Duke Archibold (Archie to his accomplices and allies)Age:
Is relative, in Rhianon. Appears mid-twenties.Height:
As much as a bathful of ferrets, a sackful of limes, or a small plantation of joo-joo berries.History:
Archibold came to inherit his dukedom (one of myriad hundreds in Rhianon) from an impassioned and deluded grandfather. Although disinterested at first, Archie came to realise that being a Duke had many benefits. Spending years throwing banquets in honour of anything that moved, holding nonsensical parties that honoured guests who weren't present, and spending days at a time locked in his chambers high on joo-joo juice with a select group of friends (including Moffwat the rabid racoon, and Genny, who communicates in tongues...literally), Archie moved into other areas of hedonism, namely, the lucrative slave trade. Becoming obsessed with many slaves to the point where he refused to give some of them up, Archie involuntarily sparked a small war with several neighboring Duchies. Drafting his entire populace to serve as citizen levy, it was at this time that Bianca Lagomorpha was recruited, and quickly discharged. Her antics with his already laxidaisical soldiers cost him a few skirmishes and lost him some joo-joo patches, but Archie couldn't stay angry at her.
At the climax of the war, Archie was cursed by a witch for burning a small wood to cover his troops in a smoke-covered stealth manouver. The curse compounded his own virility, and Archie found himself inexorably drawn to female after female (species non-specific) in order to attempt to bed them. The witch knew it was a Duke's greatest fear never to have an heir, and now Archie has so many valid heirs that attempts on his throne by direct bloodline rivals are only a year or so away.
After the war was over (having never really begun, and being resolved by opposing soldiers laying down in a field and slathering mud over each other) Archie grew despondent with his Dukedom. Spending days alone in his chambers, only idly taking a slave for a night or so of disinterested passion, he aches for a new obsession, a new fascination to whisk up some of his old passions and kookiness. Personality:
At present, he talks to himself a lot, and drafts laws at random, depending on his whim, which at the moment, is very fickle. Wears ostentious and lewd clothing, a side effect of his curse, keeping his body in constant readiness. He is at times grandiose and theatrical, at others crude and base.