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Age: Born 164 AC - 38 years old
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Lord Talbert Tarly

Age: 42 (Born 160 AC)

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Strong and tall, standing at approximately 6'4" with broad shoulders and a muscular build. The lord of Horn Hill is harsh and lean despite his wealth and status, his eyes never fully trusting. His dirty blonde hair and beard are somewhat lengthy, but remain well-groomed when the occasion allows.

Typically wears linens and leathers lined with furs hunted from his own lands. Will occasionally consent to being seen in rich silks for when dealing with high lords and potential visits to the royal court.

Favors a set of full plate in combat, along with a crested greathelm over his head. Wears a surcoat bearing House Tarly's arms and colors over his plate. Wields the Valyrian steel greatsword Heartsbane on foot, but bears lance and morningstar while on horseback.

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Talbert of House Tarly was born into the world fatherless and as the lord of Horn Hill, as his father, elder brother, and uncles had all perished during the conquest and occupation of Dorne. As a result, he was forced to grow up quickly throughout his childhood in order to regain control over his territory and his family's bannermen as quickly as possible. The young lord proved to be a canny fighter and able student as he grew and matured, taking easily to matters of the battlefield and of administrating his lands. By the age of sixteen, Talbert was knighted after proving himself in battle against Dornish mountain raiders, and took up the mantle of lord of Horn Hill in true, along with his ancestral Valyrian steel blade, Heartsbane.

Given that the occupation of Dorne robbed Talbert of his family and his childhood, he grew up with a deep dislike of his southern neighbors, especially as mountain raiders continued to harass the borders of the Marches. In preparation for what he believed to be an inevitable war against Dorne within his lifetime, Talbert sought to strengthen ties among his fellow marcher lords, Reachmen and Stormlanders alike. To this end, he went so far as to take a Stormlander wife of House Selmy. As of the current day, the union has produced four children and has been rather happy, despite being a political match.

Outside of the marches, Talbert has recently managed to arrange a betrothal between his son and heir Samwyle with the youngest daughter of Gorlois Redwyne. Having heard of Aegon IV's bestowment of Blackfyre upon his legitimized bastard Daemon, part of Talbert's curiosity over the upcoming Tournament of Summerhall is to see the man in action. Both he and Samwyle plan to compete, with the rest of their immediate family in attendance as well so that both the Tarlys and Redwynes can evaluate each other before the betrothal is signed.

Ser Samwyle Tarly

Age: 21 (Born 181 AC)

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While not as tall as his father, standing at "only" 6'2", Samwyle's muscles and build are equally as developed as the elder warrior's. His hair is a slightly darker brown, inherited from his mother. Samwyle carries himself with a warm demeanor, attempting to resemble a perfect knight, chivalrous and courteous.

In battle, Samwyle wears the same unadorned plate and Tarly surcoat that knights of his family tend to prefer, with a green-plumed armet atop his head. He bears lance, bastard sword, and shield as his armaments.

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Samwyle Tarly emerged into the world with two firm, yet fair parents, and spent his childhood attempting to live up to their expectations of him. He was educated in and excelled at his studies of administration, politics, and war while squiring for his grandmother's family, the Fossoways. Ser Samwyle was knighted at the age of seventeen after proving himself in helping to drive off a band of outlaws alongside several knights of the Reach.

While Samwyle doesn't share his father's near-obsessive dislike of the Dornish as a whole, he defers to the man's judgement in matters of politics, acknowledging that at the very least, Dorne is given too much preferential treatment by the throne. On the field, Samwyle is just as able a swordsman on foot as his father, who is already one of the greatest knights of the Reach. Some even say that the heir to Horn Hill has already exceeded his father's swordsmanship. However, he isn't quite as able on horseback. While an adept rider, Samwyle is no champion jouster.

{202 AC} -Current Time
{199 AC} -Death of Lucas and his mother due to illness
{195 AC} -Disappearance of Alysanne
{193 AC} -Birth of Lucas Lothston
[191 AC} -Manfyrd married a lowborn commoner from Harrentown
{190 AC} -Death of Benjicot, fell down the stairs and broke his neck
{186 AC} -Death of Calera in childbirth, the birth of Elayne Lothston
{184 AC} -Birth of Danelle Lothston, Death of King Aegon IV
{182 AC} -Birth of Alysanne and Benjicot Lothston
{181 AC} -Married to Calera Blackwood, a niece of the Late Lord Benjicot Blackwood
{165 AC} -Birth of Manfryd Lothston

Manfryd Lothston

Age: 37, born in 165 AC

Appearance: A slightly tall man, people often think him older than he is. With thinning grey hair peppered with dark red, a burly mustache, and neat beard to hide his slightly sunken cheeks. Whispers would have it that it was the loss of two sons and wives that put the strain upon the lord, while others whisper that he dabbles in the dark arts practiced by the Lothstons aged him past his years. Still, and even more quietly, others suggest that perhaps the doing is that of Danelle Lothston who was always a queer child. Yet for his age, Manfryd is a fit man. Still often practicing with sword and bow and seen riding about the lands of Harrenhal. Never one for ostentatious clothed, he wears simple stout clothing but finely made and often decorated by embroidery, by the skilled hand of Elayne.

Description & biography: Manfryd was the heir from the minute he was born. His Father had been granted Harrenhal by Prince Viserys, though privately Manfryd always saw it as more of a bribe to clean up after Prince Aegon. Something that led his father to no end of trouble as Jeyne was sister to him and potentially a bastard of Aegon's! A shame to the House even more with the whispers that came to court and how his sister and mother displayed themselves. Manfryd had grown up with the whispers and taking them for true, fueled a sense of righteous anger that eagerly mixed with greed. His father had been a schemer and once Hand of the King, a lord of note, though in his years after being banished from Court Lucas turned to care for his land. Along with nursing grievance against the king, not that he said as much. It seemed fitting and with Aegon having dismissed them from the court, the lord felt he could do more for his land and people than worry about the politics. Manfryd however drank and talked about dark things that did not wish the king well. With a reckless son who was liable to stir trouble, he thought the best option was to marry the boy off to an advantageous house. His second son had died from a fall from a spirited horse and his wife, Falena Stokeworth, had died with a third child. Securing some grandchildren would do good for the House and his son would have someone to talk sense into him!

Those hopes would not fall on deaf ears. Calera was a delight to Manfryd, and he was besotted. That two children came quickly, if perhaps too quickly was no trouble. Manfryd took to keeping his whispers to nothing more than talk and arguing with other RiverLords about the Tridents as anything else upset Calera. His father had passed shortly after the marriage and the twins' birth from a long fight with the pox. Though he showed some interest in the children, it was more in training Benjicot to take over in his stead. Manfryd was afraid of his own death and his son being unprepared to take the reins after, so if he had to allow Alysanne to learn the bow? Then there was no matter, so long as Benjicot kept up his studies. He did not even think to take another wife after Calera's death. An event which turned Manfryd colder and his whispered dislike of the Kings of the Seven Kingdoms just a little bit louder. When Benjicot fell down the stairs and was found dead? The man turned positively glacier. He took to teaching Alysanne to be heir and began looking for another wife which proved something of a trial. Nothing pleased him as no one was Calera. Finally, he decided to take a woman from Harrentown for his wife, seeing something was better than nothing and wanting a proper heir quickly. Leaving the woman to her antics and the children to their Septa. The only child who stood out at all to Manfryd was Elayne.

Another son was born, then both mother and child died from a disease. A daughter having vanished in the night and unable to locate her. Manfryd's years weighed on him. Perhaps his castle was cursed. Yet he still had an heir in Danelle, and still kept an eye out for a potential marriage to a decent woman for himself so he might secure another son. Cold and furious he was certain that this was some cruel jab by the late Kings Viserys and Aegon IV, not a reward for service but a curse and scorned from court because of the wiles of women. He ponders how to gain another castle and nurses his woes and scorn.

Alysanne Lothston/ Alys Rivers

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20 - Born Early in 182 AC

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As a young child of nobility, Alysanne was noted for her lovely red locks and finely boned features that promised to grow into an attractive woman, but the future took her another way and into the rough wool or rare silks of those not of noble birth, even into leather armor with bow or dagger in hand. Pale blue eyes, weathered skin, and a well-muscled if short frame. It would take a long second for anyone to connect Alys Rivers to Alysanne Lothston, though some of that noble vanity remained in her long red braid and delight for the finer things any commoner would desire but not know the real value of. A charming smile with dimples belying an easy nature and her fingers long and slender revealing their quickness, the latter bears scars from fights with knives even as her body bears a few from close calls and scrapes.

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Born early in the marriage of Manfyrd and Calera, Alys and her twin brother Benjicot, named for Calera's uncle and the lord of the Riverlands, were side-eyed by the servants. Their birth had come quite soon after the marriage bed and while it was not unheard of, Benji had been a large boy and she quite small, as it was with twins from time to time, and servants whispered that the birth had not been early. Such was life at Harrenhal, the walls held up by the constant wind of whisper and rumor the stout beams of fact and reason having burned along with Harren and all his sons during the Conquest. Still, Manfryd did accept the parentage as truth and life went on. It was two years later that Danelle was born, a pretty daughter who was doted on by her sister, brother, and mother. Then another two years and another sister, Elayne this time, but their mother was weakened by pox did not have the strength to do more and perished.

Manfryd was left without a wife and four children without a mother. The twins for their part were heartbroken, Calera had been a motherly woman for all she was a Lady. The twins grew and were often found together in lessons or in play. When Benji started learning the arts of war, Alysanne was not far away at needlepoint. Her keen ear perked for his instruction as much as her own. It was when he took up the bow she could bear it no longer, not allowed on their adventures and having just turned seven, she and Benji begged their father to let her learn as well. Manfryd would gave argued and refused had he not been wise enough to see that one would teach the other and with possible horrible consequences.

Yet there was a shadow over Harrenhal. The ruined towers, the bats, the whispers of ghosts, and rumors of black deeds. However, the shadow of a six-year-old child would hardly be terrifying. Alys and Benji were in disagreement. Danelle was often on her own when not shadowing the two about and there always seemed something dark in her premonitions or sayings. "If you climb any higher up that tree, a bunch will break." And one did. "The kettle Cook uses, could boil the cat." And the keeps cat had been found boiled in the kettle. A prank pulled, burs under a horse's saddle, the wine goes missing... it was Danelle's fault in the twinss' eyes and their fault in the eyes of everyone else. Alys would admit they played a few pranks but nothing serious, and perhaps she took the wine to indulge in with Benji once.

Then death came again to Harrenhal, Benji had run to his instruction on archery with Alysanne already there. She was always there first, eager to escape the bower with Septa Bessa, Elayne, and Danelle. Perhaps it had been a sheer accident, perhaps a prank gone wrong but Benji had fallen down the tower stairs where their room was. Fallen and never rose, his neck broken. It broke something in Alys. Her twin, her beloved brother was dead. Worse? "If you run down the stairs, you will break your neck." Danelle had said, and later Alys learned that around the same time Danelle had not been with Septa Bessa. Benjicot Lothson was dead and despite that, Alysanne kept up her archery. Each shot aimed at the Stranger who had come to take her brother, not that she would tell the Septa that! She was going to be Lady Lothston rather than her brother, and she aimed to do right for him. Their talks and dreams of glory. Hers had been to marry a Targaryen Prince. His was to be like their Great Grandfather, Hand of the King. It would have been wonderful! And it still could be!

Manfryd was not of that mind and after a year of finding no woman of noble birth with a father or brother who would agree to marriage and needing a son and heir? There was trouble enough, a daughter heir would not do to his mind. The Lord of Harrenhal took a commoner for his wife. A pretty-faced woman with little else besides her looks and ability to give him an heir. It was something that put both Danelle and Alysanne into an agreement, the woman was 'Not Acceptable'. She was too flighty, she had none of the manners of a Highborn lady, and worse? She could dispose of Alysanne's place as heir.

There had been no thought in her head of anything but that of a petulant youth. A child's scorn for an unwanted adult who took that parental role is not deserved. Her brother was not dead but a year and already her father sought to replace him and her! But it was perhaps worse when she was approached by Danelle. The two sisters had been cordial, not liking each other but sisters. Benjicot's death had changed things, Alysanne had turned cold towards Danelle and suspicious. Danelle, was the odd child, the one that always knew when an accident would happen. This time they had a common enemy though. Danelle was but eight and Alys but ten, still they had 'wicked minds' as the Septa put it that year. Frogs and serpents in the bed of Lady Lothston. Bats in her bower! A burr under the horse's saddle. Each time caught they were punished and lectured to accept the woman as Elayne did, yet it was to no effect. Alysanne dimly remembered her mother and would have no replacement, while Danelle could not be made to like the woman.

It was a year after the harlots, as the sisters agreed upon calling her, gave birth to a stout son that Alysanne began taking ill. Sleeping long hours, unlike her busy self. She also began to feel unwell. It was a chance at eavesdropping between Elayne, now eight, and Danelle, then ten, when her youngest sister remarked how she wished to be the heir like Alysanne and how she hoped Alysanne would be heir again. A child's wish. Alysanne was fun and was not so annoying as Lucas who was doted on by his mother and could do no wrong. The ringing slap has caused Alysanne to pause outside the door as Danelle viciously refused that their eldest sister would be heir again and Lucas not for long as Harrenhal was cursed. If Elayne did not wish to lose her favorite kitten she would remember that.

It was nothing, a squabble and easily dismissed but Alysanne did corner Danelle demanding answers. "You will end up like Benjicot when you get answers." Had been that cold-eyed answer. Alysanne had been slightly suspicious of the accidents that seemed to surround Danelle, but she had no proof. Her father would dismiss the matter, so she chose the next option which was to leave Danelle's grasp. For all her sister was younger by two years, she was taller than Alysanne and had been learning how to fight in the last year, Lord Manfryd was distracted by courtly matters. He had a wife to oversee the children, but alas that wife was all too interested in her son. Alysanne ran. Disguising herself as a young courier when her father demanded a letter be taken to the Lord of Maidenpool with whom he was having words. That she paid off the courier boy with a dragon she had stolen from her father, and took the letter, not to Maidenpool but rode to the Blackwater and followed it to the towns and ports along the Bay.

Disguising herself as a bow, she learned how to use a knife and poach with a bow. Her fingers were always quick learning how to pick a pocket or swipe an unattended bit of glimmer. Her old skill of climbing trees was as useful in scaling walls and she quickly learned even more than listening to what people said was just as easily sold onwards for mugs of ale as the coin. Years passed and she grew in skill and confidence, though her height was always limited. She looked over her shoulder for old enemies she had made be they an enraged father, cunning sister, or some guard or fool who thought to press her about something overheard or slipped into her purse. It was an adventure and while she would not be a lady, nor marry a Targaryen Prince, Alys Rivers as she called herself was enjoying life. Always eager for a new challenge or thrill. Yet she still could remember the curse of Harrenhal, how she wanted what was rightfully her home, and privately wondered if Danelle would darken her life again. Privately considering in those quiet nights what could have been if she had dared to stand up to Danelle and if it would have led to her death. A kin slaying? Then banishing the thoughts with a sternness that she had fled and ifs bought no bread.

Danelle Lothston

Age:

18 - Born in 184 AC

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Wearing dark-fitting armor when needed, the woman is tall and well muscled for her training in the arts of war. With pale skin and pale green eyes, her looks were stern and handsome, though unappealing if one listened to rumors. Danelle's eyes are often cold and baleful, bleak. The red hair, common enough among Riverland lords, is enough like to be the twin to Alysanne's. She dresses usually in plain gowns, sensible garb rather than the glimmer that could be found on most courtly ladies.

Description & biography:

Rumor and whisper would have one belief the woman spawned between the late lord Manfryd Lothston and the bats of Harrenhal, in truth though her mother was Calera and Danelle had been born as her sisters had been. The middling child between a pair of twins and a younger sister. Danelle would not call her childhood a fond thing. Benjicot often stole her dolls and mocked her, leading Alysanne to cruel pranks. That her eldest brother fell on the stairs when he was forever trying to race everywhere and broke his fool neck? It only meant peace from Benjicot's cruel jabs that had hardened her hide, and she certainly had not shed a tear over it! Alysanne had never taken that well, but her sisters were flighty and given to stupid games. Just as Septa Bessa was given to working the needle and pointless lessons, whereas Maester Lainn was more given to teaching useful things. Thus, Danelle learned of herbs and their various applications.

It was when their father remarried the harlot commoner, that the elder Lothston sisters joined sisters. Their new Lady Lothston was given to fashions that were anything but decent, barked pointless orders, and ran a once fairly decent House into the ground with what she thought a Lady ought to be. It was around the same time that Elayne began to follow Danelle with large and innocent eyes. It aggravated the girl and she often threatened her younger sister as this new habit brought Septa Bessa down upon them both and worse. Elayne was certain that Alysanne, the daydreaming fool! being heir would be a perfect answer to everything! Alysanne later confronted her and Danelle remarked that if she kept going the way she was going that she would end up the same as her brother. Perhaps harsh, but she recalled that Alysanne had joined in on Benjicot's teasing. It was amusing to her how she could usually shoulder her older sister about and put things just out of reach. When Alysanne disappeared, Danelle found herself the eldest sister and had enough scorn within her to scorch Harrenhal all over again. With Elayne irritating her and Lucas, a young lad who could do no wrong making any room for he was in misery, Danelle was certain that perhaps turning to the dark whispers about the Lothstons would be no bad thing if she could have peace!

She was twelve when the harlot and her little brat, Lucas, took ill. The Master had taken her as a helper and trusted her to deliver medicines. With half the castle coughing with the pox, Danelle had been given her beloved Lady Lothston's medicine. That she added a few pinches of sweetsleep hardly seem relevant against the strapping she had received for not curtsying to the woman and calling her several names she had heard in the town. It was not long after that Danelle was soon heir to Harrenhal, though whispered floated about as they always did about the Lothstons and Harrenhal. She ignored them and put her entire focus on learning how to be a lady who could lead House Lothston.

In more recent years, a woman of martial ability and not interested in lace so much as being the heir. Danelle has been eyeing her father's choices for her husband and finding them all lacking. She has no wish for a husband, but his search for a wife and a son to make heir of Harrenhal is not something she can allow to pass by.

Elayne Lothston

Age:

16, born in 186 AC

Appearance:

If any of the Lothston sisters could be called beautiful in the purest sense, it would be Elayne. Willowy with reddish-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a heart-shaped face she has had a few suitors from minor houses. The unfortunate men were turned away by Manfryd. Given to wearing silks and delighting in everything a lady should, Elayne is not a warrior maid like her sister or even an adventurer like the missing Alysanne. She enjoys her comforts. Jewels sparkle about her and her gowns all sport her own embroidery. Often she finds herself scolded by her father and sister for sighing for a bard or passing knight. Her's is the simple delight of what is expected in life. A husband to provide for her wants and to keep her from the woes of life.

Description & biography:

With a mother who died during her birth, siblings at rivalry with each other, a father more interested in being a lord than even his youngest daughter, and a second mother who was as wont to sneer at her as dote upon her, Elayne's life was turbulent and troubled. Any attempt to get close to Danelle was met with harsh words and threats, Alysanne had some time to play but most of it was taken up with studies, and as he became older Lucas grew to be a terror that even she could not stand. After Alysanne's disappearance, Elayne kept to Septa Bessa. Learning how to dance, needlepoint, and all other things a lady might need.

In comparison, it could be said that Elayne was the meekest of the sisters, given to seeing beauty in all things and trying to be forever the optimist. Flights of fancy and bouts of daydreaming nonsense as Danelle would call it. Her father and sister were constantly keeping a sharp eye on her and kept the girl within Harrenhal. Perhaps she forgot where she left her gloves, or perhaps she did not notice it was raining but they were such minor things when there was a beautiful flower she had seen or something to delight over. A dress to be made, a new treat to try. The kindest thing to say of the woman is that perhaps her life is a bit to full of dreams that she forgets the mud of the lake that lies just outside of the walls and the bloodied battle that had reigned on it's shores during Maegor the Cruel's time.

Jeyne Lothston

Age:

38, born in 164 AC

Appearance:

A pretty woman in her youth with fine red, gold hair and pale skin. Now in her later years she has collected a fair bit of lines about her eyes and mouth. Worry rides upon her brow and for all her years, she had born no children. Though her beauty is still seen in those graceful features. Despite her banishment from court she kept her finery even when married to a minor lord who already had a house full of children.

Description & biography:

Once she was a mistress to King Aegon 'The Unworthy'until she caught the pox. The whispers that float about that illicit affair drove her father to find her a husband soon after their return from court and Jeyne was passed into obscurity. To mind a houseful of children and a minor lord who was little more than a steward. Two years ago, she returned to Harrenhal after her husband died and the children turned her out, leaving Jeyne to face the scorn of her younger brother and his charity. While neither get along and both greatly dislike the other, Manfryd would not have Jeyne languish about the land as a ill testament to the stain on House Lothston. So he keeps her close and as little more than a lady's maid for his two daughters. Elayne tries to speak of the Seven to Jeyne and assure her all will be forgiven while Danelle ignores the woman in public. Privately putting their heads together to speak of things best left to women and darkness.

Age: Two and Thirty, born mid-year of 170 AC.

Appearance: Regarded as a comely women, but of no outstanding beauty Lady Gwyn looks and acts the part of a noble woman. She is small, standing no higher than the average man’s shoulder, yet with a presence that demands courtesy and attention. She has a sharp, angular face with deep-set emerald eyes, and long blonde hair that she keeps neatly braided. Everything about the women is of good order, evoking a sense of regality. Her visage is marred however, by a large wart grown from the base of her nose, which on occasion draws the eyes.

Description & biography: Like most summer women of the Reach, lady Gwyn enjoys the comforts of highborn life well. She is clean, precise and expects the chivalric acts of men. She was born, daughter of the Lord Merryweather, and was raised to the expectations of a young woman of a noble house. She did her duty, regarded her elders and lords well and was married to a wealthy lord of House Ball on her fifteenth nameday. Should it have been, she might lived happily ever after, but difficulties plagued her life. A husband who was not loyal to his vows of monogamy, eight stillborn children, and a bastard whose presence was a constant reminder of her troubles. It was her pride and joy to finally bring a son into the world even as she despaired it ever occurring. She cherishes him, doting and spoiling the child as a desperate mother would with the fear that a cruel world might snatch this son away as well. Her overprotectiveness has brought about a less jovial side to her, causing paranoia and suspicion. Six years of good health has eased her worries however, and Gwyn has slowly begun loosening her grip on the boy, and turning her focus on developing the wealth of the Blue Wood, and Cinnamont, so that her son might have a strong seat of power when he comes of age.

Age: Seven and Forty, born the year’s end 155 AC.

Appearance: The Fireball is an lithe man, tall and wiry like a spring coiled trap and restrained by muscle forged of experience. An amateurish gaze might consider him no more dangerous than the next man, but the wild glint in his green eyes, the half manic grin upon his lips, the cocksure manner in which he walked, all bespoke a warrior more dangerous than a half dozen men twice is size. He emblazons on his chest a personal sigil derived from House Ball, of a fiery sphere, red as the hair upon his head, burning on a field of black. He dresses in plain clothes and armor, and at his hip is the ever-present longsword, lacking garnish of any kind but bearing the weight of a blade tempered in blood. For Fireball has seen his share of battle, and his body shows the signs of conflict in a patchwork of scars, from a great gash running through his red muttonchops to his four fingered left hand.

Description & biography: “He shall not suffer the faint of heart, nor the weak of mind and body. Fireball will show no pity but the mercy of a quick death.”

A man of action and excitement, Fireball has dedicated his life to the art of war. He is an aggressive, and confident general boldly going where no others dared. He has a reputation for leading wild charges, and then calling prudent retreats. He is not overconfident his enemies and allies often say, but knows exactly of what he is capable. Fireball has served for the Targaryens since his youth, first squiring for a household knight, before proving himself and earning a knighthood by King Aegon IV himself, seen by a thousand witnesses. He was named Fireball by his foes for his aggressive nature, and shining red hair which he took in stride, adopting it as his personal sigil and wearing it proudly as any man should. On his thirtieth year he was made the Master of Arms at the Red Keep, and trained many a worthy warrior from the Royal House, including the young Daemon Blackfyre, and Ageor Rivers.

His actions in battle, and selfless service for many decades has earned him a place amongst the Kingsguard, it was promised. King Daeron vowed he would raise Fireball to the sworn brotherhood once an opening was made available. With this goal in mind Fireball never took a wife, nor bore trueborn children, all in anticipation of his chance to wear the white, with a warrior’s patience.

Age: Four and Twenty, born the year’s beginning 178 AC.

Appearance: In recent years Jacob Flowers has grown into his own, filling out in muscle and with a full beard of red like his father and uncle. Gone are the days where he was a lanky adolescent, all remnants of the baby fat that lingered as a sign of his easy life within a Reach castle have fled. Replaced by the grimy, battle-hardened appearance of a Hedge Knight who has earned his spurs more than once.

Description & biography: There are many things in life that might turn a man sour, entrapped by one’s own desire for vindication. Lies, unfairness, and all the dark deeds of men and women that might snare one into a life of bitterness. It is a path that tempts Jacob Flowers, and yet he struggles on to remain true to himself, and the legacy of his father and ancestors. When he was but a boy, Jacob did not concern himself with worrying about inheritance, for it was made clear to him from a young age that such things would never be within his purview. After all, his father would have plenty of trueborn heirs. Yet, as the years lengthened, and Jacob grew into adolescence his father began spending ever more time with his illegitimate son. Educating him as a lord would need be taught. He instilled a sense of responsibility, and charged him to be noble, brave, loyal and true. Jacob wanted nothing more than to please his father, and took his words to heart. Only, for his heart to break with his father’s passing. He was a Ball then at least, it was his father’s wishes that it be so. It should have been so, but then his half brother was born the woman he called mother for so many years scorned him. Throwing him from his father’s castle, his castle. With nowhere to go, no family to take him in he wandered across the seven kingdoms, furious at the injustice of it all, but with not a soul who cared for his plight. He had no evidence but his word, and what was that against the word of Lord Quinn’s wife?

He might have wallowed in self-pity thereon, and become a beggar, or a robber knight but his father’s teachings rang true. He could never lower himself to such deeds, even when the hunger clawed at his belly. Instead he stayed steady upon the straight and narrow, clinging to the belief of his own self worth. Thus dedicated to what is right, he made a name for himself as a hedge knight, swearing his sword to whomever might take it. His services took him far and wide, until he came into the service of a Landed Knight, by the name of Ser Andryn Nimbledown in the Stormlands. It was in this good man’s service that Jacob found a home, and a wife, a son and squire. Ser Andryn saw the dutiful chivalry of a young man determined to earn his way through a cruel world, and despite initial resistance eventually allowed the blossoming romance between his daughter and Jacob to result in marriage. After all, Jacob insisted he was legitimized, a Ball through and through, so who knew what might happen. Stranger things had occurred before, chances slim though they were.

Age: 46 (born 156 AC)

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Age: 22 (born 190 AC)

Appearance:
Strawberry hair, knotted and adorned with bone beads, she has a willowy strength. Prefers layers of tanned leathers and furs, wears a large horn - a unicorn talisman - around her neck. She carries an obsidian axe into battle.

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Lord Addam Tarbeck

Age: Five and Thirty.

Appearance: A lean, handsome man. Dark of hair, high of cheekbones, sharp of jaw.

Description & biography: Born to Lord and Lady Tarbeck when they were nearly thirty years of age, Addam Tarbeck, firstborn child of the main line of that old house, was certainly late in the coming but seemingly worth the delay. He took to sword and shield as well as letters and sums and was well liked by his peers and tutors at Tarbeck Hall. He spent his youth squiring for Ser Jon Vikary, his mother's cousin and a household knight at Tarbeck Hall (and later its master-at-arms), and once knighted he participated in a few of tourneys across the Westerlands.

Still, Addam Tarbeck was ultimately a man of words, rather than swords, and he took a keen interest in commerce and trade. Given House Tarbeck's ailing fortunes, he wondered whether he might bring the house back to its former glory when he came to lordship. After the birth of his son and heir, Alyn, he traveled to the Citadel, where he spent five years forging maester's links of gold and steel, returning to the Westerlands and home but seldom in that time.

When he did return, he returned with a mind to revitalize House Tarbeck's fortunes in the coming years.

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Antario Tarbeck, the Mariner

Age: One and Forty.

Appearance: Tanned, leathery skinned and sandy blond, Antario Tarbeck claims to have a bit of Stony Dornish in his blood and does look the part.

Description & biography: Much ado is made of the noble houses of Westeros, and while little thought is given to their cadet branches and more distant relations, those sons of second and third sons have sons of their own more oft than not. As such, there is many a Tarbeck in the Westerlands who has never met Lord Tarbeck or seen the Hall.

Not so for Antario Tarbeck and his kin, however. These Lannisport-settled Tarbecks, descendants of a Lord Tarbeck's second son some three generations now removed (and possibly a Stony Dornishwoman he took for a lover, but that may be a tall tale), have carved out a niche for themselves among the noble families of the Westerlands as mariner merchants. A great admirer of Corlys Velaryon and his nine great voyages, Antario Tarbeck has plied the free cities for decades, trading far and wide during his time abroad and seeking glory in the vein of the Sea Snake.

Antario Tarbeck and his father had little in the way of common interest with the Tarbecks of Tarbeck Hall, but it seems the new Lord Tarbeck, a man educated in the sciences of commerce, may be a different matter.

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Robb Tarbeck, a Septon of the Faith

Age: Nine and Twenty.

Appearance: Robb Tarbeck is, by all accounts, the comeliest of the Tarbeck line. More handsome than his brothers and prettier than his sister, in his time Robb Tarbeck, Knight of the Blue Roses, tempted many a maiden with his good looks, rakish charm and daring exploits on the tourney grounds. As a septon, this is largely unchanged, through there are significantly fewer tourneys involved.

Description & biography: Robb Tarbeck is the thirdborn son of the late Lord Alyn Tarbeck, and of the Lord's three sons the most martially inclined. At an early age, Robb proved a marvelous horseman and a keen hand with lance, spear, sword and bow. He was knighted at just four and ten, and had won his first tourney - a local affair - two short years later, unhorsing many a more veteran man in its course. A dab hand with paintbrush as well, he became well known for painting his shield with quartered roses in the Tarbeck colors. By twenty, Robb Tarbeck had well-earned his reputation as a tried and true knight on the field of combat. Robb had long spoken of his dream to take up a white cloak as a member of the Kingsguard, and the Lord Alyn Tarbeck found that his son's childhood ambitions seemed not so childish as he proved himself time and time over.

It is an oft repeated tale among the Tarbecks that a raven addressed to the King and his Lord Commander had left Tarbeck Hall's rookery the morning Robb took the practice field with his brother Josmyn. That day, of all days, Robb dealt his brother a grievous wound while practicing his form with a mace. Robb broke Josmyn's jaw in gory fashion, and only by the immense skill and talent of Tarbeck Hall's wizened maester was Josmyn not utterly disfigured by the blow.

In life, Lord Alyn never said what became of his letter to the Kingsguard. It mattered not, as Robb refused to take up sword, shield or lance again. After some time, he settled on a new direction in life - that of a man of faith. He now wears the robes of a septon and holds his ministries at Tarbeck Hall's sept.

Name: Lord Garrett Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Reach, Warden of the South

Age: 29 (born 173 AC)

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Tall, standing at 6ft 2, Garrett has always maintained a commanding demeanour. Sporting a crop of thick curly hair, it is such a dark brunette in colour that it is often mistaken for black. Handsome with well-defined features, striking cheekbones and a charismatic smile, he has always been one to pay attention to appearances, perhaps to a fault. He is not against judging someone for sloppy attire or for failing to keep up with the current fashions. As could only befit a Tyrell however, the petals of the rose distract from the sharp thorns, and even one prick can draw blood.

Biography:

Born the first son of Lord Leo Tyrell and Lady Bethany Tyrell, Garrett was trained from a young age to take over as Lord Paramount once the time came. Outwardly it did not seem to bother the boy that he was required to sit in monotonous meetings and learn about the finer details of trade agreements, whilst his brother was able to play. And he didn’t. Yet he bore a bitterness towards his father not because of this but because of how friendly he was to the other houses in the Reach. It seemed, at least to him, that his father was often more focused on balls and tourneys (ironic as Garrett was not against courting many a lady during these festivities) than increasing their power. Yet it was only his grandmother, always sharp of eye and clever of mind, who noticed that there was something different about the boy. To the world he seemed the perfect child but behind closed doors his demeanour was much colder and more aloof. She said nothing but has always kept a close watch on the oldest son.

Throughout the years, despite being named heir Garrett never took a wife, to the increasing demands and frustrations of his father. Semi-notorious for leading many a lady along only to leave when one would expect a union, Garrett seemingly gives little care to the feelings of those he abandons in such a manner. Somehow though, he has been able to use his charms to keep many of these ladies on his side and to avoid too much fallout with their families. Yet none of this appeased his father and a year ago Leo Tyrell begun threatening his son with the Nights Watch, upset at his lack of care for the family line and their standing within the Reach. Not so long after this, perhaps a matter of weeks, the former Lord first became unwell. It started slowly and the maesters assumed it was but a simple ailment that would ease with time. Yet despite all their attempts at a cure, he only worsened and after a drawn-out illness of several months, the Lord passed, leaving Garrett to take over as paramount of the Reach.

It has been only 7 months since the sudden and unexpected passing of their father. Whereas his father was known for being amicable and well liked, Garrett has yet to show if he will follow in his footsteps and has shown little interest in placating the minor houses. This has been to the frustrations of the older females in his family, who are wondering, and fearing, what his plans may be...

Name: Ser Leyton Tyrell

Age: 27 (born in 175 AC)

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Though not overly short at 5ft 10, Leyton has always been insecure about his height with a brother & father of greater reach than himself. He sports a crop of thick and curly dark brown hair that is classical for the Tyrells and serves to make him look more boyish than he actually his. Dark brown eyes and modestly good-looking, Leyton would have been able to attract a half-decent wife if not for his complete lack of courting abilities. Unlike many lords and ladies from the Reach, Leyton cares little for his appearance. Whilst in his former years he would dress formerly in his house colours, at the behest of his mother, he now prefers to simply dress in his knightly attire when possible.

Biography:

A boisterous lad throughout his childhood, Leyton was over-confident and demanding to his peers. If another child did not want to play with him, he would insist on it, running to his father if he did not get his way. Somehow his outgoing nature seemed to make up for this though and he found he could make friends easy enough...though being the son of the Lord Paramount of the Reach may have helped. He often wanted to play at swords and horses, preferring the idea of a real battle over that of a tournament. Lord Tyrell even had the woodworkers craft him miniature soldiers and horses, so that he could act out mock battles, his father secretly taking much amusement in playing this game with him. Though he may not have much of a knack with politics, he consequently has a decent knowledge of battle strategies and tactics.

Born the second son of Lord Tyrell, Leyton was never expected to be the heir to Highgarden. His brother Garrett, an intelligent and healthy male two years his elder, was always on course to take over rule once their father passed. The two were close throughout their formative years, Garretts more focused and direct attitude helping to balance his brother out. Whilst Garrett would sit in on his father's meetings, studying carefully the ways of a Lord, Leyton instead dreamt of the Kingsguard. And where he could not fight in real battles, he would partake in tourneys. Though many squires and knights dreamt of winning the joust, Leyton only cared for the melees. Naturally agile of foot, with an aptitude for sword-fighting (although you could have handed him any weapon and he would have barrelled on ahead), he became known for his talents, attracting many an approving eye.

At the age of 12 he was permitted to go and squire Under Ser Otho Hightower in Oldtown. A rowdy lad and unused to being told what to do, Leyton had a steep learning curve, nearly being shipped back to Highgarden on more than one occasion. However, Otho was the perfect mentor for the boy, having no qualms in putting him in his place. Eventually, he settled into the role and though not studious when it came to books, he was keen on learning all that came with being a knight. He even took pride in polishing the armour to perfection, surprising for a boy who found it difficult to keep still for more than a minute at a time.

Knighted at 18, he quickly became a single-minded knight with seemingly unlimited energy, Leyton became known for ceasing only when there was no-one left to fight, never running from a battle or leaving a man behind. He seemed to care little for politics but rather would remain firmly loyal to whomever he had pledged himself. And after a rather splendid effort at a small tourney, that Leyton was offered a place in the Kingsguard. Leyton suspects that his grandmother may have had a hand to play in it, although she denies it to this day and states that it was simply his prowess & reputation that must have gained him attention

Though he will never have a wife or lands, this is probably for the best as his methods of courting ladies are dubious at best, usually involving talking in gory details about battles & war tactics. Either that or he becomes so daunted by the prospect of talking to a lady in his fancy, that he will became overly drunk. To his dismay the other members of the Kingsguard have taken to naming him The Blushing Rose due to the lovely shade of rouge that spreads across his cheeks whenever he speaks to a pretty maiden.

For now Leyton remains in the servitude for the Targaryens, intent on staying true to his pledge and serving them faithfully. Since taking up residence in Kings Landing, Leyton has become close friends with Daemon, his presence a welcomed relief from the more stuffy presences about court. Leytons temperament has certainly calmed as he has aged, though he still can be stubborn and single-minded in his pursuits. Once he has decided on something, he will follow it through to the end. That provides a double-edge sword in many situations, but it also means that he is loyal to a fault.

Name: Leyla Tyrell

Age: 18 (born in 184 AC)

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At only 18 years of age, Leyla still maintains that bright vigour of youth that has not yet known great trials. She truly encapsulates her family in how she looks, her demure and seemingly innocent appearance hiding her clever mind and sharp wit. Many often underestimate her because of this and still believe she is the same prettily dressed girl who was once paraded around by her mother. She sports the same thick brunette hair as the rest of her family, which she wears long and usually loose. As generally befitting any nobility from the Reach she dresses well and with whatever style is currently common in the region, often wearing a variation on her house colours.

Biography:

Leyla Tyrell was born in 184 AC, as the eldest daughter of Lord Leo Tyrell. Easy-going and often in high spirits, Leyla has always found an ease in speaking to strangers, being able to talk on simple matters and deeper subjects alike. She would often be paraded around at banquets as a small child, her easy manners and surprisingly clever wit seeming to delight the other nobility. No-one can deny that she was loved by her parents but much of her youth seemed to be seemed to revolve around ceremony and putting on a show, her mother being the driving force behind this. Lady Bethany would take her on long journeys throughout the Reach, visiting other Great Houses and small villages alike. Eager to please her mother and naturally outgoing in nature, Leyla was happy to play the part, albeit begrudgingly at times.

All of this would have likely produced a rather silly and frivolous girl, if not for her grandmother, whom had seen the spark of intelligence in the young Tyrell. Florence insisted that she had strict instruction under both the Septa & the house Maester, and unlike Leyton who had fought against such boring lessons throughout his own youth, Leyla was happy to learn. Consequently close throughout the years, Florence is now an old lady whose health is ailing with each passing day and who rarely leaves Highgarden. However, Leyla still enjoys visiting her in her chambers and will often go to her to seek advice or simply listen to her stories.

When Leyla was but 13, whilst her small party was visiting Oldtown, a boy from House Bulwer quickly became enamoured with her. Inexperienced with love and the art of courting herself, Leyla saw this as a fine opportunity to learn how it worked. Though she had no feelings for him, she played the part, sitting with him at meals and walking with him around the gardens. The romance…if that’s what you could call it, lasted just short of nine days, but Humfrey was a foolish boy who had no wits about him, save for some superficial charm, and mistook lust for love.

Thus, Leyla found herself walking by the harbour, trying to ignored the strong smell of fish, being proposed to by a boy who thought this was a suitable time or location. She instantly denied him, apologising for leading him on and stating that she did not think they were a suitable match. At first he seemed to take this gracefully enough, walking her back to her room in a sullen silence. Yet that evening when the guards were switching, he entered her chambers and tried to force himself upon her. Luckily, one of her personal guards came back in time and she was saved from any shame. Instantly telling her mother of what had happened, the two decided to keep it amongst themselves as it would do naught but ruin her reputation if it was found out, paying off the guard and vowing not to speak of it again.

Since that day, she has been increasingly cautious and does not give her trust over easily. It unfortunately seems she has become known for being difficult to court, having denied other men since – although many seem to view this as a challenge in of itself. It is not that she does not wish to marry, rather that she simply no longer suffers fools. Whereas once this created tension between Leyla and her father, her brother Garrett seems less concerned. Her focus instead became on her family, especially given the recent passing of their father. The young Tyrell is intent on ensuring her family remain steadfastly at Highgarden, whatever the cost...she has strong instincts of self-preservation for herself and her family, and will do anything to protect them.

Name: Rylen Tyrell
Age: 35
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Standing at a height of 6ft2, Rylen has always been the tallest of his brothers despite being the youngest. He would strike an imposing figure if not for his laidback, nonchalant attitude. Classic brunette curls atop his head, his head was shorn close to the scalp when he returned from Essos but he has let it, along with his beard, grow out of late. Scars are dotted about his body which he likes to point at and laugh (but fail to explain how he got them). Though age is beginning to creep up on him, he was born much later than his brothers and still has some liveliness about him.

Biography:

Born the third and youngest brother to Leo and Rycherd Tyrell, Rylen was never expected to live up to high expectations, or at least he decided from a young age that it would be more fun to set the bar low for himself. Whilst his two elder brothers were dutiful and hardworking, Rylen has always been much more relaxed, preferring to take every day as it comes. He once even went missing for two days when he drank too much and fell asleep in the middle of Highgardens maze. This however, is not to say that he is completely useless. Charming and able to speak with a natural ease, Rylen has always had the ability to talk nearly anyone into anything. There were many avenues in life this could've taken the young rose - the advisor to a lord or king, merchant, the leader of a ragtag crew of misfits & heathens. But life had another path for Rylen...

When he was but 17, he met and fell in love with with Rhea of House Reyne. Theirs was a whirlwind romance, not driven by political motivations or forced upon by voyeuristic family members. No, they were truly in love and after a courtship of only 4 months, were due to marry. Until...disaster struck! Rhea, by what was deemed to be an accident, fell out of one of the highest windows in Castamere. She was instantly dead, head crushed and all that. Rylen however was absolutely and unequivocally convinced it was not an accident. Of course, he had no idea who was behind it but he was sure it must have been foul play. Yet neither his family nor the Reynes believed it, quickly turning to other matters once she had been laid to rest. His frustrations grew and he knew he had not the skills to find out for himself. So he left.

Still a boy not yet having reached his 18th year, Rylen stowed aboard a merchants ship to Essos. He had little money, save for the small pouch of gold he had been able to grab and life was at first, difficult. Rylen does not speak much of this time, save for pointing out the few small scars he got. But he was young and had a sharp mind and even sharper tongue. He became a dab hand at trading, learnt more languages can he could count on both hands, and acquired a very decent tan.

There are many rumours regarding his essosi exploits. That he entered the House of black and white, that he took a Lysene wife and together they ran a pleasure house, that he learnt   bastardised High Valarian from a Tyroshi merchant, and that he was highly important in the Myrish lace trade. Rylen only laughs when these rumours are brought up, neither confirming or denying the tales. It is up to others to decide what may or may not be true.

Rylen finally returned at the age of 34, somehow having heard of his brothers death, and has remained in Westeros ever since. Now he lives a life of luxury. Occassionally he will go travelling but most often he can be found at Highgarden, paying no mind to political affairs and mostly working on his tan. There are also mutterings that he is writing a book about his exploits, but again in response to these he simply smiles and slathers on more oil.

Name: Tristan a.k.a Oak

Age: 25, born 177 AC

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Standing at an average height, and with a floppy crop of brown hair, Oak has nothing in particular that draws the eye. It would be easy enough to pass him over in a crowd. Yet it is his jovial and lighthearted personality that lights up his face, that attracts folk to him, and makes them listen to his melodies. Forever looking on the precipice of either telling a joke or spilling a well kept secret, it is a mystery to anyone, probably even including himself, what the Bard will do next. The only certainty is that it will undoubtedly be something that will irritate Garrett.

Biography:

Not much is known about Oaks background, or more specifically, there is not much to be known. Born the son of a poor farmer and an even poorer farmers wife, his childhood was drull, dreary and far too much like hard work. He always dreamt of something more, of seeing the world, and eventually he found that he had a talent for music. He quickly became well known throughout the Reach and played to all manner of folk.

Though not in any way a member of the family, Oak was always a favourite of the previous Lord Paramount and was the highlight of every ball & tourney held. Even after the old mans death he stuck around, like an infestation you just can't seem to quash. Luckily Florence and most of the children adore him, so he's been welcomed with open arms. Apart from Garrett. Garrett apparently does not appreciate the musicians craft (especially at 3 in the morning). Nevertheless Oak is determined to make his new Lord inspired to sing along, if only once. And in the meantime, he is content enough to play for the younger Tyrells, who love to laugh at his tales, and who he especially tries to make smile since the death of their father.

Barthogan Stark
Age: 60, born 142 AC

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Description & biography: The youngest of Cregan's sons to have fought in the war against the Dornish and their rebellion. Much like his father and brother's Barthogan Stark is true to the families very core a warrior lord with a penchant for battle and reputation for bringing swift and brutal justice. He much like Brandon never wanted to be Lord of Winterfell however as Edric's skill at the games the Southerners play grew so did the concern that he would drag all the lords of North into conflicts and games they had no business being in.

So they worked tirelessly to keep him from the throne, now only two brother's stand between Edric and his prize yet Blacksword is not easily beaten by age or sickness. If his brother's had not asked him to stay he would have long ago taken the black, his calling is battle while he knows how to rule it bores him. Thus when battle or a chance to depart Winterfell on some quest with his men he is first to prepare the horses.

Barthogan is the most talented swordsman of the five sons of Cregan a gifted swordsman himself. Carrying the families famed bastard sword Ice not as an executions blade but as weapon of war. While not the most humble or orthodox of lords Barthogan is a respected Stark and unquestioned as a choice of ruler who has put aiding his people and working with his Lords first. It is said when camp is made the Blacksword helps bring round food and drink for his riders, he sits and listens to their tales and stories.

Yet Barthogan himself has only one child a bastard borne to who he will not say but the child is dear to him yet knowing he could not be a good father. He left his son with his brother Brandon, raising the boy among his own family. When he finds time Barthogan trains with Mathias, legitimizing him with the intent he will form a cadet branch. Barthogan knows that no matter what he must do what can for his own people, ambition is the enemy of happiness. That ambition has made Edric cold and distant to his own kin and even his children, something that few in the North can ever respect.

Mathias Stark 'The Runt'
Age: 22 born 180 AC

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Description & biography: Mathias Stark is a bastard. Yet unlike so many other bastards he has grown up loved and cared for in Winterfell, his uncle Brandon Stark has seen to his needs and never treated him any different. For Mathias is a good lad loved by his father and uncle, even his aunt cares deeply for the young man.

Mathias is called the runt because he was born prematurely according to his father as a tiny little thing his father believed would not survive his first winter. Yet the boy grew until he was strong and tall, standing impressively and well muscled he has become quite renown fighter among the tourney's. Traveling with Brandon Stark and his children often as Brandon does his best to offer his children and nephew a well rounded education about the rather than just what the books in the north have to say.

Currently readying to participate in the tourney in the South he wants to make his uncle proud, his blade is the families ancient Greatsword. The one they called Ice before the current blade, now known as 'Black Ice' this sword is the weapon that won the age of heroes Mathias wants to use so once he wins glory and forms his own branch of the house he claim it as their heirloom it may not be forged in Magic but any weapon from the long night ought to be honored just the same.

Edric Stark, The Patient
Age: 62 born 140

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Description & biography: Edric Stark will rule Winterfell, even if it means losing his entire family. Many years ago he fought against the Dornish as a young man, shoulder to shoulder with the Lords of all the great houses in conflict. He knew in that moment the North had to change, it's ways and people were outdated and old fashioned. Stuck believing in fairy tales and honoring deeds of dead men, no if the Starks were to thrive the wolves would need better grounds, southern grounds.

He and his children do not venerate the old gods instead having taken to worship of the Seven the only Starks to have done so. This has caused many to view Edric as a radical reformer in the North who had reshape much of their society and try to end the influence of old ways in the North bringing it more in line with how the South is run. Edric hopes to make the north more profitable and in turn bring them realm more in line with the rest of the seven kingdoms.

To this end Edric has focused on making friends to the South, to secure his position in the North so when the time comes he may take the throne and if Brandon resist's kill him and his ill begotten line securing Winterfell for his children and his line alone. His children carry the same grudge he has instilled into them a belief that they were cheated and robbed. He has shaped and trained each of them with a singular purpose getting the best teachers and tutors he could find for each of them.

He marries his children off to secure alliances of great power and talks with sister's with promises of great things should they bring their husbands forces to bear behind his own. Edric does not possess the love of the North men but he is respected by them for his cunning and his personal martial prowess while he was trained Cregan one of the finest swordsman of his own age.

Cregard 'Bloodied Fang' Stark
Age: 37 born 165

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Description & biography: The Bloodied Fang, ruthless as he is strong he is a well known Warrior specifically for his famed history. He is not the best fighter yet every strike against him that finds it marks seems only to make him fight harder. Cregan has never returned from the field without blood soaking him head to toe, he revels in the violence of warfare and battle.

He refuses to participate in tourneys and the like battle is meant for killing and if he is not there to kill men then he will not do battle. His mace is often stained with the blood and brains, having been coated in blood so often it has a reddish color to it. As capable as he is on the battlefield it is said outside of it he much more gentle soul the Bloodied Fang sings and dances for while he violent as they come on the field of battle off it many say he is the most sensitive Stark they have met to date.

Thoughtful and deep though he rarely voices Cregard wonders deeply about his father's ideals and the place the Starks have in the world. In another life he might have been Maester or gone to the wall to take the Black yet he knows he must serve his father. He is a good son and one who loves his father, shame he was such a shit dad.

Torrhen 'Silver Fang' Stark
Age: 37 born 165

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Description & biography: The Silver Fang, cunning warrior skilled with his tongue as he is a blade, unlike many other Starks Torrhen has focused the use of an arming sword and more practical skills. Capable with a shortsword, knives, arming swords, and shields he is considered to be a dishonorable fighter. Yet their is no denying he effectiveness with such weapons, his tutors were men from the wall criminals and knights who taught methods not for honor but for victory, honor be damned.

Yet for his dishonorable habits Torrhen is the picture of courtesy as capable of finery and clever words as Southern Lord. He Edric's favored son as his politic skill and practical outlook make him one of the few people in the North who will throw away honor or tradition for an elegant solution. There is great fear that he would follow Edric should he take the seat of Winterfell that all the might of North might not stop the Silver Fang's rise to power.

Sharper than steel and deftly cunning the Silver Fang is said to have a way with women, sweet and gentle with them, his demeanor skill having brought a few to his bed chamber. He has no small talent for seduction though he pines for a wife he does not mind having days to spend meeting and getting to know the lovely ladies he might come to meet.

Aregelle "Aggie" Stark
Age: 32 born 170AC

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Description & biography: If there is one person in the family who thinks they are as ruthless and cunning as Edric, it is Aggie. A lady of impeccable virtue and grace, she styles herself as the most refined of House Stark, she views it as her duty to uphold her houses honor and tact the twins could never hope to match. She hopes to marry well and bring her husbands forces to bear in the name of her father, securing her homeland and the station of Starks against the fools who would try to take it, her cousins included.

Arana Stark
Age: 23 born 179

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Description & biography: The youngest daughter of Eric Stark dangerous intelligent and voracious reader, concerning for many as the woman's vast intelligence outpaced her own tutors rapidly growing up. She often took to reading unusual and forgotten tomes, over the past few years she had combined her appetite for knowledge with a desire to uncover and discover. She aches to learn more about the ancient past and the legends of old caring little for her father's plans she only wants the ability to access and learn more and more. Practical and curious, she has more in common with her brothers than sister and prefers it that way, gets along well with her cousins to the annoyance of her father.

Brandon "Branny" Stark, The Wolf Lord
Age: 45 born 157

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Description & biography: The heir to Winterfell and decorated warrior, having fought in tourneys and hosting hunts and traveling to visit each of the lords in the North during summers to hear their needs and wants. Focusing on helping his brother to rule by speaking to the lords and helping distribute the rewards Cregan Stark had received during his long life from the Targaryens for his service which were ample. He did his best to make friends and aid give back to the Lords of the North, he dined in their halls and helped their men.

Using the wealth and stores from the careful planning and the rewards the crown had given to them. Brandon helped as best he could personally escorting wagons and doing his best to bring aid to where it was needed. Yet upon his return to Winterfell he found a truly terrible sight, his father being laid to rest in the family crypts beneath their home slain while out with old friends from his campaigning days by a Dire Wolf. Usually if the creatures were found they kept back from men yet... These wolves had attacked Cregan and his banners in camp. Reportedly their were five, four smaller ones and the largest his fur black fired soot his brothers arguing over how succession might proceed he turned and left.

Brandon set out, hunting five Direwolves with only his closet friends and companions, they made the camp near the Wolfwood. The tale is not one Brandon likes to tell in the night they came. A wind of winter screamed across the camp putting out the fire then came a long low howl they were being hunted now. The wolves approached the camp as they took up arms to defend themselves torches and weapons in hand. The four other wolves stayed back, as the lead one came forward it muzzle caked in blood. A knife buried in it's side... His father's knife.

What the others say is that with a roaring challenge Brandon lunged forward at dire wolf bigger than any they had seen in books or heard about in tales. It's mouth foamed and drool to eat the young Stark, yet his blade bit true and the wolf was brought low as Brandon yanked the knife from it's side and slit it's throat. The four others gave howls... And Brandon like a man possessed howled back a challenge, they turned and slinked into the woods. The wolves it seem even new who their lord was, he took the pelt and their father's knife bringing it back to Winterfell.

Jonnel embraced his little brother, yet all were shocked when he tossed the pelt and the knife down showing he had hunted and killed the beast. This boy youngest of their kin, the only one not tested in battle had slain the great beast that had killed their father and most of his party winning the respect of the other Wolves. Some say it is a sign Brandon was destined for great things other claim it means he befouled the gods for slaying that of his own symbol.

After this Brandon continued to aid each Lord of Winterfell Jonnel and Barth found Branny annoying with constant traveling to see the lords yet never before had Starks been so well informed of the goings on and the others felt more heard by the Warden of the North than when Bran came to their halls to hear their news and needs. Yet when news came of a tournament down south Brandon would get his horse, his armor, and invite his friends from the other Northern Houses for the trip down.

The wandering Stark as he became a common sight in the South lance in hand clad in armor, Brandon felt the best way to give south a reason to care about the North was to show them they were here and they could fight and ride just as well as the more 'civilized' southern knights. Brandon's youth saw him face off against many a great warrior while he rarely won against the more famed Knights and Lords of the south few would scoff at the ferocity the Wolf Lord brought to bear.

Now as heir to Winterfell he still focuses on speaking and listening to the Lords of the North as he rears his children to be good people and future lords of the North after his brother passes. He tries to rekindle his brotherhood with Edric even as the other resists any attempt.

Ashe Stark
Age: 25 177 AC

Appearance:

Description & biography:
First born son of Brandon Stark is a head shorter than his father and considered a trouble maker enjoying sneaking around and pulling pranks. Good with a sling or a bow he is fleet on his feet, prefer knives to swords to the annoyance of his father. He was a bit of trouble maker around Winterfell until he began to travel with his father to tourneys and the far reaches of Westeros since then his skill as archer has grown. While it is not considered as much of a Lord's weapon it is what he favors.

However he has shown great skill in learning about battles and organization, stealthy and silent he is not as popular as his younger brother down south. But his pranks and jabs at southern born knights usually result in some good natured ribbing or reminding a Knight that peasant with a good sling can kill him just as easy as noble warrior. He's a bit of little shit but the Northerners adore how he takes the piss out of southern knights who hold themselves so highly they might not even be able to see the small folk.

He is a trouble maker, having a reputation of sneaking out of Winterfell dressed up as a bard before being dragged back by his father by the ear. He is as friendly and lovable as they come quick with a come back or humorous joke, though just as fast with a fist. While not as big as little brother his quietness and grace are unusual for someone of Stark and Mormont blood. Much like his siblings he has learned to sing while traveling around the continent.

Gryffith Stark
Age: 23 born 179 AC

Appearance:

Description & biography:
Strong of hand but soft of voice, Gryffith Stark is claimed to be the best swordsman in the North in where he faces off against many of the other Lords of the North sons and champions. Yet time again the quiet boy with a strong arm takes the fight. He rarely speaks up but shows an unwavering devotion to his father and teachers who have forged him like steel.

While reserved he known for much like his younger sister having a beautiful singing voice yet rarely will he use it. It is believe he is currently in a relationship with a woman he should not be and that they are truly in love, or so the rumors say. Yet his father pays it no mind, what is known is that no one would contest Gryffith Stark as a fine warrior he is not as boisterous and brash as the other North men would prefer from the nobles. His temper controlled as thinks reacts and plans a reaction to whatever comes his way, he is no great knight or unblemished warrior but his dueling skills are a shock to many. He has trained across the Kingdoms at the behest of his father.

Beylee Stark
Age: 15 born 187 AC

Appearance:


Description & biography:
Youngest child of Brandon's family a gifted singer and dancer Beylee shuns most of her duties as a lady in favor of spending time with her brothers. She would rather snare hares and put arrows in stags than ever learn about manners and history. She has no time for anything other than her own interests, she dreams of being a great warrior like he father or grand father.

She looks more like her mother of house Mormont than most other Starks, she is eager to see the tournament and is trying to convince Mathias to allow her to act as his squire for it.

House Bolton:

• Rycann "Redmark" Bolton
• Desmond Bolton
• Alaric Bolton
• Raelith Bolton
• Alarra Bolton née Umber
• Robett "The Ravenskin" Bolton
• Rodrick Bolton
• Aden "Quickbolt" Bolton

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Kennel Master: Tarner Locke
Huntsman/Hunting Master: Brack Fenn
Head Cook: Colren Moss
Steward: Waylar Wells
Maester: Warne
Household Guard Captain: Brachyllo Hotoris

Rycann "Redmark" Bolton

Age: 44 (158 A.C.)

Appearance:
The first thing anyone notices about Rycann is inevitably the eponymous burn mark that scarred his face. However, only some might make the observation that the lord of the Dreadfort obscures the untarnished part of his face with his long, dark hair.

Description & biography:

Born the youngest male among three brothers, Rycann's lordship of the Dreadfort was never set in stone. Witnessing the daily duties of his father's court, he had concluded that the politics of Westeros were not for him at an early age. On his sixteenth name day, he had departed the realm he had called home and would soon arrive on the shores of Essos to join the Second Sons mercenary company. His brother Aden, going by the nom de guerre "Quickbolt", had join this group of noble sellswords years prior and had risen to a captaincy due to his tactical prowess and ruthlessness. Serving as his brother's second-in-command, Rycann would quickly adapt to his new environment and pick up on the intricacies of a new field of politics. This one though had a lot more outright bloodshed involved.

Though he was now adventuring in an exotic land, the looming threat of death was always a knife's edge away. Yet, he revelled in this brutality and fought with reckless abandon. This would not be without cost however as an opposing foe nearly burnt off his face with a torch, barely surviving by choking out his foe and being saved by his comrades afterwards. Taking his survival of the crucible as a sign from the gods, he would wear his new scars as a badge of honor and would by then go by the name Redmark. However, it would be his further actions that would cement his reputation.

In the land of Essos, the most visceral of the Boltons' legacy could be freely practised by the two brothers as they were no longer bound by the oath the Starks had imposed upon their house as they were no longer in the North. During prolonged campaigns, those that would be captured among their routed foes that were neither rich nor noble would be flayed as a warning. The poor fools would be rope bound on makeshift wooden crosses, slowly burning away under the hot sun as carrion would come to feast on their flesh. The practice was widely reviled, demoralizing some and hardening others. Unfortunately, this happened to both their enemies and their allies. Their personal sellsword band among the Second Sons would dwindle to a loyal few, more ruthless but just as effective. The names Redmark and Quickbolt were now infamous.

However, his time adventuring would eventually come to an end as a messenger had informed him that tragedy had befallen upon his house, claiming the lives of his father Robett and brother Rodrick. A discussion between the two brothers would result in Aden refusing to give up his position among the Second Sons and the lordship of the Dreadfort had fallen to Rycann. While this might have sparked a potential succession dispute, the Quickbolt would meet his end as he fell off his horse while leading a pursuit mere weeks after Rycann returned to the Dreadfort.

His adventures are now merely memories. Lord Rycann had found himself in the position that he ran away from all those years ago. However, he cannot help but wonder how differently his life would have turned out if he had not returned to fulfill the duty he owed to his house.

Desmond Bolton

Age: 20 (182 A.C.)

Appearance:
His skin is as pale as the snow surrounding the banks of the Weeping Water, hair as brown as first spring's mud on the Lonely Hills. If one were to describe the image of a man from House Bolton, one might have inadvertently described Desmond if it were not for his eyes. Instead of his house's ghost grey eyes, he instead possesses a deep auburn hue like that of his mother.

Description & biography:

The heir presumptive of the Dreadfort, Desmond Bolton indulges in the many pleasures of life that his station affords him. Like many others of his house, rumours surround his vices but none can be too sure about their true nature. However, unlike his kin, it is not just violence that plagues his reputation. Desmond supposedly beds many of the common folk women in a private residence at White Harbor while also squandering his father's wealth on frivolous luxuries imported from the other lands.

While a first born son of House Bolton, Desmond is uncharacteristically social for a Northman. Preferring the intrigues of southern court life over a Northern feast or melee, Desmond spent most of his teenage years as a page in the Reach under House Tarly and found the other kingdoms to be more vibrant and festive than his own. Even today, he keeps correspondence with his former hosts and attends events all over the Seven Kingdoms if only to avoid confinement of the cold walls of his own keep.

Alaric Bolton

Age: 17 (185 A.C.)

Appearance:
Standing at over six feet and weighing at sixteen stone, the heavyset Alaric strikes a memorable figure at first glance. While the youngest of Rycann's children, he is easily the most imposing in appearance as he also possess the lineage's signature grey eyes. A calm demeanour constantly masks his face though many take to mean and assume that he is naturally cold and aloof.

Description & biography:

The second son of House Bolton and named after his mother, he is the clear favourite among Rycann's children. Unlike his brother who spent his formative years in the Reach, Alaric stayed in the North and had squired under Torrhen "Silver Fang" of House Stark instead. He was already naturally gifted in physical endeavours while the lessons from his mentor and his father would only further his martial talents.

While his grandfather was infamous in obscuring every endeavour he undertook, Alaric is seemingly becoming the Ravenskin's antithesis. The young lordling does not hold many secrets and is blunt with his words, accidentally offending his peers from time to to time. However, what he lacks in guile, he makes up for with nerves of steel and a heart of stone. Acting in the name of his father, Alaric has personally put criminals to the sword without as much as flinching.

Raelith Bolton

Rycann's only surviving sibling. While the title "Lady of the Dreadfort" would usually go to a female ruler of House Bolton or the ruling lord's wife, it finds contemporary usage in reference to Raelith. The lady Alarra detests her presence at court.

Alarra Bolton née Umber

Age: 36 (168 A.C.)

Description & biography:
Once promised to be wed to Rodrick, Alarra would instead become Rycann's lady wife. A daughter of house Umber, she is noticeably taller than Rycann and is known for her straightforwardness.

Robett "The Ravenskin" Bolton

Description & biography:
The late lord father of Rycann, the Ravenskin was known for many things and only half of those may be true. There was one thing apparent about his lordship of the Dreadfort and it was how he seemingly knew everything that went on in his realm.

Thus, one of the most prominent rumours about Robett was that he was a skinchanger and observed his domain through the eyes of ravens.

Rodrick Bolton

Description & biography:
Rycann's eldest brother and once heir-presumptive to the Dreadfort. By all accounts, he was a fine noble who had a bright future that was snuffed out.

Aden "Quickbolt" Bolton

Description & biography:
Second son of the Ravenskin and brother to Rodrick and Rycann, Aden was a lordling who loved fighting in melees and attending tourneys. Eventually, he would travel east to carve out his own fortune. He was renowned for his fighting prowess, specially with a crossbow.

He would meet an unfortunate end while chasing down his foes on horseback, accidentally getting bucked off and cracking his skull on impact.