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[WaitingCynicism]

Appearance :

Spoiler: Brandon

Spoiler: Benjen

Full Name : Brandon Stark


Titles : Commander(informal), Lord



Age : 44
What age is your character? And what year were they born in?
NOTE : No characters above the age of eighty.


Family : Bryce Stark - brother, Benjen (Stark) - Lover/"husband"
Does your character have a spouse? Or some siblings? A child or two?
NOTE : A Family Tree is always nice! If you want to make one, use FamilyEcho.


Personality : WIP
Is your character known to be noble? Is your character known to be sleazy? Are they virtuous? Or are they vulgar? Are they cordial? Or are they just a bitch?
NOTE : Don’t reveal too much. Because it is likely that your character will change as the role play begins and progresses.


Biography : WIP
Tell us about your character’s life up until the beginning of the role play. Did they excel in their studies? Did they not get on well with a family member? Did they earn a reputation… good or bad?
NOTE : Only say what you want to be known. If your character has a secret, then keep it under wraps and reveal it ICly. However, you must contact one of the GMs to see if the secret is okay to have. No secret face stealing assassins, please.


Other :
Does your character have any habits? An addiction? Some hobbies? Any particular set of skills? A pet? A really, really, really nice named sword? Tell us here!

 

[Foxagon]

Caliban Uller

Titles : Lord. King of Vipers.
Age: twenty-two
Family: Father & Mother (?), Anaya Uller ( Little-Fox ), younger brother (?)

Personality: Typically wears an impish smile that has very little bearing on his true mood. Very affectionate with those he's comfortable with and/or attracted to, but capable of ferocious mood swings and fits of anger that disrupt his usually calm temperament. Quiet about his judgments and very discriminatory over his company. Holds grudges. Like his poisons, patient when it comes to vengeance.

Biography: Oberon's youth in his youth cultivated a deep interest in the outside world, as well in many different fighting styles. Trained alongside his sister, developing a respect for her abilities despite her small stature. His interest in the scimitar was such that he apprenticed under a Yronwood for some time before returning at his father's insistence.

Other: Scimitar shortsword named Viperia; dabbles in bow and arrow. Fascinated with snakes.

 

[Yarrow]

Name: Symon Selmy
Titles: Marcher Lord of Harvest Hall, ser
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Height: 5’8
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Married to Lysa Fell
Family: Selmy
Biography: Symon is the son of Medrick Selmy and Lysa Gower. Being the son of a Marcher Lord means you start early with your sword training, so Symon soon starting training on his fighting skills. Medrick wasn’t a good father, he was harsh and rude and expected discipline from Symon. Symon didn’t liked it at all and decided that he would do it different when he was a parent. When he was 24, after being for years and eligible bachelor, he married Syla Fell, daughter of Lord Fell. Their marriage started off on the wrong foot, Syla was supposed to marry another lord from the Stormlands but he died. After some time Syla and Symon started to love each other and Syla got pregnant. While Syla was pregnant, Symon’s parents died in an accident. Symon was kind of relieved that the prick, his father, was now dead but was devastated by the loss of his mother. When Syla gave birth the twins brought back the joy in Symons life. The twins made him a better lord and father.
Now is Lord Selmy readying himself for war, to fulfill his duty as Marcher Lord and defend the Marches against the Tyrells and their allies
Other: Symon loves his wife Lysa and together they have a pair of twins, Stefron and Syla, who are six years old.
Personality: Symon is a family man, he is nice, kind and funny. He is the perfect father for your children. Symon enjoys spending time playing with his twins when he is off-duty. As Lord he can be serious but has a lot of sympathy for people. Some neighboring Lords see this as weak, but Symon is loved by the smallfolk living in their domain.

 

[Grammatic]

Appearance :



Full Name :
Samuel Sunglass


Titles :
Lord Sweetsound, Knight of Westeros


Age :
36


Family :
WIP


Personality :
Samuel is an aggressive, outgoing individual with few qualms about stepping on peoples feet to get where he is going. He has a strong sense of what is right and wrong, knowing when to stand firm in the face of all the wrongs in the world, and when he must stand up and openly fight them. He is gregarious with those he counts as friends, and loyal to a fault to what he knows is just and true.


Biography :
The second oldest son of the late Lord Sunglass, Samuel started out his life in the barracks. While his brother was off getting tutors on economics and political intrigue, Samuel was out on patrol. While his brother went and dined at extravagant balls, and met numerous young possible matches, Samuel was standing guard outside, in the pouring rain. As the second son of House Sunglass, this is exactly the life Samuel expected. For nearly a century this had been the tradition. The eldest son would rule, and the second son would command his brothers armies. He would eventually get married, he was certain, but such prospects never really mattered in his early life.

When he was seventeen, and just finishing his time as a squire, he returned home to visit his family before he expected to be made a Knight. In the years he had been gone, his elder brother had come to become the effective regent of House Sunglass, as both his parents had fallen ill and hadn't left their quarters in months. There, he found his brother whoring and feasting in the great hall, with numerous lesser knights and nobles gathered around him. Samuel decried his brother, sickened by what he saw, but his pleas fell on deaf, drunken ears. He did not have long to remain at Sweetsound, as he returned to the lord he had been squired to, and became a knight shortly there after.

With his new rank, Samuel returned home in secret, not divulging his arrival to his brother or anyone else. He had caught wind of strange activity on the docks of Sweetsound, something closely guarded by several knights and guardsmen at all times. That night, Samuel watched a Essosi vessel sail into port, with his elder brother meeting the captain in person. Right before his eyes, Samuel watched as his elder brother received a large chest of gold from the captain, while hooded, and shackled individuals were dragged onto the Essosi vessel. Before Samuel could act, the vessel cast off, sailing back the way it had come.

The next day, in full armor, Samuel marched into the great hall of Sweetsound, confronting his brother and his 'knight' allies. For the crime of dealing in slavery, Samuel's brother must be taken into custody to await proper trial. His brother refused, and ordered his men to drag Samuel from the hall. At that moment, several knights who had served under Samuel's father, quite and restrained until now, drew their swords and stood beside him, facing down his brothers men. A brief melee erupted, with several knights and guardsmen on both sides falling. It was a brief fight in the end though, as Samuel easily overpowered and broke through his brothers personal guard, forcing his side to surrender.

Not longer after that, Samuel's brother stood before the Iron Throne, and only the pleads of Samuel himself kept his brothers head on his shoulders. Instead, he was sent to join the Nights Watch. As the new heir to House Sunglass, Samuel was able to return home just in time for his parents to pass away in their sleep, their hearts broken by the news of what their eldest son had done.

Samuel spent the next few months destroying the minor slave ring his brother had built up to fund his expensive desires. Many of the slaver ships were impounded at the docks when they tried to get fresh cargo, with many more besides attacked on the high sea by ships bearing the Sunglass banner. Samuel was even briefly married during this time, though his wife fell ill during the pregnancy. She and their child did not survive childbirth, sending Samuel into a dark attitude for some time. Loose reports from this time say that House Sunglass began a campaign against the pirates and slavers of the Stepstones, with Samuel leading the charge in every battle, his pure silver and white armor stained crimson every time.

Only recently has Samuel fully recovered, diverting his attention and focus to the coming war.


Other :
From decades of endless training, Samuel is a master swordsmen when it comes to close combat.

 

[Whisker]

Dothraki

"Blood of my Blood"




Full Name : Jaego


Alliance : Golden Company


Age : 35


Family :

Parents: Khal Zakho x Khaleesi Niri

Siblings: Khal Jakho
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Personality :

Jaego is unusually stalwart and restrained for one who was born and raised among the Khalasar’s of the Great Grass Sea. He does not charge in howling, screaming for blood and the rape of women. He is cunning, picking his targets with care and acting with as much force and brutality as required to deliver whatever point he wants to make. More observant than most other men and more suited to horseback than walking, he is the perfect outrider and scout for the Golden Company.


Biography :
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Jaego was the khalakka of Khal Zhako, an aging but respected Khal who plundered the city of Qohor on many occassions. Like many other Dothraki boys, Jaego was in the saddle before he could walk. He learned to shoot from horseback at the age of four and became adept at hitting targets even when moving at frighteningly high rates of speed. He was given his first Arahk at 8 and killed his first man, a rider for Khal Mego at 10. He spent much of his time in the company of his younger brother, Jahko, whom he promised would become his Ko and even khalakka should the worst come to pass.

But Jaego underestimated his brother’s ambition. One night, the two brothers and a group of other young riders took a moonlight ride to the Western Marketplace for drink and pleasure. Jakko managed to get his older brother drunk very quickly and proceeded to pick a fight with outriders from the rival Khalasar of Khal Mego. The fight soon spilled over from heated words to blood as Jaego drew his arahk first and ripped the entrails from two riders before they could draw. The other four closed in, and before Jaego could engage them, his own brother turned and raked his arahk down his back. One by one the other riders slashed their arahks into him and left him to bleed on the floor. The last thing he remembers was seeing the riders of Mego and Jakko mount together and disappear into the night. It was deliberate. Premeditated.

Somehow, despite his grievous wounds, he was saved by a red priestess from Asshai.He was kept (sometimes by force) at the temple for the better part of a year, recovering from his wounds. During this time, he learned a bit of their strange language and that of the Common Tongue belonging to the white men from Raesh Andali. When he believed himself well again, he left the temple and returned to the Great Grass Sea, vengeance the only thing on his mind. He crossed paths with riders from the Khalasar’s many times, each time the encounters ending in a blood bath until he was steeped in it. It was only after two years of wandering had passed that the son of Khal Zhako ran into members, former slaves, who had managed to flee the Khalasar. He learned much to his devastation that the riders of Khal Mego had taken down the Khal Zhako a year past and removed him of his braid. The Khalakka, Jakko, had sought to lead them to vengeance, but he too had been killed along with the remaining bloodriders.

The years that followed were those in a search of purpose and conviction for his blade. It would take some time, but he eventually he found it again beneath a Golden banner.

Other :

He makes his mount upon a golden stallion which is as large and formidable as he himself is.
In the Dothraki tradition, the horse itself has no name but is referred to simply as "The Gold".
Fitting for one of the Golden Company.

Fights with a bow made of ivory and dragonbone and carries an arahk almost as large as your average child.

His chest is crossed with scars, each one perilously close to being a mortal wound. For this reason, he is known as the Jalan Dothrae. Literally the Bleeding Rider.
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[ailurophile]

name cerissa swyft
title lady, mistress of keys
age 37
family see swyft family tree
personality unlike her sister alysanne, cerissa gives off the air of a woman who is not to be messed with. she is serious about her work, and views every last little detail as being of the utmost importance. fortunately, she is meticulous and organised. cerissa doesn't feel she has time for the pretty words and pleasantries that her sister spent so long perfecting, she says roughly what she means (albeit sugar coating certain things for certain important people), and gets straight to the point. intimidation is much more her style than being silver tongued. though she's fierce and formidable, cerissa does tend to be sweet to girls. mistreat a handmaiden, and you'll answer to her.
backstory wip
other currently, cerissa is trapped in king's landing. she isn't sure where her personal loyalties lie yet in the three-way-war.

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Rhaenyra
Captain General of the Golden Company

Spoiler

Full Name :
Rhaenyra

Titles :
Captain General of the Golden Company
Bitter Truth

Age:
36 Years Old
Born in 263 AC


Family :


Personality :

Animated and talkative, Rhaenyra will prefer sound and conversation to peace and quiet almost every time. A familiar voice, or even a stranger, can help her mind feel at ease when under stress. A woman who knows her place in the world, leading one of the largest brotherhoods in Essos, she isn't shy to talk her soldiers up or press upon the skill of her men. Nor is she a stranger to how odd it is to see a woman in power, especially one who's occupation is "mercenary". Rhaenyra delights in using her gender as a method to bridge conversations, typically uncaring for the awkward dialogue of magistrates who clearly disapprove of her position, but do need the ten thousand men under her banners. The woman didn't reach the highest status in the company by being dull witted, however, and will become more accommodating when the need is present, or act in her own interests if she smells weakness. Rhaenyra, and many of those in the Golden Company, are bound by a distorted form of Westerosi Honor, where the roots of the Company extend to past the century. The nature of turning sellsword (though none of them would ever self-describe as such) has made certain chivalric principles obsolete, the warrior life style has only been hardened over the generations as well. As their words insinuate, Rhaenyra and her company are not oath breakers, holding to their commitments under the threat of death.

Biography :

Granddaughter of some Westerosi knight and a whore, child to a bastard and a camp follower, Rhaenyra comes from the lowest echelons of society in Essos and Westeros. Born shortly after the War of the Nine Penny Kings, Rhaenyra's father was a survivor of the campaign, holding no great rank in the Company and living each day to fight, fuck and drink. A baby inconvenienced him, so her father left Rhaenyra to the mother, a humble camp follower who worked for meager pay, cleaning clothes and handling waste for over fifty different men. Growing up, Rhaenyra was limited in what path her life would take. She could assume her mothers job, when she got older. Or, wait a few more years and turn to prostitution. Plenty of bastard children like her were groomed into whores, the men needed incentive to win, even if it were as cheap as spread legs. This was to be her fate, one she did not even accept or hate, but was told to her by her mother. There was no changing it, so there was no getting angry with it either.

At the age of six, Rhaenyra helped her mother when it came to collecting piss jars from the soldiers, used frequently to help clean the tunics and trousers they wore. She made nothing, with her mother receiving small bonuses for the quick work, thanks to her daughter. The man who helped create her, by this time, had eventually wormed himself back into his daughters life. During the early morning hours of the day and at night, he would tell her stories. Of the Blackfyre's they fought for. Of Fireballs and chequy lions. Aegon the Conqueror, the Gardeners, and more. He spoke often of the Reach, as if he'd been there. They turned from old stories to more recent battles, victories they've won for the Three Sisters, a contract for Pentos, his own valor in battle. For three years, father and daughter grew close as Rhaenyra worked with her mother. By the time she was nine, her father had been injured in battle. This was a blessing and a curse, as it meant he had more time for his daughter, but he was in pain, hurt constantly. Alcohol numbed it, but robbed him of his senses. Bitter and angry at times, instead of victories, he began to retell great losses, pulling back the mythos of the company in front of his daughter. He called them the Company's bitter truths. They were traitors who lost supporting a bastard. Doomed their families for generations to come, and now with Maelys' death years ago, they were cursed to remain in Essos.

It was at this point, seeing the reluctant surrender in her fathers eyes, did Rhaenyra desire to do something about the lot of the Golden Company. The fate they all shared, be it piss collector or knight on horse back. Destined to die and be forgotten in the foreign lands of Essos.

During this time Rhaenyra learned to read. Her father had grown to belligerent several nights a week to tell his daughter stories. Instead, he gave her reports handed down from the sergeants. Casuality numbers, supplies that would be rationed, short descriptions of new recruits or warnings and threats against misconduct. A slow learner, Rhaenyra took two years to learn how to read fully, with some complicated words confusing her after that. But, it was a start. The ability to read was treated with pride, Rhaenyra showed it off to everyone who bothered. Despite the noble houses some men descended from, or claimed to, only a handful of knights and Captains were able to read. When it was discovered some piss collector could, Rhaenyra was given roles befitting her new skill.

Elevated from camp follower to cup bearer for one of the Captains of the Golden Company, Rhaenyra was separated from her family frequently, much to her distress. She'd always been with a small, yet familiar group. The bastard boys, a few girls like herself, and then the others who tended to the lowly jobs of the company. Given new threads and trained to be a proper Westerosi servant, Rhaenyra was taken around the Western Half of Essos constantly. Standing in during meetings with magistrates, slavers, other sellswords, Rhaenyra was given free reign to watch and observe men more powerful than her discuss, negotiate, and fly into rages. Several times, Rhaenyra served her captain and the Captain General of the entire company. A figure wrapped in legend, for those at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole, like herself. Baelor "Blackheart" Butterwell, he who took hold of the Company after the last of the Black Dragon's fell, had not noticed the girl when she served him wine and mead, nor taken into consideration her presence when he spoke so brazenly to several of his key captains. Words came out of Captain-General's mouth that gave Rhaenyra the opportunity of a life time.

'Whoever brings to me the sword of King Daemon will never want, not in my Company'

Women would never be equals in the Golden Company. The best she could ever do was to become a mistress to the Captain-General, Rhaenyra always thought. Yet, at the age of 14, the promise of the Captain-General gave her hope. It'd been years since she'd seen her father, months since her mother and Rhaenyra talked. Few friends, none too trustworthy, and a small bag of gold, Rhaenyra deserted the company days later. She was in Tyroshi weeks later, two friends already dead and five left, each eager to claim the sword for themselves. With nothing more than rumors of where Maelys fell to go off of, Rhaenyra led her company into the Stepstones. Pirates, slavers, enemies at every corner, they were cautious as Rhaenyra navigated her band from island to island, closer to where the fateful battle took place, where a kraken slew a dragon.

It took months to find the blade. But, they did it. Graves dug up, the shallows of the sea explored, caves investigated, and it was found in a tomb, hidden in a dilapidated sept. A man no one could recognize, in armor of black, with the blade resting on the corpse. A stranger, the company of bastards and deserters took the sword. And, once found, they turned on each other one by one. The oldest, the biggest, and the meanest was killed first. Then the smartest, then the quickest. A reverse of natural selection, any threat with the sword was slain, until a boy named Aenys and Rhaenyra docked in Myr. He spoke plainly of rising in the ranks, being knighted, and one day becoming the Captain-General. In the night, Rhaenyra bashed his head with the dragon hilt.

Before her 15th name day, she presented the Valyrian steel, sword of the Conqueror and the Black Dragon, to her captain. And then to the Captain-General. As Butterwell promised, she did not want. Never after that. She was squired under a knight, Ser Garth Mudd, with scowls sent her way, Captain-General Butterwell did not care for the opinion of his peers. Her desire to be a knight and warrior was granted. By the time she was 21, Rhaenyra was knighted after bravery in battle. She was not the best knight, the most gallant, or the strongest. But she was eager, motivated, unlike any other. When a Captain's position opened, she was promoted without second thought. Baelor Butterwell never forgot what she did for him, as he showed off the sword of the Black Dragon to all.

Over the years, Rhaenyra took from the battlefield, she led armies, but did not fight in the melee. Lessons learned, words from the other Captains, some she recalled from her days as a servant, guided her. Rhaenyra hoped to be placed in charge of her father, when she even asked as much, Butterwell had taken to looking for such a man. When they spoke again, Baelor relayed poor news, that which caused a pain worse than any knife, stinging and merciless. Years ago, back before she even found Blackfyre, he had died. Infection after another defeat. He died drunk, he died screaming. In a land not deserving of him. A land where he had no family, none but Rhaenyra herself. Her resolve doubled. Tripled. Rhaenyra did not want to die in Essos. She did not want any of those under her to be left in dirt far from their rightful homes. When Rhaenyra turned 25, Baelor fell ill. The Captains convened, knowing that Baelor was not long for this world. Each debated a replacement. Rhaenyra was the last to be considered, that was until the old man himself arrived, that sword at his hip, as it had been for the past ten years. He pointed it to her, naming Rhaenyra the 'man' he wanted to succeed him, should the day come that he'd ever die. Defiant against his fate, Baelor passed a moon later.

Rhaenyra was named Captain-General, with some hostilities towards her from both inside the company and outside, allocated her free time to peering across the Narrow Sea. Getting glimpses of a land her father praised, spoke of as Heaven itself when she was a child.

Other :
She has Blackfyre. And maybe some ticks.

 

[Lingua Frankly Not]

Natanael Baelish

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Titles
Lord Baelish

Age
44

Family
Brusco Baelish, Father, Deceased
Alayne Baelish, Mother, Deceased
Raine Baelish, Sister, Deceased

Allana Sand, Lover, Deceased
??? Sand, lost too early to tell, Deceased

Family Tree

Personality
Caustic and self-serving, Natanael is not the sort of man easily befriended. Possessed of a sharp, cruel tongue that can vacillate between genuine compliment and calculated insult in the space of a heartbeat, Natanael holds others -- and himself -- to high, unattainable standards, and washes away the distaste of the failures of humans with expensive, imported rum.

Still, a certain charisma lurks beneath the surface. Natanael's friendship is a thing hard-earned, but those who do enjoy it will find in him a willing co-contributor; watching the world burn holds absolutely no interest for Natanael, who would much rather exist within, and in spite of the political climate than to upheave it to a degree that his own life would be in danger. Natanael both peddles and indulges in vices, and is known to have acquired his wealth through the trade of imported medicines, herbs, and concoctions.

Biography
Natanael Baelish was born into minor nobility in the single tower -- if it could be called as much -- that rest on lands along the coastal region of the Vale, bequeathed to his grandfather as a result of the man’s service in the Vale as a knight. The youngest years of Natanael’s life were his happiest, though he certainly can no longer remember them; at age four his mother died in the childbirth of his sister Raine, a girl who did not last the winter in which she was born. By the time Natanael was eight his father could no longer bear the constant visual reminder of his late wife, and Natanael found himself aboard a ship destined for half a world away.

Delivered to the Martells as a Ward, a favor called upon the result of a life-debt owed from the time of the Ninepenny Kings, young Natanael spent the vast majority of his formative years in this foreign land; the tan has never quite left his skin since. Five years the senior of the young heir-apparent Qoren, much of Natanael’s time was spent split between his own studies and aiding the younger boy in his. Natanael was a convenient babysitter for the Martells who presented himself as responsible enough to keep Qoren out of too much trouble, whilst still mentally stimulating him. Indeed, a certain calculating intelligence glimmered in young Baelish’s eyes even then.

These traits were one of the few reasons Spear Tower’s resident Maester was not dismissive when Natanael began to slink about, demanding and absorbed with the intricacies of the Maester’s work. ‘A century’s worth of questions in this one’, the man had said; and perhaps he thought that he was preparing Natanael for a life wearing the chain, though this would never come to pass. A series of events sent Baelish’s life off-course; at seventeen, he received word that his father was growing ill. By nineteen, still having not returned home out of avoidance, Natanael met and fell in love with a warrior of a woman by the name of Allana Sand. Amidst his obligations to the Martells, who were accepting of his overstaying his wardship out of familiarity and an appreciation for his continued overwatching and protection of Qoren, he fell further in love with the woman when she revealed to him that she was pregnant, and promised to her that he would not leave her for the midlands, no matter the demands of his aging father.

Natanael would receive no further demands from the man. Receiving word that he had passed, Natanael instead found himself having to return to settle what remained of their small estate, and meet with the two servants on the land. He convinced Allana to come with him; they could marry, he promised her. He had nothing to lose. This, too, proved a lie; on that return voyage Allana grew ill with seasickness to the point where, bereft of proper fluids, she found herself in miscarriage. The child was lost, and the young woman bled out on that ship without proper medical care. When Natanael arrived at the fingers he was poor, without family, and steaming in a rotten concoction of self-hatred.

The following years were a blur of opiates, travels, and poor decision-making; it was during this time that he returned to Dorne at Qoren’s behest, one of the few the teenager could trust for a particularly nasty task. Natanael went to those villages the heir’s mother had perished in, compiling a list of names of those in the mobs who might have killed her, and provided those names to Qoren to do with as he pleased; over the years they slowly died, one by one, and to this day Natanael’s conscience is clean. When it came time for him to leverage a request for Gold Dragons from Qoren, then Lord of Dorne, his request was obliged. It was with this investment that Natanael crafted his interest in bodily functions, his own demons, his willingness to do wrong, and his sharp mind into a business venture.

King's Landing found itself the not-so-proud receiver of one den of iniquity, and then a second, and a third; Natanael’s importing and sales of addictive substances far outgrew the monetary investment of Qoren’s coins, and simultaneously hardened Natanael. Yes, bodies would occasionally fall into the bay as a result of his growing network’s activities, but gold and gold cloaks were a marriage made in heaven. Natanael Baelish may have been a child born to obscurity, but his enterprises have shaped the course of many lives -- and rarely for the better.

Other
Natanael is addicted to the same powdered form of milk of the poppy that he sells to the rich young noblemen.

According to rumor, he once was a swordsman of promise, but that ability has almost certainly dulled with disuse and age; now, a dagger or two may grace his hip, but generally Lord Baelish relies upon his tongue to get himself out of trouble. That, or the crossbow bolts and swords of younger men.

Natanael owns a rock iguana by the name of Selyse, though he generally refers to her as Her Ladyship, or the Lady of the House out of endearment -- she is a rather demanding reptile, after all.

Natanael knows more about most ingestible herbs and concoctions -- poisons, drugs, and the like -- than someone outside of the Maesters should. An early interest from a young age combined with a willingness to acquire information illicitly has bolstered this knowledge, and he rarely uses it for good means. If a Lord or Lady were looking for a more discrete method of killing someone, well… they may find an amenable ear in Natanael.

 

[Morbuskid]

(I'm sorry this is taking way longer than it needed to be, but every time I get 2/3rds done with the character I have to leave due to IRL problems and he ends up getting deleted thanks to this new system and me not knowing how to load saved drafts.)

 

[Yarrow]

(I'm sorry this is taking way longer than it needed to be, but every time I get 2/3rds done with the character I have to leave due to IRL problems and he ends up getting deleted thanks to this new system and me not knowing how to load saved drafts.)

Make a thread in the private workshop, work there on the sheet and then post it here

 

[Leusis]

Appearance :

Handsome face out of armor

Handsome face in armor


Full Name : John Oakheart


Titles : Ser, John the Oak


Age : 23


Family : Brynden Oakheart (I'll work on this hard at a later date, for now I just want to get my character out.)


Personality :
John above all else values the things which a knight of Westeros, and more importantly, the Reach should. For all those who know him, he is the picturesque knight, loyal, kind, brave, protective, traits that are more often than not impossible to contribute to most. However, it is not all sunshine and rainbows when it comes to John, after all, nobody is perfect. More than anything, John is naive, even for somebody of his age, believing truly that people are mostly good in nature and that injustice can and will be rooted out by the righteous. Furthermore, John is confident, perhaps overly confident, his size and build has always made him a marvel physically, and it is because of the ceaseless praise he has received because of this fact as to why he sees most people as lesser threats.


Biography :


Other :
Tall, broad, faster than he has any right to be at his size. John is a genetic freak of physical ability, often being able to overpower grown men with minimal effort. This bone crushing strength mixed with a surprising, though not prodigious level of skill in combat is what has made John a terror in the minds of most men. More than anything however, he is a beckon for his father to point to as shining example of what Oakheart blood is capable of. Or at least he was before he joined the Kingsguard, an action that has left his father with a, less than suitable heir.

 

[Mion]

House Florent

Appearance:

Garlan is 6’3 tall with a broad and muscular body, surprisingly he has dark black hair opposed to the fiery red hair that Florents are generally known for, in fact people are generally surprised when they first meet him as his appearance is very far from what people would think a Florent would typically look like. He has bright blue eyes and a very serious and unapproachable look to him most of the time.

Full Name :
Garlan Florent

Titles :
Lord of Brightwater, Ser

Age :
37/262AC

Family :


Personality :
Lord Garlan is a rather cynical and nihilistic man by nature although he has proven to be quite a contradicting person as well as he can somehow find himself also very devoted and protective over something to the point where it may even seem childish, although as its mostly towards his daughter who he loves deeply it is kind of hard to hate the man for it. He likes to think of himself as a very honest and truthful man who does not lie, however he has no qualms about keeping secrets or speaking in half-truths. Most of the time he means well with what he says and makes the attempt to be nice as much as possible but often when giving advice or his opinion on matters he can appear to be rather sarcastic in his manner of speaking. Garlans blunt and rather unrestrained manner of expression led to some worry about how well he would work with the other Lords however Garlan was always of the mindset that he would get along just fine with everyone else as he believed that they all had the same goal in mind. The success and prosperity of the Reach and its people. He is proud of his House and its history however is somewhat angered by his predecessors who were somewhat bitter about the Florents position in the Reach. Garlan views Brightwater Keep as his one and only home and is more than content with where he is, however this should not be confused as a lack of ambition. He merely wishes to improve the Reaches position as a whole rather than his own, in that way he is quite a modest man as he cares not for the Florents so called “superior line” connecting them to the Gardeners.

Garlan is a very effective and inspiring leader who has a gift for warfare, he is a brilliant strategist and tactician. He believes that all great leaders should have great advisors, and great captains to guide and utilise his soldiers to their full extent. He has a distaste for those who make use of flattery excessively and wholeheartedly believes that he still had developments to make was a leader and as a Lord, he understands that nothing in this world is infallible and to really succeed in this world you should not attempt to find it on your own but rather lend and receive strength from family and friends as well as the men serving under them who complete important tasks in their own right.

Biography :
Garlan was born in Brightwater Keep in 262AC to Lady Florys Florent and Lord Wilas Florent, he was a rather composed and quiet youth which led many to believe he was a shy person however that was not the case, he was a very curious child who liked to observe things and fell into the the habit of speaking when being spoken to. Of course this made him quite popular with his parents as they were glad he wasn’t causing mayhem in Brightwater Keep like they had expected their child to, however they also did their best to encourage the young Garlan to communicate more with other children. While many young boys were fascinated with the tales and legends of knights and heroes, particularly those to do with the Reach, Garlan not interested in the least by the whole thing. Even as a child he didn’t care much for knighthood or the faith which caused both of his parents dismay as his mother was a very devout follower of the seven and his father was practically obsessed with things like knighthood and tourneys. Due to this Garlan adopted the viewpoint that a knighthood would just be a future duty that he must undertake from his father, just like the lordship. Of course his father wasn’t very pleased at looking at the code of chivalry and glory in that way but it was enough for him that his son was just going along with it. In his youth Garlan visited many places in the Reach, from Oldtown to Highgarden, from the Dornish Marches to the Shield Isles and even to the Northmarch and venturing beyond the Reach into the Southern Westerlands and Riverlands. Even as a child Garlan felt a very strong sense of belonging to the Reach and its people, he loved them from the bottom of his heart and took great joy in exploring and experiencing many different beautiful and inspiring places that his home had to offer. The place he loved the most of course was his family seat of Brightwater Keep. Sitting between the beautiful Honeywine and Mander, Garlan believed that it was in the perfect spot.

Once his father thought he was of a suitable age he took Garlan on as his own squire, he wanted to teach his son about what it meant to be a knight personally and hoped that his son would engrave his words and ideals into his heart. Garlan was somewhat reluctant to listen to his father's ramblings at first but he did listen to his lessons carefully and respected his father more than anything in the world and so took on his teachings as the words of wisdom of a great man. Garlan refused to enter any tournaments while he was a squire and even after he was knighted. He had little to no interest in that sort of competition although he did recognise that it was good practice for soldiers. Garlan was proudly knighted by his father who believed he had the skill befitting of one.
After the birth of his daughter Joanna, Garlan shifted most of his focus towards her and his wife. Unlike his father and mother he did not feel the need to try and force any ideals or value onto her. Over the years Garlan grew quite concerned and protective over Joanna as she was quite a frail child when it came to health. It was not to the point of being over protective and it seemed to cause more distress for him than it did Joanna. He worries a great deal about his daughter but is also proud of her.

Garlan has dedicated his life so far to improving the quality of life for his people and improving the wealth for the people of the Reach as a whole. He has also been fascinated by warfare and conscientiously set out over the course of many years to conduct research on the history of warfare in both Westeros and Essos, visiting places like Oldtown to discuss and inquire with Maesters and borrowing materials from the Citadel allowed him to entertain his love for strategy and tactics and allowed him to learn how to apply them to a variety of different areas.

Other :
Garlan has a pet cat called Florys, unbeknownst to most he actually hates cats but his daughter managed to persuade him to get one.



Appearance :

Joanna stands at 5’6 tall with a slender and delicate body. She has bright blue eyes and fiery red hair along with smooth pale skin. Joanna is well known for her kind and gentle look.

Full Name :
Joanna Florent

Titles :
Heir of House Florent, Joanna the Fair, The Fair Fox

Age :
18/281 AC

Personality :
Joanna is a noble and caring individual who is extremely well mannered and treats everyone with courtesy, she is well respected in Brightwater Keep and the Reach due to her honest and upright character. She is quite a wise and knowledgeable person who chooses her words very carefully, although she is also rather shy and lacking in self confidence. Among her various hobbies include reading, embroidery, painting and singing. Throughout her life she has rarely ventured outside of Brightwater Keep due to her weak immune system, she was also born with weak bronchi which consequently resulted in a very nasty case of asthma. During her youth she was rather energetic and experienced asthma attacks every now and then however they were more inconvenient and would stop on their own after a little patience. However as she has grown older they have developed into violent attacks that are rather disturbing to witness as they are obviously painful and uncontrollable by Joanna, due to this she causes her father great worry, something which she feels guilty over with and must always be accompanied by Maester Jon, the Maester of Brightwater Keep.
She is an extremely optimistic and supportive person who wishes to see her fathers goal of a better and brighter world for the people of the Reach come true. She is altruistic by nature and cares deeply about the smallfolk, she respects the faith and agrees with the positive values and ideals that it promotes however she does not fully believe in the seven within her heart.

Biography :
Joanna was born in Brightwater Keep in 281AC to her parents Lord Garlan Florent and Lady Marissa Florent. She was a very joyful and playful child who seemed to brighten up the day of anyone she came across. She liked exploring Brightwater Keep and the land around it and she made quick friends of the maids who were ordered to accompany her. Joanna always expressed a great amount of care for the people of the Reach and always wanted to help out with whatever she could, they always refused her but made it clear to the young Lady that her intentions were very much appreciated. Joanna was tutored by her mother and Septa Catelyn, the septa of Brightwater Keep and she would impress them by quickly taking on their teachings. Joanna was praised for her excellent embroidery but she really found her talent when it came to painting. She spent many hours painting landscapes, people, and various objects really whenever she could find the time to do it. She found painting to be very peaceful and it felt like she could almost enter a world of her own.
She has rarely travelled far from Brightwater Keep due to her condition that has caused her father among others to worry and dote on her far too much. Although it had been affecting her throughout her life it ended up getting worse over time and she often suffered from asthma attacks unexpectedly. Joanna is very grateful for her father, Maester Jon and all the maids who look after her however she does wish she could be a bit more independent, it saddens her that she feels so helpless and wishes to see more of the world in the future.

Other :
Joanna is renowned for her beautiful paintings, some can be found within the halls of Brightwater Keep however Joanna herself finds them embarrassing and wishes that her father would take them down.​

 

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Joron Corbray

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Titles
Ser, Kingsguard

Age
29

Family

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Personality

Valorous and allocentric, Joron Corbray's life has been spent in the public eye and, despite the relative lack of wealth of his House, has crafted some celebrity for himself within the Vale and Riverlands. Knighted by Kingsguard Harlan Royce following his squireship to the man, Joron went on to brandish his own Knighthood by enlisting in, and winning many, but not every, swordplay tourneys from Seagard to Gulltown. To say that Joron is something of an adrenaline junkie would not be disingenuous; an active, debonair lifestyle works wonders to mask aspects of Joron Corbray's mental state that he finds shame in. At times Joron will episodically find himself disassociating in disconcerting experiences of depersonalization and derealization. These experiences are generally triggered by moments of family conflict, emotional abuse by a loved one, or sensations of great loss. Duty and the rush of battle are grounding forces for Joron Corbray, and he has used them to keep himself sane.

While much of this is not public knowledge, it is known that Joron will not touch alcohol, remains a perpetual bachelor by choice, and has always held more interest in focusing on his Knighthood than the Lordship that should have been his by birthright. For unknown reasons, Lord Jonathor Corbray seems to have accepted this about his eldest son, and Devin, not Joron, is set to inherit Heart's Home. Some say that Joron Corbray's aspiration in life has always been to achieve the title of Kingsguard and meet Valyrian steel with Valyrian steel in true battle like the legendary Gwayne Corbray; they wouldn't be wrong.

Biography
Born half a month early to his mother on the road returning from her family at Seagard to Heart's Home, Mariya perpetually then-after seemed to hold a grudge against Joron for what she considered to be selfish impetuousness; while he often found praise and approval from his father growing up, his mother would often feign at this in public, and turn cold and cruel to him behind closed doors. She was an intelligent woman careful not to be seen acting unladylike, and so Joron would often be accused of lying when he explained bruises as being the result of his mother. Still, during these formative years Joron received the full education that House Corbray could provide. While they were not the wealthiest of houses, they were an old and proud house, and Lord Jonathor Corbray spared no expense on his children -- even the eventually discovered Domeric Stone, who he saw to be well-provided for, though his children's half-brother was sent away to a different town to remain out of the hair of Lady Corbray.

A squireship to now Lord Commander Harlan Royce at age nine provided a firsthand glimpse of something to Joron that he found himself wanting desperately; he took well to the man and to the concept of what the Kingsguard represent, idolizing the page in the white book written on Gwayne Corbray. To this day, Joron could likely recite each line on that page by heart. During these years he excelled at swordplay and cemented a deep loyalty to Harlan Royce that has continued to this day. The following years of his Knighthood were spent crafting a resume of tourney wins -- in contests of swordplay, for he'd never excelled particularly at jousting -- and contributions in the recent decade's forceful siege upon the mountain clans. Lord Jonathor Corbray, while to a degree disappointed that his eldest had expressed little interest in taking the Lordship himself one day, still has a great sense of pride in the accomplishments of his son and gifted to him Lady Forlorn following a tourney.

When Harlan Royce nominated Joron Corbray to Daeron Targaryen to serve in the ranks of the claimant's Kingsguard, Joron was honored, and glad to don the white cloak.

Other
Joron suffers from an episodic form of Depersonalization disorder that, at times, causes him to experience his life though the haze of an outside observer and has effected his self-image and ability to recognize himself as a person. Swordfighting and other high-adrenaline activities serve as a grounding board to help him snap back to reality, but Joron feels as though he is harboring a great secret about himself.

Lady Forlorn, the legendary Valyrian steel birthright of House Corbray, usually rests at Joron's hip. One notable exception of this, recently, was the relinquishing of her back to Joron's father, Lord Jonathor Corbray, when he formally represented House Corbray at Harrenhal; Joron finds distinct satisfaction that his Lady has drawn the first noble blood of this budding civil war, though Daeron Targaryen will be unlikely to wield her a second time.

 

[deer]

rhaella velaryon

TITLE(S):

lady of driftmark, daughter of the tides, keeper of the sea

AGE:

nineteen

FAMILY:

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stubborn and resilient

soft and gentle

secretive and mysterious

inquisitive and intelligent

passionate and virtuous

determined and loyal

alluring and charming

open-minded and maternal

APPEARANCE: With an alluring aura and a charming persona, there are not many who could resist the young woman who’s eyes are a glittering colour of purple — quite a rare trait for those not of Valyrian descent. Regardless, her eyes draws others in sometimes soothingly or frighteningly depending if you are a friend or foe. If one were to look in Rhaella's eyes, some would feel as if she had the ability of persuasion (or the ability to detect a lie) as her eyes feels as if it could pierce through one's soul, revealing all of one's hidden secrets. Her long, silver white hair cascades down her frame, naturally wavy and silky as it sways side-to-side with each step Rhaella travels. Despite Rhaella's exotic features, she emits a warm almost comforting aura about her, striding through places with elegance and grace that calls for attention and respect. With fair and unblemished skin, Rhaella seems to have perfect features, one that is pure and untainted as she glows under the sun's light. Her hair is never out of place, usually braided back to draw full attention to her facial features. Although her complexion may make her seem as if she'd never worked a day in her life, her hands and arms says otherwise. Her long, slender hands may be free from cuts and bruises, but she had always found that water was nature's healing miracle and took care of her skin and herself.

PERSONALITY: A wave of serenity seems to pass through whenever Rhaella is in sight — a sigil of tranquility and camaraderie. Word have spread that Rhaella seems to have a “healer’s” touch - one where she carefully tends to the wounded (physically, emotionally, and mentally) and is gentle with most. Rhaella, when disregarded and ignored, shows stubbornness and defiance proving to others that she will not be a doormat to be stepped upon. Inquisitive and vocal, Rhaella usually speaks eloquently and softly, even when raising her voice it is just above her normal tone. Her anger upon those who simply decide to ignore her care will be met with nagging that never seems to end, a worry-wart if you will. Not one to forgive those who causes harm easily, Rhaella sees in mostly white and black, being one that chooses to be morally faithful. She is passionate and compassionate, sometimes being naively so. Rhaella is maternal upon instinct, caring much for those who have less than those who have more. Nevertheless, the young woman is quite hard to read — a secretive and mysterious entity, yet if one looked close enough, perhaps they could read her like an open book.

BIOGRAPHY: The Miracle: For years, Valaena and Aemond Velaryon had been trying to conceive a child. Aemond Velaryon, third child and second son of Joanna and Viserys Velaryon, younger brother of Aegon, married Valaena for ten years before she was able to bear her first-born child: Rhaella Velaryon. There were rumors of Valaena's barren state but before all hope was lost - a miracle was conceived. Rhaella's birth was not easy - almost comparable to the waves of the sea, pulling back and forward as the water crashed against the rocks and the stormy night continued for two days. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Rhaella was finally embraced into her loving mother's arm as her father Aemond wept out of pure happiness.

Rhaella was raised in a loving home with parents that wanted nothing but the utmost best for her. She was given tutors and her parents spent as much time as they could with their only daughter. They were over-protective, if not worrywarts. Despite being raised in a home that was nothing short of a lifestyle that she knew, curfew and other strict regimes were always to be obeyed no matter what. Her father taught her how to defend herself while her mother taught her how to be a Lady. Despite Rhaella's different in status with those around her aside from her parents and her relatives, she treated the servants and commonfolks equally, not caring much about status. She loved the sea and could always be found sitting on the rocks closest to the water.

Although curious of the world beyond Driftmark, Rhaella would never leave her place, that is, until she heard news of the death of her cousin Rhaenys - the Head of their House. Panic and heartache struck at hearing about the passing of her cousin. However, when word came that her father was next in-line to take the position as Head of their House due to him being the second son, Aemond didn't want the position feigning his old age. He believed the time was riped and decided to passed down the position Rhaella, claiming she was ready to take the lead role.

"The Old, The True, The Brave"​

SKILLS: star and sun-gazing (being able to tell time from the sun's light, using the sun to figure out which directions and paths to go -- loves constellations) , the sea is her heart (sailing, swimming, and navigating has always been a top priority, a knowledge and lessons passed down by her father) , first aid (bandaging, mixing herbal remedies), embroidery (all sorts of needlework - acupunture), music (singing, dancing), average level of using weapons, just enough to get buy as she prefers poison if need be (has knowledge on how to make but rarely wants to use it).

codedbycrucialstar​

 

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The Horn of Winter

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Titles: Lord of Last Hearth, Horn of Winter, Toregg the Tall

Age: 62

Family: WIP

Personality: Like most of the Umbers before him Toregg's a hard bastard but that doesn't stop the him from having his fun, the last time they had a feast at the Great Hall in Winterfell the man tried fighting with the roast pig on the table thinking it a dire wolf. Toregg has never had any respect for the ways of the southern folk, ways he sees slowing seeping into the North. He longs for the old days when a man would openly declare his disdain for another and have at it, there would be no backstabbing no web of lies and deception.

Biography: Toregg's seen his share of the front lines , he's faced the savage wildlings as they sent their hordes of raiders to pillage and plunder, he was one of the first bannermen to send troops to lord stark in battle against the invasion by petty sellswords, pirates and outlaws they call the ninepenny kings . To think that this would be the war in which Lord Calon would fall, after all they were fighting children playing at war, no discipline no structure. Toregg never saw the killing blow, an arrow shot miles apart had somehow found its mark into the paramount's throat. Toregg was a boy during that war, not more that 17 years of age and his lord paramount had just fallen dead before him. All he remembered was being at his lord's side as the man bled out in the battlefield, all he remembered was how much of a coward Calon was in his last moment, they never tell you how craven men really are when close to death, about how they shit themselves senseless or bawl out maiden's tears. He lost all respect for that man that day and swore never to die a cowards death.

He'd attend the funeral and then the feast on the day the boy wolf took his rightful lordship, but no matter where he'd look he'd see decay a rotten and beaten north, something had to be done, something had to change, but change had never been the job of old tired and drunk men like him.
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Sword and Star

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Titles: Lord Vickon of Blacktyde

Age: 19

Family: WIP

Personality: Vickon is by all accounts a quiet man, for the crone, says to speak only with purpose and not without. He is kind and compassionate to the smallfolk for the warrior says to protect and defend the weak. When passing sentence in the kings stead Vickon is patient to a fault for the father says that to pass judgment one must know both sides. Vickon allows himself to show mercy to his enemies for the mother says that none of us are devoid of sin. Vickon is persistent for the Smith says that nothing can be broken beyond repair. He ensures that women are able to move about his island unmolested for the maid says that innocence must be protected and finally Vickon brings unknowable, unspeakable carnage to his enemies shores for that is the mandate of the stranger.

Biography: Vickon was born a child of the Drowned God all around him he saw what this god allowed, the way in which men and women after having their villages burnt down were carted away and made to work as thralls, slaves just not in name. The drowned god seemed to invite death, to savor it how else could one explain the barbaric practice of drowning men for the drowned god. He knew that there was something wrong about his faith, he simply had seen no alternative. The day he finally found his calling was not but a few days after his father's death, it was that day he met Aggar a wandering septon who Vickon generously allowed to stay in his keep. Soon the two men were inseparable and soon Vickon converted to the faith of the Seven.

His first act after his conversion was to free all thralls who were still in bondage provided they were members of the faith or would convert to it, not long after he began constructing the first sept in Blacktyde where septon Aggar would preach to his flock. It was the physical realm that troubled Vickon the most, where would his loyalties lie in his brethren the Ironborn who have declared for the bastard born Daeron or to the faith which seems to be on the side of Queen Elaena.

Other:
Carries with him at all times a copy of the seven-pointed-star.
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[Shadowborn Omen]

Ser Garrett of House Cerwyn

Kingsguard of King Daeron Targaryen III​

• Physical Appearance
• Personal Information
• Psych and Bio Profile

• 

  
  

  Honed and Ready​

  Ser Garrett stands at 5 foot 11 inches, and while he is much thinner than his younger brother, he is still has a considerably built figure. However, those who remember Ser Garrett don't do so for his body. His hair is dark and straight, coming down over his shoulder, semi-tidy and brushed away from his face.
  His hairline combines with a stubbly dark beard which covers jawline which is very sharp, being homogenous with the rest of his features. He is light skinned with dark eyes, and can often times be seen with a slight grin on his face, a smile that some people may describe as crooked, especially when conversing with another man.
  Garrett has very good posture, which often gives him an aura of importance or nobility, warranted or not.

  
• Title

  Name

  Allegiance/Role

  Age

  Year of Birth
  Ser

  Garrett Cerwyn

  Kingsguard of King Daeron Targaryen III

  30

  269AC
  
  
  
  Family {WIP}

  Ser Brandon Cerwyn - Brother

  Lord {WIP} Cerwyn - Father

  Lady {WIP} Cerwyn
• Personality
  
  Ser Garrett is known by many for his open personality. He is a sly man, and good with words as well. He has quite a charm to him, and he uses that to his advantage whenever he can, attempting to make friends of possible enemies before blow comes to blow. He has a reputation around Castle Cerwyn for his silver tongue. Even in situations where he is backed against a wall and cornered, he manages to stay relatively calm, and many times can talk himself out of such situations. With his quick mouth comes a quick mind, being quick to think of not only things to say, but things to do. He is an agile fighter both verbally and physically.
  
  Biography
  
  Ser Garrett is the first born of {WIP} Cerwyn, Lord of House Cerwyn, three years elder to his brother. As a result he was, at birth, to be the next holder of Castle Cerwyn after his father. He was raised through much of his life with this in mind, and many believe he had quite a knick for it, being both quick and sound with the mind and tongue. He grew to be what many would have seen as a good Lord to supersede his father.
  
  Many years ago, a northern melee took place in Winterfell while Daeron Targaryen was present (though technically at the time he was still Daeron Waters). Against his father's judgement, Garrett decided to participate in the melee. He was not the strongest or biggest fighter there, but he was confident that he could at least impress those watching. Through agility and wit, Garrett did impress many, for he won the melee. It was a very impressive feat, due to not only his comparatively small body but also his young age, being only twenty-two at the time. There were a handful of those who were upset, as Garrett wouldn't fight "man to man," as they said, but wit beat strength and Garrett came through as the victor. This feat earned him the title of Knight, as well as the eye of the future King Daeron. Garrett spoke to Daeron for only a moment, but that time meant much. The boy, as he was at the time, left an impression on Garrett, and Garrett hoped he had done the same to him.
  
  Garrett returned home to Castle Cerwyn with his father, hearing about the stupidity of his stunt at Winterfell the entire way. Garrett cared not, for in order to advance in this world you have to be willing to give up what you have. Plus, it worked out for Garrett. He took the risk and came back with the prize. Garrett's mind was not altered by the words of his father, and in the end maybe that was for the better.
  
  It has been eight years since the melee, and recently many events have happened that have sparked questions across all of Westeros, and Cerwyn's lands were no different. With the death of King Aegon IV and no clear heir to the Iron Throne after him, many wondered what would come next. Garrett's father, while worried, knew the choice was not his to make. He would follow Lord Stark either way. However, to Garrett, the choice had already been made. He was chosen to be a member King Daeron Targaryen III's Kingsguard, along with his fierce younger brother, Brandon.
  
  Garrett's father was furious, as both of his heirs were being taken away into a line of duty that forbade them from ever taking the land that would rightfully have been passed down to them. There was nothing he could do, however, as both of his sons left to serve directly under the new King.

 

[Shadowborn Omen]

Ser Brandon of House Cerwyn

Kingsguard of King Daeron Targaryen III​

• Physical Appearance
• Personal Information
• Psych and Bio Profile

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  Honed and Ready

  Ser Brandon stands well over a head taller than his brother at 6 foot 5 inches, and has a build to match. Built like a bull, Ser Brandon's ferocity can be sensed from a battlefield away. Those with the bravery to get close enough to Ser Brandon to see his face wouldn't be swooned by his appearance. His short, thin, and dark hair fade into a short, scraggly, and unkept beard that does what little it can to hide the fat under his chin. With his fat and rounded nose and constantly smug and brutish expression, someone would be justified in wondering if he was really the brother of Garrett Cerwyn.
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  Name

  Allegiance/Role

  Age

  Year of Birth
  Ser

  Brandon Cerwyn

  Kingsguard of King Daeron Targaryen III

  27

  272AC
  
  
  
  Family {WIP}

  Ser Garrett Cerwyn - Brother

  Lord {WIP} Cerwyn - Father

  Lady {WIP} Cerwyn
• Personality
  
  In direct contrast to his elder brother, Brandon is not much of a person for people. He is quiet and tends to keep to himself when he can, he prefers to let his brother do the talking, any additional talking can be done with his battleaxe. His mere presence can unsettle many.
  Brandon has a strong sense of honor and duty, his word and allegiance means something.
  
  Biography
  
  Brandon is the second-born of {WIP} Cerwyn, Lord of House Cerwyn, three years younger than his brother Garrett. Not being the eldest, Brandon often found himself at odds with the teachings of his father, and grew disdainful as a result. Over years of a fierceness and rebelliousness, Brandon got his reputation of strength and boldness.
  
  Lord Cerwyn, unable to keep Brandon entertained and under wraps, had Brandon sent off to squire for Medrick Manderly. Brandon found that Knighthood was a path he could walk. He found the honor and loyalty required of such men was something he yearned to have in himself. He squired for years under Lord Manderly, and eventually was Knighted.
  
  Recently, with the events unfolding throughout Westeros, Brandon's brother Garrett joined the Kingsguard. Much to Brandon's surprise, he was asked to join as well.

 

[ailurophile]

name alia ???
title none
age 21
family ???
personality alia prefers to keep her guard up. despite an easy going, almost playful front, she tends to close up very quickly and become standoffish if people try to get into too deep a conversation with her. her past and private life should remain exactly that, in her opinion. known for her fierce loyalty and dedication, alia rarely thinks of her own safety when there is a task at hand she views as more important; when she fights, she's been known to not notice an injury until the conflict is over. she prides herself on not having to be polite and proper (basically act like a lady), and sees nothing wrong with the blunt, sometimes harsh way she speaks.
backstory wip because not even i know help me kill me she mightve killed her father he wasnt a great guy
other member of the gc and ???. enjoys casual flings but doesnt want to be controlled.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Full Name :
Reina Swann


Titles :
Head Lady of House Swann


Age :
21


Year: 277 AC

Family :
WIP


Personality :
Prideful, taking after her father. Blunt and brash, an unfortunate trait she developed by herself.
Bold and brave, she isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.
Quick temper, another trait from her father.

Biography :
WIP​

 

[ailurophile]

name lynora hill
title none
age 18ish
family cerissa swyft (mother)
personality ever since she was a little girl, lynora's mother has warned her about the dangers of other people and as a result, lynora is incredibly cautious. skittish and jumpy, she always seems on edge, although lately she's been getting a little better (working with people has made her more confident). shy, lynora is prone to blushing easily and becoming tongue tied when she gets too nervous. she tends to speak her mind, not because she's particularly strong willed but because she doesn't really have a filter and her thoughts tend to slip out before she can think things through. though she looks and usually acts like a grown women, she still holds a childlike love of stories, which is why she feels more passionate about her new job. she also has a penchant for secrets, although she doesn't really have anyone to divulge them to aside from her mother. lynora has spent years acting like a perfect angel for her mother and is starting to yearn for something more exciting.
backstory as she was born prematurely, cerissa didn't expect lynora to survive much longer than a day or so. she did, but has always been small and fragile looking, much like cerissa's childhood doll, whom her daughter is named after. despite her mother's worries, lynora started to work as a child because there was no other way to fill her time; she still not-so-fondly remembers removing the scales from fish for hours on end. somehow she enjoyed that, being able to blend into the background and busy herself with a mindless task while watching things happen around her. shortly before her sixteenth nameday she landed her new job, as a maid in an inn in king's landing-- it's much more fun, although she'd commented that she preferred the company of the dead fish to some of her new customers.
other ??

 

[Hypnos]

Full Name: Septon Ambrose (Falwell)
Titles: Septon of the Most Devout
Age: 43
Family:

Personality: Shrewd and miserly, Septon Ambrose is a scholar who always seeks to learn new things. He is a servant of the faith, but primarily a servant to himself and cares mostly for those that line his pockets. He is a family man, despite his vows, and he openly cares for his bastard children and takes them with him upon his travels, despite any protests that might be offered.
Biography: When Lord Rupert Falwell died in 260 AC, he left behind a legacy of sorrow and debt. Though he had been born a lord of mild wealth, his lavish taste and extravagant spending had meant that by the time of his demise, House Falwell faced serious problems both financially and reputationally. His widow was a commoner, whom he had met during one of his many trips to the local brothel at Fool’s Hall (though during life he had vehemently denied that fact.) She had little experience with the task of running an entire noble household, especially one that had been mismanaged to the degree that House Falwell had been. Left with the task of raising four children on her own with not a penny to her name, Cerelle the whore did something that no mother ever wanted to do. She gave away her child.
For as long as he could remember, Ambrose Falwell had been raised by the faith of the seven. His mother had given him to the local Sept when he had been a child of only three years, and for his entire life he had lived amongst clergy and holy men. It was hard growing up, for even despite his noble origins he was not treated differently from any street urchin who had been taken in by the faith. He would scrub the floors and polish the windows, he would empty the privy and cook meals for the Septon and his guests, he would learn the prayers and sing the songs. He would also be taught how to read and write: that was always his favourite. It was hard to find Ambrose without a book in hand in younger years, even to the extent that he would often neglect his duties and be birched senselessly by the Septon. In learning to read and write, Ambrose began to send letters to his birth family, and he established a relationship with his brothers, despite their differing upbringings. Though the majority of what Ambrose read was simply holy texts and documents detailing the history of the faith of the seven, he was not content to simply believe everything he read. He was faithful, it was hard not to be when surrounded by the seven during every waking moment of his life, but he strived to form his own opinions about things, and he even wrote down his ideas in the form of private letters to his siblings at Fool’s Hall. These letters would later be published and made up the basis for Ambrose’s first book: ‘Seven Gods for Seven Kingdoms.’
By the time he was a man grown, Ambrose had established himself as a prominent theological thinker and author, with several works copied into the citadel’s archives. Soon after he took his vows to become a Septon, he was called to King’s Landing by the Council of the Most Devout, here he met the High Septon and was given the position of Septon of the Sept-Beyond-The-Sea in Braavos. The faith had noticed his talents and had decided to reward him with a Sept of his own, or at least that was how they justified it, more accurately, Ambrose’s interpretation of the holy texts and his general view of the faith had been causing disruption and he needed to be kept out of the way for a little while.
If they had thought that by keeping him in Braavos, Ambrose would learn to tone down his views, this was not the case, He continued to write even when abroad and sent regular letters to various people in Westeros. His time in Braavos influenced his views greatly, and his writing began to drift further away from general sept doctrine. For one, he emphasised the need of the faith to focus on secular matters with equality to spiritual matters. Though many would call him a coin collector and a miser, Ambrose believed that gold was vital in furthering oneself and by extentionsion the will of the seven, as such he began to amass wealth, both for personal use and for the local sept, though he was not adverse to skimming a few coins off of the top off collections for himself. Ambrose believed that if he were to heighten his own standing he would heighten the standing of his position and by extension heighten the standing of the seven. He became a very wealthy man in his own right.
Another of Ambrose’s proclivities that was not looked upon favourably by the seven was his unstable lust. In his tomb, ‘The Maiden and I’ he wrote that every Septon should experience fucking a woman at least once, so that he knew the pleasure that he was forfeiting when he took his vows, making the sacrifice that much harder. Unfortunately for Ambrose, he was not able to stop himself at just once, and he became a frequent visitor of local courtesans, his favourite of which, a woman who called herself ‘The Merling Queen’ would give birth to Ambrose’s first bastard: Lancel.
Upon being recalled to Westeros, Ambrose would take his new son with him. He was appointed Septon of the Golden Sept in Lannisport, since the previous Septon had passed away, and now that he was back in Westeros within one of the richest cities on the continent, Ambrose used the opportunity to once again make himself better off. In the name of the faith, Ambrose ordered a great renovation for the Sept of Lannisport, dreaming of a place of worship that rivaled the Sept of Baelor in King’s Landing and the Starry Sept in Oldtown. He named his new project the Scarlet Sept of Lannisport, and for his work in constructing it he was controversially named a member of the Council of the Most Devout. During his time in Lannisport, Ambrose fathered two more bastard children, a girl called Marla and a boy named Stafford.
During his time at Lannisport, Ambrose gained a reputation for himself in a less scholarly context. His pursuit of wealth and influence led him to some less than savoury people, and many began to become aware that he was a man who could get things done, especially if gold was involved. Blessing could be paid for, dispensations as well, and sometimes he would even let slip a few things he had heard during confessionals if the price was right. Ambrose did not believe he was betraying the gods, no, he believed that he was merely living the life they had given him to its fullest extent.
Most recently, Ambrose arrived at King’s Landing in anticipation of the coronation of a new monarch following the grand council, after things went south at Harrenhal, he has not since had the chance to leave.

 

[Nightblade]

My Basic Info

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Name: Artys Hunter

Age: 29

Sexuality: Bisexual

Title: Lord Hunter

Family:

Personality
Artys is a jovial, generally happy individual. He holds the ideals of honor in great esteem but he is not naive to think that honor dictates the battlefield. He is also deceptively smart, knowing that by coming across as the boisterous oaf that he gains the upper-hand. Artys is not the type to let go of a slight easily so while he will not focus on it, he will not forget it either. Despite changes in his life, Artys is equipped to deal with change easily enough. Despite coming from the Vale, Artys is not completely devout and so is not in a mind to push the restrictions of the seven on his people if they do not wish it, a trait his father did not share.​

Biography​

Artys was born as the third and final son of the late Lord Aron Hunter and youngest brother to Harlan and Donnell Hunter. From an early age it was known to Artys that his prospects would most likely see him inherit a small strip of land and a title. As they grew Artys attended his lessons both with the Maester and Master-at-arms and while he made good progress growing up, it was seen in Artys' mind that his older brothers always done better at his age.

While Artys pushed himself to improve himself, he found a resentment growing inside him of his older brothers and a hatred of his father.

Artys saw the shock of his family and the delight in his fathers eyes when Lady Astora Arryn and his brother Donnell declared themselves to each other. His father stalled any plans of betrothing his other sons until Donnell wedded and bedded the Lady Arryn. Once this was done, his fathers joy was short lived as he soon passed away. Arty's oldest brother raged as the mountain clans had been the ones to kill their father and in a rage he took a squad of soldiers to kill the clan responsible. Artys had been left in charge as his brothers Heir. Days went by with no news before 4 battered and bloodied soldiers returned with no sign of Artys' brother among them. They revealed that his brother had been butchered and remains spread out and was being pecked away by the crows when he was finally found.

In the space of 8 days he went from 3rd born son to Lord of Longbow Hall. Taking up the title, Artys began to implement some changes around the Hunter lands seeing the people gain more from the lands they farmed. Word naturally spread of Lord Hunter being unwed and unbetrothed. His mother, looking for the distraction took it upon herself to find a bride befitting her Lordly son. Eventually they decided upon Katerina Waynwood. In a ceremony at Longbow Hall's sept they wed and it was not long until Artys had his wife with child.

Throughout the pregnancy, Artys and Katerina grew close and eventually they knew they loved one another. When it came time for the birthing, Artys finally felt happy with his life.

All through the night, Katerina laboured and eventually come sun rise, Artys had an Heir. Jayson Hunter of House Hunter. With a smile he handed the boy off to his grandmother to be cleaned. Joy turned to tragedy as within the hour Katerina passed away from Child Bed Fever.

Striken with grief, Artys left the running of the lands to his Castellan and his sons welfare in the hands of his grandmother and drank himself in grief. This would be the new norm, until one stormy night in a rare moment of sobriety Artys could hear his son wailing and his nurse unsuccessfully trying to calm the boy. Coming into the room, Artys laid eyes on his son for the first time. Taking him from the bowing nurse, Artys began to rock him gently until the boy calmed. It was then Jayson opened his bright green eyes, so like his mothers.

It was this that caused Artys to look at what he had been doing. Katerina would be ashamed of him, his own mother was ashamed of him. Shaking his head he began the process of resuming command of Longbow Hall and the people were relieved to see their Lord again.

5 years would pass and Artys became a capable Lord and Jayson has the curiosity and willfulness of his father, but the tender heart of his mother.

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[Little-Fox]

Nissa Morrigen
Little Crow

Title: Lady
Age: 26
Personality: Quietly confident, Logical, Cunning
Family:
Father: Armen Morrigen (Deceased)
Mother: Brea Tarth-Morrigen (Deceased)
Sister (younger): Allyria Morrigen (Living)
Height: 5'7
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Red


Biography:
When Nissa's mother passed giving birth to her younger sister, Allyria, it was a tragedy. Many assumed that Armen would remarry and try again, aiming for a son to be his heir, but Armen never chose to remarry. Instead he raised his daughters to know how to handle the mantle of the Morrigen household. With their father's passing just after her twentieth name day, Nissa took up that mantle and the Little Crow became the Lady of the Crow's Nest.

Just before her twenty sixth name day, Nissa finally decided to accept a potential courtship. It wasn't long after that the news of Harrenhal's events were spread like a forest fire and soon after, the news that the Baratheons were going to be supporting Elaena. Nissa hadn't been incredibly surprised to hear that, after all wasn't Jocelyn Baratheon Elaena's grandmother? Family ties were strong, she felt... and for her it was no different when she discovered that Lord Baelor was attacking the larger Houses in the Stormlands.

A decision had to be made.

With the fall of Blackhaven, she could wait no longer. Allyria was left in charge of the Crow's Nest while Nissa took a grouping of men totaling no more than fifteen and rode for Tarth to warn her mother's family.

"While most messages are carried by crows, not all crows have wings."

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Allyria Morrigen
NPC

Title: Lady
Age: 17


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[ailurophile]

name emma baratheon
title lady
age 19
family see baratheon family tree
personality sweet and simple, emma is polite and pleasant, albeit not the brightest. much like her mother, she is ruled by her emotions, but lacks lilith's quick wit and sharp tongue. emma has always been obsessed with court life and tales of gallant knights, and has never grown out of the infatuation. while emma isn't stupid, she is certainly slow to grasp what's happening around her and is often known to drift off into a daydream. they say ignorance is bliss, and emma is the perfect example-- mellow and easy going, she always seems to be bright and smiling. emma is emotionally intelligent and earnest, with a natural maternal instinct for other people, and a beautiful compassion. she is also very creative and used to improvise stories for her siblings when they were younger.
backstory wip
other ??