Brigadier Sir Reginald Montgomery Rothchild XVI

Aliases: Rothchild, The Brigadier, The Tache Mahal
Date of Birth: August 14, 1860
Place of Birth: Kensington, London, England.
Age: 87
Known family: Barbara Ann Minerva (great niece)
Face Claim: Clark Gable
Player Name: JayMan


Hair: Grey/black
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Legal Status: Adult
Affiliation: Civilian
Occupation: Adventurer
Powers:

It is thought that Rothchild is extremely lucky to the point that it might be a mutant ability, though it has not been factually proven. Wherever he goes adventure is not far behind and this seems to invigorate him.

Abilities:

Rothchild is a very capable military man, having served in the rank and file for many years in Her Majesty's Navy and on many a battlefield. Even in his older age, he did not wish to be kept on the sidelines during the Great War and beyond, spending much of his time at garrisons and posts of all sorts. It has been documented that he has moved from branch to branch of the English military and never seemed to be dedicated to one nor the other, and it was even permitted given his wealthy status and favor with George V (you see, they used to be sportsmen together on a weekend.)
He is an expert marksman and hunter, as well as an excellent tactician in both matters of the battlefield and infiltration. It is said that he once was called in when a particularly valuable garrison post was lost and he strolled in and convinced the occupants to surrender the fort in a matter of ten minutes. It is true, and those that still live from the event remain close friends to this day.

Weapons:

Favoring a pistol or an elephant gun over anything too modern, Rothchild is an excellent shot no matter the target.
He is also a particularly well trained swordsman, having won many a fencing tournament in his younger years. He is a strong advocate of swashbuckling as a major sport, but thusfar his efforts to push that through in any official capacity have not come out.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

His older age has made Rothchild even more reckless than ever previously, and it has gotten him into no small amount of trouble.

He is prone to occasional bouts of shellshock from his war time, but usually it will typically pass swiftly.


Personality:

Rothchild is a very personable, often silly man. He is carefree but very gentlemanly and polite, he would never dream of discourtesy. He is in many ways a caricature of an Englishman of old; his old office is littered with old maps and pith helmets from various expeditions and of course many ivory and furred trophies about.
He prides himself on his adventurous preferences, finding idleness to be terribly dreary. If he is not neck deep in a new scheme or researching a destination he has somehow yet to travel to, he is asleep or dead. Probably most likely asleep, given that he has outlived so many of his family members inexplicably. He maintains a firmly excellent relationship with the sovereignty of England and will occasionally be called upon for his services, even at his older age, and of course will happily provide anything he can for king and country. 

History:

Born into a wealthy family in Kensington, Reginald Montgomery Rothchild was the sixteenth to possess such a name in his long family lineage and certainly was never shy to add it to his already extensive name. It was said that even as a newborn child, he never once cried nor put up terribly much of a fuss and this gentleman's gentleman baked right into his genetic makeup continued up into adulthood. Not much is known about Rothchild's younger years, save his propensity for fencing and constantly having to be searched for by his parents and schoolmates. He was always the sort to run off on his own and be found quite content and well even as long as a handful of days later somewhere in the woods. Though as he grew older and recognized what an inconvenience this was, it would hardly do and he began to more consciously reign in his tendencies.
After attending university, where he made certain to study as much of foreign culture as he could, Rothchild joined the Navy and set out mostly tending to the province of India while it was still in need of taming, according to the monarchy. Rothchild never quite saw it that way, and did his utmost to make certain that the cultural practices of the region remained intact and not obliterated in the outposts he came to be in command of. He rose swiftly through the ranks for his bravery and the loyalty it inspired in the soldiers at his command. India became a much beloved place to the young Rothchild, and he felt as much love for it as he did his own homeland. But battle upon battle and war upon war would begin to take its toll on him soon enough.
His family found him to be something of an oddity as he was shown not to have grown out of his more ridiculous, romping tendencies. The more extended family that he felt the most kinship toward was his nephew and his young wife Eleanor Minerva, the latter taking to Rothchild very well as he would often tell her of the exciting stories of his escapades...much to the chagrin of Rothchild's young newlywed nephew who was comparatively mediocre at best. And what could compare to a man who had just been knighted by the monarchy?
During this time, Rothchild came upon a young woman by the name of Alia DeLarque while he was on leave in London. He had initially collided with her quite on accident while stepping out of a carriage and nearly toppled her before he caught her with the crook of his walking stick and assisted her back to her feet. There was love at first sight and then there was this, which was something so similar but so much deeper all at once. After a rather short stroll after asking if he might accompany her to wherever she was going (it didn't matter where to him, appointments of his own were suggestions,) he and Alia became very close. Upon his return to active service, Rothchild bid her come with him back to India and the two could hardly be separated. They would do everything together and go everywhere together.
When the Great War came around, Rothchild once again headed out to active service for the Crown. He was present at the Somme and Cambrai both, leading battalions in their respective strategies. The amount of friends and comrades he lost to the enemy during the first Great War would pile in his mind forever, the conclusion of the fighting leaving a battered, beaten man from what he had been. Upon his return home, Rothchild was warmed by the presence of Eleanor and Alia, whom he carried to the old house in his arms, both glad to see him returned safely. Rothchild's nephew, however, was less than enthusiastic As time went on, Rothchild came to be very close to his nephew's young daughter, Barbara. Having never been able to have children of his own, much less settle down with any woman he had ever fancied, Rothchild took to the girl like pitch. He and Barbara would have many long nights together, where she listened intently to his stories of grand adventure on the seas or in strange countries she could only imagine. It was during this time that Barbara's father began to take very poorly to Rothchild's presence in the house, and a growing animosity between the two of them started to brew.
Little is known or documented of the content times between the first and second World Wars. It was a time when Rothchild kept Alia close to him, sharing many grand adventures together far away from his home, but of course on occasion he would return to see Eleanor and Barbara, who had begun to grow into a young woman whose interests reminded Rothchild very much of himself. Everything was going far too well for a man who played life so very rigorously dancing on the edge, and it was upon one such return from a visit with Eleanor and Barbara that Rothchild discovered a note left on his writing desk. It was from Alia, the love of his life. She had left him, and only small note as an apology, listing vague reasons for her decision. His heart broken, Rothchild cried for the first time in his life. He went in search of his Alia, using all of his tracking skills in an attempt to find her again if only to say goodbye properly. A note would not do. During this time, the Second World War had begun and so moving from place to place was irksome to say the least, but Rothchild moved on foot where he could to avoid any encounters he might wish to dodge. Having missed Alia at seemingly every opportunity, a beaten and battered older Rothchild trudged back to the estate of his nephew, to at least take comfort in what love he had left. But Rothchild's nephew had had quite enough of the old man and what he perceived as siphoning off the love of his wife and daughter, and the man angrily forbade Rothchild from returning or seeing Barbara or Eleanor again.
Rothchild himself may not even recall exactly what he did during the short time between then and when Eleanor died, but the next time he saw little Barbara she had grown into a lady. He returned only to attend the funeral, staring down his nephew in shocking disappointment at not having been told straightaway. Rothchild waited very patiently out of respect for Eleanor's memory until she was put into the earth before he gave his nephew a long deserved and judicious punch in the nose right out in the cemetery. Bidding his great niece a loving goodbye, he reminded her what he had always told her: if she would ever need him, he would be there. During this time as the war concluded and the German armies and their allies were defeated and surrendered, Rothchild once again lost himself in his passion for adventuring. It helped him feel young again. He stole and moved many items of value, but not for profit if he could turn it properly, usually only to help others. He had no great need of money. And thus this leads us to the present day, where Rothchild continues to only be slightly slowed down by inconvenient things like aching joints every so often.  


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