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Name: Lord Rory Baratheon


Gender: Male


Age: 30


Nicknames / Titles: The Raging Stag, Lord of Dragonstone


Marital Status: Unmarried


Personality:


Lord Rory Baratheon - a well recognized name throughout the Kingdom, known for his direct manner of speaking - and lack of social graces, he could be described as a bitter, hateful man. But those who label him as such know nought about him. Rory is a man of great determination, fierce passion, and incredible intellect.


No doubt, one of the greatest minds in Westeros, a battle against him - would be fearsome indeed. Whilst no slouch in many departments, his desire for what he believes is his often leads to blind arrogance, and rash actions. And his diplomatic skills are nothing short of poor.


Biography: Whilst born as the eldest son of the Baratheon household, it was no secret that the relationship between Rory and his father was always hanging by a thread, unlike most eldest sons; Rory received little direction in the ways of ruling, and was even denied his birthright as Lord of Storms End. Most considered him the 'failure' child, due to his own ambitions and blatant disregard for his fathers words - yet these traits were the results of his own neglect, likely a result of his mothers death in childbirth, his birth.


There were many reasons for the fallout between the two, some minor, some prominent. Such as Rory's disagreement with the lessons taught by Osmond, ranging to Rory's defiance to his father.


His physique was a combination of natural strength, and his rigorous daily training exercises. Whilst his younger brother Braedon was trained to rule the lands, Rory was busy training his body to mimic the perfect warrior. However, one thing his father never learnt was his eldest son's incredible ability to command an a battlefield, and not simply swing a sword.


The art of tactical warfare was the only thing the Baratheon could do better than fight, and all of his skills were mostly self taught; Rory actually spent the majority of his time away from home, and it became apparent that Osmund soon just stopped caring completely.


With that, Rory abandoned his home at the age of 17, in favour of trying to make a name for himself as the leader of a mercenary company - his success was in fact staggering, known throughout Westeros as an incredible warrior, strategic master, and of noble birth; meant he was the first to be bought - even at an increased price.


Spending 6 years as a mercenary honed Rory's war skills to perfection; yet such a lifestyle mad his social graces - and diplomacy - disastrous, yet his mercenary reign ended when he was awarded the fiefdom of Dragonstone by King Maerys the Mad after slaying the 'Knight of Glass' - a legendary outlaw - in personal combat, and one of the most fearsome figures in Westeros. It is likely he only received the fiefdom to spite Osmund Baratheon - who Maerys knew hated his eldest with a passion.


However, upon the execution of his father; Ser Rory ignored the call to arms from both sides of the war, choosing to remain in Dragonstone. Whether his siblings bear any hate towards him for this is unknown, but contrary to his earlier lifestyle, Rory seemed to wisen in his late twenties, and whilst he bears some level of desire to Storms End, he does not hold ill feelings towards Braedon.


Other: Whilst he doesn't possess the marital finesse of Martyn Lannister, or Trevir Arryn; Rory's large physique of 6'6, and great strength combined with his battle rage puts him far above most fighters in Westeros. However, unbeknownst to most; Rory is of a sound tactical mind, and enjoys strategic board games to test his ability in command.


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Name: Ser Mandon Seaworth


Gender: Male


Age: 54


Nicknames / Titles: The Sea Dragon


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Ser Mandon is not Westeros's typical knight; this is a man born of low born status, who fought tooth and nail for survival. He has the of such, direct, to the point and completely unafraid to speak his mind - despite his upfront way of speech, nobody can fault this man's unwavering willpower, and unquestionable loyalty to his Lord.


Whilst no combat master, or great warrior. His name is recognized all across the true Baratheon ranks as a man of incredible intellect - Rory Baratheon has even dubbed the Sea Dragon is the 'finest tactician in Westeros'.


Biography:


Born to the decrepit slums of Flea Bottom, life was destined to be a terrible struggle for Ser Mandon at birth, like most born of such origin who survived; his early life was traversed acting as a thief and smuggler; the days littered with dangers, and prayers of evading capture from the City Watch. Like most children if Flea Bottom, Mandon was born fatherless; and without much care from his mother. Such things only reinforced the child's ambition to escape the shackles of King's Landing.


Alas, his chance came at the young age of 16, when the teenager overheard discussion of a ship entering the bay, one of Pirate origin. Under cover of night, with little other option. Mandon used the skills obtained throughout his life to sneak on-board this ship. Evidently, mid-journey to Volantis, he was discovered - yet rather than punishment - the Captain, impressed with Mandon's ability to avoid notice for four days, took the boy under his wing.


It was then, during the 'Glass Knights Terror' that Maerys the Mad hired a mercenary fleet to transport a small army of crown soldiers and mercenaries to Riverun to combat the outlaw. The pirates chose to accompany the army - under the joint command of a renowned knight, and Ser Rory Baratheon in the hopes of treasure. But instead, most found only death. Whilst the death of the outlaw is credited largely to Rory's skill - what most people do not know is the 'Glass Knight' possessed a Valyrian steel greatsword, which tore through Rory's own blade in seconds.


The reason for his survival was Ser Mandon's bravery through intercepting the killing blow with his shield, allowing Rory to regain his footing. With the huge Valyrian Sword stuck near the bottom of Mandon's shield - after slicing off most of his hand - Rory was able to finish the fight with a simple dagger stab to the throat.


He was promptly knighted by the future Lord he had saved, and has served Rory for many years - his loyalty fixed.


Other:


Ser Mandon is an incredible tactician, and battle commander. But his true mastery lies in the seas, a naval battle against this Sea Dragon is severely one sided. However, despite his abilities; he is plagued by the loss of a hand.


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Name: Lord Dolar Umber


Gender: Male


Age: 54


Nicknames / Titles: Lord of Last Hearth, The Northern Giant, Dolar "Bear's Bane" Umber.


Marital Status: Married


Personality: Dolar, is best described as a simple man; despite his freak size, he is a kind, compassionate, and unwaveringly loyal subject to House Stark. A true man of justice, and a zealot of the Old Gods. He is a competent enough commander, with a decent mind for battle tactics - and is an incredible diplomat, his intimidating size but kind nature complimenting each other with intimidation and persuasion.


Most would peg the warrior as a blood-lusted madmen had they only witnessed him in battle, but he is perhaps one of the gentlest people in the North, a loud man; no doubt, like most Umber's Dolar has no qualms with engaging in heavy drink - and due to his size, he's never once been hungover in his life. Similarly, despite his old age the man seems to be as fit as any prime warrior.


Despite his basic life of content in the North, Dolar is a force to behold against any his liege Lord would do war with - he fights like a berserker, or a bear as some put it - no mercy, no holding back. Those who speak to the towering Lord are shocked to find how friendly, and easy to talk to he is - the man being incredibly social, and enjoying casual talk with people of all faiths, or regions.


Biography: Lord Dolar has always lived a simple life, barely ever leaving the constraints of the North, even at a young age. His father raised him like most Umbers, to treasure loyalty, honour, and justice, but in battle show no mercy, and fight with the strength of the Gods themselves. Yet it was clear to all that Dolar was a "freak of nature" even from being a mere boy, by the time he was nine he already stood at 5'8, and the number gradually increased; at 13 he was 6'3, at 16 he was 7'1, then upon hitting the age of twenty the Umber was standing at over 8 feet tall.


Lord Dolar's kind ways, and legendary size earned him a reputation among the whole of Westeros, but in the North he was something of a living Legend. And for good reason too - when the man was thirty years old, the Umbers and Karstarks had a hunting competition with all the other Lords of the realm - and different members of both families were to defeat a beast of their choice. Dolar... Chose a bear.


...And he killed the Bear with his bare hands. As opposed to his wisdom now, back then he was a prideful, competitive, egoistical boaster. Highly gregarious, and very confident in his abilities. The man threw his weapons down and lunged for a bear head on - guarded only by light chainmail and furs. That day, a large host of many Northern Lords witnessed as Lord Dolar Umber was able to snap a bears neck, and come out of the encounter with only moderate cuts...


The days since then, however, were quiet. And Lord Dolar soon found he didn't want adventure, but to settle down at home - with the love of his life, Maya Karstark, and their five children.


Other: He is a literal "Northern Giant" 8'1 and 466lbs, this man could wrestle a bear (again) into submission despite his age. His otherworldy strength and size is what makes him ferocious. Dolar has little finesse or skill at actual swordplay. And though he is faster than any man of 8 foot has a right to be; he doesn't come close to smaller fighters in speed.


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Name: Lord Egyll Frey


Gender: Male


Age: 33


Nicknames / Titles: Lord Egyll the Lone Lord, The Toll Thief.


Lord of The Twins, and the Freylands. High Lord of The Crossing.


Marital Status: Married (For now)


Personality: This man is quite the specimen... Selfish, beyond imagination but a man of significant intelligence, and incredible cunning. Lord Egyll is a master of the game - he understands how the cogs of the throne turn, and how to make them turn to benefit him - to underestimate this man, is a terrible mistake. Lord Egyll's ambition is nigh-insatiable, and his drive to reach the a higher standing is sharper than Valyrian steel.


Egyll is not an evil man, he is an opportunistic man, he has no honour code, nor preference of justice. He has one main loyalty, and that is too himself. Yet despite his massive ambition; it's height has limits - Egyll has no desire to be a Lord Paramount, or King. He wishes to be the strongest minor house in the Riverlands - and eventually - Westeros. Whilst loyalty to the Tullys would not be the word, Egyll would never turn his back on the trouts without good reason, as he sees the Tully name as a direct means for more power to House Frey.


In addition to his incredible intrigue; Lord Frey is also a masterful steward, and since his rule over The Crossing the region has prospered, and the commonfolk adore him, even if many Lords despise him. Yet any man with plausible political skill, and good intelligence can see that Lord Egyll is potentially one of the more dangerous Game-Players in Westeros. He cares not for the judgment of others, and only for his own positioning in the realm.


Biography: Before the birth of Lord Egyll, the Freys were nothing special; disliked, and unknown, Egyll's father was nothing more thn a lap-dog for the other Riverlords, the man lacked any sort of spine and was nothing but a slave. It could only be described as unfortunate when the man lost his footing atop the walls a few days after Egyll's 17th birthday. This meant Egyll was then the rightful Lord of the House, and he made many, many changes. Anyone who wished to pass the crossing had to pay a heavy toll - which richened Egyll greatly, this money was then used to increase the Frey army up to 4,000 soldiers, and was put back into the lands of the Crossing.


The towns and villages of the region prospered under their Lords newfound wealth, and many grew to resent Egyll - both for the toll, and out of envy. For this reason, the Freys are generally looked down upon; and have little allies, despite Egyll's brilliant facade of kindness to all he meets, many would describe him as a "pleasant and smart" man. The former couldn't be further from the truth. For years now, realm was in relative peace - and The Crossing continued to develop, yet Egyll always wanted more. His own ambition however, led to the neglection of his children, yet their mother was always their to shower them with love, only Ryan is shown anything akin to affection by Egyll.


With Westeros now embroiled in Civil War however, Egyll's chance to rise from the ashes of others may have arrived.


Other: Has no skill in combat, and whilst he is no master strategist; he is more than capable of applying intrigue, and deception in battle.


Darwel and Lora Frey


Age: Twins, 17


Personality: Darwel Frey is the firstborn son to Egyll Frey, and a twin to Lady Lora Frey, unlike his father; Darwel is utterly bored by court intrigue, and much prefers to focus on marital exploits over all else. As if a polar opposite, he goes so far as to aspire to be a great knight; taking chivalry to heart leading him to be a man of honor, respect, and bracery; as opposed to the master-schemer, Egyll - his father - who much prefers playing with the cogs of the realm over swords.


Yet Egyll himself, whilst detatched from his children; still holds pride for his firstborn son, although this is only part love, and partly over the image Darwel gives to the house.


Personality: Lora Frey is Egyll's firstborn daughter, and is a far cry from both Darwen and Egyll. Kind of heart, and soft; she shies from all manner of court intrigue and warfare, to the point of almost extremity, whilst not physically weak, she has a very fragile mind - and little special skills or traits to speak of beside good intentions.


Ryan and Diana Frey


Age 12 and 8.


Personality: Ryan Frey is by far the favourite to Egyll, whilst Darwel is the firstborn, he has always been more independant, and obsessed with warfare and combat. Yet Ryan seems to share his father's fascination with politics, and manipulation. Though still young, Ryan is tutored directly by Egyll, and already shows signs of impressive inteligence.


Personality: Diana Frey is still young, but her early personality shows a love of adventure and curiosity.

 

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Name: Lawsen "Pup" Clegane


Gender: Male


Age: 21


Nicknames / Titles: Lord of House Clegane, Pup Clegane


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Always being placed in the shadow of his older brother, Lawsen had no choice other than to read or to train with the guards. In books, he found what he didn't have in his life : a father figure. That was, of course, his ancestor, the one that founded House Clegane. Reading more books, he found out how to forge aliances and the map of Westeros, with all the houses in them.


While training with the guards and soldiers, he learned how to handle himself in a fight. He trained to be able to hold a shield and a sword, in this way forging a sort-of tie with the guards and with the people, many calling him afectionately "pup". This made Lawsen mad at first, it being a reminder of him always being in second place to his brother, but in time, it grew with him.


As every Clegane, he was taught to train dogs. This was by far his favorite past time. He grew atached to dogs, these strange creatures. Lawsen grew attached with one in particular, naming him Fang. A black, big dog that looks more like a bear than like a dog, Fang had always been there with him, even when Lawsen was on horseback. He spends his past time near the kennels, where the screams of thieves and deserters never die out.


Lawsen has a sense of duty and of honor, so much so that when his older brother spoke up and got a public humiliation, Lawsen, on the way back, told him "...you are a disgrace and an oaf to a great house of warriors, that is now ruled by an dishonorable drunken pig!". Of course, he got his beating, but not before Lawsen landed a few punches on his brother. "...You are no brother of mine..." Were Lawsen's words, between coughing and blood spitting, a disgruntled expression on his face. It pained him to say it, he was family after all, but his duty was beyond family.


Biography:


Lawsen did not have much of a childhood. Beeing the second born son was something that Lawsen hated. His father was always out training with his older brother, completely ignoring Lawsen. Some people even speculated this hate was because Lawsen was a bastard, but those rumors soon died out. His mother payed attention to him, sometimes teaching him how to read or how to greet or speak to a person with respect.


Lawsen did not know too much about his mother, only that she was a lady of a noble birth. A few years after he was born, she passed away, leaving behind two young girls, and Lawsen, who now felt more alone than he had ever felt. Taking upon himself to raise his sisters, his sadness soon was drowned in his now busy life, as he had to balance between family and training.


Seeing that his father was focusing on his older brother, he decided to go and train with the guards. At first they laughed him off, naming him "pup" out of spite for him. That led Lawsen to train everyday, to learn how to defend himself. As he started to grow, he felt the need to get out of the castle, and go into the town and mingle with the common people, as his father would say. Lending a hand where he could, and talking to townsfolk, they also started to call him "pup", but this time, the name didn't make Lawsen mad or sad.


One day, his father called for Lawsen outside. The joy on his face was vissible all the way from Dorne, as this was the first time in a while his father called for him. He wasn't happy to see his brother there too, who seem to grow larger by the day, but he had learned how to hide his emotions. That day was the day Lawsen saw the kennels of Clegane's Keep.


Some dogs were larger than others, but from them, a rather little one was standing between two rather large ones. The little black pup showed signs of being beaten and signs that it was deprived of food. As it suddenly collapsed, the kennel master quickly went to the pup and his hand reached out to grab it by the gruff of its neck. It rose up and started to growl, biting the kennel master by the hand. Angrily, the kennel master wanted to whip the dog into submission, but Lawsen could not stand it. Jumping down, even though his brothers asked him what he was doing, he rushed the kennel master and tackled him. The dog growled at them both and Lawsen looked into the dog's eyes, and simply said : "Bite."


The blood that splashed on his face and tunic felt strangely good. Not sickly, not digusted, but a warm sensation. The dog then calmy sat next to Lawsen, him standing still on the body of the now neckless kennel master. His father applauded him, laughing and cheering him. The guards joined him, smiling also and chanting "Pup!".


From that day forward, he named the dog Fang, and took it with him wherever he would go. Fang would not stay in his usual kennel, no, it would stay in Lawsen's room, keeping him safe by anyone who would do him harm.


Of course, with being a lord, comes some vices. As wine didn't show him any interest, the night life sure did. Spending some nights in inns under diferent names, he developed an infatuation with having, well, 'company' so to say. He keeps this a secret, as he would sometimes stray from the 'usual' path.


After his father died, his brother came on teh throne. Every day he would sigh and contemplate an assassination or something to get his brother off the throne. He was an arrogant brute, fit more to be a warrior rather than a lord. Everytime his mouth would open, the stench of wine and of stale meat would escape his large mouth. When his brother dared to insult his lord's sister, and was humiliated, Lawsen was heart broken. Sure, he hated his brother, but it was still his family, his own blood. With a small escort, he started to trek back to Clegane's Keep. Finaly, fury got the best of him, as his brother would add "That whore should keep her knave brother on her leash. Does he know who we are?"


Lawsen's eyes went to his brother. "I know who I am, but you are a complete stranger for me. You know what you are? You are an idiot from a house of noble lords, that now is represented by a drunken oaf who got humliated in front of-" A gauntled clashed with Lawsen's check, sending him down in the dirt. Spiting blood, Lawsen looks at his brother and simply says : "You are no brother to me."


News came of Tiber giving Lawsen the title of Lord of Clegane's Keep. His smile was big, and he was finaly satisfied with himself. His brother dissapeared. Some say, he was fed to the dogs in the kennel, and his blood splatered all over Lawsen, others say he ran and joined the Night's Watch, others that he became a hedge knight. Lawsen did not care for rumours, he had known where his brother went, and decided to keep it a secret. Only one of his sisters, Liana, knows about this.


With his seat in place, Lawsen is determined to establish the military might of the Clegane, wanting to bring honor and respect to this house who, not long ago, was shamed for their leader. Eager to serve the lord that gave him this oportunity, he is willing to give his life for the Lannisters and for the Clegane.


Other: Lawsen prefers company of both sexes, not discriminating. When not in the kennels or planning, he is usualy roaming brothels. Old habbits die hard, or they won't die at all. Skilled with a sword and shield, his skills lies more in diplomacy, although he knows some tactics too.


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Name: Liana Clegane


Gender: Female


Age: 16


Nicknames / Titles: Young Princess of House Clegane


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Liana is rather un-lady like. Prefering sword and armor rather than dresses, she tends to let her her fists do the talking, the majority of the time. She still has time to grow, and she knows courtesy, but for the time being, she still has the fighting spirit of a keneled dog, like every other Clegane.


When not in armor, she wears a yellow dress and he hair braided, and she speaks softly and a rather odd accent. She smiles and is generaly upbeat, and has a certain inocence about her, although she often spied on her brother when he took people inside the kennels.


She loves all her siblings, as hate is unknown to her. Her older sister tries to teach her to be lady like, but she sometimes plays dumb, or refuses her advices, leading to her sister nicknaming her "Wild Dog". Her brother, Lawsen, cares for her and taught her how to fight. She holds him in high regards, and being very proud of him achieving the title of lord. With her even older brother she had a close relationship too, as he would chalange her to fights and they would fight and laugh at the end.


Biography:


Liana was the last born of the Clegane siblings. In her childhood, she enjoyed wandering outside and running around the training ground where her father would teach her older brother. Lawsen would just stay in the castle, reading or looking at maps. She would pass through there and try and cheer him up, him always seeming either sad or worried.


Her mother would urge her to stand still and try and learn to read, or to learn to speak like a lady. She would refuse, and her mother would sigh, shake her head and, with a smile, say : "Wild spirit... I don't know where you get that from.". She would sometimes roll her eyes and accept to learn diverse things from her mother, because she always held her mother dear. But, misfortune struck, and her mother died. She ran away and cried, near the base of the high tower in the keep.


Near her, Lawsen seated himself, looking up at the roof of the tower. He consoled her, assuring her that he would take care of her, and that she is stronger than this. After a heartfelt hug, they both exited the tower. Next morning, Lawsen took her to train in sword fighting, and this was something she took a liking to.


As vices, she did not develop any, although she has a fear of snakes, as she was bitten by one when she was little, leaving a bite mark on her left arm. She spent much of her time on the training grounds, perfecting her sword skills. Her brother still tries to teach her the code of ettics, but she won't give him th etime of day, although she is starting to understand she would have to learn that sometime, but is happy with how much she knows for now.


Other: Her older brother, before leaving, told her where he was going, just so she wouldn't go searching for him or think he died. She keeps her suit clean all the time, spending many hours cleaning it.


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Name: Fryda Clegane


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Nicknames / Titles: Princess of House Clegane


Marital Status: single


Personality:


Fryda is the lady of the Clegane House. She is polite and kind, to an almost motherly extent. But, she is not to be taken lightly. Although she seems friendly, she could turn the page in a blink of an eye. When she considers someone is making fun of her, she turns into a whole other person. Mean, threatening and devious, she could turn the warmest conversations into one colder than the wheater beyond the wall.


She has an estranged relationship with her brother Lawsen as he was present in her youth, but as soon as her mother died, he decided to help her sister instead. And so, Fryda kind of holds a certain restment towards her brother, like Lawsen did for his own brother. Fryda tries to make Liana into a noble lady, but gets frustrated when she refuses her.


Biography:


In her younger years, Fryda was always in the castle, reading and following her mother around. She found a friend in her brother, who taught her how to read. They would often read legends and tales from far, smiling at how big the world seemed. Her mother was Fryda's role model. Between all the siblings, Fryda knew the most about their mother.


She would often see her mother having short, discreet, bursts of fury, culminating in her calming down, and with a smile, saying something that made everything more terrifying than it should've been. Fryda begged her mother to teach her how to speak like her and how to act like her, so, she gave her books, and gave her oral lessons about this.


When her mother died, Fryda was devastated. But, she learned to hide her emotions. She wanted to cry like her sister, but she couldn't. She had to mentain her posture and her demeanor. Although, she got even angrier when she saw her brother, Lawsen, spending more time with Liana. She again locked herself in her room, practicing singing and poetry, as to appear more appealing.


In her free time, she found joy, like her brother, in the night life. In the night, she often sneaks into town and into brothels. Fryda keeps this a secret aswell, as it would be even a much bigger disgrace than her brother. When her brother became lord, replacing her older brother, she smiled a bit, as she also considered Lawsen a better leader than the former. Nowadays, Fryda could be seen everywhere inside the castle, but she is often on the balcony, looking around.


Other: She has a secret that, if found out, it would rock the whole Clegane foundation. She finds books very interesting, and would often immers herself in tales of old. She tends to write or practice her caligraphy in her free time, and, in the night, she likes to go drinking at a local brothel in town.

 

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Lawsen's Pack

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Name: Brack Lorch


Gender: Male


Age: 43


Nicknames / Titles: Bellringer


Marital Status: Unknown


Personality: Brack is considered the oldest of Lawsen's pack. He was a knight in the time of Lawsen's father, and served him as a loyal soldier. From what Lawsen and Gendry say, Brack is a silent yet proficient fighter. He shouts commands with a voice that could shake mountains. He has rather a buff figure, although he isn't as tall as Mender.


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Name: Rupert Westford


Gender: Male


Age: 23


Nicknames / Titles: The Ruthless


Marital Status: Single


Personality: As his title suggests, his lack of mercy is the reason Lawsen chose him. He found something in him that made his skin crawl, as blood splattered on his face and not even a single flinch could be seen. Not even when he was cutting down villagers who expressed their distaste for Lawsen's rule. His voice is soft, like the stringing of a harp, but his bite is much worse.


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Name: Paxtan Doggett


Gender: Male


Age: 28


Nicknames / Titles: The Wise


Marital Status: Married


Personality: Paxtan is one of Lawsen's most instructed adviser. Even more than Gendry, who is Lawsen's personal adviser. The reason why Paxtan is not Lawsen's personal adviser is because he held the same title for his brother, and so Lawsen decided to change all of his court men, but he still considered Paxton one of the best, so he decided he would include him into his inner circle, where he could use him without giving him too much power.


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Name: Melvan Ruttiger


Gender: Male


Age: 33


Nicknames / Titles: Black Dog


Marital Status: Unknown


Personality: As his clothes suggest, Melvan thrives in the macabre. Either is making an example of the peasants, or torturing animals, or splashing blood on himself, just for the thrill of it, Melvan is unofficially Lawsen's 'scarecrow'. Just saying his name to his soldiers brings fright, as one wrong step or laugh, and his head would roll among the enemies too.


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Name: Gendry Yarwyck


Gender: Male


Age: 25


Nicknames / Titles: Lapdog


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Gendry is Lawsen's personal adviser, and his right hand. He has been loyal to Lawsen, the reason for his nickname, and for im becoming the Lord's right hand. His command is unmatched, as when he speaks, the others listen. His attitude is usually laid back with his soldiers and fellow pack men. Gendry has a soft heart, and strives to save as many lifes as he can, not wanting useless bloodshed, something that Lawsen and others disagree with.


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[Leusis]

Name: Tai Fang


Gender: Male


Age: 29


Nicknames / Titles: Young Phoenix


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Tai is a very laid back man even in the harshest of situations, steming from his training in composure as a warrior priest of Yi Ti. His calming nature is only matched by his sense of adventure and hate for his homeland. Since leaving Yi Ti he has opened up greatly, easily being able to drink among the men on the ship and crack jokes even in the midst of battle. The only thing able to bring forth his wrath is to simply speak poorly about the gods he so strongly believes in.


Biography: Tai was born the youngest son of a YiTish prince in southern Yi Ti. As such Tai he was rarely visited by his father in favor of his four elder brothers, making sure all of them were close and capable of ruling while Tai was cast aside. It was at the age of six that Tai's father finally grew tired of his existance completely and sent the younng boy off to a far away temple in the eastern edge of the Bone Mountains to live as a monk. It was here that Tai grew up, learning from the priests about The Lion of Night and his teachings. It was here that Tai formed his belief that death was the most important time of ones existance, believing that to die in the service of his god to be the most honorable death he could obtain, just as many of the other priests believed in the temple.


It was also here that Tai learned to fight, day in and day out he would be put through harsh exercise and sparring to assure that his body was honed for combat just as all the other priests were. They were not taught tactics, math or science, only how to read so that they could understand the word of their god, speak so that they may convert those of another faith to their own, and fight so that they may protect their temples and themselves so that they may continue to spread the word of The Lion of Night. It is in this gauntlet that Tai was forged for battle and worship believing one day he would sacrafice himself in the name of his god. And for a time he believed like all others in the temple that their place was only within the temple that Yi Ti peasants so often visited. But Tai eventually began to believe that travel was the best way to spread the message of his god, and thus he preparred himself to leave Yi Ti in secret.


Hiding away food and supplies Tai would eventually leave his temple in the silence of night, journeying hundreds of miles, hungry and alone to the Jade Sea. It was in a small port that Tai would meet a bearded man who looked nothing like any of the men he had met before, his features far different from the men that lived in his home country. It was through this man that Tai gained passage to any land he required to visit, so long as he would work for the man and kill his enemies. Luckily for Tai he had no problems with such a thing and would readily kill, though he believed he did so not in this mans name, but in the name of his god, for it was his guidance that lead Tai to this odd looking man and thus set him upon such a journey to find new lands.


It has been nearly a decade since Tai had met the man he now calls captain and Tai has learned many languages and seen many places in the process. He has also killed many men from these lands and hardened his already brilliant skills through harsh and deadly combat, for he now lives among pirates.


Other:


Tai is an extremely skilled archer and staff wielder as the only skills he posesses are that of speech and reading outside of combat, though he knows many languages due to speaking with a great deal of people from many different lands. His prowess in combat is so great that he is able to fire an arrow through the visor of a knights helm from 100 yards, even splitting his own arrows and defeating a half dozen men single handedly using his bow as a staff. It is due to his speed and strength in combat that he was given the nickname Young Phoenix as many in his temple believed he was simply impossible to kill.


Tai carries with him at all times a goldenheart bow that doubles as his staff, famed to be soaked in dragons blood as not even steel weapons are capable of leaving a mark on it. Though in reality the bow was simply made of an absurdly higher quality than even the best of goldenheart bows, making it capable of shooting upwards of 600 yards and easily capable of blocking steel weaponry. (essentially on par with a quarterstaff made of steel when used to block weaponry)


Tai is an odd man to most individuals, believing greatly in his god, even refusing to kill anybody during an eclipse due to his belief that it is The Lion of Night coming to claim lives personally and that he has no right to do so himself at such a time, regardless of how bad his current situation is. Tai's belief is so strong that if he ever met a man he believed to be an avatar of The Lion he would throw himself upon a sword without hesitation if he was told to do so.


Stands at an unimpressive and unintimidating 5'5ft though his body is lean and muscular, allowing him to fight at and maintain highspeeds due to his stamina.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

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Few have the slightest clue where I came from, besides Westeros. Basically nobody knows anything beyond that. Now stop asking, or I'll put a sword in that inquisitive mouth. William Thorne

Name: William Thorne


Gender: Male


Age: 41


Nicknames / Titles: Goes by Ashten Rose. Sometimes called 'Shadow'.


Marital Status: Unwed


Personality:


William was once a son of House Thorne, noble and knightly. His time on the Wall has changed that, and now he's bitter, caustic, and always ready for the worst. He's not exactly a model of the honourable knight any more, and tends to be very pragmatic in how he does things, regardless of morality. What few things he stands up for, though, he will not back down on. One of these is the Targaryens. He is bitter about being dismissed from the Kingsguard and being sent to the Night's Watch, but he holds that to Maeryn the Mad, not the Targaryens. He is just as loyal to them, or rather her, as Daenna is the only true Targaryen, as he was before. However, he would spit on Maeryn the Mad if he ever sees him again. He is unaware that Maeryn is dead.


William isn't all doom and gloom, though. He maintains a sense of humour, especially in using his uncanny ability to move quickly and quietly almost anywhere, remaining generally unnoticed. He's too world-weary to be arrogant or have any abundance of self-assurance. Besides, he's always held onto the advice that Gale Corbray once gave him. 'Never go into combat without focus. The drawing of swords is serious business, do not underestimate it.'


Biography:


William Thorne was born to House Thorne as the second son, and grew up as an exceptional warrior with a rather unexceptional life. He did well in tourneys and melees, and had a decent education to go with his abilities. He became known as a spectre of sorts, a renowned fighter who could be almost anywhere at any time. His ability to move quickly and quietly sometimes unnerved others. They would be looking at him leaning on a pillar, look away for a moment to adjust a brooch, and then he'd be gone when they looked back. This capacity for stealth and rapid movement served him well over the years.


At nineteen he was chosen to join the Kingsguard to replace the latest member, who had died when a ship he was on sank in a storm. Being a young, ambitious lad of nineteen, he accepted without delay. He served the Targaryens loyally during these times, but he continued to turn up in places he shouldn't have been, and he saw things that were not to be seen. For example, he saw the Queen in bed with another man, and then nine months later she gave birth to Kuvira. During this time, he came to have an affair with the Queen, and he was the man who fathered Aerea, who he showed a mostly subtle preference for in his actions over the years.


When he was thirty six, the game was up. Maeryn caught him in the act of sleeping with the Queen, and ordered him seized and taken not to the executioner's block, but to the Wall. Apparently on account of 'If he won't hold to his oath for celibacy the first time, then I'll make him do it again.' There was no trial to decide his fate, simply the King's decision. He was simply grateful that he was sent to the Wall instead of one of the Seven Hells.


At the Wall was where he stayed for a year. At some point during this, he lost an eye to a Wildling's spear when on patrol, but lived through the incident. After a year, he could not take being on the Wall any longer, and launched an escape attempt. Shockingly, he succeeded, and snuck aboard a merchant ship to Essos with nothing but his armour, a bow, a quiver of arrows, a shield, and a sword. In Essos he made a living, gaining some renown as a quality mercenary and hired sword of considerable skill and far less considerable moral fibre. He worked for money and little else, trying to detach himself from his previous life. However, he could not help but maintain some fondness for the Targaryens, especially the Queen and their daughter Aerea. He still regrets not being properly able to raise Aerea as her father, although the circumstances would not have allowed it.


Other: William Thorne is missing his left eye from an injury, and keeps that eye covered by a leather eyepatch most of the time, although he sometimes takes it off to help intimidate people or just for fun. Highly skilled swordsman, and was one of the better swordsmen in the Kingsguard at the time, but he's not as good as someone like Gale Corbray or Martyn Lannister. Has a gift and exceptional talent for moving quickly without being noticed. Still loyal to the Targaryens, except Maeryn. Knows that Kuvira and Aerea are bastards and that Daenna is legitimate. Fathered Aerea. 5'9" and 156 lbs.

 

[Akio]

Appearance:

Name: Dallen Melcolm


Gender: Male


Age: 27


Nicknames / Titles: Red Eye'd Moon


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Calm and steady Dallen is the exact opposite of Cayden and the strategist of the Red Spears. His voice rarely ever rises above a calm steady tone even in battle and he is known to be extreamly insightful both on and off the battlefield. Together with Cayden and Gerrard they form the core of the Red Spears and have an extremely strong bond with each other as close as brothers despite their difference in age and attitudes


Biography: Born in the free city of Lys as the son of a prositute and an unknown man among her clients. His mother was one of the gentle Naathi and by luck the mothers owner decided to raise him herself so the mother and child stayed together. With his long hair, fair face, and golden eyes that Gerrard would later tease him for "being as pretty as a girl" he became relitively popular among the brothels customers of both sexes. One day one of the wealthiest men in the city took a liking to him and finally bought him, separating him from his mother at about 16 years old. While at the rich mans home he was quick to realize Dallens talent never to forget anything he saw and used him as a scribe as well a lover which allowed him access to his first books. He absorbed information very quickly and greatly increased the wealth of his patron by ferreting out cheated deals and offering his own advice which the man found sound which delighted him. Less then two years later the rich man died of fever and apparently had been so pleased with the man that having no heirs himself freed his slave and made him heir making Dallen very rich in a single night. First freeing all slaves now sworn to him he rode to the brothel his mother was forced to work (he had kept in contact with her over the years) and offered his entire fortune for his mothers freedom only to be refused when the man decided he liked having this rich man in his power and not wanting to give into his former slave. Dallen was considering what could be done and had left to ask several of the old slaves and guards ((who many had stayed for Dallen had always been kind to them and having no where else to go)) to help him free her even if it meant he had to leave the city only to learn she had been sold. In desperation he tracked down the man who bought hwr who was none other then Cayden himself. A prince of Dorne and never lacking money, after a successful job he took his large portion of his earnings as company captain and using that and some of his own wealth he freed the entire brothel after buying them from their owner and offering them free transportation to Bravos or Dorne to start a new life. When he learned and met his mother again he swore eternal loyalty to Cayden and today the two along with Gerrard consider each other brothers and it was his wealth and buisness that funded and still does fund much of the Red Spears military actions.


Other: Only an average melee fighter Dallen turned to sharpening the strongest weapons on his inventory his bow and his mind. He uses a Dragonbone bow that he won off a Darthraki horselord in a bet and is the best Archer in the Red Spears. He is also a fearsome stratigist, who is known well in the disputed lands for not missing a single instant on the battlefield even with just a glance because he has photographic memory. Cayden has remarked before Dallen could probably run the entire Dornish military by himself including logistics and strategy. Partly because of the influence of his mother he doesn't eat meat though he does still kill. He also has a fairly well off buisness with its headquarters in his house he inherited as well as being the headquarters for the Red Spears.


Appearance:

Name: Gerrard Stonefist (being a bastard the last name is chosen by himself)


Gender: Male


Age: 30


Nicknames / Titles: The Flying Spear, Sore Foot (by those in the Red Spear


Marital Status: Single (has two children he dotes on living in Pentos)


Personality: A simple man by all means he considers himself some on with very few wants and needs. Loyal to those who do him a favor but has a tendency to look down apon someone till they've proven themselves. Known to get drunk often he is a berserk in battle who cares little for injury or tactics and just slaughters the enemy in front of him. While being a terror on the chaos of the battlefield and being surprisingly quick for a man his size his fighting style is slow and powerful much like him. Other then when hes drunk hes slow to anger but when he is angered few can calm him in his rampage.


Biography: A smith from Quhor originally he spent most of his early life on the streets salvaging for food. He never knew ethier of his parents and spent much of his time on the streets trying to survive. Even from the Tim he was young it was obvious he would be a massive man, by the time most were just starting to grow he was already showing signs of a massive body even lacking some nutrition. A smith, liking the natural strength of his body took him in as an apprentice and he took to world of smithing. He loved the deadly edge of a blade, the hefty weight of a shield, the comfortable weight of armor. He began to train himself with a variety of different weapons and armor and even though he wasn't paid he started gathering materials for himself to make his own weapons and armor. Years passed and he came skilled enough to be considered a master smith himself, also around this time he starting taking care of twins he claims are his own though a mother was never mentioned though they share a passing resemblance thats enough to make most people not question. One day around the last days he worked in his masters shop 3 thiefs broke into the shop when his master wasn't there and he heard them so he had time to grab a hammer and shield and while they were 3 of them they only carried concealed weapons and were facing a man half again their size. They never stood a chance and were cut down, one nearly split into two by his massive strength and this caused him to get in touch with his berserker nature and thrill of blood. Crafting his own weapons and armor with the finest steel stolen from the work shop and stored over the years before leaving to gather his children. However his children slowed him down enough thugs hired by his master caught up with him and engaged him. While he managed to hold his own he could do little against the overwhelming numbers while protecting his children and was about to be cut down when Cayden and Dallen who by chance who had been riding by with the Red Spears who were still reforming at the time and slaughtered his attackers. Cayden then offered him a place in the band and safety for his children after hearing the story and hes been with them ever since, being the last and oldest of the 3 "bothers."


Other: Unlike Cayden and Dallen Gerrard has little problem with slavery seeing it as the natural order of things though the three avoid arguing about it. He is also an accomplished smith who forged his own weapons and armor. His sword is the most odd thing in his equipment, made differently then any sword in Westeros by being thick enough so it was snap even if he slams it against plate armor with enough force to dent it while heavy enough most would have trouble using it with one hand as he does. While not as effective as Valayrian steel the way it was made is so it might end up chipping and even breaking lesser quality swords under his great strength and repeated blows without it breaking his own.

 

[Archon]

Appearance:

Name: Stridas Zo Areq


Gender: Male


Age: 26


Nicknames / Titles: The Warrior Master, The Harpy's Chosen, Dog-King of the East.


Future Nicknames: Stridas the Great, Stridas the Slaver.


Marital Status: Married


Personality:


Stridas is a man of great ambition, his traits are expected of a Ghiscari man; proud, gregarous, charismatic, arrogant, and courageous are some of the more common ways to describe his personality. Yet these are words only those unfamiliar with hi would use. Stridas has a reputation for claiming that soon New Ghis will rise and ascent to it's forefathers role as an Empire unknown to man, yet after eight years of preaching; and not a day of warfare, many well-educated Westerosi folk, or even people of Essos who take notice have taken to calling him the "Dog-King of the East" - all bark, and no bite.


But only New Ghis Council of Masters know the truth, each of them know that Stridas holds the harts of the people in his hands, and this gives him power. Even further still, whilst the Masters have sat impassively in their comfy homes, Stridas has been training with the army; inspecting every shipment of warfare related equipment, and sitting in hushed houses - conversing in private with the highest ranking generals of the Iron-Legion. Stridas has the council of Masters by the neck; in all but name he is The Master, Stridas knows it, and the Council know it.


Yet more peculiar... Is that the council back Stridas, primarily because like most Ghiscari; they have dreams of restoring the Old Empire, and like the rest of the nation they see Stridas as the one man who may truly be able to do such a thing.


None can deny this mans authority, he has the eyes of an individual always out for blood, and his voice oft heavy with veiled threats, and reminders of the punishment for refusing his order. Even in the council, the Masters may only speak when Stridas is not, and should he interrupt; they shy down silently. A daredevil at heart, Stridas is a rare man in Essos, as he is a massive risk-taker; he understands that with risk comes reward, and he craves the reward.


Yet his almost Tyrannical, warmongering personality is in essence merely a bluff. He is a deep believer in mercy, and cherishes that life is indeed precious. He is a generous man - for someone who see's slavery as the norm - and is not afraid to seek allies in unlikely places. But alas, his ambition routes run far deeper than his fleeting generosity - Stridas will not stop until he has formed an Empire by the likes the world has never seen - no matter how many bodies it takes, he will make Old Ghis proud.


Biography:


Stridas, like most men of the council; was born into a wealthy, and prominent noble family. Like all well-respected, and powerful noble families in Slaver's Bay, they were - as the name implies - very adept Slavers, slavery was of course the norm for the young boy growing up, and despite the life of luxury he comfortably grew up in; he was never someone close to his parents. Most days he would spend deep in literature; as like most noble boys, a tutor was hired to teach him the ways of Ghiscari politics, history, and literature. Yet beyond the necessities of education, Stridas most enjoyed history books relating to the Old Ghis Empire, and books on warfare, and great battles.


These ideals manifested in the boy's mind, and festered beyond that of imagination. Aware that he was very much due a position of real power on the council upon his father's death, Stridas started his connection-building as early as fourteen years old. Everyday he would watch as the Iron Legions were trained in the same way as the legendary Unsullied - based off of the old Lock Iron Legions - it filled him with ambition, and a desire to become a legend in turn. Stridas wanted to do something real, something great. And so he forged that path with care.


At the age of 16, Ozeq zo Areq passed away from severe stress; and as a man of great prestige, Stridas's position was all but secure. He started his campaign for greatness by partaking in the training of the troops - learning and mastering the ways of the Iron Legions. This not only earned him respect among the soldiers, but the Generals as well. More so, was his natural fondness of military affairs, it wasn't long before the teenager becoming quick friends with the higher-ranking officials of the Iron Legion, this was the first step; and the moment the rest of the council realized they'd lost power, Stridas had the army in his pocket.


A decade would pass, of life just continuing as it has, Stridas has invested a great deal of money into the Iron Legion, and to this day is dear friends with one particular general whom holds a brilliant tactical mind. Occasionally, and quite often; will the man find himself before the Council Pyramid, preaching, and shouting to thousands of commonfolk how soon they will retake the land that is rightfully their's, and become heroes of legend, making their ancestors proud.


As of late, the speeches have become less riling... But the timing could not be better, with Westeros embroiled in a huge civil war; and the Iron-Legions now prepared for war, the waiting can end. Old Ghis, will be reborn anew.


Other: Stridas is a man of sound military ability, he is by no means a strategic genius; but he is far from incompetent. Furthermore, Stridas is exceptionally skilled in the ways of formation-fighting, whilst not as skilled as the Unsullied, he is considerably more able than the average Iron Legionnaire; skilled in battle, and skilled in the bedroom, the man has no qualms with who he sleeps with provided they're attractive. (Except a Volantine, like all Ghiscari he despises those rotten ashen-haired bastards.)


Furthermore, Stridas - despite already commanding a powerful army - is a fan of hiring mercenary groups to preserve his own army, he would rather waste gold than lives. Similarly, he hates Qarth. He thinks they're a city of pretentious twats, who think they're invincible.


(Will add prominent characters later )

 

[general ostruppen]

Appearance:

The Armor he wears:

Name:

Adam Garendaan

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Nicknames / Titles:

Trusty Trickster

Desert Fox

Marital Status:

Single

Personality:

Known for his kind, clever, stubborn, and even brute personality. For a young man who has had no proper education or teaching, he always seems to have a good sense of how get out of situations and pick up a skill or two from experiencing things. He likes to be a bit charming for the ladies and knows a thing or two about being 'Gentlman' like, or he think he does. He's Open minded, sometimes careless when being angered, but rather loyal and respectful to those he admires as good leaders. He is also very ambitious to become a knight, to fight for what is truly right for the people.

"I may not look it but Im a hell of swinger and a hella of a gentleman."

Biography:

Surprisingly Adams father had actually originated from Westero but decided to move to Essos due to certain 'Debts' he had owed back then. Apparently he borrowed the money do to him having a gambling problem and of course he couldn't pay them back and apparently it was quite alot. He then quickly decided to move to Essos to start anew and thats when he had met Adams mother in the flatland. Adam was born in the flatland but his mother had died during child and birth. His Mother had owned a small herd of cattle which luckily his father was around to keep them, and that was what kept them fed. At one point when Adam could talk his father would always talk about the old days of his life in westeros. What Adam was really fascinated was the talk of being a soldier serving in suites of shining armor and of course any young boys dream to be in action for glory. His father had never fought but he had seen battles unfold before from a safe distance. From those stories it seemed that it brought Adam to become ambitious and to become something big, something that would get his name out there and to be known.

So when Adam turned thirteen he asked his father if there was anyway to become such a position, course there wasn't any way. However he had a connection to a blacksmith in Pentos that would be willing to take Adam as an apprentice. But of course Adam would not except that, however his father convinced him otherwise. So Adam traveled to Pentos with his father and had gotten Adam to settle down and begin his apprenticeship. Three years pass and Adam had become quite educated and somewhat skilled on how to make swords, and the types of swords. Some nights he would take sneak to the storage room where they kept there products and take a sword to practice in the blacksmiths cellar. It wasn't the greatest place to practice, but it gave Adam the happiness of getting to feel how it was like to swing a sword and how to wield it. He of course was an amateur and would try to find ways to find people to teach him, course that costed him but he thought it was worth it.

Another year passes and everything was of course going the same as usual. Until one day a group of people that didn't seem to be natives of Essos, came in to find Adam. When they did, they addressed to him that they had come from westeros to find his father for the debt he owed them. They had founded his father and killed him by ripping him in half with horses after he had failed to pay back. They took his cattle, other belongings worth of value, and burnt the hut. He of course was horrified and angered, of course he was riled up by the group members and a point was made with him. He had now a major problem that had been delivered in front of him. Most people in his position would consider to just give up and do what people with strength and power say. Adam did the opposite and made sure that he would kill the bastards one by one.

For the past few months Adam carefully went around the city for as much info as could muster. One by one he had separated the members and killed them in different and gruesome ways. The last one he managed to chase him out and onto the desert, where he "Enjoyed his time in the desert to the east." Afterwards he of course got to much heat on him from the small wealthy company that sold slaves, and sword for hired. So Adam decided to leave his Master and take on the mercenary type of work. But only working with those that pay to get rid of criminals, and corrupted people (very few). Which is probably why he doesn't get by very well, but he does also escorts and such. Biggest accomplishment was taking down that small little corrupted shit hole that killed his father, which he was paid alot of money (tho spent it rather quickly) to take out the ever so growing rival. Took him awhile but he got creative and got the job done.

His biggest dream is to serve under a lord or a powerful noble that would offer him the chance to become a knight, but it all depends on who that lord or noble is to him.

"Being a mercenary is ok, but it gets kinda boring sometimes when the guy who you chopped his hands tries to come after you...The guy had it coming when he pulled the dagger on me...Just sayin."

Other:

If he doesn't like or goes against what you say he will of course strongly disagree.

Has self taught himself to fight and has gained experiance in combat with criminals and

Is hard to convince once he's set on one goal.

His favorite terrain to fight in is cities and the desert.

He hates to ride horses and prefers to walk, but if he needs to get to places from very far then fine.

He loathes people that are "Smart asses"

Uses a great sword and a short sword, also carries a hammer in case he needs to do something actually constructive.

Mostly friendly to everyone

Wishes to get better armor someday​

 

[Rhosvyn]

Here We Stand


Appearance:


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Name:

Lord Osric Mormont

Gender:

Male

Age:

46

Nicknames / Titles:

Lord of Bear Island, The White Bear.

Marital Status:

Married (Cassandra Glover)

Personality:

Osric is a traditional and simple man, honest and just with a stiff upper lip, he has an imposing prescense with a stern gaze, a strong resolute leader and a formidable battle commander who is fearless in the face of advesery. He is known to have a soft spot for animals (majorly Bears and Crows.)




Biography:

Osric has lived a simple and modest life on his home of Bear Island, he has not traveled much besides a few visits to other Northern Lords and to Deepwood Motte to meet his betrothed and loved Cassandra Glover. He has never been good with numbers nor words due to him being a blunt and honest man, he finds comfort in the cold and the snow but enjoys to sit by the fireplace with his family every now and then. Osric is not very good with money or economics so he has resorted to only buying essentials and saving the rest of it although his wife and advisors support him with his troubles. He doesn't like trickery and mischevious acts at all and is stubborn and scornful to those that are.


Osric spent much of his youth practicing his swordsmanship, he had little else to do and grew into quite the warrior, his weapon of choice is Longclaw, with this he is very formidable and many men have learned the hard way. Osric also spent many hours fishing and crafting furniture and other things out of wood making him a practical and useful man.

Other:

Standing at 6'2 Osric like most Mormonts is a hairy man who is Strong and Fit and is as fierce as a Bear.


Osric is a competent rider but he is more of a defensive warrior wearing northern armor and wielding his family's prized blade Longclaw in battle.


He is a humble man of a humble family.


Broad shouldered and as strong as a bear Osric is a force to be reckoned with.


Osric has 1 son and 3 daughters.


His son is named Jorah Mormont.


His three daughters from eldest to youngest are, Margaret, Patricia, and Lyanna


Osric also has 5 younger siblings, 1 brother and 4 sisters.


His brothers name is Jeor Mormont.


His sisters names from eldest to youngest are, Catherine, Dacey, Alysane, and Lyra.
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[Jabroni]

Name: Varn Tyrell


Gender: Male


Age: 55


Nicknames / Titles: Lord Seneschal of Highgarden, Guardian of the Reach (shared)


Marital Status: Ireyne Tyrell (36 years)


Personality:


Varn is a soft-spoken man whose energies are found atop a steady horse in distant battlefields. He enjoys riding - whether he breaks them out over sand, swamp and snow it does not matter. There lay a sense of purpose, a constant drive toward goals seemingly insurmountable. He loves his brother in this way; in Varn's eyes, Hollis is a champion courser


He considers baseborns illegitimate in every sense of the word, no matter how "noble" their fathers' blood runs. Therefore, he sees Viserys as a problem child who must be put down before doing more damage; if it takes the entire Reach, so be it. He'd rather sleep at night knowing a highborn daughter has more say than any bastard.


Conversely, Varn supports Queen Kuvira and House Targaryen. If push comes to shove, he will do everything in his power to defend the Iron Throne. That may leave him with many enemies, but it shows his loyalty remains unquestionable.


He also views Hollis' son Arren as an incredible burden on House Tyrell - an ill-gotten son who should've donned the black on his fourteenth nameday (if it weren't for his condition). The boy is weak and while no one dares utter a word, more than a few lords think it.


Biography:


The burning ire of chivalry began early. As children, he and his brother Hollis Tyrell fought in the unending fields of golden flowers, swinging their practice swords. They'd boast about who would be the better lord. It was a friendly rivalry that would last decades, even after Hollis became the Lord of Highgarden. He adjusted his role to that of a close adviser, and, like a shadow, counseled his brother on all matters of state. In effect, he was as much a mover and a shaker as Hollis.


Along with his brother, Varn carried the banners of Highgarden against brigands and warbands. Singers tell tales of these exploits (although Varn's name is rarely mentioned). Between the Tarlys, the Hightowers, the Rowans, and the brotherly duo, the Reach saw prosperity for as long as anyone could remember.


In 262, the great warrior lords of Old Oak offered Ireyne Oakheart's hand in marriage. She was as cunning as she was beautiful. Ireyne frequently paid visits to the Sept and the trade district, and the commoners came to adore her as their own.


She gave birth to a son, Rody, who died in the cradle after eight months, an event which devastated the household. Originally, Varn convinced her what happened was between Rody and the Seven. They tried a second time, then a third, then a fourth...After two years and no pregnancies, she proved infertile. Ireyne weeped for what seemed an eternity both during and after this trying period. People gossiped about the lack of offspring and her increasingly scarce public appearances. They even made japes about Varn being a cuckold.


So when good news came that Hollis would become a father, Varn whispered in his ear and said, "When he enters this world, you hold him high." And so he did, but his son Arren would grow lame in his youth, promulgating the myth that a great curse had been set upon the Tyrells.


Other:


- Carries the responsibility of managing Highgardens affairs when Arren is away, including diplomacy and castle management.


- He is a shadow of his former self, his gait resembling an old tree swaying tiredly in the wind.

Name: Ireyne Tyrell (Formerly Ireyne Oakheart)


Gender: Female


Age: 50


Nicknames / Titles: "The Weeping Wood"


Marital Status: Varn Tyrell (36 years)


Personality:


Ireyne appeared to be the "pick of the litter" by most of the lords Tyrell. She gleamed in every dress, captured knights with those mysterious brown eyes, and carried a singing voice straight from the Seven (still does). What most people did not realize was Ireyne's intellect. She plans her moves better than half the castellans this side of the Mander.


And why wouldn't she? After losing out on a woman's greatest gift, she needed to perfect her mind. Stripping away all her hopes and dreams, Ireyne dedicated herself to court politics. She became an expert in speechcraft. Her ability to sway the Florents toward a position of amicable relations stands as a testament.


She takes guest right very seriously, pressuring the house steward and their servants. From the lowest hedge knight to the King himself, she makes it her business that everyone is accounted for and content. There is a motherly quality to her caring; those who know her best relish her company.


Biography:


She is the eldest daughter of Lord Oakheart whose seat lies at castle Old Oak. The Oakhearts come from a long line of brave warriors and are highly respected among both nobles and commoners alike. In 262, she wed Varn Tyrell in Highgarden over beds of roses. Everything happened as it should...until their consummation night.


Ireyne bore a son named Rody, but the babe would become feverish with pneumonia. He eventually died at only eight months old. Ireyne and Varn tried a second time to produce an heir, then a third, then a fourth...They had tried everything to cure her infertility. Maester Jarvas applied all available remedies, yet nothing would take. After two years and no pregnancies, Ireyne gave in and reformed her life toward court politics.


As Varn had been a close adviser to Hollis, so was she to him. In the 270s, her instrumental delegation with the Florents put an end to their rebel-rousing. Once again, Highgarden had a Tyrellian duo.


Other:





- Could never bear children even after attempts for several years during her "blooming" phase.


- Is popularly referred to by commoners as "The Weeping Wood", a play on words from her household.


- She is the youngest daughter of Lord Oakheart.

Name: Maester Jarvas (Formerly Jarvas Meldryn)


Gender: Male


Age: 76


Nicknames / Titles: Maester of Highgarden


Marital Status: Unmarried


Personality:


He's a stoic fountain of knowledge with an inkling for sweets and Dornish strongwine. If anyone is willing to lend an ear, he will offer them a goblet and pontificate about this story or that. Indeed, his stories are quite unique, and his conversation is welcomed at banquets.


The majority of his day is consumed with reading texts in the lord's library. Rare volumes from across Westeros, Essos and even memoirs from cartographers and other explorers who ventured as far as Sothoryos. Many of these deal in creating poultices and salves.


He also has a strong fascination with celestial bodies, spending many a night overlooking Highgarden from stone terraces. He enjoys studying the stars, the moon and weather patterns, which is essentially apart of his profession.


Biography:


Jarvas has served the Tyrells for over almost fifty years (and over sixty with the Order of Maesters). Known throughout the realm as a great healer, he consistently impresses with his unorthodox remedies, which have saved more than a few lordlings from certain death.


He came from a family of knights, the Meldryns of Felwood, swearing fealty to House Fell and the Stormlands. However, Jarvas did not see it in himself to fight, let alone squire under anyone, so at age sixteen he chose a one-way trip to Oldtown. There he trained religiously for over ten years before completing his chain in 248.


The Citadel first dispatched Jarvas to become a personal maester to one of the Manderlys at White Harbor. The winters were brutal, and he initially believed this post to be punishment for reasons unknown. His time there was short-lived, however, as his lord succumbed to grayscale in 252.


From there, the Order assigned him to House Tyrell and since then has taken on a personal bond with Varn and Ireyne. He would be willing to do almost anything for them, which might come in handy down the road...


Other:


- His face bears the scars of wildings from the Vale, who attacked his escort during a trip to the Arryns.


- Requires the use of a cane for lumbar support.


- Has a fetish for fruit and is often seen gorging on fire plums.


- One of the most knowledgeable maesters in Westeros concerning medicine.

 

[Leusis]

Name: Andar Royce


Gender: Male


Age: 58


Nicknames / Titles: Ser, Andar "Stone Thrower" Royce


Marital Status: Widower


Personality: Andar is a very jovial and hot headed man who loves to drink, talk and fuck. Often reminiscing about the days when he was much younger and fought with the strength of several men. It is believed by Andar that his skill as a knight has not deminished even slightly and feels disrespected if others every question his ability to do something he had done in his youth. This makes Andar not only a stubborn man but a driven one, prepared for massive loss so long as he accomplishes his goals.


Biography: Andar was born within Runestone, his mother dying during his birth and at the age of fifteen became lord of his fathers lands. Being given such massive responsibility at such a young age he chose instead to focus on his sword arm and placing his cock in every woman he could get to spread her legs. Eventually becoming one of the most renown knights in Westeros for his skill Andar married Jenna Redfort and was in awe of her beauty so much that he stopped his whoring for nearly twenty years. It was at the age of 39 and with five sons that Andar lost his wife to sickness and he fell back into his old ways, attempting to fill the hole his wife left with whores and wine. The only thing keeping him from sinking into a deep depression was his sons, all of them brave and strong warriors and capable knights as they got older.


It was in their training at arms that Andar found relief for the grief he felt at his wifes death, being lifted out of the deep dark pit of depression by the love he held for his five sons. It was also in this time that Andar fathered more bastards than any other lord in the Seven Kingdoms, totaling in at 23, many lords jesting that he was breeding his own army to take the Iron Throne. Andar being the gregarious man he was took these jokes and gave them back in kind to the other lords, building friendships with the other houses that surrounded Runestone.


Other:


- Andar has 5 sons, all of which have been trained personally by him to be knights and are of a higher skill than one would find in a household knight, though they are nowhere near the likes of what Andar was in his youth.


In order from oldest to youngest they are:


- Robar Royce 35


- Waymar Royce 31


- Andar II Royce 26


- Willum Royce 21


- Yorwyck Royce 20


- Andar got his nickname "Stone Thrower" due to the fact bastards in the Vale recieve the last name Stone and Andar has so many of them.


- Currently Andar's combat prowess does not hold a candle to what it was in his youth though he is still exceedingly strong for his age and deceptively nimble.


- Andar is 6'5 and weighs 250lbs, built like a castle wall.

 

[Rhosvyn]

Beneath the Gold, The Bitter Steel


Appearance:

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Name:

Rainey




Gender:

Male




Age:

16




Nicknames / Titles:

Squire in the Golden Company




Marital Status:

Single




Personality:

Rainey is a wilful and kind hearted person, as a low-born however he lacks some of the manners that a high-born would have, he is also a bit of a dunce when it comes to academic subjects. His father was a blacksmith and from growing up with him Rainey has adopted his hard working attitude, he is also a bit of a pragmatist. He dreams of one day being both a knight and a hero. Rainey is generally cheery and friendly to others, he likes to jest, jape and fool around, due to his lack of experience and wisdom he is rather naive but he can still approach situations with a serious-attitude and is open for learning. As a Blacksmiths son Rainey is both Practical and Diligent.




Biography:

Rainey grew up with his father in the town of Bitterbridge in the Reach where his father worked as a Blacksmith, Rainey was taken on as an apprentice from a very young age and in most of Raineys spare time he helped other smallfolk with their jobs and task such as working the field and harvesting the crops. They lived a relatively peaceful and happy life, well as peaceful and happy as you could get for a lowborn, Raineys family also had quite a good source of income from the weapons and armour they made as well as the food and plants that they grew.


Swordsmanship wise all that Rainey learned while he was at the Reach was how to hold one, however he also learned how armour and swords are built and made which is potentially useful knowledge, he can also use his skills to forge his own. For Raineys 13th Birthday his father forged him his very own bastard sword (this was a well thought out gift and also could be taken as a joke as technically Rainey was his bastard.)

It was such a fine piece of work that some of the Lord of Bitterbridges men decided among each-other that it was too good for Rainey and that they would take it from them... well they tried, Raineys father was not having any of it and he used his hammer to fend off the men, he broke many limbs and ribs that day but sent them packing. This lead to Rainey and his father being exiled, due to this they mad their journey across the Narrow Sea and eventually joined the Golden Company where Rainey became a squire. Unfortunately Raineys father died in a battle and he still mourns his death however he does not let it hold him back.




Other:

Rainey stands at 5'8 and because he is a blacksmiths son he is rather brawny and strong for a lad his age.
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[Rhosvyn]

We Do Not Sow


Appearance:


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Name:

Erika Greyjoy

Gender:

Female




Age:

17




Nicknames / Titles:

The Krakens Daughter


The Young Kraken




Marital Status:

Single

Personality:

Wild, Rowdy (in good nature) and energetic are words that describe Erika the best , she can still be quite child-like at times. She defies the traditional Ironborn gender roles by Captaining her own ship the Black Kraken. Erika is both friendly and kind to those that are to her however she is capable of being mean and harsh to her enemies and rivals although she seems to respect most people either way, she is not quiet by any means but she is not a loud mouth either. Erika does not care much for the Old Way or the religion of the Drowned God although she was brought up believing in the both of them. Erika is not the most intelligent but she can be surprisingly cunning at times and has a broad range of knowledge.




Biography:

Erika spent her early years at Pyke, as a young child she was hard to control and found herself running about and fooling around most of the time, she did not take much (useful) information in during this period but she managed to make many friends throughout the whole island of Pyke and developed and extroverted nature.


However Erikas life took a change quite dramatically when her mother died, stricken with grief her father Lord Greyjoy sent both Erika and her older sister Haelga Greyjoy to the Lonely Light. Erika found the Farwynds rather odd but also welcoming, she found herself bewitched by the sea and due to the nature of the Farwynds she learned to sail quite easily however she was never as good on the sea as her older sister of the Farwynds.


Erika kept in touch with her friends on Pyke during this time period, she also found herself spending a lot of time practising with her knives and axes, she found joy in challenging people to friendly duels and it was a good thing that they were happy to accept. Erika was not fond of reading but she did like reading books about war, she read of Aegons Conquest and the Dance of the Dragons among a variety of other books, although this did not really give her any experience academically it gave her knowledge in a variety of subjects.


Once Erika got a bit older she was able to construct her own ship which she named the Black Kraken she put her practice to the test and sailed her ship to her home of Pyke to meet and catch up with some of her friends, her adventurousness took over her and she ended up sailing to Orkmont, Blacktyde, Saltcliffe and even Old Wyk in a sort of miniature tour of the Iron Isles, she also met with many of the Lords there.


Erika has grown to be a skilled fighter and a competent Captain, she is able to inspire loyalty in her men even with the nature of the Ironborn culture.




Other:

Erika stands at around 5'5 tall and relies on speed, stamina and dexterity in a fight.
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[ACHA]

House Lannister


(Lannisport Branch)

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Edwyn Lannister - Kiera Lannister nee Farman

Relina Lannister


Wilhelm Lannister - Miranda Lannister nee Payne



Patrik Lannister






Albert Lannister

Name: Ser Wilhelm Lannister


Gender: Male


Age: 21


Titles: Heir to Lannisport, Commander of the Westerland's Navy


Marital Status: Married

Spoiler

Personality:





Wilhelm is proud. He is proud of his family's heritage, as well as what he has personally achieved. For others, he may seem to be always brooding and unapproachable. For some that don't know him, he is very intimidating. Wilhelm dislikes mincing words and keeping up with false images and facades.


Wilhelm is a ruthless foe, and a stalwart ally. He is fierce and loyal. Though he is irritable, he always presents himself in a calm, composed, and calculating manner, and tries to contain himself from his own outbursts. He is cunning and intelligent, and that leads him to be skeptical of others, doubting their true intentions.


He rarely gives any attention to things that are of no value to him. For someone like him, victory and the end results are all that matters. Though sometimes stubborn, this is just a result of his own tenacity.


There are some traits that he shared with his younger brother Albert. Namely his courage and bravery. They also shared the same competitive spirit, although Wilhelm may have taken it to a higher level.


Biography:





Eldest son of Edwyn Lannister, Lord of Lannisport, Wilhelm was groomed to become his successor. He lived a strict, monitored life, starkly in contrast with that of his younger brother Albert. While he lacked his brother's talent, he made up with dedication and determination. He has lived his life always under the scrutiny of his father, and to his credit, he has delivered.


He has always been envious of the relative freedom that was allowed to his brother, but he was aware that he had a duty and obligation. This somehow made a rift between what was once a close relationship between brothers. He became distant from his siblings, absorbed in his preparation to become the next Lord of Lannisport.


Diligent in his studies and training, he became well-versed in combat, strategy and tactics. Though his brother Albert far outclasses him in fighting, he is well and able to hold on his own. He possesses a keen intellect and a knack for strategy. That proved to be his strength. He was later knighted and grew up to be an educated and formidable man.


He was later married to Miranda Payne in order to secure their loyalty to House Lannister.


He remained to serve loyally, even after his brother left the Westerlands.


Other:


He has great disdain for Ironborn.


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Name: Ser Albert Lannister


Gender: Male


Age: 20


Nicknames / Titles: "Handsome Albert", "Albert the Swift", "the Estranged Lion(of Lannisport)", "The Dragon's Lion"


Marital Status: Single






Personality:


Albert has a regal air about him. He is also different from many of his kin in that he is dutiful and honorable. He is loyal to those that he serves. He abstains from shameful behavior and tries to hold himself in his own vision of what is morally upright. Though he is handsome and women tend to flock over him, he is oblivious with how to react and has trouble responding to their advances. His naivete somehow becomes an added charm to him as he is always sincere.


For the most part, he keeps a stoic outward demeanor and rarely opens up to other people, keeping them at arm's length. He isn't afraid to voice his opinion however, but he makes sure it is in line and well-placed. For those that have known him for a long time, they'll find that he has a light-hearted sarcasm and humor to accompany that serious side of him. It's mostly in the form of witty quips and banter between friends.


His ability to lead men in battle is nothing to scoff at, but there is room for improvement. And although he is a good commander, he shines more in personal combat. His reputation, however, pales in comparison to that of his cousin Martyn. Albert is a warrior of great renown even if just within the Westerlands. Some say he is second only to Martyn. Some say that he becomes a completely different person during battle. Calculating, quiet, and intimidating, Albert is a force to be reckoned with. With his quick feet and hands, it was easy for him to circle around and confuse his opponents, chipping away at them.


He holds an obvious disdain for his own House and family name, and as such, he was often called "the Estranged Lion". Some say that just the mention of his last name was enough to sour his mood. He often makes an effort not to be associated again with the Lannisters, usually for naught.


Biography:





Albert Lannister is the youngest son of Edwyn Lannister, Lord of Lannisport. As a child, he grew up wanting to be a great knight to be of service of his house when the time comes. His father saw rare talent in him and had him trained in the art of combat at an early age. He got better at a remarkable rate and was able to fight proficiently with any weapon.


He was a prodigious fighter but his achievements were quickly overshadowed by his cousin, Martyn. In tournaments, Albert would always lose to his cousin. He would only win out on events where Martyn didn't participate. This vexed him but at the same time, he grew to respect him. Albert had a one-sided rivalry with his cousin and used him as his goal.


As his father was the lord of Lannisport, he was obligated to fight under Tiber's command during the War of the Lions. He fought and served Tiber well on the battlefield, helping their cause score victory after victory. It was in Tarbeck Hall that something in Albert snapped.


Tiber made him and the other knights drag the people of House Tarbeck out and execute them. Albert openly protested this decision and tried to appeal to his cousin but Tiber stood firm with his decision. Albert reluctantly complied with the slaughter before storming off. That night he spoke with his father. His father had no qualms with what Tiber did. This made Albert think about what happened. This made him decide to leave his House and family.


He later came into the service of House Targaryen and served as a knight. He would slowly build his own reputation and name within King's Landing, enough to be later named into Queen Kuvira's Queensguard.


Other:


Albert is fond of making snide and snarky comments, as well as witty quips when he's with his friends and colleagues. Though he isn't a virgin anymore, he's naive when it comes to romance and is mostly just about a knight's life. He has only fell in love once in his life. Though Queen Kuvira's morality is questionable, Albert's loyalty is motivated and fueled by his desire to separate himself from the Lannisters and achieve his own greatness as a knight. Though he mostly fights with his right hand, his better hand is actually his left.


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House Payne

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Orwell Payne - Mira Payne nee Sarsfield

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Quentyn Payne


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https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/07/Sarah_Gadon_Cannes_2012.jpgMiranda Lannister nee Payne

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Patrik Lannister

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Name: Lord Orwell Payne (NPC)


Gender: Male


Age: 44


Titles: Head of House Payne


Marital Status: Married


Biography:





He was a formidable warrior and commander during his younger days. And while age and an injury sapped him of his fighting skills, he remains knowledgeable in the facets of war. He lives out his life in peace as his son's advisor in matters of diplomacy and war.


Name: Lady Mira Payne nee Sarsfield (NPC)


Gender: Female


Age: 40


Titles: Head of House Payne


Marital Status: Married


Name: Quentyn Payne (NPC)


Gender: Male


Age: 23


Nicknames: Ser Quentyn, Brother Quentyn


Marital Status: Single


Biography:





Eldest son of Orwell Payne. He was sent to the Wall on the charge of murder. He now lives out his life as a Ranger on the Wall.


Name: Miranda Lannister nee Payne (NPC)


Gender: Female


Age: 20


Marital Status: Married


Biography:





She was married to Wilhelm Lannister in order to secure their family's position in the Westerlands. A smart and charismatic woman, many believe they are a good match. She serves as one of the few things that are able to calm her husband.


Name: Ser Maxwell Payne (WIP)


Gender: Male


Age: 18


Marital Status: Single

Spoiler

Biography:





Born the second son of Orwell Payne.


Name: Jonos Payne (NPC)


Gender: Male


Age: 15


Marital Status: Single


Biography:

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Name: Tyrion Reyne


Gender: Male


Age: 46


Nicknames: The Cowardly Lion. King of the Wall. The Wild Lion (formerly)


Titles: (Rightful/Last) heir to Castamere, Lord Commander of the Wall.


Marital Status: Divorced.


Personality: Gruff and hard, Tyrion is a man of many virtues, but an equal number of vices. He demands the best of those under him, relentless in his dogging. But he also goes out of his way to make sure they're comfortable, taking out loans from several Northern Houses to repair different towers in Castle Black.


Tyrion usually is said to have a sad smile on his face, the man doesn't brood too publicly, but those who know his story and Tyrion's habits recognize when the Lord Commander doesn't wish to be bothered. He'll usually take his meals alone, sometimes joining the Black Brothers, but more often then not he'll remain in his tower.


A strong man, renowned in his youth, Tyrion does his best to prepare the rangers of The Wall for their rangings, but neglects to teach the stewards or builders. "You don't teach a baker what to look for in herbs, or a mason the art of sailing." Under his command the Watch's dwindling nature has notably lessened. The man power is lowered each year, but the percentage isn't as high, the noble being far too dedicated to his duty to let it be any more disgraced.


Biography: The younger brother of Robert Reyne, but by only a year, Tyrion has been raised to be a knight his entire life. He was told to serve his family, protect the people, safeguard the lands, and always be honorable. Those were the words he swore to, those are the words he broke. Tyrion was known for being violent, picking fights and skipping out on bills all around the West. But the rising influence of the Reyne's secured even a second son like Tyrion a wife better than what he deserved.


By the time he was eighteen, Tyrion was married to Cesera Lannister of Lannisport, a third born daughter herself to the large cadet branch of Lannisters. The marriage, for the first few months, was said to be filled with love. The Wild Lion, as he was once known as, seemed to be tamed by his lioness. But time would only unravel these fine points. As a second son, Tyrion had diminishing wealth, and a pathetically small plot of land that he still paid taxes on to his brother. In an attempt to raise money and buy a keep worthy of his ego, Tyrion traveled the Seven Kingdoms for two years, not once returning him, doing odd jobs and entering tournaments, saving gold all the while.


Tyrion eventually returned to Castamere, to his wife, tired but proud at his accomplishments. He set out weeks after returning, trying to find land to buy, but as time went on it dawned on Tyrion that, despite his work, the amount he acquired was still far too little to own a respectable farm and keep. Tyrion turned to drinking, and drinking turned to violence. One night the Wild Lion's fury was directed at his own wife, Cesera, beating her mercilessly. The Maester's said it was a miracle she survived, his own brother had the Lannisport Lady escorted back to her family. Tyrion had shamed himself, and only after she was gone did he go after her, trying to make amends.


Guards loyal to the Lannisters did not let Tyrion meet his with his wife, but instead a good brother, Laceran Lannister, a knight of some worth himself. The two are said to have started slowly between them, but in time Laceran's patience grew short and Tyrion's anger grew. The two drew swords and danced in the street. For both of their skill, the battle was over quickly. Laceran over extended an arm on a lunge and Tyrion disarmed him. Laceran was saved by his house guard, and Tyrion was forced to capitulate and leave.


Months later Tyrion and Cesera did meet, in Lannisport once again and without the company of guards. It was there that Cesera revealed herself to be pregnant. Joy in Tyrion soured, the Lannisport woman informed her husband it was not his child, but that of another mans, rumors persist Laceran himself. Cesera claims it was a man who helped her after Tyrion's brutal assault.


Not a hundred Kingsguard could have saved the woman from Tyrion in that moment, yet alone other patrons of the tavern. It's speculated Cesera loved her husband still, and may have bluffed the claim, while others believe she meant to personally slight him. But regardless of her intention, Tyrion leapt at her. He threw her against the wall, holding her throat tightly between his hands. Before a hound could leap on the lion, Cesera found her neck crushed. Her green eyes lifeless before Tyrion.


The Wild Lion fled after that scene. Taking his horse and heading North, not stopping till he hit Seaguard. He had no trust in his family to protect him, a second born son, against a Lannister, even if only that of Lannisport. For close to a year no one knew what became of the man, and it was later revealed by his own black brothers who went south for recruits that Tyrion joined The Watch, feeling it the only place safe for him.


In the Night's Watch, Tyrion became a Ranger, and gradually rose in power until he was named Lord Commander close to his thirty second name day. Under him the Cowardly Lion defends the realms of men against the savage Wildlings, gaining the respect of some Houses who face the Wildlings more often than others.


When hearing about the War between the Reyne's and Lannisters, Tyrion was torn. Between wanting to help his family and his duty to the Wall. When he heard of the young lord, Tiber Lannister, destroying the Reyne's and Tarbecks, Tyrion is said to have shut down for weeks on end. Leaving the First Ranger, Builder, and Maester to keep things organized.


Other: Tyrion was known as a great swordsmen in his youth, and even at the Wall he's one of the better men around. He laments the fact the ancestral sword of House Reyne's was lost, Red Mane, believing it to have been on Roger Reyne's when he passed.


Tyrion has always been an outsider in The Watch, expanding it's influence in places over the Wall. The Commander has forged tentative alliances with several small tribes of Wildlings, giving them steady access to Castle Forged Steel and superior leathers for protection in rangings.


One of the largest factors going into The Wall's decreased rate of decline is the lumber being exported South, the trees around The Wall now have been noticeably cut down and sold to support the Night's Watch. Although the Wall is still surrounded by more trees than generations ago would have been.

 

[WanderingJester]

Name: Randy Martell


Gender: Male


Age: 28


Nicknames / Titles: The Viper. That Dornish Son of a Bitch.


Marital Status: Single (sort of)


Personality:





A general asshole all around. Randy's main hobby generally involves whoring, drinking, going around beating up random people with his gang, the Birthrights. Randy has a type of low cunning that allows him to get out of troubling situations fairly quickly and unscathed, as well as give him a sort of edge in fights (mostly because he blindsides a lot of his opponents from behind and they're usually not professionally trained knights). Willing to go at any length to "win" against his "opponent", combined with the knowledge of poison inherent in all Martells, it's actually a wonder he hasn't killed anyone in his life thus far, only badly beaten countless people. On the other hand, if pressed into war he moves with the light infantry, and would quickly die if placed face to face with a fully alert experienced knight in front of him. Randy also doesn't hesitate to satisfy his "needs," resulting in several bastards born of women that hate him throughout Dorne.


Biography:





Randy Martell resulted from a combination of innate assholery and his father spoiling him from a young age. The son of the third born son of House Martell, the younger brother to the father of the current lady of the house, Ella Martell, Randy grew up in a lap of luxury in the Sunship. From the first day he could through a bowl of water to the ground in front of thirsting beggars, Randy's been making trouble. As a teenager his father would either find him adjusting his clothes after another bout with some female servants, beating up those smaller than him and/or breaking things around the keep. He showed little interest in politics and really anything else other than satisfying his baser needs and "having fun."


As he grew older, Randy's father tried to get him to travel a bit, perhaps going off to the Free Cities to fight with some sellsword company. Randy promptly blew him off and went to the nearest tavern where he drank every person within 5 feet of him under the table, and put the rest under there as well by using his fist and whatever he got his hands on. Over the years, his drunken exploits have led to several women attesting that they're his lawful wives, saying that they had married in his intoxicated state. The truth of the matter is foggy, as the septon/priest/priestess involved were usually intimated enough by Randy or his followers, the Birthrights, into saying whatever the Viper wanted. What's resulted are a bunch of "wives" that Randy calls on occasionally, and unlike those that only satisfied his "needs" when convenient, have a wide array of feelings for the man.


Now a days Randy just rides around Dorne with his gang, taking liberties at swinging their fists and sending out kicks as well as generally everything that's around. Many have tried to rid them via both nonlethal and lethal means, but to no avail. It seemed that despite all attempts to rid Westeros of the Viper and the Birthright, the Seven still have plans for the man yet, or he's just incredibly lucky and the worst people in the world just can't be gotten rid of that easily. Of that, no one can answer which is more true.


Other: Standing at 6'5" and weighing at 250 lbs, Randy's a good size compared to the next man.

 

[Mion]

Appearance:


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(No white hair.)


If not realistic enough think of a young Aidan gillen.


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Name:


Kay Baelish


Gender:


Male


Age:


18


Nicknames / Titles:


Lord of Midlor point, The Mockingbird of Baelish Castle, Littlefinger, Flesh Peddler (The last for those who may not like him much.)


Marital Status:


Single and Inactive.


Personality:


Unpredictable, cunning and Machiavellian. Kay is a calculated planner and strategist with a genius level of intellect when it comes to economics and business as well as many others. To others he is a very friendly, kind and polite man who is able to make friends and allies with ease, however his eyes don't always smile along with his mouth. Kay's true intentions, goals, motivations and loyalties are unknown to all but himself. He has grown to be masterful at the art of dancing, singing and acting. However when it comes to swords and bows Kay is completely hopeless but he he has a sharp wit and a silver tongue which can make him very persuasive, potentially manipulative. He has been known to also have a natural gift for intrigue and diplomacy.


Biography:


If you looked back a few generations in the history of House Baelish you would find nothing, for the house did not exist until recentally. The current Lords Great Grandfather was the first, he was a sellsword from Braavos, he mostly smelt of wine and shit but he was pretty good at what he did, in fact he got so good that House Corbray a noble house from the Vale invited him to fight for them. None the less he impresses House Corbray greatly, for his valour and service to their house they rewarded Kay's great grandfather a castle and some land on the fingers, the "little finger" to be precise. His Great Grandfather wasn't a particularly smart man but he was an active Lord, he made the best of what he got and improved relations with other houses.


His grandfather was a diffetant story, for an odd reason he took a liking to sheepshit and the dreary home that was Baelish castle, he focused on gaining land, mainly for agriculture, he was quite well liked among the commoners but nobles tended to look down on him for his way of life. Although it wasn't all bad, his grandfather also built a dock and the first trading ship of his house, the ship would sail were ever it could but in the end was stolen by pirates. His grandfathers way of life was a cheap one so at least it left his father with some coin saved up when he came I to power.


Kay's father was the man he looked up to in his youth, he was always wise and clever in his eyes and his actions in life were to improve the position of his house, a selfless man really when it came down to it. He continued what his grandfather started and Improved relations with the other Lords, during war he managed to get on good terms with a few of the higher nobles. House Baelish was still looked down on because they were lowborn,everyone underestimates them, but that worked to his fathers advantage. His father began to focus on money, he saved as much as he could for his son and throughout his life strived to improve their pitical position.


And that brings us to the current Lord himself, Kay Baelish. Even as a young boy he was sly and mischievous, he had a boldness that got him into trouble, he does not particularly hate his home, he just prefers places that have things other than hills and sheep. At a young age his father managed to get Kay a position in Gulltown, he excelled at his job and so was promoted to a higher position, to peoples surprise he continued to excel. It was not long until Kay had tripled the income of Gulltown and had many friends there. For unknown reasons he decided to take a job in White Harbour, they were happy enough to have him there and Kays talents only grew greater. Due to this he has a lot of friends and respect in the port cities as well as the trading world, he has gained the reputation of a man that can make money out of thin air.


Once he was finished with his jobs at Gulltown and White Harbour he made the decision to sail for Braavos to have a look at where his ancestors came from, she he was there he visited the Iron Bank, they are said to be on good terms with eachother and while in Braavos it was rumored he even did a favour for them. Kay also made some political friends in Braavos, enough to get some support for his plans. He opened some shops and inns at the city as practice, they excelled and became popular among the Braavosi.


After his venture to Braavos Kay returned home in high hopes, he began to open inns and brothels all over the kingdoms ranging from countryside to large cities, depending on the place he served all kinds of folk, commoners, soldiers, nobles, drunks, whoremongers.


Other:


A slight and short man standing around 5'5 in height.


He is a poor fighter that keeps a dagger hidden for quick use in case anything would esculate beyond words.

 

[Grammatic]

Appearance


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Name: Artillus Reed


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Bio: Artillus Reed is the youngest son of the former lord of House Reed, Howland Reed. With four older brothers, he had very little hope of ever achieving a station of importance, other then to be married off to another house in a political union. Smaller then his brothers, Artillus was always treated as an outsider from his brothers, picked on as the youngest and smallest. By the age of 5, he had grown are hard outer shell for dealing with others, and many adults remarked on his cold detachment and attitude towards others.


When he became 7, he was sent to serve as a page in Winterfell, a favor the Starks owed the Reeds repaid. Growing up in Winterfell, he soon learned the goings on of the castle, and by the time he was 13, he became a squire. Serving under a knight of little note, Artillus learned the knightly combat talents, and formed a brief friendship with his mentor. However, two years into his tutelage, on the road from Winterfell to his knight lords home, the party was beset upon by bandits. Outnumbered, the party was overwhelmed, and taken captive. Hoping to gain a ransom, the bandits took them to a abandoned village, where they were kept in a ruined house. Numbering only 5, the party slowly weakened. One day, though, Artillus was able to slip from his bonds after days of rubbing them against a board, wearing them down. The rest of the party, consisting of his lord and two men-at-arms, were to weak to move, so Artillus escaped the house alone.


Being born a Reed, he had learned early on how to stalk his targets, and, quiet as a shadow, he moved about the village, finding guards at most of the exits from the village. Ambushing a drunk bandit, Artillus killed the man with his own knife, and silently began to cut his way through the rest of the bandits. The following morning, the white snow was stained with the blood of the brigands, and their bodies lay scattered around the village. Bringing his lord and the soldiers into one of the better intact houses, Artillus built a fire for them, and exited the building to find food and water for them. The next day, Artillus heard approaching horsemen, and grabbing one of the bows from the bandits, quickly climbed a roof, fearing it was more bandits.


Instead, a knight of House Stark rode into the village, followed by a few dozen soldiers. Upon returning to Winterfell, Artillus was immediately sent home, for in his absence, House Reed had faced tragedy.


Upon arrival, he learned the reason for his return. During his squireship, a border skirmish had erupted between House Reed and Frey, and all of Artillus's older brothers had been killed in the most recent battle, and his father wounded. After being left at the gates by the escort, who then rode off, Artillus quickly entered the throne room of the keep, bowing to his wounded father. With a Frey army approaching, and many of the Reed soldiers too wounded to fight another battle, Howland was nearly resigned to their fate. Rejecting his fathers decision, Artillus said he would defend his home, even if his father wouldn't. Gathering the few fit soldiers left in the keep, he led them into the swamplands of their home, and set up traps and ambushes for the approaching force. Bogged down, depleted and cut off, the Frey army was slowly whittled down in size, before eventually being forced to retreat.


Returning to the keep, Artillus was praised by the serfs and soldiers as the Hero of the Neck. With his fathers condition worsening, Artillus slowly became more and more the acting regent of the house, with the aid of the Maester, Olan Tulis. Taking over as the lord of the house in all but name at 19, Artillus continues to serve the North and his house, and the Neck has prospered like never before.


Personality: Artillus Reed is a cold and calculating man. With little sympathy for those who he sees as a threat, he is swift and decisive in his actions, and in combat, relies on ambush and small skirmish battles to carry the day. Artillus has become adept at navigating the politics of the halls of the other lords. With a keen mind and eye, he is quick to take risks and opportunities. With few real friends, he is dedicated to defending and aiding the few he has, and is extremely aggressive to those who threaten them.


Other Information:


Knight of House Reed


Hero of the Neck


Acting Commander of the Reed Guard


Lead diplomat of House Reed


Martial Status: Single

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[Hypnos]

Heir to Stone Hedge

Name: Titus Bracken


Gender: Male


Age: 31


Nicknames / Titles: Heir to Stone Hedge, Commander of Mudgrave, Master of Muddy Hall, Castellan of Oldforge and Warden of Barba's Teats.*


Marital Status: Married to Lady Freya Darry


Personality: W.I.P.


Biography: W.I.P.


Other:

• Titus is currently in command of many of the territories that have long been disputed between the Houses Bracken and Blackwood. House Bracken currently controls exactly half of these territories: Mudgrave, Muddy Hall, Oldforge, Barba's Teats, Lord's Mill, Honeytree, Wood Hedge, Waspwood and Claypool whereas the others are under the influence of House Blackwood: Crossbow Ridge, Rutting Meadow, Grindcorn Mill, The Ravishment, Buckle, Blackbuckle, Battle Valley, Lorgen's Wood and Cairns, the ownership of Greenhill is still a topic of much debate amongst the two Houses.
  
• W.I.P.
  

• Eddard Bracken, Lord of Stone Hedge
  
• Shiera Bracken nee Whent
  Roslin Tully nee Bracken
  
• Lothar Tully
  Otho Tully
  
• Barba Tully
  

[*]Titus Bracken


[*]Freya Bracken nee Darry

• Anson Bracken
  
• Arwyn Bracken
  

[*]Cecily Mooton nee Bracken


[*]Rodwell Mooton

• Eddard Mooton
  
• Emma Mooton
  
• Rodwell Mooton
  

[*][Eddard's Sisters: Barba Tully, Genna Lannister and Morye Brax]

 

[Lir]

Lady Edda Dayne

née Wyl

Gender

Female


Age


41


Titles


Lady Dayne, and, The Adder At Starfall, and, The Boneway's Princess


Immediate Family


Her husband, Lord Aroldo Dayne. Her three children: Alessa, Erasmus, and Alistaire Dayne.


Personality


Edda has always been a troublemaker. Even when she was a young girl- she would stir the pot and try to purposely get her older siblings in trouble. She has a feisty personality even though she may deny such a thing. She has been described by the people of Dorne as "deadly", and she is. She loves her children and will do anything to protect them, even if she currently isn't getting along with them. She is hot-headed and will sometimes act without thinking, however, when she is calm she can really put her mind to great things. She has unofficially ran Starfall for the last several years- and in those last several years Starfall has been been prosperous and thriving, more than ever before! She has a very negative outlook on anywhere that isn't Dorne as she does not understand the more traditional ways of Westeros. This has led her to be quite distant with the people of Westeros who don't live in Dorne. But she is still quite renown through-out The Seven Kingdoms for several deeds she did in her 'hay' day.


Biography


Born to Lord Veron Wyl, Edda was very small as a child. She would be picked upon by her flock of older siblings. But, being small also meant she was quite quick. She would always play tricks on her older sisters, by tying their hair in knots as they slept or by spreading rumors about one of them and blaming the spreading of said rumor on the other sister. Edda was a troublemaker, but she always managed to slip out of the trouble due to her innocent appearance. Edda is almost certain that her father viewed her as his favourite child, although Edda may just think that because of the high opinion she has of herself.


She earned a name for herself at a young age when she ran away from home with a few peasant children for a few days and lived in The Boneway. She and the other children would rob lords, their ladies, and soldiers who passed through the area. Edda was the leader of the group of thieves and when she was finally found by her father's guard, she got the nickname- "The Boneway's Princess". Living away from adult supervision toughened Edda and added to her wild charm.


When she was still a maiden- she was set to marry Lord Aroldo. Aroldo Dayne was already thrice her age and had a previous wife and family who lost their lives in one of The Blackfyre rebellions. Edda hated her father and mother for "selling" her off to an old man. But, she soon learned to love and respect her husband. He may of been much older than her, but, he truly loved her. Edda gave him three children. Alessa, who has a temper as restless as her mother's. Erasmus, who is known to be very promiscuous through-out Dorne. And Alistaire, who is the greatest little boy with a sword she has ever laid her brown eyes upon.


She adores her children and if something bad were to happen to any of them, no one would be able to handle her rage.


Now, a storm is brewing in The Seven Kingdoms. Aroldo lays in his parlor, slowly withering away to old age. Alessa is impatiently waiting for her father's death so she can claim the seat at Starfall. Erasmus is off, probably fathering many a bastard. And her youngest boy, Alistaire, is planning to become a warrior who may walk into a battle and never return from it.


On top of all of that: Edda suspects that her liege lords, House Martell, are up to something. She just doesn't know what exactly that something is...


Other


Despite being a beautiful woman in her prime, Edda has never had a relationship with anyone other than her lord husband. And, when he eventually dies- she will never touch another man again. Edda and Alessa are constantly butting heads. They are so similar that their personalities clash almost every time they have a conversation. Edda isn't skilled in any sort of swordplay or weaponry. She knows a tiny bit about poisons, but not enough to effectively use them. Edda cannot wait until she is a grandmother. The idea of having several babies crawling around Starfall fills her with joy.


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[Mion]

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Appearance:


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Name:


Brandon Bolton


Gender:


Male





Age:


46





Nicknames / Titles:


Lord of the Dreadfort, The Pale Lord, Ice Eyes, The White Moon.





Marital Status:


Widower





Personality:


When Brandon speaks he speaks quietly hardly ever raising his voice forcing people to listen intently, his voice is also usually accompanied by silence from others, his appearance and body are plane and average except from his eyes which are as cold as ice.


He is mild-mannered but his voice makes it sound unnatural, he is a cruel cold man with an uncompromising mind although he is patient, strategic, calculating and has a feared cunning. He refuses to drink alcohol and is almost always seen wearing armor.


Appearing to be a somewhat loyal man, deep down he feels nothing for oaths and honour but he does still hold customs such as guest right in high regard, there are even some rumors that after his wife's death he used the 'right of the first night' to lie with a lowborns wife, if that is true then he deeply regretted it as the man and wife were both killed the following women and since then he has been celibate.


Biography:


Brandon was born as the eldest son of Lord Bolton at that time, he spent his early years being raised by his father in the Dreadfort learning morales and traditions of the north and his house. From a young age Brandon was respected at the Dreadfort and his father was proud of him.


In his teens he was sent to the Manderlys of White Harbor to be fostered, it was a drastic difference from the Dreadfort as it was more like a southern city than a Northern Castle. He was there solely for diplomatic purposes, his father wished to make allies with the Manderlys and this was the best way he could think of doing so. He seemed to scare the younger members of the household and even some of the older ones were uncomfortable around him, however Lord Manderlys and his eldest daughter seemed to welcome him with open arms, the two of them eventually warmed up to Brandon.


To seal the alliance Brandon was betrothed to Lord Manderlys eldest daughter, a match that both parties were happy about and Brandon loved his betrothed deeply. During Brandons time remaining in White Harbor Lord Manderly took it upon himself to teach him a little here and there about ruling resulting in Brandon learning a variety of useful things.


The wedding was held in White Harbor with the Manderlys and Bolton's attending, there was a feast and afterwards Brandon and his newly wed traveled back to the Dreadfort. He was appointed the position of spymaster at the Dreadfort for a few years but then changed to Castellan. This was to give him even more of a variety of skills and experiences.


Once Brandons father died he held a feast in his honor which the Manderlys rode to the Dreadfort to attend, now as the new Lord Brandon asked for his father in laws advice.


In the early years of Brandons rule he managed to steadily increase the wealth and provisions of the Dreadfort over a period of time that made it seem it had always been that way. A few years into his rule and his wife gave birth to their fdistance, his firstborn was more like his mother than his father, he was warm and kind with a happy and playful attitude. Brandon was the happiest man in the world when he was with the two of them and acted very out of character for a Bolton.


This was until his second son was born, his beloved wife died giving birth to the boy and it hit Brandon harder than anything else before. Depressed and grieving he couldn't bring himself to look at his new son so far a few years he kept his distance, but he still kept his firstborn close.


As Rickon grew older Brandon began to notice things, he was nothing like his mother and was more like him, eventually Brandon had to come to terms with things and accept his second son however it did not take the pain away. He allowed Rickon to have command over the stables and the dungeons while he had his first born son become master at arms.


One day when his firstborn went out hunting and never came back, once again the loss hit Brandon hard, the two people he loved most in his life were gone. It made him cold and cruel which further influenced his now only son Rickon.


Since then he has been devoting his full attention to bringing glory to the family name and the Dreadfort, he has also embraced his sons hobbies although to people outside the Dreadfort they are rumors and old wives tails still.





Other:


Brandons first born son died under sucpiscious circumstances, he suspects that he was murdered.


The only time Brandon ever smiled was with his wife, he genuinely loved her and she brought the good out of him, but with her death he grew colder than ever before.


Brandon seems to be the only one that can keep his son in line so he tries to keep him close and hopes that he will out grow his foolish tendencies. When he is vacant from the Dreadfort he forbids him to leave except for going on hunts.


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Appearance:


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Name:


Rickon Bolton





Gender:


Male





Age:


19





Nicknames / Titles:


Slasher of the Dreadfort, The Wicked, "The Red Prince"





Marital Status:


Single





Personality:


In some ways Rickon is very much like his father but in other ways he is a completely different person. They share the same calculating mind but Rickon is a lot more psychotic and unpredictable than his father as he is savage, wild, sadistic, cruel, ruthless and capable of performing acts upon others that would be unthinkable.


He is fearless, but he isn't stupid he enjoys combat and has a gleeful grin along with a chilling laugh when he partakes in it, but he knows his strength is in the woods or the dungeons and not in the field being both a master hunter and torturer, his only friends being horses and 4 large hounds.


Rickon is almost painfully arrogant which gives him even more joy in hunting and torture, he has a sort of cunning that he seemed to inherent from his father but rather than planning and scheming Rickon thinks on his feet. This causes him to be reckless and is pretty much useless at politics as he almost always causes long term consequences.


Rickon is also a master of psychological warfare and torture which gives him an edge that some rarely have. Rickon is impulsive and is known to act depending on how he is feeling at the time which can lead to some very bad decisions. He is brutal and bloodthirsty but he is almost never rageing or raving, he takes care in his work and completes it with great skill.


Rickon still has a childish attitude to things, he gets upset and stroppy when things are denied or taken from him, he is also very submissive to his father following his every word and always looking for his approval, his father seems to be the only person that can get to him, Rickon is known to break down and cry in a bad mood but his mood can change as quick as a snap of the fingers which causes some to make fun of him behind his back.


He is scared of making a mockery of his name and house, this fear has caused him to be somewhat paranoid but he copes well under stress, he sometimes thinks of his mother who died giving birth to him and feels guilty for it, he hears stories of how haply his father was with her and it visibly upsets him when she is brought up.


Like his father he holds honour and oaths in little regards, he only really cares about guest right because it was drilled into his head so much but he has thought about breaking it multiple times.





Biography:


Rickon has lived how he was born, in blood. For the first few years of his life his father and brother couldn't bare to look at him, this caused Rickon to grow a need to impress his father and a hatred for his brother.


Rickon had to endure wet nurses and old women for a while with no mother or father figure to show him what's what, all he got from them was old stories and legends.


Rickon always hoped to be close to his father but his older brother kept getting in the way, while Lord Bolton personally educated his heir, Rickon was left to his own devises. This left him feeling neglected but it had its merits as he chose what he would learn. He learned about the human body, how the mind worked, how to hunt, how to heal, how to ride, he even learned how to train dogs but most importantly he mastered the traditions of his house and made the dungeons his home.


One day when Rickons elder brother went hunting he was taking an awful long amount of time, people began to worry and Rickon swore to his father he would do his best to look for him, when Rickon found him he was alone and injured, he secretly took him to the dungeons alerting no one of his location and the rest of what happened led to Rickon being the new heir of the Dreadfort.





Other:


One night Rickon found his older brother badly injured, he promised to help him and secretly took him to the dungeons of the Dreadfort where he flayed and fed him to his dogs.


Rickon tries his best to act polite and well mannered but he finds it hard to pretend to be something he isn't over a long period of time, however in short term situations he is quite convincing.


Rickon has spent a lot of time studying the human body and ironicly medicine, he is not only a torturer but also a healer.


One of the best hunters in the seven kingdoms Rickon is a skilled Archer and has a good arm for throwing a spear, he is also a skilled tracker and trapper.

 

[Hypnos]

Lord of White Harbour

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Name: Roose Manderly


Gender: Male


Age: 48


Nicknames / Titles: Lord of White Harbour, Warden of the White Knife, Shield of the Faith, Defender of the Dissposesed, Lord Marshall of the Mander, Knight of the Order of the Green Hand and Master of Coin to Queen Kuvira I Targaryen


Marital Status: Married to Lady Gwyn Whitehill

Personality: Outwardly jolly and somewhat whimsical, Roose Manderly is a simple man of simple tastes, not one for the delicate intrigues of court life, a shame considering his profession as chief coin keeper for the entire continent of Westeros. Though he prefers not to indulge in politicking, he does pride himself on his friends especially those in high places and despite being fairly content with the position he finds himself in, he still enjoys using his connections to arrange lavish events and ceremonies, using them as an excuse to show off his wealth and his family. A family man at heart, Roose loves little more than his children and other kin and he hardly ever denys them, even if their requests are somewhat outlandish, he loves the image that his family present and sees himself as the perfect father, an ode to his own ego, which itself is rather large.


Despite his nature, Roose is known to change when he is in a mood and his wrath is a thing to behold, not lightly forgetting slights and insults that were meant for his person and the Lord of White Harbour incredibly slow to forgive.

Biography: Many years before the birth of Lord Roose Manderly, in the year 241 AC: White Harbour, the largest and most prosperous port in the north was assaulted and besieged by what at first had appeared to be raiders from beyond the wall, though was later revealed to be a group of stonemen from the Isles of Skagos, led by the mighty Lord Roose 'the resentful' of the House Magnar. Magnar, though swearing fealty to the House Stark had aspirations of kingship and intended to cripple the north by cutting off their major supplier of resources from the south. Fortunately however, Magnar did not account for the size and strength of the White Harbour fleet (in comparison to his own) and his attack was buffeted. The man himself was captured and executed for his crimes, and the then Lord of White Harbour, Lord Walter 'the Hammer of the North' took both of his children to ward: Karl, a boy of ten who was raised by Lord Manderly to be a knight and warrior of the seven and Dalla, a girl of nine, who was married off to Lord Manderly's second son in order to prevent further stonemen raids.


Nine years later, the year 250 AC marked two things: the birth of the first child of Lady Dalla Magnar and Ser Artos Manderly, a boy named Roose in honour of his grandfather and the man's failed rebellion and the death of Lord Walter at the hands of an assassin hired by an unknown assailant. Though it has never been revealed who paid for the death of Lord Manderly, the nature of the assassination was clear straight away: the assassin was a sorrowful man from the city of Qarth. In a fit of rage, Walter's first son: Lord Osric 'the adventurer' set upon a ship Qarth, wanting to find out who had, had his father killed. This was a foolish venture however and blinded by rage, Osric decided to take the shortest route to Qarth, through the ruins of Old Valyria.


Osric returned home within the year, grayscale covering much of his body and almost completely enveloping him. He requested to be burnt, rather than dishonour his father by being buried beside him and in the year 252 AC he had died.


That was not the end as would be found out later, as greyscale began to slowly spread throughout White Harbour. Though it was quarantined quickly and efficiently, it was still not quick enough. Roose's face was covered on the left side, leaving his eye unusable and a separate case had begun spreading from his middle to his ring finger (though that was cured simple, with a maester and axe) the boy's parents were worried sick and looked everywhere for a cure, paying any amount of money to see their son safe again. Seizing this opportunity Ferrego Manderly, the Lord of White Harbour and Lord Osric's only child (fourteen at the time and panicked by the prospect of having to lead a major city) took large amounts of gold to sail to Bravos and find a cure, the boy never returned and it is speculated that he took the gold and fled, now living as a pirate upon the Narrow Sea.


All looked hopeless for Roose until, Lord Bolton of the Dreadfort, father of the current Lord Bolton arrived within White Harbour with intentions of using the port, he saw the young child and perhaps out of pity had his maester (one of the few with a Valyrian steel link in their maseter's chain) see to the boy. By the next week the greyscale had stopped spreading completely and Roose's father, Lord Artos (proclaimed Lord of White Harbour after his nephew had not been seen or heard from for eight moons) declared his eternal gratitude and the two lords began plans of friendship.


Many years later when Roose was in his later teenage years, a boy arrived from the Dreadfort, the eldest son of Lord Bolton and a boy by the name of Brandon. Though Roose was weary at first of the strange boy from the family who would display flayed men upon their banners, his father had taken a liking to him as had his younger sister, and he had to admit the boy had a certain charm. The two became friends of sorts and in later years Brandon would go on to marry Roose's younger sister Arrana in a lavish ceremony held in White Harbour, making them brothers in the eyes of the gods, their bond only increasing when Roose married Lady Gwyn Whitehill, the daughter of a Bolton vassal and ward in the Dreadfort.


After Brandon's departure from White Harbour when he came of age, Roose served under his father for a time as a diplomat and household knight, often going on voyages to other cities and towns in hopes of maintaining the wealth and influence of White Harbour. It was on one of these voyages in which he found himself in the court of King's Landing, with an audience with the king, the King seemed uninterested in what he had to say at the time and ignored him throughout his visit, though this audience would lay the seeds for Roose's appointment as Master of Coin several years later, when the deals he had proposed to the crown brought in a large sum of money for the King and his advisors.


By the time of his father's death, Roose was already a rich influential man and had used his influence in court to gain marriages for his children, his eldest wedding a Lannister of Casterly Rock and nephew to the then Lord Tytos. In recent years White Harbour has continued to grow and Roose still serves upon the small council, though with war upon the horizon he has headed home for a time back to the north in preparation, leaving his son Ser Royland in charge of the realms finances.


Other:

• Though no one has ever seen it, tales are told in the poorer districts White Harbour about the beast of Fishfoot Yard, known to kidnap men and woman who roam the streets alone at night, its victims never seen again, though there bones are found in the gutters under New Castle. Though now this is mostly treated as myth and legend meant to scare young children during earlier years it was rumored that the beast may in fact be Lady Dalla Magnar: Roose's mother, remain true to her Skagosi customs and eating the flesh of human, these rumours were stopped however upon her death, as people still came to disappear for a time after, though now the beast roamed as far as the Dreadfort, it tales could be believed. These killings have stopped in recent years, though there is still the odd reported disappearance that brings the legand back to the front of people's minds.
  

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[NUSKI]

Walder Tully


Knight of Riverrun

I let my blade speak for me. Walder Jr

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Name: Walder [Jr] Tully


Gender: Male


Age: 33


Nicknames: N/A, in fact he hates nicknames.


Titles: Knight of Riverrun


Marital Status: Married to Revina Blackwood


Other:

• Walder Jr. is obsessed with all things combat.
  
• He is 6'1 in height
  
• Has a large horizontal scar across his chest
  
• For weapons, he has two blades (well, without the screwdrivers)-
  

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Walder Jr's Swords

• Personality
• Biography

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  Walder is a very quiet fellow. He rarely speaks and prefers to be alone in his spare time, either training or reading. Even though he rarely talks, it does not define him as a person at all or make him a mysterious person. He has somewhat of a good heart but that is mostly to those who are in House Tully. Also, he is very cautious about everything, thinking about his next move very carefully. Walder was never one to be caught in the middle of the drama-- more of a person to watch on the sidelines. He has an odd sense of humour that only he himself finds funny.
  
  
  Walder is always up for a challenge, especially when the odds are stacked against him. The only thing that has priority over his training would be his family. He would cut off his own arm if it would benefit House Tully. Walder has always found himself bored with politics and tries to spend as much time on the battlefield as possible. He isn't one for strategies but once he is given one, he will try his best to follow through. Also, Walder has no feelings towards anyone outside of the Tully bloodline.
  
  
  
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  Walder Jr. was a very naughty child. He would never listen to either of his parents' instructions; always sneaking off to watch a tournament or watch some of the warriors spar. He was always quiet, so he wasn't really noticed. When he reached the age of eleven, he had already started to practice swordfighting with a wooden stick that he would hide under a particular rock. He was never really excellent at it, always having a weak spot open and being knocked about. When he was about fifteen years of age, his father had suggested him to use two blades instead of one. Immediately, Walder Jr. felt the difference and began to actually enjoy swordfighting. Since then, he became really obsessed with fighting-- even doing it with some kids his own age. One time he broke a kids jaw because he teased him about thinking he was special because of his bloodline. He was never really worried about love or even learning (even though he was forced to) because he was so focused on getting better. He was even reading different books about fighting techniques. He was not the greatest, but he loved it.
  
  
  When Walder Jr. reached the age of twenty-two, he started to feel the pressure to get married arise. He was quite caught up with his training, he hadn't really thought about things like that-- and to be completely honest, he didn't care. He always thought he would find the love of his life later, maybe she would be a captive or he would save her from a village or small town. Despite his lack of interest, his father sent women his way but he wasn't interested in any of them except Revina Blackwood. It wasn't love at first sight, but slowly he did find himself liking her more and more until they got married.
  
  
  After he got married, he continued his training but on a higher scale. He began participating in tournaments and betting money to see who he couldn't defeat in his father's army. Seconding his marriage, having a child was the best and most eventful thing that had happened in his life. It made him extremely happy (not that you could tell from his face). Other than that, his life was followed by practice day in and day out. Walder does not believe in being born with talent- you have to work for it.
  
  
  

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[Savagai]

Sef Tyrell




Name: Sef Tyrell


Gender: Male


Age: 32


Nicknames / Titles: Lord Tyrell


Marital Status: Single

• Personality:
• Biography:
• Other:
• Other:

• Sef is always happy. He like to travel a lot, on his personal Horse named Necra. He doesn't like upset people, however he likes to cheer them up. He doesn't really care about leading house Tyrell and knows his brother Arren is going to lead it. He keeps in mind that he might become the leader if his brother becomes ill again. He loves his family and enjoys spending time with them. He has a strong bond with his brother.
• Born five years after Arren, Sef was a healty young boy. Some hoped Arren would die and Sef took the place of Heir. As young boy he could be always found in the garden. He loves being outside. At a young age he started training his fighting skills. He prefers fighting with two short swords. A smith at the Castle has made several personal swords for Sef, fitting at that moment his length and power. At the age of fifteen he started traveling trough The Reach and visited several villages, he stayed at every village a few days and helped the people. He helped mostly at the farmland and he muscles grew everyday more. After being for two years away from the Castle he returned and started to interest in politics of Westeros.
• Sef is homosexual, however nobody knows it yet.
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  His fighting style looks like you are fighting with two different opponents. The swords act alone.
  
  
  

 

[TheFordee20]

Spoiler

Name:


Conn Greyjoy


Gender:


Male


Age:


29


Nicknames / Titles:


Lord Of The Iron Islands


King Of The Iron Islands


The Greyjoy


"C*nt" Greyjoy


Marital Status:


Single


Personality:


Conn Greyjoy is a bastard. Not a literal bastard-- just a bastard. The Iron Islands have a standard for all of its people and Conn is no exception. He is tough, and has been made tougher through-out his years due to living almost all his life away from home.


However, Conn has some interests that would seem somewhat foreign to your average Ironborn. Conn is a lot more politically savvy than his people. He can be very eloquent and well-mannered when he wants to be. But, some say he has a slight touch of madness as well. He can be uncouth and unforgiving when he desires. He is a very strange person in the sense that he will sometimes give things tremendous thought, and other times he will act rash.


Crazed mood swings aside; The Ironborn actually respect Conn. They may make jest about him and there is always talk on whether he is actually a madman or not- but, the people of The Iron Islands actually admire him and his leadership. In turn, Conn admires his people as well and feels as if The Ironborn can conquer the world if they tried hard enough.


This, however, doesn't stop Conn from being vicious against his own kind- as he is known to drown any Ironborn who seriously opposes him.


So do not trust him by appearance. He may seem like an attractive, charming young man- but he is that and so much worse.


He's not ruthless... just... a bastard.


Biography:


Conn Greyjoy is the third-born son of Lord Benjiman "The Blue Man" Greyjoy and currently the only living son.


Conn's eldest brother, Corynk, was groomed as 'heir' to The Iron Islands from an early age- but, he died at the young age of 14. Conn's other brother, Harlon, was the next heir after their brother's death. As he did not think he'd die; Conn left The Iron Islands aged 11 to venture across Planetos with his uncle- who commanded a large vessel known as "The Sea Spire".


Conn visited many an ocean, and many a place. He traveled from Pyke, to Braavos, to Lys, to Old Valyria, to Slaver's Bay, to Yi Ti, to ( even ) The Thousand Isles.


When he was on an island in The Jade Sea- he met a young woman called Na'i. He abandoned his uncle's ship and stayed with Na'i for several years, before she produced a bastard daughter for him.


Na'i died shortly after childbirth and Conn used what little coin he had left to bring himself and his daughter to Astapor where he worked as dockworker. After earning a small fortune, he bought a small ship with a terrible crew and made his way back to Westeros where he arrived to find that his family had failed their fifth rebellion. His father, and his only remaining brother had perished whilst attempting to sack King's Landing.


Conn was now "The Lord Of The Iron Islands". He was unprepared and unwilling- but, his uncle and sister managed to coax him into accepting the position.


His years of adventuring had made him more than a lil' scatterbrained however. His reign as 'lord' started off badly when he got in argument with Olyvar Volmark and had him executed by drowning him off the coast of Old Wyk.


House Volmark soon rose their banners up against Conn, but, Conn's silver tongue managed to ease them down- well, he also had help from his uncle and sister.


Now, six years after his rule began, Conn is ready to avenge Benjiman and his brothers by taking The Iron Throne and keeping it.


Other:


Conn has developed a slightly exotic and weird accent over the years of living away from Westeros. This only adds to his "charm".


Conn isn't that good of a fighter, but if there was something he excelled at- it'd be sea warfare. He is alright with a sword, but, far from the best.


Conn is missing a thumb on his left hand, he lost it in a 'knife game' with his brother Harlon when they were quite young.


Many a maester has tried to... 'identify' Conn's so-called mental illness and many a maester has been beaten because of it.


He loves the company of women, but he once bedded a man in a Tyroshi brothel and he didn't really mind it. As he would say;


- - - - -

Name:


Aerea Targaryen


Gender:


Female


Age:


18


Nicknames / Titles:


Princess Aerea Of The Seven Kingdoms


The Red Dragon


Marital Status:


Single


Personality:


Aerea Targaryen has a cold exterior, and she has a cold interior as well. She is warm and kind to people who are warm and kind to her. But, as soon as someone does something wrong against her- she instantly sees them as a bully. Aerea pities herself. Ever since she was a young child, she has pitied her "awful" life. However, she was never treated cruelly by anyone- she just has a case of middle child syndrome.


Even though she feels very sorry for herself, she has quite an ego. She thinks because she has been treated poorly at times that she deserves everything good in the world.


This aside; Aerea is a beautiful girl and a princess- which has made her a very desirable young woman. Many men have tried for her hand, but, once they discovered how warped and 'miserable' she is-- they lose interest.


She is clever and calculating, but she is most definitely not as clever and calculating as she'd like to think she is.


Biography:


Aerea Targaryen was born at the very end of a ten year long Winter. She was hailed as a "blessing" from The Seven and a sign that the next Summer would be a long one. It wasn't, in fact, it lasted only a year.


Because of their false predictions, Maeryn The Mad had the pious figures flogged in the streets of King's Landing. Aerea grew up somewhat disjointed from her family- most likely due to the fact that she had inherited her mother's physical traits.


Instead of silver locks, she had red ones. Instead of purple eyes, she had blue ones. As these traits became more an' more apparent- she earned the name "The Red Dragon" from the courtiers.


Her older sister would oft make fun of her for her appearance. It was only childish taunting- but Aerea always took the japes to heart. Sometimes at night, she'd doubt she was even a real Targaryen.


Things got worse when her younger sister, Daenna, was born. Her father paid little to no attention to her and her family all gawked at the new, beautiful lil' baby.


When she was 8 or so, Aerea became obsessed with the dragon skulls in the basement of The Red Keep. Sometimes, she'd sneak out of her bedchamber and sleep next to the biggest of the skulls. She would oft talk to the skulls, as if they were alive. But, her nightly venturing soon stopped when her sisters told their mother what she'd been doing.


Aerea grew up to be an attractive young woman, but, yet she still felt like the odd one out.


At 15, she was set to be wed to Thate Velaryon, but, her mother soon died and the wedding was put on hold. She held no love for Thate, and found him almost too repulsive to bare.


Now, at the age of 18, her father has expired and her elder sister has become the new queen. But, Aerea has a few treasonous thoughts in her head.


Why can't I be queen?


I've suffered so much. Why can't I get my chance?


Aerea isn't sure if she would actually attempt to TAKE the throne from her sister. But, she most definitely wouldn't mind having the throne handed to her...


Other:


Aerea has an unhealthy obsession with dragons, and other extinct and mythical creatures. She had a lot of time to read up on them when she was a young girl.


Aerea has never been out of The Seven Kingdoms, thus she oft dreams of visiting exotic cities.


Aerea has a confusing relationship with everyone around her. She doesn't have anybody who she'd consider a true friend. Sometimes she gets on really well with everyone, other times people find her insufferable.


Aerea considers herself a skilled person when it comes to court politics. Although this may be due to her slight ego.


- - - - -

Name:


Eveleen Rowan née Tyrell


Gender:


Female


Age:


34


Nicknames / Titles:


The Rose At Goldengrove


Queen Of Love And Beauty


Marital Status:


Married


Personality:


Eveleen Tyrell is the definition of a lady. She is generous, giving, polite, and well-mannered. This is all due to her mother's mentality. Her mother always believed that a lady should act like, well, a lady.


Eveleen has no ulterior motive behind her manners. She is not hiding anything at all. She truly is a traditional woman.


However, she is quite clever. And she definitely uses the people she wrangles in with her courteous behavior, to her advantage.


She can be seen as a little bit controlling to her close friends and family. She feels as if she needs everything to go perfect for her. BUT- she is not a power hungry person. She doesn't mind having a bit of power here an' then, but she would never seek something as powerful as The Iron Throne.


Biography:


Born in a long Summer. Eveleen Tyrell was the first daughter born to Hollis Tyrell and Sibylla Peake. She grew up in Highgarden, and from a young age she learnt all the basics of being a woman in Westeros.


She learnt how to courtesy, and how to sing, and how to sew, and how to walk with poise. Due to her being the only girl ( for a time ), she would never get along well with her brothers. She would speak with them on occasion- but, they were always off doing some "boy-ish" thing that she didn't want to do at all. This caused her to become very detached from her male siblings.


Eveleen adored her mother though. She felt as if she could confide anything in her mother and she'd help in whatever way she could. Eveleen spent most of her time as a young girl with her mother.


Until her mother gave birth to a new baby girl. Sibylla passed away only hours after birth. The little girl she left behind was a poor, an' sickly thing- that didn't live to see her second nameday. Eveleen didn't react as you think she would after her mother's death. She didn't weep at all, she just... smiled. Eveleen was, in some strange way, glad.


Her mother had been her best friend, but she told Eveleen to never fear death- to, in fact, embrace death. So Eveleen did just that; she was happy that her mother would be able to rest easy.


At the age of 15- Hollis Tyrell remarried. Brynn Caswell was not much older than Eveleen herself. Eveleen was weary at first, but, her and Brynn soon became close friends. Brynn soon gave birth to Filicity Tyrell.


Eveleen immediately adored her baby step-sister. And it made her want children of her own one day.


When she was only 17- Eveleen was crowned "Queen Of Love And Beauty" at The Tourney At Ashemark by Ser Erik Rowan, a young knight. She fell in love with the gallant man as soon as he place the crown upon her head. She begged and begged her father to let her marry Ser Erik.


And after a year of begging; she found herself in Ser Erik's bed, and her new name was now "Rowan".


But she quickly regretted it all. Ser Erik was a gentle man- yes- but he was also a glutton. She soon founder her husband would fall on their bed in the middle of the night, smelling of Arbor Red.


But, she kept on. She may of not of loved her husband, but she loved her position of power in The Reach. Her father was Warden Of The South, and her husband was a fool who'd listen to every little word she'd whisper in his ear.


Ser Erik's love has never wavered, but, Eveleen's has. And now she sees her husband as a 'tool' than a lover.


Her 35th nameday approaches and Eveleen has produced two younglings for her drunken knight. A boy of 16, Erik, and a girl of 11, Hallie. Both of 'em may have their father's genetics- but, they have their mother's mindset. And she couldn't be any prouder of them.


Other:


Eveleen earned the nickname; "The Rose At Goldengrove"- for how she placed and poised herself when she came to Goldengrove, alone. There wasn't any other Tyrell at her side, but she managed to integrate with the people of House Rowan and Goldengrove very gracefully.


She is known for her 'luncheons' at Goldengrove. On warm summer days- she will hold large feasts only catering to the ladies of Westeros. She regularly holds one every year.


She would like to think she doesn't fear death, due to her mother's beliefs.


Eveleen has never touched a weapon. She hasn't even ever gone hunting with her lovely lord husband.


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Name:


Filicity Tyrell


Gender:


Female


Age:


19


Nicknames / Titles:


N/A


Marital Status:


Single


Personality:


Although mostly stubborn and brooding- Filicity Tyrell can be a fun young woman. She enjoys going to the inn outside of Highgarden and drinking with friends an' small folk. Even though she doesn't care about being a 'lady' and getting dirty- Filicity still cares for her appearance. She bathes more than a normal person should and she is a little bit of a neat freak when it comes to her bedchamber.


She likes to take her time and contemplate things. When she was younger, she would make rash decisions constantly- but she never does ANYTHING without thinking it through thoroughly.


Biography:


Filicity Tyrell is the only daughter of Hollis Tyrell and Brynn Caswell. Filicity had a fairly normal childhood. And from an early age; she was proclaimed as "A Beauty". Unlike her step-sister, Filicity was never fond of being a 'lady'. She would always disobey her septa. One day, she threw her sewing kit on the floor and ran out to the stable at Highgarden to hide. As the septa searched desperately, Filicity was given a nudge by her step-brother's horse.


Filicity clumsily mounted the horse and rode east to Cider Hall. Well, she tried. She was caught by her father's guard and brought back to Highgarden with a scolding.


She confessed to her father that she wanted to learn to ride a horse, like her brothers. Hollis mulled it over, before allowing her to do so.


Filicity grew up with a saddle underneath her- as she would go out for a ride almost every day of her pre-teen years.


When she was 13- Filicity began learning how to joust from her cousin, Willam. They would spend every single moment with one another training. And soon, she found herself attracted to the boy.


Relationships between cousins was not unheard of- but, as soon as they were caught fooling around near the stable, Hollis sent Willam away and he got so mad that he struck Filicity upon the face. He apologized, and apologized afterwards but from that day on, Filicity's love for her father begin to dwindle.


Now, at 19. Hollis has tried to find a suitable husband for Filicity for years. But, she has rejected every proposal. Her father would argue with her, but he still regrets hitting her- so he goes easy on her whenever she does defy him.


Filicity's life, as of present, consists of riding, jousting, and chatting with her step-sister- either by raven, or by when Eveleen holds her "pompous" tea parties.


Other:


Filicity has a gray mare, called "Wither". Even though it is an animal, she treats it like a family member. It even has its own little luxurious stable.


Filicity has been proposed to several different times by several different men. She has rejected them all, even when she didn't actually want to. She did this because she doesn't want her father to choose her lover, due to the event between her and Willam.


She has a very close relationship with her step-sister, Eveleen. But, sometime the duo fight like cat and dog. They would do anything to protect one another though.