Character Approval Thread

[The Darkness]

Aproved for both! And martell you have a sister whos a legendary bowmaster.

[Lord Edwyn Baratheon]

Oct 16, 2012 8:25:13 GMT -5 The Darkness said:

Sure it is possible just give me a character sheet and Baratheon, I can allow it but note you will probably get a negative reputation bonus for the Stormlands.

It happened 30 years ago.

It's just background. Morrigen was his mother's lover, was responsible for his father's death and ruled the Stormlands when Edwyn was underage. Lord Edwyn took over when he came of age, and hanged Morrigen for misrule and the death of his father. I thought it would show that Edwyn is a ruler that his bannermen would/should not trifle with.

Anyway nearly finished.

[The Darkness]

Well, even still fear can get you so much! When you are completed you are approved.

[Lord Edwyn Baratheon]

Oct 16, 2012 20:38:49 GMT -5 The Darkness said:

Well, even still fear can get you so much! When you are completed you are approved.

Great!!

I've assumed famous Warrior Bethany Baratheon is my daughter. She's 17. Too young?

[The Darkness]

I would say sister. Legendary peeps tend to be more mature.

[The Darkness]

Approved.

[Lord Podrick Baelish]

Name: "Lord" Firmin Redfort

Region: The Vale

Age: 54 (b. 334)

Byname: "Lord"

Skills:

- Apprentice - Diplomacy
- Novice - High Valyrian
- Novice - History
- Beginner - Longsword
- Beginner - Singing

Background:

Brother to the actual Lord Redfort, Firmin since young showed signs of his future as a diplomat, always interested in studying about foreign culture, never getting into fights and usually getting all he wanted knowing how and whom to speak with. At the age of 45 went to work in the court of house Baelish as his brother's emissary, soon he became Lord Baelish's first diplomat. Soon became a very busy man, always traveling around the whole Westeros, from the Wall to Hellholt, under the orders of Lord Baelish, arranging trade agreements, alliances... The years made him a person who enjoys the good things in life, especially good food and drink, making him the exact meaning of a Bon Vivant.


Appearance: A tall man, with black and some gray hair.A mustache with graying ends.Brown eyes and a well groomed feature with nice clothes.He usually wears a maroon suit and a fur coat over it in the colder months.


Reputation: A well known man in most of the courts of the Vale and in Westeros as a whole, those who never received him surely heard about him. He is called "Lord" because of his Lordly manners and politness worthy of a true lord.

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Character Name: Lord Tybolt Lannister

Character Age: 24

Character Region: The West

Character Byname:

Character Skills:
Expert - Longsword
Expert – Intimidate
Noteworthy – Seduction
Noteworthy – Persuasion
Apprentice – Horsemanship
Apprentice – Land Battle Command
Novice – Economy
Novice – Athletics
Beginner – Forgery
Beginner – Geography

Character Personal History:
Tybolt Lannister was his father's long awaited only son, born after his three older sisters and before his two younger. He was spoiled, as such beloved children often are, and any faults explained away as "boys will be boys" or "he's just at that age." He was denied nothing. If he wanted something, he would find a way to obtain it, be it through charm or his peculiar methods of persuasion. If trouble befell him, it was no problem to talk his way out of it.

He wrote his lessons well, learned to manage his family's estate, and became an accomplished swordsman. He did everything that was expected of him, always the apple of his father's eye. Of course, no one ever implicated Tybolt in his father's mysterious assassination, which propelled the teenaged boy into the seat of one of the most powerful houses of Westeros and put the family's Valyrian steel sword Brightroar into his hands.

Character Physical Description:
Tall and handsome and with golden curls, Tybolt is every lord's daughter's dream. A hair over six feet in height, he has brilliant green eyes and a cocksure attitude that many find appealing.

Character Reputation:
Tybolt is considered to be a just and fair lord, if a bit arrogant.
There is a rumor that he killed his father for the lordship, but it is hardly heard, so beloved by the smallfolk and bannermen is Lord Tybolt Lannister.

[The Darkness]

Both Approved

[Othar "Wolfsbane" Umber]

Name: Othar "Wolfsbane" Umber

Age: 37

Region: The North

Skills:

-Expert: Axes
-Expert: Unarmed Combat
-Noteworthy: Intimidate
-Noteworthy: Horsemanship
-Apprentice: Siege
-Apprentice: Fortification
-Novice: Observation
-Novice: Greatsword
-Beginner: Tracking
-Beginner: Animal Handling

Biography

Son of the 'Blackbear', Albor Umber and his wife who at one point in her life was a third born daughter of House Stark, Othar proved to be a problem even at birth. There were complications, which nearly took the life of his mother as well as his own. Thankfully, the work of the Maester saved both of their lives. Bed ridden for weeks, Othar would spend his first few weeks cradled in the arm of his mother only to be yanked away by his father who would take control for the rest of Othar's life.

Albor was a harsh father, and once Othar was old enough to walk, he was handed an axe. He wanted to make Othar into the greatest Northern warrior, as a testament to his Stark/Umber blood. Many had guessed that Albor was trying to make a statement to their Stark overlords, that House Umber surpasses the other Northern Houses.

Othar was trained in the art of fighting, and was pitted against the harshest conditions for what Albor referred to as "the best kind of training." It wasn't until the age of fourteen, where Albor's training started to shine, when Othar slayed a pair of wolves who had been severed from their pack with only an axe and his bare hands. There, in the freezing cold with the blood of his kill staining his clothes, Othar skinned one of the wolves and took the pelt as his reward.

For his triumph, Othar would be named "Wolfsbane", and he would go on to wear his wolf skin pelt for the rest of his life.

Soon after, at the age of fifteen, Othar would be sent to be fostered by House Bolton. There, Othar befriended the Lord of the Dreadfort's eldest son, Robert Bolton. Robert would go on to teach Othar how to 'properly' wield an axe, and then how to dual-wield two axe. Through his training alongside Robert, Othar would become a fearsome warrior renowned for charging into battle with two axe and no shield.

His time at the Dreadfort ended a few years later, but by then, Othar had blossomed into a fine warrior. The Lord Bolton and his father Albor brought Othar and Robert to a Godswood and spoke to them of the Old Gods. Even though Robert and Othar had already embraced the Old Gods; Albor saw it fit that they receive their 'final blessings' to signify their growth.

Albor said:

Othar, you are my first born son. As are you, your father's, Robert. Through you two, House Umber and House Bolton had united unlike ever before. We are Northern men, and we are strong. Repeat after me, we are Northern men, and we... are... strong. The blood of House Stark runs through both of you, but do not let it take precedence over what else lies deep down. You are an Umber, and you... a Bolton. Say it to the Gods, my sons. Speak the words.

A few months later, Albor Umber died on an excursion to the Wall, having arrived in the wake of an attempted Wildling siege. Joining the Night's Watch in their defense, Albor would slaughter countless Wildlings before succumbing to their numbers. It was said that he died with his sword through a man's face. Through his father's death, Othar would ascend to the status of Lord of Last Hearth - Lord Othar Umber.

Appearance

A giant of a man with a fearsome look to his eyes; Othar is often said to resemble a bear right before it mauls its prey. His head is clean shaven in contrast to his very wild beard and mustache that is kept neat and long. He wears a lot of leather and furs, to keep out of the cold as most Northerner's do. A bronze buckle sits at his breast which keeps his cloak secured, as well as the wolf pelt he made as a boy.

At his waist, Othar sheathes a short sword, which was a habit inherited by his father who believed that true Lords always carry a sword at their waist. A pair of axe also sit at his side, ready to be used at a moment's notice.

Reputation

Lord Othar Umber has quite a reputation as a loyal and true bannerman who holds the North ideology close. Those from the south generally see the Umber's, including Othar, as savage brutes but Othar cares little for their opinions.

Geneology

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Name: Tyrun Snow
Age: 27 b. 362 AL
Region: The North
Byname: White Shadow

Noteworthy:Ambush
Apprentice:Sword
Apprentice: Crossbow
Novice: Warg ((Hawk))
Novice: Geography
Beginner: Tracking
Beginner: Observation



Bio: Not much is known of his past, and he prefers to keep it that way. The only thing people recognize is the black mask, and underneath that, the white hair. His morality has been twisted by his years of doing what he does. And what he does? He robs men, but a very specific type of man. The man who kills, rapes, plunders, burns. He robs men of their robbed goods, he has never robbed someone innocent, and does not plan to. With a crossbow, sword, and his trusted companion hawk, he wanders the roads of the North, and waits for someone meeting his criteria to pop out, and then he strikes. If possible, he'll avoid killing, but sometimes that's not an option. Most know his face, and know to run if they see him coming. But why does he wear a mask? Why, to keep his face warm, not hide it. Rarely, if the pay is good and the man is bad enough, he'll take up the mantle of an assassin. But only if it fits his code.

Appearance: White hair, look at image for clothing, scar on his left cheek, right eye is blue, left is purple, a crossbow is slung around his back

Reputation: Hated by most bandits, and gangs

(Credit to ATArts from Deviant Art for the image:http://atarts.deviantart.com/)

Attachments:

[The Light]

You're approved, Umber!

Snow, you don't have to play a noble or a Lord, but most people tend to pick that sort of character.
If you're interested in playing Arryn, you could make Mr. Snow your second character.

[The Darkness]

Yeah, and the rule is that your main is the highest and your second or third can not be higher then your main. Light is right we need an Arryn before we can even start the game.

Also umber, talk with Wilhelm Stark about a name for your mother. glad to have you.

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Resubmitted with a new bio. I'll play Lord Arryn, let me type him out.

[Gerran Marbrand]

Name: Gerran Marbrand

Region: Westerlands

Age: 23


Skills:

- Expert - Horsemanship
- Expert - Spears
- Noteworthy - Instrument: Fiddler
- Noteworthy - Battle
- Apprentice - Trade
- Apprentice - Warfare
- Novice - Small Blades
-Novice- Tracking
- Beginner - Persuade
- Beginner - History

Background

Middle son of House Marbrand. Spent much of his childhood down at the small port outside of Ashemark where he befriended a Dornish trader captain. The Dornishman was an old soldier and throughout his childhood the man taught him much about how to use a spear and how to win a battle. In addition to the knoweldge of battle the trader also taught Gerran how to play a fiddle as well as the basics of trade and persuasion.

Gerrans formal training from his house covered things that interested Gerran quite less, and he feared that his father would send him off to train as a maester with all of this bookwork. His older brother often got him off the hook, taking him on riding trips, teaching him how to track and hunt.

When Gerran was older a group of highwaymen started causing much trouble along the local roadways and the main river that lead into the small laketown port. The bandits were a slippery bunch using guerrilla tactics, and making it very hard to track down. After the Dornishman lost several shipments from these highwaymen he convinced Gerran and his eldest brother to join them in retrieving the stolen goods.

The group tracked the bandits and attacked while they slept. They bandits still sorely outnumbered their attackers, but were still defeated. The price was high though, the Dornishman and many of his men we slain and Gerran had taken a grievous head wound, which caused him to lose an eye.

After that encounter Gerran endeavored not to let his new disability affect him as a warrior and trained constantly with his brother to help secure his spot as a soldier in his fathers force.

Appearance:

Tall, strong build from years of combat training. Dark hair with a short cut beard. Brown eye, one missing and scarred from his encounter with highwaymen.

Reputation:

Known among his family and some of the other houses of the Westerlands for his deeds dealing with the highwaymen.