Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

somepoorsoul @ 2014-10-10T03:31:00

2014-10-10T07:31:50Z

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Timeline

2014-09-07T20:44:07Z

History, headcanon, Musketeers canon

1596
Olivier d'Athos, Viscount de la Fere, is born

1598
Thomas d'Athos de la Fere is born

1601
The future King Louis XIII is born.

1610
King Henry IV is assassinated by Francois Ravaillac. Marie de' Medici rules as regent

1617
Marie de' Medici is exiled, Louis takes control of the government.
La Fere is called to send troops to protect the king, Athos takes part in fighting

1620-21
Rebellions galore! Hugonots rebel, French nobles rebel, chaos ensues.
Athos serves in the French army in some capacity

1622
Athos meets and marries "Anne de Breuil"

1622
The musketeers regiment is formed by Louis XIII

1624
Cardinal Richelieu becomes chief minister of France

1625
Thomas is killed, Athos hangs "Anne", joins the Musketeers later that year

1630
Series 1

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There hangs the fool who once had it all

2014-09-03T01:32:18Z

There’s a dinginess that lays over Paris: part soot, part dust, part mealy air, and Athos is certain that it is already settling into his skin. He welcomes the anonymity it provides, the fact that a comte can disappear under that layer of grime as easily as a peasant. Only Captain Treville knows of Athos’ origins, and the man is both polite enough and practical enough not to ask what one with lands and titles is doing in a regiment of the king’s guard. It’s enough that he has worn a uniform before, that he can fight, and follow orders. Though frankly, even Treville lacked the clout to say no to the Comte de la Fere, whatever the circumstances might have been. It is a fact that does not sit well with Athos, and yet another reason he intends to leave his past behind him, burying it under Parisian grime.

In the yard outside the barracks, Athos cuts an unwelcoming figure, balanced on a bench and slicing an apple with his penknife, his hat pulled low over his eyes. Earlier, some of his new comrades had tried to greet him, only to be met with a cold stare, and now, most of them have learned to steer clear. Better that way, or so he tells himself. He isn’t here to find glory or fraternity, after all.

But what he is here for, he hasn’t the slightest idea.

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