Personality: Warren was once a carefree child, simply enjoying his sword-fighting lessons and playing games with his younger siblings. Whenever he's with allies, family, or friends, he becomes quiet, simply letting them to discuss tactics, matters of court, or whatever else they may be speaking about. On the other hand, with people he doesn't trust, he'll put on a mask. He becomes boisterous, excitable, and seems obsessed with his own self importance.
Bio: Warren was born out of a loving relationship between his mother and father. While most relationships in the kingdom of Westeros were simply arranged and a cold, unfeeling affair, his parents deeply loved each other. They would do anything for the other, and this love was the same for his children. His father would do his best to teach Warren to be just and fair so that, one day, he would become just as great a lord as his father. While the Darley were not a significant house originally, his father made them one of the most prominent players in the North. It was because of this newfound power that King Aerys had to get rid of him. He accused them of false claims of treason, and ordered Warren's father arrested. They stormed the fort, and while the household guard did their best to hold them off, they killed Warren's parents. Warren, at the young age of 14, was named the new Lord of Castle Darley.
"Be Just, And Fear Not."
King Aerys, or Robert Baratheon: Like most of the North, his house supports Robert's rebellion.
Father: James Darley III, executed by the Mad King Aerys Targaryen.
Mother: Adabelle Bathurst, executed by the Mad King Aerys Targaryen, along with her husband.
Sons: None.
Daughters: None.
Brothers:
- Albert Darley, 14 years old.
- Goodwin Darley, 8 years old.
Sisters:
- Ansley Darley, the twin of Albert Darley, 14 years old.
Other notable members of house:
- Head of guard Raleigh Holland, 33 years old.
Equipment:
- A suit of leather and plate armor that focuses upon protection of the arm and legs. -Occasionally wears a helmet. - A simple valyrian steel longsword with a red scabbard. - A large black warhorse named "Louen".
Clothing: - A simple black tunic with his family's sigil of a dog, as well as black trousers and black boots. He wears a fur cloak when outdoors to keep himself warm.
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Extra Info: Sometimes carries a valyrian steel dagger.
Much the same as his father, and his father before him Tytan Annordale is an audacious, headstrong man filled with life and love and strength. He is a social person, mingling easily with the high and lowborn alike, and is well known for his fair company. His friendly nature is compounded by a strong sense of competitiveness, in the physical and romantic sides of life. He feels the need to perfect himself, to act in a manner worthy of his predecessors, and for the most part this goal is achievable. The Knights Annordale have always served House Mallister of Seagard, since his great grandfather was first raised into Mallister service from lowly levies, to landed knights of the Ironman's Bay. Defending the shores, and throwing the Ironborn reavers back into the sea from whence they came. As such Tytan is a man of spartan tastes, simple and direct, preferring straightforward and apt violent solutions over tricks and wile.
Bio:
Long before Tytan was born the Ironborn reavers would sail ashore in the night and avail themselves to the bounty of the Riverlands. The proud raiders would rape and steal and burn their way across the lands of House Mallister, and Ironman's Bay, keeping to the coast and vanishing like smoke before armed resistance could be mustered. One such day near two hundred Ironborn traveled far burning a village and taking with them salt-wives and a harvest of the field. Lord Mallister rallied his knights and lancers riding in pursuit of the Ironborn, but they were to close to the coast, and had merely to cross a wide river to escape to their longships. Upon arriving at the bridge across the Ironborn found ten levied men, lowborn, with simple arms and armor whose homes had been raided previously. They held the bridge, refusing to move aside, standing firm behind their shields even under a hail of arrows and spears. Knowing Lord Mallister would soon arrive the Ironborn ordered the men aside, saying they would spare their lives if only they give up their weapons and yield the bridge. One man, armed with a rusting mace and chain stood firm ahead of all the others and gave their response. "Come. Take it."
The Ironborn tried. Again and again they charged hoping to break the levies with force of numbers, but the narrow bridge afford the tightly packed footmen the advantage and they threw the Ironborn back each time. The Ironborn tried fire, they tried arrows and spears, they tried swords and axes, fist and tooth and nail. They tried swimming the river but sharp eyed bowmen from the bridge picked them off in the water. In one last desperate push the Ironborn made some headway, slaying all but one of the defenders, and it was in that near moment of triumph that Lord Mallister fell upon their rear and slaughtered them to a man, not that there were many left. Those few held back two hundred and slew or maimed near a hundred and thirty.
The sole surviving man was named Falvor, a farm hand turned vengeful warrior. The man armed with mace and chain. Lord Mallister gave Falvor to his own maester, who tended his many wounds. Once he was healed Lord Mallister knighted him Ser Falvor Annordale for the river he held, and offered lands and a tower seat close to the shore, even squiring the man's son himself, all for his courage and dedication. Ever since that day the sons of Annordale have served closely with the Mallister's, even once acting as castellan for Seagard. Tytan Annordale was born into this way of life and service for the Mallisters. He was squired by a Mallister son, acquitting himself admirably and was knighted for his efforts young at nineteen. His friendly nature afforded him many fast friends located along the Ironman's Bay, and he would spend many days riding up and down the coastline with his young companions, hunting, and fighting among other acts of youthful pleasure. They found little in the way of proper battle there, the Ironborn had long been beaten and cowed, and only the occasional scrap could be fought. He was sure this perpetual peace would last forever, and his lust for battle would never be stated. However, single moon cycle after Tytan's twenty-first nameday, Lord Hoster Tully called the banners. The Riverlord had allied himself with the rebels Eddard Stark, Jon Arryn, and Robert Baratheon dragging the Riverlands into the war. Glory was on the horizon, Lord Mallister of Seagard was rallying his knights and levies to join Lord Hoster Tully at Riverun, and fighting in the Stormlands had already begun. The war was brewing fast and young Ser Tytan Annordale planned to be in the thick of it.
Father: Ser Gregory Annordale, a man of forty with silvering blonde hair and stern eyes.
Mother: Lady Saylla Annordale nee Keemon, a women in her late thirties and beautiful enough.
Sisters: Lollen Annordale, a girl just reaching fifteen and Tytan's younger sister, who just so happened to be very popular amongst his friends.
Equipment:
All Annordale's carry both longsword and the fabled mace and chain, simple weapons passed down from generation to generation. Tytan only just came into possession of the ancestral device, and can wield it with apparent skill, but he would rather draw his sword then twirl about the cumbersome spiked mace. Instead it serves as a signifier more than anything else, and he carries it strapped to his horse's saddle, where should the situation dictate, it can be drawn and employed. Lance and shield are always a must for knightly cavalry, and Tytan carries them as well, the shield hung across his back, and the lance strapped opposite of the mace, pointing up towards the sky like a thin sapling.
Armor/Clothing
Tytan has never been one for undue finery. He wears simple garb, wool breaches and a black leather doublet with the sigil of his family emblazoned over his heart. For armor he dons a ringmail huaberk, a mail coif with a black tabbard over it. Mail gauntlets and a steel bascinet protects his hands and head whilst a studded black mail skirt protects his upper legs. Across his chest, and on his shield are the blaze of red fire and the spiked mace and chain that signifies the Annordale's.
