Recluse Family/Purple

Purple was the first Recluse to take up the call to Nobility, although he was the third son of his Father and Mother.

When his third son came Brown XVIII did not come to name the boy as he had when his twins were born. Still his wife had a strong feeling that all her children should be named. Going further from tradition than her husband had years before, she called this boy "Purple". This seems at times to have gone to the boy's head.

Playing as a child, Purple often added his own 'rules' to games. As a young man he often adorned even his working garb with colourful or shiny objects he would find. So it was little surprise when the King of Abington sent a herald into the regions to recruit for the Army that Purple sought to stand up for the Noble life.

For many years he worked valiantly heading an Infantry unit for Abington in Atamara. Eventually he took up the life of a Hero, foregoing any other profession from then on. He found quite a bit of success in battle, since his squad responded well to his change in status, feeling more confident and unified in action.

Purple has a quick wit and sense of humor, honed around the Evening Circle on the Family Farm. After he was twelve years old he started doing chores for his father and uncles, so was welcomed to sit in the circle at the end of the day. He was too green to speak on the problems that the farm and tannery faced during that day, but he soon caught on to the sharp wit and word-play that rose up toward the end of the circles.

Unfortunately, that sense of humor did not do him well amongst the Nobility of of Abington. On the farm it was not unusual for anyone to make jest of the foibles of another, even the Family Head, if there was humor in his actions. Such quips were known to be far different from either criticism or anger.

That distinction was lost on the Leaders of Abington, and once certain ones took offense at a comment, there was no return to 'unknown' status, nor a path to honored glory. Purple took counsel with his Parents and their siblings back in Matakonis, on the farm. They all agreed that he was just as capable as his older brother, Black, General of the Army of Giblot in the Colonies. It was hard for them to face the solution for his frustration, but it was agreed: he would leave Matakonis, Abington, and Atamara, and start with a clean slate in Beluaterra.

After an interminable sea voyage, he arrived in Mesh, a land of good promise for his talents to be put to good use. In a matter of months he was appointed Count of Chot. He has won the friendship of the most alert, sensitive, and thoughtful Nobles within Mesh as well as among neighboring nations. He continues campaigning to gain the Chancellorship of Mesh. His success will surely bring in the brightest era Mesh has seen for a long time.