[OOC] The Wards of The King- A Song of Ice and Fire Roleplay

[ViolentViolet]

@Obscene Symphony
I would assume as much?

[smarty0114]

I'm going to start working on a Lannister, I'd be remiss to not take the Lion as my sigil.

@Lionheart

Alrighty :)

Would it be safe to say that the Targaryen ward is the King's child?

@Obscene Symphony

It would be very safe to say that XD

[Obscene Symphony]

Is a written description okay for my character? I cannot find a photograph that works :/

[Kaalee]

PM me @Obscene Symphony, and I'll see if I can find it.

[Lionheart]

I hope no picture is all right, if I need one though I'll go hunting.

Lannister

Appearance: A tall man standing at about 6', he has the build of a runner, lean and fit without particularly bulky muscles. His golden hair is messy and fails where it may, sometimes obscuring his eyes which are a piercing green. His unshaven face bears slight stubble, creases that come from smiling, and he has a small scar on his right cheek.

"He's got the look of a Lion, he does. Graceful and majestic."

"Why use a sword when a silver-tongue is a lot cleaner?"

Name: Willam Lannister
Nickname:
Age: 16
House: Lannister
Parents:
His Mother, Lady Jeyne Marbrand is a kind, brave woman who will talk your ear off about the the most senseless things. Probabably where Willam got his people skills from. She's youngest daughter of Lord Rylan Marbrand of Ashmark.

His Father, Lord Garric Lannister is a strong and proud man, who is known to almost never show hesitation and always know the right answer. Actually, he just perfected the art of always seeming like he knew the best course of action. He has been a beloved Lord for a long time, now, and despite a number of flaws when it comes to tactics he is still highly competent. He cares a lot for his people and attempts to be a good role model, polite and generous, if a bit strict on those under his command at times.

Siblings: Willam has a single younger sister named Rose who's a decade younger.

Personality: Willam is a bright, carefree, and gregarious person. He hates responsibility and the "Stuffy nobles" that dwell in the castle and would much rather be out amongst the common people, talking and working where he can. Willam's a peace-loving man who'll try his best to talk himself out of any situation.

He is the epitome of "Lordly courtesy" as he never forgets his manners, indeed he finds the best method to being diplomatic is courtesy and food, lots of food. He loves meeting new people and thoroughly enjoys the company of trusted friends.

Skills: Willam isn't as physically imposing as his father or other young men his age, he makes up for that in part by his weapon choice and in part by his fighting style. Willam utilizes the spear's superior reach to deftly knock aside strikes and stay out of his enemies range. He uses swift footwork and some trickery to send his foes off balance. Though he's no slouch with a sword either, being trained by the best teachers Lannister gold could buy. In addition he is a very accomplished Falconer, using his bird Medea to hunt small game.
Religion: Faith of the Seven.

Bio: Willam grew up as the only son to one of the most powerful men in Westeros, as such it'd be an understatement to say he felt a little bit of pressure from his father. So he was trained day in and day out to succeed his father, though Willam didn't really enjoy any of it as he's grown older he finds the skills more and more invaluable. He was absolutely ecstatic when his younger sister was born and is deeply devoted to her, parting from her has been one of the most painful things the young man has done.

Other: He has a tendency to sneak out of the castle and pretend he's a normal boy, the longest he's gone was 3 days before his father found him.

[smarty0114]

I hope no picture is all right, if I need one though I'll go hunting.

Lannister

Appearance: A tall man standing at about 6', he has the build of a runner, lean and fit without particularly bulky muscles. His golden hair is messy and fails where it may, sometimes obscuring his eyes which are a piercing green. His unshaven face bears slight stubble, creases that come from smiling, and he has a small scar on his right cheek.

"He's got the look of a Lion, he does. Graceful and majestic."

"Why use a sword when a silver-tongue is a lot cleaner?"

Name: Willam Lannister
Nickname:
Age: 16
House: Lannister
Parents:
His Mother, Lady Jeyne Marbrand is a kind, brave woman who will talk your ear off about the the most senseless things. Probabably where Willam got his people skills from. She's youngest daughter of Lord Rylan Marbrand of Ashmark.

His Father, Lord Garric Lannister is a strong and proud man, who is known to almost never show hesitation and always know the right answer. Actually, he just perfected the art of always seeming like he knew the best course of action. He has been a beloved Lord for a long time, now, and despite a number of flaws when it comes to tactics he is still highly competent. He cares a lot for his people and attempts to be a good role model, polite and generous, if a bit strict on those under his command at times.

Siblings: Willam has a single younger sister named Rose who's a decade younger.

Personality: Willam is a bright, carefree, and gregarious person. He hates responsibility and the "Stuffy nobles" that dwell in the castle and would much rather be out amongst the common people, talking and working where he can. Willam's a peace-loving man who'll try his best to talk himself out of any situation.

He is the epitome of "Lordly courtesy" as he never forgets his manners, indeed he finds the best method to being diplomatic is courtesy and food, lots of food. He loves meeting new people and thoroughly enjoys the company of trusted friends.

Skills: Willam isn't as physically imposing as his father or other young men his age, he makes up for that in part by his weapon choice and in part by his fighting style. Willam utilizes the spear's superior reach to deftly knock aside strikes and stay out of his enemies range. He uses swift footwork and some trickery to send his foes off balance. Though he's no slouch with a sword either, being trained by the best teachers Lannister gold could buy. In addition he is a very accomplished Falconer, using his bird Medea to hunt small game.
Religion: Faith of the Seven.

Bio: Willam grew up as the only son to one of the most powerful men in Westeros, as such it'd be an understatement to say he felt a little bit of pressure from his father. So he was trained day in and day out to succeed his father, though Willam didn't really enjoy any of it as he's grown older he finds the skills more and more invaluable. He was absolutely ecstatic when his younger sister was born and is deeply devoted to her, parting from her has been one of the most painful things the young man has done.

Other: He has a tendency to sneak out of the castle and pretend he's a normal boy, the longest he's gone was 3 days before his father found him.

@Lionheart

Accepted :)

[Obscene Symphony]

Prince Artoran Tritan Sand

Appearance

_{Pictured here in rare condition: Frowning, and with minimal adornments. Photo pre-scarring (see Other). He stands at 5'11 with the lean, well-muscled form of an acrobat and boasts brown eyes with copper flecks that give them a strange reddish hue from a distance, not unlike rust.}

”The boy has fire in his blood, to say the least. Fire and wine, and no small amount of venom."

”What good is a life without pleasures? Pleasures of drink, of combat, of flesh, anything to keep the blood boiling, really.”

Name: Prince Artoran Tritan Sand

Nickname: Toran (used by his friends and family)
Scorched One (used by peasants and lesser nobility - widely known, never said to his face lest the speaker value his tongue)

Age: 17

House: Martell

Parents: Toran’s father, Prince Mikael Martell, could have competed even with his great uncle Oberyn in his lustful tendencies; he had many children by many women, and loved and cared for all of his children and their mothers.

Toran’s mother, Dardana Namieith, was no different. She cared greatly for Mikael, and he in return, though the Prince was too unsettling in his desires to choose any single bride and thus, never married.

Siblings: Three half-sisters and four half-brothers, some as old as twenty-seven or as young as two. He is the eldest known son, and the third child.

Personality: Toran is firstly and most predominantly charming. A savvy ladies man (well, anyone’s man, really) he is most often found enjoying himself in some way or another, be it training, lounging, or endlessly flirting. His soul is as light as his feet, and he has few cares in the world. His anger bears striking likeness to a whip; fast, loud and painful. Like any self-respecting Dornishman, he is deeply rooted to his family. He believes that kindness is never wasted, although he's been known to hold grudges over long-kept family fueds (COUGH COUGH Lannisters).

Skills: Strange as it sounds, Toran adores acrobatics, and implements it in spear fighting (any true Dornishman would know how to fight with a spear) and hand-to-hand combat. Lately, he's been particularly enjoying the challenge of fighting with a staff or a dagger, and carries his staff with him. He is quite gifted with animals (particularly Toruk, his pet and companion of sorts) and has learned much from his maester-in-training sister about fire and every way he can get his hands on to make and control it. He has trained long and hard to use fire smoothly in combat, but is still restricted in this skill to simple manoeuvres.

Religion: Born into the Faith of The Seven, though he does not actively practice.

Bio: Born the bastard son of Prince Mikael Martell, Toran grew up with a life unheard of for bastards in any other country in Westeros. Where a bastard in King’s Landing or Winterfell would face disgrace and shun, he enjoyed nobility and luxury, a large family and boastful wealth. With his family’s standing greatly improved after King Daerys took a Martell, Toran’s aunt no less, as his Queen. He spent his days enjoying the best food and wine, learning and training with court Maesters and fine combat teachers, and endlessly flirting with whatever beauty happened to catch his eye. He travelled often to King’s Landing, as his father and the Queen were quite close.
His father answered the King’s summons, and with help from his queen aunt, Toran was in. He looks forward to seeing his aunt and Targaryen cousins, enjoying King’s Landing and perhaps earning some ‘favour’ with the other wards.

Other: Toran gets his name “Scorched One” from an accident that happened when he first started training with fire. He received severe burns on his arms, left hip and the right side of his neck/face. Luckily, due to a talented maester, his wounds healed with very little disfiguration; really, the most noticeable feature of these scars are that they are starkly pale in comparison to his otherwise tan skin. While he doesn’t really resent the scars, he despises the name, as it implies failure. Few people have called him that name sincerely and left the room intact.

Sheet subject to minor edits! If anything major comes up I'll let you guys know.

@smarty0114 Look alright to you?

[smarty0114]

Prince Artoran Tritan Sand

Appearance

_{Pictured here in rare condition: Frowning, and with minimal adornments. Photo pre-scarring (see Other).}

”The boy has fire in his blood, to say the least. Fire and wine, and no small amount of venom."

”What good is a life without pleasures? Pleasures of drink, of combat, of flesh, anything to keep the blood boiling, really.”

Name: Prince Artoran Tritan Sand

Nickname: Toran (used by his friends and family)
Scorched One (used by peasants and lesser nobility - widely known, never said to his face lest the speaker value his tongue)

Age: 17

House: Martell

Parents: Toran’s father, Prince Mikael Martell, could have competed even with his great uncle Oberyn in his lustful tendencies; he had many children by many women, and loved and cared for all of his children and their mothers.

Toran’s mother, Dardana Namieith, was no different. She cared greatly for Mikael, and he in return, though the Prince was too unsettling in his desires to choose any single bride and thus, never married.

Siblings: Three half-sisters and four half-brothers, some as old as twenty-seven or as young as two. He is the eldest known son, and the third child.

Personality: Toran is firstly and most predominantly charming. A savvy ladies man (well, anyone’s man, really) he is most often found enjoying himself in some way or another, be it training, lounging, or endlessly flirting. His soul is as light as his feet, and he has few cares in the world. His anger bears striking likeness to a whip; fast, loud and painful.

Skills: Strange as it sounds, Toran adores acrobatics, and implements it in spear fighting and hand-to-hand combat. He is quite gifted with animals (particularly Toruk, his pet and companion of sorts) and has learned much from his maester-in-training sister about fire and every way he can get his hands on to make and control it. He has trained long and hard to use fire smoothly in combat, but is still restricted in this skill to simple manoeuvres.

Religion: None, really.

Bio: Born the bastard son of Prince Mikael Martell, Toran grew up with a life unheard of for bastards in any other country in Westeros. Where a bastard in King’s Landing or Winterfell would face disgrace and shun, he enjoyed nobility and luxury, a large family and boastful wealth. With his family’s standing greatly improved after King Daerys took a Martell, Toran’s aunt no less, as his Queen. He spent his days enjoying the best food and wine, learning and training with court Maesters and fine combat teachers, and endlessly flirting with whatever beauty happened to catch his eye. He travelled often to King’s Landing, as his father and the Queen were quite close.
His father answered the King’s summons, and with help from his queen aunt, Toran was in. He looks forward to seeing his aunt and Targaryen cousins, enjoying King’s Landing and perhaps earning some ‘favour’ with the other wards.

Other: Toran gets his name “Scorched One” from an accident that happened when he first started training with fire. He received severe burns on his arms, left hip and the right side of his neck/face. Luckily, due to a talented maester, his wounds healed with very little disfiguration; really, the most noticeable feature of these scars are that they are starkly pale in comparison to his otherwise tan skin. While he doesn’t really resent the scars, he despises the name, as it implies failure. Few people have called him that name sincerely and left the room intact.

Sheet subject to minor edits! If anything major comes up I'll let you guys know.

@smarty0114 Look alright to you?

@Obscene Symphony

Acceptamundo :)

[Odysseus]

Can I claim the Baratheon brat?

[Kaalee]

Go ahead, it's all yours.

[Kaalee]

That leaves the Tully Ward, as well as any other characters anyone wants to make.

[Odysseus]

Considering it's ASOIAF, many characters are basically a requirement XD. So I may make more as time goes on.

As I am typing up my character, I'm curious: will this roleplay be more of a "slice of life", "King's Landing meets reality TV" roleplay, or will there be themes and content similar to the show/books? Because note, most of the actual characters were younger in the books than our characters.

[Obscene Symphony]

Considering it's ASOIAF, many characters are basically a requirement XD. So I may make more as time goes on.

As I am typing up my character, I'm curious: will this roleplay be more of a "slice of life", "King's Landing meets reality TV" roleplay, or will there be themes and content similar to the show/books? Because note, most of the actual characters were younger in the books than our characters.

@Odysseus

I'm hoping lots of both, but I figure you're not asking me.

Also to everyone, I'm making minor edits to Toran. I don't know if you guys care that much, lol. I added some height/build information and I believe I'll be changing his weapon of choice from spear to staff and dagger.

[smarty0114]

Ya the main theme here will be more mystery and intrigue but it will be somewhat slice of life at some points.

[Odysseus]

I'm going to edit in a sheet for his sister shortly. This was originally a one line idea for his sister, then I thought it was a cool concept and went with it. Also, I couldn't find a good picture. If anyone else has a good one in mind, please share with me!

The Bear and the Boar

Beregard Baratheon

Appearance/Approximate Representation: Beregard is a tall, strong youth - but slender, able to move suddenly and fast. His fair falls wildly around his face, curly and black and his eyes are a piercing blue - like a tradition Baratheon. His jawline is on the thin side and his chin sharp - as well as his nose. Beregard always seems to have dirt under his fingernails, and on his clothing.



There must be something wrong with Beregard, to have been sent away like he was. Boy's probably not all there in the head.

-- Lord Allus Dondarrion, in reference to Beregard's absence at court

A Baratheon needs to hunt. Or so I'm told.

-- Bear

Name: Beregard Baratheon

Nickname: Bear

Age: 17

House: Baratheon

Parents: Bear's mother, Osyra, rules the Stormlands. She is a tall, bony woman with long silvery black hair that is said to sweep the floor when she walks. Osyra is said to be as devoted to R'hllor as Stannis was - in fact, she regularly holds rituals in Storm's End, and the villagers are said to have nightmares from the noises that rise from the castle during the rituals. Osyra employs several priests and priestesses of R'hllor as her personal council - and all are said to be powerful magicians, strengthened by the return of dragons. It is said that Osyra is extremely bitter about her family's loss of the Crown, almost to the point of madness. Bear's father, Rolynd, was of House Connington and took his wife's name. He passed away a few years ago.

Siblings: Beregard has an older brother, Boremund, who is diplomatic and bookish. He also has an older sister, a bastard named Belinda, who is a master huntress, and spends most of her time in the wildernesses of the world. She has been from Asshai and back again, hunting different game with her brother.

Personality: Bear has little regard for pleasantries. He is blunt and often not political in his remarks. He has little value for 'noble blood', and tends to not judge based on class (although he reserves many other reasons to judge people). Bear often thinks less of nobles for being soft and weak; he was raised to respect cunning and a will for survival. Not artificial cunning, learned from books or from jousting competitions, but from living in nature and surviving by yourself, not relying on a servant. Bear's favorite past-time is hunting, and he loves to show off his trophies. Bear also tends to lack social graces expected of nobles.

Skills: Bear is a remarkable hunter. He can track game and set traps with ease, and is excellent with a bow. That being said, his swordplay could use serious work, and even an apprentice could probably best him in melee combat, and he doesn't know the ass end of a horse from its face. He can also hunt - and therefore fight - with a spear and with nets. Bear is fast and always away of his surroundings - habits from when he hunted dangerous game in wild lands such as Sothoryos.

Religion: Bear respects the power R'hlloran priests command, but he isn't sure about the God itself. He believes in the power of nature as an entity.

Bio: When the nobility speaks of the next Baratheon generation, most only know to mention Boremund, the heir, and the one who makes all of the appearances at courts. The younger brother, as well as the bastard sister, are often left out. This is, in fact, intentional. Osyra does not talk of her youngest, and when people ask, she waves them off. "Bear will never be my heir, he will never have a say in governing. What do you care about him? Be gone with you!" Is what many a noble have heard from the Lady Paramount of the Stormlands.

In reality, Bear was raised in Storm's End for the beginning of his life. He was trained in everything a normal noble boy was trained in. He was taught by a maester, learned swordplay by a knight, taught religious rituals by a priest of R'hllor. However, unlike other nobles, a close friend of Osyra, a convicted poacher, would take Bear into the woods to hunt game. At first it was rabbits, raccoon, that sort of thing. Then, they started hunting deer and boars. Even, yes, bears. When Beregard was 13, he was a dual noble in training as well as a decent hunter. And then, on his thirteenth birthday, he was taken away in the dead of night, put on a boat, and set sail for the Free Cities. His sister Belinda was with him. She only said that the Baratheons needed them to hunt. And so they hunted.

For the next four years, Beregard and Belinda traveled the world together, hunting every animal known to man, from the most benign to the most dangerous. They knew no comforts afforded to the other members of Baratheon blood. They lived off the land, stole or took what they needed. Belinda was extremely hard in training Bear, and for many years he resented her for pushing him so hard. Eventually, however, the two bonded and are now extremely close. They can practically communicate without talking. They have been from Asshai to the jungles of Sothoryos looking for dangerous creatures to hunt.

When Daerys demanded a ward, Osyra gladly accepted. Daerys expected Boremund, but instead he got Beregard. The king was mildly shocked. He only half believed that this Baratheon child really existed. And who was that strange woman that accompanied him? More importantly, why did they smell so bad...

Other: Might fill in as the RP goes on.

Belinda Storm

She will make Baratheon strong again.

-- Lady Osyra Baratheon

The trick to hunting is to take away what makes your prey strong.

-- Belinda

Name: Belinda Storm

Nickname: Belinda the Boar

Age: 24

House: Baratheon

Parents: Shares a mother with Bear. Her father was Isyac, a commoner and convicted poacher who Osyra fell in love with. Once she had Belinda, she elevated Isyac to the role of special adviser. He took it upon himself to train Bear and Belinda both, and then send them off into the world to hunt. He had a special plan in mind for them...

Siblings: Half-sister of Boremund Baratheon and Beregard Baratheon.

Personality: Belinda is a nasty, mean woman. She has less manners than a convicted raper, a nobleman has been quoted saying. Belinda doesn't care who she offends or who is her enemy. In fact, a casual observer would wonder what she does care about. She lacks any social graces, much like Bear but to an even greater extent. She has no hint of nobility in her... and yet, she can display nobility when she wants to. Like a flipped switch, Belinda can blend in with Kings and Queens. It's unsettling, to those that have seen it in action.

Skills: Belinda is a master huntress, having known how to use a bow since she was a toddler. She can track game, move silently and quickly, and is like a walking bestiary. She doesn't know how to use a sword, however, but is mildly skilled in spears and netting. She also knows a few incantations that the R'hlloran priests taught her. She seems to be able to summon an air of unluckiness about her, where her enemies (mostly non-human) find themselves stumbling and failing at everything they do. This is done rarely, however, and greatly tires her out.

Religion: Belinda believes God can be found in nature, and holds nothing sacred except what she can see.

Bio: Belinda's childhood was spent in Storm's End, being raised by Isyac. Isyac always trained her to hunt, ever since she could pick up a bow. She would always ask why, and Isyac would always reply that the Baratheons needed to hunt. That the Stags needed to hunt. Isyac often trained Belinda to the point of exhaustion, where her body would physically break down. She had a rough childhood with few pleasantries. She rarely saw her mother, Osyra, but when she did, the Lady Paramount always looked at her with pride. "You will restore the House Baratheon, one day, child," Osyra would always say. It would give Belinda something to feel proud of during all the days that Isyac pushed her near the edge of losing it all.

When Belinda was 18, she left home and hunted abroad with Isyac. They traveled to extremely harsh lands, such as Beyond the Wall, or the hottest jungles of Sothoryos. When she turned 20, Isyac died unexpectedly in a wyvern attack. Belinda killed the Wyvern and returned to Storm's End to share the news of her father's demise. Osyra was devastated, and muttered something about "the plan must move forward!". The next thing Belinda knew, she was on a boat with a young boy she barely knew, set sail for the city of Myr. "Train this boy to be as good as you," Osyra said. "As good as Isyac was. Do this, and you will make Baratheon strong again."

Other: Will Update as the story goes on.

[Emma]

ok this looks amazing!! What houses are still open for a ward??

[Kaalee]

House Tully, but you can also be a different character, like a lesser House staying at court or the such!

[Emma]

Tully it is then!! :D thank you!

[Lionheart]

Or one of the ward's servants, friends, ladies-in-waiting etc.

[Obscene Symphony]

Speaking of which, If anyone wants to, Toran could have an additional character (like an attendant or something) if need be. If anyone WOULD ever like to do that they could PM me.