[OOC] Game of Thrones: The Shadow Tower

[Sightles]

"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."
―The Night's Watch oath

Everything you need to know about the Night's Watch

The Shadow Tower, one of the three castles still manned by the Night's Watch. The Shadow Tower has the biggest garrison, and has more resources allocated to it than the other two castles. You have recently joined a Night's Watch recruiter's caravan to the Wall, in order to swear in as a brother of the Night's Watch. Be you a bastard, a thief, an exile, or simply a person looking for glory on the Night's Watch, you all have arrived here, hoping to become Rangers of the fabled Night's Watch and fight back the coming winter.

This is a Games of Throne inspired RP, based on the organization of the Night's Watch. This RP takes place 2 years before the events of the series and books, although characters and events from the series might seep into the RP at times. You'll be playing the part of a member of the Night's Watch. My main priority is for everyone to have fun, and I will overlook rules, and lore, in order to insure everyone has their own kind of fun. This means I am willing to make an exception for just about any type of character you wish to run.

Everyone will start out in the courtyard of the Shadow Tower, having just arrived after a long journey, and aclaimating themselves before starting training.

(FEEL FREE TO USE YOUR OWN BIO FORMAT, AS LONG AS IT'S DESCRIPTIVE OF YOUR CHARACTER.)

Bio Format:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Clothing (Besides the Night's Watch uniform):
Weapons (Night Watch will supply if you don't own any):
Personality:
History (Optional):

Current Members:

Sightles/1/Soah Lander
Templar Knight/1/Garret Pinecone
CallingField/1/Lucas Arryn
Tearstone/1/Corvin Snow
Hakai/1/Raven Snow

My Bio:

Name: Soah Lander
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Appearance: Soah has shoulder length black hair, that is very unkempt and shaggy. The hair often mats to one part of Soah's head, leaving him looking very ragged. Soah possesses light green eyes that are often hidden by hair that hangs in his face. Soah, being a minor noble's son, is a good amount of muscle mass, but nothing impressive, especially since he stands at only a mere 5'11.

Clothing (Besides the Night's Watch uniform): Soah likes to wear a blue tunic, worn out from extended use, along with a very plain pair of brown pants. Soah also opts to wear a tattered black cloak, the has a very faded heraldry from his family. The heraldry from his family is a red Badger, poised for an attack.

Weapons (Night Watch will supply if you don't own any): Soah was trained averagely in most weapons, but was not great with any of them. Despite only being a average swordsman at best, Soah's father bought him a sword. The sword is of good make, and holds no qualities that would make it unique. The sword lies in a scabbard at Soah's side, which hangs low due to Soah's loose belt.

Personality: Soah is friendly to those he enjoys, loving to spend time talking to them. To those he does not trust, or does not know, he is a gruff man, who speaks only in very short words. One of the qualities he picked up from his father is the ability to only spoke when spoken to, leaving him a quiet man.

History: Soah was born to a minor noble family in the Stormlands. Despising the day-to-day life of nobles, Soah yearned adventure. Rather than join a lord's army, he opted to join the Night's Watch, much to his family's chagrin. His family believed this was a waste of potential, and a son. Soah, however, believed this was his only chance at a real type of adventure, and a way to better the realm.

[TJByrum]

Reserved. Not sure if I want to go the honorable path or the renegade path.

Expect a sword, shield, and bow-using commoner from the North.

[Sightles]

Awesome, I can't wait. Once we get a few people, I'll post the intro.

[Templar Knight]

Name: Garrett Pinecone
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Garrett is the one banging his shield right behind the man in the right foreground whom is raising his sword
Clothing (Besides the Night's Watch uniform): Clansman cloak, one set of linen trousers, rope belt, weaved snow shoes.
Weapons (Night Watch will supply if you don't own any): An iron shortsword, sickle dagger, leather-bound sling for flinging rocks and a short bow(only good for about 100 yards).
Personality:TBW
History (Optional):TBW

Placeholder for me. BTW, I don't know why you bothered putting in gender, The Night's Watch doesn't historically accept Women or Girls into its ranks, only in the time of the books have they been forced to try to integrate some women into the Watch, but even then Jon isn't exactly liked for doing it by the old guard.

[Sightles]

I decided to make a few exceptions, incase someone wanted to play a girl. I'm not going to be 100% strict on the setting. Fun is the number one rule.

[Sightles]

Accepted, BTW

[FateWeaver]

CS will go here.

[Tearstone]

Insert CS here.

Name: Corvin Snow
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'10", short dark brown hair, dark green eyes, pale skin (due to being from the north), average to athletic build, weighs 188, decently strong, a comely young man in his early twenties. Nothing to write home about as far as looks.


Clothing (Besides the Night's Watch uniform): Tends to wear greens and browns when not in the Black gear, or if lots of snowfall, will switch to whites and grays. Has blues and blacks for the Night's Watch. Sports vambraces on each forearm, and tends to wear softboots.
Armor: Studded Leather
Weapons: Knife x2, Handaxe (mainly for chopping wood, hammer backed), Shortbow w/ quiver (32),
hybrid bastard sword- Reaver -

Equipment: Two sets of clothing, a cape or cloak (with or without a hood), boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, belt, bedroll, backpack, two large sacks, two small sacks, a water skin, fishing line and hooks, 4 wire snares, a pair of medium-sized metal "jaw" traps, a set of skinning/tanning knives, 6' light chain, 50' cordage, small mirror, a lantern, frying pan and a fire kit (tinder box, flint & steel, fatwood, pine sap nodules, cat tails, char cord, lantern wick, etc)

Personality: Fairly quiet in unusual situation, likes the solitude of the watch on the wall, or being out in the wild or on patrol. Comfortable in the wild, and decently comfortable around others he trusts, such as his brothers of the Watch (once sworn in). Favors intelligence and wisdom. Smart, assimilates information quickly and intuitively, and can manage disparate sources and make connections quickly. Not given to great bouts of emotion, and instead, tends to plan ahead, thinks before he speaks, and does not waste words. Expects himself and others to perform tasks right the first time, does not do well with sloppiness, has little tolerance for stupidity or time-wasting. Believes that his leaders should be smart enough to take sound advice, as well as recognize intelligence and good ideas around them. Can be a little imaginative, and opens up to people after getting to know them, but it varies person to person, day to day. Loves pitting his skills against man or nature, and always looks to improve things where he can, streamlining and shortening steps without sacrificing results.
History (Optional):

[Hakai]

Name: Raven Snow

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5ft 6in, she’s a slim athletic build. Black hair that reaches her waist and is normally kept in a tight braid or pulled up into a high set ponytail.

Clothing (Besides the Night's Watch uniform): Generally seen wearing black pants and a dark blue shirt under a hard leather vest. Her boots are dark brown from good use but not in bad shape. When not wearing the cloak provided by the Watch she is normally hiding under a heavier cloak made of what most believe to be wolf fur.

Equipment: Two sets of clothing, a cape or cloak (with or without a hood), boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, belt, bedroll, backpack, two large sacks, two small sacks, a water skin, fishing line and hooks, 4 wire snares, a pair of medium-sized metal "jaw" traps, a set of skinning/tanning knives, 6' light chain, 50' cordage, small mirror, a lantern, frying pan and a fire kit (tinder box, flint & steel, fatwood, pine sap nodules, cat tails, char cord, lantern wick, etc)

Weapons (Night Watch will supply if you don't own any): longbow w/ quiver (32), knife, rapier, throwing knife x3

Personality: Generally quiet, reserved. She is one of a more calculated mind then blazing into a situation.

History (Optional):

Still working on it, but enough to get started.

[Sightles]

Awesome!

[Epsir]

Name: Martin Stone
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance: Martin was always seen as a short man, standing at 5'9" with his stature accentuated by a slight, sometimes derided as feminine, build. He has an ovalesque face that always looks very thin, with high, defined cheekbones that lend a certain hollowness to his cheeks. His lips are thin and usually curved into a sneer or snarl at the world. His jawline is slight, sharply defined but thin and unimpressive. His nose has been broken one too many times, and while it's still straight enough the ridge dips in and out at odd intervals. His eyes have somehow remained undamaged, and inside angular, angry looking eyes are two cold green orbs with a clarity of color that defies his otherwise dingy and beaten appearance. He is unmuscular, and never had time for doing much of anything through most of his youth before spending most of his adulthood thus far in a cell. Also as a result of that, he is paler than he should be, spared total whiteness only because there was often no roof over his head while he sat idle.

Clothing: He previously owned a set of prisoners rags but has, since enlisting, aspired to greater things. He's never had money and never wanted any, frankly, and dresses plainly in whatever cheap linens and cottons he can find or legally acquire within the Night's Watch. He is grateful, most of the time, simply to have clothing on his back and sometimes finds himself uncomfortable in the heavy layers of the Night's Watch gear.

Weapons: Hardly a weapon at all but the only thing he could take from his once-home is a short steel knife. It has a wide, single edged blade that Martin thinks might have been for skinning things but he isn't quite sure. The flat bone handle was ornately carved several generations of the Brusilde family ago and as the only son, albeit a bastard, he felt the knife belonged enough to him to claim from an empty house.

Personality: Martin is deeply bitter about his time in the Vale and holds his homeland in his heart with a special sort of contempt. The rest of the world seems just fine so far. He lacks social skills of any sort having spent his life at his dying father's side or in a jail cell, although his attitude towards life makes him tend towards sarcasm. The one thing he does have of any import in the social arena is a stoic face and attitude, something that would have taken him far if not for bad luck. He's a cynical person and has come to a habit of questioning the motives of anyone and anything around him. He considers failure to be a typical state and is genuinely surprised to see anything going right. Strangely enough with that attitude, he absolutely cannot resist a test of chance, maybe as some desperate grasp at being right for once. In addition, his view on society was heavily limited and he finds himself amazed when in the presence of anything resembling a functioning civilization.

History: Martin comes from the Vale. His mother was a prostitute and likely the one that gave his father the venereal disease which would one day claim his father's life. A flesh eating, festering rot that spread from the man's groin into his body at a maliciously slow pace. His other bastard brothers either ran way or died in stupid street brawls over the years and as Martin grew he was the only caretaker of his ailing father. Day after day he would listen to the man's raving about the past and the world at large as the rot overtook his body and his mind. Martin never had time to leave his father's side, venturing away only to tend the property and ensure that some kind of food was growing or provided. One day, Martin's father passed. He had no idea what to do or where to go in life, so he packed up what little he could sell, sold it, and went with the family fortune to gamble. He lost and sold, until what remained was a single knife that his father had raved about particularly much. His father's father's father, on to you now Marty, and so on. He could not sell that knife, and determined on the spot to put his life to better use. It didn't mean much because a few days later he was thrown into a debtor's prison and held at the Eyrie for a time. A significant amount of time. One day a peddler who specialized in 'ladies of the night' who weren't exactly ladies had his go at the dungeons, offering whatever price the lord asked for the finest prisoners of the Vale. Martin, thin of form, was to be sold into prostitution. It was either that, or let some kid watch him thrown from the moon door. He chose the Wall. Martin begged for and was somehow granted leave to take the black and serve the realm as its unlikely protector, and/or steward, in the night.

[Tearstone]

1d4 as in the number of, not damage.
And it has since been removed. Corvin is pretty much a woodsman/woodsguide/hunter/trapper/ranger type, and anybody who's anybody in the outdoors can knock out a pack of stakes in a matter of minutes, even with crappy gear.

Will let :GM know when the CS is finalized for approval, so gear changes and updates, and the like are still incoming.

[CallingField]

Name: Lucas Arryn

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Lucas is an attractive young man with an athletic build. He’s a bit on the shorter side, standing at about 5’7”. His light blonde hair is certainly not short, but doesn’t go all the way down to his shoulders, and his eyes are a very dark brown that almost look black.

Clothing: Having been raised in nobility, Lucas has a habit of dressing very nicely even when it’s impractical, such as when traveling, as he has had little experience being on the road or out in the wild. Incidentally, this ends up showing off his highborn status to the world, making it seem as though he’s intentionally flaunting his wealthy upbringing. He tends to dress in the colors of his house, white and sky-blue.

Weapons: A short sword and dagger, both made from high-quality, castle-forged steel

Personality: Lucas is very outspoken and talkative. He’s seldom at ease unless he can hear the sound of his own voice. He’s brash and impulsive, never putting very much thought into what he says before saying it, no matter how many times his big mouth gets him into trouble. He’s very lazy and unmotivated, rarely putting effort into accomplishing anything unless somebody pushes him to do so. The only thing he’s ever gone out of his way to put effort into is his swordsmanship, making him skilled and knowledgeable at that and very little else. He’s also extremely easygoing, rarely making a fuss when others don’t do things his way. Despite sometimes coming off as abrasive due to his rash and thoughtless behavior, he’s a generous and selfless person who will go out of his way to help others.

History: Lucas grew up in the Eyrie, the ancient seat of House Arryn. His grandfather was the younger brother of Lord Jasper Arryn, Lord Jon’s father. He had only one son, Alyn, before passing away. Ser Alyn, Lucas’ father, was a knight, and did his best to raise his son to be a good and honorable man after Lucas’ mother died of illness when Lucas was a young boy. However, despite his best efforts, Alyn was constantly frustrated with Lucas’ brash attitude and lack of discipline. He pushed Lucas to become a knight for the boy’s whole life, having him trained under the Eyrie’s master of arms from a young age. Lucas had no real desire to do anything in particular with his life, let alone become a knight, but swordplay was one of the few activities he actually enjoyed, so he found himself practicing fairly often, becoming quite proficient for his age.

Spending his whole childhood having his life laid out for him without any real ambitions of his own made Lucas grow complacent, causing him to become dependent on his father making decisions for him. Thus, when Ser Alyn was killed in battle against a band of Stone Crows when Lucas was 15, he was utterly lost. Now merely an orphan from a forgotten cadet branch of House Arryn with nobody to look after him, knowing that he could never hope to someday sit the seat of his House, Lucas was faced with an uncertain future in a frightening world that he didn’t know how to cope with. So, naturally, the comparative security and straightforwardness of being a brother of the Night’s Watch was rather alluring to him. Over a year after his father’s death, Lucas finally made it known that he planned on taking the black. He was never close to anyone of the main branch of House Arryn, and he had no other family left aside from them, so there was nobody who cared enough about him to oppose his decision and he set off for the Wall.

[Sightles]

Tearstone and CallingField are both accepted! I'm going to wait for a another person or two before we start, if that's okay!

[CallingField]

Sweet

[Tearstone]

Uh, im not done yet...

[Tearstone]

I suppose Corvin has enough to start RPing though.

[Hakai]

Character posted. I feel like the odd woman out LOL

[Tearstone]

Maybe I should put up a woman as well?

[Sightles]

Accepted! Waiting for one member