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SerenityAngel

...the Story Teller



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SERENITY FLORIN
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Name: Serenity Florin
Age: 16
Height: 5"3
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair: Golden blonde and reaches a length of 6 feet long
Eyes: a bright violet
Skin: pale as fresh snow
Health: remarkably good health
Personality: kind, gentile, sweet, wise, cunning, perceptive and not easily fooled.
Personal Desire: To unite the kingdoms as one and bring peace to Westeros
Life Goal: To see her desire a reality and to find her own place in it
Preferred Weapon: her pets, and friends are her weapons but also her brilliant mind and of course the magic she was born with.
Rank: Princess

Bio:

Born to a royal family in the forgotten land of the Haunted Forest, residing in the ruins of the Fist of the First Men. This family had been deeply connected to the magic and ancient rituals of the land. This caused them to be told about as legends and myths and regarded as fair folk because not only are the family elusive but also elegant and their genetic material is to be desired for their appearance alone. The fair, as they had been called, were not human but appeared so save for their beauty and the magic they possessed that fallowed them and gave them flight as if they were wings. It wasn't until a normal human had ventured into the forgotten lands that normal man's DNA had been introduced to the people and Serenity was born. A child with all the elegance and wisdom of her mother but the determination and recklessness of normal men. Unfortunately tragedy always seems to strike at the moment of most happiness. Serenity's mother had passed away, or so they say, in child birth to the young princess. Though the queen was mourned and beloved, they still had the royal bloodline to continue. From a young age she and her half brother were inseparable. She being the fair, golden-haired, sapphire eyed, gem encrusted embodiment of beauty and he the dark haired, brown eyed, mischief-making embodiment of adventure. As the years passed and the two siblings grew, Serenity became ever more beautiful and ever more wise and gentile. She became the living embodiment of a the goddess of beauty with jewels embedded into her very skin. At this age misfortune befell the royal family once again and the sibling's father passed away from illness, leaving her elder brother to rule. But the seeds of men's greed had reached the kingdom and the king's brother, their human uncle, had taken residence by her brother's side. She saw him whispering dark things into her brother's ear and she soon learned that dark times were coming. As more years passed Serenity learned how to run a kingdom, how to fight, that she had a special gift with the human anatomy and how to make it do what she wanted with the smallest of touches, how to make a garden bloom in the depths of winter, how to sing and dance for her brother's delight and many other things. But one thing she never learned was betrayal. Not until her brother and uncle came to visit her one night in her room. As the moon crept higher in the sky and the stars came out to dance and glimmer in the blanket of darkness the old man and her elder brother entered her chambers but she felt something was off. She was told that she was a traitor but she never did anything of the sort and that is when she saw her uncle's sword pierce her brother from the back and shed his blood. Serenity screamed in horror and disbelief that this was real, but this was reality. Her brother fell to the floor dead and her uncle loomed over her with a look of lust and desire in his eyes. She knew then his intent was to take her as a bride and rule her lands but she would not let that happen. With a blood-curdling scream she did the only thing she could do. When he tried to force himself on her she jabbed two of her fingers into his neck and cut off the blood flow to his brain and made sure that he would not be a danger to anyone ever again. After the ordeal Serenity took power but she was not yet queen. She would have to wait for her eighteenth year for her coronation but she was indeed the ruler of the land. She hesitated to reach out beyond her boarders to try and foster peace between her people and those of the human civilization. She looked to the great wall that stood guarded by the black knights. A once great order of proud nobles that kept vigilant guard, now only watched by criminals and the unwanted. She could not understand how humans could forget themselves so easily. Forget their past, their history and let it fall away into legend. The fair never forget, and remain true to their past and who they are but still look to the future and what they can learn. Tails of men's war and violence spilled over the wall and was carried by the trees to be recorded and understood by the fair. The humans believe that their wars and tales belong to them alone but they were heard. Serenity heard of the great conqueror that rode on the back of the great black dragon that spewed dark fire. She heard about the descendant of that king going mad and the war that ensued. Behind the wall, Serenity's ancestors were unable to lend any aid or wisdom to the foolish mortal men but this was their own doing. However, now that Serenity is in her throne, she will extend her reach and venture beyond the wall herself and lead the humans back to the old ways and how it should have been.

Likes: Singing, dancing, painting, gardening and diplomacy
Dislikes: extreme violence, betrayal, insults to her family, disrespectful people, sour things and liars
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- singing
- dancing
- diplomacy
- fighting in any way possible, more specifically, hand to hand combat
Greatest Fear: failing her people and family. Losing them would be her personal
Greatest Delight: singing in her garden of different colored roses
Greatest Accomplishment To Date: managing to unite three kingdoms in peace at one time by playing matchmaker so that each pairing were compatible and they wound up falling in love.
Greatest Failure To Date: She was unable to protect her brother's mind from her vile uncle's words and his manipulation until it was too late and the attempt on their lives stole her brother from her.​

 
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FLORA STARK
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Name: Flora Stark
Age: 26
Height: 5"9
Weight: 140
Hair: ebony in color and reaches her knees
Eyes: a frozen sapphire blue
Skin: pale as the snow that covers her home
Health: astoundingly good health despite where she lives
Personality: wise, gentile, cold, cunning, bad tempered, strong and determined
Personal Desire: To see her family happy and truly free and avenged for all the wrongs done to them.
Life Goal: To be the ruler of the kingdom as she believes is her right since she believes the Starks have been the strongest of the families and the most loyal to the kingdom.
Preferred Weapon: Her loyal wolf companion and her sword and shield as well as poisons. (after all subtlety is the name of the game, right?)
Rank: lady/warrior

Bio: House Stark is one of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms and the principal house of the North. Its seat is at Winterfell, one of the oldest castles in the Seven Kingdoms. Its coat of arms displays a grey dire wolf running on a white field, and its words, Winter is Coming. Bastards born to Northmen are given the surname "Snow". House Stark had ruled as the Kings in the North for thousands of years until House Targaryen conquered Westeros, where after the Starks are the Lords of Winterfell and Wardens of the North. For prizing honor and devotion to duty, House Stark is the closest of the noble houses to heroism. Over the course of many years, the Starks are scattered by the War of the Five Kings, and the fate of the House remains uncertain, as most people believe that all the legitimate Stark sons are dead, but that is untrue. Born to the Stark family in secret, she became accustomed to the snow and ice quickly and learned that, though she may become numb, she still has the strength to live. The Winterfells are treacherous and harsh and Flora learned well to be just like her home. Her father was the only male of her family to survive and was able to live in relative quiet till he had his own family now and an heir to his line and he raised and trained her to be every bit the ruler and warrior that a son would have been. She was not hesitant to demonstrate everything her father has taught her and willingly volunteered to do so and when she was old enough she made her presence known in the world and she would not be deterred by anyone speaking against her because she is a woman. She is a woman from Winterfells and she is a Stark so she knows that she is more than worthy to sit on the iron throne and usher in a new era and dynasty of peace and unity. This was what she chose to use her life for and come hell or high water, she would see this destiny fulfilled even at the cost of her own life.

Likes: Fighting, mediating, training, running with her wolf, ale and boar meat
Dislikes: Weakness, lack of discipline, laziness, dishonorable men, the fool that currently sits on he iron throne
Talents:
- sword play
- wolf training
- diplomacy
- discipline
Greatest Fear: snakes. She can't stand the cold-blooded things and their strange reaction to the cold just like all cold-blooded creatures but snakes are far scarier than any lizard or toad.
Greatest Delight: being in the heat of battle on the warpath
Greatest Accomplishment To Date: defeating her father in single combat at a tourney he threw for his realm. It showed her that she was ready to take on her destiny to rule in the iron throne.
Greatest Failure To Date: Disappointing her mother and failing to be the snow white princess from her fairy tale. She had no interest in being a damsel in distress and would rather be the warrior and hero of the tale.

 
Aldert Burnwicke

Name: Aldert Burnwicke


Age: 41 years old


Height: 176 cm


Weight: 74 kg


Hair: Short,balding brown hair


Eyes: Bright Jade Green


Skin: Somewhat pale with some scars on the hands because of handling swords


Health: Fairly good but needs to lose weight


Personality: He has a jovial personality and is quite easy to talk to. Which makes sense as he is a merchant by trade. Extravagance is not what he truly likes but he understands that looks can influence people. The reason why he dresses up in expensive clothes is so that people respect him even more. He's not a fighting man, more like a negotiator. He has a distaste of violence which is justified considering that he can't fight well either. Insults are always taken with a sense of humour for him. He's quite patient but ambitious as well.


Personal Desire: To be important


Life Goal: Earning a lordship so he can raise his family's status and influence


Preferred Weapon: Crossbow


Rank: Merchant/ Littlefolk


Bio: If you noticed that he has a last name and you ask whether he's descended from a lord, he would chuckle a little bit. 'I'm not a lord.' he would say. Aldert would then add in good humour 'Not yet'. His father didn't have a surname. Being, merchants, The Burnwickes have travelled a lot in the North so it was a bit awkward talking to people that share their names. He was the first one in the family to suggest it. Their father was a candlemaker, a good one at that. To use candles, you have to burn wicks, therefore, they should call themselves Burnwickes. He would admit that he felt proud of that name. The lords though were not too happy about it. The adoption of the last name suggested an ambition for the Burnwickes to become a fully-fledged house. Not impossible really. The Burnwickes are quite rich and one of them has already secured the mayorship of White Harbor.

If you told him when he was smaller, he wouldn't believe you. His life before he was 17 was that of the smallfolk. He was a peasant that was at least 3 miles away from White Harbor. He shot birds down with his friends, played by the river and (especially when he got older) teased the girls in the village. It was an idle, ignorant life. He had two younger brothers, Aland and Arnel. Their mother died when she gave birth to Arnel. Aldert was 8 at that time. His father never talked about their mother ever since.

Sometimes, his father would ask them to help with him to make candles but normally their father would not talk to them that much, being more content with doing his own work. His father, really, never talked that much to anyone. It didn't matter how he educated his sons though. His father was a candlemaker, he was a candlemaker and his sons will be candlemakers.

That was until his father bought his first cart. A normal cart, big enough to fit at least a tonne of goods but it was a godsend for the Burnwickes. Aldert's father saved up a lot of money but it was worth it. With that cart, Aldert's father can sell their candles in the city for better prices. Even better, he could sell the goods of the other craftsmen as well.

Aldert still remembered that day when his father asked him to travel to the White Harbor, the day he turned 17. He was flirting with the milk maid when his brother Aland called for him. He was to travel to White Harbour in two weeks. Originally, he didn't like the idea of going to the city. He groaned at the thought. The milk maid though, smiling brightly, told him to go. The city was not like anything in the village. She knew because her cousin was from White Harbor. She always dreamed of going. He disagreed. He would rather stay in the village where it's normal.

He kept finding excuses for his father to not go when he was buying provisions for him and buying and loading the wares, that he was not experienced in selling, that his father should just sell in the village to not compete with people in the city.

His father didn't listen. He told him "Aldert, you can't just stay here forever.This is for you and your brothers. I don't want you to die like my father. You must be scared of going. Don't. The world is only for the brave."

He felt guilty. So, he went along with it. And....he loved it. In the village, he always met the same people. Time and time again. Out there, it was strange and foreign. He traded with travellers on the road, he had good conversations with the littlefolk in the taverns and White Harbor - Goodness! - it was beautiful with its pristine cobble streets and the large castle. He was enthralled. He could have never seen it at all if he stayed at the village.

When he went back into the village, with a small fortune of Silver Stags and his first Golden Dragon, he wanted to go out even more, trading more and exploring more. His father agreed He went further and further afield. Trading strange goods he never seen before like spices and cloths. They became the richest family in the village. They started improving their house, buying more expensive clothes and bought food they could only dream of before.

One day when he was 21 resting in the village after a very long trip, he noticed the milk maid following him around. In the house, his father's workshop and even at the inn. He had to admit that he was a bit unnerved. When day turned to night, he confronted her and questioned her why she was following him. She said, with a timid expression, that she wanted to follow him next time he went to White Harbor. He noticed since he had joined the caravans on the road, he never thought about women anymore. He laughed. Why didn't she just ask him before? 'Sure!' he said with no objections.

He had a great time. She was a bit shy in the beginning but after the second day, she kept cracking jokes and made him smile every time and he got to know her better. He felt a bit embarrassed that he didn't know her name was Rheia. She was quite good at singing, he found out. Every night, he heard her singing about the heroes and ancient kings. Along the way, he eventually fell in love with her but it was not clear when.

When they arrived at White Harbor one morning, she asked him to follow her. Her face was solemn. They visited her father's grave. She wept a little. Her father was a scribe she told him. That was why she knew all about the history of Westeros. Unfortunately, he was too fond of gambling and he had to borrow money. He kept borrowing and borrowing. The moneylenders were fed up with him. They killed him in his sleep. At the very least, they let her and her mother bury her father before taking everything they had. She couldn't stop being emotional. Aldert tried to calm her down. She didn't listen. He embraced her. They married when they returned to the village. She was a great woman for him. From their marriage, they had a dashing son, named Ryan, and a beautiful daughter named Aifne. She sometimes accompany him on his journey.

By far, Aldert was making the most coin on average because he knows how to strike a hard deal but Aland was the one who thought of establishing close relationships with craftsmen in the towns and villagers. These people became close family friends and offer them good reliable deals, more stable than the income Aldert makes as Aldert savours the adventure more than the money.

Rheia taught him how to read. He found a new passion. He bought books during his travels. He read anything really. Stories, histories and sagas. He devoured all of them. He liked traveling and these books were another way for him to travel. A gateway. He especially loved travel books. It became one of his dreams. Travel the world.

Arnel though was uninterested with this merchant business. He was a rather rowdy boy when he was little, always getting into fights with the boys so it was unsurprising that he ran off one day with a mercenary company. He never came back. That was the first time Aldert saw his father ever showed emotion. Sadness. He died soon after. Some nights, Aldert wondered where Arnel went off to.

Aldert inherited his father's candlemaking business at the age of 29. They were still making money but it seemed that without his father, the production of candles fell and so did the family's income. It was worrying. Aland came up with an idea. How about employing more merchants to work for them? Expand the family business. How about employing craftsmen as well? They could sign agreements with them to formalise their agreements so their incomes would be more stable. It was brilliant.

They started employing more merchants and buying more carts and getting more craftsmen. Their incomes steadily grew. They signed formal contracts with the craftsmen where they would only agree selling to merchants that had letters from the brothers. Aldert had the idea of gathering the craftsmen into large buildings and told them to craft one part of the item like for example, the hilt of a sword and the other group would craft the blade. They created the first manufactories.

This didn't sit well with the lords. Who were these upstart merchants that are signing agreements with their craftsmen? They felt that the brother's were gaining too much influence. They might be plotting to overthrow them. The brother's never thought of it before but it was an interesting idea.They opposed the merchants, starting raiding their caravans and threatening them. The Burnwickes had to employ mercenaries it was troubling times. This cut into their business. Lots of good men were killed.

They needed protection, fast. Aldert had a great idea. They should get the mayorship of White Harbor so they have the ears of the Manderlys. Probably smoothen the process by 'investing' in White Harbor. Aland was a natural candidate because he was the one who wrote the agreements. It took months of campaigning in White Harbor. Lots of time and money were used up. It was a risky move. But it worked. He won the mayorship. Through pressuring the Manderlys and agreeing to pay some taxes to them, they have agreed to protect the Burnwickes. It was good, though it did not guarantee protection further afield.

A disaster struck the Burnwickes soon after however. The lords didn't appreciate the gesture and had to respond. Aldert was away on a journey to near the Wall. When the news reached him, he immediately turned his caravan around. Rheia was found full of arrows in the village near the family house. It would have been easy to kill her. They didn't have security in the village. Aldert grieved forever. He will never marry another woman. Wisely, they moved their home to White Harbor. Aldert became paranoid for his daughter, Aithne because he was still worried. He forbid her from going out of the town to her chagrin.

After 23 years, he retired from the business at the age of 41, lounging his life in White Harbor. He left his business to his son Ryan. He should have a comfortable life. He has money (20 Golden Dragons every week) , status and honour. But he felt unsatisfied. Was his life confined to this? He wondered.


Likes:
-Influence
-Books
-Exploring


Dislikes:
-Blood
-Violence
-Solitary


Talents: Negotiating
Haggling
Persuading people
Selling

Greatest Fear: Being forgotten


Greatest Delight: Travelling to new lands


Greatest Accomplishment To Date: Managing to secure the mayorship of White Harbor for his brother, Aland.


Greatest Failure To Date: Not being there during the passing of his wife, Rheia


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Name: Brado the Huntsman


Age: 23


Height: 6'2"


Weight: 160lbs


Hair: Brown, curly, long


Eyes: Blue, icy, dead


Skin: Fair, scarred, smooth


Health: Peak.


Personality: Brado is a fast talker with a silver tongue. He prefers to use these skills to get out of whatever trouble he causes himself, but his skill with a whip and sword is nothing to snap at (Hehe, get it?). Brado is a very sexual person, often flirting with anyone he's speaking with for fun. He finds it's a good way to find out someone's general reactions and thus suss out when they're lying. He's got a cool exterior, which often masks his kind heart which does end up ruling many of his decisions. His first loyalty, however, lies to gold.


Personal Desire: Riches, above all else.


Life Goal: A castle, with a lordship to match, somewhere in the heart of thick woodland so he can hunt every day.


Preferred Weapon: Sword and whip combo.


Rank: Mercenary


Bio: When he was young, Brado was son to a family of fathers. His older sister was his only sibling for the first five years of his life. His father was tough, but fair, and showed him considerably less love than his sister. This bothered him growing up, and when his younger brother was born he thought he'd have a playmate who'd see eye to eye on this subject. However his father made it very clear it was his job to protect both his siblings as the oldest boy. Which he did, only wanting to make his father proud. Therefore when slavers roamed through and demanded a body of each sex for the markets, Brado immediately proved his worth of both by killing two slavers before they could restrain him. His father sold him for a good amount, and the thankfulness in his eyes as Brado was lead away in chains actually made the boy smile.

Six more years in the fighting pits gave Brado a talent with the whip and sword. He became a favorite and was in the company of traveling royalty. He taught young princes to fight and was rented by young maidens more nights than he could count. Mainly because he never learned to count. So, when his master told him he had won his freedom after his two hundredth kill, he set out into the world rather sad. He had had glory in the pits. In the world he had nothing but his weapons and armor, and a bag of gold. Luckily he found a profession that he was equally good at. Being a sellsword. He especially had a talent for bounty hunting, earning him his surname. The Huntsman. Now he finds himself in the north looking for work.

Likes: Fighting, women, men, gold, haggling, wine, ale, spirits, dogs, hunting, naps


Dislikes: Children, ships, not getting his way, being rejected, being beaten, being told what to do (When not getting paid, of course.)


Talents: Fighting, gambling, smooth talking, tracking


Greatest Fear: Dying poor


Greatest Delight: Making Money


Greatest Accomplishment To Date: Killing 200 men in the fighting pits


Greatest Failure To Date: One man has eluded Brado in his history as a bounty hunter. A thief named Liko. His laughter while he ran into the night burns in Brado's memory like a coal stuck in his ear.


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Name: Brado the Huntsman


Age: 23


Height: 6'2"


Weight: 160lbs


Hair: Brown, curly, long


Eyes: Blue, icy, dead


Skin: Fair, scarred, smooth


Health: Peak.


Personality: Brado is a fast talker with a silver tongue. He prefers to use these skills to get out of whatever trouble he causes himself, but his skill with a whip and sword is nothing to snap at (Hehe, get it?). Brado is a very sexual person, often flirting with anyone he's speaking with for fun. He finds it's a good way to find out someone's general reactions and thus suss out when they're lying. He's got a cool exterior, which often masks his kind heart which does end up ruling many of his decisions. His first loyalty, however, lies to gold.


Personal Desire: Riches, above all else.


Life Goal: A castle, with a lordship to match, somewhere in the heart of thick woodland so he can hunt every day.


Preferred Weapon: Sword and whip combo.


Rank: Mercenary


Bio: When he was young, Brado was son to a family of fathers. His older sister was his only sibling for the first five years of his life. His father was tough, but fair, and showed him considerably less love than his sister. This bothered him growing up, and when his younger brother was born he thought he'd have a playmate who'd see eye to eye on this subject. However his father made it very clear it was his job to protect both his siblings as the oldest boy. Which he did, only wanting to make his father proud. Therefore when slavers roamed through and demanded a body of each sex for the markets, Brado immediately proved his worth of both by killing two slavers before they could restrain him. His father sold him for a good amount, and the thankfulness in his eyes as Brado was lead away in chains actually made the boy smile.

Six more years in the fighting pits gave Brado a talent with the whip and sword. He became a favorite and was in the company of traveling royalty. He taught young princes to fight and was rented by young maidens more nights than he could count. Mainly because he never learned to count. So, when his master told him he had won his freedom after his two hundredth kill, he set out into the world rather sad. He had had glory in the pits. In the world he had nothing but his weapons and armor, and a bag of gold. Luckily he found a profession that he was equally good at. Being a sellsword. He especially had a talent for bounty hunting, earning him his surname. The Huntsman. Now he finds himself in the north looking for work.

Likes: Fighting, women, men, gold, haggling, wine, ale, spirits, dogs, hunting, naps


Dislikes: Children, ships, not getting his way, being rejected, being beaten, being told what to do (When not getting paid, of course.)


Talents: Fighting, gambling, smooth talking, tracking


Greatest Fear: Dying poor


Greatest Delight: Making Money


Greatest Accomplishment To Date: Killing 200 men in the fighting pits


Greatest Failure To Date: One man has eluded Brado in his history as a bounty hunter. A thief named Liko. His laughter while he ran into the night burns in Brado's memory like a coal stuck in his ear.


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Long ago, now only mentioned in stories, there once was a Pirate King that ruled the seas.
His story is told among those bound to the sea, and to some on land.
A King that took an island of criminals and sinners and made it great.

Some forty or fifty years ago, deep within the Shivering Sea, an Island was to be called home to pirates, criminals, murderers and sinners. A haven for them to turn to when all others turned their backs on them or hunted them.

They called it.....

"The Black Isles"

Once just a home for the cursed and damned men, soon to be a growing market. Selling and trading stolen goods to the same people they had taken it from. Slaves and whores were another big part of their market... Seeing as the cursed men did not care for souls that did not belong to the Drowned God.

It is said that during the Black Isle's most richest season, a war broke out among the cursed men. Not a surprise to ears that would listen. But after four long brutal and bloody months a victor was claimed 'The Pirate King'.

A young Captain named Masa.

Masa was well known in stories before his victory and claim to being the King of Thieves. His ship, 'The Black Ale was a beast of her own accord. She had been stolen from the king of the south and remodeled to become the fastest and strongest on in all the world.

His crew was known to be just like his ship. The best of the best..... Masa would not settle for just any crew member... Making it very hard and difficult for others to join his crew.

But one day Masa took his ship and crew far north. Deeper into the cold dark waters of the Shivering Sea. They had been gone for months and did not return until he had found what he was looking for.

Masa came back with a message... A message he claimed to be from their Drowned God. He said that the Drowned God had heard his words and would grant those of the Black Isles a gift.... the gift of his watery flames... Ones that would shower the world so the sinners and the cursed could take it as their own.

That night...... The Black Isles sank... and took all with it.... Never to be seen or heard from again....



  • Night had fallen.... The stars and moon shined brightly in the dark black skies. In the distance was the all famous Black Isles. The crew of the Black Ale could see it clearly as if it were day itself. Next to the Black Ale were six other massive ships. A fleet dedicated to Masa King of the Pirates.... All awaited for what was to come.

    Masa spoke about how the Drowned God told him to take his fleet away from the Black Isles as far as he could, but still see them. After months in the far north of the Shivering Sea, Masa was granted the words from the God himself. His deep blue eyes scanned the waters, even he did not know what was to come. The God had only told him that when he returned to the Black Isles... He and his men would be blessed with a gift. The gift of fire from the Drowned God himself.

    Masa let out a deep breath as he looked over to Seven. The young man standing at the helm on the quarter deck, with one hand tightly wrapped around the wheel of the ship. It was like a child holding his favorite toy... Not willing to loosen his grip for nothing.

    A small smirk crossed his lips as he turned his attention else where. Eyes catching Remington running around boasting orders like always. The man was indeed loved by the crew and he would never let them down. Nor would he let his Captain down either. Masa slowly let his eyes shift above to the sails. Riggers moving about like ants on a stick, securing the sails. Isaac had been Rigger Master for some time now... and he was taking the job to whole new level. He had never seen his crew working so hard before. But then again... No one had ever been spoken to by the Drowning God himself.

    When he looked back to the crew on the main deck he took notice of Beck making sure all cannons were secure. Strapping them down perfectly while taking inventory of their fire supplies.

    Edgar and Mason of course moving about the ship helping in any way they can. Even if it was not their fields of expertise they still pulled their weight.

    He slowly looked over his right shoulder to Find Daften right at his side like always. "Do you think he will come?" Daften asked when he noticed his Captain's gaze.

    Masa looked back to the Black Isles and nodded, "I'm sure of it." He stated before he noticed another particular member of his crew. A soft smile came to him as he leaned closer to the rail. Griffin had made his way to the main deck from the Sailing Masters study.

    Griffin looked out at the Black Isles for a few seconds before turning his gaze up to the night sky. His eyes narrowed a bit as he felt a change in the winds.... A storm was on it's way.... He could smell it in the air. He was sure that the rest of the crew and Captain would notice this as well... Seeing as they were running around securing anything and everything, preparing for what's to come.

    Masa said nothing as the Sailing Master started to make his way up the stairs to the quarterdeck. Standing on the other side of the helm Griffin placed both hands on the rail. Leaning into the strong wind that started to rush over the sea.

    "It's not long now...." Masa stated as he looked back to the Black Isles. "Not long at all....."


    It had happened so fast..... The clouds came in covering the night sky... The waves rose high above the Black Isles swallowing the entire island in one wave. The six other ships surrounding the Black Ale went down in seconds. Lightning struck from the sky followed by fire! The ocean below them started to glow as if fire itself was burning the entire sea floor. The water was freezing as it crashed against the last remaining ship in the Shivering Sea. Waves crashed over the rails taking men and anything else with it. No matter how secured.

    No where was safe.

    Masa held onto the rails as Seven tried his best to sail through the massive waves. With all his skills and training he knew this was a loosing battle. "Captain!" Seven called out.

    Masa looked to Seven as the pilot pointed to the riggers above.

    A wave in front of them towering way over their heads soon came crashing down on the entire ship.

    When he opened his eyes the world moved in slow motion. He could see it... he could see him... the Drowned God within the waves and sea. His eyes glowed with fire under the water as his body was defined by the light from the bottom of the ocean floor. This was not what he had expected.... But he did make a deal with the God. An Iron Throne for his power.... But what was this? His ships brought down by the freezing cold waters to burn on the ocean floor. His men cursed to die at the hands of the ocean.....

    Masa watched as the Drowned God raised his hand and brought it down hard to the right side of the ship. A wave of icy water and fire rushed over the deck, cannons let lose from their binds and slamming into the other side of the rails. Men's screams were silenced by the water as they were crushed under the heavy iron. Beck slammed into the rails and as the ship rocked a cannon came rushing at him. He went to move but found that he was tangled within the robes. The cannon slammed into the man, crushing him into the rail that broke, sending Beck and the cannon to the depths below.

    For the first time in his life Masa felt fear within his heart. His men... His brothers... Their lives were being swept away by the one thing they called home... the seas....

    A loud crack was heard as the main mass started to tilt. If the mass was not cut from the ship it would bring the Black Ale down with her. Remington, Edgar and Mason were quick to try and cut the ropes to the main mass.

    One of the ropes snapped with great speed taking Edgar and Mason with it. The mass crashed into the water letting splinters zip through the cold air.

    Fire and rain continued to fall.... A bit of flame had landed on one of the barrels holding the black powder Beck had created... A large explosion lead off a chain reaction to the black powder. Wood and debri moved at great speed. Masa ducked behind the main rails of the quarterdeck. He was safe for now.. But his eyes shot wide as he saw Daften covered from head to toe in splintered wood. Blood rushed from his body as his life was taken so quickly. He dropped to the floor making Masa freeze in his spot. Another sound caught his attention as Seven's body did the same. He too was caught in the debri.

    He quickly got to his feet using the rails to help him steady himself. Remington was now no where to be seen........ No one was aboard the ship as she began to take on large amounts of water. She was sinking and sinking fast.

    "Get down!" A voice cried out as Masa was shoved to the floor.

    He looked back to see Griffin still standing as their anchor was flung through the air. The chair still holding onto it as it was still attached to the ship. The anchor rushed between them and into the Captain's quarters. the chain following in movement.

    Griffin had stepped aside just in time to not be hit. His eyes in shock as he was to have missed such a death. Masa locked eyes with Griffin as a small smirk formed on the Sail Masters face.

    Without warning the chair tightened and rushed into Griffin, pulling him to the side rails of the ship and pinned him against them. Griffin let out a cry as he could hear and feel his ribs breaking due to the weight and pressure.

    Masa rushed to Griffin and immediately pulling at the chain. It would not move... Instead the grip on it got worst. He looked to Griffin knowing he could not save him... He could not save any of them... He sailed them right to their deaths....

    Griffin looked to Masa and was about to say something when a loud snap was heard... Griffin's body went limp, still being held to the ship by the anchor's chain.

    Masa felt his heart sink and break a thousand times over. He wasn't even sure if he could breath any more.

    He looked back at the sea, "Is this what you promised?" He called out to the cold and fiery ocean. "My men murdered and my ships taken?" Masa felt hatred and anger in his heart... Flames that burned within his soul.... This was not what the Drowned God had promised... He promised them power... In return they would get him the Iron throne.

    Masa felt the ship shift roughly, knocking him back with a rough force. He slammed into the wall behind him and then felt a great sharp pain in his left shoulder. A large piece of wood had lodged itself into him and the wood behind him. He tried to remove the wood, but it was stuck... He was stuck....

    The ship tilted forward as the sea rushed over the deck, claiming the Black Ale for it's own. Ship, crew... And Captain.

    The ship submerged and began to fall to the ocean floor. Masa knew he would go down with this ship at some point... But not like this....

    His head felt like it would explode as he was desperate for air. He looked over to see the bodies of his First Mate and Pilot were gone... The last living soul he saw was Griffin... And still he was stuck to the ship's rails... And dead... His eyes looked to the flames ocean floors before him....

    this is it... this is how it would end... Masa welcomed the water into his lungs.... He deserved such a death for what he had done... Making a promise with a God.... What a fool......

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Long ago, now only mentioned in stories, there once was a Pirate King that ruled the seas.
His story is told among those bound to the sea, and to some on land.
A King that took an island of criminals and sinners and made it great.

Some forty or fifty years ago, deep within the Shivering Sea, an Island was to be called home to pirates, criminals, murderers and sinners. A haven for them to turn to when all others turned their backs on them or hunted them.

They called it.....

"The Black Isles"

Once just a home for the cursed and damned men, soon to be a growing market. Selling and trading stolen goods to the same people they had taken it from. Slaves and whores were another big part of their market... Seeing as the cursed men did not care for souls that did not belong to the Drowned God.

It is said that during the Black Isle's most richest season, a war broke out among the cursed men. Not a surprise to ears that would listen. But after four long brutal and bloody months a victor was claimed 'The Pirate King'.

A young Captain named Masa.

Masa was well known in stories before his victory and claim to being the King of Thieves. His ship, 'The Black Ale was a beast of her own accord. She had been stolen from the king of the south and remodeled to become the fastest and strongest on in all the world.

His crew was known to be just like his ship. The best of the best..... Masa would not settle for just any crew member... Making it very hard and difficult for others to join his crew.

But one day Masa took his ship and crew far north. Deeper into the cold dark waters of the Shivering Sea. They had been gone for months and did not return until he had found what he was looking for.

Masa came back with a message... A message he claimed to be from their Drowned God. He said that the Drowned God had heard his words and would grant those of the Black Isles a gift.... the gift of his watery flames... Ones that would shower the world so the sinners and the cursed could take it as their own.

That night...... The Black Isles sank... and took all with it.... Never to be seen or heard from again....



  • Night had fallen.... The stars and moon shined brightly in the dark black skies. In the distance was the all famous Black Isles. The crew of the Black Ale could see it clearly as if it were day itself. Next to the Black Ale were six other massive ships. A fleet dedicated to Masa King of the Pirates.... All awaited for what was to come.

    Masa spoke about how the Drowned God told him to take his fleet away from the Black Isles as far as he could, but still see them. After months in the far north of the Shivering Sea, Masa was granted the words from the God himself. His deep blue eyes scanned the waters, even he did not know what was to come. The God had only told him that when he returned to the Black Isles... He and his men would be blessed with a gift. The gift of fire from the Drowned God himself.

    Masa let out a deep breath as he looked over to Seven. The young man standing at the helm on the quarter deck, with one hand tightly wrapped around the wheel of the ship. It was like a child holding his favorite toy... Not willing to loosen his grip for nothing.

    A small smirk crossed his lips as he turned his attention else where. Eyes catching Remington running around boasting orders like always. The man was indeed loved by the crew and he would never let them down. Nor would he let his Captain down either. Masa slowly let his eyes shift above to the sails. Riggers moving about like ants on a stick, securing the sails. Isaac had been Rigger Master for some time now... and he was taking the job to whole new level. He had never seen his crew working so hard before. But then again... No one had ever been spoken to by the Drowning God himself.

    When he looked back to the crew on the main deck he took notice of Beck making sure all cannons were secure. Strapping them down perfectly while taking inventory of their fire supplies.

    Edgar and Mason of course moving about the ship helping in any way they can. Even if it was not their fields of expertise they still pulled their weight.

    He slowly looked over his right shoulder to Find Daften right at his side like always. "Do you think he will come?" Daften asked when he noticed his Captain's gaze.

    Masa looked back to the Black Isles and nodded, "I'm sure of it." He stated before he noticed another particular member of his crew. A soft smile came to him as he leaned closer to the rail. Griffin had made his way to the main deck from the Sailing Masters study.

    Griffin looked out at the Black Isles for a few seconds before turning his gaze up to the night sky. His eyes narrowed a bit as he felt a change in the winds.... A storm was on it's way.... He could smell it in the air. He was sure that the rest of the crew and Captain would notice this as well... Seeing as they were running around securing anything and everything, preparing for what's to come.

    Masa said nothing as the Sailing Master started to make his way up the stairs to the quarterdeck. Standing on the other side of the helm Griffin placed both hands on the rail. Leaning into the strong wind that started to rush over the sea.

    "It's not long now...." Masa stated as he looked back to the Black Isles. "Not long at all....."


    It had happened so fast..... The clouds came in covering the night sky... The waves rose high above the Black Isles swallowing the entire island in one wave. The six other ships surrounding the Black Ale went down in seconds. Lightning struck from the sky followed by fire! The ocean below them started to glow as if fire itself was burning the entire sea floor. The water was freezing as it crashed against the last remaining ship in the Shivering Sea. Waves crashed over the rails taking men and anything else with it. No matter how secured.

    No where was safe.

    Masa held onto the rails as Seven tried his best to sail through the massive waves. With all his skills and training he knew this was a loosing battle. "Captain!" Seven called out.

    Masa looked to Seven as the pilot pointed to the riggers above.

    A wave in front of them towering way over their heads soon came crashing down on the entire ship.

    When he opened his eyes the world moved in slow motion. He could see it... he could see him... the Drowned God within the waves and sea. His eyes glowed with fire under the water as his body was defined by the light from the bottom of the ocean floor. This was not what he had expected.... But he did make a deal with the God. An Iron Throne for his power.... But what was this? His ships brought down by the freezing cold waters to burn on the ocean floor. His men cursed to die at the hands of the ocean.....

    Masa watched as the Drowned God raised his hand and brought it down hard to the right side of the ship. A wave of icy water and fire rushed over the deck, cannons let lose from their binds and slamming into the other side of the rails. Men's screams were silenced by the water as they were crushed under the heavy iron. Beck slammed into the rails and as the ship rocked a cannon came rushing at him. He went to move but found that he was tangled within the robes. The cannon slammed into the man, crushing him into the rail that broke, sending Beck and the cannon to the depths below.

    For the first time in his life Masa felt fear within his heart. His men... His brothers... Their lives were being swept away by the one thing they called home... the seas....

    A loud crack was heard as the main mass started to tilt. If the mass was not cut from the ship it would bring the Black Ale down with her. Remington, Edgar and Mason were quick to try and cut the ropes to the main mass.

    One of the ropes snapped with great speed taking Edgar and Mason with it. The mass crashed into the water letting splinters zip through the cold air.

    Fire and rain continued to fall.... A bit of flame had landed on one of the barrels holding the black powder Beck had created... A large explosion lead off a chain reaction to the black powder. Wood and debri moved at great speed. Masa ducked behind the main rails of the quarterdeck. He was safe for now.. But his eyes shot wide as he saw Daften covered from head to toe in splintered wood. Blood rushed from his body as his life was taken so quickly. He dropped to the floor making Masa freeze in his spot. Another sound caught his attention as Seven's body did the same. He too was caught in the debri.

    He quickly got to his feet using the rails to help him steady himself. Remington was now no where to be seen........ No one was aboard the ship as she began to take on large amounts of water. She was sinking and sinking fast.

    "Get down!" A voice cried out as Masa was shoved to the floor.

    He looked back to see Griffin still standing as their anchor was flung through the air. The chair still holding onto it as it was still attached to the ship. The anchor rushed between them and into the Captain's quarters. the chain following in movement.

    Griffin had stepped aside just in time to not be hit. His eyes in shock as he was to have missed such a death. Masa locked eyes with Griffin as a small smirk formed on the Sail Masters face.

    Without warning the chair tightened and rushed into Griffin, pulling him to the side rails of the ship and pinned him against them. Griffin let out a cry as he could hear and feel his ribs breaking due to the weight and pressure.

    Masa rushed to Griffin and immediately pulling at the chain. It would not move... Instead the grip on it got worst. He looked to Griffin knowing he could not save him... He could not save any of them... He sailed them right to their deaths....

    Griffin looked to Masa and was about to say something when a loud snap was heard... Griffin's body went limp, still being held to the ship by the anchor's chain.

    Masa felt his heart sink and break a thousand times over. He wasn't even sure if he could breath any more.

    He looked back at the sea, "Is this what you promised?" He called out to the cold and fiery ocean. "My men murdered and my ships taken?" Masa felt hatred and anger in his heart... Flames that burned within his soul.... This was not what the Drowned God had promised... He promised them power... In return they would get him the Iron throne.

    Masa felt the ship shift roughly, knocking him back with a rough force. He slammed into the wall behind him and then felt a great sharp pain in his left shoulder. A large piece of wood had lodged itself into him and the wood behind him. He tried to remove the wood, but it was stuck... He was stuck....

    The ship tilted forward as the sea rushed over the deck, claiming the Black Ale for it's own. Ship, crew... And Captain.

    The ship submerged and began to fall to the ocean floor. Masa knew he would go down with this ship at some point... But not like this....

    His head felt like it would explode as he was desperate for air. He looked over to see the bodies of his First Mate and Pilot were gone... The last living soul he saw was Griffin... And still he was stuck to the ship's rails... And dead... His eyes looked to the flames ocean floors before him....

    this is it... this is how it would end... Masa welcomed the water into his lungs.... He deserved such a death for what he had done... Making a promise with a God.... What a fool......

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I....am in love with this!!!! You are accepted 1000 times over! Welcome my co-pilot!
 
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Name: Dyron Arryn [WIP]

Age: 42

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 144 lbs

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown

Skin: Fair

Health: Fair

Weapon: Spear (preferably from horseback)

Rank:
- Lord of the Eyrie
- Defender of the Vale
- Warden of the East
- Keeper of the Gates of the Moon

Personal Desire: To see his countrymen in the Vale prosper, to serve the Seven faithfully with all his heart, and to ensure that House Arryn remains a force to be reckoned with for centuries to come.

Life Goal: See above

Likes:
- Family
- Faith in the Seven
- The Vale
- Horseback riding

Dislikes:
- Foolishness
- Infidels
- Needless brutality
- Hippocras
- Dishonorable tactics

Talents
- Spear combat
- Political intrigue
- Conversational High Valyrian (begrudgingly)
- Battlefield tactics

Greatest Fear: The downfall of his House

Greatest Delight: Hunting with his sons.

Greatest accomplishment: Since inheriting the title of Lord Paramount, Dyron has worked to maintain the Vale as a military power. In particular, he's done much to suppress the raiding and pillaging of the myriad mountain clans, even converting some from their savage ways to the true faith

Personality: Dyron is a textbook stoic, iron-willed in his demeanor and formal in his speech. To a stranger's eye, he appears reserved and disciplined, even cold at times. Bred for military command, he believes he must always remain professional towards his subordinates so that they all see him as their lord first, friend second. He's hesitant to form emotional attachments with anyone for fear of anything tragic befalling them. And Dyron is no stranger to emotional torment, particularly because of his sister's death when he was a younger man.

Yet that gives him all the more reason to devote himself to those he loves already. Dyron's love for the few he calls family and friend is unquestionable and unfaltering. There are many who know that Dyson would gladly give his life to save theirs, demonstrating his true belief in his comrades and his willingness to die for the people he'd ruled for years.

Religious faith and honor are paramount to Dyron's moral compass. Trained as a Knight of the Vale, he has been taught the code and lives by every tradition expected of an anointed knight. He has little tolerance for dishonorable acts like rape and torture and has a distrust of heathens and infidels, viewing them as misguided at best and barbaric at worst.

Bio: WIP
 
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Aldert Burnwicke (WIP)

Name: Aldert Burnwicke


Age: 41 years old


Height: 176 cm


Weight: 74 kg


Hair: Short,cropped brown hair


Eyes: Bright Jade Green


Skin: Somewhat pale with some scars on the hands because of handling swords


Health: Fairly good but needs to lose weight


Personality: He has a jovial personality and is quite easy to talk to. Which makes sense as he is a merchant by trade. Extravagance is not what he truly likes but he understands that looks can influence people. The reason why he dresses up in expensive clothes is so that people respect him even more. He's not a fighting man, more like a negotiator. He has a distaste of violence which is justified considering that he can't fight well either. Insults are always taken with a sense of humour for him. He's quite patient.


Personal Desire: The ability to have an effect on the world


Life Goal: Earning a lordship so he can raise his family's status and influence


Preferred Weapon: Crossbow


Rank: Merchant/ Freeman


Bio: His father was a candle maker from the North who was named Robert. He didn't have a last name but Aldert decided to adopt one as he has managed to expand his father's candle business expand to nearby villages and towns and he started selling arms and armour. He was becoming as important as some nobles and he needed a last name to show his status. They created candles which you have to burn wicks so therefore, he adopted the last name 'Burnwicke'. He had to admit to anyone asking, he felt pleased with that name. He became quite an influential merchant in the North.

If you told him when he was smaller, he wouldn't believe you. His life before he was 17 was that of the smallfolk. He was a peasant that was at least 3 miles away from White Harbor. He shot birds down with his friends, played by the river and (especially when he got older) teased the girls in the village. It was an idle, ignorant life. He had two younger brothers, Aland and Arnel. Sometimes, his father would ask them to help with him to make candles but normally their father would not talk to them that much, being more content with doing his own work. His father, really, never talked that much to anyone. It didn't matter how he educated his sons though. His father was a candlemaker, he was a candlemaker and his sons will be candlemakers.

That was until his father bought his first cart. A normal cart, big enough to fit at least a tonne of goods but it was a godsend for the Burnwickes. Aldert's father saved up a lot of money but it was worth it. With that cart, Aldert's father can sell their candles in the city for better prices. Even better, he could sell the goods of the other craftsmen as well.

Aldert still remembered that day when his father asked him to travel to the White Harbor, the day he turned 17. He was flirting with the milk maid when his brother Aland called for him. He was to travel to White Harbour in two weeks. Originally, he didn't like the idea of going to the city. He would rather stay in the village where it's normal. He kept finding excuses for his father to not go when he was buying provisions for him and buying and loading the wares, that he was not experienced in selling, that his father should just sell in the village to not compete with people in the city.

His father didn't listen. He told him "Aldert, you can't just stay here forever.This is for you and your brothers. I don't want you to die like my father. You must be scared of going. Don't. The world is only for the brave."

He was gobsmacked. So, he went along with it. And....he loved it. In the village,


Likes:
-Influence
-Books
-Exploring


Dislikes:
-Blood
-Violence
-Solitary


Talents: Negotiating
Haggling
Persuading people
Selling

Greatest Fear: Being forgotten


Greatest Delight: Travelling to new lands


Greatest Accomplishment To Date: Managing to secure the mayorship of ______ for his brother, Aland.


Greatest Failure To Date: Not being there during the passing of his wife, Rheia


Appearance: (Realistic but not real pictures please. I will show examples in rules)
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Great character. Just need to know what he looks like then you can start. Otherwise Accepted.
 
Sorry for taking a long time to fill in the background story because I felt I should make Aldert's story feel like it's nearly finished.
 
Fanna Andistry


Age: 19


Height: 5'5"


Weight: 114 lbs


Hair: Light brown


Eyes: Pink


Skin: Pale


Health: Good


Personality: shy, bubbly, kind, caution, gullible


Personal Desire: To help those to weak to help themsevles


Life Goal: To help as many people as she can


Preferred Weapon: Bow


Rank: Healer


Bio: Wip


Likes:
- sweets
- warm areas
- large crowds

Dislikes:
- cold places
- snow
- tea

Talents: (no more than 4)
- Healing


Greatest Fear: Losing her sister


Greatest Delight: Helping those who need it


Greatest Accomplishment To Date: Wip


Greatest Failure To Date: Wip


Appearance:
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Krisha Andistry


Age: 21


Height: 5'8"


Weight: 150 lbs


Hair: Dark brown


Eyes: Gray


Skin: Pale


Health: Good


Personality: Distant, quiet, unpredictable


Personal Desire: To befriend a dragon


Life Goal: To help at least 500 people


Preferred Weapon: She prefers not to fight but if she had to she would pick a sythe and gun.


Rank: Healer


Bio: WIP


Likes:
- quiet areas
- reading
- tea

Dislikes:
- large crowds
- small places

Talents: (no more than 4)
- healing
- can speak multiple languages
- hiding fugitives

Greatest Fear: Losing her family


Greatest Delight: Being left alone to read


Greatest Accomplishment To Date: WIP


Greatest Failure To Date: WIP


Appearance:
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