Landon was born in rapid succession after his brother, Bryce, a little over a year a part, in June of 493 - precisely on the 10th day. As the second son to Sir Nyles de Baverstock, and his wife, Lady Meredith, Landon was the spare son but treated no lesser than his brother. Their father after all, absent as he was, had ridden out in the Internecine War and knew the risks of a house without spares to spare. War could change the dynamics of any household and not even a spare was safe. Energy was put into his upbringing the same as Bryce's.
Landon did attempt to show the same enthusiasm as his brother, about the wars, but he tended to dread the messengers rather than anticipate them. From a young age, he understood the concept of death and that war all but guaranteed it. Whether he clasped onto this concept young at age because of his mentors stress on the importance of martial prowess, the absentee father, or simply because he saw his first stag die in a hunt - he was much more subdued than his elder brother when news came. He'd much rather be swimming or playing around on the river boats.
However, having an older brother meant that he was pushed a lot sooner and harder than he should've been - which was mostly self-inflicted motivation. As younger brothers are want to do, Landon tried to keep up with Bryce and naturally established a sense of healthy competition. For Landon, it was all about showing his elder brother he could keep up. For Bryce, it might have been that he was worried his younger brother would catch up or surpass him, neither which were ideal for the eldest son. And while knighthood was a strong desire for Bryce, it only became one for Landon so that he could match his brother and not lose pace with him. So Landon became a page, taking everything as a challenge to show off to his brother - as if to make them equal when clearly the age gap allowed Bryce that much further ahead.
In 503, news came of their father's death in the field of battle. Landon took the death of his father hard, likely due to the ideals and the dreams he kept in his mind about this man he had hardly known in his short years. Landon was only ten when it had come to pass. The hatred and vengeance in his heart would never really die, festering in the youth as visions of a reunion with his father became that of seeking death to those who sent his father to his early grave. It was what truly started Landon down the path he had just half-heartedly taken before.
His mother would be of some comfort, but it was to Bryce he actually turned to most of all. A firm loyalty was built and their relationship grew for the better. Unfortunately for Landon, Bryce was sent off to squire in a neighbouring manor, which limited their consistent communication as days passed. For Landon, his uncle, Sir Lorcan would take the spare under his wing - feasibly favouring his brother's spare as Lorcan had been one himself. He'd transition his page duties to the man and then squire for him when of age.
Landon did keep up with Bryce's prowess, most notably in the blade. Landon, however, is a well-rounded student and manages well with the lance. While Bryce went on to seek out fame in the lists, Landon tended to go only if his brother was. He never showed as well as Bryce and has never bothered to pursue the sport in earnest.
Boats. Boats are his thing. Boats come before any tournament! Any excuse to jump on a boat, be it river or otherwise, is taken. There aren't too many competitions with boating and he's alright with that - it's for unwinding anyhow. He's pretty nimble in a boat for a tall guy.
In early January 514, Landon was finally knighted. His focus, while on the knighthood he has so recently come to cherish as a beacon of justice, has turned toward the means to draw revenge upon his family's enemies. Loyalties otherwise keep him busy at Baverstock Manor helping his uncle while Bryce sees to tournaments. Yet it would not be surprising to see the younger Baverstock brother at Bryce's side at times, displaying an uncanny sense of loyalty matched only to that of their liege.
Rigidity is near permanent on Landon de Baverstock's face; an indifferent stoical cast defines his expression. With the odd rarity of heterochromia - pale blue in the left eye and a shard of hazel against the blue in the right eye - his gaze exhibits an edge of intensity that can see right through a person. Kept close to his head, the young knight has a battle ready hair style, a crew cut that keeps hair no longer than an inch, longer on the crown of his head and tapering shorter on the sides. Tufted brows bearing a wide contour help define the aforementioned eyes, which preside over a slight crooked nose and fair mouth that's given to quick expression. Scruffy whiskers are spotty on this juvenile's sharp jaw line, slightly thicker over his upper lip to give him a soft moustache.
He is otherwise a tall robust young man, sitting at six feet three inches. His stature is characteristic to one who has trained since childhood for knighthood and may have seen the odd battlefield or tourney grounds - lean of waist, his shoulders are broad and his legs are powerful but slim.
His attire depends on the day and the need. When he is required as a Knight, he'll be suited up with the appropriate armor and weapons, which can range from full armor to something light, and a range of sword types. Then there are other times he is just a noble, subjected to wearing tunics with gold trim, leathers and boots that rise to his knee. He does tend to stick with black or dark earthen colors, with the rare occasion for dusky oranges and deep reds. House sigils are not represented upon his formal attire, unless it is common practice in the circles of nobility to do as much.