Meet the Ruler; Gordon Ramsey, Lord High Constable of Boozonia

 

the right honorable Lord High Constable of Boozonia, Gordon Ramsey

      Alone among the leaders of nations in Epicurea Gordon Ramsey did not inherit his position. Boozonia developed a national consciousness six centuries ago. Four hundred years of intermittent conflict continued until the House of Flamboise finally gave up and granted Boozonia its independence. The lengthy struggle against the Imperial power sharpened the already intense feeling of individual freedoms and God-given rights. The Boozonians have enshrined these rights in The Covenant which forms the basis for their form of government.

     Ramsey was elected from the House of Lords by the Council of Sheriffs  Widely respected and well-loved Ramsey has guided his often troublesome people to a situation of happy prosperity by ending internal strife that had plagued the past and sending the fervent energies of his people outward in endless expeditions of trade and exploration in Nordland and across the Western Sea. Fiercely principled, energetic and shockingly foul-mouthed Ramsey uses the force of his personality rather than the powers of his Office to gain his way. 

      A robust and powerful man, physically fearless and unnaturally lucky, Ramsey survived a childhood on the turbulent Borderlands to the west. He is a natural leader who seems to understand the temper and spirit of his troops just by glancing at their serried ranks. Often wounded but never dissuaded he is constantly found in the front lines of any fight be it political or military. He rules a land divided by nature and temperament; the north or Lowlands, is populated with dour, hard-working farmers and tradesmen while the southern land that embrace the surrounding mountains gain the title The Highlands and are populated with a wild,mercurial, and whimsical band of tribes. These two seemingly dissimilar groups of people are bound by their mutual love of whiskey and tradition. The rivers that flow from the Highlands down through to the sea are like a chain that binds the two areas together. Combined they are a formidable race, prone to fighting amongst each other, but woe betide the foe that dares to cross the borders thinking to take advantage of such strife.

      Surrounding monarchs find the High Constable's lack of tact to be worrisome but none have ever doubted his candor. He alone has not championed an heir to the Imperial throne; only observing that Franz and Hanz are too far removed from sanity to be able to tend to the well being of their subjects.