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Godric Stark
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[color=6ecff6]Age:[/color] 21

[color=6ecff6]Appearance:[/color]
Just a bit shorter than the average nobleman but still taller than most peasants, Godric has thick red hair that somehow curls itself into messes no matter how much it is combed, a fact that unless trimmed almost to a buzz cut makes him look like a vagabond even in fine clothes. His eyes are a very dark, almost black colour that people have described as either a soulless void or a reflection of the night sky depending on their disposition towards him. He has a somewhat distinctive gait, even when walking slowly his legs have far more movement in the knees and calves as if he is always rushing to be somewhere. 
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[color=6ecff6]Description & biography:[/color]
Godric Stark is son of Coeman Stark, son of Brandon Stark, son of Artos. As a baby and as a child, Godric was very large leading to great hopes that he could grow into a warrior to proudly represent the House in any tourney. Alas, as the boy reached puberty he barely grew at all, leaving him if anything somewhat shorter than much of his family if still taller than commoners.

Still, all the whisperings into his ears that he was destined for great things never left him. He didn't need to be a monster of muscle to make a name for himself. He trained, he studied, he dreamed of a great destiny for himself. Whatever plans his family might have for him, he would be ready to fulfill them so long as his efforts were recognized.

With the passing of time, he feared that his labours were for not. He fought great warriors and Knights, he gained the praise of the Maesters, and yet it seemed there was naught for him. But a day dawned that it was suggested he might marry one of the Targaryen Princesses at the edge of their dynasty. He was overyjoyed, and made sure to have a good showing for himself by fighting in a tourney in the capital. Though he didn't win, the honourable position of fourth place among many more experienced Knights was nonetheless impressive. All seemed well and indeed even the Targaryen girl seemed to be receptive to this.

The negotiations for the marriage were coming to a close, when Godric's world was turned upside down. Suddenly everyone in the capital seemed cold, distant in his presence. His brother came forth, demanding if a whole slew of accusations was true. Supposedly Godric had slandered the Targaryens in a drunken rant, it was claimed he had called them inbred madmen unworthy of being royalty. He denied all of this, but none were convinced. So great was the shame was that not only was he recalled to the North, his father gave him a simple ultimatum. He would take vows and head to the Wall, or he would he would be quietly made to disappear. It didn't matter to him, so long as the King was appeased. 

He seethed and writhed and cried, but what choice did Godric have? He took his vows, and went North. Briefly, he tried to make the best of the situation. Perhaps he could ascend to leadership of the Watch, perhaps he could become a great hero here to be remembered forever just as Artos for defence of the realm.

But, this wouldn't be. As the reality of this cold exile set in, with each passing day he felt more resentful and betrayed than he already had. 

Finally, he decided he had enough. He didn't deserve any of this, and after discussions with a few fellows that had a distaste for their position he chose mutiny. 
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