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Name: Alyssa Tully

Gender: Female

Year of Birth: 349

Age: 24

Title: N/A

Marital Status: Unwed

Personality: From the get-go, it is evident that Alyssa is an inherently cheerful individual. She carries herself with ease amongst others, a neutral smile on her lips, politely chatting with her peers and adults alike, and as a result has built up a wide range of acquaintances. However, being nice does not equate to being a pushover in any sense. In most circumstances she will choose diplomacy over expressing her personal gripes, yet when confronted by those she deems witless or arrogant (Particularly those who think themselves far more cunning than they are) will reveal a silver tongue and razor-sharp wit in a flash, only to return to that genteel expression moments later. Admittedly, the woman is more abrasive than she intends to be however, and when others disrespect her or those around her becomes particularly confrontational. She doesn’t enjoy gossip, but will listen to it regardless in case something interesting comes up, and though she claims to abhor petty quarrels, you can be certain that she'll find a way to get back at whoever dares to provoke her ire. The lady sees herself as being superior to those ignorant men or woman who meekly accept things, and holds great contempt for peers who simply do as they’re expected to (Regardless of personal circumstances), an outlook she chooses not to vocalize around others for fear of appearing haughty.

As a daughter hailing from one of the great noble houses, Alyssa feels a great deal of responsibility to prove herself as being one worthy of her families' legacy. She also feels however that she is capable of far more than what society might conventionally expect of her, and wishes to ascend beyond the banality of marriage and womanhood whilst making the Tully name proud. As a result, she puts tremendous pressure on herself to reach those lofty ambitions, and becomes thoroughly disheartened when she feels that she has failed to meet them. However, under no circumstances does she question her ability to accomplice her goals: while she is conscientious of those around her and is aware that she has much growing to do, she remains confident in herself and her path, though she can’t help but compare herself at times to her peers. She's also no stranger to hard work, and her resolve is solid even when faced with the most dire circumstances. As such, once she's made up her mind about something or someone, it's unlikely that she can be swayed to change her opinion (A stubbornness she inherits from her father).

Biography: From the time the child was old enough to walk about, Alyssa was a curious, inquisitive individual. Often slipping past the watchful eyes of the Septa, the little girl spent many a happy time in her childhood wandering about the castle, occasionally pestering those she came across for a story. The young lady would then proceed to recount these tales and adventures to her family (And in fact anyone who would listen to her) in in vivid detail, much to their amusement. She was in turn scolded for leaving the Septa's care and bothering the castle's inhabitants, but this did little to dissuade her from her habits as a child. Over time she largely grew out of this mischievous streak, both her mother and twin Marianne keeping a watchful eye on her. Eventually she came to appreciate the lessons their Septa had to offer, taking pleasure in learning to sew and similar pastimes. However, the one domain she remained stubborn in was a disdain for literature, or rather being forced to read them herself.

It took countless hours of sitting in the study of Maester Lymond, slowly enunciating and sounding out words, until the eight-year old finally could string the countless rows of letters which made up Lomas Longstriders' Wonders into something of meaning. She didn't completely understand all she read, but it fascinated her nonetheless, and quickly became a voracious reader. Now that the gears had clicked into place, it didn't take long before she consumed The Seven-Pointed Star and all the other texts which her Septa had recommended to her, and soon moved on to topics. History, folktales, science, no text was safe from her grasp, and when the teenager eventually consumed the entirety of Riverrun's mediocre selection of books, she moved onto pestering the Maester directly with her questions. For a time both he and the Septa tried to redirect her interests towards hobbies deemed more 'socially appropriate', but eventually Lymond acquiesced to her countless inquiries, so long as it did not keep her from her work with the Septa. If her parents had any concerns with her literary obsession, they chose not to share it with her.

As the teen grew into a young woman, Alyssa's desire for knowledge has only grown with time. Whilst her twin Marianne was regularly courted and is currently on her second betrothal, Alyssa has politely declined any requests for marriage, her mind set on other things. If a woman could be a great knight, as depicted in the valiant tales of Brienne of Tarth, she sees no reason why one could not become a scholar. To this day she harbours a deep desire to study at the Citadel, and while unsure of whether she would be willing to give up the ability to wed and bear children believes that life has more to offer her than husbands to please and heirs to sire. It is a topic which she remains vocal about to this day, and has even confided to her twin that she’d cut her hair and masquerade as a boy if that is what it takes to gain passage to those hallowed halls. For now though, she will settle with attending the Royal Wedding alongside her family, hoping to use the occasion to meet with the maesters and other scholars present to share her work, and perhaps even request a visit to the Citadel's revered library.

Appearance: While both the Tully twins are of average stature and inherit the reddish locks of their father, Alyssa in most respects takes after her mother. Her face retains the roundness of youth, though creases have begun to appear along her brow, and is framed by a mane of auburn-red hair, typically kept in braids. Amidst the muddle of a heavily freckled complexion, the most distinctive features are the large hawk-like nose and watery blue eyes that stare back unflinchingly. Her attire is befitting of her title as a noble woman, consisting of fine wool or linen dresses dyed shades of blue, green, or grey, occasionally accompanied by an apron should she be working in the Maester's study. While by no means a dainty lady, she is the weakest on horseback after her brother Tytos, thus preferring to stroll the grounds on foot rather than risk injuring herself whilst riding.

Family:
See above

Other: Is attending the Royal Wedding in King's Landing along with the rest of the Tully party.
 
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Alys Bolton

Gender
Female

Age
16

Year of Birth
357 AC

Marital Status
Single

Personality
Alys is the opposite of her elder sister, Talia. She is sweet, forgiving and open, always seeing the best in people. She absolutely despises the family tradition of flaying. Alys is also a hopeless romantic, reading books about tragedy and romance and having the bard play all the romantic songs her knows to her, she hopes to find true love one day, no matter if the person is commoner or High born.

Bio

Alys was born in 357 to Lady Mysa Locke and Lord Rogar Bolton of the Dreadfort but she wasnt the only child born that day, coming out of the womb 2 minutes after her was her younger twin, Dylon Bolton who instantly became the heir to the Dreadfort. Growing up, Alys was repulsed by her father;s advice, to flay their enemies and one day rule the North, whether directly by force or indirectly by Marriage. Alys also grew up learning how to be a lady and travelled around the North with her father, courting the high born Northern boys but her father failed to find a suitable suitor for her and instead turned his ambition to finding a suitor from a Great House.



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Dylon Bolton

Gender
Male

Age

16

Year of Birth
357 AC

Marital Status

Single

Personality

Dylon has been told countless times by his father that he looks and acts extremely like his uncle, Roose Bolton, Rogar's brother (Not Canon). He is kind and gentle yet he is also like his father, firm and decisive and a decent swordsman. He is on one half the perfect heir that Rogar desires and on the other, much to kind and gentle for Rogar's liking.

Bio
Dylon was born 2 minutes after his twin sister Alys and from the very second of his birth he had his father's full attention as the new heir to the Dreadfort. From before he could walk he had a wooden sword and when he could walk he was trained extensively in the arts of war (and reluctantly, flaying). Dylon was the centre of attention for his entire family and for everyone who lived within the Dreadfort's influence, being extremely popular among the common girls. Dylon never got a chance to tour the North like his sister's he was the acting lord of the Dreadfort in his father's stead.​
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    Name:
    Aregelle Stark
    Gender:
    Female
    Year of Birth:
    359 AC
    Age:
    13

    Title(s):

    Marital Status:
    unmarried

    Personality:
    Despite of her being a thirteen year old girl, Aregelle Stark, the youngest daughter of Cregan and Jeyne Stark, is mature for her age. She may not understand much, but she is not naïve and ignorant in the ways of the world. She knew that the world is sometimes not fair and not all men have a good heart. She’s a very mercurial young girl, often quiet and moody. But there are times when she is spirited, charming, and childish just like any children in her age should be. An inquisitive and relentless girl. She could be a little mischievous sometimes, causing a little trouble here and there, and due to her charming and innocent looks, not to mention her way with words and reasoning, she often got away with things. She can be deemed as arrogant and snobbish but Aregelle is kind to those beneath her station. She is quite known to be honest. Almost brutally and won’t held back nor lie if she can.

    Biography:

    Aregelle’s life in Winterfell is plain as possible. It’s not that exciting nor boring either. All she ever wanted in life is already with her. A loving parents (who obviously favors her most of time), dumb and idiotic but lovable older brothers, a sweet and charming older sister and a vast open space as her playground. It may sound dull for some, but Aregelle love her life. It’s peaceful and quiet. Their family is happy and content.

    Appearance:
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    Family:
    Rickon Stark 295 - 370 (Age 75)

    Eddard Stark 314 - 356 (Age 42)
    Marna Bolton 319 - 358 (Age 39)
    Cregan Stark 332 - (Age 40)
    Rodwell
    Devlin
    Devron
    Lyara

    Other:
    Aregelle is good at horse riding, not bad at needlework either. Follows the old gods but fascinated the faith of the seven. She collects dolls and has a couple of them. Aregelle is very protective over them.

 
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“as high as honor”​



Name: Odella Arryn

Gender: Female

Year of Birth: 352

Age: 20

Title

Marital Status: unmarried; widow



Personality:
Appearances are often what one judges by whether consciously or subconsciously, and in her nineteen years of living Odella has learned to live by this very ideal. She’s undoubtedly young in appearance, seemingly naïve and untouched by much of the evil of the world. However Odella feels she’s seen it all and acts accordingly. In her youth one could go as far to describe the child as kind-hearted. Her experiences have shaped her into quite the bitter young woman, driven by little other than her far-reaching goals.


Biography
Odella was born the middle child of Robert and Andrea Arryn, and although her not being the heir afforded her pardon from much of what her brother experienced under there father’s tutelage, it didn’t dull her thirst, even from a young age, for power. Odella experienced most love maternally from her nanny, as her young mother knew little of how to deal with an infant and reacted accordingly. In spite of the neglect she received paternally, Odella always idolized her father, although he knew little in the ways of love apart from the materialistic.


Showered with many a thing in her youth, Odella grew up with a sense of entitlement only further cultivated by the respect her name commanded. However, her childhood wasn’t spent in complete psychological disarray. From her nanny, Odella learned of knights in shining armor, of the inevitability of true love. In spite of this, said girl never truly grasped the concept of truly love, nor did she ever truly develop the moral compass that rules the decisions of many. Or perhaps she never truly wanted too.

Jasper being sent away from home resulted in Odella’s father taking a bigger place in his daughter's world. Her nanny, despite Odella’s protests, was discharged from the household and a tutor was put in her place. From that point on, Odella was no longer allowed to indulge in the sentiments and dreams of her youth, instead being forcibly informed on all of the histories of the Seven Kingdoms her father thought necessary. As she grew older, Odella learned to look towards the powerful men in her life for examples of conduct, given that her mother's ineptitude didn’t afford her a female example to look up too.


An awkwardly long-limbed, willowy child in her youth, womanhood bestowed upon Odella the gift of beauty and a grace her dance teachers had attempted to exert onto her at no avail. Odella took new interest into the things of the more feminine sort, enjoying the lusting eyes her flowering afforded her. Although Odella never developed a keen sense of narcissism where her looks were concerned, she did understand that she’d grown to become quite a beauty although she failed to see what new implications her flowering would lead too.


When rumors that Odella had been ‘fooling around’ (these rumors have been neither acknowledged nor refuted by Odella herself) with quite a few soldiers reached Robert Arryn’s ears, Odella quickly found herself being pushed into a marriage with the comparably older by nearly twenty years, Robin Arryn of the Arryn’s of Gulltown. Despite her pleas otherwise, Odella quickly found herself the wife of her distant cousin. Her once cultivated sentiments of love accompanying marriage were finally blighted by the reality of an abusive husband who was slow to affection and quick to belabor her with his own bloated self-interests.


Odella had tolerated but two years of marriage before Robin consequently fell ill. What started out as a cough quickly metamorphosed into a black regurgitation that drove away doctors in bewildered flocks, and by the end of that third year Odella found herself a widow. Possessing of the belief that mourning should only as last as long as grief does, Odella was quick to concern herself with other matters. But the news that her father had died sent Odella into a tail spin. And the rumors and speculation that surrounded said man’s death angered Odella enough to propel her into a series of retaliatory tasks.

Family
Parents: Robert & Andrea Arryn
Siblings: Jasper Arryn, Rodger Arryn
Ex-Husband: Robin Arryn


 
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Name

Rodwell Stark


Gender

Male


Year of Birth

355 AC


Age

17


Titles/Nicknames

The Frozen Wolf


Marital Status

Unmarried


Personality

Rodwell Stark has taken after his father in many respects, a quiet and dour boy who cares deeply for the people, the land, and his family. He has also taken on the attitude that honour is a very serious matter indeed. He holds a great deal of respect for the Night's Watch, and makes this respect clear any time it comes up, such as when he visits the Wall. Rodwell is an exceedingly clever and quick-witted boy, and he has quickly grasped the weight with which he has been saddled as the heir of Winterfell. As such, he never acted out much as a child, and takes special care in ensuring that he has understood his lessons properly. Rodwell has a stoic demeanour, preferring to stay calm rather than get emotionally heated about things. He frequently asks questions of his father and other trusted authority figures, wishing to know more and impression some of their wisdom onto himself.

One thing he hasn't picked up so well from his father is Cregan's generosity and kindness. Rodwell has a hard heart for any outside his family and friends, and isn't prone to the bouts of forgiveness that his father is, and thus comes off as quite harsh. He is, however, still fair in his dealings, honest and sincere about his opinions and intentions. He also takes pains to remain grounded, staying honest with himself about who he is and what he can do. He has something of an unkind tongue, unafraid to point out people's wrongs, flaws, and mistakes, never shying away from a verbal conflict, just like his father. He does try and please his father with his behaviour, and thus tries to rein in some of his harsher words and tendencies.


Biography

Rodwell is the son of Cregan Stark and Jeyne Bolton, although he's one hundred percent Stark at heart. Growing up he immediately latched onto his father over his mother. He still loved her, but not like his father. His personality didn't win him too many friends as a child, and his interactions were mostly mediating people's issues and such, as even when young he was trusted as a mostly impartial and fair neutral party. As he grew, he found he had little interest in martial ways, especially since he couldn't match Devlin at it, so he focused instead on rulership. He was noted as an exceptional pupil by the Starks' Maester, although academics were not Rodwell's prime interest. Every year and a half he and his siblings would accompany Cregan to the Wall, and go Beyond the Wall for a day. During these visits, Rodwell built up a great respect for the Night's Watch, and as he got older, a sorrow at the poor state of the Night's Watch, too.

Once, when Rodwell was 13, he and his brother Devron accompanied Cregan on a long excursion beyond the Wall, where Cregan and a few Rangers disappeared for a day and a half. During this excursion, Rodwell handled himself admirably, although he understandably did not involve himself in what little fighting there was. He did, however, save the life of one younger Ranger by shoving a dagger into the back of a wildling's knee before he could crush the man's head. After his time beyond the Wall, Rodwell gained more interest in swordsmanship, as he disliked how helpless he felt. He was barely of middling talent, but stubbornly pushed himself anyway.

Throughout all this, the one friend Rodwell really had outside his family was Daniel Ashwood. The two got on in a strange odd-couple relationship, but the friendship prevailed. Because of this, Rodwell has extended an uncommon (for him) goodwill and kindness to the rest of the Ashwoods. Over the course of his upbringing, Rodwell was raised to respect all his peers, however, and all of House Stark's vassal houses, so it isn't like he hates the rest of them or anything.


Appearance

Rodwell has never been one for gaudy fashion, in grooming or in clothes, and always looks very understated. He's not outstandingly handsome, nor is he ugly, he just is. At most he's kind of a bit pretty. He has a rather unexpressive face. Said face is long-ish, and his eyes are a pale grey, showing quite clearly his Stark heritage. He's of a rather lean build, although part of this is because Rodwell has a meagre appetite. He is of roughly average height for his age, maybe a tiny bit short.


Other

Rodwell doesn't like it when people talk around a point, preferring to get directly to the point. He also prefers it when people say what they mean, and mean what they say. He acquired the moniker 'the Frozen Wolf' on account of his rather cold demeanour towards most. Polite and respectful, but cold. He fights rather conservatively, focusing on defense rather than attack, looking to outlast people. He has remarkable stamina, even for someone of his body size and shape. Rodwell has taken on his father's attitude towards Widow's Wail and the Lannisters, extending it to wishing to rename it, as he considers the name the moniker of a mad, petty, and ineffectual King, thus not worth the respect of keeping it.​
 
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“Winter is coming”​



Name: Eddard Stark

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 357

Age: 16

Title: Laughing Wolf

Marital Status: unmarried



Personality
Eddard Stark, despite the connotations of his namesake, possesses very little in the ways of honor or loyalty. Aligning himself where and when he sees fit with the winning side as well as being the gleeful instigator where most fights took place in his youth, Eddard has always possessed of an innate sense of self-preservation and a keen eye for trouble. Although he's not entirely incapable of kinship and the bonds of friendship, Eddard rarely allows himself to be sucked into the drivel of family and the such. Perhaps it's more the immaturity that comes with youth then true disloyalty that motivates this, but only time can tell.

Driven almost entirely by a chronic paranoia and disregard for the emotions of others, Eddard's decisions reflect these odd sentiments. Although he's not neasecarily blind to the emotions of others the Stark more often then not disassociates from such matters where he sees fit, being unable to deal with someone's loss of control. This makes trusting anyone a nearly impossible feat for the Stark, who can never judge anyone actions as merely one dimensional in nature, believing even the gentlest of beings to have ulterior motives.

Additionally, despite his quiet disposition suggesting at otherwise, Eddard is ruled by a mixture of both spontaneous and thought out actions. Quite the attention seeker in his youth, the mischief of his childhood has crept into his adult actions, although it's rarely communicated through anything but a few jokes. Few things in life truly seem too satisfy him, his impulsive nature driving him to seek stimulation in the most unorthodox of ways.

 
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Erik Bloodaxe

Gender
Male

Age
Unknown, around 35-40

Year of Birth
Unknown

Marital Status

Single

Personality
Erik Bloodaxe is a hot tempered, intelligent and very strong individual with an ambition to not only unite all the Free Folk but to conquer all of Westeros not only the North. He has been south of the wall many times and has studied the Night's watch and the Molestown inhabitants so he knows what to expect when he finally marches on the wall.

Bio

Erik Bloodaxe was born a lowly clan member in one of the many Ice River Clans that exist along the Ice rivers of the lands Beyond the wall. His father was a simple Clansmen who hunted and raided other clans to feed his family. Erik's mother was a Spearwife and taught him how to fight from a young age. Growing up Erik showed great promise, being an incredibly strong boy and surprisingly quick on his feet too, he would often beat the other wildling boys in running races and axe fights alike, one day when Erik was 12 his wroth got the better of him and he beat open the head of another wildling boy with his blunt axe, after that no one wanted to fight Erik and he was henceforth known as "Erik Bloodaxe" named so by his father.

At age 16, Erik was near the peak of his physical strength, wielding a double handed axe in battle and having killed countless men, but this was not enough to satisy his ambition. Two years later at age 18 Erik challenged his local chieftan to a duel to decide who would rule the clan. The ageing chieftan of 49 could not deny Erik as he would be seen as cowardly so he accepted. After a gruelling duel where Erik suffered many wounds, including deep cuts to his arms and chest, he emerged victorious, cutting the head off of the chieftan.

Erik started off with a small clan of 100 warriors and spent the next twenty years uniting the Ice River Clans now in present day Erik has roughly 4000 warriors in his coalition of clans, having united ALL of the ice River clans, it took him 20 years but now that he has a sizeable amount of warriors at his back, uniting the rest of the wildlings shouldn't take as long. There are currently 3 other men also with sizeable groups of warriors, calling themselves King Beyond the Wall aswell as Erik claiming the title for himself. Erik promises his coalition that he shall cut the heads off of these men and unite all the Free folk, leading them south to conquer ALL of Westeros.
 
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NAME
Conn Greyjoy

GENDER
Male

AGE
39

TITLE(S)
Captain Of Envy's Amulet (SHIP)

STATUS
Single

PERSONALITY
Careless. Jocular. Shrewd. Unstable. Venal.

BIOGRAPHY

FAMILY
See House Greyjoy

OTHER

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NAME
Jeyne Stark née Bolton

GENDER
Female

AGE
35

TITLE(S)
Lady Of Winterfell

STATUS
Married
( To Cregan Stark )

PERSONALITY
Clever. Demure. Maternal. Prudent. Resentful.


BIOGRAPHY
Jeyne Bolton has had a, mostly, pleasant life. She was born the only daughter of Eric Bolton, and was thus treated like a princess in her own right. She never spoiled, however. She always remained elegant and kind. When she was 9, she saw her eldest brother die at dinner. This moment changed her in several ways. She does not take her family for granted and will always cherish her family members and the love she has for each one of them. However, the death of her brother also scarred her a little bit.

When she was 17, she was married off to Cregan Stark. Heir. The two had known each other beforehand and their marriage started off VERY passionately. It still is passionate to this day, however, they are no longer having relentless sex in The Wolfswood anymore.
Cregan has given her six children, and she loves each with all the love she has in her heart. Although she does often choose favourites. Her favourite favourite usually being her youngest daughter, Aragelle.

Presently, Lady Jeyne Stark resides at Winterfell. She is a respected woman amongst those in The North. She is like a mother wolf who will stop at nothing to protect her young, but she also remains in-tact with her 'Bolton' side- in the sense that she is sometimes cold and calculated. She may be a "dotting mother", but she is not a fool.

If you mess with her or her family, she will try and ensure that you will be torn to shreds.

But otherwise; Jeyne continues living her pleasant life. She is content. If only she didn't still suffer from nightmares. Nightmares about her dead brother, Roose. Nightmares about gruesome things happening to her gaggle of children. She could certainly do without those...


FAMILY
SEE House Bolton
SEE House Stark

OTHER
- She is not skilled in any sort of weaponry.

- She is a devout believe in The Old Gods. Although not 'so' devout that she would have you flogged in the street for having another God that you worship.

- Although Jeyne embraces her Bolton heritage, she has an odd relationship with her family of House Bolton. She would say she loves them, but she isn't around them as much to really do so.

- The only times she has ever fought with Cregan were over things related to her children. She is not a fan of Cregan's expeditions to The Wall. The biggest fight they ever had was when Cregan sent her second son, Devlin, off to Storm's End to be fostered. The argument they had resulted in Jeyne hitting her husband. It is, now, all in the past however.


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NAME
Devlin Stark

GENDER
Male

AGE
17

TITLE(S)
N/A

STATUS
Single

PERSONALITY
Ardent. Boisterous. Flashy. Proud. Warm.


BIOGRAPHY
Devlin Stark was born only moments after his twin brother, Rodwell. Because of a difference in birth of only several seconds- Rodwell was named heir. Devlin was from then on only known as the second son. As a child, he was jealous of his brother. It got to a point that his body ached with jealousy. Until he started training. He, and everyone else at Winterfell, soon found that Devlin was a natural at swordplay. He was hailed as the next "great warrior" of The North. And as he got better, he forgot his envy and took pride in what he was. Being heir no longer mattered to him.

When he 11 years young, he was sent away. His father saw that he had immense potential, so he was shipped off to The Stormlands to be a ward of House Baratheon. This caused his mother, Jeyne, to be outraged. A part of Devlin was hurt as well. He felt as if his family and his people did not want him. For a while, he went back to being "the second son". He felt like he didn't belong anywhere.

He found a home in Storm's End, however. For the last six years, Devlin has grown in almost every way. He is a skilled swordsman and a genuinely good human being on top of that. He loves it at Storm's End. But, a part of him is ready to go back to Winterfell and bring pride to his father, mother, and siblings. He wants to bring even more honour to his house of Stark.


FAMILY
SEE House Stark

OTHER
- Devlin is an almost master at swordplay. He is also great at fighting with his fists. He countlessly flunks at archery, however.

- He has always been wolf-blooded. He was a bit of a problem child at times, going against the will of his maesters and parents. He has calmed down as of late, but he still loves to drink himself to death and get in a tavern brawl every now and then.

- He has had quite a confusing time with his faith. He follows The Old Gods, however he has lost a lot of his faith after spending six years surrounded by worshipers of The Seven. He often ponders on which Gods are the right Gods.


 
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Name: Walder Frey


Gender: Toll Booth Collector


Year of Birth: 305 AC


Age: 67


Title(s): Former Master of Whispers, Lord Frey

Monikers: Iron Walder, "The Troll above the Bridge"


Marital Status: Married


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Biography: What has happened thus far in a character's life. This must be over two paragraphs long.


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Family:


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Name
: Gawen Swann

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 319

Age: 53

Title: 'Lord of Stonehelm', 'Fanged Swan'

Martial Status: Married


Personality
In his youth, the famously named ‘Fanged Swan’ was certainly as fierce and formidable a force as he’ll boastingly depict himself as even now, given the opportunity. Regardless of what his prowess in battle was during that period of his life, the lord of Swann is now recognized only by the distinct largesse of his physical form. As is connotated by his heaving belly to his round, rosy cheeks, Gawen Swann certainly is a man who has never willingly missed a dinner. Food, like gossip, he scarves down and retains little fragments. Possessing of a deceptively affable disposition, a lecherous humor, and an appetite for drink to match his tastes for woman, Gawen knows very little of that fabled senility said to accompany the aging process.

Gwen has aged 'gracefully', unashamed of his age and the 'wisdom' associated with his time, however little knoweledge he possesses. Although his muscles have softened with age, even his sight beginning to fail him, Gawen has yet to lose his proclivity too underhanded schemes, much like the ones that allowed him to pave his way from the youngest son to the Swann heir. He's not particularly intelligent, nor is he one to trouble himself with pretty words and philosophical dictums, but he certainly does showcase a proclivity towards treachery, using the power of his house to maintain the Swann’s famous “neutrality”.

Biography
Much of Gawen’s youth was spent in relative isolation. Being the youngest of two already brilliant and older by five years siblings Gawen grew up hating both for the inevitable comparisons that shadowed his steps. Being neither particularly handsome nor particularly intelligent, Gawen turned to woman and alcohol to fill the void made incorrigible by his blissfully unaware father. It wasn't until he was twenty however that Gawen ever found that the steel of metal in his palm felt softer and more yielding than the touch of any common whore.

Although he never was able to attain a proper teacher apart from the soldiers who littered Stonehelm at his father's behest, Gawen fancied himself quite the swordsman, boasting of his great skill to whatever would listen. Tiring of his younger brothers attention-seeking antics, Jeffrey challenged Gawen to a duel that had less than favorable effects for the younger of the two. Perhaps Jeffrey's intentions were pure in his exaggerated victory, but nonetheless Gawen vowed revenge on his brother for the embarrassment the whole affair generated him.

Voluntarily banishing himself from home due to the disgrace of the experience, Gawen didn't return to Stonehelm for fifteen years, steering clear of said place even when the news of his sisters death reached his ears. Instead Gawen tirelessly trained, his motivations circulating about one particularly gory image - his brothers bloodied and broken body. Gawen returned home ready for a rematch, and met naught but his brothers exhaustion, and a much changed home.

His mother had fallen sick and perished, and it seemed as if they're father might soon follow, Gawen quickly learned. Where his brother might've expected familiail concern to kick in, Gawen felt only partial towards the opportunities these stroke of luck had granted him.

In the events that unfolded, Jeffrey followed his father into death with the same symptoms that had preceded his father and mothers untimely descents. A young Gawen took the seat of heir with the intentions of making House Swann a house with enough influence and neutrality to guarantee victories in every war. Infamous now for the great number of bastards he birthed in the seven years following his first marriage, Gawen knows little of love or loyalty, preferring his own self-interests to those of his 'family'.
 
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Aegor Targaryen

Gender
Male

Age

29

Year of Birth
344 AC

Titles
Crown Prince
Heir to the Iron Throne

Marital Status
Single

Personality

Aegor is paranoid and manipulative, the latter being alot less obvious. He grew up in Kings Landing and the sheer scheming took a toll on him. He only trusts two people in the whole Seven Kingdoms, his cousin Prince Vaegon Targaryen and his wartime friend Albert Lannister, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Although he trusts the Lannister more than his own cousin as he has read the Dance of the Dragons and knows that sometimes you cant even trust family when the Iron Throne is up for the taking.

Bio

(From JustWhipIt JustWhipIt 's Aegor, all credit for the bio goes to them)
Unsurprisingly, Aegor's early life was dominated by studies and training, much like the rest of his siblings. Though he was never particularly gifted at anything, the sheer amount of time he put into his studies made him a talented child in more categories than one. Much of this is in part because of his father's reputation in the Seven Kingdoms. Once being old enough to appreciate the feats of Maegor, reality struck the young Targaryen. Even as a child, there were questions surrounding him as to whether or not he would be able to follow in his father's footsteps. No doubt the pressure got to his head, as his life was far from stress-free, and quite noticeably so. Born into the position he was, he didn't have much choice but to accept his future, which he would later grow to appreciate. When he did have some time off, he sought the company of his other siblings, most of whom he got along with just fine. However, with age, Aegor's time spent among his siblings drastically decreased. Although he never considered himself a model sibling himself, he did feel a slight ounce of guilt for it.


As he matured, Aegor took careful note of his father's words and actions, knowing he would be emulating them some years later. Gradually, time that was once spent with his siblings became more time spent with his father, his instructors, and even members of the Small Council that he may one day have worked alongside. It was a period of learning where he was introduced to many aspects of kingship. During this time, he legitimately found interest in the thought of inheriting the Iron Throne, and looked forward to the day he would. As a result, he committed even more time to his studies and bettering himself. Yet, it wasn't until he reached the age of twenty did his name begin to circulate in Westeros.





Aegor increased his presence and popularity outside of the Crownlands in the recent years by leading a series of campaigns, the most recent being a battle against the pirates of the Stepstones. While the operation was initially an overwhelming success, some unfortunate circumstances resulted in Lord Commander Prester being slain in combat. Believing his own oversights were the cause of the Lord Commander's death, the events that transpired in the Stepstones were a great blow to the prince's confidence. During his return to King's Landing, he befriended Albert Lannister, another member of the Kingsguard who played an integral part in the recovery of the campaign. He was in debt to the Lannister so much so that he vouched for his promotion to Lord Commander, a ruling which ultimately passed. Ever since then he's been residing in the Red Keep, taking a much needed break for the first time in years.
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Name: Axel Tully

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 345

Age: 28

Title: N/A

Marital Status: Married (TBA)

Personality: As the Tumblestone flows swift and strong, so too does Axel brim with a boundless amount of vim and vigor. The second Tully son takes after his mother in that he thrives in the company of others, preferring to associate himself with a variety of characters of different backgrounds and viewpoints than limit himself to a few close friends. Some may find comfort in the familiar and routine, but Axel is not one of these people, and is always open to spur-of-the-moment ideas and new experiences for the sake of livening things up a little, though this is at times wearisome to those around him. He can be mercurial in his temperament, but in the presence of friends and strangers alike tends to be gregarious in his demeanour, and there are many who compare the young man's jovial demeanour to that of the former Lord Hoster. While he can be clever in his humour and displays a great deal of perception in conversation, Axel lacks the calculating nature to be a truly efficient schemer of plots, and whilst he thinks himself a wily fellow at times is in truth but a mediocre manipulator. His greatest advantage in the art of deception is his ability to tell convincing falsehoods, though unfortunately its a skill he doesn’t often take advantage of.

Whereas many of his family members tend to lean towards diplomacy, Axel has seldom been one to mask his true sentiments or concern himself a great deal with social expectations. He views the excessive sugarcoating and toxic deceit which runs rampant amongst the nobles and common-folk alike as pitiful, and in condemning this behaviour tends to be rather callous in his manner of speaking, though there are instances where he displays a modicum of tact. He is equally forthright in his judgements or opinions of others, and this is most clear when considering his relationship with his eldest brother, whom he views as lacking the necessary mental fortitude to succeed their father as Lord of the Riverlands. Axel has never been one to mince words or deliberately soften a blow, and at times his critiques take on a particularly vehement tone such that it seems he’s bullying his siblings. Yet he himself has little interest in taking up the mantle as head of the family, and instead sees his actions as being for the good of the house in trying to toughen up the heir to Riverrun. At the end of the day, for all his japes and jabs, he remains loyal to his family first and foremost, and would be willing to do almost anything if it meant ensuring their continued well-being, even it was to the detriment of others.

Biography:

Appearance: While neither the strongest nor swiftest man in combat, Axel's combative prowess lies in his nigh-infinite stamina and versatility, being well versed in utilizing a variety of short/ long ranged weapons and taking advantage of his surroundings when possible.

Family: See above

Other: Along with the rest of his family (minus Lord Brynden), Axel is visiting Kings Landing to attend the Royal Wedding, where he shall be participating in both the jousting and melee events.
 
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Robett Woods

Age
16

Date Of Birth

357 AC

Titles

Heir to House Woods of the Wolfswood

Marital Status

Single

Personality

Robett is utterly obsessed with Lady Jeyne Stark and all his thoughts and actions revolved around her. He is extremely obsessive (obviously), manipulative and he'll basically just do anything to get Lady Stark's attention as he believes that they are "in love" and destined by the gods to be together.

Bio
Robett was born the first son of his father, also Robett Woods and his wife, Lady Mysa Bole. He was born at the seat of House Woods in the Wolfswood. The first twelve years of Robett's life were rather uneventful, he was a quiet child and never caused any trouble, his mother would often remark that he stared at people to much.

When Robett was twelve he visited Winterfell with his father and the lord and his liege seemed to get on extremely well, so much so that Cregan Stark offered to take Robett as his ward at Winterfell, a highly prestigious position for such a small noble. Robett was eager to go, not because of the prestige or Cregan but because of the beautiful Lady Stark that he instantly had an obsession over, often spending long periods of time alone in his room thinking about her. He would stand extremely close to Jeyne Stark and when no one was looking would smell her scent.

When he was 13, Robett made the bold move to snip a lock of hair from Jeyne's head while he was pouring her water at breakfast. He remembered their eyes lock onto eachothers as she asked "What are you doing?", He had nearly told her the truth but instead went with the lie "I just coughed". He knew at that moment that she was in love with him, just as he was in love with her. Robett would also often purposely bump into her just to feel her body on his own, or brush his hand over hers "Accidentally" to feel her warm skin.

In present day, after years of planning and certainty, Robett is preparing to make his move on the Lady of Stark, in King's Landing of all places. Surely, she will leave her husband for him.​
 
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Name

Oswell Egen


Gender

Male


Age

44


Titles/Nicknames

Wyard, Shieldhand, Wyard Shieldhand, Wyard the Black,

As Oswell Egen: the Vanished Knight (in recent times), Oswell the Bear


Marital Status

Anulled Marriage


Personality

Oswell is not necessarily an unkind man, but he's about as far from a bleeding heart as Winterfell is from Sunspear. He's a knight, but he doesn't act like one, all chivalrous and polite. He's rude, harsh, ruthless, vulgar, blunt, pragmatic, cynical, and pitiless. He won't tolerate too much wanton cruelty and brutality, because that doesn't get you anything other than a bad reputation, but what needs to be done is what needs to be done, and no amount of puppy eyes can change that, in his mind. Underneath that, Oswell might have a more moral side to him, and a few of those who knew him for extended periods of time claim he does, but there's almost no evidence for it, and Oswell himself claims that they're looking for the sand in the Eyrie. He doesn't believe in oaths or promises, but he is loyal to his few friends, and to his men, and does right by them whenever possible.

Oswell holds that blood relation means nothing, and despises his family, especially his younger brother, Barrin, for how useless he is, and how dishonest he is about his uselessness. Oswell may not be honest with those around him, but he does not delude himself or lie to himself about anything. He is grounded in reality, unlikely to believe tall tales of heroism, men of Ice from Beyond the Wall, or exaggerations of skill. He has astoundingly accurate gut feelings, and follows his instincts, rather than try and overthink things.

Decades of vigilant service on the Bloody Gate have formed Oswell into an experienced tactician, leader, and warrior. It has also given him an intimidating presence, and a no-nonsense attitude. None can fault Oswell's bravery, and his men are fiercely loyal to their leader, both inspired by his example and by his unwillingness to prioritise anything over the lives and wellbeings of his men. Oswell rarely discriminates against people he doesn't know, although the loss of his mother and his hand to mountain clansmen, along with frequent skirmishes with these clans and the losses incurred by such skirmishes, have left him resentful of them.


Bio

Oswell was born the third son and third child of Hugo Egen and Shalla Egen née Arryn of Gulltown. Born before him were Spencer and Garmund Egen. Younger than him are Jon, Clare, Brienne, and Barrin Egen. They'll all get briefly described in another section, probably, if I get around to it. He never really got on with any of these, besides Spencer and, to a lesser extent, Shalla.

As the the third son of House Egen, never expected to inherit anything, Oswell was perfectly placed to indulge in his greatest passion in life; combat. And he had a talent for it, too. At eleven, he was beating squires older than him in mock duels with wooden swords, and was even squired to Ser Walder Bracken, despite being from a smaller house. He would be a squire for another seven years, when he was knighted at eighteen after a thorough and punishing learning experience. Looking back, Oswell doesn't regret a single moment of it, though, and instead thinks very highly of Ser Walder, seeing him as his mentor, and the finest knight he knows, although sadly out of his glory days. He attributes his ability to sum things up into short sentences as the influence of Ser Walder, as well as his formidable swordsmanship skills and a good chunk of his bravery.

At fourteen, he watched his brother Spencer bleed out on the tourney field after being unhorsed. A shard from the shattered lance of his opponent came up into a gap in his neck armour, catching him in the throat. Although Oswell was furious, Ser Walder reined him in, telling him that it wasn't the other knight's fault, and that it could just as easily have been the other way around. And it was so that Garmund became the new heir. While Spencer was a proud, regal, cunning, and conscientious heir, Garmund was decidedly less so. He drank, wasted money on baubles and women. At the very least, he had a good talent for stewardship and finances, if not for subtlety. Three years later, his mother was ambushed and carried off by mountain clansmen, never to be seen again. This is the reason for the beginning of his vendetta against the mountain clans of the Vale.

At nineteen, a year after his knighting, Oswell was married to Alyssa Sunderland, a pretty girl who, regardless, Oswell found himself disliking. They did not partake in the Bedding Ceremony, and did not sleep together for another two weeks, when Oswell discovered her in the middle of riding one of the more handsome household guards. Her response to this was, effectively, telling him to screw off. Oswell wanted to petition for an annulment of the marriage, seeing as it had not been consummated, and that his wife was already finding alternative entertainment. His family were all opposed to such a notion, attempting to talk him out of it with talk of a scandal, or even to blame and chastise him for not consummating. Oswell ignored them and petitioned successfully, earning the enmity of both his family and the Sunderlands, whom he figured he might as well hate right back. After half a year of spending as much time as possible away from his family by going on frequent military expeditions against the mountain clans, where he learned his first lessons in the realities of combat and command.

Eventually, even this limited contact became too much, and Oswell left for the Arryn household, and became a trusted knight in the service of Robert Arryn, quickly proving himself not just an exceptional combatant but a capable commander and a loyal soldier, despite his roughness of temperament, even at the young age of nineteen. During this time, he distinguishes himself against mountain clansmen, wiping out a minor clan and personally taking charge of the defence of Robert Arryn when the Black Ears and Moon Brothers launched a combined ambush on his party. Oswell drove the assault back and captured the son of the chieftain of the Black Ears. He sliced the young warrior's ears off in mockery of the Black Ear custom of cutting the ears off those they best. In turn, the clansmen had captured a young knight of the Vale, intending to ransom whoever they could for whatever they could. So Oswell, with the permission of Lord Robert, returned the chieftain's son for the knight. At the meeting, he managed to talk, threaten, and generally bull his way into getting back the three Arryn guardsman that had also been taken.

Memorably, at twenty eight, Oswell himself was taken while traversing the Mountain Road, after slaying a significant number of clansmen. Enough that, even with him captured, they cut off his hand. Fortunately for Oswell, he managed to con the men told to do it into cutting off his right, exploiting the fact that there was some doubt among them which hand he used, and that most men were right handed, by quickly twigging on to their intentions, acting right handed, then putting his right hand onto the block to be cut off. It was a week and a half before he was returned to Robert, denying much of the comforting and sympathising, then dispelling the notion that he couldn't fight anymore by strapping a shield to his handless forearm and besting a skeptic, then his two skeptic friends. Even still, two years later when the Knight of the Gate at the time stood down citing old age, he didn't refuse Robert Arryn when the man made him the new Knight of the Gate, especially when he reasoned that he was just the best man for the job.

In his new role as Knight of the Gate, Oswell found himself somewhat unused to management, although it fortunately did not come up too often. He was also unused to the longer-term command of soldiers, although that changed quickly. Through the next ten years, Oswell served faithfully and competently, growing into a harder man with every passing month. When Robert died, and his notorious son ascended, Oswell was removed from his place at the Bloody Gate, replaced with some other, younger knight, in some kind of statement that he was not his father or something. Oswell didn't much care for the political reasons behind the decision, only that it happened, and what he was going to do about it. He'd already disliked Jasper Arryn, even before the man removed him from his home, so he couldn't quite go back there. He certainly would not be going back home. Comparing the pomp and pride with which knights conducted themselves with how men at arms and guards and such conducted themselves, then seeing how both fought equally as viciously in combat, Oswell came to the conclusion that knights were mostly dishonest. With this in mind, he no longer saw himself as a knight, even though he had indeed been anointed and knighted. So he took his armour, sword, shield, and courser, painted over the heraldry in black, took up the name Wyard, and left to live the life of a wandering sellsword. He has accrued a few interesting stories to tell along the way, as well as put extra effort into ensuring he's as formidable in combat as ever, if not more so, despite his ever-increasing age. After all, that's the skill the defines him, now.


Appearance

Oswell is a man who has clearly seen the wars, with a rough face, and a steely look about him, especially his eyes. His armour and shield are all black, as he decided it looked both more intimidating and less like he was hiding heraldry. He often wears a grey cloak over this armour, pinned with a simple iron brooch in the image of a griffin. He is missing his right hand, wears his sword on his right side, and often has his shield, a medium-size round shield reinforced with hardened leather stretched over its front and iron bands, all painted in black, strapped to his right forearm. So he doesn't have to either go without or take time to strap it on one-handed if a fight suddenly breaks out, he claims. In more casual settings he often wears a grey tunic with a studded leather jerkin, but he still has that shield on his arm, and he'll usually have a dagger somewhere in easy reach. He's grown used to having it around. Oswell is a tall man, although not as huge as Ser Duncan the Tall or, more recently, Dalton Greyjoy.


Other

Oswell is left-handed, and is missing his right one, due to tricking the mountain clansmen that captured him into thinking he was right-handed. When the time comes for battle, he straps a shield to his forearm, claiming that if it's still there, then it's no use hanging at his side. Oswell is an exceptional swordsman, even with one hand, and was rumored to have been offered Dwayne Prester's spot on the Kingsguard before Addison Spicer was sworn in. Oswell himself says that he's 'too bloody old' to be sworn in over a younger knight. Oswell is also a canny and experienced commander, although more used to smaller groups of troops and combating guerrilla tactics than field battles between large armies. Oswell has sworn off women after his experience with Alyssa Sunderland. He has a large grey courser stallion named Whisper, for its surprisingly quiet personality, and deft agility.​
 
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NAME
Emma.

GENDER
Female.

YEAR OF BIRTH // AGE
360 AC, making her nineteen.


TITLES/OCCUPATION
Handmaiden to Lysa Royce.


MARITIAL STATUS
Unmarried.


APPEARANCE
Here, here, here.

PERSONALITY
WIP

BACKGROUND
Work in progress.


FAMILY


wip


OTHER
 
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