Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire RP (Game of Thrones)

[Jabroni]

Name: Bannen


Gender: Male


Age: 35


Nicknames / Titles: None


Marital Status: Married to Tilda, a milkmaid from Cornfield.


Personality:


To say he has a drinking problem is an understatement. There's rarely a waking moment when Bannen isn't red-nosed and cloudy-eyed. The very thought of wine can test his wits to the point of making ungainly decisions. He has his reasons of course - herding pigs makes for dirty, thankless work. And would it be shameful to say he dislikes that wife of his, who was once comely but now seems only haggard and scornful?


Bannen also acts cravenly by habit. He's never faced true danger before, having spent most of his life in the comfort of nature's grace. He runs away from his responsibilities whenever possible, so in a general sense his drinking offers an escape from the harsh truth of his existence. He'd certainly prove a terrible soldier; maybe they'd have the sense to put him in the kitchens.


Biography:


Bannen was born in Cornfield, on a modest pig farm well outside the holdfast of House Swyft. His father was a swineherd and his father before him. Sure enough, the family put Bannen to work as soon as he could lift a pail. The hours were long and everything smelled of dirt, piss and pig flesh. It proved an honest yet meager living.


When he was seventeen he coupled with Tilda, a milkmaid from a few farms over. She bore three daughters with ash blond hair. Why, he did not know, but he thanked the gods all the same.


Years later, a stroke of fate seized Bannen's livelihood. Half his pigs died from disease in a single month, and for a swineherd this spelled a man's ruin. Having naught the coin to save the farm, Bannen ventured to Crakehall and secured a loan from some particularly uncouth fellows in black hoods, the sum being a hundred silver stags. He aimed to buy four piglets but soon found himself in a tavern. Having been drawn by the smell of Arbor reds and Dornish sweetwine, he had a lovely old time as a lowborn man would. Forgetting himself, he bought rounds for anyone who cared and tipped the serving wenches generously.


Bannen drank himself into a stupor by the time he left. He noticed the coin purse felt a little light but he figured he'd spent a few stags. It's what happened afterward that did him in - as disoriented as he was, a few locals easily overpowered Bannen and dragged the poor sod down an ally, beating him bloody and snatching his purse.


There was no turning back. As he lay beaten and drunk, he knew he could never return to Cornfield empty-handed. The shame would be absolutely unbearable, so he chose not to return until he had those piglets...


Other:


- A severe alcoholic, he's built up a tolerance for it but also requires a flagon or two every few hours just to keep the shakes at bay.


- People are actively trying to find Bannen in the Westerlands so they can collect on an oustanding loan...or kill him.


- His three daughters were born with blonde hair despite his being black.


- While nothing compared to a maester's knowledge, he does have command over cutting fleshly bits off animals. If push comes to shove, he could amputate or perhaps remove fletchings from wounds.

 

[Ser Davos Seaworth]

Name: Torvin Ironfist


Gender: Male


Age: 30


Nicknames / Titles: The Iron Savage


Marital Status: Single


Personality: It's hard to blame Torvin for acting the way he does after learning about his early life. His tendencies and instincts are similar to that of a wild animal and he's quick to star fights when it comes to defending his allies.


Biography: Despite his distinctly wildling style name and appearance Torvin was actually born to the poverty ridden village of Mole's Town. Torvin's mother was a prostitute and his father was a soldier that had come through the visit one night looking for something to occupy his time. Torvin's mother died shortly after he was born and his only memories of his time in Mole's Town are filled with sadness and rejection. At three years old Torvin ran away from everything he'd ever known to live in the wild, he somehow survived on his own for three years before a small raiding party of wildlings came across him. Amused with his ferocity and savage nature the wildlings brought Torvin North of the Wall. He was raised in a small tribe in the Haunted Forest that prided themselves on being ferocious warriors, and Torvin was expected to be no different.


From early on Torvin was teased by the other children because he was from South of the wall, they called him weak, soft, fresh meat, but he proved them all wrong when he killed a boy twice his size with his bare hands after the boy tried to kill him. After that the other children and most of the adults feared and respected him, Torvin grew from a scrawny little boy that was on the brink of starvation and afraid of his own shadow into a towering figure that had proven himself time and time again on the battlefield. As Torvin grew older he gained more and more respect from those in his tribe and from the surrounding tribes as well, gaining the nickname of "The Iron Savage" due to his wild fighting style and brutal tactics when it comes to hunting down and killing his enemies.


Other: Torvin is 6 ft tall and close to 210 lbs. of both muscle and fat. While he isn't the most physically fit person he's no push over on the battle field and can go toe to toe with some of the most experienced and skilled warriors that both the watch and the free folk have to offer.

 

[Leusis]

Name: Richard Crowl


Gender: Male


Age: 40


Nicknames / Titles: First Ranger, The Crow


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Richard is a very odd man by most standards, always making remarks about inappropriate things at inappropriate times. Many believe him to simply be a bit off due to the bitter cold of the north, seeing how often he heads out ranging to the far north, even to Thenn territory, almost always alone as well. Besides that however he is extremely loyal to the watch, many believe to a fault as he would rather be skinned alive or have his cock chopped off if the only way out was risking the lives of his brothers.


Biography: Born to clan Crowl on Skagos Richard was a true shit, always bullying his little brothers and other children for making fun of his name, saying he was a mainlander. Of course Richard saw this as an insult and took it out on other kids until they started getting bigger than him. It was at this point that Richard began his trips to the nrother of the wall, taking a small boat that belonged to his father to do so. It was here that Richard learned all he knew of the far north and how to survive their, as well as his hardest lessons in combat as he killed several wildlings during his teens and early adulthood.


Eventually however his father passed, but not wanting the responsibility of leading his clan Richard joined the Nights Watch, being named First Ranger within five years as he arrived with more knowledge of what went on beyond the wall than any other man in the watch. It is now that he goes off ranging regularly, sabotaging wildling settlements so that they can die off in the winter. It is for the massive amount of wildlings that hes killed over the years that he is known as The Crow as he is seen as the most dangerous of all his brothers by the wildlings. However this is not for his combat ability, but instead for his ability to ruin entire settlements within a single night with stealth and sabotage, being even more effective in the far north than almost any man living.


Other:


- Richard is ridiculously good at surviving in the harsh north, being able to feed an entire ranging party of five single handedly as well as keeping them out of wildling sight.


- Richard is a skilled fighter as he was the eldest son of a lord and has killed dozens if not hundreds of wildlings in single combat. This is not to say however that he is by any means one of the greatest sword in Westeros, he is simply within the top 20 or so of the Nights Watch.


- Richard is extremely intelligent when it comes to sabotage, being able to ruin entire settlements with ease if left to his own devices. It is for this reason, as well as his knowledge of the far north that he was named First Ranger.

 

[Ser Davos Seaworth]

Name: William Thatcher


Age: 27


Nicknames/Titles: The Knight Smith


Marital status: Single


Personality: Although William is a sell sword he's very kind and loyal to his friends. William was born in the slums of kings landing and as a result he's willing to help those in need even if they can only pay him very little in return.


Bio: William was born to Edward and Jocelyn Thatcher in Flea Bottom. Unlike most in Flea Bottom Williams family could afford basic necessities due to the fact that his parents owned an armor and weapons shop. Because of this William never really had a place in Kings Landing, having money made the other children in Flea Bottom hate him and no one else wanted to be near him because of where he lived. As a result William spent most of his life in his parents shop and watched them work, helping in anyway he could and studying how his parents worked hoping to some day be just like them. As soon as his parents decided he was old enough William began helping his father make weapons and armor, at first it was small things to make William feel like he was helping but eventually he was working along side his father to help lighten the load.


William loved his parents more than anything, they'd been his best and only friends for most of his life, so when he returned to the shop after going to the market only to find his parents lying on the ground in their own blood he couldn't control himself. He grabbed a sword off the wall and began searching wildly through Flea Bottom for any clue as to who had killed his parents. He found his answer when he saw two men walking towards him, one wearing the gold necklace that his father made for his mother and the other wearing rings that he had never seen on anyone else's hands except for his fathers. Blinded by rage William cut down his two unsuspecting victims and took what was rightfully his from the two, but after his rage subsided William realized what he'd done and ran back to his families shop to grab clothes, food, and a secret stash of gold that his parents had hid away in case of emergencies. As William prepared to leave he looked at the bodies of his parents, they were honest people that had never cheated anyone in their lives, and they were slaughtered in cold blood. William knew that he couldn't let everything they'd taught him be for nothing so he quickly gathered any of his fathers tools that were light enough to carry and left the city behind, never looking back.


At first life on the road was hard for William, the money he had was used to purchase rooms at any inn he could find and after only a few months on the road he was doing any odd job that he could just to get a meal. All of this changed when William was found by the company of Colin Wilds who took William in out of pity, and while Colin planned on just keeping William around until they reached the next town he decided to let him travel with the company after William proved his usefulness by maintaining and making weapons and armor for the company of sell sword. During his time with the company William became close friends with Colin's son, Roland, and while the boy was four years younger than William they became almost inseparable. After countless attempts of begging and pleading Colin agreed to let William take part in Roland's training, and although the younger Roland was already leagues better than William the young smith proved to be a quick learner and was soon able to keep up with Roland in their sparring matches (even though he never won any of them).


After Colin's death William stuck with Roland and stood by his side through battle after battle, making a name for himself in small tournaments whenever Roland didn't feel like participating. William and Roland parted ways soon after Roland became a lord as the castle reminded William of Kings Landing. Even though the two are no longer side by side their bond is still strong, and while William may be an only child and an orphan he has no doubt that he has gained a brother in Roland.


Other:


- As a token of appreciation to William for being such a good friend to him Roland gave William 40 of his men that William still travels with.


- William is stronger than the average man due to his life of smithing. He stands at 5'11 and is close to 200 lbs.


- While William is not the best fighter that Westeros has to offer his years of training and fighting alongside Roland Wilds have made him a skilled swordsman.


- William still wears his mother's necklace and his father's rings as a reminder of where he comes from and what he has been through.

 

[Mion]

Appearance:


Daeron has a very youthful appearance with his smooth olive skin and long black hair, his eyes are a warm brown and he keeps his face clean shaved. Not the best looking person in Dorne but he would be what is expected of a prince and has a complementing smile. With a noticeably lithe, slender and acrobatic build Daeron is most commonly seen dark orange and red silk and satin robes that are embroidered with golden suns and have long flowing sleeves and a jewelled belt that is fit low and lazily on his waist.


Name:


Daeron Nymeros Martell


Gender:


Male


Age:


18


Nicknames / Titles:


Prince of Dorne, Prince of the Water Gardens, The Winged Sun.


Marital Status:


Single


Personality:


Daeron is a typically sombre and mellow character, he is against all forms of violence and is a known pacifist. He is known to be a friend of the smallfolk and cares deeply for them so much that he would put himself at risk, he has been known to be charitable and at times attempt to entertain them through singing and telling stories. Daerons favourite hobby is to meditate in the water gardens, he finds it relaxing and a way to help gain a better understanding of himself and the world. He puts a lot of thought into whatever he does and takes as long as possible to think on matters that concern him weighing every possible option. Although steadfast in his view of violence Daeron still likes to be prepared, he has become well versed in the game of cyvasse over the years and has more than ample time to read in the Water Gardens. He also enjoys the taste of fruit, more specifically Dornish fruit, he is not very fond of the food or the world outside of Dorne but he realises how important it is.


Biography:


From a young age Daeron began to think differently than the rest, he never wanted to grow up to be a knight or a great fighter, and he never wanted to go on some wild adventure or see the world. He felt that all he needed to be happy was right at his home in Dorne and so far he has been right, he loves the people the food and the weather and is content with his position as Prince of Dorne like anyone would be, but he also recognises that not everyone has it as good as he does and work to improve their lives in Sunspear too. Although he was against it his father made sure that all of his children could defend themselves, it took a while to convince Daeron because he would stubbornly reject for some time, but when he was eventually forced to he chose to pick the Spear as his weapon of choice. He grew to be decently skilled, his precision was amazing for the little training he had and the fluidity of his moves could make some jealous, Daeron also dabbed into hand-to-hand combat, this was so if he actually got into a conflict he wouldn't be forced to use a weapon that could potentially take a life.


Although skilled with a Spear Daeron has not and does not intend to be in a real battle, he was fine to end it at sparring and even now he only does it rarely, he would much rather sing or sow or ride which caused some of the other children to look at him weirdly. However among his other hobbies is reading and cyvasse, Daeron likes to keep himself informed and thinks himself wise, he is capable of strategy and is a well organised planner.





Other:


-Daeron stands around 5'10 in height.


-If pushed far enough Daeron does have skill in hand to hand combat and spearmanship.


-Daeron fancies himself above violence so he preferred to practice things like, painting, singing, horse riding and such over combat, he does not have the same view of knights as most do.

 

[TheGreyEminence]

BENJICOTT 'BOWMAN' TULLY

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  Benjicott 'Bowman' Tully , named so since while attending a tourney at Harnhal shot an arrow a distance of 315 meters and still hit bullseye , although the local bard did play a role in exaggerating the distance . ​
  
  
  
  his family and close friends call him Benji although he really does loathe that name .
  
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  Married , to Olenna Malister altough it isn't a very happy marriage for he is known to be unfaithful .
  
  
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  Benji is usually seen with a crossbow attached to his back, with his prized cane sword, the top of the cane shaped as the trout that symbolizes the Tully house.
  
  
  
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  Benjicott is a strong minded fellow, with a jovial and jolly attitude with others around, and a strict and forceful tone when he needs to command his men . While he still is a jolly man time has taken its toll , his obsession of making sure he does his family well has caused him to strip away his carefree attitude and to act more like a lord .
  
  
  Benji is a warrior, but his skills with a sword and shield aren't what makes him dangerous. His accuracy is definitely his strong suit in the battlefield, but the strategic battlefield is where he truly thrives. He is considered to be the best general in House Tully, leading the Tully army with swift precision and flawless leadership.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Benjicott Tully , was born the first son and heir to the Tully household and since that faithful night he was reminded day in and day out of the immense burden he had to shoulder and how one day every man and woman in the riverlands be it a proud lord or a common whore would bow before him as their liege . All this talk of responsibility and duty , made Bnjicott rebel , rebel against his parents , his tutors and well anything that had authority attached to it.
  
  By his 11 th name day Benjicott had done it all , he had assaulted his maester while studying about the great houses of westeros , been to every brothel in riverrun and once even tried taking the castle itself by raiding the local weapon stocks and attacking the castle walls with a group of 8 friends , fortunately the siege didn't last long as the mothers dragged their children by the ear back to their homes .
  
  
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  Over the years Benjicott had served his household as castellan of Riverrun and chief military adviser to his father , although he hasn't held that post in a long time as he had been busy traveling the seven kingdoms by sea , something he had always wanted to do as a child . despite him being an absentee son for most of his life , Benjicott hasn't lost any love for his family and has a deep desire to serve his house .
  
  
  
  
  

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[St. Boethius]

Appearance: [ You may use just a picture. Please make it realistic or an actual photo. No anime/cartoon pictures will be accepted. ]


Name: Adrian Peterson


Gender: Male


Age: 33


Nicknames / Titles: Maester, Alchemists/pyromancer


Marital Status: Not married


Personality: Adrian is a very curious man. Most of the time Adrian has his nose in a book of some kind always trying to learn something knew each day. Adrian is a very gentle man and considers himself a scholar instead of a fighter, though he has attempted to learn the way of the sword to try and be able to assist his Lord in martial matters as well as matters of the mind.


Biography: Before Adrian joined the order of the Maesters at the age of 10 Adrian joined the Alchemist's guild. Adrian stayed with the Alchemist's guild till he was twenty learning all the secrets of the guild and left the guild on good terms before he entered into the Order of the Maesters at the age of twenty where he studied the anatomy of the human body and expanded on his knowledge with the Alchemists guild various potions, but kept his knowledge of wildfire a secret from the other Maesters. Once Adrian earned his chains he traveled back to kings landing and rejoined the alchemist guild and has been working to bring the Alchemist's guild back into glory by supplying the city with medicines as a front a poisons to those who are discreet.


Other:


Adrian has slight burns and a slight sickly appearance from his experimentation with his own potions.


Adrian is straight and 5'7


Carries a dagger on himself at all times.


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[Grave]

Name: Vladimir (Birth name is Aleron)


Gender: Male


Age: 68


Nicknames / Titles: The Faceless Maester of Dreadfort


Marital Status: None


Personality: Despite his intimidating appearance, Vladimir is genuinely an honest and caring person. He is loyal to Dreadfort and it's people, having no issue in betraying others so that Dreadfort might stand stronger, but will counsel restraint if the course of action doesn't benefit. A friendly person with not much of a bad side, he is known to be very patient and calm during any situations(Unreadable expressions).


During his experiments, Vladimir will often say "Your brave sacrifice will not be in vain, and I'm truly sorry because this will hurt a lot." but would be lying if he said he meant it. He'd also be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.


Biography: Before his arrival at Dreadfort, Aleron was a student or "newb" in the Order of Maesters, being nothing short of a prodigy. He absorbed information like a sponge and performed like a master, learning at a rate that was beyond extraordinary even for a Maester. He craved knowledge and his curiosity sought out the unknown, undone, and inhumane. Vladimir was so deep in his quest for understanding, he had forgotten his mother language. On his arrival here, the first thing he wanted to study were languages and who spoke to languages, taking him around three years, with the ability to absorbed information, to learn each and every language there currently is.


On his quest, Aleron became intrigued with the human anatomy, which was a subject he never got into, even though he studied and learned from a range of history to alchemy, yet this subject strayed from his thoughts until that very day. In his studies, Vladimir wonder how humans could be dominant species of the world when they were so.... imperfect. This awoke another interest: What if he could make humans perfect? Create cures that could even prevent death? He could be the one to create a new generation of perfect, which is what he thought and, unfortunately, began to do. His first experiment was on himself... that didn't go so well when the high Maester turned up one evening, finding Aleron in a pool of blood and his face ripped off.


He survived his first experiment but couldn't risk another one like that. If he dies, who will make humans perfect? He began his new testing on living subjects in secrecy, subjects who did not have loved ones or were stricken by serious illness. He was not a hateful or a murderous person, but understood that sacrifices had to be made in order for him to progress. These immoral and inhumane experiments lasted for about a year, because one day he caught wind that the other Maesters were suspicious, who would've had him executed when they found his lab, but he had already fled.


On the run, Aleron knew he couldn't hide for long, his skinless face being a very distinctive feature. Within his vast knowledge, he remembered a place that might take him in. A place that would take him days of horse-back riding.


It took Aleron ten days to reach the Dreadfort, ten days that he survived of non-stop riding and only eating every 2 days. The Bolton's took him in with open arms after he told them his reasons for leaving the Order of Maesters. They even had a special mask created for him and asked if he could be the Maester of Dreadfort, to conduct experiments on some of the prisoners.


He accepted this 50 years ago and would remember until his dying day.


Other:


-Vastly knowledgeable in in different fields which include, but not limited to: Alchemy, Medicine, Surgery, Herbs, Languages, History, War strategy, Laws, and Religion.


-What he lacks in fighting is made up by his ability to learn at an abnormal rate. If he doesn't know something, he will learn it very quickly.


-He is Asexual and feels no lustful desires.


-Stands at the height of 6'0.

 

[Nuxipal]

Name: Ixidor Bloodfyre


Gender: Male


Age: 21


Nicknames / Titles: Lord of House Bloodfyre, First Knight of Elyria, Freeholder of Elyria(Formerly)


Marital Status: Widowed/Single


Appearance:

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Personality:


Driven by a sense of adventure, Ixidor is known to his friends as kind and loyal man. He fights fiercly when he must, but is no expert swordsman. He instead focused more on his education as a youth. Learning from scholars of Volantis, even studying within the Black Walls for a year. He has a soft spot for his sister, as she is the last surviving member of his family aside from himself.


His closest friends, are also his loyal warriors. They have seen him in battle, and while he isn't the best fighter, his awareness and ability to command has led to several dozen victories for the men he commaned both on land and at sea.


Biography:

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Born to Vaemond Bloodfyre and Calla Rogarys, Ixidor was born to inherit the Bloodfyre Estate and form a bridge with a rival house, Rogarys. Unlike his father, he was born with Red eyes, instead of the usual Violet of those with Valyrian Blood. It was a strange occurance, but not one that was unknown in Elyrian Society as the Doom burned deep within the people living so close to its desolation.


Within a year, Calla Rogarys had inherited her father's estate after he and her brothers died in a pirate raid in Slaver's Bay. A bitter fight between the lesser branches of House Rogarys and House Bloodfyre over Calla's right to the estate took place in the alleys and streets of Elyria. The fight extended to the trade lanes and even into the bedrooms of each House.


At one point, Ixidor was nearly murdered at the age of six as a way of preventing a male Bloodfyre from ever inheriting the Rogarys Estate. Instead, the assassin's bolt found his mother's back. Pulling his young sister from his dying mother's grasp as he called for help, Ixidor ran out of the room. He doesn't know what happened after that, but his father seemed distant. For the next several years, he was raised in Volantis, and eventually was let into the Black walls at age 15 to learn what he could there for a year. Within the black walls he learned the origins of his own family were not from Valyria as he had been taught as a child, his mother's family had been, but his father's family came from Westeros.


Just over two hundred years after the conquest, a Targaryen Prince in maester training had a secret affair with the daughter of the Lord of the Hightower. The resulting child was a bastard named Baelor. When he was of age, they gave him a choice. Go to the wall and be with his father, join the citadel, or leave Westeros forever. Baelor left Westeros and started a new life in Volantis under the name Baelor Bloodfyre. While there he was made wealthy by the slave trade and moved to Elyria to be closer to the Ghiscari coast where he did most of his business. Thus founding the Bloodfyre Estate which he purchased from another family upon his arrival.


At age sixteen he returned to Elyria and took up the sword for his father against what remained of House Rogarys. At this point, they had fled to the ruins of the city of Telyria, on the other side of the Smoking Sea. Ixidor led a fleet of 200 ships through the smoking sea to surprise the Rogarys fleet. Unknown to him, the Rogarys fleet was doing the same. The two forces met one afternoon just south of the Ruins of Oros.


The Battle turned in favor fo the Bloodfyre fleet and soon the Rogarys ships were forced to make a landing in the ruined harbor of Oros. Once famed as a powerful Valyrian city, it was nothing more than a smoking husk, even after nearly 500 years. Ixidor made landfall behind the Rogarys forces and fought his way into the city. Not a great swordsman, but he killed his fair share of foes. During a point in the battle, they were fighting in the Acropolis of Oros when Ixidor and his guard entered into a manor-like structure while trying to wait for reinforcements to reach them. In the structure, the remains of several dozen people were scattered across the floor. Bones, scorched by the hellfire which consumed so much of the city, but spared the walls of the building around them.


The sight was all the more terrifying when several figures rushed at them from the opposite side of the structure. A chase took on as these figures, which Ixidor and his guard can only describe as demons, chased them into the streets past the searching men of House Rogarys and into a temple. Within that temple, Ixidor learned that Valyrian Temples of Old had only one entryway. He was also fortunate that this particular temple had a single Valyrian Steel blade on the floor. It's silver and blue blade had survived the centuries undiscovered, even in a city which hadn't been isolated as Valyria itself had been.


With the Valyrian Steel by his side, Ixidor managed to slay two of the demons before they withdrew. His men, finally retreating from the city could only hear the screams of the Rogarys men as they were butuchered by these alleged demons. They sailed quickly for home not wishing to look back. Upon his return to Elyria, he was knighted as the First Knight of Elyria and granted the title Freeholder of Elyria. He would soon marry, but that wasn't the end of his adventuring.


Nyessa, the woman Ixidor married, was just as adventurous. She urged the newly knighted Ixidor onto a grand adventure back into the Smoking Sea, their destination: Valyria. It went smoothly at first. The expedition was nearly 1500 men and 30 ships. They wished to be the first successful salvaging of Valyria. Instead, what they found was desolation and death. The minute they landed a strange illness began killing the sailors as they fled to the ships, Ixidor and Nyessa became separated. The fleet moved away from the shore only to find themselves under attack by Krakens.


Ixidor's ship was spared, but he caught a glimpse of his wife, Nyessa using the ship she was on as a battering ram to kill one of the Krakens, only to have a second wrap the galley up and pull it under. Ixidor rushed to one of the rowboats with a swarm of men trying to stop him. He got a few frantic feet from the boat before a pair of his sailors jumped aboard and pulled him from the craft just as it was being smashed by a tentacle of a Kracken. The group hit the water and Ixidor felt a tug at his waist, fearing for his life he reached out for his crew who grabbed him and pulled him free of the surf. Only later he realized that his sword had fallen while he was in the water. The Valyrian Steel sword which had saved his life numerous times already was again, lost to the doom.


Because of this, a two years ago, when his father died, Ixidor decided he would sell both estates and gather all of his family's wealth and go on to Westeros hoping to forget about what had happened. It took time, but eventually both estates sold. Most of his family's trade fleet was also sold. What remained were 20 warships and 50 trade ships, mostly filled with the wealth he planned on bringing to Westeros with him. He hoped to buy himself a Lordship and to find his sister a safe place to live, as House Rogarys was once again making attempts to find and kill the Bloodfyre Line.

Other: 6'0", Sturdy build. He has a long reach in battle, but his technique is not the best. Ixidor suffers from/has Dragon Dreams, which have led to him having difficulties forgetting the past or taking particularly direct paths due to his visions. He has always been afraid that doing so will lead to another disaster like Valyria. He wears blue painted steel armor with silver pauldrons. To which is attached a cloak of Blue and Silver. His Valyrian steel sword, now with a dragon's head pommel, always at his side. He named the blade Bloodfyre, and has since changed the colors of his house to match the blade's colors.


Name: Rhaenys Bloodfyre


Gender: Female


Age: 16


Nicknames / Titles: Lady of House Bloodfyre


Marital Status: Single


Appearance:

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Personality:


Rhaenys has been known to have a certain fire burning within her. She knows others view her as beautiful and uses it to her advantage. She is extremely confident in herself and her skill as a negotiator. She has never once touched a weapon, but never was outright opposed to learning to use one.


Rhaenys is also known to wander alone from time to time. She was frequently found alone on the cliffs overlooking the harbor claiming that the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks below was calming to her.


Biography:

Spoiler

Like her brother before her, Rhaenys had a great deal of anticipation over her future for House Bloodfyre. Her earliest years were dire, when she was just over a year old, her mother was shot down by one of her own uncles and her brother sent away to Volantis for safety. Leaving her alone with her grieving father. She grew a great distrust for the politicians which frequented the house and always commented on her beauty as she grew older. By age 11 she was arranged to marry the Lord Marshall of Elyria's oldest son, in exchange for House Rogarys being banished from Elyria forever. Instead, Rogarys murdered the boy she was to wed and his father resulting in a two year long civil war that her brother had to fight the Rogarys armies through.


It was while her brother was away fighting in the smoking sea that their father grew ill for the first time. While it wouldn't be the last time he was ill, it was a shock to the entire family. The elder Bloodfyre was expected to marry again, and soon, to expand the line of succession. Rhaenys stayed by her father's side, night and day even after he got better. She learned her skills of negotiation through observing and eventually participating in them herself. Her beauty caused others to underestimate her and she manipulated them to the advantage of her house. When her father died, and her brother revealed his plan to her, she was the one who negotiated the sales. She increased her family's wealth nearly a thousand fold with the sales, at least in hard currency. The material goods she was forced to give up were great and she wished to settle into Westeros as soon as possible to begin to regain some of the goods she had to part with for the journey.

Other: She greatly dislikes those who view her as little more than a pawn of her brother. She views herself as a proud Valyrian who can hold her own against others. Her brother had armor crafted for her, but she rarely wears it unless they are coming into port where there could be a trap. She prefers to wear red and black dresses to the blue and silver her brother would like her to wear. She doesn't know the full history of her family, but has a feeling that her father wasn't telling her the whole truth.

 

[TheFordee20]

Hakon Of The Hornfoots

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Spoiler

Name

Hakon

Gender

Male

Age

20

Nicknames/Titles

Hakon Of The Hornfoots


Ebon Nails




Marital Status

Single

Family

SEE HERE

Personality

Family come first in Hakon's eyes. He cares deeply for his sister, Inga, and his new baby brother, "It". He even has a bit of love left for his twin brother, after all he has done. Hakon would do anything he could to protect his family.


Although he is a wildling, he is quite clever. He learns fast, and he is always one step ahead of everything. Sometimes he fantasizes about heading south and learning about their rich culture. He longs for a happier existence. Happy thoughts aside, he is a very solemn young man. He will often wallow in sadness and brood. However he still has a sense of humour, and he loves to make lil' Inga laugh.

Biography

Hakon, along with his brother Halvor, were born in a Hornfoot settlement near Antler. His mother, Aleri, was immediately shunned by her clan for producing a set of children with the seed of a wildling man from a rival clan. She was forced to leave. Aleri made her own home in The Haunted Forest, where she raised her children. Gren Of The Nightrunners, the father of her children, would oft come and visit her. He even impregnated her once more. Hakon grew up in the dark, cold forest with a makeshift spear in his hands. Whenever Gren came to visit, he'd teach both Hakon and Halvor on how to fight. Hakon excelled in fighting with a spear, whilst his twin was great with an axe.


Since their father wasn't always in the picture, Hakon and Halvor looked after their mother and sister. They would hunt for food, keep the fire lit at all times, and defend their shabby home from any invaders. This was Hakon's entire life until his mother became pregnant for the third time. Gren was happy when he heard he'd be having another child. Hakon was happy to, but, Halvor was not. Halvor had began to visit the old Hornfoot settlement, and he was slowly being turned against his parents by the village elders- who still looked down up Aleri. Halvor began to hate his family. The night Hakon's mother gave birth to her fourth child was the night that The Hornfoots paid a visit, with Halvor at their side.


Halvor and The Hornfoots slayed Gren, along with Aleri. Hakon ran into the woods with his sister, and his new baby brother. Halvor caught up to them and threatened to kill them, but Hakon managed to fight him off. Halvor ran off to be with The Hornfoots, and Hakon was left with two children.


He walked for days and days before he came to a large settlement on the edge of The Shivering Sea. Now, Hakon is trying to provide his siblings with a better life- but he fears that one day the rest of his mother's clan, led by Halvor, will hunt him down.




Other

- As he is a wildling, he is illiterate. Although this doesn't mean he is dumb- just ignorant towards the ways of the south.


- The soles of his feet are black, as his mother never let him or his siblings wear shoes. This has earned him the name "Ebon Nails" among those who know him in the new settlement he has learned to call home.


- He carries his makeshift spear, Greypoint, with him everywhere he goes.

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Lady Keila Estermont

Name

Keila Estermont

Gender

Female

Age

24

Nicknames/Titles

Lady Of Greenstone


Estermont's Jewel

Marital Status

Single / Widowed [ Corwin Mertyns ]

Family

SEE HERE

Personality

Keila Estermont's motto is "kill 'em with kindness". On the surface, she is the sweetest young woman in the world, but this is mostly a facade. She isn't a mean person, no, but she is far from the nicest person in Westeros. She is snarky and a bit cynical. Only her family and close friends know of her true nature though. Yet they love her for it. Keila has cunning to her, as well. She sees life as one big chess game and she knows when and how to move her pieces. Although sometimes her movements are flawed and come back to bite her. Keila was also graced with good looks, and she knows how to use these good looks to her advantage- especially in such a man driven world. She knows when to be flirtatious and playful, and, she knows when to be serious and willing.

Biography

Keila was born to Lord Ser Derris Estermont and Lady Brielle Estermont née Errol. She was their second child and first girl. When she was born, it was said that everyone in the room lit up with a smile. Keila was quite sheltered as a child as she usually never left Estermont. She would sometimes be brought to the mainland and visit Haystack Hall and Storm's End, but that was about it. Keila never left The Stormlands until she was at the age of eleven, where she began to travel with her father to attend court at The Red Keep in King's Landing.


Keila loved her time at court. She found it so fascinating and longed to be a politician. However, her dream seemed almost impossible as she had an older brother who would inherit Estermont over her. But, everything changed when her father and brother were to travel to Lys. Their ship was ambushed by pirates and both were put to the sword. Keila cried for days when she and her mother had learned of the dire news. Keila, however, did find some solace in that she was now the acting lady of House Estermont. She finally had power, and her dream had come true- at a terrible price, of course.


When she was only seventeen, Keila wed Corwin Mertyns in attempt to produce an heir for House Estermont. She was very indifferent about Corwin, He was handsome and kind, but she saw him as a piece of wood. He was boring and too proper for her liking, yet she felt he was the best possible suitor for her. The night of their marriage Corwin died in his sleep as he lay beside Keila. His death has led to some vile rumours regarding Keila, but these rumours are only spoken in hushed whispers and aren't discussed by anyone outside of Greenstone and Mistwood. Keila has yet to remarry.


Years on, and Keila has ruled Estermont as well as she possibly ever could. Her smallfolk are well fed and content with their lives. She has also become well known around The Stormlands as someone who rules with charm and kindness. Keila's life is in a decent place right now, but she somehow longs for more. She wants more power. She wants to play her own hand in "the game of thrones".




Other

- Keila is useless when it comes to combat. She has asked her master-at-arms to teach her the art of swordplay, but she is very bad and wielding and swinging a sword. She will often try and practice, but, she kinda' knows that she'll never get any better at it.


- Keila has a great relationship with her mother, Brielle. Brielle has always given sound advice to Keila, and Keila will always listen to what her mother has to say on any topic. Keila feels as if all she has in her life is her mother, and she dreads the day that her mother will pass.


- Keila has visited Essos many a time in her years of being lord/lady. She will oft visit Myr and Tyrosh. She loves to travel as she spent so much time in The Stormlands as a young girl. However, she has stayed far away from Lys- in fear that she will suffer the same fate as her father and sibling.

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Lord Thane Massey

Name

Thane Massey

Gender

Male

Age

39

Nicknames/Titles

Lord Of Stonedance

Marital Status

Married [ Shanene Massey née Sunglass ]

Family

SEE HERE

Personality

When people talk about Thane Massey, the often bring up how malevolent he is. He plays "the game" well and is savvy in the ways of strategy, but, game aside, he is known as a c*nt through-out The Crownlands. He has always been one, and will be one until his dying day. Thane puts himself and House Massey above all else. However, he does not care for his family whatsoever. He will sometimes beat his wife and children if they do not follow the code of conduct he has set for them. Thane likes to control every aspect of his life, and this includes his family. He will put strict rules in place for his family and if they do not follow said rules- he will make sure that they regret it. He is cunning. And he'll do whatever it takes to elevate his position and his house's position in The Seven Kingdoms. Whether that means stabbing his queen in the back, or killing another of his children- he will do it.




Biography

Thane was born during a Blackfyre rebellion, where all of The Crownlands was in a state of turmoil. His early years consisted of him staying at home with his mother, Enora Massey née Dondarrion. He rarely saw his father, who ended up dying near the end of the rebellion. Thane was thrust into lordship at the age of four. His mother tried to control him, but as Thane grew older- his mother found that she would never be able to leash her son. Being a lord at such a young age gave Thane a sense of entitlement that went straight to his head. He felt as if he was invincible, and he quickly made a name for himself all across The Seven Kingdoms. His mother would always try to calm him and make him see sense, but, Thane beat his mother when she approached him about changing the way he ruled. This led to her flinging herself off of the highest wall of Stonedance. Thane was left alone with two younger sisters to look after. He quickly wed himself to Shanene Sunglass, a timid young girl. And then he married off his own two sister so he could gain allies.


Shanene would birth him four children; Kenrick, Lida, Lyric, and Kiran. The children have grown up miserably due to their father's way of life. Thane tried to control every single thing his children did. He wanted perfection out of them so they could give a good name to House Massey. He drove his eldest daughter, Lida, crazy. So she purposely slept with a stable boy to upset her father. When Thane found out, he entered a fit of rage and had his daughter "disappear". His other children have yet to disobey him since Lida went missing.


Thane is a big presence at court, or at least he was. He would often break bread with Mad King Maeryn, and Maeryn would ask for Thane's opinion on certain matters. You could say he was like an unofficial Hand Of The King. Since Maeryn's death, Thane has mostly remained in Stonedance, slowly plotting how to get in his new queen's good graces. Although with talk of war, Thane isn't even sure if siding with Queen Kuvira is the right thing to do that'll benefit him and his house.




Other

- When nervous, or, in a state of anxiety- he will bite his nails and sometimes stutter. However, he is rarely is as such. So people don't really see this side of him.


- Although Thane is fond of tradition, he doesn't worship The Seven. A red priest has been living at Stonedance ever since he was a young boy and Thane has, happily, adopted the religion of R'hllor. He wishes to see this religion become popular through-out Westeros and will try and pester neighboring lords into converting.


- Thane is an adept archer, and has won many a tourney in his youth. He will sometimes still participate in archery contests around Westeros, but he has been outranked by more new and upcoming archers.

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Ser Varic Celtigar

Name

Varic Celtigar

Gender

Male

Age

18

Nicknames/Titles

Ser


Knight Of The Queensguard


The Valiant Crab

Marital Status

Single / Abstained

Family

SEE HERE

Personality

Varic is a kind young man who enjoys helping those in need. He is also quite honourable. A trait he received from Ser Gale Corbray. However, he does amplify these two traits. It's not that Varic isn't both of these things, but he likes to look like a good person in the public eye. This being said, he does take any oath he swears very seriously. And he is greatly disappointed when he fails to carry out an oath, or a job, or a mission. He strives to be an over-achiever and to end up being the new face of The Queensguard. He has already reached the half way point of his goal, as all of Westeros knows his name. Behind all of this goodness that Varic exhales, is the boy that he still is. He is slightly broken emotionally, and wishes he could talk to someone about it. But, he has a persona to uphold, so he will never talk about what he is really thinking deep down.

Biography

Varic Celtigar was born youngest son of Lord Aethon Celtigar and Lady Helena Celtigar, née Royce. From a young age, he was superb with a sword. He would almost always beat those who were training him in swordplay- he was that good. He also happened to excel at all other forms of fighting. His father was fairly proud of Varic. And this caused small amounts of friction between Varic and his older brother, Cethann. When he entered his teens, he squired for Ser Gale Corbray, the most renown knight in all of The Seven Kingdoms. Varic soon got sick of pouring Gale's wine and cleaning his small clothes. It wasn't until an assassination attempt on Mad King Maeryn that Varic was able to show all of Westeros what he was made of. Varic single-handedly killed the assassin and saved Maeryn's life. Some people wouldn't see that as a good deed, but, Maeryn, of course, did. Varic was knighted soon after, at only the young age of sixteen. Gale and Varic traveled to Claw Isle soon after his knighting, and Lord Aethon held a huge feast in his young son's honor. Varic moved to King's Landing where he became a member of court and partially worked under his brother in The Gold Cloaks, doing odd jobs. Varic would spend some time with Mad King Maeryn during this period of time, and before Varic knew it- he was enacted into The Kingsguard. Him being made a member was due to being a prodigal when it came to swordplay, and the respect King Maeryn and Ser Gale had for him. Shortly after; Lord Aethon passed on and Cethann became lord of House Celtigar. Varic was absolutely emotionally devastated by his father's demise. Too make matters somewhat worse, Maeryn died as well. Varic felt as if he had failed his duty as a knight. He could not save his King, let alone his own father, from death.


Varic has pledged his life to serving Queen Kuvira, but he barely knows her. However, he sees her as a good an' kind person- since Ser Gale sees her that way, and Varic trusts Gale immensely.

Other

- Varic is highly adept in combat and would most likely beat each member of The Queensguard in a duel, of course a lot of things factor into this. He is young, fast, and quick witted. He can think on his feet and will try his best to get out of situations that aren't in his favour. He isn't without flaw though. He is still young and he has A LOT of mistakes to make.


- Varic and his brother, Cethann, have an odd relationship. They have a sibling rivalry, to some degree. The only reason Varic wanted to be good with a sword was because his older brother was. Varic has always tried to out do Cethann in every shape and form. Even when Varic was working part-time in The City Watch- he felt as if he had to do every job he received better than his brother could've done. It paid off, and Varic is now a member of The Queensguard. Although, this "rivalry" is still lingering even to today.


- Varic is a virgin, and plans to die as one. It isn't that he has no interest in women, but- he has taken his vows very seriously. And he plans to never break them for as long as he possibly can. He does have a slight crush on a few handmaidens around The Red Keep, and he even fancied Princess Aerea for a while. He will try his best not to act on these attractions though.

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Vaughan Greyjoy

Name

Vaughan Greyjoy

Gender

Male

Age

61

Nicknames/Titles

Keeper Of Pyke

Marital Status

Single / Widowed [ Tegan Greyjoy née Blacktyde ]

Family

SEE HERE

Personality

A hard ass, through and through. Vaughan has witnessed so much in his lifetime that he is unmoved by almost anything. He has lived through many a rebellion and seen so much death. Even though he may come across as cold, though, he is a loving man. He loves his people, The Ironborn. He cares for his family as well, or at least what is left of 'em. He has lost so much, that Vaughan surprisingly has a lot of love to give. He treats his people with compassion, as well as a stern fist. He is, after all, an Ironborn- and he will always have that fury inside of him.

Biography

Vaughan has lived through, about, twelve rebellions. He has never been the cause of any of these wars, but he has always fought during them. Whether it was under his brother's thumb, or his father's. Vaughan has done nothing but fought, fought, and fought. So when he met Tegan Blacktyde, he was so glad to finally stop fighting and to "love" instead. Tegan was the greatest thing to ever happen to Vaughan. She was a strong woman who was known all over the isles. Yet, her strength couldn't save her from dying during the birth of her and Vaughan's son, Urien.


Vaughan loved Urien, but, Urien tried to fight, like his father always had- and Urien failed to win his fight. Vaughan has suffered so much that he wakes up some days and decides to not show any emotion through-out that day. Sometimes he even goes days without uttering a word to anyone.


Vaughan finally fought once more when his nephew, Conn, raged a rebellion and promised The Ironborn everything their hearts desired. Conn failed to do as much. Now, Vaughan is currently keeping everything in-check in Pyke as The Kingsmoot approaches. He has been approached by many to be in the running for the 'moot, but, Vaughan has declined. He will not rule. No, he will continue to fight and fight until his days are done.




Other

- Vaughan was quite good with a sword in his youth, but, he hasn't used one in quite some time. He has taken more of a commanding role.


- Surprisingly, Vaughan isn't fond of ships. He is a true Ironborn when it comes to everything but the open water. Although most of the time he was on a ship, it was when all the other ships around him were sinking- or ablaze. He doesn't necessarily hate them, but he is very indifferent towards them unlike most Iron Islanders.


- Vaughan is a family man and tries to get on with each and every one of them. However, his sister despises him ever since he sided with Conn- as does his niece, Haelga. If he could, he would make amends, but, that seems like it'll never be a viable option he can choose upon.


- Vaughan hasn't been with someone sexually, since Tegan. He loved her so much that he vowed to never touch another woman again, and has since held up this promise. He wants to stay loyal to his wife, even though she has been gone for so many years.


- Vaughan is devout believe of The Drowned God, and takes his religion very seriously.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

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Appearance: Nyalla stands at 5'5, with a slender frame. Her skin is of a darker olive complexion, and her eyes are the color of caramel. Her hair is Raven black, gently wavy, and is long enough to reach down to her hips. In terms of her figure, she is simply put, voluptuous. She is curvaceous, with a slender waist and wide hips, accompanied by a round, plump rear. To finish off, she has a generously proportioned bust, and long legs built for dancing. When her body is combined with a particularly scandalous outfit, she becomes nigh-impossible to ignore.


Name: Nyalla Gargalen


Gender: Female


Age: 21


Nicknames / Titles: Beauty of the Salt Shore


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Nyalla is passionate in everything that interests her, whether it be love, dance, music, or her friendships. She thoroughly enjoys flirting and playing with the emotions and desires of men, although she is sure to never take things so far that anyone involved would end up hurt. She has a love for music and dance, especially of the Dornish sort. The music and dancing styles of her people are as passionate and energetic as she is, and she feels as if she can best express herself through those means.


Biography: Born to Lord Trystreir Gargalen and Lady Gysnei Gargalen, formerly of House Dalt, Nyalla lived through a rather soft, pampered childhood. She spent much of her times in the famous Water Gardens, and away from her parents, growing up alongside, and making good friends with Elia Martell, as well as her sisters, and elder brother Cayden, although he was not around as much. Even from a young age, it was obvious that Nyalla would grow up beautiful, and devious as well, seeming to, more often than not, get what She wanted. While her childhood friends learned the arts of combat, sailing, or ruling, she learned the more courtly ways, learning how to twist her words to suit her, and how to command her body language to hide her intentions. These talents would help her as Elia's handmaiden in court, a position she has served for several years. Soon enough, she took on loving as an art form and passtime as well, never satisfied with one thing at a time.


As Nyalla blossomed into adulthood, she began to attract suitors, although none of them met her measure. Despite this, in court she always appeared heavily flirtatious, and often sexual, when it suited her.


After the death of Elia's parents, the rulers of Dorne, Nyalla was at her friend's side to help where she could. However, with war brewing, even Nyalla finds herself uncertain about the future.


Other: Pansexual.

 

[Mion]

WIP


Appearance:


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Name:


Lord Adrian Dondarrion


Gender:


Male


Age:


38


Nicknames / Titles:


Lord of Blackhaven, The Lightning Lord.


Marital Status:


Single


Personality:


Adrian is a gregarious, strong willed Lord with ambition, stubborn in his pursuits he vows to never surrender in life. Like lightning his fighting style is quick and powerful and so is his temper, even the men who fancy themselves brave tread lightly while dealing with the Lightning Lord. With little respect to authority other than his own ever since he was young he has gone over the head of his superiors although he has always been lucky and got away with it. He can swing a sword, shoot a bow and ride a horse but he isn't anything special in any however it is a combination of all that make him dangerous, a man of many talents he is. If he is an expert in anything it would be brawling, something he has done a lot growing up and still does today.


Biography:


Unlike many lordlings Adrian did not grow up sheltered, he was given freedom and what happened as a product of that freedom was not the fault of his parents... or so they kept telling him. He learned many lessons from a young age, like how to talk to a man without him wanting to break your jaw and how to steal a few silver stags during broad daylight. He also wound up in many scuffles, as a young man he was almost always angry and the locals grew to be aware of his wrath, this has lessened to some degree over the years with his fuse being slightly longer but once it is lit there is no holding him back like he was a boy again.


Not only has he been roughened up but he has also been taught how to be a proper Lord and its duties, Adrian has always had a narrow minded view in that he didn't really care about people if they weren't his. But he can act proper when needed albeit a rather slight facade. Growing up in the Dornish Marches Adrian has had his fair share of combat experience, not only is he a decent traditional strategist but he is well known for his guerrilla warfare. He has also grown a deep hatred for the Dornish and its people to the point that he beat a man to death just because he saw him and thought he may have been Dornish. He feels a close connection to the other Marcher Lords but not so much the others unless it is for his own benefit.


Other:


Is around 5'9 tall.

 

[Hypnos]

Name: Alfred Codd


Gender: Male


Age: 43


Titles: Lord of Codd Keep


Nicknames:


Marital Status: Married [Helya Farwynd of Sealskin Point]


Personality: A peculiar man, with an odd attitude towards life, Alfie Codd is not the typical dull witted ironborn warrior, nor is he an articulate sympathizer of the greenlands. Like his ancestors, the great Codds of old, Alfie has his own way of doing things, reaving only when it suits his purpose and mostly keeping himself to himself, enjoying fine wines 'brought' from the Arbor and other luxuries that can be found just a sail away from his home. Though not the biggest fan of useless shows of masculinity, Alfie still participates in some of the more extreme traditions of iron born culture and is a devout worshiper of the drowned god, though he takes his faith a little less seriously than others.


Hard to befriend and quick to anger, the Lord of Codd keep is mostly ignored by the more serous iron born as a drunk who can hardly string together a sentence, though he does not let let the opinions of other, inferior men bother him, taking them in stride and returning every insult that they throw at him. Proud of his family, and the lands they rule, Alfie is an ambitious if a bit naive man, who is known to overestimate his own importance in the iron islands, and demand too much from his men and fellow lords.


Biography: Born to Lord Lucas Codd and Lady Luca Codd (His cousin) Alfred Codd was the youngest of seven sons and was not long expected to outlive his teen years. However, unfortunately for the iron islands, he did just that, and by the time he reached the age of twenty and four all of his brothers had been drowned, stabbed, bludgeoned or in the case of one unlucky sod trampled to death by their horse. This left Alfred heir to a small keep and a very unimpressive amount of gold, though for the seventh son of one of the most despised men in the iron islands it seemed like a lot.


In his youth Alfred enjoyed reaving, though not in the same way as other iron born. Whilst his colleges and comrades would rush off to their deaths fighting heavily guarded castles in the reach or the west Alfie would sit waiting in the sunset sea, picking off which ever vessels looked small and unimportant enough not to be missed. Though he far from amassed a fortune, he soon learnt the best routes to intercept small trading galleys meant for the north from the Arbor, and became an expert on taking just enough to keep himself in a permanent state of being mildly hungover, yet never enough to attract the wrath of the Redwyne fleet at the Arbor.


By the time he reached his thirties, Alfie was a lord, and had as much alcahol as he could possibly drink, yet he always dreamed of something more, and gaining a greater position in life. At thirty and two he set of on the first of his 'ten great voyages' which led him all around the known world, or at least he'd claim. The reality of the situation was a lot less glamorous in the fact that he made everything up and never got further than Tyrosh, though that is a secret known only to himself (The rest of his 'crew' mysteriously 'went missing' on the return journey and were never heard from again.) During his time in Tyrosh however Alfie picked up many valuble, mostly through illegitimate means since in the merchant city he was barely richer than common rabble, and he'd often return with great prizes that he claims came from his journeys. Lord Codd now is in the running for the prestigious Kingsmoot and is fairly confident in his chances of winning.


Other:

• Alfie is almost completely blind and can barely see, causing him to walk with a big stick, which he will often use to comit brutal acts of violence. He claims to have slain a lot of men with his stick, though like many things about him that is untrue.
  
• There are rumours about the iron islands that Alfie had an affair with his own sister. This has never been confirmed, but he has three bastard nephews who look suspiciously similar to him.
  

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Tiberious Arryn

This is where another leader would be giving some grandiose speech, that's more self-indulgence than actual inspiration. I'm not going to do that. We all know we're going to scatter those fucks to the hills, so let's go out there, stop wasting time, and do it! Tiberious Arryn

Name: Tiberious Arryn


Gender: Male


Age: 26


Nicknames / Titles: The Soldier-Lord. This isn't too commonly used. He usually lets Trevir take the limelight and the nicknames.


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Tiberious is exactly the son Gelgin would have asked for. He is a hard man, stern and unflinching in his beliefs and actions. He's got a strong belief in the stability of the Seven Kingdoms above almost all else. He internalises his emotions, hard. When he lets it out, it's usually with some violence, usually slamming a training post until it breaks. He's rigidly polite to everyone, no matter his actual feelings on them. He's even fairly courteous to smallfolk, not looking down on them nearly as much as most other lords. This is not through kindness, as is the way with his brother Trevir, but through pragmatism. The power of a lord comes in that the smallfolk obey him. If they do not, he is just another man. So, stay on the good side of the smallfolk. He's not one for pleasantries. He can do them, but he usually forgets to, usually when he's focused on something. Which is often. He'd much rather get to the point when talking with someone, especially since it tends to give people less time to try and play games with him.


He is a man of great pragmatism and common sense, grounded in reality rather than the fairytale notions of some other people. He doesn't have the greatest relationship with his brother, but he cares very deeply for him, as he does for his father, his mother, and the realm. Duty is extremely important to Tiberious, and he despises those who derelict it. He's a very inspirational figure to those around him, leading through a shining example of valour, courage, duty, and discipline. He isn't quite the strategic genius that Gelgin is, but Gelgin has most definitely taught him the ways of being a general, and Tiberious has taken well to it. He's also got the experience, having been fighting the Mountain Clans much of his life.


Tiberious has a high tolerance for pain of any kind, be it emotional, physical, or mental. He doesn't take well to levity, just getting exasperated by it more than anything. He doesn't respond well to people touching him, and he's incredibly private and modest. He's not shy, and he can bellow a warcry like nobody else, but he's more than happy to keep his achievements on the down-low. Sharing personal details is a sign of his trust, although he's picked up a habit of lying about these details, to spread some doubt. He doesn't really have any hobbies that other people would usually consider 'fun'. Practise, training, learning, and doing his job as a lord is his idea of fun. He's not got a very high opinion of himself.


Biography:


It's said that Tiberious never cried as a child, but that's not true. He wasn't born as some kind of superman. Almost from birth, Gelgin drilled and trained him to be a lord, a general, and a warrior. He grew- no, that's too free a word. He was shaped, moulded, cast, beaten into what he is today. Laura didn't fully approve of this sort of treatment, but she knew Gelgin was set on his course, and she made up for it by doing her best to keep him emotionally a person, still. Didn't work too well, in Tiberious' case.


Early on, he was involved in skirmishes with the Mountain Clans, and this has not let up much. He's got 13 years of combat experience and a decade of experience with command. Even before then, he'd been getting training in combat. But his 'education' wasn't limited to combat. He also learned much from the Maester, including a good grasp of - and literacy in - High Valyrian and Braavosi. He was basically 'forged' as Gelgin's idea of a perfect lord. The downside to this so-called 'upbringing' is that Tiberious is... not what someone would call a fully functional person.


Tiberious doesn't have that much of a reputation to speak of, remaining something of an unknown factor for many people. He's okay with that; he doesn't need to be the centre of people's attention. In fact, that's often a bad thing. The centrepiece is often the target, the one which is targeted first. He has not yet interacted with women, and shows a disinterest in them. He can appreciate that a lady is beautiful, but it doesn't make him feel anything. It's like a bored patron in a Money exhibit. He can appreciate the paintings are masterfully painted, but he doesn't care, and they don't evoke any emotion in him. He's not asexual, he's just heavily disinterested.


In his adult years, he's spent very little relaxation time, spending time training, fighting mountain clansmen, fighting regular bandits, quizzing Maester Cale, sits in on Gelgin's daily lordship duties, or other 'practical' activities. He's shown strong signs of being a workaholic, and often goes without sleep, forgets to eat, drink, or bathe, and not spend much time around people. He's used to it, now, and functions pretty well under those conditions. Self-improvement is his goal, as he intends to make himself the best, most capable man he can before Gelgin dies and he's saddled with running the house.


Other: Tiberious is a very inspiring man and a skilled battlefield commander, having learned from the best. He makes people around and under him want to follow him wherever he goes, marching in ordered lines through the Seven Hells and back again. He leads through example, and a strong one at that. He's clever and fairly quick on the uptake, but he's more well-read and experienced than naturally intelligent. While he's not a prodigy swordsman like his little brother, he's highly skilled nonetheless. He makes up that difference in experience and sheer strength, while being surprisingly agile for a man of his size. 6'7" and 236 lbs, heavily muscled and broad-shouldered. He's considered attractive, but more in the 'manly man, barbarian warlord' sort of way. He usually fights with a sword and shield, as becomes a knightly lord, but he is rather partial to flanged maces and war picks.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Jaek Longsent

Life's not fair, or just, or right. It's life. I take it by the bollocks and get what I can out of it, and so should you. Braedon Keller

Name: Byron Waters


Gender: Male


Age: 43


Nicknames / Titles: Hawk (is what people call him, because he refuses to give a real name. It creates less confusion), Thousand-Named Man


Marital Status: Single


Personality:


Callen is not what you'd call a nice person; the world has been vicious to him, so he's learned to be a vicious bastard right back. He looks out for himself, and himself only, with very few exceptions. He lies almost universally when people ask about him, occasionally sprinkling in the truth to fuck with people, and he's a damned good liar, too. Arren does this primarily because it amuses him. He'll continually refer to himself by a different name each time, and occasionally suck recruits in by telling them that he 'likes their promise', so he's going to 'tell them who he really is', then proceed to spin a tail where he's the son of a lowly farmer in the Riverlands who became a bandit, then got caught and sent to the wall. Some people are considering 'do not listen to Hawk if he starts talking about himself' becoming part of training.


Whatever you may say about Niklas, he's damned good at sneaking around and causing havoc. His track record doesn't lie, whether it's direct deception and infiltration or beating the Wildlings at their own hit-and-run game, he's a canny son of a bitch. Individually, he's not the most dangerous man around. But give him a few people and some limited resources to work with, and he can cook up some nasty shit. He's an asshole, but he's a gleeful asshole who works for us, not them, and he's cunning as all shit.


Biography:


Well, which story do you want? Petyr Pyke is a bastard son of the Greyjoys, Rickard Sharp is a disgraced member of House Sharp, Zayn Portens is a Maester who ran away from the Citadel after having an affair, he's a bandit who was captured and sent to the wall, he's a peasant who was essentially conscripted into the Night's Watch, and, if you let him keep talking, he's a Lyseni nobleman who was captured by pirates, became a hedge knight, discovered he was a Targaryen bastard, and was sent to the Wall to cover it up. He doesn't expect these stories to stick, but it amuses him to tell them, to see people react to them, and to see what sticks. Marson has periods of fading in and out of contact with people,


I'll keep his real backstory open, because fun.


Other: Kearan is handy with a mace, but not exceptional. He could reliably win against your average wildling pretty handily, but not much beyond that. He's a better shot with a crossbow, really. But even then, not exceptional. He makes up for that with wits, intelligence, and an amazingly low amount of honour. He can improvise really, really well. 5'5" and 114 lbs, Loras is very thin and wiry, and he most definitely knows how to sneak around.

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Appearance:

Spoiler

Name: Brynden Blackwood


Gender: Male


Age: 52


Nicknames / Titles: Lord of Raventree.


Marital Status: Single.


Personality:

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Brynden has always been a shrewd and economically intelligent person, from his youth when he was thrusted into the Lordship of Raventree early, to his current years. To him, every decision, whether it be as easy as feeding your livestock left over corn or natural grass, weighs heavy on his mind. He is methodical, unlikely to miss the smallest detail, before he comes to a decision.


This has dominated every action in his life, and some have misinterpreted this as a high level of honor in Lord Brynden. But one should not be fooled, he is no less likely to commit crimes and break what most consider acceptable, but when Lord Brynden does this, it is done with class and a sheet over his actions. Few, in the end, can comment on the wrongdoings of Lord Brynden for this reason.


When Brynden's mind focuses in on a target, it's not very likely he'll drop it until he finds the answers he wants. He is as ruthless as he is meticulous, but the same caution he takes with every step keeps his true nature hidden, and the honorable, stickler for rules that most see takes center stage.


A big part of Brynden's life is keeping his House and family safe. He feels an obligation to extend the same protection to his smallfolk, but they come as an after thought to the needs of his biological relatives.

Biography:

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At a young age Brynden Blackwood was made Lord of Raventree Hall, his father, Lord Aeken Blackwood dying in the war of the Nine Penny Kings. Brynden grew up with two younger brothers, the now late Ser Gawain Blackwood and the living Ser Eustace Rivers. Brynden made sure to keep both safe once he was made lord, and worked endlessly to find Ser Gawain a good house to marry into. He would eventually die of a Spring Pox years later, much to Brynden's misery.


As a young adult, Brynden would stay away from more athletic events, such as jousting, melee's, sailing, hunting, giving him at first a craven name. But the Lord knew that he couldn't risk himself or spend much time wasting his time - He had a duty to his house. Ser Eustace and Ser Gawain would participate in these activities in his name for a time. But once Ser Gawain died, Ser Eustace was made Master at Arms of Raventree, partially to keep him safe.


When Brynden was thirty, he finally married, much to his annoyance. Like many things in life, Brynden viewed women as an unnecessary risk. But his half-brother Ser Eustace insisted. And at the time, not many were willing to tie their names to that of the estranged Blackwoods. Brynden half convinced himself to propose a Bracken, but ultimately refused and looked outside the Riverlands. It did not take Lord Brynden long to find a wife, Lady Celia Tarbeck. He took to her well enough, but never did he show her any compassion one would expect a husband to. They had four children, one son and three daughters, all of whom looked ready to live long lives.


His eldest, Kaes Blackwood, he actively restricted from entering in tourneys and dangerous activities from a young age, forcing the boy to learn the law of the land and what leading is like. It didn't stick, much to Brynden's chagrin, and Kaes would eventually go on to be a regular in Reach sponsored tilts.


His daughters, younger than Kaes, took their time to bleed and thus stayed with the Blackwoods longer than other noble women. And by the time they did, Lady Celia requested that her family should have the first chance to marry their children. Brynden agreed, and the eldest of the children were wed back into the Tarbeck Household.


Life for Brynden after that was simple, but he took it with a certain grace, never dissatisfied with how current events were. He kept taxes flowing, he kept the smallfolk happy, and allowed refugees from the cities to slowly settle land that wasn't being worked to its maximum potential. Brynden looked to retire as Kaes seemed capable of replacing him, something Lord Blackwood would accept with great pride in his eldest child, if it were not for a pox striking him just three years ago. Brynden was described as highly contagious and likely to die, much like his younger brother Gawain. Celia, heartbroken, took the family from Raventree, as to not let them see their fathers last weeks in agony.


Miraculously, Brynden recovered, though he was still feeble. The Maester immediately wrote to Tarbeck Hall to inform the family, who were grieving with their extended kin. The reply they received threatened to throw Brynden back into a fever. Houses Tarbeck and Reyne were destroyed for rebellion, with the young lion Tiber and his yet younger still brother destroying all those in Tarbeck hall.


Brynden had no idea if his family was spared, and spent the next five months sitting out, looking over his bedroom window. Hoping to catch sight of them returning. His strength was returning, but the illness had taken great strength from him. Eventually he accepted what had happened to him, and Brynden has since retreated from almost all social events and life. Ser Eustace and his son, Ser Hoster are now the speculated heirs. Most assume Brynden is just a year away from requesting the two to be named as legal Blackwoods.

Other:


A fact those in the Riverlands know is that Lord Brynden Blackwood seems to have servants and house guards on his payroll, for he always seems to know what his rivals are up to. It's said that whenever you see a crow or raven, Brynden is looking back at you.


Brynden has always been an outspoken man. He does not hide his thoughts when asked honestly on them, even on less savory acts he has endorsed. But his own dry humor does help to hide this.




Appearance:

Spoiler

Name: Ser Eustace River


Gender: Male


Age: 42


Nicknames / Titles:


Marital Status: Married (To "Lady" Bethy, the farmers daughter)


Personality:


Biography: [i'd like at least a paragraph for this one. More would be encouraged, but I understand not everyone likes filling out Character Sheets.]


Other: [ Disabilities? Interesting Bits? Likes/Dislikes? Sexual Orientation? Skills? Quirks? ETC ]




Appearance:

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Name: Ser Hoster of Raventree Hall


Gender: Male


Age: 22


Nicknames / Titles: The Southron Crow


Marital Status: Single.


Personality:


Biography: [i'd like at least a paragraph for this one. More would be encouraged, but I understand not everyone likes filling out Character Sheets.]


Other: [ Disabilities? Interesting Bits? Likes/Dislikes? Sexual Orientation? Skills? Quirks? ETC ]

 

[Grammatic]

Name: Markus Waters


Gender: Male


Age: 20


Nicknames/Titles: Waterborn, Mark


Martial Status: Single


Personality: Markus is quick to make a joke, and usually has a smile always on his face. But, when he needs to, he can snap into a deadly serious attitude. He has few friends, and those he has, he defends to the last.


Appearance: (Hair is usually kept a dark brown or black, due to dirt and dyes he uses to conceal it.)


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Biography: Born in Kings Landing to a tavern woman, Markus Waterswas raised for a short time, through the support of his father, a Targaryen noble of minor station. However, at the age of one, his father was killed by his brother in a minor power grab, and fearing for her life, Markus's mother threw him into the streets, cutting all ties with him. Stumbling, freezing, and crying, he wandered into flea bottom, where he finally collapsed in a puddle along the side of the road.


A passing urchin, coming across a prone body in the water, moved in to search him. The urchin was nearly startled to death when the boy suddenly gasped for air, clawing at his throat. Rolling him over, the urchin watched silently as Markus retched up several loads of water. When he was done, the urchin carried the boy back to his small hiding hole, where he was introduced to everyone there. The urchin, named Jolly by his friends, told the story of how he found Markus, and the others began calling Markus "Waterborn."


Raised by the urchins, Markus quickly learned to survive on the street, learning the arts of theft, and eventually, through watching gold cloaks training in a nearby watch post, meager combat skills. When he was fourteen, he was out working the streets, not getting much for that days work. Deciding to end it early, he returned to the den, only to find gold cloaks sacking it, with many of the people he grew up with dead or captive. Eventually he was spotted, and he ran from the den as two gold cloaks gave chase. Using alleys and low roofs, Markus eventually worked his way back around, coming up behind his tired pursuers. Creeping up behind them, he one of knives from their belt, and stabbed one in the back with the blade. As the other turned to face him, Markus slit his throat.


With the blood of the city watch on his hands, he gathered what supplies he could, and fled the city. Joining a merchant caravan heading towards the westerlands, Markus joined on as a carriage boy, and with that group, traveled all the way to Lannisport. At present, he is currently residing within a small camp with a few others near Casterly Rock.

 

[NUSKI]

DARIUS & LINDSAY BLACKFYRE

• Basics
• Personal
• Weapons

• Real Names
  
  
  Darius & Lindsay Waters
  
  
  Age
  
  
  Darius is 26 & Lindsay is 23
  
  
  Nicknames/Titles
  
  
  They currently have no nicknames, not being that well known or liked. Darius has taken the position of Lord of House Hayford after the passing of his mother. Darius had tried to get his sister a temporary position as lady of the house but his advisers thought it was inappropriate. Though his sister has no real position, she is usually with him almost as a 'bodyguard.'
  
  
  Marital Status
  
  
  Lindsay is highly unlikely to find a mate, since she wants to focus on other things. She is single. Darius is actually looking for someone to spend his life with.
  
  
  
• • Personalities
  • History

  • • Darius
    • Lindsay

    • Darius is not a very talkative person. Not because he is shy or that's just the way he is-- he doesn't generally like people. His attitude had gotten even worse after he found out his father was the Mad King; feeling almost betrayed to by his mother. He usually lets his sister speak for him. Darius is more of an "observe than act" type of person, seeking out the best opportunities that prove better for him. In House Hayford, Darius is known as a quite reasonable Lord, being 'tolerable' until you make him upset. He wishes to fix his anger issues but finds it very hard sometimes. Aside from the general population of Westeros, Darius also hates King's Landing itself. Everything about it really... from the Red Keep to the obnoxious people who reside in it. He views King's Landing as a pit of lies, everyone just better or worse at it. He is not quite fond of any other lords or knights from the Lannister family, feeling that they think they are much better than everyone.
      
      
      Darius would never publicly declare it, but he thinks he is one of the best fighters in Westeros (his sister has different opinions). His fighting ability is not that experienced as he has only fought with the instructors from his house. When he was able to disarm all 3 of them at the age of 13, he began training his sister the ways of the sword. Even though Darius is a lord and is good with the blade, he views his life as 'empty' without love. He is not completely heartless, he just wants one person other than his sister who he can trust and love. He is quite upset about how marriages in Westeros work, with all the formalities and politics. He wishes just to find that one person and he believes he will find that person very soon.
      
      
      Darius has already planned out with his sister that they will find Viserys and pledge loyalty to him but there are some things he wants to do before the Targaryen takes his rightful place on the throne. He has a list of people he wants to take down--
      
      
      1. Kill Martyn Lannister. He has no personal grudge towards the man; he just wants to prove his strength by killing one of the most known warriors in the country.
      
      
      2. Defeat Roland Wilds in a fair sword-fight.
      
      
      3. Defeat Walder Jr Tully. He finds the man interesting.
    • Lindsay is almost the opposite of her brother. She loves to introduce herself to new people and is generally nice. If you are meeting her for the first time, you must be careful not to mistake her for a sweet girl. Lindsay loves killing even more of her brother it's scary. In fact, this is a secret... she killed her mother on her deathbed. Lindsay was really excited when she found out who her father was and felt like she actually had purpose in her life. Lindsay is very intelligent and very protective of her brother, very picky who he decides to talk to. She also isn't fond of Darius finding a wife, in fact she hates the idea. Lindsay was never fond of being a 'Lady' so she began training with her brother and would threaten to kill those who disagreed with her decision. Though she has a kind exterior, Lindsay is a very dangerous person and is not one to make upset. She prefers assassinations rather than straight up fighting.
      
      
      Just like her brother she has her own list;
      
      
      1. Meet a Pirate
      
      
      2. Meet Roland Wilds
      
      
      3. Kill Ravenna Stark. For her personal amusement.
      
      
      4. Kill Haelga Greyjoy. She has heard her brother talk quite positively about her.
      
      
      5. Kill Lady Keila Estermont. She has heard that name come out of her brother's mouth.
  • Darius and Lindsay were very quiet toddlers. They usually did what they were told and followed instructions until they reached the age of 6 where they realized their true position in the house. At first, Darius and Lindsay hated each other and constantly fought with each other for a couple months. Then, they realized rather than fighting with themselves, they expressed their anger and frustration towards others. At the age of 8, Darius was already using a sword and his mother was trying to force the noble lifestyle onto Lindsay which she hated. She never liked wearing dresses in the first place and wanted to fight like her brother, but her mother would not allow it. Their childhood passed very slowly with Darius training learning about the major houses almost everyday and Lindsay learning how to be a proper lady and reading tons of books about stuff she didn't care about. Darius was too busy with his daily activities to really spend any real time with his mother. Do not be mistaken though, she really did love her kids.
    
    
    Growing up, Darius hadn't really made any friends other than his sister. He still doesn't know why to this day, but he remembers a few kids making fun of him for having an 'ugly' sister. He smashed a kids head open with a rock when he was 12 for bullying his sister and no one ever made fun of her again. After that, no one ever spoke ill of him or his sister... and his reputation changed a lot. After disarming all of his mentors all at once at the age of 13, he secretly began teaching his sister how to wield a sword and bow. During their training, they grew closer and closer, slowing forming the closest bond siblings could have.
    
    
    Their mother was started to get sick two years ago and eventually died three months prior to the wedding in Casterly Rock. On her deathbed, she finally told her two children that their father was the Mad King, and that's where the two couldn't take any more of their mother's nonsense. After the statement, Darius was clearly chocked but Lindsay didn't waste any time... and drove a knife threw her neck. Before the guard behind them could do anything, Lindsay killed him as well. She left the room crying and Darius ended up cleaning the mess.
    
    
    Darius never spoke to her afterwards about why she killed their mother but he kind of understood. After the funeral, they were given their mother's position in the court.
• • Darius
  • Lindsay

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[Archon]

Lord (Paramount!) Rory Baratheon

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Appearance:

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 - yet such intellect is often mismanaged by Rory's own ambitions, and warped sense of justice which conflicts with his natural ruthlessness, and reckless manner of acting.


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.

Ser Mandon Moore

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Appearance:

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 attitude 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 not someone who would be described as chivalrous, Mandon can most crtainly be dscribed as good.


Whilst no combat master, or great warrior. His name is recognized all across the true Baratheon ranks as a man of sound intellect - Rory Baratheon has even dubbed the Sea Dragon as the 'finest tactician in Westeros'. Of course such a statement is biased, and Mandon's nature as a humble man is in no small part to thank.


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 a great tactician, and battle commander. But his true mastery lies in the seas, a naval battle against this Sea Dragon is not to be taken lightly. However, despite his abilities; he is plagued by the loss of a hand.


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Lord Dolar "Bear's Bane" Umber

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Appearance:

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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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Egyll Frey, Lord of the Crossing.

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Appearance:

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.


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 than 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. Of course, 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 an even heavier toll - something that caused him great hate, yet also great wealth.


The towns and villages of the region prospered under their Lords newfound wealth, and many Lords 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 in person. The former couldn't be further from the truth. For years now, the 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 Frey


Age: 17, Twin.


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 bravery; 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 detached 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. Though whatever opinion he has of his son is buried beneath a deep layer of bitterness, and overshadowed by disappointment at Darwel's difference to his father.


Lora Frey


Age: 17, Twin.


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 Frey


Age: 12


Personality: Ryan Frey is by far the favourite to Egyll, whilst Darwel is the firstborn, he has always been more independent, 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 intelligence.


Diana Frey


Age: 8


Personality: Diana Frey is still young, but her early personality shows a love of adventure and curiosity. Whilst not of a marital sort, she expresses great interest in traversing the realm, and seeing the many wonders of the world.


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Tygett Lannister

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Appearance:

Name: Tygett Lannister


Gender: Male


Age: 53


Nicknames / Titles: Tygett the Resolute, The Lionheart.


Marital Status: Never Married


Personality: Tygett is not the typical Lannister you'd expct to meet, loud-mouth'd, prideful, as stubborn as an ox, and the most antagonizing sense of humour, one might think him for a Northman, but make no mistake; this old Lion has claws sharper than any young, upstart. A veteran of many wars, constant battle has made Tygett cold, ruthless, and dismissive. He cares only for a select few people, and does not care for the majority of the Lannister family; going so far as to dislike many for simply being called "Lannister", should they not meet his expectations. Tygett was always a good soldier, and knows how to command an army well; though he isn't one of the greatest tacticians, his reputation was one he earned in battle. Tygett was one of the greatest of his generation, and he never misses an opportunity to remind those around him.


Biography: Tygett Lannister, the fourth born son of Gerold Lannister, as a child so low in the line of succession, Tygett was always meant to find his own way through life. Whilst his father had the mercy to bestow upon him basically tutoring; that would be the extent of his generosity. It was the way of the Warrior that Tygett chose, and it was the way of the Warriorhe excelled at - a natural prodigy, he always expected he was meant for greater things. Yet that was as a child, when all he had was his dreams and ambitions - Tygett never liked his siblings - what he did like was his sword, a shield, and a solid suit of plate. All his childhood built up to his shining moment, where he would become something on the battlefield.


Then the War of the Ninepeny Kings happened. Tygett marched off to war with the Lannister forces, receiving first-time command of a meager portion of the army. All that possessed the teenager of 16 was enthusiasm and excitement. And then the battles began, all it took was a single one; to change Tygett's mindset on everything. His first kill was a boy, one who couldn't have been older than 15 - a sword through the neck - the haunting part, was his dying cries for his mother.


From battle to battle, Tygett marched. He was no outstanding strategist, but after each battle, he would emerge; head-to-toe in the blood of peasants and children, forced to fight in a war they never wanted. Yet Tygett would butcher them all the same. The war was won, and somewhere along the line he had become known as "The Lionheart". A homage to his Lannister name, and battlefield ability. Tygett never cared for glory after that, yet he would fight in every tournament, and volunteer to fight against every rebellion from then on, simply to outshine the other highborn glory seekers. The War for Lions, being one of the more well known; though the son of Tiber was the Lionheart in that war - in no small part due to Tygett's physical condition. He stopped counting his kills, and the wars, after the first; though his mostly successful tournament run was ended at only 39, when Tygett was unhorsed, and landed in such a way as to snap his leg - which never truly recovered.


Other: Tygett is still a very confident man, if he is to be believed, he could cut down half the Knights in the realm with one-hand and a blindfold; when the truth is, he is old, and sports a severe leg injury which greatly hampers his ability to fight.


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Captain Aereo


"The Lord's Blade"
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Appearance:

Name: Aereo, the world knows him as the "Lord's Blade."


Gender: Male


Age: 24


Nicknames / Titles: Lord Captain of the Brothers' Forsaken, "The Demon Knight", "Khal-Killer," "The Lord's Bitch".


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Aereo is a man with a desire for a role in the stepping stones of history, whilst not ambitious, he does seek to be more than a mercenary. Though, "The Lord's Blade" is simply not like most sellswords. He is a man of honour, and integrity, he treats others with the kindness, and manners he believes they deserve - and then some. Don't be fooled however, this is all for diplomacy's sake, in truth Aereo has is not only a sarcastic smart-ass, but he's also a stickler for mockery -though all in good taste. More on the practical front however, he is a capable leader of his men, and an incredible warrior - by Essosi standards. Though a smart combatant, he won't throw a way his life for a lost cause - even if he is relatively overconfident; though not to the point where he is blind to his limitations.


Biography: Whatever past Aereo might have had, was washed away long ago by the cruelty of the Gods, the child of 5 lost his family to a roaming band of pirated, his parents having been merchants traveling from the Weeping Tower to Lys. The invaders - like all pirates - plundered the boat for all its worth and enslaved anyone who hadn't took up arms against them, that included little Aereo - no child avoided slavery.


Sold off to some noble half-way across the world, the young boy of 5 as to work away his days as slave servant; until he shoved the shattered glass of a dropped vase into the aggressive guard's neck - still grief-stricken, by all intents, the child should have been lashed half to death, or killed for such an impulsive action. Instead, Aereo was packed off to the fighting pits. Of course, he never fought a battle until he had aged to 15, but the years before that were spent cleaning mangled corpses off the stained sand.


The years in the pits, however brutal, were training for the man that they bore. Be it a short-sword, an arakh, or spear and shield, Aereo would defeat his sub-par enemies with nought but a scratch, important slaver's gained money for his success as a favourite, and so would continue to provide him with the arsenal he could use. Had he been dispatched to the great fighting Pits of Meereen, his days would have been considerably more short lived.


Yet instead, through trial and error, Aereo was able to become a master of agility, like the Dothraki themselves, and a master of the shield, to mirror the Unsullied. His success was so incredible after only a single year, that the decision was made to send him to Meereen. Fate would work differently, any man with some success in the pits was sent to Meereen alongside Aereo, and through a combination of bad weather, hungry pit-fighters, and a drunk guard, Aereo was able to snatch the keys to their chains in the dark of night, before the 30-or-so men butchered their captors like animals.


And so was bore, the Brothers' Forsaken. The men destined to kill one another banded together in their common freedom and named themselves Sellswords. After pillaging the guards, and making a banner out of cloth, initial progression was slow; merely seeking small errands in villages, be it gathering missing cattle, or hunting the night's dinner.


That is until, the 30 looked for work in Qohor. The Magister, in a gesture of mockery, issued Aereo the mission of negotiating with a Dothraki Khal who had been raiding the land. Aereo not only completed the mission, but in the days to follow every glory-seeker in the region flocked to the Brothers' Forsaken, and a red-faced Magister was compelled to give a hefty bag of gold to the man he had mocked. Every job since has been carried out to full-effect, and the Brothers' Forsaken are on the immediate rise as a known company.


Whilst not-well equipped, and lacking any sort of cavalry, one of the 30 - an Unsullied - by the chosen name of Bright Hawk, has taught the Pit-Fighters much of the Unsullied strategy, who in-turn teach the rest. As it is, the Brothers' Forsaken number at around 1100.


Other: Aereo's company is largely inflated by propaganda - for obvious reasons, anything people believe, Aereo would say is true.

 

[Grammatic]

Name: Lilian Oakheart


Gender: Female


Age:24


Nicknames/Titles: The Oak Woman, Lily oak


Martial Status: Single


Personality: Lilian Oakheart is the youngest daughter of House Oakheart. She is used to fighting for what she wants, and will very rarely ask for the help of others. She is quick to laugh, but she is also quick to anger. A frequent guest to many taverns, she has been banded from just as many, from starting fights with drunk men who think she is a easy target.


Biography: Lilian Oakheart is the youngest daughter of Lord and Lady Oakheart. From the moment she could walk, she was taught by tutors and her nurses that she would become to wife of some noble lord. This thought never sat well with Lilian, and the moment she was old enough, she broke into the armory of her home, and made off with a small cache of gold and a horse. At the age of seventeen, she was already a better warrior than most regular soldiers, having learned late at night from her fathers guardsmen and captains.


Traveling for many days, she eventually came across a small traveling caravan, beset by a group of bandits. Using her mace, she rode into the skirmish, quickly killing a few of the bandits, and scattering the rest. The grateful caravan master thanked her, and asked her if she could help them along the rest of the way, as their guards had been killed in the attack. Seeing it as a way to get further away from her home, she agreed, and for the first time ever, she visited Kings Landing.


Making a name for herself as a caravan guard and personal bodyguard, she soon became a very prominent figure. At the age of twenty-two, she was modestly wealthy, and a go to for minor nobles seeking guards and escorts. Eventually, a man named Zegrid came to her, offering her a large sum of money, in exchange for protecting his caravan. In between jobs, she accepted, and they set out the next day. During the trip, she met and got to know Markus Waters, another guard as far as she knew. Eventually, they became friends, and she has taken it upon herself to act as a sort of protector for Markus.

 

[Artimus]

Appearance:

Spoiler

Name: Aerion Targaryen


Gender: Male


Age: 17


Nicknames / Titles: "The Fair", "The Pale Dragon", "Brightsword", "King Aerion"


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Incredibly serious, with nary a sense of humour. Can be moved to foul moods and somberness by even the slightest thing that upsets him. Good to his friends and yet he is shy in new company. He can be very witty to those that know him well. A strong sense of right and wrong, a very just and honourable man.


Biography: Aerion was born to the mad king and immediately sent away to foster in Volantis and the lands of Old Valyria in one of the kings mad fits of paranoia. He has been absent for many years and it has been nearly nine years since anyone last heard of him. Spending time with one great Valyrian family and then another, he has grown up learning the arts of war, diplomacy and different dialects of Valyrian. He has spent the majority of his life hearing of his noble and proud heritage which has instilled in him a heavy sense of duty and responsibility. This is only heightened by his fine silver hair and deep purple eyes. The Westerosi entourage sent with him to the far east have decided he is worthy of being knighted and they quietly mumble among themselves that with them rides the true king, for if they were any louder, Aerion would only sink into melancholy at the expectations they burden on him.


Other: Enjoys birds, fascinated by dragons and their history, rarely drinks unless required of him, incredibly chivalrous, finds it difficult to make friends, an excellent fighter with sword, lance and bow. He has a difficulty understanding just where he belongs due to a largely Volantene upbringing thought he does consider Westeros his true home. Worships the Seven Gods but is fascinated with the surviving Valyrian religion.

 

[Ser Davos Seaworth]

Torvin's hunting pack: (Will update further in the future)


Hilda

Elly

Igny

Orik (left) Orren (right)