Aurelian is just over medium height, lean and muscular in build. He has dark brown hair, just a touch of greying on the sideburns if you look closely enough. His eyes are also deep brown. Due to the fact that homesteading is labor intensive work, he tends to wear plain, durable clothing.
Traits & Characteristics
Sober minded, firm (+)
Devoted to his family (+)
Driven to succeed, stubborn in his ways (+/-)
Brave, when young to the point of being almost foolhardy (+/-)
Upright, no tolerance for outlaws, troublemakers (+/-)
Aurelian, at a first meeting, seems a very even tempered, mild mannered, solemn sort. He speaks calmly in a matter of fact tone of voice. His smile, when he chooses to use it, is genuine. One can tell he is educated given his vocabulary and knowledge of a wide variety of subjects.
However if he does become angry and or gets into a fight, the look on his face changes. He has a tightly controlled anger that is dangerous for those he might unleash it upon. Violence is not his first choice but make no mistake about, he is perfectly capable of using it including killing. His military experience included more than enough killing.
Around his children, he is patient but expects obedience and proper behavior. Anyone who watches the three of them interact would soon realize they are a close knit loving family.
Kalispell, Montana Territory
Ex-soldier in the cavalry. Knows weapons, horses, learned farming from his uncle prior to the war.
He can shoot, he owns two rifles and two pistols as his personal arsenal.
While he has been in his share of fisticuffs and brawls, mostly in his wilder young days, he would prefer not to engage in such things anymore. If involved though, he could at least acquit himself reasonably well.
Hobbies & Interests
Too busy for such foolishness as hobbies. His interests are making his homestead a success and seeing to it his children have a decent life.
Aliases / Nicknames
2 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana Territory
Kith & Kin
| FAMILY |
Spouse / Partner
Kathleen Redmond (deceased 1874)
Clara - First born, age 15.
Wyatt - Age 11.
Catherine (deceased, 1874, a. 3 months)
Julius Redmond (They are no longer in touch by mutual consent) Mother
Susan Redmond (They are no longer in touch by mutual consent) Sister(s)
Juliana Redmond (Younger sister, no longer in touch) Other Family
Uncle Ramsey (Took in Aurelian when he was in his late teens until the war, taught him farming) Deceased.
| NON-FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS |
TBD in game play
TBD in game play
| 1836 |
Born in Scranton, Pennsylvania to Julius and Susan Redmond. It was a difficult birth, perhaps foretelling the often contentious relationship between parents and son. Aurelian was named after a famous Roman emperor, even as his father had been named after an illustrious historical Roman too. Julius was a successful businessman in town and always planned his son would follow him to take over the business someday. Once old enough to be aware of such things, young Aurelian had other ideas. There were probably many causes and blame to go around, but Aury was quite - first a scamp and then later a rebel. Julius was stern even severe and did not hesitate to use a riding crop on his defiant son. It didn't work.
| 1851 |
Aurelian had a serious run-in with the law, it seemed he was charged with stealing a horse which he adamantly denied to little avail. Even his father did nothing to help him as their relationship was already poisonous enough. Fortunately being 15 years of age probably saved him a harsh fate but he ended up serving three months in jail and owing the horse's original owner for the cost of the animal as it had been injured during the so-called theft and was put down. His father would not give him a penny. That's when his Uncle Ramsey stepped into the picture. He took in the lad and put him to work on his farm. Uncle Ramsey could be firm in his expectations too, but he also was much kinder in his outlook on bringing up a boy. Aurelian got along so much better with Ramsey, and his behavior settled down.
| 1859 |
Aurelian was working in a local racing stable in the horse barn when he met Kathleen Bevins at an event at the local race track. They danced into the night and hit it off splendidly. After a short courtship, they were married later in the year, Aurelian's parents were not even invited and probably wouldn't have come anyhow.
| 1860 |
Late that year the couple welcomed into the world their first child, a baby girl who they named Clara.
| 1861 |
The Civil War began and in a burst of patriotic enthusiasm a rash Aurelian volunteered for the service. He enlisted in a cavalry unit due to his experience with horses. He found himself a trooper in the 6th Volunteers Regiment or Rush's Lancers, the only unit in the war to carry lances. Later in the war, they were issued Sharp's carbines, much more practical.
Aurelian participated in several skirmishes, his own opinion was the lance was useless but orders were orders. He was promoted to corporal in 1862 then to sergeant in 1863.
| 1863 |
A most memorable year for the young soldier and family man, during the Gettysburg campaign he was fortunate enough to be rewarded for his good service by a quick leave to visit his wife and little girl. It was but a single day (and night) before he had to head back to his unit, but nine months later Kathleen gave birth to a baby boy, Wyatt. Then soon after at the Battle of Brandy Station, Aurelian took part in what even many Confederate foes claimed was 'the most brilliant and glorious charge of the whole war,' his 6th Regiment suffering the single heaviest losses amongst cavalry in any single engagement of the war. Aurelian was both brave and lucky. He was nominated by his company commander for the Congressional Medal of Honor and survived two light wounds.
| 1865 |
By the time the war was over the 6th had been amalgamated with other units into the 2nd Provisional Regiment and was then mustered out late that year in Kentucky. His war was over, and he was heartily sick of it too.
| 1867 |
A rather subdued Aurelian now settled down to make a livelihood for his family of four. Uncle Ramsey passed away, just dropped dead out in his fields one hot summer day. He left the place to Aurelian, so the family moved in.
| 1870 |
Scranton had changed rapidly after the Civil War, growing into a full-size city and gobbling up the former farms on the outskirts. Aurelian was convinced to sell even Kathleen approved, they had been scraping by, but it had not been prosperous for the work put into it.
| 1871 |
For a time they lived with Kathleen's ailing mother as she could no longer manage alone. Aurelian had difficulty finding any decent work, it wasn't easy for the family, and it galled him fiercely. To top it off Kathleen gave birth to their third child, another girl named Catherine. Another mouth to feed however dearly loved. Sadly though the baby was never really healthy like their first two offspring and the poor little girl died a few months later. Kathleen especially was distraught.
| 1872 |
Late in the summer, Kathleen's mother passed on, and since the property was next to worthless with a small rundown house, they hung around long enough to sell it for what they could get then made the momentous decision to go out to the western frontier. The land was available out there, an ambitious man could take advantage of the Homestead Act and carve himself out a decent sized plot of land.
| 1873 |
The family utilized the railroads to take them west to Chicago then up into Minnesota where they stayed for a short time, but Aurelian had heard good things about Montana. It was a beautiful country there and more choice land available there than even Minnesota. So on they went further west. Seems no one told them about Indian trouble though. Not quite true, Clara, voracious reader that she was, had read of it in the papers when she could get a hold of one. Supposedly though there was a gold rush going on too and most were certain the government would have to protect the flood of prospectors swarming there.
| 1874 |
Montana was truly as scenic as they had been told. Clara sourly pointed out the winters would be hard, but Aurelian liked what he saw. Less civilization to him meant more freedom. Sure enough, they found a section of land they believed would be perfect, close to water, soil seemed rich and fertile. Aurelian put in a claim, paid his $18, and commenced to work on a place to live. That's when disaster struck. One early afternoon, they were hit by Indians. Later some told Aurelian they had been lucky it wasn't even a full war party but just a few young bucks looking for trouble and an easy target. Aurelian did not agree. It was all over in minutes really. Kathleen was washing some clothing at the nearby creek along with Clara. Wyatt was helping Aurelian with the roof. The Indians came at them from more than direction, and Aurelian no sooner spotted three braves coming at the unfinished cabin but heard screams from the creek. He and Wyatt scrambled down, a few shots missing them both until he reached for his rifle. He dropped one Indian, and the other two retreated. Then he raced for the creek, Wyatt in his wake trying to keep up. He found Kathleen first. She was dead, an arrow deeply embedded in her back. She was lying upon Clara who was moaning and also wounded. Another arrow had impacted just below her right collarbone, also a deep wound but not a fatal one. So far. Aurelian had no choice, he had to get help for his daughter, so he loaded up the wagon with her and his wife's body, hitched the team and headed for the nearby community. There was a doctor there and fortunately a good one. Clara lived. Once she could, Clara told of how her mother had shielded her with her own body after she had been hit by the first arrow. Aurelian knew that was his Kathleen alright. To add to his grief, later when he returned to his homestead, everything was either burnt to ashes or stolen, the Indians must have come back. Clara took a month to heal, battling an infection but stubbornly (for that was Clara) pulling thru. They left for someplace else in Montana then.
| 1875 |
Kalispell wasn't big, but it seemed nice enough. Plus Aurelian was a desperate man now, without his wife but with two children who depended on him, he had to find them a place to live. That is when he met Lloyd Sidwell and his wife. Sidwell was another homesteader, but he was in the act of leaving his place. He said his wife wanted to go back East but pointed out they already had a cabin constructed on their land. Aurelian paid him virtually the last of his money for that land. The man took him out there and indeed he had been telling the truth. It was actually a fine construction job too, better than he could have done, Aurelian grudgingly had to admit.
He now had a roof over the heads of his family. It was enough for the time being. They couldn't give up, Kathleen wouldn't want that. It was time to make this place their home, no more moving. Come hell or high water, they were staying.
"Far from me to ruin your cherished illusions then," Aurelian was quite amused, war was nothing like the woman imagined but why change the subject to such a grim topic.
Lenora pleased him greatly when she complimented Clara for her looks and of course included his dearly missed Katherine in that too. He nodded, "Someone had to get the looks in the family."
Their stew showed up then and both of them tucked right into it. Lenora was a fast eater but Aurelian really had more on his mind than such things as he too enjoyed his bowl. He also agreed with her assessment of the meal, "Yes, indeed."
“So, we are agreed.” Concluded Leonora, dabbing her lips with a napkin “We shall arrange carefully chaperoned visits for our young friends.”
"Yes, it's a good idea. Though I would not call them our friends as much as our family. They might not be happy about this but we have their best interests in mind. I shall inform Clara. I have faith she will cooperate, she has always been a most obedient child," he declared.
“I imagine you looked magnificent upon your steed.” Lee smiled.
Aurelian chuckled, "Three days on campaign and we looked bedraggled and my magnificent steed was never nothing more than a smallish mare who had the annoying habit of sometimes not wanting to stay in march column. She had a mind of her own, that one."
He happened to mention his wife and of course he well remembered the love of his life but he was used to dealing with it by now. That elicited, unintentionally actually, quite some sympathy from the woman.
“Oh, Mr. Redmond. Your poor wife. I … I am sorry if this conversation has made you sad.” She went to reach out a hand to his but realised that this was too bold and quickly pulled it back.
Aurelian of course noticed the quickly withdrawn gesture but gave no reaction and certainly did not take any offense.
Her eyes glimmered a little with sympathetic tears. “They say it is better to have loved and lost that to have never loved at all, Mr. Redmond, but when I witness how much you miss your dear wife, how you look when you talk of her… I think that I am lucky never to have known such love.” She sighed.
"They do, huh? Well, don't worry about me. She will live forever in my memory but one has to keep living, keep moving forward. And I have my children. Clara actually looks quite a bit like her. She had the same dark hair and hazel eyes. She was a striking woman," he revealed.
"As for yourself, Miss Lutz, there is another saying. Never say never. You may some day find someone or that someone finds you," he opined.
"You were in the war.” She said softly. “I somehow knew that you must have been. You do not seem like the type to shirk at home when what is right has to be fought for.”
"Well, in the beginning there was a wave of patriotic emotion and thousands volunteered for the great adventure, sacred cause, whatever," he shrugged but also smiled.
"I was one of those. I volunteered for the cavalry though not actually all that good a horseman. I learned soon enough though," he added.
"I stayed in for the duration too. I don't know, maybe I've always just been stubborn. My darling wife would definitely say I was the stubborn sort," there was this look in his eyes every time he mentioned her.
“Oh, I am so glad. Clara must come and visit us at the earliest possible convenience!” she said enthusiastically.
"I'm sure she will be delighted," Aurelian lied. He knew his daughter and spending time with the likes of Granny Miggins was not something she would desire. But the girl would get to see the boy and that was the point of all this.
"And I would like to meet Jacob too. I actually haven't yet," he quickly added, that part was true.
“Did you attend the dance, Mr. Redmond?” she inquired.
"I did with both my children, Clara worked the bakery booth for some of the time," he answered.
"I imagine that many, many ladies would have asked you to mark their card."
That got a chuckle, "Then you would be wrong. I did dance... once... but mostly I talked farming and such with other farmers. Or recalled the war with fellow veterans. Oh, and the food was excellent. Had a few plates of that I will confess."
“Well” the woman replied “I can assure that the feeling is mutual. Clara is clearly such a very pretty girl, but it seems to be more than that. My brother never ceases to talk of your daughter’s good sense, wide reading and… sense of humor.”
Of course Aurelian basked in hearing compliments about his beloved daughter and smiled, "Well, it's sort of a dry sense of humor - I believe they call it."
He had for some years now gently prodded her to be less serious even grim at times about things and develop a sense of humor. Apparently she was beginning to do so. Excellent!
“Jacob has had … dalliances… with a couple of young ladies before. But nothing like this. I…” she realised that her cheeks were blazing red now and she had to force herself to look up and meet his gaze. “… I can’t help wondering if the two of them might have reached... an understanding. And, you must know Mr Redmond, that once a boy and a girl have reached an understanding, then further consequences are … unfortunately… a possibility!”
Aurelian tried not to frown. Dalliances? That could mean a lot of things, most of them not good. Well not good when it came to his daughter anyhow. He wasn't a hypocrite though his memories went back to when he was a young man and interested in girls. Also he caught on right off to what Lenora was going on about. Still this was Clara, his Clara, not other young ladies.
"Well, I get your point but I am quite confident that Clara has too much common sense to do ....well, such a thing. I doubt she has ever even kissed a boy yet," he interjected.
“Would it not be a sensible of us to encourage the two of them to meet together as often as possible under our supervision, lest, left to their own devices, secret and ungoverned… trysts might arise.”
He now cleared his throat, then answered, "I do think you are worrying a bit too much about these two. They've only been to a dance together where they met and seen each other in the diner or at Sunday church services after all. Still, I do have to say there's merit in your idea. And if we set the rules, I'm confident they'll abide by them."
Well, at least his Clara would, she'd never had any............dalliances.
“I guess I’m being a little pushy, aren’t I?” she looked back up at him with those sparkling blue eyes illuminating her pretty face. “Please forgive me, Mr. Redmond: I’ve been out of the world for a whole year, I feel like I’ve fallen behind, perhaps I’m in too much of a hurry to catch up.”
"No, don't worry about it. You weren't pushy, I would just call it.......enthusiastic," Aurelian smiled.
She then thought they should move onto other topics which was fine with the man who nodded.
“You said at Church that Clara sometimes mentions my brother, what does she say?” she asked, with an air of mild curiosity.
"Oh that! Nothing bad, that is for certain," he chuckled, "Clara is most taken by Jacob. She told of how smart she thought him, how he is quite the reader, and even a poet. And she also praised what a gentleman he is which has not been the case for a few of the young men she has had to deal with in the past year or so. To her, your Jacob is a breath of fresh air."
The Sidwells died of canned apples? The whole family? There were only Mr. and Mrs. Sidwell. And they were heading directly back east. How did this woman even find out such alarming news? But before Aurelian could ask any questions, the lady brought up a new and, to be honest, almost as unpleasant topic.
“At the first meeting we will vote in the officers: I cannot help but feel that a gentleman of your intelligence and forceful character would be ideal as Chairman.” She smiled.
He then sipped his coffee, figuring the best way to let her hopes down was to do it clearly and immediately, no beating around the bush.
"You know you would make a fine recruiting officer for the army but there was one thing I learned in my military days and that was never, ever volunteer for anything. That and given my rather precarious situation situated smack dab between two of the biggest ranches in Montana means I have no wish to join anything which might just antagonize them. So..............no thank you, I am not joining at this time. And - if I do join in the future it will be at a time of my choosing."
"So I'm sorry, Miss Lutz, but good luck with it," he smiled pleasantly enough but the tone of voice during his answer made his views quite definitive.
"His horseshoes are fine. Although I did have another fellow help shoe my work horse back in fall. But I have no complaints about the blacksmith," Aurelian assured the woman.
The coffee arrived and Leonora played mother. “Cream? Mr Redmond.”
"No thank you, I like it black," Aurelian held up one hand waving off the offer.
She then launched into something he had only heard a few rumblings about, a farmers union that used to be active in the locality some time back. But plainly it wasn't anymore and that was cause for concern. She also seemed to regard Mr. Sidwell in past tense.
"Excuse me, are you saying that Mr. Sidwell is deceased? They went back east was the last I heard," he was curious now.
He purposefully did not address the topic of him joining this union.
Mature Content: No
With: Lenora Lutz, Aurelian Redmond Location: Lick Skillet Diner When: June 1876 Time of Day: Just past 11:00 AM
Aurelian had to go into town that day to bring in some bridles and reins to be repaired, the blacksmith did such things too and better than he himself could plus took barter for payment. He would pay him in produce. After dropping off the items at the smithy, he then proceeded to the Lick Skillet for the lunch appointment with Miss Lutz. Clara was not working that day not that it mattered. He was there to discuss farming matters with the woman. He was just grateful it didn't have to be Granny Miggins.
Emeline had to wait on customers besides prepare the food in the kitchen but she was prompt and efficient even as Clara always proclaimed the woman to be. He ordered a bowl of stew and a coffee, this place made better coffee than back at home. Then he sat back to await the woman's arrival, he was perhaps a bit early.
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