Kredoc was a character on paper and never really flushed out until I started to write my novels. Afterward, I began to really feel a love/hate relationship with him. He is so awful to Tarkil, yet in his own way he is trying to do what is best for Bloodhelm.
Kredoc is the second son of the previous Lord Bloodhelm and is the father of Tarkil Bloodhelm. He is the spymaster for the House and deals with any information that comes to the House before the Lord does and sends what information must be sent out. He has never been ambitious enough to want to be Lord of Bloodhelm but has always liked the intrigue of spying. Thus he has conditioned his son to do such as well.
Kredoc is human, 56 winters old, six foot in height and about two hundred and twenty pounds. He has put a bit of weight on in his older age, but is still fairly lithe and wiry. His face in narrow, though oval in shape, his skin a pale tan. He has blue eyes and low set cheekbones. His hair is silver gray, though some of the original blond shows through.
Kredoc always dresses like a proper gentlemen in a billowy black shirt, with a red button up surecoat with brass buttons. He wears close fitting black pants and calf high boots. He usually carries a dagger on his person, but can use a a saber handily enough. He is usually blunt and to the point, but when he needs information or needs to hide it, he has a wicked tongue. He can make the statement, "The sun is up" sound like more then it actually is.
He is generally very calm, even in stressful situations. He is hard to get along with in most social situations, because he is so coarse and to the point. He does better doing the behind the scenes intrigue then face to face.
Kredoc is well informed and studies the facts before jumping to conclusions. He trusts no one, not even Tarkil and especially not his brother or his brother's children.
In my novel Kredoc is a thorn in Tarkil's side and adds twists to Tarkil's path. I purposefully make it hard to read him and leave the reader wondering is Kredoc helping or hindering Tarkil.
Tomorrow: The Rolling Rooster
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