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TheAncientCelt

The Leech Lord
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Appearance (Differences from the picture): The most distinct features Viserys possesses are Valyrian qualities. His deep, violet eyes and long platinum hair marking him as a child of house Targaryen.


Name: Viserys Blackfyre


Title: Captain-General of the Golden Company, heir to the Iron Throne.


Nicknames: The Golden Dragon, Myr's Bane, The Tyroshi Dragon, The Valyrian Bastard, The Blackfyre King


Gender: Male.


Age: Thirty One.


Marital Status: Single and not yet sworn to any hand.


Personality:


The Captain-General of the Golden Company can be called many things by many different people. To his enemies, particular the Free City of Myr, he is a vile bastard born from treachery. To rival Sell Sword companies he's a prideful and bull headed man, out to prove himself the greatest among them. In Tyrosh and Lys however he's known as a hero, a generous knight from Westeros, fighting for their lives. The truth is fickle, though, and all the stories told about the Golden Dragon could not sum up who he truly is.


One of his most dominating qualities is the confidence Viserys emits. Whether it's bartering for a better price from a client or riding into battle, the Blackfyre king acts as if he's steps ahead of the competition. His commonly nature, going from drinking with the lowest of his company to dining with wealthy merchants, has inspired fierce loyalties to him. Men follow their Captain-General not (solely) due to their filling coffers, but the style of man he is, often times leading by example. The Golden Dragon's strength at hand is only rivaled by his leadership capabilities, keeping his soldiers content enough even in times of defeat. An important quality for the Valyrian bastard to hold, as his own brash nature has led him into particularly devastating consequences, resulting almost in his demise thanks to his thirst for vengeance on a turncloak. The Blackfyre King is quick to befriend a man, yet slow to forgive him his misdoings. He holds little love for traitors and oathbreakers, mostly imprinted on him from his brothers in the Golden Company.


The most damaging quality that Viserys has is his ambitious drive, his lust for more and greater fame and glory. Under his leadership he's been known to pick contracts with losing factions, only to make his victories more impressive after the fact. While this has granted him great fame it is often felt greatest in his ranks, with more men laying dead than need be. And in all fairness, Viserys has never been known as a quick child, preferring to learn through his mistakes. This makes Viserys a man wise past what his years would hint at, his own stubborn nature and word as the Captain-General of the Golden Company leading him further into less savory situations. Yet his own skills with a sword or lance and the faith he shares with his brothers at arms keeps the man confident, secure in mind that they'll pull through by days break.


Towards enemies, Viserys will often reach out with an open hand. Provided they surrendered and provided him little trouble. The Blackfyre isn't afraid of speaking of their successes, though he'll almost always make his sound greater. To betrayers he's one without mercy. It would be a blessing if the Golden Dragon killed a man who turned his cloak quickly. Often times they are sent away, to the Basalisk isles to be sold, to Slaver's Bay, given to Dothraki. He spares no sleep for their fates.


Of all his names, it's said that none will grab Visery's attention as much as calling him Waters. It will sour the mood of the Captain-General quickly, only referring to him as bastard can you find him angrier. The name he most prefers to go by is the Blackfyre King or the Golden Dragon, in respect of the Golden Company.


Biography:


The early years of Viserys Waters life isn't an uncomfortable one. The Blackfyre grew up in the Red Keep, squired for a knight sworn to his father, and learned much under his maesters and septons. The bastard received little warmth from his kingly father, however, given only what a dragon deserves and little less. His own mother was a mystery to the man, some spoke she was a servant girl, others a princess of Dorne. Whoever she was, it seemed the old mad king kept her far from her child. Viserys was an active child always, moving about the Red Keep and the city, when permitted, freely harassing those around him in his young ignorance. On his two and ten name day Viserys was finally allowed to see Westeros, squiring for Ser Rodrik Strong for three years. They traveled from tourney to tourney, staying at different lordly dwellings before the Blackfyre finally returned to the Red Keep. Older, stronger, slightly smarter, the young bastard began to understand his situation.


Being the illegitimate child to Maeryn left him with little when his father finally died. The desire to follow in Maeryn's footsteps led Viserys to a bold step, going so far as to threaten the High Septon at knife point to legitimize him. Naturally the High Septon refused and the bastard was taken into custody, detained in his quarters for two months for his offenses.


In the years after that occurrence, Viserys tried to garner Maeryn's admiration another way, hoping to still yet be named heir. He entered in tourneys after convincing Ser Rodrik Strong to knight him, though the bastard child did little to stand out at first, he gradually improved to the point of lasting well into the tilt, and further in melee's. The Golden Dragon found himself swelling with pride at such accomplishments and sought to confront his father, only for it to end with the Valyrian Bastard being ridiculed at for over stepping his bounds as he wished to succeed Maeryn. By the age of eight and ten Viserys Waters abandoned Kings Landing and Westero altogether, sailing for the Free Cities with gold and treasures from the Red Keep on his back. There he would drink, eat, and whore throughout the Three Sisters, Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, until he confronted the former Captain-General of the Golden Company, Baelor "Blackheart" Blackfyre. The two men sized each other up before the older Blackfyre cackled, handed Viserys a proper sword, and named him brother. It was then that Viserys Water renounced his name, taking the older Blackfyre name.


Viserys would spend the rest of his adolescence rising in the Golden Company, getting to know the different officers and attending the routine meetings of the elite circle. It became apparent that Baelor Blackheart intended for his distant relative to succeed him. The Golden Dragon would become familiar with the different merchants, the pirates, slavers that routinely visited the Step Stones and the Disputed Lands. By the age of twenty four Viserys found himself commanding the company, Baelor having died of an infected wound after weeks of agonizing treatment. Baelor Blackheart left Viserys with one parting gift, the old sword of house Targaryen, Blackfyre. A weapon that the young commander has kept on his person at near all times. The Valyrian Bastard would then tie the Golden Company closely to the Free City of Tyrosh, taking up several contracts for them in his short reign as the Captain-General. Though the Golden Company took contracts from Lys and Volantis too, they rarely left the south eastern corner of Essos during Visery's rule.


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Viserys has said on numerous occasions that he isn't fond of Kings Landing, finding the city to smell too much and the residents to be depressing. The Blackfyre Prince has become a fan of slavery during his time in Essos, frequently purchasing men to trade off for greater profits, or buying exotic women to service him. The idea of sailing is disconcerting for the young bastard, having a distrust for the sea since a young age. It's speculated he allies himself with Tyrosh only to not have to combat a strong naval power. Viserys does in fact wield and use the ancient sword Blackfyre regularly.


Viserys refuses to travel North of Pentos, having a fear of the Free City of Braavos, particularly their Facelessmen. Likewise, the Warlocks of Quarth make the Blackfyre king uncomfortable. Viserys prefers the company of women, but he isn't one to judge too harshly on men laying together. Distancing himself from the Faith of the Seven and most moral institutions has given him a relaxed outlook on certain aspects of life. Viserys has a strong resemblance to his father, often times when he was younger Viserys was called a young Maeryn.




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Name: Vladan (Formerly of House Bolton)


Gender: Male


Age: 67


Titles: Grand Maester


Marital Status: N/A


Personality:


As a maester of the Citadel one would assume Vladan to be cheerful, warm, fatherly even. The man is remarkably cold and one for blacker humors. Vladan is intelligent, were he not he wouldn't be the Grand Maester. He often used that end to support the former king, Maeryn. Whispering into the kings ears about the rumors of his court, the vile serpents, he would call them. The man is as loyal as any other maester, sworn to help the realm and give sound advice to the king who sits the Iron Throne.


While he means well, Vladan is blunt in what he says, more often then not. If he finds a person lying, he will call them out on it. Unless it suits his own ends, naturally. The Grand Maester has a quick mind and a head for strategy, weaving an iron chain in warcraft. It's said that the chain he studied has helped him keep a youthful body, whereas other maesters wither in the years. Vladan is still able bodied and fit, capable of wielding a blade if he needed, though as a maester no such occasion would occur.


Being from some northern house, which isn't clear as all maesters give up their family names one forging their chains, Vladan has a naturally pessimistic view of the world. He is a firm believer in might makes things right, and that the only different between right and wrong is which end of a sword you're on. On this subject he has long since suggested dismantling the Great Houses of Westeros and planting two in place for each kingdom, keeping them fighting one another. Yet his words were often ignored.


Vladan is highly skeptical of the Faith of the Seven and isn't afraid to speak his mind, though rarely will he spare a word, good or bad, about the Old Gods. The Drowned God is also a topic that the Grand Maester rarely delves into, aside from calling it a mummers farce on two separate occasions.


Biography:


Vladan was born into the Bolton family, being the youngest son of the current lord, Vladan found himself at a cross roads. He could join the Nights Watch or venture south to join the Citadel. The young Bolton made the trek south, hoping to stay clear from the Wall in favor for the warm southernlands. There Vladan was introduced to the order, where he gave up his name and began his work on a chain. Just as a boy, Vladan felt an attraction to the iron chain, and worked towards it. In the years to come he would become a fully recognized maester and spend time in the Reach, under the command of House Florent. In the company of the Florents, Vladan earned their trust, as most maesters do, becoming a close source of advise. The man was visibly broken when he left the Florents to return to the Citadel, where he continued his studies to become an Archmaester.


After studying intensely for ten years and writing a book of his own, Men Wrapped in Iron, a book discussing the advantages of a standing, professional army. Largely based on the Unsullied of Slavers Bay, did he rise to the position of the Archmaester. Vladan felt accomplished, joining the Conclave that would decide who the Grand Maester was, the most qualified man of his own chain as well. Ironically, it would be a follow up to Men Wrapped in Iron that would later make him Grand Maester. The Dothraki War Bow, documenting the destructive power of a strong and mobile mounted archer unit could bring. Though Vladan was an old man by the time he was named the Grand Maester, already a few years into his fifties. Though one might of confused him for a man ten years younger, as Vladan spent hours meticulously keeping his body in shape.


In the present Grand Maester Vladan wholly supports Kuvira as the new queen, going so far as to push for her coronation to be rushed forward. If only to keep the noble houses from rising quickly in any form of rebellion or in anger at a woman ruling them.


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Vladan has never returned to the North since he became a Maester, but strongly hints at his heritage. Though few even in the Citadel know who he once was, as is the nature of the maesters.


Vladan's vows of celibacy seem to be taken lightly, as he has bedded several of the servant women and hand maidens in the past. Though he has a remarkable disdain for whores.


Vladan has been tried once for the murder of a fellow maester, and he notoriously requested a Trial by Combat. Assuming that Vladan would fight himself, the accuser, A Frey, brought in a relative to represent him. Vladan called upon a hedge knight Danny the Swift, the battle was one sided, ending in Vladans innocence.


His unnaturally blue eyes often cause people to wonder if he's dabbled in blood magic. Those who ask receive a simple "No." in response.


The Grand Maester as well seems to have a small army of spies within Kings landing and several noble houses. Quite possibly the Grand Maester forcing others of the order to relinquish information to him.



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Name: Lucas (the) Silverspear

Nicknames: Ser Lucas Spearthrower, Ser Lucas Silverspear, The Silver Captain, The Mad Bull

Titles: (Golden) Captain of the Golden Company, knight.

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Marital Status: Divorced.

Personality:

Lucas Silverspear is a man with a dominating presence. Whenever he speaks his voice is loud and tone commanding. Few have the gall to talk back to him for that alone. He's immensely proud of his accomplishments, be they how fast he can throw a spear to his families history serving in the Golden Company. To those who would threaten his life or the style of his life, he is violent towards, angry and very vocal. Ser Lucas has no fear of speaking his mind, though that doesn't make him an honest man. He's been known as a liar for years, particularly when gambling in the taverns and brothels of the Free Cities.

To Ser Lucas, life is a battlefield, where one must tread the line between merryment and death carefully. Find yourself thinking of battle and ones own imminent demise and one finds themself ignoring life itself, so Ser Lucas says. In contrast to this, the exiled knight claims that if a man does the opposite, he'll lose his life. Ser Lucas lives day by day by this code, calculating each move he has to make, and when he needs to make an example out of a man, for shows of strength and authority.

Ser Lucas is a strict believer in the Seven Gods of Westeros, proclaiming so loudly and often whenever members of the company practice other faiths. He has little tolerance for their heathenism, but as brothers in arms, he does not strike them with fist nor sword. When magic is concerned the knight scoffs openly, believing it all to be a farce from the mummers and old tales for the children.

Biography:

Ser Lucas was born into the Golden Company, as was his father and grandfather before him. Lucas grew up without a surname, being the child of a bastard and a barmaid from Volantis, though he would later acquire two. In his youth Lucas traveled with the Golden Company from contract to contract, squiring for the knights when he needed. He was taught the treacherys of the Targaryens and what it meant to truly be a knight then. At the age of sixteen he officially joined the sellswords in combat, being apart of the recently elected Baelor Blackfyre's honor guard. Ser Lucas took his first life that day and later sired his first bastard, but he was best known for killing a captain of the Storm Crows with a toss of his javelin from a hundred and twenty meters away. Impressed with the young member, Baelor jokingly referred to him as the Spear Tosser. Later he would be called Spearthrower, the moniker coming from the Storm Crows themselves when recounting the defeat at the hands of the Golden Company.

In the years after that battle, Lucas would go on to climb through the ranks, eventually attaining a minor captains title, commanding over a hundred men. He proved quite adept at leading soldiers, keeping men moving in the heat of battle and understanding the components of enemy tactics. With his hundred men, Lucas foiled three attempts at flanking the Company forces in the battle of Maegor's Hill. Once the dust settled and the mercenary bands retreated, Baelor himself knighted Ser Lucas and promoted him, giving him ownership of a third of the companies strength. A year later, Ser Lucas was officially made one of the twelve Golden Captains, the second highest rank a man can obtain in the company. It was with this influx of power that Lucas' ego grew, he went on to marry the fifth daughter of a Pentoshi magistrate, but later deemed her unworthy of his time and sent her off. He had eyes on a Volanti noble woman, widowed for years though fertile still. The Captain went to woo her time and time again, bringing gifts in the form of gold and jewels, texts from Westeros and Dothraki stallions. She rejected each one, and eventually Ser Lucas went and demanded a ship be built in her honor, but when he revealed the massive galleon to the noble woman, she confessed that she was having an affair with an influential slaver from Astapor. In his rage and embarrassment, Lucas had the ship burnt and sunk in the harbor of Volantis itself. The truth eventually came out, with friends and enemies alike referring to Ser Lucas as the Silver Captain, for no woman would turn down true gold, he was seen as a lesser alternative. In later times he'd be called the Silverspear, which he eventually took as his surname.

In the Disputed Lands, Ser Lucas became known as a legend in his own right. Under Baelor Blackfyre's rule, he routinely led smaller divisions of the Company in isolated contracts, rarely did he return in defeat. His keen understanding of the nature of battle led enemies to fear him and the magistrates and merchants to seek him out. When the time came, Ser Lucas assumed he would be made the new Captain-General of the Golden Company, as Baelor proved himself unable to sire children. But the appearance of Viserys Waters thwarted those plans. At first, the two hardly interacted. But Viserys rose quickly in the ranks, far faster than Ser Lucas, and his own rash nature and willingness to run into battle himself earned him admiration Ser Lucas couldn't help to match. In seven years Viserys rose to the position of a Golden Captain, much to Ser Lucas' ire. He almost immediately became the Captain-General, as Baelor Blackfyre was unable to recover from an infected battle wound. The relationship between the two has been tense ever since, with Ser Lucas typically being on the opposite end of the Disputed Lands, with a host of several thousand men all to himself.

Other:

Ser Lucas has almost no true loyalties to Viserys Waters, thinking him to be the bane of the Company.

The Silverspear had once killed an elephant with his signature tossing capabilities, piercing its left eye and forcing it to rampage over the battle, before bleeding thanks to multiple injuries.

Lucas has studied different battle tactics in the last twenty years of his life, honing his already great understanding of combat and realistic battle scenarios. He's one of the finest, if not the finest strategist and tactician in the Company.

While Ser Lucas is an able fighter on his own, he rarely takes the battle field anymore. He commands atop a horse and from a perched position, giving orders to secure their victories. For this reason some suspect he is a craven or a poor fighter, though the man isn't afraid of brawling with his subordinates should they provide him lip.


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Name: Cethann Celtigar

Nicknames: The Armored Crab, The Octopus, The Brute of Flea Bottom.

Titles: Commander of the City Watch, Lord of Claw Isle.

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Marital Status: Was previously married to Lady Martha Thorne. Wife died after falling down the stairs.

Personality:

Cethann is a brute of a man who embodies the worst aspects of power. He has little care for his fellow gold cloaks or the people in King's Landing, only that he has authority over them and can steal or brutalize them as he sees fit. He is loud, obnoxious, quick to anger and quicker to react. He's taken hands from the peasantry for small offenses, and assigns taxes to vendors and merchants that go entirely to him. Those who defy his taxation often find their goods taken or destroyed.

Lord Cethann, as he prefers to be called, frequently visits brothels, to the dismay of whores. Once he chooses a woman, he won't stop visiting her until he is bored of her teats and bits. After which he's likely to throw her into Blackwater Bay, for it's said he whispers secrets in the ears of his lovers. Cethann enjoys a good victory, but hardly a fair fight. He will command the gold cloaks around him to cripple and beat adversaries that stand in his way before slowly finishing the job.

His loyalty is reserved for whoever can keep him in power and pay him proper coin, though as Lord of Crab Isle, his wealth is grand already.

Biography:

Cethann is the oldest of five children, born from Lady Helena Celtigar née Royce and Lord Aethon Celtigar. As a boy, Cethann was tutored most in swordsmanship, with his father hoping to raise a warrior and bring honor the House Celtigar. Though the maesters didn't neglect other fields, Cethann received a full education, with extensive knowledge being given on trade and sailing. Cethann would participate in tournaments in his teenage years whenever the opportunity presented itself, but the young lord would more often then not be disqualified for extensive damages done to his opponents in the melee, taking things several steps too far. Lord Aethon eventually forbade him from entering the tournaments, as he frequently paid the debts his son collected, the injured parties always asking much of Lord Aethon.

When Cethann was twenty he was arranged to marry Martha Thorne, a young and beautiful woman, heiress to House Thorne. Their marriage lasted months before Martha was pregnant, a sign that the gods favored them, Lady Helena often said. Once Martha Thorne was close to giving birth did the accident that forever tainted Cethann's name occur. The official story is that a shaking of the earth caused the nine month pregnant Martha to trip down the stairs, cracking her skull open and losing her child in the process. But many suspect that Cethann shoved his wife from the top of the tower. Servants spoke often of the arguments the two had, with Cethann abusing Martha physically if she wouldn't give in to his demands. Nights before Martha's fall Cethann struck his wife hard, knocking her unconscious. She wrote to her father and Lord Rory, who they were sworn to, the next day for fear of her life. For this reason it's suspected Cethann threw his wife down the stairs.

Lord Aethon was furious with Cethann's "action" and demanded he leave Claw Isle. Cethann begrudgingly did so, heading south to King's Landing where he later entered the Gold Cloak's and was promoted to Commander of the City Watch after less than a year of service. Recently Cethann has been named Lord of Claw Isle with Aethon Celtigar's passing, a sickness having taken him. Cethann has yet to return home, but has written to his mother frequently, demanding gold be funneled over to his estate in King's Landing.

Other:

Cethann holds both a horn said to call Kraken's from the sea, but also a Valyrian steel axe. He uses neither, holding both back at his home keep on Claw Isle.

The Thorne's have a particular hatred for Cethann, knowing full well that he had a hand in the demise of Martha, several claims have been made against him. But messengers from House Thorne scarcely leave King's Landing when they tried to present a case again him.

Cethann is known as the most dangerous man in King's Landing, both for his wanton cruelty but especially in single combat. Cethann is fast and strikes with purpose. Ever swing of his blade is meant to kill, if a man is able to leave a battle missing a few fingers its deemed good fortune. The use of his subordinates in battle almost always guarantee him victory, as well.


 
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THE ARRYNS

WORK IN PROGRESS


Slots:


Head: Gelgin Arryn


Lady of the House: Laura Arryn, To Be Added. Maybe.


Heir: Taken, can't remember what his name was.


Second Son: Trevir Arryn


Literally Anything Else: Open, some may end up filled by me, but there's always more.


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The system of power in Westeros is balanced so finely, that one knock can rearrange the entire thing, but it might easily topple with too great a blow. The key is knocking it in just the right way. This is the most valuable skill a man can possess.
Gelgin Arryn


Name: Gelgin Arryn


Gender: Male


Age: 54


Nicknames / Titles: The Grey Fox, Mountain Face, Gelgin The Unkillable, Warden of the East


Marital Status: Married


Personality:


Gelgin is as taciturn as a man could possibly be, and has the hard, cold face to match. Nobody can ever really read him or what he's thinking, and his only facial expression is a blank slate. He's a machine, possessing very few emotions except for determination, and very few wants other than the betterment of his house. he doesn't hold grudges, and it is incredibly difficult to truly offend him, but similarly it is very difficult to get to the point where he'd call you a 'friend'. He is possessed of an incredible willpower, and is very difficult to sway from his course once he has chosen it.


Nobody questions his intelligence, though. He is constantly thinking, calculating, weighing options, analysing. He is a schemer, first and foremost, and a cunning strategist. His only true loyalty is to his house, which he would die for without a second thought, if that was the best option. He sees things in people, and has almost startlingly accurate first impressions of many he meets. Some whisper that he is gifted with the Greensight, or that he has some other mystical blessing, but it all truly comes down to the mundane. He has a deep caring for his wife, Laura. She is the one exception to his hard demeanour, though he only shows it in private. Even then, however, he is understated about it.


Biography:


Gelgin remembers much of the Targaryen's rule, and how devastating their madnesses were to Westeros. He also learned, however, that the opposite was also true. The Targaryens were either mad, or brilliant in some way. Early in his life, at the age of 19 he was kidnapped by the Hill Tribes, and his father rode with his troops to rescue Gelgin. When he arrived at the camp, Gelgin was nowhere to be found, so he butchered the tribe to a man. In desperation, he searched for four days, until he found Gelgin most of the way to the Eyrie, dragging himself along the ground, extremely injured. He was ridden back to the Eyrie, where the Maester proclaimed that he'd broken five ribs, had a deep gash in his chest, his right knee had been shattered, and several arrow wounds were in his back. By all rights, he should have died days before, but he had somehow lived that long, and further, somehow recovered from most of his wounds. To this day, he retains a heavy limp, and the unofficial moniker 'The Unkillable'. He roundly refuses to talk about what happened there.


At the age of 24, his father passed away, and Gelgin took over the house. During his reign, the forces of House Arryn multiplied, weapons became a monoploy of theirs, and House Arryn generally increased in status. Gelgin steered the house clear of internal conflicts within Westeros, making the best use of his resources that he could. Even in the War of the Ninepenny Kings, they stayed neutral. At 28, before the War of the Ninepenny Kings, Gelgin gained a wife in Laura Royce. The two had many children, and took to each other strangely well, given Gelgin's personality. Nobody fully understands it except Gelgin and Laura.


He brought up his children in not so much a loving way, but a very efficient way. They have no special love of him, and he knows it. He works for the best of his house, and his children are capable tools to this end. He prepares his eldest son for the rulership of the house, and raises the rest to fulfill roles, or at least be generally competent in life. This has worked to varying degrees of success. With Tytos dead, he wonders whether he will be chosen as the new Hand, for the matter remains undecided.


Other: Not a particularly skilled or strong warrior, Gelgin battles on the mental plane. He is currently undefeated in Cyvasse, a master reader of people, and a genius in general. His face is totally unreadable and blank at most times. He is immensely determined to succeed, no matter the costs, and is dedicated to the wellbeing of the house. He possesses a great limp, and cannot walk at all without a cane. His knee never properly healed from whatever happened in the Mountains of the Moon. 5'8" and 135 lb


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A storm is coming? Try not to worry too much. There is nothing you can do against the forces of nature, but plug your defences and hope for the best. Always hope for the best.
Trevir Arryn


Name: Trevir Arryn


Gender: Male


Age: 19


Nicknames / Titles: The White Falcon, Laughing Knight


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Trevir is as unlike his father as he could possibly be, expressive, fairly open, jovial, and humorous. He is quick to jest, and notorious for his wit in the face of basically anything. He is rather cynical about knightly values, believing that such stuff is only in stories and legends, and don't really happen. Instead, he just tries to hold on to what morals he can, and just work his way through the scum in this world. He's loyal to his beliefs, and very steadfast in resolve. He won't back down from a challenge without serious convincing, and has a moderately high opinion of himself.


He's earned this opinion, though, with incredible skill at arms, sometimes being compared to the Mountain Lion, Martyn Lannister. Rather than strength, however, Trevir has found that he is a natural fighter, with an almost unheard of amount of natural talent in combat and riding even at a young age. Gelgin identified this quickly, and set about equipping Trevir with everything he needed to be one of the great fighters of the age.


In spite of all this, Trevir is actually a little shy in front of a crowd or beautiful women. Among friends, he is perfectly comfortable, but when he is the centre of attention for a group of strangers, or an attractive woman, he tends to start second-guessing himself, and generally becomes far less confident. Note, this is a change from the previous Trevir. It's no longer a fear of them where he's going to run away. It's just mild discomfort, and a major discomfort when the focus of them.


Biography:


Trevir was the second son of Gelgin Arryn, and was seemingly born to be a skilled warrior. He was quickly pegged as such by most around him, and his father committed all he could to the development of this skill. He was not an overly tall, large, or strong boy, but he was always very quick and had a knack for combat. As he grew, he was a very quick study in the ways of combat, and was introduced to riding early on. His ambidexterity aided further in his training.


At the same tourney where Martyn won the melee, Trevir competed. He would have competed in the melee, but decided to keep himself fresh for the joust, and also make doubly and triply sure that his gear was all ready. Finally riding out into the lists, he became aware of just how many people were looking at him, and his confidence crumbled slightly. He was off his game.


Apparently off his game meant rampaging through the lists, only once coming close to being unhorsed. He was a confusing mix of surprised and afraid when he won. Now he was the centre of the crowd's attention, and had to choose a Queen of Love and Beauty. He scanned the crowd, and as he went along, a few maidens stood out. However, as he rode farther down, he immediately saw his choice. He politely asked to crown Celena Lannister as the Queen of Love and Beauty, digging through his discomfort to loudly announce her as his choice.


After his showing, he was immediately put into consideration as a member of the Kingsguard, although there were no posts available at the time. Even if such a chance presented itself, he would decline, for he knows the Kingsguard can never take a wife, and he has nervously set his eyes on Celena Lannister.


Other: Prodigy of combat, expert rider, and ambidextrous. Trevir is especially skilled in jousts, being virtually unmatched in that area. Certainly, he is still one of the best warriors in Westeros on foot. He is compared to Martyn Lannister, and some wonder how such a match would turn out. Trevir himself thinks Martyn the superior on the ground, although holds that he'd win in a joust, and that they're probably equals in a mounted melee. As for how it would really turn out? Well, nobody really knows. He has a quick wit which he tends to use in any situation, even when he's scared stiff. One feature of his father's that he has picked up is a strong will and determination to accomplish his goals. 5'10" and 160 lb.
 
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Gender:

" I'll let you take a guess"

female

Age:

21

Nicknames / Titles:

Queen Kuvira of the seven kingdom


dragon of the west


Marital Status:

single


"I'll possibly end up a virgin queen."




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Personality:

Kuvira is polite and well-spoken, but filled with quiet determination. She has extreme intelligence, grandiosity, incapacity for remorse, arrogance, and an unhealthy degree of self-confidence. Born a princess and hailed as a prodigy, kuvira grew up to be narcissistic and confident. She relentlessly drilled herself toward perfection and settled for nothing less from herself or those who serve her. She believes that power and domination are what makes a person strong, and as such will only help others if she has some personal gain at stake. She had absolute confidence in her "divine right to rule" which she believed she was born with. She had neither pity nor mercy toward those she marked as treasonous or inferior. As one who wanted nothing less than absolute control, she likewise had remarkable control of herself,seemingly always able to react to any situation at a moment's notice, never losing her composure.

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she's an excellent tactician, regularly displaying cunning, perception, and resourcefulness that allowed her to take advantage of almost any situation. But she does suffer from targaryen madness. Suffering from her inner pain, she at times appear to be an insane, sadistic and psychopathic individual. a sarcastic, cynical, albeit childish sense of humour but often spoke in a tone that would intimidate or annoy her opponents. She had an incredible capability for changing his tone of voice and behaviour several times in a single sentence for psychological warfare - ranging from serenity, humour, mockery, childish, laid-back, to violence. Because of this Kuvira is extremely difficult to read and anticipate.





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Archery:

She had a deadly accuracy with these weapons and used them to pin her opponents down, even if she or the target was moving, Her expert marksmanship gave her enough strength to defeat powerful benders and multiple opponents.

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Hand to hand combat:

She is able to perform acorbatic movements like they were childs play. She knows how and where to hit her enemy, vicious attack patterns keep her opponent off balance and leave them little room to make any kind of error without being punished for it.

Toxins and poison

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Fears:

Showing weakness


Losing power



Anyone finding out she's a bastard








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  • Appearance:


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    Her hair flows to her waist when unbound


    Name:


    Deanna Targaryen


    Gender:


    Female


    Age:


    15


    Nicknames / Titles:


    Princess Deanna of the Seven kingdoms


    First of her name


    The defiant dragon


    The dragon princess


    The dragon maiden


    Marital Status:


    single


    Personality:


    Deanna is nothing if not a dragon. Her spirit is wild, her strength well known, and her heart forever sings to be free. She is fiercely independent and determined to take what ever she wants and never back's down. From her family or an army. A fact which has caused many argument's within her house. Though, she is not afraid to request help when it is needed and is well known for returning any help with compassion and gratitude. She know's that cruelty gain's more enemies then friends. As such she is also very protective and loyal. If you earn her favor she will fight for you with expectation's that you do the same. Do not try to take her for a fool or insult her though as she will not hesitate to ruthlessly crush you should she see it is needed. Rather through fire or words. However she has been known to sympathize with those who she see's as oppressed, as she often feel's the same to an extent. She wishes to free them all but must choose her battle's carefully, should they come back to bite her.


    Though, Daenna is known for her adventurous and curious nature, especially as a child, she doesn't act as such when in public with other Lord's or Ladies. Instead she is the polite and respectful, always ensuring that she charms whoever she meets. Sure she is a warrior but over the years she has learned the art of manipulation and politics. Sometimes, a fight is easier won with words then with fire. Though she still stumbles.


    "I like to battle, with words or steel, but it's no fun if it's easy."


    Biography:


    Deanna was a hard child to handle growing up. Often causing trouble or getting into things many found themselves chasing after the young girl. Either to get her back to her family or clean up her messes. Most didn't know what to do with the young lass. She was a sweet child, when she wasn't causing trouble, but had the temper to take down any who stood in her way and the mind to leave no trace behind. As such she often found herself being punished for her behavior though that never seemed to help.


    It was only when she was reluctantly allowed to learn to fight that she calmed. If only somewhat. The weight of a sword or a bow in her hands grounded her and she found herself spending many year's growing up learning all she could. Many looked down on her for it but didn't comment. Though she still got into some trouble no one wished for her to go back to how she was before. At least now she wasn't thoughtlessly insulting some Lord or Lady.


    After her father passed Deanna had hoped that she could start traveling. Maybe to Braavos or the land beyond. Unfortunately she found herself in the Game of Thrones. She hadn't wished to sit on the throne but with everyone threatening her family she may not have a choice. She know's that a Targaryen belongs on the throne, despite their past mistakes, and will fight to prove it.


    "I spent my whole life trying to be free and now that freedom is within arm's reach. I just have to defeat a few armies to gain it."


    Other:


    Though independent, Deanna does wish to find a companion to travel with and, in her own way, settle down with permanently. Though she does not actively seek another half as she trust they will find her should the time come.


    - She wear's light and flexible brown leather armor. A brown vest that buckles closed down the front, one shoulder guard on her right shoulder, and arm guards. Light wolf fur lay's around the top of her arm guards and make a makeshift shoulder guard for her left shoulder so as to offer her more protection.


    - Though she is stronger then she looks she isn't as strong as a lot of opponents and so relies on her speed and confusing technique to win in those fights.


    - She has many scars that cover he from head to toe for her rather reckless childhood and fights. The only scar on her face is a light scar over her mouth from where it was busted open in a particularly nasty fight. Most don't notice it.


    - Due to her many scars Deanna find's her skin overly sensitive to certain things


    - She was given the title The defiant Dragon for her action's growing up and some of the disputes with her family that other's witnessed


    -The Dragon Princess is a title that she is only referred to within rumors revolving suspicions about the two eldest Targaryen sisters


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Name: Roland Wilds


Gender: Male


Age: 23


Nicknames / Titles: Iron-Blood Knight


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Roland is an exceptional man by all rights, being gregarious and likable to all those who take the time to know him. Sadly however he has neither the patience or scheming mind to put this attitude of his to good use and gain higher standing in the world through manipulation. Instead however he is a warrior and leader in every fiber of his being, having grown up surrounded by Hedge Knights and blood stained battlefields. And much to the frustration and rage of overconfident lords and knights he is a product of this upbringing, easily being among the very top tier fighters in Westeros. Many soldiers even claiming that he could best the likes of Trevir Arryn or Martyn Lannister. Sadly however Roland has had no opportunity to prove such claims and believes himself that Trevir would best him with the lance, but he and Martyn would likely both end up dead if they came to blows on foot, as this is where both of them thrive.


Biography: To truly tell the story of Roland Wilds, one must first look far into the past to understand him. To begin, Rolands ancestor Gilbert Wilds was lord of house Wilds within the kingdom of the reach before Westeros was conquered by Aegon. However, after Aegon's conquest Gilbert's lordship was removed as they had long been enemies of House Tyrell, and when they became the wardens of The Reach they swiftly swiped the lands from their most hated enemy within their new domain. This of course forced Gilbert to move, but unsurprisingly, all of his knights followed with him, all reduced to mere Hedge Knights but still loyal to their lord.


Over the generations however, House Wilds roaming band of honorable knights were reduced to little more than sell swords and so they remain. However at the birth of Roland, his father Colin decided it was time for his House to regain lordship. And thus Roland's father began recruiting commoners and spent nearly all of the wealth the entire knightly force had amassed through the centuries arming and training these new recruits. Now numbering 1,600 Colin began the training of his young son, assuring that his natural talent would be nurtured until he was among the greatest of knights at only sixteen years of age. It was not Roland's size, strength or speed that gave him an advantage over his opponents. In fact it was his skill with a blade alone, carving through men like cakes. It is his skill with a blade alone that allows Roland to contend with the giants and acrobatic warrios of Westeros.


Sadly however, shortly after Roland's sixteenth birthday his father fell ill and died only a few weeks later. Now in charge of the knights his father had amassed Roland began a tour all across Westeros, fighting in the smallest tournaments to the largest of conflicts that he could attend. Gaining not only a substantial amount of wealth, but renown and greater skill as well. Known in the peak of his physical prowess he is unmatched by any but the greatest warriors Westeros has to offer, and his strategic brilliance has been unseen in many lands for generations. Many would be rivals respect him greatly, but even more fear him, as if he only had the mindset for plots and manipulation, he could be a true threat to the throne in his own right.


Other: To describe Roland's skillset would be to describe a knight in its truest form. Not only does he hold the skill to best the greatest of warriors, but he also has the strategic mind to win battles out of his favor. His skill on horse is not to be understated, but it is on foot where Roland shines brightest, able to cut down even elite knights, able to best even a dozen knights by himself, though he would struggle heavily to do so and likely not escape with his life. The only warrior in Westeros assumed to be of equal skill to Roland on foot is Martyn Lannister, and it is assumed even he would fall to Roland's blade if they came to blows, though this assumption by many is not valid in any way and many say the opposite. In truth Roland believes that they would end up killing each other if they ever fought with killing intent which gives him respect for the younger knight.


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    Name: Braedon Baratheon

    Gender: Male

    Age: 26

    Nicknames / Titles:

    Lord of Storm's End

    Lord Paramount of the Stormlands

    Stag of the People

    Marital Status:

    Single

    Personality:

    Aware of the fact that he would one day inherit the Storm's End from his father, Braedon grew up a responsible and considerate individual. Determined to one day become an able ruler himself, he often looked up to Ser Osmund Baratheon. Anyone that has ever spoken with the young man could easily see the influence that his father had on him, being the honorable person that he is. Braedon cares deeply for those close to him and has a strong sense of duty and honor, though he has very strong feelings in general, both positive and negative. He also believes that determination is another key to being an effective leader, which, coupled with his other traits, has earned him a good amount of respect and recognition among those who have been acquainted with him.

    Being the eldest of four children, Braedon was always rather protective of his younger siblings. Though he's usually associated with being serious and concentrated most of the time, he is known to soften up from time to time when around the younger members of his family. His kindness is also often shown to the people of Storm's End, who have taken a liking to Braedon over the years. Most believed that he had what it took to become the next great lord of Storm's End. Nobody doubted his political prowess or his ability on the battlefield, even if he was yet to be proven.


    Biography:

    The first son of Osmund Baratheon, Braedon was born and raised in Storm's End, though has accompanied his father on his trips around the continent on multiple occasions. It was during these trips that Braedon realized just how widely respected his father was. Eventually, he became to catch on and came to admire the man himself, both as a lord and as a father. Recognizing this, Osmund did the best he could to teach Braedon about lordship. He also hired a combat instructor by the name of Dramen Tarth for his son, turning him into a proficient swordsman over time.

    Even as a child, Braedon was widely known thanks to his father's reputation. Although he didn't realize it, all eyes were on him as the successor to Storm's End. As a result, his early years were spent in a rather carefree and playful manner, as any other child would at their age. Most of the time, he would be found playing with his younger siblings in one place or another. In any case, his early life was on the uneventful side and mainly served as a time for him to learn and satisfy his curiosity about the world. The more critical years of his life would come later.

    As he became older, Braedon became more familiar with the Stormlands, their people, traditions, etc. It was sometime during his teenage years when his father told him to become familiar with the people of the Stormlands, as they would one day become his subjects. Taking this advice to heart, the boy did exactly that, and in no time, was adored by the people. He spent a good amount of time among their ranks and in their eyes, he was seen more as one of them than as nobility, which had more than pleased his father. Braedon would listen to their pleas and attempt to assist them in any way possible. Ever since, a good portion of his life has been devoted to charity work. Eventually, he would be called "Stag of the People" by many, which caught on quickly.

    Just as everything seemed well, disaster struck. Out of the blue, Osmund Baratheon was executed by Maeryn the Mad, sending the entire continent of Westeros into shock. Devastated by the news, Braedon locked himself within the confines of the castle for days. His absence from the outside world was worrying news to many, with good reason. When he did finally come out of the castle doors, practically anyone could tell that he was a changed man. He no longer made small talk to people on the street, and seldom even spoke with his family. He's recovered a substantial amount since then, but there's still only one thing on his mind - revenge on the Targaryen throne.

    Other:

    - His father was trying to arrange a marriage between Braedon and one of the other noble houses prior to his death.

    - He has quite the interest in history.

    - Despite having only been there once, he has a fondness for the castle of Winterfell.

    - Doesn't have a preference between men or women.​

 



Walder Tully

Lord Paramount of the Trident



Family, Duty, Honour: Let the kings of winter have their cold crypt under the earth. The Tullys drew their strength from the river, and it was to the river they returned when their lives had run their course.
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Name: Walder Tully


Gender: Male


Age: 65


Titles: Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, Lord of Riverrun, Lord of the Rivers and Hills and Lord of the Trident


Nicknames: "Red" Walder


Marital Status: Married (Lady Barba Bracken)


Other:

  • Due to injuries suffered in his youth, Lord Walder tends to walk with a limp and can even occasionally be found clutching a large oaken cane, carved into the shape of his house' sigil, the trout.
  • Lord Walder keeps up strong relations with both the Houses Stark and Baratheon, though it is unknown where his loyalty will land in the war.


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Personality
Meek and somewhat weak willed, Walder Tully is not the strongest of men nor is he the brightest, his mind, whilst not yet gone to an extent where he will forget the names and faces of those around him beginning to fade, falling to the test of time, often leaving him slow and confused when it comes to politics and other important matters. This is not to say however that Lord Walder is a stupid man, in fact far from it, during his youth he was one of the most cunning and powerful men in the entire Seven Kingdoms, yet unfortunately due to age and a premature injury to his right leg whilst he was still in his prime the Lord of Riverrun was forced to give up his sword and shield, leaving behind naught but a series of exciting tales and an old nickname given to him after winning a battle that he has long since forgotten about Walder the Red"


Now in his sixties Walder has accepted that his own demise is slowly approaching and that he will soon join his forefathers at the bottom of the river trident, causing him to take more risks than in previous years, caring little about self preservation and instead about the position of his family and their allies, wanting nothing more than for House Tully to survive and thrive in the coming years and for his children inherit a region that has not been ravished and ruined.


Embodying the Tully words, there is little Walder cares for more than his family, especially is granddaughters whom he wishes to see married off to good kind men who will truly appreciate them rather than to a powerful man in need of a quick alliance. It is this caring attitude that keeps the lords of the Riverlands in check, most of whom if not for the careful hand of their liege would have fallen to infighting years before, and it is out of a mutual respect that peace is maintained (Though it is likely that many Riverlords merely mean to wait out the elderly Lord Tully and will fall back into chaos after he is gone)
Biography
Raised to rule since birth, Lord Walder Tully was the definition of a young lordling: dashing, courageous, handsome and a great fighter, willing to go to great lengths to achieve victory and never backing down from a challenge, the perfect future lord for a region famous for its conflict and squabbles. It came to no surprise that suitors were lining up for his hand in marriage, hundred of different lords major and minor, each vying for the young heir to marry one of their daughters, sisters, aunts or nieces wishing to impress the Tully with lavish displays of wealth and power, many holding tourneys in his honour allowing him to cut through hundred of their knights for the chance he might take a liking to them, however this was never the case, it seemed that the heir had no interest in courting at all and turned down any woman that his father offered him, all but one that is. His marriage to Lady Barba of the House Bracken came as a shock to many, rumours had been circulating that he may never marry or that "he preferred sword play to jousting" and most had taken them as fact, though not a word was spoken to him, however it appeared that the young Tully had finally found love and that he was wiling to settle down and produce an heir for the Tully dynasty.


Walders life has remained relatively uneventful, he continued to participate in tourneys up until a leg injury (Sustained preventing fighting between the Lords Bracken and Blackwood) prevented him for properly being able to fight, though he would still often sit in the crowds and watch, enjoying nothing more than the sight of two fine warriors mercilessly beating each other with pointy sticks. During his time frequenting tourneys he met and acquainted himself with the Lord Osmund Baratheon an able knight and then heir to the Lord Paramountcy of the Stormlands, the two becoming not only fast friends but also occasional drinking companions, Walder being strongly opposed to the mans execution by the hands of King Mearyn.


Walder has not had the most eventful life, nor the most interesting, in fact he would often jape that the history books may skip over him entirely, he was so forgettable, though there is no denying that he has served his purpose as the Lord Paramount and that anyone that wishes to follow him will need a great deal of strength of mind and patience to keep in check all of the unruly Riverlords.
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Walder Tully, Lord of Riverrun

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Barba Bracken, Lady of Riverrun



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Olenna Mallister, Wife to Benjicot





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Roslin Bracken, Wife to Lothar






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Emmon Tully [Deceased]


Celia Shawney [Deceased]



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Lysa Lychester, Lady of Misty Isle





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Voggoro of Qohor


Servant of the Black Goat






The Black Goat demands daily blood sacrifice. The Qohorik often bring calves, bullocks, and horses before the Black Goat's altars. However, on holy days it is condemned criminals who go beneath the knives of the god's cowled priests, and, in times of danger and crisis it is written that the high nobles of the city offer their own children to placate the Black Goat, that he might defend the city.
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Name: Voggoro of Qohor


Gender: Male


Age: 51


Titles: Black Priest of Qohor, Servant of the Black Goat, Member of the Dark Herd, Cardinal of the Order of Qohor, and Captain in the Goldon Company.


Nicknames: Voggo, Black Voggo, The Old Goat, Religious Twat, Heathen.


Marital Status: Sworn to celibacy


Other:

  • Voggo has an unnamed pet Goat that he takes with him on his travels in order to pay his respect to the Great Black Goat of Qohor. He will feed this Goat the cut out entrails of those that he has felled in battle as a blood sacrifice to his god and it can oft be seen fighting crows for the corpses around the tents of the Goldon Company, this is considered odd and barbaric by his fellows, but unsuprisingly no one has called him out on it.
  • Voggo is ambidextrous and wields both a Qohorik quarterstaff and a dagger made of the finest Qohorik steel, with these weapons he is a passable fighter, though nothing special, sacrificing practicality for showmanship, his weapon of choice in a fight being surprise and confusion, his targets despite mostly being better warriors than him shocked and surprised at the old priest's Qohorik ways.


Personality
Hardly your average priest, Voggo of Qohor is not one for worship and silent prayer, his piety mainly being displayed through acts of unspeakable violence, the Black Priest taking a lot of pride in his ability to inflict slow and painful deaths, his favorite method of information gathering being torture, causing his victims to scream before he ends their lives. This is not to say however is is a twisted man, nor is he sullen and brooding like many others who take up the worship of the Black Goat, instead he is quite the opposite, loud and boisterous, with a laugh loud enough to wake the dead, or so he claims, and much prefers his hands to be filled with pints of ale than a sword and shield, though he is infamous throughout the company for not being able to hold his drink very well, often being found in the mornings after long drinking sessions abed with women half his age despite taking an oath of celibacy after joining the order of the Black Priests.


Despite his regions unsavory nature Voggo isn't one to discriminate against others for following other faiths, in fact many of his closest companions within the Golden Company still hold to the faith of the seven, though he hopes to one day show them the light of the Black Goat, this is because in his youth, he too did not truly believe in the Goat's power, though with age he has come to realize the great many things the Goat has done for him in life (Though many others would attribute these "Miracles" as luck and chance and nothing truly special)


Voggo is not a particularly strong man, though he can certainly be described as bold, running head first into enemies with twice his size and prowess at arms and he often needs to be rescued by other more skilled members of the company, though this does not stop him from trying, nor does it stop him from getting into trouble with some very influential figures both inside and outside of the company.


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Biography
Born in the free city of Qohor, Voggoro Moatte or simply Ser Voggo of Qohor was the twenty-seventh child of Grand-Herder Vargo-Tobho Moatte, the Grand priest of Qohor and a man of staunch religious beliefs, who, upon every tenth year would take the maiden daughters of the high nobility of Qohor and with his seed give them a child, blessing them under the eyes of the Black Goat and offering them a place in his dark herd (The daughters would often be sacrificed in later years when the city of Qohor was under attack, the people believing that their presence would be pleasing to the Black Goat as they had given him (or his human embodiment the Grand-Herder) a child. Born from one of these unions of woman and priest, Voggo was quickly initiated into the order and was taught from a young age the ways of the goat, receiving a priesthood at the age of eight and ten, and a cardinalship at two and thirty, Voggo, despite being unsure of the existence of the goat rising quickly through the ranks, becoming a powerful figure within the church.


This all changed however when Voggo, still relatively young at the time, was granted his freedom from the cultish church and was allowed access to the entire city, the impressionism lad falling quickly to woman and alcohol, dropping much of what the priests had taught him and bringing embarrassment to the church. So it was that at the age of five and thirty, Voggo's cardinalship was revoked a mere three years after receiving it and he was banished from the church for the foreseeable future. Wanting to regain his title (and the assets that came with it) Voggo made a plea to his father, the Grand-Herder to take back his banishment and reinitiate him into the church, being the man that he was his father accepted under one condition, the order of Qohor's power was fading as was the influence of the Black Goat, the Grand-Herder had heard of the rise of a man to the west who claimed a strong claim on the Iron Throne of Westeros, a man known to be ruthless and cunning, a man with a black heart, Voggo was to visit this man, this Baelor Blackfyre and convert him to the ways of the Black Goat, persuade him to seize the throne of Westeros and spread his noble words. Voggo, thinking the mission easy accepted, taking the nearest boat up the Qhoyne and integrating himself into the Golden Company.


It has been many years since that day and Voggo has since got no closer to his goal, not that he has been trying to hard, the priest being easily distracted by the promise of gold and woman and has not been pushing his agenda. Since that day many things have changed, Baelor Blackfyre had died only to be replaced by his distant kin King Viserys who has finally taken up the crown he was born to wear, not that Voggo was any closer to converting him that is, though he believes that one day Viserys will join him in prayer for the great goat, hopefully one day soon.


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Bonifer Grimm

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Name: Bonifer Grimm


Gender: Male


Age: 38


Titles: Lord of Greyshield, Lord Marshall of the Shield Islands.


Nicknames: The Grimm Knight, Grimm Bonifer, The Grimm Reaper.


Marital Status: Married (Rose Serry)


Other: N/a


Personality
A hulking brute of a man Ser Bonifer Grimm is not much of a talker, very much embodying the name of his house, often appearing serious and sullen, allowing his immense strength to speak for him, and only speaking when directly spoken to. For all this he is actually is incredibly soft and refined, appreciating the finer things in life, like wine of a good vintage, or the ornately inlaid armour which he orders specially from Myr, sacrificing protection and practicality for intimidation and looks. Ser Bonifer's loyalty cannot be brought and he is very much in support of his liege Lords the Tyrells, though he is petitioning for harsher punishments against the Iron Born raiders that often ravage the shores of the shields, wanting to increase his personal fleet, with ships from the ports of the Arbor, reasoning that he has more need for them than an island that main use is the export of wine.


Biography
Born to Lord Charles Grimm and Lady Norris Chester, Bonifer has thus far led a somewhat mediocre life his achievements few and accomplishments scarce, he was trained to be a knight from a young age, though he took up the sword hesitantly, mastering it years behind all of the other boys his age and never really taking to archery, though since then he has trained often with his sword and has deemed himself, fairly decent, though nowhere near the level of other famous warriors.


His youth was fairly uneventful as has been the same in his adulthood, save for fending off a few petty raids, and Bonifer suffers from a lack of ambition, causing him to remain in the same position for many years.


 
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Cayden is well known for his looks in Westeros. With straight black hair as black as raven feathers crowning his head that sometimes slides to his face he has a complexion between that of a salty and sandy dorinishman giving him the appearance of a healthy tan. His face is usually clean shaven and carries a youthful but comely appearance with fair features along with perfectly white teeth and an easy smile. The most striking feature is his blue eyes much like the sea he loves that seem to change color according to his mood and sparkle with mischief most days. His body is powerful but lean, his muscles compat rather then bulging. He has many scars including on one on the left side of his neck to a bit last his collar where he was nearly killed in the disputed lands.


Name: Cayden Martell


Gender: Male


Age: 22


Nicknames / Titles: The Viper of the Sands, Prince of Dorne, Basalisk


Marital Status: Single


Personality: One of the princes of Dorne some might think that he might be angry he was just beaten out of Rulership of Dorne but he has never felt that way. A joker and given to flights of fancy Cayden is rarely seen serious with a joke on his lips and is the kind of man to let insults roll off his back. He loves his sisters (some of his opponents outside Dorne even sneer that he loves them to much like the Targayans loved their sisters after he smashed the balls of a Lord who was a suitor he said took a wrong look at one of his sisters) and his other siblings whether sand or martell and will take no insults on their behalf. Impulsive and decisive he has caused some headaches for house Martell by getting into fights and brawls and always seeming to stumble into the wrong woman's bed. He has a penchant for trouble though he's usually smart enough to get out of it. He loves to ride and sail and can shoot from horse back as well as any of the Darthraki and can fight as well on a rocking ship as solid ground. He has a goal to become the next Sea Snake planning to go even farther then he had and rarely looks back at the past and instead wants to see the next horizon.


Biography: Born into the privilege of house Martell Cayden never lacked for anything growing up but he was never satisfied with the trappings of ruling though he was suited for it. With a quick tongue and a clever mind he used his privilege to call teachers from around the globe. He was quick to change his mind at times but when he liked something he coukd focus on it with relentless force and many of the guards earliest memories of him are training in the courtyard under the hot summer sun till his hands bled around his spear he trained with.


As he grew up handsome his favorite activity took into shape around woman. From maids newly flowered to sunspear paramours he found to his liking from the second he became aware of his sexuality he took to it with the same enthusiasm he did everything else. He was once reported joking that it was a good thing he was born Dornish or he would have had to ignore all his bastards. Despite all his relationships he's never let himself get tied down. A few of tried but he's as slippery as a snake in that regard and any attempt to tie him down usually ended badly.


However one of the most defining things his life is his love of the sea and adventure. Most people who know him agree that sometime when he was a child he heard the story of Nympheria's 10000 ships and he began his love affair with the sea. He spent great amounts of time on the docks of Sunspear questioning sailors and feeling the salty spray of the sea. When he was 12 years old he snuck onto a sailing ship as a ship hand and was missing for 6 months much to the grief and fury of his parents till he was found in kingslanding by one of the Brovosi. He was chagrined by the fury of his parents but stayed in Kingslanding for two years after some negation under the tutelage of the Brovosi sellsword who found him before returning to Sunspear. When he was 18 he left home in another ship to fight in the disputed land and attempt to meet one of the legendary faceless men of Brovos but recently the seven kingdoms got a letter that the prince of Dorne was returning. Before he came back he would stop in Pentos.


Other: Skilled user of poisons though he does not use them often many of his weapons are usually poisoness though his legendary spear is usually not.


Likes to sail and is actually quite bookish compared to many other fights of his day. He also see's woeing a woman a noble task though perhaps jokingly and while he will accept every insult to himslef many men have been killed insulting Dorne or his sisters in front of him.


While he mostly sleeps with woman he seems to have no qualms sharing the woman beneath him with other men especially those he trusts.



Expert archer and spear fighter but he tires quickly in extended engagements due to an infection in his lungs (A mild form of asthma) as such he never wears armor and relys more on a quick and extraordinarily lethal fighting style and his thin but strong frame is atypical to a knight so he rarely fights with brute force.



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Name: Tiber Lannister


Titles: Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West


Alias: The Lion of Lannister, The Merry Lion, The Deceiver


Gender: Male


Age: 21


Martial Status: Betrothed to Leanna Brax of House Brax


House: House Lannister


Personality:


Though seemingly friendly and courteous, Tiber possessed a hidden strength and intelligence not found in the Lannister Lineage for many generations. This had led to some early speculation of his actual parentage, before his father, Tytos Lannister's surprising death. For those who can looked past Tiber's smile and courteous mannerism, they are treated to a sight fearsome enough to cow even the bravest of warriors. Cunning beyond even men twice or thrice his years, Tiber's opponents, whether they be of the political or military nature, found themselves often two or three steps behind the young man's schemes and plots.


Those who have seen past his veneer often claimed that his lust for power came from an inability to prevent his mother's untimely death. However, unlike the many who sought out and consolidate it, Tiber's very presence radiates power. In fact, the young man seemed to draw men and women of influence within his sphere of influence, seemingly without any effort on his part. In private, he often dons the same veil of friendliness and joking mannerism, but to those he feels strongly about he remained distant.


An average fighter, Tiber's real strength came from his mind and the steel from his heart. Charming when he wants to be, ruthless when he needs to be, Tiber's ability to look ahead and be adaptive to changing situations makes him one of the most dangerous men in Westeros.


Bio:


No one would daresay this at Casterly Rock, but Lord Tytos Lannister left much to be desired when he claimed the Lordship of House Lannister. Weak-willed and indecisive, those sworn banner men under him did as they liked, even going so far as to pressure him towards poor decisions such as betrothing his only daughter off to a third son of some minor house in the Riverlands. Tiber grew up, surrounded by jests of his father and his family. However, where one might expected a brooding and moody teen, they found one of alternating merriment and politeness. Tiber often laughed along with the jest at his father and family's name's expense, and people not realized that beneath the laughter and smiles, the young lion had marked every man and woman who laughed at House Lannister.


The young man kept to himself, even as his father tossed the riches of Casterly Rock to strengthen their enemies. Even when Lord Lannister holed himself up with his whore, and the defense of their stronghold decayed in Tiber's eyes. Even when the Lannister fleet halved in size, with the empty ships being decommissioned for firewood in the winter. Even when Tytos, seeing Tiber's reaction to the world around him, often took out his frustrations on his eldest child, beating him black and blue near every fortnight, if not more. Driven into the arms of his mother, Jeyne Lannister did her best to love and cared for her older son, and in turn taught him to love and care for his siblings more.


However, when Tiber heard Tytos' announcement of his only sister's betroth to some minor house's third son, and the ridicule of his banner men, the young man of eighteen drew his sword and slammed it on to the table where he sat at, and declared that Celena would marry the man over his still warm corpse. His startled father and the angry river lord stormed from the great hall of Casterly Rock, while everyone else stared surprised at the normally carefree Lannister Heir. Tiber, realizing that he may have shown his hand too quickly, stood his ground.


Thus, it was with some suspect that Lord Tytos fell ill soon after, and had died by the next new moon. Of course, people pointed their heads towards the elder son of the former Lord, but none would accuse Tiber without solid proof. Since no one came to testify against Tiber formally, he ascended to his place as the new Lord of House Lannister. The young man immediately canceled the marriage contract between his sister and the Riverlord's son, and called in favors he had worked with behind the scenes, especially from House Brax, who agreed to a marriage alliance with their eldest daughter to Tiber's hand.


When the Lannister forces took the field from Casterly Rock, House Reyne and Tarbeck marshaled their forces and marched to meet the outnumbered Lannister Army. Little did they know that Tiber had been rebuilding the Lannister Fleet behind his father's back, and thus a force landed from the armada and with one savage strike seized the mines and stronghold of Castamere. However, realizing the deception, the armies of under the Red Lions fought a fighting retreat to Tarbeck Hall and reached it in time before the forces from the sea could take the stronghold. Tiber watched as his forces trapped his enemies behind walls of House Tarbeck.


House Tarbeck's seat, fresh with supplies and now troops, prepared themselves for a long siege. Tiber knew however, that with the stability of the Westerlands in jeopardy, he could not afford a long civil war. So Tiber made an offer to one of the knights in House Tarbeck's service, granting nobility in exchange for the heads of every member of House Tarbeck and Reyne. The defector agreed, sneaking into the gatehouse in the middle of the night, slit the guard's throats and opened them wide, allowing Lannister forces to pour through and slaughter the remaining Red Lions and Tarbeck forces within. Under Tiber's orders, he watched every man, woman and child of the two houses executed in front of him and Tarbeck Hall. With the West now pacified, Tiber spent the last few years rebuilding and looking out to the rest of Westeros, viewing the turbulent political landscape beyond the Westerlands.


Other: Charming and humorous, Tiber Lannister wields his personality with every bit of efficiency as his brother does with a steel weapon. He enjoys the company of the opposite sex, having both been to and hosted parties in brothels before. Though most could not tell if he's ever been with a worker from those establishments before. An average fighter, though Tiber's a general, not a warrior like his brother.


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Name: Martyn Lannister


Title: Ser


Alias: The Mountain Lion


Gender: Male


Age: 19


Martial Status: Single


House: House Lannister


Personality:


While his sociable older brother shone in the spotlight, many who meet Martyn never gets so much as a word out of him. Quiet and stoic, many assumed Martyn to be of dim wit due to his lack of input in most social instances, but none dare say so to his face. The young man stood at a size that made many recall the White Bull of Hightower from days gone by, and moved with a speed that defied all reason and logic. One of the knights who trained Martyn remarked that he moved faster than men half his size, and struck as hard as a mountain lion. Thus the name stuck with Martyn, as he never bothered to use or refute it in public. Though some may question his intelligence, none questioned his honor or skill in battle, as unlike many knights, Martyn never resorted to any "questionable tactics" in combat, to the death or otherwise. He doesn't need to.


Winning his first tournament melee at sixteen, Martyn faced off against ten other knights that decided he was the biggest threat still stood after an hour of fighting between 100 knights. The man took down five with his two handed sword, another three with a shield he picked up off an opponent when he was disarmed, and the last two with his hands. Martyn never had a thing for jousting though, and thus abstained from the main competitions most of the time, to his father's disappointment. In private, Martyn is soft spoken and surprisingly gentle, especially with his loved ones. While he respects Tiber, he treats his older brother more as his lord than a blood sibling. Martyn cares more for his sister, often looking out for her even when she doesn't noticed. He's one of the few that know of her secret identity as the Suntear Knight.


Bio:


While Tiber was often abused physically and emotionally by his father, Martyn was Tytos' favorite. Perhaps the man wanted Martyn to grow up to be his enforcer, or was genuinely impressed and proud of the combat capabilities of Martyn. Either way, the feeling of fondness was never reciprocated by the offspring, due to Tytos' poor treatment of his youngest child and only daughter, Celena. As Martyn grew up, he often took care of his sister, looking after her at their mother's request. Any other child might have protested, but out of the three, Martyn was more obedient and Tiber and Celena put together. Even when Celena would throw a fit, Martyn never fought back against her; he became a stoic guardian within her life. Throughout the rest of his childhood and adolescent, Martyn would train for combat every free moment he could, as it was one of the things in the world he truly enjoyed. His father set up an entire team of instructors for him, and Martyn trained to the point where he was at least familiar with every weapon that could be found in Westeros, if not mastering them, with both hands.


When Martyn found out about Celena's betrothal, Tytos lost any chance he might have to gain Martyn's respect. Their sister had protested against the possibility of the marriage many times to their father, only to be rebuked, sometimes even physically, by the Lord of Casterly Rock. It took every ounce of self control for Martyn during those times to not cut down his father then and there, and so when Tiber approached him about the possibility of restoring House Lannister to its rightful place, Martyn agreed without question. In his mind, anything to remove Tytos Lannister from power was a chance worth taking. So when Tiber took the reigns of House Lannister, Martyn, a knight already bloodied in battle by then, stood as his champion.


The two brothers marched on House Reyne and House Tarbeck's forces after Tiber let Martyn know the plan of attack, and while Tiber directed the troops, Martyn took to the front lines. While his services was best served there, Martyn's true goal was to protect his sister, who marched with the arm's forces under the guise of the Suntear Knight, an alias she had taken upon to learn combat and entered tournaments. Martyn had discovered this one day after trailing his suspicious looking sister, but kept his peace due to knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop her, since he would never raised his hand against Celena. In the process of giving aid to her during the battle, the large knight struck down many upon the field, solidifying his "Mountain Lion" reputation.


When the Lannister stormed Tarbeck Hall, Martyn personally cut down Roger "The Red Lion" Reyne, dragged Lord Tarbeck out from his great hall and executed him in front of Tiber, though he walked away before the execution for the rest of the family would take place. He wouldn't have ordered them had he been in command: only the death of the male of fighting age would have been necessary in his opinion. Still Martyn wasn't his brother, and he trusted Tiber to see the big picture and act accordingly, even if it meant doing distasteful things such as this. A few months after the end of the civil war in the Westerlands, Lady Jeyne Lannister fell ill. Her children gathered around her as the Maester diagnosed her with a terminal illness. That was the only day anyone ever saw Martyn shed tears, as he held his dying mother's feeble hand.


He had received an invitation to join the Kingsguard a year later, but declined after consulting with his brother. Tiber requested Martyn to stay within the House, stating the need of House Lannister was greater than the need of the Iron Throne at the moment, but left the ultimate decision to Martyn. Never one to chase fame or fortune, and following his own code of honor (however similar it might be to the one followed by others), he became the first in recent memory to decline the prestigious invitation. This of course did nothing to improve relations between the Warden of the West and the crown, but Tiber assured Martyn that he would handle the situation, after thanking Martyn for accepting his request.


Other: Only a few alive knew this, but Martyn had developed a sort of relationship with the daughter of Casterly Rock's stable master in the past. However, war changed his perception of the world, and the young man came to accept that it would not work. They broke up soon after the civil war in the Westerlands ended, though they still share a bed every once in a while. He's also deceptively fast with his strikes, having trained since he could hold a wooden sword and shield in his hands.


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Name: Celena Lannister


Title: Queen of Love and Beauty, Ser (Unofficially, in alias)


Alias: The Lioness, The Lion Maid, The Suntear Knight


Gender: Female


Age: 17


Martial Status: Single


House: House Lannister


Personality:


Celena, though polite in company, have a fierce independence about her, due to their father's harsh rebuke during her protests, legitimate or otherwise. She resented the idea that women are little more than background decorations, useful in only child-making. Rebellious to a tee in her late father's eyes, Celena's attitude under her polite mannerism did little to distract men from her beauty. Often spoke of as the most beautiful woman to ever come out of the Westerlands, Celena took pride in her appearance, as much as her secret fighting abilities. She often found it most enjoyable when she was in the midst of things, whether that was in the gossip circles of a group of ladies or the melee in a tournament with the brawling knights.


She was quite close to Martyn, as she found his stoic nature made him a perfect listener. She was annoyed with him at first for tailing her and at her mother for asking him to do so, but after seeing him give her the privacy most of the time when she asked, as well as physically beat some accosting men to a pulp, she warmed up to him. Tiber's distant nature kept him at an arms length though, and his willingness to resort to a ruthless and what Celena view as "honor less" nature did nothing to bridge the gap. Still, she had to respect him, as he treated her less as a political tool and more as a human being, unlike the previous Lord Lannister.


Bio:


When her father first spoke of Celena's duties and the possibility of a marriage that she didn't choose, Celena protested about the unfairness of it all. That was also the day her father first struck her, and when she vowed that she would learn to fight and defender her own maidenhood if needed. Sneaking off every time Martyn had training, she watched the brother she trusted more and mimicked the motions of his practice moves, with the assistance of her best friend and first handmaiden, Kylie. After a few nights of sneaking off, one of the instructors caught her and her accomplice red handed. Expecting another punishment from her father, the instructor surprised her by asking her to meet him with her handmaiden the night after. Arriving and expected a trap, Kylie and Celena were both surprised to see the instructor with his wife, both dressed for sparring and holding out equipment. He introduced the duo to her and their training began in earnest.


Ordering some armor and weapon through several different sources under false names, Celena gained a suit custom made armor to covered her feminine figure as well as a light but durable long sword and shield to match. Excited, she entered her first tournament, joining in the melee instead of the main event, as she didn't know how to joust at the time. Against better judgement of course, she painted a sun shedding a single tear on her chest plate and shield, called herself the Suntear Knight, and stepped into the melee pit with 99 other knights competing. What she didn't know was that Martyn was one of them.


After a hard struggle, she stood alongside a few other knights and stared at her older brother with his two handed broadsword. He went through the five that charged at him first almost effortlessly, and only when the sixth man tried to bash him with a shield did he dropped his sword to rip the piece of metal from the other man's arm and smashed the side of the attacker's helmet with it. Before long only she, another knight, and her brother remained. Terrified of getting hurt or hurting her brother, she continued to freeze as unarmed Martyn sidestepped a slash from the other man and tripped the knight backwards, before a well placed punch landed on the back of the knight's helmet, knocking him out. Gathering her courage, Celena charged at Martyn.


Her eyes refocused at the sky a moment later, as she laid her back down among the other fallen knights on the ground. She lifted her sore self enough to see her brother walking away and be greeted as the winner of the melee. What the Lioness didn't know was that when Martyn took her down, he saw her eyes through her visor (his helmet was off by then) and recognized his little sister in the armor. He never confronted her about the incident since. Knowing she would be needed to watch the final rounds of the joust, Celena got up despite what the local Maester treating the wounded said and hurried to where Kylie waited.


A few moments later, a bruised (though thankfully nowhere that wasn't covered by her dress) and sore Celena cleaned up herself and done her hair in a simple style sat down in the stands with Kylie's assistance, and they watched as another knight got unseated from his horse by a well placed lance strike. Bored and reviewing the events earlier in the day, the seemingly sudden roar of cheering around her startled Celena out of her thoughts. The final joust was over, and the victor walked up to be awarded.


Paying only half attention, Celena clapped, not noticing the collective intake of breath by the female population of the area as the handsome young knight rode over until he was directly in front of her and asked her permission to place the crown of flowers upon her head. She smiled politely before kneeling slightly, allowing the knight to place the wreath of flowers on her and then shouting loudly to the audience that Celena Lannister was the Queen of Love and Beauty of this tourney, and Celena couldn't help but blush. She didn't managed to catch the name or coat of arms on the knight's shield, but from the incoherent babble of Kylie found out later that he was Trevir Arryn of House Arryn. Thankful, Celena waited until Kylie finally calmed down to hold a proper conversation, thinking he would begin courting her soon enough.


Then a series of events happened so quickly Celena never got a chance to process everything. First was her betrothal to some whelp from the Riverlands, to which Tiber surprisingly stood up for her. Then her father passed, and though she felt guilty, she didn't feel near bad enough to actually bring herself to mourn for the man. Before she knew it, she had snuck off along with Tiber and Martyn's force and was fighting in the Westerlands in a civil war of sort. Her first battle had been a rough one, as the shock of actually taking a man's life rocked her for two sleepless nights and days. When she recovered, they were surrounding Tarbeck Hall and held it under siege. The Tarbecks and the Reynes were crushed when the gates opened, and Celena watched with disgust as her elder brother ordered the slaughter of the entire house. Seizing their seats and reconstructing the trades and infrastructure of the Westerlands, she would oft feel her ire against Tiber for his actions, though she kept her mouth shut about it, knowing that her ruse would be shown should they question on how she attained the knowledge of the executions.


Other: Though her logical mind and experiences told her that it was impossible, Celena still had child like fantasies of finding "the one man" of her dreams and settling down with him. Still, due to the experiences she had with her father, she has her heart well guarded after, often treating would be suitors coolly as she regarded them with what she would considered "an objective view." An above average fighter, Celena can hold her hold and even beat a good majority of knights in single combat, utilizing her speed for the lack of strength in a contest. She also carries a few hidden dagger on her persons at all times, tucked away on her body and in her clothes.


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Name: Rowan Tarly


Gender: Male


Age: 24


Titles: Heir of House Tarly, Ser


Alias: The Fair Tarly


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Rowan Tarly has a rather naive view about the world, at least outside of the martial experience. His father, the current Lord Helyon Tarly, is renouned for his discipline and martial prowess, while his mother, a gentle lady from the House of Merryweather, is a soft spoken women, as typical as the image of a "Southern Lady" to most people. While Helyon has done much to groom Rowan as a knight and a man of marital prowess, he did not have time to teach Tarly of the skills needed to maneuver within the battlefields of politics. As such, in the isolation of the barracks, training pits, jousting lines and archery ranges of Horn Hill, Rowan grew to think similarly about knights, kings, dragons and other such things as a child or a foreigner of Westeros would.


To Rowan, knights were supposed to uphold honor and defend the helpless. Certainly it was what his father taught to him, and what he enforced within the ranks of the multitude of swords of House Tarly. Dragons were either monsters that hoarded gold or women and needed to be slain, or servants of House Targaryen and the crown. Ladies were to be respected as they were fragile things and properly protected (as Rowan only had his mother and little sisters to learn from). Lords and Ladies of the Houses should look after and care for their subjects' well being. The few times other nobles would visit Horn Hill, Rowan would either be deployed on long range patrols on the Red Mountains or still recovering from his injuries, and thus never had any real exposures to court intrigue before.


One of, if not the, strongest bannermen of House Tyrell, House Tarly's military forces are substantial to say the least. Understanding this, Rowan studied everything from leading troops in battle and marching formations to logistic supply routes and espionage and covert strike force. He just has this childlike innocence about the cruel world in general. If something he sees that contradicts what he thought should happen, Rowan would become very confused at them, not necessarily understanding what's going on but seek out knowledge to explain the phenomenon. He does have on pet peeve though: Despite having been in fights to the death before, he had not sustained severe injuries on his body, and his handsome face often became the subject of jokes from men that assumed him "soft." Even after winning challenge duels against countless of them, the name of Fair Tarly stuck on his persons, much to Rowan's annoyance.


Biography:


The first of three sons and a daughter by Helyon Tarly and Mariette Tarly nee Merryweather, Rowan was the only child to have been conceived by his father before the infamous "Weasel Purge," when the inhuman crimes of Lord Lonnel Osgrey of House Osgrey was discovered by an escaped slave. The House at Leafy Lake had taken up kidnapping and forming a human trafficking ring to Essos Slavers, along with using the kidnapped as "entertainment" for foreigners and house guests. Among which was Helyon's own little sister, Katleen. With the blessings of the Crown, House Tyrell ordered the arrest and imprisonment of all of House Osgrey forces. Unfortunately for those orders, Helyon had received news of his sister first, and the young lord rode with his full strength against Leafy Lake.


Helyon never spoke of what had happened or what he found when he got there, but rumored had it that Katleen was near catatonic when they found her, raped repeatedly and carrying a undoubtedly bastard child within her. When Helyon ordered a maester to come Katleen suddenly got up from her tower cell and threw herself out of a nearby window. What was known for certain was that the fires that came from Leafy Lake could be seen for miles by the Tyrell forces following the vanguard strike, and when they got there the former seat of power for House Osgrey had been leveled, brick by brick, with no stone unturn, and every living soul of the place sent to the Stranger.


This of course did nothing to smooth the turbulent history in the relations between House Tarly and Tyrell, who had often struggled for the control of the Reach, overt or otherwise. Unhappy with having their order ignored, the leader of the Tyrell forces dismissed House Tarly's forces, along with their Lord. Mariette would later recall that the only thing that kept Helyon sane was the look of his happy son when he returned to Horn Hill. From then on, Helyon always took the time to teach each of his offspring how to defend themselves, and fight to the death, especially his daughter when she was born. Rowan had the responsibility of being a son, the eldest son of a lord, an older brother to two brothers and a sister as well as a warrior saddled on him, and he bore all of it happily. His father taught him to be a good man, and Rowan would do no less to make his father proud, studying and practicing hard.


Rowan was no Mountain Lion of Casterly Rock, or White Falcon of the Eyrie, but he could hold his own against most opponents. He was actually in the tourney where the White Falcon won the main competition and the Martyn Lannister won the melee, and lasted long enough in the melee to make his father proud. Later that day he would have to kill his first man in an honor duel for calling him a "sackless milkboy." After putting up a happy and valiant face to his father and the other bannermen around congratulating him, when they departed Rowan vomited outside of his tent, and caught the attention of his mother. Only Mariette and Rowan knew that the young man cried himself to sleep that night. Over time, the young man became dulled to the act to taking lives with his hands, having to regularly root out bandits hiding in the Red Mountains. Still often when he goes to bed at night, Rowan can see the faces of nearly every man he had slain.


With the Coronation Party happening, Rowan and his parents left Horn Hill to the stewardship of his younger brother, Oswen, the next in line and rode with a band of guards to join the Tyrell convoy up the Roseroad to King's Landing.


Other: Rowan, while inexperienced in politics, is an excellent commander and fighter, having bested many hedge knights that stopped by Horn Hill for a quick job or long term employment under House Tarly. Outside of training however, he has only a basic grasp on social etiquette from a theoretical point of view, and practically no knowledge over the political landscape of Westeros. He has slept with a girl before, one had he fully intent on marrying. However, upon his parent's discovery and the fact she was a lowborn, he was sent back to training and the girl away. This was one of the instances where Rowan had been very confused by his parents actions, as they often told him that his wife should be someone he cared for and treasured, and supported him. To Rowan, the girl had fitted all of those qualifications, but later deferred to his parents wishes after discovering about highborn and lowborn differences.


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Name: Nagito Nasurumi


Gender: Male


Age: 30


Nicknames / Titles: Whispering Wind, The Second Death, The Beggar Swordsman.


Marital Status: Voluntary Celibacy


Personality:


Nagito, at first glance by anyone, is a poor, dirty vagabond. His hair is unkempt and wild, his clothes are either tattered, old, dirty, or all of the above. While it allows his opponent to underestimate him until he strikes, it's also unintentional on the most part. Nagito just usually don't have enough money to feed and lodge himself as well as pay for a bath, though sometimes he does dirty himself before a battle so that a particular arrogant opponent would underestimate him. Unlike nearly everyone from his homeland, he couldn't care less about tradition or "the proper way of fighting." Instead he has made himself extremely flexible in how to approach different opponents, willing to adapt and adopt tactics not generally thought of by fighters around.


Very observant of the individual opponent, this observation does not translate to the "bigger picture" to Nagito. He has no interest in the schemes of politics, nor does he study in order to maneuver armies and win wars and nations. Nagito's only concern regards to his opponent(s) directly around him, and nothing else but the battle of the moment. In preparing his mind and body to counter a particular opponent however, he is peerless. Nagito's speed is said to be so fast, one could not see him as he moved with his weapon, and that when he trains in the rain, his sword slices through individual raindrops as they fall, keeping the area directly under him dry.


A quiet man even by nature, to anyone not speaking Yi Tish, Nagito might as well be mute, using his body gestures to communicate with others mostly.


Biography:


Nagito Nasurumi was born in Yi Ti, in a small fishing village. At the place, the only place of note was a small swordsmen school within the village. The master of school wasn't even the best within the nation, but did study (supposedly) under the legendary swordsman, Satoshi Miyamo, the Sword of the Wind. Nagito's introvert personality as well as his lack of interest in socialization led him to be ostracized by others of his age, and so spent all of his disposable time training his mind, body and soul to becoming a swordsman. Under this master, Nagito gained the basics of swordsmanship within the general style in Yi Ti, and after defeating his master in battle, went off to travel around the nation, challenging other masters to duels and won every single one of them, especially after studying the styles of the opposing masters and adapting impromptu techniques to defeat each opponent specifically.


Rumor has it that Nagito couldn't afford to wash before reaching his first destination, a school three days distance from his home town. As such, the students and even the master of the school laughed and mocked him, ultimately underestimating the dirty young man until he handily defeated all of them, including the headmaster of the school. Since people say that Nagito abstain from baths and cleanliness since to throw his opponents off. This isn't true of course, but Nagito never correct them. The local lords kept their distance whenever he arrived at a local region, due to his appearance. After traveling for a bit and defeating every master he could find, the veteran finally found the one man he looked for: Satoshi Miyamo. The God-Emperor, still having some influence at that time, forbid the duel, wanting to keep both men within his forces.


Alas, neither men acknowledge the order, knowing that in order to test their own limitation, one must win, and the other must fall. The two warriors met at sunset at the countryside near the coastal capital of Yi Ti, and there drew their swords against each other. Witnesses said that both Nasurumi and Miyamo made a single cut each, crossing each other at speeds faster than the blink of an eye. A deep cut opened on Nagito's cheek, but it was Miyamo that fell to the ground, dead from a laceration that stretched from his shoulder to his hip. Outraged, the God-Emperor ordered Nasurumi's execution, and that he may keep his honor by ritual suicide. When the ruler's messenger and headsmen reached Nagito, he became the first to do what he did in fact of an edict made by what many people considered a god: he spat on the ground and killed his would be executors.


The veteran left Yi Ti shortly after that, traveling to the Qarth, where he begged for money mostly. However, he occasionally took jobs as a sell sword, hunting down a notorious pirate preying off the merchant commerce reaching the city, Seranos the Scoundrel. Instead of merely paying him and being grateful however, the powers that be thought the Beggar Swordsmen to be a threat, having such skills as to quickly cut through the Seranos' guards and ending the man's life before most could react on the pirate fleet's capital ship. As such, they sent several Sorrowful Men after the unkempt warrior begging for spare money at one of Qarth's street corners. All were killed.


Nagito's legend spread since then, rumor having that he had three Faceless Men within his kill tally, along with a dozen or so Sorrowful Men and even, as the more liberal of the rumors had it, a Shadow Assassin and a Shadowbender from Asshai. He became known as "the Second Death" to have come out from the Jade Sea, which in context shocks many, while other scoff at the theatrical name, as "the First Death" was a plague that came from trade in that region and killed many in Essos, even reaching as far as Westeros itself (though much of the Western Continent was spared). Those who have seen Nagito in action called him "the Whispering Wind," as only those who were already dead could not hear the sword as it cuts through the air. However, despite the widespread rumors, not many actually knows what the man looks like. Some expressed that he is a well kept and eloquent gentlemen, who only draws his sword to defend maiden's honor, while others argued that he is clad in strange armor that gives him the visage of a demon. In truth, aside from his tatter looking swords and a walking stick as well as his Yi Ti physiology, one would be hard-pressed to differentiate Nagito from any street side beggar.


No one can say what drives the Beggar Swordsman forward, but he does search for a "dragon spawn." He had heard a prophecy made about him that said this person would have what he searched for, despite Nagito not even knowing what that might be. Now he travels throughout Essos, begging his way to the next city, town or village, in order to find and pledge his sword to said man or woman of this description.


Other: Nagito rarely speaks, and when he does is in Yi Tish. He doesn't know any other languages, but can read people's body languages and expressions well enough to nearly always get their intentions and spot next moves. He carries a katana and a wakizashi on his waist. While both looked old and tattered on their sheath, but are actually made with what look like Valyrian steel and very well maintained. He also uses a bo staff made of soft, malleable wood as a walking staff. He does not wear any armor outside of his old Yi Ti warrior garb.


"My sword cuts through the illusions, and shows me the truth." -Nagito Nasurumi.
 
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Appearance/Armor & Clothes: Black leather gauntlets, a belt that wraps around his waist and a bit of his abdomen. His more noticeable clothes are his black cut-off hood, with the Stark House symbol on the back, and his travelling wolf coat that he wears almost all the time.


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Name
: Hadar Stark


Gender
: Male


Age
: 28


Nicknames/Titles
: The Black Wolf


Weapons
: 2 black, steel, daggers that are curved (ones in the picture). His favored and most used weapons, even though they aren't common he still uses them for they were a gift from a friend in Westeros during his many travels there, and because he likes the design. It is not known to him the origins of these weapons but he has his suspicions. His other weapon is a Sword with an odd black blade he likes to carry on his back, crafted by himself to his own design, with help of course.


Marital Status
: Single


Personality
: Hadar is kind of a solo guy, always travelling yet not entirely known to every House. Some say he's not a man to be reckoned with but in all honesty he is a quiet person, always keeping to himself and helping out those who need his help. The last thing you would want to do would be to aggravate him because once he is tempered he is like a wolf, he'll fight as fearsome and ferocious as you've ever seen a man.


Biography
: Hadar's brother is Timos Stark, and his father being the brother of Tadhg Stark, Lord of Winterfell. Back when he was younger, Hadar was always fascinated by wolves and the snow, always spending hours outside. His family encouraged him spending time in the snow, which was a good thing because he found the companion of a life time. Once on a mid winter day he had wandered off a little ways outside of the Kingdom, almost getting lost. As he ran around trying to find his way back he heard them. Wolves. At first he thought of it as an adventure but when he heard some of the wolves growl it worried him, except for one. It was a little wolf, or so he thought, that had wandered off as well, almost like the 2 were one in the same, alone and cold. The wolf wasn't a wolf at all, not being apart of the pack nearby, in fact it was a dog (a husky) mistaken for it's wolf like appearance and black an white fur. From that day forth the two have been best friends, always travelling together.


With travelling Hadar went on many a hikes along the mountains and some of the other kingdoms of the land, exploring the world the way he saw fit and not having anyone question the way he did things. He considered himself a risk taker whenever he tried out new things, thinking he can take on the world. By now he is known as the Black Wolf throughout a good lot of the kingdoms from his black jacket and aggressive fighting style.


Skills: Some of the skills Hadar has involve very advanced survival techniques since he's always travelling, not to mention his prominent skill in hand to hand combat. Whenever he fights hand-to-hand he makes sure to knock down the other person in a burst of furious punches. His sword fighting is based around pure agility and reaction time, attempting to out match his opponents through speed and using his rage to fuel his strength.


Pet: He has a pet husky named Braxis, sometimes being mistaken for a wolf because of his wolf like appearance. Braxis is the most reliable companion a man could ever have, being quite intelligent for a dog and mostly doing what he is told, listening to Hadar only unless told otherwise.


Other: Nephew of Tadhg Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and the older brother of Timos Stark.


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Ravenna Stark




Gender: Female


Age: 27


Nicknames/Titles: She prefers to be addressed by her name ( I am really bad at nicknames/titles, if you have any suggest!), but behind her back, she is dubbed "The Bear" or "The Maiden Fair", much to her displeasure. Those who have been caught using these names often end up black and blue.


Marital Status: Single


Family Position: Second eldest child of the Stark Lord. (Or eldest, depending upon who shows interest in the Starks)


House: Stark


Appearance: (Differences from the picture a little) Ravenna is rather physically imposing, standing at 6 feet tall, with a rather muscular figure from years of exercise, combat, and martial training. Her raven-black, unkempt hair is short, extending only a little bit past her shoulders. She normally ties it up in a pony tail or simply doesn't bother. Her facial features are stern, with an almost pointed chin, blocky facial features, hooked eyebrows, constantly chapped, thin lips, and a bit of a snub-nose. Her eyes are a hazel, but with a piercing and intense, often harsh gaze. She had never been exactly pretty before her fight with the bear, but after, many were repulsed simply by the sight of her.


In her late teens, she received a dreadful scar from a brown bear. Two of the bear's claws had mangled the right side of her face. Starting from her lower forehead, deep cuts reach down through the empty socket of her right eye, down to the side of her lips. A large part of her lower cheek is missing there, revealing a bit too many teeth on the right side, and twisting her lips into a permanent snarl.


Personality: Ravenna is hardly the typical noblewoman. Crude and to the point, she often ignores the finer points of noble life. She can be seen wearing men's clothing whenever possible, and interacting more with the commoners than nobles. She is fiercely passionate for what she cares for, but carries a fiery temper, and can be known to hold long-lasting grudges. She's always loved a good challenge, and is thrilled by the excitement of combat. She does not take particular joy in killing or inflicting pain, but the combat is what she enjoys. She has no stance on romantic relationships, having not met anyone to her tastes, although she prefers men.


Biography: Born as a rather small child, and ill for the first few weeks of her life, the Stark Lord and his wife did not believe she would survive long, but yet, she did, her fierce hazel eyes opening once the sickness had passed. Throughout her childhood, Ravenna was growing at a rather abnormal rate, big-boned and tall. Her/the younger sister/kennel master's daughter frequently mocked her for this, calling her "Spade face" because of her blocky facial features and pointed chin. Despite this, she proved to be a courageous child, obsessed with wandering the God's Wood, pretending to be heroes from Old Nan's tales, fighting her older sibling with sticks. Her mother disapproved of this behavior, but Old Nan claimed it was the best for her, as she "has a spirit as wild as a wolf". Only partially convinced, Ravenna's mother decided to try and properly tame the girl once she entered her teens.


Despite her mother's attempts to civilize her, Ravenna only grew bolder, wandering in the woods outside of Winterfell, joining the training matches hosted by the Master of Arms in Winterfell, and even hunting. Desperate, her mother arranged a marriage for her, hoping a man could tame her wild heart. However, one on particularly rebellious night, only a month before the wedding at age 17, Ravenna entered the woods, with an axe and a small bow. She was following the tracks of a small group of deer, only to hear the cracking of twigs too late. She turned, eyes widening as the bear charged out of the bushes. She raised her axe, swinging it, the weapon cutting into the bear's jaw. but jamming into the bone and becoming stuck. As she desperately tried to pull it out, the bear roared, swiping its paw across her face, rending her skin and tearing out her eye and a chunk of flesh from her cheek. She fell to the ground, unconscious from the shock near instantly. The bear presumed her dead and ran, hearing the sound of approaching Winterfell Guards.


After a month of a coma, during which a worrying infection that had set over her wounds, nearly ending her life. The best treatment the Maester could give is what saved her, so Ravenna awoke, two days before her scheduled wedding. Despite her protests, she was dragged down to the Great Hall to meet her groom-to-be. However, after gazing upon her face, the nobleman's son spit upon the ground and left, cancelling the marriage to her secret relief. However, the anger from both of her parents caused them to lock her in her chambers, determined to do something with her, but unsure exactly what. However, after the bear, Ravenna had changed. Despite whatever she chose to do, all she could think about, was the fight. The thrill of seeing her axe dig into flesh, the adrenaline, the hear thumping excitement of the encounter. She began to sneak out through the second story window using a rope made of her bedsheets, meeting in the night with a friend in the guard, continuing her training with a new fervor, growing stronger and faster. A month had past, with her parents slowly allowing her to roam the castle grounds openly again, after being convinced she wouldn't try anything like her hunt again.


They were horribly wrong. One bright night, she snuck out again, stealing the bardiche belonging to the recently-deceased Master of Arms who had trained her when she was young. She made her way into the woods, bardiche in hand, blood pumping, a hungry, wolfish grin spread across her ruined face.


As the sun rose, and the Lord Stark had guards searching for a missing Ravenna, she approached the Hunter's Gate. Her father and mother watched as she entered the courtyard, clothing splattered in blood, a proud grin on her face, the blood-coated bardiche in one hand, the severed bear's head in the other. She had sustained several new wounds from the fight, but deemed it all worth it.


After that incident, her father simply gave up, declaring that he "Couldn't put a wolf in sheep's clothing," She was allowed to do as she pleased around the castle, as long as she stayed relatively safe. And so, none were too surprised to see her become a regular part of the training exercises in the courtyard held by the new Master of Arms, declaring that she would serve the Starks in combat, instead of "In some fuckin' frilly dress pretending to blush and be entertained by some fuckin' lord's whelp,"


In her mid-twenties, Ravenna and a dozen of her friends amongst the guard, began to depart for week long treks, hunting bandits and the like, dragging them back to Winterfell for punishment, or killing them if they resisted, the option she preferred, although she was bored by the fact that few put up much of a fight.


Her wish was seemingly granted when the Starks rallied to march South with the Baratheons against the Targaryen crown. She knew she might die in the combat, but had no care as long as she had a good fight before the Old Gods claimed her.


Other: Trouble seeing long-distance, turns her head a little to the right if she wants to focus on something.


She carries her signature bardiche into battle. A rather uncommon weapon in Westeros, but a powerful one that she can appreciate. She also wears lamellar and chain armor, with a few pieces of the set containing plate mail, such as the ones guarding her wrists.


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Haelga Greyjoy




Gender: Female


Age: 25


Nicknames / Titles: "The Wandering Kraken", "Kraken of the Lonely Light", "The Axewoman of the East" (To those of Eastern Essos)


Marital Status: Single


Family Position: Second eldest, younger sibling of Conn Greyjoy


House: Greyjoy


Personality: Incredibly apathetic, and quiet at most occasions, most would fail to even so much as notice Haelga's presence. Her quiet, piercing stare would unnerve nearly any man, even without her saying anything. She has never felt truly comfortable around Westerosi, or even her fellow Ironborn. After all, her own father shoved her away at birth, so how could she truly trust any of them, even her family whom she never knew? The only folks whom Haelga has ever trusted, are the Farwynds, just strange enough to understand her, and those of Essos, to whom she can appear to be anyone she wishes to. She has a special fondness for the sea, and the determination and intuition to find her way through any storm. She is driven by her vision for what would make the world better, so that all can live as Kings and Queens.


Biography: At a young age, Haelga was removed from the Greyjoy household by her father, Benjamin Greyjoy, simply because she held too much similar in her appearance to her late mother, Bejamin Greyjoy's wife. Her father sent Haelga away, as far as she could be sent within the Greyjoy's realm, and that meant Lonely Light, home of House Farwynd, reputed to be insane shapeshifters by the other Ironborn. However, Haelga found them much to her liking, open-minded people with a thirst for exploration, which inspired her own.


She was constantly on the decks of a longship, determined to follow the Farwynd family whenever they went out, even for simple things, determined to learn how their ships so gracefully crossed the waters.


In her late teens, she was learning, and had even commanded a longship over a few voyages, making her feel incredibly proud of herself and her skills. On the sea, she felt truly at home, so when some older brother she had never even met came asking for her to head West and retrieve something for him, she was only too happy to oblige.


She left at age 19, and returned six years later, ships laden with exotic goods, foreign mercenaries, and most valuable of all.... the egg of a dragon.


Other: Haelga is infamous for her skill with throwing axes. She is skilled with a shield an axe, but when throwing axes, she has yet to meet any that can truly be her equal.


Whilst Conn is better in naval combat, Haelga is the superior when it comes to sailing and navigation. Thanks to her childhood with the Farwynds, Haelga is a sailor like none other, with her sights set on the world beyond. With her skill in writing, and the quick-minded adaptivity of the Farwynds, she has been able to learn the tongues of those from the Far West, and if all goes well on her journey back to the Iron Islands, she may be able to open trade routes and alliances, all to better her people.




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Name: Giaou Jiang'Ye


Gender: Male


Age: 35


Nicknames / Titles: Man of Many Faces


Marital Status: Widowed


Backstory: A renowned preformer of dramas in Yi Ti in his earlier years, Giaou learned the art of acting, of pretending to be someone else. He became quite skilled in using a collection of herbs, sediments and "Makeup" to change one's appearance, to the point of making them vastly unrecognizable to others. Giaou and his wife worked together on the stage, acting out various of the nation's more famous dramas for the nobles and common folk alike, until his wife's passing due to a local illness. Giaou grew lost, and without his dearest, none of his performances had much of their appeal anymore. He wandered the lands of Essos, selling his services as a spy of sorts, infiltrating cities whilst under disguise, obtaining info for his masters, or in rare cases, getting his hands dirty for a few extra coins. He was found by Haelga during her journey in Essos, and recruited into her service. He has little strength or combat skill, but his skill in espionage more than makes up for it.


Personality: Not even those who know Giaou particularly recognize many personality traits unique to him and not one of his many disguises. However, he has been noted to be polite and with a passion for acting, although his "acting" has notably taken a darker turn.


Apperance: "A man stood on her right, massive, bear of a man, with a strange, disturbingly realistic metal mask covering his face, a spiked cone-shaped helmet decorated with red-colored horsehairs hanging from the top, and thick lamellar armor covered in small metal plates"


Ravosk is an astounding 7 feet tall, and is built like an ox. He has yet to take off his mask.


Name: Ravosk Kierwolzka


Gender: Male


Age: 31


Nicknames / Titles: Bear


Marital Status: Single


Backstory: A native to the dark, ancient forests of Mussovy, Ravosk grew up in a land that can only be described as "Strange" to those not from it. He became a warrior with a fearsome reputation, his massive bardiche cutting down the "Demons" of the Mussovy forests. He and several of his fellow warriors were exiled from his homeland after a violent confrontation with a few members of his village, and wandered the lands as a mercenary until being recruited by Haelga.


Personality: Being a mute, Ravosk has no option but to let his actions speak louder than his words. He has a calm demeanor, and a staunch loyalty to those he swears himself to, but grows angry easily, and is often unable to control his immense strength.


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Corbis stands at 5'4, with a thick, chubby figure. He has greasy, smelly platinum hair, and a ragged beard extending under his neck. He has a bumped nose with a few boils on it, and fat, shriveled lips. His eyes are beady with a murky purple coloring. His skin is often reddish from exertion, and splotched with a few greyscale patches from the disease that nearly claimed him in his youth.


Name: Corbis Targaryen


Gender: Male


Age: 21


Nicknames / Titles: Every foul curse word imaginable


Marital Status: Single (Who the fuck would willingly marry him)


Personality: A foul, cruel creature of the likes of those from the stories meant to scare wayward children. Corbis Targaryen is somehow vile and insane enough that his father, The Mad King, would consider him too unstable to take the throne after him. Corbis takes delight in the pain of others, even being aroused by it. Beyond greed, anger, envy, hate, and other such vile things, he has no recognizably human emotions. He has a cruel jealousy of his sisters, and a hate for his father, and although he is not the one who hired the assassin to kill his father and try and kill his sister, he wishes he did. He seeks to see himself sat upon the Iron Throne, with the heads of his sweet sisters on pikes. He has a love for violence and drug use, indulging excessively in both.


Biography: Corbis was born undersized and sickly, catching greyscale early on that left his skin covered in patches for the rest of his life. He grew up with a damaged mental state that many simply blamed on him being the son of the Mad King. Throughout his childhood, he was raised as the heir to the throne, spoiled and pampered beyond measure. However, with all this power at his finger tips, he grew gluttonous, lusty, spiteful, and even sadistic. He took a secret pleasure in making the poor of Flea Bottom kill eachother in the Dragon Pit during the dark of night, the winner of these "fights" receiving a single golden dragon. He ignored his siblings since his birth, seeing them as below him. After all, due to inheritance laws and Targaryen customs, he would inherit the throne, and marry one of them. Corbis continued along down his dark path, decreeing that all criminals be burnt alive, forcing himself upon the wives of commoners and then executing them for adultery, and even trying to burn the Great Sept of Baelor down with wildfire after the High Septon refused to consider Aegon one of the Seven.


Corbis considered himself above the law, the faith, and even his own father.


Osmund Baratheon was the lord whom lead those calling for justice against Corbis, and eventually, the Small Council was called to decide what to do. Eventually it was decided that Corbis would be denied his inheiritance, although many called this too light of a punishment. When questioned, Maeryn simply claimed that he would not kill his own son, and when Osmund made a particularly brash joke about Maeryn's relations with Corbis, he was executed, much to the delight of Corbis.


Other: THE DEVIL
 
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Name: Yakone Azzni Dulak


Gender: Male


Age: 22


Nicknames / Titles: Yakone the Brutal


Marital Status: Looking


Personality: Yakone is a high ranking bandit chief, he is often rude but cares for his fellow raiders and is extremely relentless and ruthless in battle. He wishes to make a joke out of everything and often has a sexual nature.


Biography: Yakone grew up in the Kingdom of the North. Yakone often played outside with his friends at the young age, occasionally getting into trouble with the law. Yakone didn't mind as he thought he was being "cool". Though when his parents found out, he got the beating of his life.


As he grew up, his parents neglected him more and Yakone still spent most of his time outside. This time, more in the tavern. One night, he was with a group of friends and a group of people (who were actually apart of the raider group) entered the tavern. They insulted Yakone and his friends up until his friends and Yakone attacked. As excepted, Yakone and his friends lost the fight. The bandits admired Yakone's strength and reported to their leader.



After about two weeks, Yakone was kidnapped by the same bandits and slowly became one of them. Yakone raided throughout all of the lands (even outside of the Kingdom of the North). He continued to raid then eventually became a bandit chief.



Other:

  • Heterosexual,
  • His raider group's name is the Wolverines
  • Tattoos
  • Wolverines' Motto:


Oh we'll rant and roar like true warriors


We'll rant and we'll roar for all that we be


We'll march from yonder all laden with plunder


Oh what treasures, what pleasures, then you will see


Farewell and good-bye to you fair women


Farewell and good-bye to you ladies of home


We've taken a liking to mayhem and fighting


Our blades we will bring down and sharpen again


We'll burn and we'll plunder and then we will sunder


Their heads from their necks and their gold from their purse


We'll meet them in battle and kill them like cattle


We'll drink their beer dry while the poor bastards curse


The first land we sighted we saw a tall spire


We crept up in darkness and set it aflame


We took silver and chalice for we bore in malice


And we hope that next year they won't be there again


We found a fat farmer, we found his fair daughter


We tickled him up with the point of a knife


He babbled and gabbled, gave us gold without haggle


The girl ran off screaming so we roasted his wife


Now let every warrior take up a his full tankard


Now let every warrior drink deep of strong ale


Our Wolverines' spearpoints will skewer 'em like pork joints


For richer and fatter the Wolverines will prevail!
 
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Astris Elize Baratheon

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Gender:

Female

Age:

18

Nicknames/Titles:

The Lightning Girl

Marital Status:

Single

Personality:

Astris is a conflicted young lady, torn between who she wants to be and who she needs to be. She wants to be her own person, headstrong and able to think for herself but instead she is the poised and calm she’s expected to be. After all, girls are just pawns in this game. Astris has learnt to think before she acts, keeping any issues or feelings bottled up inside while playing the perfect obedient daughter; and now the perfect sister. She doesn’t agree with how the world works but knows what she needs to do to survive it which is keep her head down and do as she’s told for now.

Biography:

Astris Elize Baratheon was born in a chaotic storm which set the tone for the rest of her conflicted and chaotic life. When she was younger she was wild and free, usually found playing with her brothers as the only daughter of the Baratheon house. It was during this time that she earned her title as the Lightning Girl. Astris was out dancing in the rain when she was hit by a bolt of lightning. Miraculously it didn’t kill her but it left her with a lightning flower scar down her right arm and over the back of her hand. It didn’t stop her spirit but soon after the event she started to grow up and realise what was expected of her. Her role in the game of thrones was to be married off for alliance purposes, serve her husband well and provide them with heirs. So Astris resigned herself to this for the most part and began to curb her behaviour since it was the only way she was going to survive this world.


The young lady took it hard when her father was killed but she did the opposite to her brother. In order to show their great house still cared while Braedon locked himself away, Astris took to the world outside of the castle. She talked with the people and comforted them in the loss of their lord; she did everything she could to make things alright and give her brother time to grieve, understanding that he needed it more than she did. Once he re-emerged, Astris put her faith in Braedon to avenge her father’s death and vowed to help him get it, even if that meant the dreaded marriage that she knew couldn’t be far off now.


Other:

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Gender:

Female

Age:

24

Nicknames/Titles:

Princess of Dorne

Marital Status:

Single




Personality:


Elia lacks the hotheadedness of the Dornish people for the most part although it does appear at times if she is especially angry or emotional. This does aid her though as it makes her a better ruler of Dorne. Elia will observe at the whole picture and be calculating with her approaches. She can be cunning and will do whatever needs to be done, not afraid to get her hands dirty.

Biography:

From a young age, Elia knew that she would be expected to rule Dorne one day and grew up trying to become the best she could be for that role. Sure she had a good childhood with playing and having fun with her siblings but the thoughts of her future were always at the back of her mind. Despite this, Elia wouldn’t change a thing about growing up in Dorne, it was beautiful and everyone was accepting around her. One of her favourite things was her archery lessons with her father since he insisted that every one of his children be able to defend themselves somehow.

When she was just 18 summers old however, Elia was forced to become the leader all very quickly after an illness took her parents from her. Now she was the ruler of Dorne and as such had a lot of responsibility. It took her a year or two before she truly found her feet in the role but by now, she definitely knows what she’s doing and is no longer a naïve young girl that many thought she was.

Other:

Skilled with a bow and arrow

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Arianne ‘Aria’ Martell

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Gender:

Female

Age:

21

Nicknames/Titles:

Princess




Marital Status:

Single

Personality:

Aria embodies all that is Dornish. She is free-spirited and wild while being hotheaded as well. For her it’s often a case of actions speak louder than words so she tends to be the first to act out of her siblings. This goes hand in hand with her quick thinking as it allows her to think on her feet as she throws herself into a situation. Arianne cares a lot for those close to her and is fiercely loyal to them always.

Biography:

It was very clear from an early age that Arianne was not going to be easily controlled. While Elia ended their playtime to go and learn how to rule one day, Aria would pull a disappearing act for hours, sometimes days on end as she went and explored Sunspear and anywhere else nearby. As she got older she loved, just like Elia the fighting lessons with their father. Pretty quickly she discovered how natural it felt to her to have daggers in her hands and it became second nature to her. And so it became that when she disappeared she could often be found fighting with soldiers or mercenaries, honing her skills and proving her worth as a fighter, not just as a girl.

At the end of the day though, Aria would always come home because family means everything to her, especially her father who she was very close to. As such when he died the young princess took it rather hard and spent over two months away just fighting and fighting to try and take her mind off of it before eventually returning home to her siblings. The only person who knew where she went was her twin brother because he was the one who brought her home. Often she will not leave him for too long now since he won't let her for fear that maybe next time she won't come back.

Other:

Fights with daggers of which there are always at least 2 on her person.

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Liana Martell

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Gender:

Female

Age:

17




Nicknames/Titles:


Princess

(also secretly the Shadow Serpent)

Marital Status:

Single

Personality:

Unlike her older sisters, Liana is not a fighter. At least not physically that is. For her, the trade and art of information is more appealing. She is cunning and quick witted, with a very good use of sarcasm. Don’t let her age fool you, Liana is wise beyond her years and knows what she’s doing. Her age does come in useful though as it means that not many suspect her of anything.

Biography:

As the second youngest Martell princess, Liana didn't have too much time with her parents, just 11 years which seems way too short in some ways but she was never that attached to her parents. Her mother was never around her much and mostly she only dealt with her father during the mandatory fighting lessons which she hated but went to anyways just to keep the peace. For Liana, information is often more useful than force and she prefers to use it. She was a curious child which is where it all started for her. The young princess could often be looked over, taken as almost invisible as a fly on the wall, listening into conversations that most believed she didn't understand because of her young mind. Unfortunately for them she did understand after making it her mission to never listen to a conversation and feel completely lost. It was a feeling she hated. In the past couple of years, Liana has started broadening her access to information by slowly creating a network of spies unbeknowst to anyone under her secret alias the Shadow Serpent. Currently she is hoping to keep this a secret because the less people think she knows, the more they reveal.

Other:

Can defend herself adequately with throwing knives if absolutely necessary

Has a small but slowly growing network of spies known as Shadows

Keeps writing letters to her brother in Essos

Princess Elia - 24

Prince Cayden - 22

Princess Arianne - 21

Prince ? - 21 (Arianne’s twin brother)

Prince ? - 18/19

Princess Liana - 17

Princess Kota - 14
 
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Name:
Tadhg Stark


Gender:
Male


Age:
54


Nicknames / Titles:
Lord Stark, Tadhg Stark


Marital Status: Married


Personality:
Usually peaceful and a great family type guy, even a great lord at that. He takes responsibility for almost everything, jokes with his men and treats everyone he can as an equal.


Biography:



Tadhg Stark is the head of House Stark. The North is one of the constituent regions of the Seven Kingdoms, and House Stark is one of the Great Houses of the realm. House Stark rules the region from their seat of Winterfell, and Tadhg also holds the title Lord of Winterfell. In addition, he is the Warden of the North.


Tadhg is married to a lady of House Tully. Though they barely knew one another when they wed, they formed a strong and loving marriage. They have a few children as well, Luna and Lupin, along with 3 othes. Nevertheless, Tadhg is well respected by his family. Lastly, Tadhg is a stoic, dutiful, and honorable man and is considered to embody the values of the North.


Other
: One of the few to still wield a Valyrian Steel sword. His brother is father to Hadar and Timos.


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Name and House: Katsa Borrell, Niece to Lord of Borrell


Gender: Female


Age: 18


Title: Lady Katsa (please call her this whenever speaking to her)


Moniker: The Lady Killer


Marital Status: Single because she swears she will never marry


Personality: Katsa is a fiercely independent woman who does not like being restrained. She has a somewhat apathetic nature due to the isolation in her past and can become easily angered. She will often seem stern and very serious, not laughing much at all, however she has a very kind heart and usually will seek to help people that have been wronged but this is not common. In her past she was seen as a ruthless killer, incapable of mercy but as years progressed she became more open and sociable.


Biography: Katsa never knew her parents, she had no siblings either just her cousins and uncle. When she was around the age of 7 Katsa could kill a man with her bare hands, being taken on by her uncle, Lord Borrell, as an assassin for him. During her younger years she was trained to work with smaller weapons such as shortswords and daggers, which is why she uses a shortsword and dagger as her main weapons, though later on she learnt how to use a bow and turns out she was a natural with it. She was told and assigned to kill the enemies of the Borrell house, never leaving a single one alive but this eventually turned her to a ruthless dog which, when she grew up, she sought to change. The people she killed always seemed like people that defied the laws and rules because they were fed up with all of it whenever she looked back on her past as young lady.


Around her teen years she had given up with trying to seem like a good person because she knew she never would be seen as one if she kept the way she was as a killer for her uncle, which is why she secretly would try and help people during night time, be it giving them some food to eat for their next meal or teaching young ones how to any object around their home as a weapon. To this day she is still an assassin for Lord Borrel.



Pet: Doesn't have a pet


Other: Her personal dagger, a steel shortsword and 6 throwing knives. One of her eyes is green like the brightest grass and the other is as blue as the sea. Niece to Lord of Borrell


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Name and House: Katsa Borrell, Niece to Lord of Borrell


Gender
: Female


Age
: 18


Title
: Lady Katsa (please call her this whenever speaking to her)


Moniker
: The Lady Killer


Marital Status
: Single because she swears she will never marry


Personality
: Katsa is a fiercely independent woman who does not like being restrained. She has a somewhat apathetic nature due to the isolation in her past and can become easily angered. She will often seem stern and very serious, not laughing much at all, however she has a very kind heart and usually will seek to help people that have been wronged but this is not common. In her past she was seen as a ruthless killer, incapable of mercy but as years progressed she became more open and sociable.


Biography
: Katsa never knew her parents, she had no siblings either just her cousins and uncle. When she was around the age of 7 Katsa could kill a man with her bare hands, being taken on by her uncle, Lord Borrell, as an assassin for him. During her younger years she was trained to work with smaller weapons such as shortswords and daggers, which is why she uses a shortsword and dagger as her main weapons, though later on she learnt how to use a bow and turns out she was a natural with it. She was told and assigned to kill the enemies of the Borrell house, never leaving a single one alive but this eventually turned her to a ruthless dog which, when she grew up, she sought to change. The people she killed always seemed like people that defied the laws and rules because they were fed up with all of it whenever she looked back on her past as young lady.


Around her teen years she had given up with trying to seem like a good person because she knew she never would be seen as one if she kept the way she was as a killer for her uncle, which is why she secretly would try and help people during night time, be it giving them some food to eat for their next meal or teaching young ones how to any object around their home as a weapon. To this day she is still an assassin for Lord Borrel.


Pet:
Doesn't have a pet


Other
: Her personal dagger, a steel shortsword and 6 throwing knives. One of her eyes is green like the brightest grass and the other is as blue as the sea. Niece to Lord of Borrell


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  • Name: Arren Tyrell


    Gender: Male


    Age: 37


    Nicknames / Titles: Lord Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Mander, Warden of the South, Defender of the Marches


    Marital Status: Single


 
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Name:


Evin Tyrell

Gender:

Male

Age:

19; appears rather younger.

Nicknames / Titles:

The Thorn

Marital Status:

Single; he doesn't seem terribly interested either, not in a sexual sense anyway.

Personality:

A very inquisitive fellow, Evin isn't terribly interested in the art of knighthood. He lacks ambition to take a crown or a throne, and doesn't wish it. While he did learn to use a sword or dagger, he doesn't much enjoy it and prefers very much to charm himself out of danger — something he's grown quite talented at. He is quite an optimist and extremely pleasant toward all he meets and prefers good company to solitude, even if he does only keep a couple close companions.

He may be optimistic and outgoing, but Evin Tyrell is no fool. He understands the Game.

He recognizes attractive features of both genders and will definitely tell you so, but doesn't seem to want to touch either. Evin firmly believes that flattery now could very well save him a flattening later. Be careful with this one: He'll make puns if you let him, and jokes, too, unless it seems he's crossed a line. He's bound to apologize profusely if he's accidentally offended you.

Biography:

A child of house Tyrell, but not necessarily an heir to the lordship. Evin is a Tyrell, but not the son of the lord.

He rather prefers it that way.

Evin was raised without siblings, and so sought companionship in the other children and sometimes adults he could find around. While other young boys were playing knight and dreaming of being in the Kingsguard, Evin Tyrell was more interested in what might be on the other side of those woods over there. He was an explorer at heart and didn't want the responsibilities that came with knighthood or, worse — lordship. So he didn't dare seek it.

As he grew, he struck out alone to explore the world. Evin was moderately trained in the art of swordsmanship but rarely chose to use it. He avoided danger where he could and talked his way out every other time.

He claims he was once kidnapped by bandits. He annoyed them so much they let him go.

Is there truth to the story? Maybe. Probably not, but maybe.

Other:

Evin Tyrell travels with Vysaera, and has a light, thin short sword he uses when he needs to.

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Name:

Vysaera Blackfyre

Gender:

Female

Age:

17

Nicknames / Titles:

Sometimes goes by Dragonshadow.

Marital Status:

Single

Personality:

More quiet and reserved than others of her name, Vysaera was perhaps not so lucky as others of the Targaryen family. When the coin was flipped, it seems to have landed on the wrong side.

Vysaera is not mad in the typical way of a Targaryen — a name she introduces herself with at times even if she doesn't truly own it. She isn't violent or obsessed with burning her enemies to ash. Vysaera's methods are not necessarily logical and she rarely takes to companionship.

She doesn't often make sense in her decisions, and at times does not give others her real names when she meets strangers. It's a toss up if she'll introduce herself as Blackfyre, Targaryen, just Vysaera, or Dragonshadow. She seems concerned with the political battles going on, but seems more interested in keeping herself out of the battle. She is a viable noble of house Blackfyre, but is incompetent at best when faced with the Great Game, so she does her best to stay away from home.

Biography:

Some Targaryens and Blackfyres are more lucky than others. Vysaera Blackfyre was one of the mad ones, though more... Strange than she was violent.

She grew up in house Blackfyre. Many questioned her mind, as they should — but she never seemed interested in the violence that existed around her. She was more interested in the history of her people — the Blackfyres and more so, the Targaryens. At times she identified herself as Targaryen, though she technically isn't.

At the age of 16, she found an egg. It was chipped and cracked, but she took it and in the secrecy to her room and left it in her fireplace.

After learning of the golden company, she left her home and took it with her.

She met Evin Tyrell then and took to him, keeping him with her as she strikes out to find Viserys and offer her support.

Other:

Evin Tyrell travels with Vysaera. She has a dragon egg. She cannot fight.

Will that be alright? I looked into what I could and read up as well as I could.

 
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Name:
Desgran Ordoun


Gender: Male


Age: 36


Nicknames / Titles: The Shadow King


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Desgran is widely considered among the Ibbenese to be the least patient of any in power. This is caused almost entirely by the fact that he doesn't have much time left to live and he knows it. As a result of cross-breeding between his Ibbenese father and Westerosi mother, Desgran is for the most part considered a monstrosity among his people, though the noble families seem to be the ones that care about that the most. His genealogy isn't the only issue for his people however. His physical appearance differs greatly from anyone in Ibben, namely in that he stands a full foot taller than the largest recorded Ibbenese full-blood and has a considerably smaller amount of hair along the entirety of his body. To go with his impatience, Desgran is notoriously careless for the lives of those who aren't his subjects, and encourages sacrifice, both animal and human, through Ibben in the name of progressing blood magic even if he sees the effects of that progress very rarely, if at all. This has led to rumors of Desgran encouraging sacrifice for the sake of killing alone in neighboring nations, which is in some ways true. Desgran hides his demented views from his subjects well, and covers the causes of what he does similarly so, though his people rarely question his actions given his status and how well he treats them in comparison to the rest of the world's commoners.


Biography:


Husband to a murdered wife, father to a murdered son; Desgran's father, a wealthy Ibbenese whaling-ship owner, endured an early-life crisis at the hands of an Ironborn raiding party during an expedition to find good whaling locations near the shores of Westeros. His entire family at the time was killed; that family consisting of his brother, wife, and new-born son. In his eyes it was a curse that he were one of the few to survive the attack, but as time would tell, he were meant to bring another child to this world. One that would change his homeland irrevertibly for generations. Years of sulking about and being sorry for himself later, Desgran's father met a woman in Westeros while drinking himself to oblivion who would numb the pain he felt for a time. They got together and all that good shit before heading back to Ibben together. Unfortunately for Desgran's father, his new permanent place of residence was a small home on the docks since it would be dangerous and impractical for him to have to accompany his wife every hour of the day, lest she be thrown in prison.


Nine months later, Desgran was born with surprisingly few physical impairments given the past history of cross-breeding between Ibbenese and others. Surprisingly few, was in fact none. At least none that were visible. Desgran was born with wildly inefficient organs which essentially left him in a perpetual state of illness. Up into his teenage years he were about the same size as any other Ibbenese. Then, he begun to exhibit signs of dying. Things such as coughing up blood on a regular basis, bouts of irregular weakness, and similar occurrences plagued him for almost a week before his father used what was left of his whaling fortune to hire the Ibbenese equivalent of a maester. He had the hope that his son could be saved and that this were just a disease that were affecting his child. The doctor found that there was not in fact a disease plaguing Desgran, but instead his organs were failing due to a variety of reasons. The payment was enough to warrant medicine, but not enough to last long.


Shortly after receiving the medicine, a mixture of herbs and foul-tasting drinks, Desgran found himself in the best health he had ever been in. In fact, he quickly began to grow in both height and muscularity. In a matter of months, Desgran had grown some two feet and gained well over two hundred pounds. This was of course very painful, but being the sickly monstrosity of a child he was, this wasn't anything he wasn't used to. Soon, however, the supplies begun to run low and his family simply didn't have the money available to pay for any more. This wasn't something Desgran was looking forward to, and thus made a great effort to find work in any field that would take him. He had expected to get hired on as a member of some whaling crew, but to his surprise ended up with a local noble coming to his home once he had heard of Desgran. The offer was simple. Live with the noble and train under him like a squire and his medicine will be payed for. An odd proposal to such a common person of Ibben, though Desgran wasn't common at all. The only real reason that he had caught the attention of the noble was that he was absurdly large and desperate.


Thamdar was the name of the man that had taken him in. A wealthy noble whose name was surprisingly enough unknown among the population. Such a wealthy man who owned an estate like the one he had shown Desgran was sure to be one people spoke of for better or worse. Thamdar wasted no time once Desgran had moved into the estate with him, taking a small room on the ground floor for the time being. He begun to teach Desgran of fighting to the best of his abilities. He admittedly wasn't a great fighter, but Thamdar had spirit enough to get Desgran interested. It wasn't long until he were better than Thamdar himself; only a few months in before the help of a trainer was required. Thamdar made quick work of hiring a skilled trainer in the art of battle, and that was when his training truly begun. His trainer had him choose a weapon from a display of several. Of course, growing up around axes he chose the battle ax; something he were familiar with, but not entirely skilled enough with to be considered a warrior. That decision started him down a dangerously aggressive path of training. His trainer figured that being as large as he was, Desgran would be much more inclined to simply obliterate his opponent with powerful swings rather than defeating them through skilled combat.


This training went on for years of his life until he were defeating his trainer with ease each time they fought, mostly through tearing his shield away and going for the kill-shot. Of course, these were only sparring matches and he had no intention of killing the man who trained him to fight. Shortly after a conversation between Thamdar and his trainer, Thamdar came to Desgran and told him that he was ready. For what, Desgran had no idea, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with fighting. The next day Thamdar took Desgran to a very large building that seemed too extravagant for the part of town it was in. It were a circular building made of carved stone from the outside, but inside it was so much more. Once through the large double-doors which many large men including himself were walking through, he saw that this was something of an arena. His father took him to a place like this early in life, but it were nowhere near as large and half the men at that place stank of piss and alcohol. Thamdar took him to a small room off of the main preparation area to tell him that with his training he couldn't lose and to be as flashy as he could be before sending him off.


The prep area was full of weapons and armor of varying style, most all of it being of leather or fur and the weapons consisting of either iron or obsidian. He took as much leather armor as could fit him and grabbed the largest ax on the rack before he was called up. Thamdar managed to get him to the arena almost exactly as he was scheduled to fight, which wasn't all too surprising to him. In the arena, the cheers from the crowd were almost deafeningly loud, leaving just enough of the announcer's voice audible to hear him claim that Desgran were the largest Ibbenese man in the world and that he had gone undefeated, as if that were supposed to surprise anyone given the nature of the fights. Just as the other warrior were coming into the clearing, the announcer said that the fight had begun, leaving the man in front of him to charge with a hand-ax held high. Desgran very simply sweeped it out of his hand with his much longer ax and kicked him square in the chest, knocking the air out of him and launching him some three feet backwards. At the request of the audience, Desgran then raised his own ax up and put it through the man's chest. All the way through.


With the odd feeling of killing a man out of the way, Desgran slaughtered foe after foe in the arena for months on end, making Thamdar even more rich and earning himself a great deal of fame in the city. Strangely enough, two years into his reign of the arena, Thamdar came to him with an offer. The reason few knew of him was because Thamdar was a member of the Thousand, a group of individuals that elect members of the shadow council, and he wanted to put Desgran up for election. Desgran held no opinion on the matter, but felt it would be a good move for him later in life if he needed it. Little did he know that his election would be almost unanimously agreed with and his position in Ibben would skyrocket so quickly. In less than a year, Desgran was made a member of a small group of governing officials who gave him the responsibilities of military affairs. This struck Desgran as a wildly incompetent move on their part. For all they knew he could lead a failed invasion which left the entirety of Ibben vulnerable, or worse, he could make policies which were not in the least bit favorable for anyone. It was only after his appointment that he discovered most everyone on the council at this point was put there for little more purpose than to enforce the agenda of the nobles or be a figurehead, Desgran being the latter. Desgran, near-furious with what he had learned of the governing body of the whole of Ibben, devised a plan to... resolve the issue. In stark contrast to every other military official that had been elected by the Thousand, Desgran met regularly with his generals and soldiers to make sure they were properly trained for one, and to gain their undisputed trust.


In other military news, Desgran's plans were coming to fruition, and thus it were time to garner support from whoever seemed competent enough among the shadow council, which oddly enough, was a single woman who essentially did public works. An engineer by the name of Belynn. She fully backed his plan, herself being angered at how startlingly incompetent the majority of the shadow council and the Thousand happened to be, though she was unaware that his plan included painting the walls in most all of their blood. When the time came and Desgran gave the order, Belynn was made to stay home for the day while the military marched through the streets to the homes of many of the members of the Thousand, Thamdar one of the excluded. In the palace while the shadow council met, Desgran barred the doors and took up his weapon, executing many of the group without the smallest fight. The few that tried to fight back found themselves much too weak to do anything about what was happening and were similarly cut down. The Thousand had a near-identical outcome before Desgran called out to the people from the palace, proclaiming himself and Belynn the only surviving members of the shadow council, and himself the new king of Ibben. The Shadow King as he called himself. The reaction was mixed among the population, but for the most part they came around to it. Especially when he started his rule by having a grand feast open to all in the palace, or what still stood of it anyway. The place was among the largest structures the world had ever seen, but after the doom of Valyria it had been reduced to little more than ruins. This had to be remedied, and so among other things, Desgran started the reconstruction of the Palace of Ibben.


(Apologies for the abrupt ending, but I felt that there was already a bit much and I was running out of drive for one post)


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Desgran is dying due to a series of failing organs and is sterile, though medicine prolongs his life and allows him to act as normal for the most part. Aside from this, he stands at 6'6" and weighs a total of approximately 400 lbs., much more than the height and weight of the average Ibbenese. His preferred weapon in combat is a two-handed ax in one hand and a 25 lb. flail in the other. Both weapons were found in a restored section of the palace widely believed to have been the armory. The ax-head has been confirmed to be made of valyrian steel while the shaft is coated in a somewhat thin layer of iron. Desgran's armor, also found in the ancient armory, is one of very few full plate-mail sets in all of Ibben with a dominating style of craftsmanship, unsettling to many of his people. The ax and armor are believed to have been used by previous god-kings of ancient times.


Reconstruction of the palace from the time it begun some fifteen years ago is 25% complete, the size of it already rivaling the Red Keep.


At present, Ibben's military might stands at roughly 40,000 men at arms after some fifteen years of military growth. These men at arms are for the most part armed with wooden shields covered in leather and fur and hand axes for weapons, though spears and crossbows are somewhat common amongst their ranks as well. For armor, they typically wear a set of leather armor topped with fur to further soften blows and effectively defend against arrows, though by no means making them immune to any attacks. In comparison to the armors of Westeros, this armor is largely considered primitive and is fairly easily penetrated, but allows for a fair amount of quick movement. Alongside these men stand a very elite group of bear cavalry, numbered at 500 men. These men are large and by far the most well-trained members of the Ibbenese military, rivaling any knight of Westeros in skill and outmatching their man at arms counterparts in terms of equipment by a huge margin. A typical bear cavalry member wears a leather set of armor topped with scalemail over the length of their body, on top of that lying treated furs which serves as a weak exterior armor and a very good insulator against the cold. For weapons, they carry a two-handed ax into battle which serves as the primary weapon in close-quarters combat along with some carrying lance, those carrying lances always leading the charge. The bears themselves wear a sort of scalemail armor over much of their body, their claws and teeth being more than enough to warrant no extra weaponry built-in to the armor. The bears are roughly the size of Kodiaks and are domesticated through generations of breeding out aggressive tendencies, many of these bears only ever having a single rider due to the bond that grows between them. Desgran has a riding bear himself, though the two don't quite have a 'till death do us part' bond yet. Bear cavalry almost exclusively enter battle with Desgran or a high-ranking general, adding to the morale damage that a bunch of hairy midgets charging at you causes when joined by their Shadow King.

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Name:
Thamdar


Gender: Male


Age: 63


Nicknames / Titles: Economic Chancellor of Ib


Marital Status: Married


Personality: Thamdar is a very patient business man who for all intents and purposes is the reason Desgran was able to rise to the position of Shadow King. As a fairly selfish man, Thamdar originally had no intention of actually helping Desgran out, primarily thinking of him as a slave with privileges. After a long time however, a bond had formed between the two and Thamdar thought of him almost as a son, which he never had himself. Thamdar is smart, and always in it for the long haul, even if he is nearing the end of his days, hence why he was so willing to go along with Desgrans overthrowing of the Shadow Council.


Biography:


Thamdar has been a member of nobility since his birth, receiving teaching in the ways of mercantilism such that he may continue the family business of being good at buying and selling. This led his family and him to get a lot of money very quickly, explaining why they were one of the main driving forces of the Thousand. When they still existed that is. About half way through his life, Thamdar found that there was plenty of money to be made in the arena, or in his case, out of the arena making bets. Being the knowledgeable man that he is, he had no intention of betting randomly based off of a man's previous record and history. No, he needed someone he knew would win repeatedly, and so he searched. It took a long time to finally come across a man that could claim to be Ibbenese and undoubtedly had an unfair advantage over the rest of the combatants, but he eventually came across a huge man looking for work with only one requirement. Payment for his medicine. Of course, Thamdar had no intention of paying for a man's medicine and expecting him to follow through with his side of the deal without keeping an eye on them. They were meant to be a great fighter, and Thamdar was going to make sure he were. Taking Desgran under his wing, Thamdar made well in raising him to be a warrior and in turn made plenty of money in the arena. His part in raising Desgran and his general ability to not screw people over too badly with his business practices had him spared the fate of many of the Thousand during Desgran's uprising and even had him promoted to a position on the shadow council, namely that of Economic Counselor. Under his patient guidance, Ibben has seen steady growth in its wealth which was already sizable at the time of the uprising.


Other:


-Thamdar is a great businessman, and as such has made improvements to the way Ibben's economy functions, leading to a general steady increase in profits all over the board.


-While he does support Desgran in his ventures, he does not agree with Desgran's thirst for blood and impatience and often tries to talk him out of such acts with varying rates of success.


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Name:
Belynn


Gender: Female


Age: 42


Nicknames / Titles: Chancellor of Public Works


Marital Status: Married


Personality: Belynn is a strong-willed woman of the people, similar in many ways to Desgran. She works tirelessly trying to build and maintain structures of importance which otherwise the people of Ib would probably not be able to function without. Her job is primarily focused in the Port of Ib, but stretches as far as New Ibbish, her agents working in far-flung areas for the most part and reporting back to her when necessary.


Biography:


Belynn has always been somewhat of an enigma in her family. Everyone in said family has served as either a whaler or engineer of repute. Belynn broke the cycle for the most part by working as a public servant for a great portion of her life. This only came about because of her training in being an engineer and her desire to help the people of Ib with good structures that didn't drain the wealth of everyone involved in making it. Throughout her time in building and overseeing these constructions, she acquired a name for herself, eventually becoming famous for it and from there making her way to the Shadow Council. She believed that she would better be able to help the people of Ibben from said position only to find that the entirety of the Shadow Council was little more than a front for the nobles of the Thousand to rule over the commoner. Unfortunately she had little choice but to follow along, helping when she could but inevitably being powerless to actually make changes until a peculiar man came to power in the Shadow Council. Desgran Ordoun. After agreeing to Desgran's plan to fix up the nation, without actually knowing he meant to kill everyone he thought was ruining it, she stayed at home the day of the uprising and lived to continue being a member of the Shadow Council. While she certainly didn't agree with his methods, there was no doubting that there were noticeable results in a very short period of time. Since then she's had the power to change things for what many consider to be the better. Some however like to think of her work as destroying an old culture. While in some ways that is true, in doing so she generally takes down dangerously unsafe structures and works to modernize every aspect she can.


Other:


- Belynn is a talented engineer who unfortunately isn't too fond of building war machines of death and destruction.


- Belynn isn't exactly the most supportive of Desgran, sitting somewhere between grateful and disdainful. This of course being due to the fact he both helped Ibben and murdered a large portion of the ruling party in one afternoon.


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Name:
Bernat


Gender: Male


Age: 29


Nicknames / Titles: Hand of the King


Marital Status: Unmarried


Personality: Bernat is a friendly, hard-working example of an Ibbenese. Outside of occasional bouts of bloodthirst brought on by his friendship with Desgran, Bernat is one of the more peaceful members of Desgran's court, and as such is most often given jobs relating to foreign diplomacy. Occasionally Desgran will prevent him from completing his work in a peaceful fashion by for all intents and purposes stripping him of his position so things turn violent, mostly from the other side working themselves up over Desgran's direct responses.


Biography:


Bernat had a lovely childhood working without pay under his family doing copious amounts of bureaucracy work for years until the uprising when they were slaughtered before his eyes. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it, but he was taken and placed into a boarding home until he got back on his feet. He met Desgran for the first time when he was walking about inspecting some of the newer services to the citizens, like the boarding homes. Through sheer luck, Desgran happened to have some messenger come to him with a load of paperwork while he was in the middle of looking over the home. Desgran, being the man he is, tossed that shit on the ground and left. Bernat simply did what he did after that and instinctively took to filling out said tossed paperwork, taking it to the Shadow Palace later that day to give it to whoever would take it. It just so happened Desgran was there when he arrived, and seeing how well and quickly he filled that pile of shit out, he figured it would be good to have him around, essentially taking him onto staff on the spot. From there, he gradually begun to receive more and more responsibilities until he was pretty much the butler. Oddly enough, he loved that work and has been building a friendship with Desgran over the years of service he has provided.


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Bernat pretty much does all of the paperwork that Desgran is supposed to do, freeing up much of Desgran's time for other ventures.


- Bernat is a close friend of Desgran, and for the most part supports every decision he makes.


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Name: Vance Hart


Gender: Male


Age: 45


Nicknames / Titles: Chancellor of Blood


Marital Status: Unmarried


Personality: Vance, to the concern of most in the shadow council, is the type of person to recommend death by ritual sacrifice as the primary punishment for crimes against the state. He cares for little other than advancing his studies and practice of blood magic, and as a result has gained heavy influence over the decisions Desgran makes, some in fact leading to seeking out war where there should be none.


Biography: Work in Progress


Other:


-Vance is a very skilled and talented blood mage, one of the few to actually achieve results that are noticeable in fact.


-Like many users of magic, Vance hails from Asshai.


(One more to come when I feel like making them)
 
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Name:
Lord Gawain Hightower


Gender: Male


Age: 54


Nicknames / Titles: Lord of Hightower, Lord of the Port, Voice of Oldtown, Defender of the Citadel, Beacon of the South.


Marital Status: Married to Lady Alicent Hightower (Formerly Florent.)


Personality:


Gawain is kind individual and cares deeply for his family, he feels a strong sense of honour and duty, Lord Hightower has never been much of a fighter and likes to think of himself more as an intellectual and has strong interests in diplomacy and economics, because of this he has dedicated much of his time to studying. Gawain is a proud man but he is by no means arrogant, he takes information and suggestions from his advisor's seriously. Lord Hightower is to be proud of his achievements but a humble person who respects and is kind to others.


Biography:


In the early years of his youth Gawain was fostered in Brightwater Keep under the guidance of Lord Florent, during his time there he made many friends and allies with the people he grew up with and around, these bonds grew even closer when the houses of Hightower and Florent agreed to betroth Gawain to Lord Florents daughter Alicent. Other than this Gawain spent most of his time with his nose in the books and practised his writing.


As he read more and more Gawain gained a great appreciation for books and this gave him a thirst for knowledge, he looked around him and wished to know more of the world that he lived in, to do this Gawains father allowed him to gather a small group of men and visit the free cities of Essos. He still looks fondly on these days and recalls that the thing that left him the most awed was sailing under the famous Titan of Braavos, he also studied a lot about naval tactics and techniques there. Gawain then visited Lorath before he moved on to Pentos where he mostly talked and met with people, this gave him some good experiences with conversation and meeting new people and was good training if he were ever to be a diplomat and finally he visited the disputed lands, Myr, Lys. and Tyrosh was where he learned of trade, espionage and sellswords. Gawain then decided it was time to return home, he arrived in Oldtown just in time for his 15th nameday and they held a feast in celebration, here he was given the position of steward at Brightwater Keep by Lord Florent which Gawain proudly accepted. Gawain was able to use the skills and knowledge that he gained over the years of study and experience to his advantage and under his watch Brightwater Keep had the best harvest that they had in decades which increased both the wealth and supplies of the Florents which they were very impressed with. Even now Gawain continued his studies and learned more and more everyday.


Around his 17th nameday Gawain returned to Oldtown to wed his betrothed Alicent. Gawain initially took a break from being a steward an instead focused all of his time to his wife and his studies, now that he was in Oldtown he was able to study with the maesters at the citadel and he even forged his own chain although he never actually became a maester, the maesters changed the way he viewed the world in some ways but he was still steadfast in his faith of the seven.


Once Gawain finally took the position of steward at Oldtown like he was expected to he did not disappoint, in fact he impressed people even more when he managed to increase the wealth of Oldtown and his House to heights greater than his grandfather or father did at their peak.


When Gawains father unfortunately passed the whole city mourned and a funeral was held in his memory, all the Lords sworn to Hightower attended along with their families. To try and get people to remember the good things about his fathers life Gawain held a large feast to lift the spirits, the leftovers of this feast were given to the common-folk, a tradition that Gawain has kept to ever since and it has made him well loved among them.


During his time as a lord Gawain did not only focus on the economy but also the military, he believed the quality trumped quantity (he already had quantity to begin with) he made sure that his men were not just skilled on the land but the sea as well, this lead to Oldtowns navy getting some upgrades and new warships. The soldiers may have been trained in a strict and harsh regime but it was for the best and produced the best results. The city watch of Oldtown also gained fame for being extremely competent and disciplined.


Not too long ago Gawain received a raven from Lord Dustin of Barrowtown, it was odd for a Northern Lord like Dustin to be contacting him but he soon understood why. Lord Dustin was in possession of the ancestral weapon of House Hightower, the valyrian steel sword named Vigilance, he said that it was high time that they had returned it to the rightful owners. Gawain thanked him as much as anyone could and contacted his youngest son Bedivere who was exploring the free cities of Essos similar to Gawain had done in his youth, he requested him to take a detour to Barrowtown and retrieve the sword which Bedivere happily obliged in doing.


Bedivere successfully retrieved Vigilance and brought it back to Oldtown, however it was discovered that Bedivere had also fallen victim to Greyscale which covered his neck and right arm up to the elbow as well as some patches on his lower face and upper chest. Bedivere was treated in the citadel for a long time but the maesters were able to put an end to the spreading saving Bedivere's life, this created even stronger bonds between the Hightowers and the Citadel.


Bedivere was able to
successfully retrieve Vigilance and returned to Oldtown with it, however to Gawains dismay it was discovered that Bedivere had fallen victim to Greyscale which lead to Bedivere being held in the citadel until they were able to stop it from spreading and put and end to it saving Bediveres life, this strengthened the already strong relationship between the Hightowers and the Citadel.


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He stands at around 5'10 in height.


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Name: Ser Bedivere Hightower


Gender: Male


Age: 20


Nicknames / Titles: The Gallant Knight of Hightower, The Greysteel Swordsman, Wielder of Vigilance, Marshall of Oldtown.


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Bedivere has a rough exterior due to his bout with Greyscale, his face is stoic at most times and a smile is rarely seen on his face. However his eyes are warm and benevolent and he has a soft smooth voice. Bedivere is an honourable and dutiful man who takes his vows as a knight more seriously than anything else in the world, even if he had to put the ones he loved in danger he would not forsake his vows for he views himself as a knight first and foremost. He only speaks when it is his turn and has become quite introverted however the words that does come out of his mouth are genuine and the truth. Diligent and noble Bedivere is a knight gifted with the lance and the sword who dreams to be one day regarded as a "true knight" alongside figures such as Symeon Stareyes and Aemon the Dragonknight.





Biography:


In the early years of his youth Bedivere was fostered by Ser Royce the Runeknight of the Vale, he got along well with him and established a strong friendship. Ser Royce was the man that first taught Bedivere how to swing a sword. During sparring the Runeknight soon found that Bedivere has a natural talent, he had a tactical mind that he could back up with physical strength and skill. When he was old enough the Runeknight gladly took on Bedivere as a squire. During his years as a squire Bedivere attended many local tourneys in the Vale, he found success in not only the joust but also the melee. Ser Royce did not only train Bedivere for combat, he also taught him what it meant to be a knight, honour, chivalry, respect and modesty Ser Royce is the reason that Bedivere began to treat his vows with such seriousness and respect.


Once he had proved himself worthy Bedivere was knighted by Ser Royce at the age of 15, Bedivere swore that he would not bring shame to him or his family and that he would be a "true knight". He spent a few more years travelling with Ser Royce until in an accident his good friend was killed, struck with grief Bedivere decided that he would leave the Vale, but he had to do something to take his mind off of his friends passing, he then remembered stories that his father told him about the wonders of Essos and how awe inspiring they were and decided that like his father he would travel to the Free Cities.


During his time in Essos Bedivere explored and trained in the cities of Braavos, Norvos, Qohor, Pentos, Tyrosh and Myr. Unfortunately during his travels Bedivere had fallen victim to the disease known as Greyscale, he had done the best he could to stall it but it was still spreading slowly but surely. Around this time Bedivere received a raven from his father with a request to travel to Barrowtown in the North to meet with Lord Dustin and retrieve his houses ancestral sword. He completed the task for his father but he returned to Oldtown weak and being consumed by Greyscale, his father was paniced and Bedivere was trapped in the citadel where the Maesters were miraculously able to stop the disease fro spreading and cure it, but not before it managed to cover his right arm from his fingertips to his shoulder and along his neck, with patches and veins onto his face and upper torso, luckily he was not blinded.





Once Bedivere finally was let out of the citadel he was gifted with the sword that he retrieved, the valyrian steel sword Vigilance, his brother had refused to claim it and suggested they gave it to Bedivere instead. His bout with Greyscale has seemed to make Bedivere stronger and more determined than ever and since then he has been training in Oldtown to become a better knight.


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Name: Ser Lyonel Hightower


Gender: Male


Age: 28


Nicknames / Titles: Lyonel the Heir.


Marital Status: Married to Alyce Hightower (Formerly Florent.)


Personality:


Lyonel is not a genius and he is not a gifted warrior, his talent is mediocre at best but he has learned to make the most of it and has become a hard worker. The one thing he does seem to be good at is speaking, he is said to be a charismatic and gregarious man with a knack for making friends, good traits for a diplomat... or so his father says. Lyonel is a rather jovial man and is an extrovert by nature, he has a good drink with anyone whether they be common-folk or hightborn, from the reach or from dorne it matters not as long as they are a decent person and a good laugh. However Lyonel does know when it is time to be serious and he carries out his duties as best as he can, he is actually quite a critical thinker and though not the biggest of studiers Lyonel has picked up a lot from his father and advisors over the years. A good sailor and a disciplined warrior, he has dabbled a little bit into intrigue but not too much and he finds himself bored with economics. The love of his life is Alyce his sweet wife, he is loyal to his family and will always try to do the best he can for them. When angered Lyonel can bet a bit condescending and mean but he is a rational person for the most part.


Biography:


In his early youth Lyonel was a ward at Brightwater Keep under the protection of Lord Florent just as his father was, when he was old enough he squired for Ser Florent the knight of the Brightwater, those were some good years for Lyonel where he had fun sparing and partying with his friends all the while training for combat, he made a decent knight but he was nothing special. He proved to be hopeless with the bow but he tended to stick to the sword and shield anyway. Lyonel wasn't a bright child by any means so he had quite a few scoldings and punishments for his misbehaviour, they didn't seem to help much though as he continued to be a
mischievous, it did help him learn a bit of self control I guess. Lyonel was knighted by Ser Florent at the age of 17 and he soon after wed his betrothed Alyce Florent.


Lyonel returned to Oldtown with his new wife and found himself busy at work, he spent a lot of his time training the troops and managing the cities supplies, it was hard but he learned a lot from it, he even found himself looking into warfare and strategy at the citadel but not much else caught his attention. Lyonel soon became a large part of the navy and the army and made many friends out of his men. He even took command of the city watch for a while before and during that time thieving was at an all time low and Oldtown had never been safer.


Lyonel was eventually forced by his father to learn a bit more about Diplomacy and Stewardship, the diplomacy was right up Lyonels alley but he eventually got bored of the stewardship again, he was able to learn enough though and Lyonel has always learned more through experience than studying, he is a more practical man.



Other:


Stands at around 6'2 in height.


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Name: Baelor Velaryon


Gender: Male


Age: 47


Nicknames / Titles: Lord of Tides, Master of Driftmark and Master of Ships under King Maeryn I Targaryen


Marital Status: Widower of Lady Aelinor Dayne, Married to Lady Shiera Redwyne


Personality: Outwardly jolly and jovial, Lord Baelor Velaryon has a mind for business and little more, caring not for his children (at least those from his second marriage) nor for his wife, using his family as pawns to further his political ambition, and shipping them off under the pretence of love so as to gain friends in high places, putting on a facade to hide his inwardly cold and greedy nature, concealing his intentions from others, Baelor being an incredibly shallow and somewhat materialistic man, caring for little but the contents of Driftmark's coffers. This was not always the case however and Lord Baelor was formally a dashing and politically shrewd young man, much akin to the Seasnake Lord Corlys Velaryon as many would often point out, however after many years of holding onto the responsibility of his growing political influence and the death of his wife and only friend, Lady Aelinor Dayne during the birth of his first son Ser Aenys, Baelor was broken emotionally, growing increasingly bitter and cold, denouncing the faith of the seven (ironic considering the man was named after the most pious King) and littering the realm with bastards (only two of which he has acknowledged as his own.


A clever and calculating man, Baelor is often known to overstate and overestimate his own abilities, taking on tasks that he knows to be impossible for him to complete, oft blaming his failure on others in court, furthering his reputation and ruining theirs. This allowed him to develop a friendship of sorts with King Maeryn the mad, eventually gaining him the position of Master of Ships, something he, at the time, was not qualified for though he developed a knack for admiralty during his time in office, now serving the man's daughter, Kuvira.



Biography:
Born to Lord Aeryn Velaryon and Lady Lyanna Whent, Baelor Velaryon was a charming young man, never happier than when he was in the company of his wife, a Dayne of Starfall and a woman of Dornish decent, Baelor meeting her whilst on a diplomatic mission to discuss trade negotiations with the Lord of the Torrentine, asking for her hand almost immediately after meeting her, the two enjoying a lavish wedding in Driftmark, their first child, a young girl (and the only child that Baelor has ever shown affection for) born just a few months later, the couple thrilled to finally have an heir. This happiness was short lived however as not two years later another child was born Ser Aenys, something that would have been a happy event should the child not have killed his mother in the birthing room, Baelor Velaryon never being the same after the death of his first love.


The next few years were the darkest years of Baelor's life and coincidently the same ones where he met King Maeryn, the two men often frequenting brothels together, littering the capital with many a Valyrian bastard (Though most known bastards that sprung up were attributed to Maeryn, Baelor only ever acknowledging two as his own) and becoming fast friends. King Maeryn, to keep his friend in the capital offered Baelor the position of Master of Ships, the Lord Velaryon stealing the job from the, at the time, Lord Redwyne, taking not only his position in the court but also the maidenhood of his sixteen year old daughter, Shiera, the two forced to marry when Lord Redwyne had found out that there was a bastard in her belly, Shiera nine months later giving birth to Lady Rhaenyra Velaryon, two other children birthed not long after.



Baelor soon grew tired of his days of whoring with the King and temporarily retired his position at court (He would be reinstated a year later) it is unknown why he took a leave of absence, though he claims it is so he could spend more time with his family, Baelor returning only to witness the birth of King Maeryn's first daughter, the two old friends reconnecting during the celebrations.



Up until the present and the death of King Maeryn, Baelor has mostly focused upon his family, calling in many favours in court to give them each important positions, attempting to spread his family far and wide, even marrying his daughter Valaena to the Lyseni banker Saathos Rogare (Though the man died under mysterious circumstances after Valaena gave him his first child, a similar thing happening when she married the patriarch of the Saan pirate family, rumours spreading that Valaena was cursed giving her the nickname the "Silver Widow" much to Baelor's ire)



Shaken by Maeryn's death Baelor has been caught between several powerful players, the Lord of Tides,meow having to decide where his allegiance will fall in the coming war.



Other:


  • Baelor's personal ship is the Sea Snake, the same ship that carried Corlys Velaryon across the Narrow Sea. Though old and having many of its parts replaced, the ship is somewhat of a family heirloom passed down similarly to the way other families pass down Valyrian Steel swords.
  • Baelor's bastard Aegor is Lord-Admiral of a sellsail company called the Jolly Fellows this is due to the fact that the company (Who had been ruined in the War of the Nine Penny Kings) has long enjoyed the funding of Lord Baelor Velaryon, and the Lord of Tides has often used them as a personal fleet (It is rumored that they were the ones to take down Lords Saan and Rogare on their travels back to Lys) this is how Aegor acheived such a prestigious position at such a young age. The company is currently under the employ of Lord TIber Lannister, it is unknown if Lord Baelor knows this.
  • Baelor's bastard son Orys Waters is a low ranking member of the Golden Company, he was sent by his father to follow the bastard Viserys Blackfyre and works as an informant for his father.


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[*]Lysandro Saan, Second husband to Valaena Velaryon.



[*]Ser Aenys Velaryon, Knight of Dragonstone, in service to Lord Rory Baratheon.




[*]Assorted servants and whores.



[*]Lady Shiera Redwyne, Second wife of Baelor Velaryon.



[*]Aemond Velaryon, Brother to Baelor Valeryon.
 
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Name:
Ser Aemond Velaryon


Gender:
Male


Age:
37


Nicknames / Titles:
Aemond-One Eye, Captain of the Rogues Eye, Ex-Commander of the Windblown, Ex-Admiral of the Jolly Fellows, Aemond the Rogue, The Snake of the Wind (Wind Snake.)


Marital Status:
Single.


Personality:
Aemond is hot-tempered when pushed but can be relatively calm and patient when left to his own devices, he is an energetic person who is daring and ambitious, sometimes labelled reckless Aemond has taken risks that many men would deem far to great, despite some loses with the most prominent being his right eye Aemond has reaped the rewards and benefited greatly from them with skill, knowledge and wealth. Aemond has a soft spot for his family and men who serve him however he is quick to take offence and is known to be amoral and ruthless when he gets serious.


He has a strategic mind for navies and cavalry from his years as a Captain for various sell-sword companies. Aemond has always been a man for adventure and has spent many years in Essos (the majority being in the Lys and Volantis.) and spent time studying and learning a variety of practices. (Poison, trading, bartering, diplomacy, and a variety of fighting styles.)


Aemond is also known to be a lustful man who likes his drink although seems to never find himself drunk, he has a particular taste for those with Valyrian blood which caused him to frequent the brothels in Lys and Volantis, his skills and wit also allowed him to make powerful friends in both of these cities.


Aemond is not exactly respectable but his men look up to him and follow him with pride, he still has strong relations to the Windblown, the Jolly Fellows and various other free companies. Aemond has an authoritative way of speaking and although at times condescending he is known to be charismatic and have quite the tongue on him.


Biography:
Wild and wilful yet ambitious in his youth it is said that Aemond found himself on a ship ever since he could walk and talk, at an early age he took a liking to swords and sails and was naturally gifted in both, as a child he fought with ferocity and arrogance and overestimated his own swordplay greatly however his confidence didn't seem to rub people the wrong way as more people tended to see it as charismatic and childish rather than being an asshole.


What once was overconfidence became reality over many years of hard practice and training and at the age of 14 Aemond was already a valiant and formidable warrior, it was around this time that he challenged Ser Selmy the Harvest Knight to a duel, despite Selmys overwhelming experience and knowledge compared to Aemond it was a closer fight than many thought it would be however the outcome was the same with Ser Selmy being the victor, if he had meant to kill Aemond he surely would have but he did take his right eye from him however... instead of being bitter and hateful about it Aemond took the loss well and quickly made friends with the knight and soon found himself being his squire, when Aemond was a squire he travelled the Stormlands with Ser Selmy, they would defend caravans, ambush bandits and have there mouth full of food and drink as well as the occasional brothel visit.


Aemond was finally knighted at the age of 17 when he personally killed a score of bandits and was dubbed 'Aemond the Rogue'. He continued to travel with the Harvest Knight until his 18th nameday when he returned to his home of Driftmark where he reunited with his family and lived in peace for a while, however peace bore Aemond greatly and he yearned for more adventure and excitement and this lead him to construct his own ship which he named theRogues Eye, it was a warship to be admired but it was not as big as the Velaryon ship Sea Snake nor was it anywhere near as famous.


Aemond first travelled to Braavos and stayed there for a whole two years until he was 20, he spent his time there practising his diplomatic and bartering skill as well as taking time to have a go at the famous Braavosi fighting style called water dancing, Aemond didn't really have the build for it but his speed and athleticism allowed him to catch on quickly, he also spent time studying and practising sailing ships of different sizes and shapes making him quite the accomplish navigator and sailor.


Aemond then sailed the Rogues Eye down to the Disputed lands where he joined the sellsword company named the Windblown where he fought under the current commander, Aemond was trained in various fightings styles by the men of the Windblown and quickly picked them up, he also became an expert rider considering the Windblown was almost all cavalry, Aemond thought and won many battles with the Windblown until he was 24 when he was promoted the the New Commander, this was where Aemond honed his strategic skills, he would soon become a masterful strategist and commander and the Windblown prospered under his command, he was also able to make tight connections between the Windblown and the Company of the Cat taking many contracts that fought beside them and befriended some of their leaders. Aemond left the Windblown at the age of 28 and appointed his successor himself, he chose someone who was fiercely loyal to him and it is still said that Aemond has just as much influence on them than he did as Commander, the Company of the Cat also seem to show loyalties towards him.


Aemond spent the next 2 years in the city of Lys, here Aemond befriended many powerful and important people as well as studying the use of poison and charlatanism. When Aemond was 30 he then sailed to Old Volantis where he also made some important and powerful friends, and found himself with a lot of loot too as well as some more "higher studies" as the maesters would call it.


When Aemond was 32 he sailed back to his home of Driftmark and gifted some of his wealth from over the years to his brother as he has always been kind at least to his family and then became the new Admiral for the Jolly Fellows which was a sellsail group that his family had a lot of influence over, that helped a bit but the men didn't seem to have a problem finding reasons to fight under Aemond and he quickly became respected and admired by his men. During this time Aemond also completed the occasional job for his brother, it is said that he was the one responsible for brokering the marriage between the Velaryons and Lys.


At the age of 36 Aemond left the sellsail group and returned to Essos for the time being, he has since then visited the cities of Tyrosh and Myr, further expanding his influence and power.


Other:



Stands at around 6'1.


Lean but muscular build.


Has a particular taste and liking for those of Valyrian blood.


Despite visiting brothels in Lys and Volantis many times he is not known to have any bastards.


Has never married nor been betrothed.

 

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Name:
Swain Thackeray


Gender: Male


Age: 43


Nicknames / Titles: "Black Eyes"


Marital Status: Unmarried


Personality: Swain is for all intents and purposes a horrible person. The only things he has shown even the slightest bit of care for are gold and some of his crew, namely the ones that have been with him the longest. He will frequently abandon newer crew members to die if either it gets him more gold or saves his hide from another injury. Aside from the horrible actions that define him, he is somewhat skilled in charming people in first impressions, this generally being how he gets new crew-members outside of the Basilisk Isles or the Stepstones.


Biography: Swain has been a pirate since before he could even remember, his parents both being from the Stepstones and being somewhat successful pirates themselves. He grew up learning how to sail and where to be at what times to most effectively convince people to hand over their gold. He was also taught how to fight well enough to handle himself in a bad situation for those times when they weren't so easily convinced to give over their life's work. It were only when he turned eleven years of age that his parents finally keeled over. And by keeled over, I mean they were caught and hung at the gallows for their crimes against pretty much everyone in the known world. His parents were absurdly old for being pirates, thinking they were going to die years ago. This led to him being less surprised when they were caught than when they evaded capture. Since it wouldn't look good for the leaders of whatever town they were in to be hanging children who for all they knew had nothing to do with the pirates, they took him in and made him live in an orphanage.


The place was a shit-hole, even worse than the ships, which sometimes actually had shit-holes depending on what kind of boat they were on. Simply put, Swain was not going to be living there and so in the middle of the night took a knife from the kitchen and killed the people running the place in their sleep. He wasn't exactly sure why this was an integral part of his plan, but it made sense at the time, and even more-so when he came to terms with what type of person he was later in life. That night, he left the orphanage and after some sneaking, the town. A few weeks of travel and survival later, and he found himself back in the Stepstones, his only real home in his opinion. Bloodstone was the place which he believed to be the physical place of his home, but that was really only because it was the biggest and most pirate-riddled of all the islands. It weren't long before he found himself a crew that would take him on. He served with a shitty captain on a small carack meant mostly for fast trading for about five years until he and a fair portion of the crew mutineed, killing the captain and whoever wasn't a part of the mutiny at night. This was the mark of his first time being a captain, and a hell of a time that was.


Swain made the first mistake of celebrating his victory until they were out of supplies, forcing them back onto land with what little gold the previous captain had acquired over the years. A decent number of the crew left with their cut of the plunder then and there, leaving Swain with just a dozen crew-members to raid and pillage as they liked, or at least as they could without dying. Spending everything they had left on food and ale, they were back at sea and looking to pirate passing trade-ships. With his parents' training and a fair number of years under his belt already, they quickly started to see their way into wealth. It took Swain just a few months to make what the last captain did in five years, both showing how horrible that captain was, and how good Swain was. Most of their success however had been attributed to Swain's sailing skills. Even at such a young age, he was among some of the best sailors the pirates of the Stepstones had ever seen. After a particularly great raid on a trading vessel which happened to be trading in exotic goods, a long-since petrified dragon egg was taken into Swain's possession, which was almost immediately sold for the highest price available. This was enough to really kick-start Swain's pirating career, getting him a custom-made ship along with enough gold to hire a crew to man it some 120 men strong. This custom-made ship would stay with Swain for the rest of his pirating life, having four decks and measuring 200 feet in length. It was by far the largest pirate ship any had seen in bloodstone, most of which believing it to be too large to actually function like a pirate ship should.


Through the coming years, Swain would lose a pretty fair amount of his body here and there, but the most important to his visage was an especially strange injury to his eyes. While raiding a far-off ship from Asshai and pretty easily murdering everyone aboard, Swain kicked in the door to the hold, where a crazy old man threw a flask of some chemical in his face. It didn't actually have any effect aside from making his eyes feel odd for a few minutes. Of course, after a cold stare and the old man getting more terrified than people normally are by that, Swain cut him down. Coming back up to the deck and telling his men to take anything valuable, some of them just stared at him oddly. It was only when one of them asked what happened down there that he went over to the nearest reflective surface and stared into his newly blackened eyes. His reaction was different from what most people's would be in that he let out a loud "Yar har har!" before claiming he had finally killed enough people to become a demon. He in fact genuinely believes this to be true, and tries to rub it in the face of other pirate captains.


Other:


- Swain is a magnificent sailor, the likes of which pirate-kind hasn't seen in centuries


- His most piratey features are his peg-leg, hook-hand and comically pirate accent.


- Swain's stache is hidden on Bloodstone, marked with an X, and containing the majority of his acquired wealth over the years, which is a lot.


- Predicting ship routes is second-nature to Swain, and as such he is almost always the first pirate to show up to a loaded ship.


- YAAAARRRRR!
 
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Part 1: His armour/clothing:


Siegfried wears a full set of black plate mail minus the helm, on the chestpiece there is 2 scythes criss crossed, one silver and one red. Underneath the plate mail are worn light leather garments, these are also blackish in colour but can also be a light grey. Over his plate mail Siegfried wears a traditional iron born coat (the grey ones from the show).

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Here are multiple iron born wearing it, however Siegfrieds is a bit darker, longer and covers more than the ones shown here. (Also the long piece of material that hangs over the neck.)


Part 2: His Weapons:


Siegfried has 2 weapons that he is renowned for, the lesser of these is his large war axe , the axe is similar to a large Dane axe.


The one that Siegfried is most famous for is his warhammer, despite it being the weapon he has used the least. Like the axe it has a long thick handle that requires both hands to wield properly, it has a large piece of metal on it that is on once side a perfect bludgeon and on the other side a spike that can pierce through armour.






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Name: Siegfried Harlaw


Gender: Male


Age: 36


Nicknames / Titles: Captain of the Red Scythe, Siegfried the Red, Siegfried the Unyielding, Iron Heart.


Marital Status: Single


Personality:
Siegfried is a simple man with a simple mind, he is a staunch believer in the old way and is stubborn to the core, he is also a religious man following the drowned god. Out of battle Siegfried has a calm demeanour with a sullen or solemn voice however in battle he is a capable commander and fights with ferocity. Renown for his sailing and fighting Siegfried is not so lucky when it comes to wit or knowledge in other areas, sometimes described like an ox or labelled a dullard. Siegfried does not intentionally risk his life but he is not afraid to die, because of this he wears full armour while sailing and has fought and won battles that were in his enemies favour. Siegfried wishes to find something that he is very passionate about and he wants to live his life for that.


Biography: Despite being his fathers second son Siegfried's life was not easy even by the standards of the Iron Isles, Siegfried's father Lord Harlaw was a bitter and jealous man who had been left broken from a prior failed reaving and was an unpleasant drunk, because of this he saw Siegfried as a threat or even intimidating as even at a young age he was as tall and strong as a ox, it didn't help that he was as thick as one too which lead to Siegfried causing all sorts of problems such as Lord Harlaw paying for Siegfried's education but nothing coming out of it except frustration and wasted time. This led to Siegfried being outcast by his father but not disowned. The Harlaws of Greygarden were kind enough to take him in as a ward, Siegfried only kept in touch with his mother Lady Harlaw.


While serving as a ward at Greygarden Siegfried made good friends with Harron Harlaw the heir of Greygarden, with Harron he trained in combat and military strategy as well as command, Siegfried succeeded in the use of large axes and warhammers and was so strong that he could swing them around like a sword, despite his size Siegfried had the stamina and agility to Back his strength up making him a warrior to be feared. Other than that Harron and Siegfried also practiced naval navigation and sea faring in general which resulted in both of them being experienced sailors. It was at around the age of 23 that Siegfried really started to make a name for himself, Siegfried constructed his very own ship which was akin to those of the Iron Fleet and assembled his very own reaving party with notable members being himself, Jon Pyke and Ravos as well as his friend Harron Harlaw. The reaving party sailed to the summer isles where they raided and pillaged many ships and villages spreading fear throughout the island, a large amount of loot and reputation was earned on this expedition such as Siegfried's nickname "the red" for when he killed so many men that he was said to have "almost drowned" in the blood, it also earned him the loyalty of Jon Pyke and Ravos who would eventually become his left and right hand men.


When Siegfried returned to Greygarden he was met with praise and new found love, many iron born feared and respected him, Siegfried ended up spending the wealth on upgrading his ship to the best it could be and to forge a warhammer of the highest quality.


A few years latter at the age of 27 Siegfried called another reaving party, this time to Lorath, all of the previous members joined this raid as well as Siegfrieds sister Ashara Harlaw. The raiding was going to plan untill some of Loraths navy was able to bait Siegfried into a trap, out manoeuvred and out numbered defeat felt certain but Siegfried managed to lead his crew to victory which is only described now a days as "crushing the Lorathi cocks with his warhammer." Siegfried then followed up by raiding one of Loraths ports earning him his second nickname "The Unyielding."


Once returned to Greygarden Siegfried once again repaired and upgraded his ship which now went by the name of Red Scythe. He also had a large waraxe made for his use, this would soon become his primary weapon as he did not want to ruin his favourite which was the warhammer.


Siegfried's most recent Reaving party was when he was 31, this time he the previous reaving party members as well as some of the Harlaw cadet branch members and even Myres, Volmarks, Stonetrees, Kennings, Orkwoods and Blacktydes. Be cause of the considerably larger force Siegfried decided they would make the most of it and sailed for The Disputed Lands and the Stepstones, the Reaving party raided and looted coastal villages as well as merchant ships and were not afraid to confront some of the navy (note an isolated portion that they would pick off.) This was by far the most profitable reaving of them all but once more upon his return to Greygarden he used the funds to repair and upgrade his ship, what made this time different is that he gifted the rest to the now Lord of Greygarden and best friend Harron, which was used to construct more ships and fund a feast which would cement a friendship between the people that took part in the Reaving.


Other:


The Three major Reaving party's are not all of what Siegfried has done as a commander, he has taken part in and lead hundreds of smaller and lesser raids.


He is around 6'9 in height.


He has a large and muscular build although despite his size he has scarily managed to remain lean.


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Name:
Lord Reaver Harron Harlaw (Of Greygarden.)


Gender: Male


Age:
40


Nicknames / Titles:
Lord of Greygarden.


Marital Status:
Lady Gwynesse Harlaw (formerly Goodbrother.)


Personality:



Despite being a skilled Reaver Harron is also cunning and shrewd, he is a quick thinker and resourceful in making the most out of what he has got and is not afraid manipulate his way to getting more. Harron is not as strong or daring as other Ironborn and relies more on speed and strategy than strength and power. Like many Iron born he is a staunch believer in the Old Ways and follower of the drowned god, this has led him to become somewhat ruthless to his enemies yet kinder to his friends. He is also been known to be hard to predict whether he be on or off the battlefield. Despite being promiscuous in his earlier years since he has been we he has been dutiful to his wife which he loves with all his heart.


Biography:



In his youth Harron was rowdy and hot tempered, to him combat and the sea was more attractive than studying but his father insisted. Harron did not have the best education in the world but it was enough to make him comfortable in completing the duties of a Lord and then some. Alongside this Harron trained with Siegfried Harlaw his best friend, Siegfried outclassed him majorly but for them it was bonding time and fun as well as learning, they also practised navigation, seafaring and command with each-other and made quite a team.


Harron would go on to accompany Siegfried in his Reaving parties, during the first which was in the summer Isles he played a large part in the combat and looting and even more in the second Reaving party, it was said that it Harron played a major role in the crews victory over the Lorathi with his quick thinking and strategic mind, he also took quite a large part in the fighting.


However for the third and largest Reaving party Harron was the newly appointed Lord of Greygarden and newly wed, because of this he acted more as an advisor and strategist rather than taking part in the battles and he was very successful and respected among the men for that.


Harron used his wealth/loot from the reaving parties as extra funds for Greygarden, food, supplies, anything really as well as opening opportunities to expand his circle of friendship to new lords.


Other:



Stands at around 6'0


Tries to avoid combat when possible and when in command he leads from the rear (is more of a tactician than a fighter.)


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Name:
Ashara Harlaw


Gender: Female


Age:
20


Nicknames / Titles:
Maiden of Harlaw/The Maid of Harlaw, Captain of the Sea Song.


Marital Status:
Single


Personality:
Ashara is a fierce and proud individual, she also defies the traditional Iromborne gender roles by captaining her own ship the Sea Song. Ashara being a female Reaver has turned many heads with disgust and questioning especially her father, however her crew are very loyal and respect her just as much as they would if she was a an if not more and it has not seemed to cause any major problems as of yet. Ashara is not very fond of the Old Way and would prefer for the Iron Isles to move on however understands its importance to the Iron Islands and respects it. She is not particularly religious but she was raised to believe in the Drowned God.


Biography:



At a young age Asharas father only wished that she was raised as a proper Ironborn Lady and for some reason saw that the only use for her was a marriage for his own gain... He also did not do a good job of hiding it, even before she was born her father Lord Harlaw was a weak and bitter man that thought the whole world was against him, the only family member that he treated well was the snivelling worm they called his "heir." Asharas eldest brother was almost a mirror image of his father except from the age. Luckily her mother Lady Harlaw protected her for the most part, Ashara up to her teenage years went along with the whole "lady training" but in when she reached the age of 5 she started to become a bit more rebellious, sneaking her and some men on to ships to practice seafaring and navigation whenever she had the chance.


It wasn't until she was 8 that she had started to become interested in raiding and Reaving, she heard stories about her brother Siegfried's raid in the Summer Isles and admired him, Ashara had become quite skilled on the sea but she had also continued the training that her father wished for her (but only because her mother encouraged her to.) This was also the year Ashara snuck out on a raid looting a small coastal village of Westeros, they were not met with much resistance but Ashara experienced her first battle and her first kill there... Ashara continued to sneak out to raids and practicing her combat and commanding (this was because she wished to Captain her own ship one day) until she was 11 years old when Siegfried once again called for a Reaving party which Ashara enthusiastically joined, Ashara earned respect from many Ironborn due to her bravery but spent most of the time under Siegfrieds protection


Ashara gave a portion of her loot to her mother and stored the rest away in secret. After this Ashara would leave to sail more often. When Ashara was 15 Siegfried once again called for a Reaving party, many Ironborn rushed to the call this time as Siegfried had become quite famous and due to this the party was rather large, during the raids of the disputed lands (Lys, Tyrosh and Myr.) Ashara took command of her own ship and using Harron Harlaws strategy to successfully raid and capture a large merchant ship and split the wealth among the men responsible, she also raided a number of coastal villages and even a small port.


Once again upon her return she gave some of her wealth to her mother but this time with the remainder she brought the loot from the two Reaving together and constructed a ship almost as large as the ones in the Iron Fleet however was a bit smaller named Sea Song, she also had a personal set of armour forged including a longsword and daggers.


Other:


Is around 5'8 in height.









 

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