Description 

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Early Life 

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Youth​

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Frederick Fowler was born in Temperance Town in the Capital city of Cardiff, Wales. Temperance Town was an area near the centre of the city. The city was a port specialising in the export of coal. Temperance Town is located right next to the Great Western Railway station. It was typically inhabited by the lower socio-economic class of Welsh society. Temperance town was land owned by the British Colonel Edward Wood, a teetotaller, who imposed strict regulations against alcohol consumption. Much to the distress of the inhabitants.

Frederick’s family had always struggled to make ends meet within this unlucky start. His father was burdened by the weight of addiction, leading to imposing violence upon his offspring. The pain inflicted had left its mark; shaping each brother in different courses. Despite the hardships, Frederick found a deep bond with his brothers. Arthur Fowler and Richard Fowler. Growing up amongst the restrictions of Temperance Town, Frederick witnessed first-hand the consequences of his father’s addiction and the hard limits imposed by poverty. It developed a strong desire to better himself, and better his family, but more himself.

In order to do this, Frederick had managed to swindle himself into education. Through a youthful romance with the daughter of the local priest. Gwen Mason. Learning to read and write. Frederick found comfort within the lines of books and newspapers. Reading of great war heroes and the lands afar, away from the smokey confines of Cardiff. Frederick had higher ambitions that petty crimes could not achieve, seeing them beneath him. It inspired a youthful determination to prove himself. Drawing upon great tales of war heroes, fame, fortune and status, Frederick decided to enlist in the British Army. Not aware of the numerous trials that were set in motion.

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Coming-of-Age:​

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Frederick had enlisted in the British Army at a youthful age. Eager and ready to take arms in light of the peak of British colonisation. Frederick and his companions had chosen to join the Rifle Brigade. A light infantry regiment, specialising in elite marksmen, guerrilla tactics and pathfinding. The most notable deployment of his service was during the Mahdist War, located in Sudan. During his early career, Frederick had proven himself to be individually capable in the art of war.

Frederick’s rise to the rank of Serjeant had come at a cost. While his troops respected him for his commands and followed his commands, the once iron-bounded friendships had faded into the shadows. It had changed him drastically, namely becoming more anti-social in his mannerisms. As the Mahdist War raged on, Frederick’s experiences further contributed to a reformation of his once idealistic, eager and friendly personality into a shadow of what once was.

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Omdurman​

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The Battle of Omdurman was the most significant event during Frederick’s service. His cold and distant persona had fully manifested during the course of conflict. The chaos and brutality only deepened the divide. The necessity of leading from the frontlines amongst his men had forced him to make tactical decisions, sometimes ones that he knew had negative chances of success or increased danger to the lives of his men.

Frederick’s transformation had not gone unnoticed. Some of his company whispered amongst themselves, wondering where their friend had gone. Some even mourn the loss of the friend or brother they once had. The burning candlelight of youthfulness had become all but a dim light amongst cannon smoke.

The stampede of what seemed to be cattle from afar, but in actuality was the charge of several thousand Mahdist warriors, screaming and shouting in frenzied war cries; once in range, volley after volley boomed across the valley, slaughtering the stampede.

Perhaps in the aftermath of the battle, Frederick would reconnect with his fellow troopers. Through shared experience, the warmth of a campfire, and compassion for his fellow wounded friends, one might believe it would spark the candlelight once more. Yet, it was all overshadowed by blood and screams.

Affiliations 

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The entrepreneurial folk of St. Denis.
The good folk who purchase alcohol.
Those who pray for good fortune on card tables.
The unfortunate punters who give up their payslips.
Any fellow Welshmen.

Quotes 

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Trivia 

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