[OOC] Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

[FourtyTwo]

That'll be up to Blue- though if I remember rightly, House Baratheon is still free :)

[bloonewb]

I wouldn't mind being house Baratheon.

[Major Ursa]

Yes, get all up in the Baratheon.
B: <( <3 )

[bloonewb]

But does that mean I can play?

[Major Ursa]

Put up a CS here, in the OC, and await our GM's approval?
B:

[FourtyTwo]

Also, don't be intimidated by the scale of the CSes, they took an age to make. So I guess even if it were a WIP, it would be nice to see. Also, PM the GM- he will definitely know more about House Baratheon...and from what I hear, they're loosely allied to the Tyrells...

Blue has mentioned this in the past, but I am sure that whatever you end up doing, I am definitely sure that it'll be good :)

[Bluetommy]

@bloonewb Just make sure you have your main lord's CS complete, you can add the rest afterwards.

[bloonewb]

Name: Gris Baratheon

Age: 25

Personality: Gris is everything one would expect from a scientist gone wrong. He's obsessive, agoraphobic, and short tempered. He spends his nights dreaming about a future of enlightenment, and his days cooped up in his laboratory trying to turn those dreams into reality.

Gris controls Dragonstone, but loathes his position, saying it's a distraction from his discoveries. Usually, he makes executive decisions in his laboratory, with his elder sister Alyssa making them public, or more commonly, Alyssa would do the ruling while he would continue his work.

Gris simply doesn't like people. He never sees his banner men, often using Alyssa as his pseudo-messenger. He locks himself in his lab, and may the Gods save you if you attempt to barge in. The last time someone tried that, he just tossed what was in his hands at the time, a bottle of potent alchemist fire, forcefully at the poor maid. She died horribly, burning down to her bones. There were two exceptions to this rule. His family, and the late Aegon.

Bio: Gris was born to a strong willed warrior of a father and an even stronger willed mother. They both held their family's motto as the highest ideal. "Ours is the fury" they would say to him every day. "All this, my son, will soon be yours, and when we die - which we will, you must show the world the Baratheon might in our stead." Gris never listened. He instead devoted time to reading the works of the old Maester's medicine logs or the ancient records of the Targaryen pyromancers. So when the position of "Lord of Dragonstone" was suddenly thrust upon him, he was horridly unprepared.

The dreams began at around 8 years old. He dreamed of large round objects, flying in the sky with nothing suspending it from above and nothing supporting it from below. He dreamed of steel tubes, which erupted fire from the end, destroying castles with ease. He dreamed of a time when strength was an archaic concept, and the most respected attribute was wisdom. He would tell his parents of this, but they would brush him off, saying how silly he was, and how he should go outside once in a while and play with the training swords that daddy got him.

His father died when Gris was only 23. He charged valiantly to crush the rioting in his cities, despite the protests of his family and council, saying "I must go myself. The warriors will be inspired by my presence." And they were inspired, right up to the point one of the peasant rebels tossed a pitchfork that pierced his neck. Gris's mother was heartbroken, and soon grew weak and sick. She now stays in her chambers, awaiting death, refusing to see the Maester for medical help.

Appearance: Despite being a scientist, Gris has the blood of generations of knights within him. He stands tall and broad shouldered, towering over most of the people he meets. However, sitting alone for hours on end have not been kind to him. He is constantly hunched over, never to stand at full height again. One of his eyes took the brunt of a terrible blow from an explosion in his lab, and is white at the pupil while the other is the healthy black of his lineage.

How does that look?

[bloonewb]

Also, can someone please tell me what has happened so far IC?

[FourtyTwo]

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG55MPQjhwo

For effect, play before this*

TLDR:

Lord Tyget Crakehall wants to be King, claiming ancestry through a Targaryen marriage of past and proclaiming it, Lord Garland Tyrell is Hand of the King (who is dead, by the way, prior to IC, alongside a box with his wife's head sent to Garland) and almost getting his fucking throat slit by the batshit mentalist Daenys Targaryen, the rejected Targaryen heir (twin of Aegon), who is suspected of murdering just about half the fucking royal household, and nearly Garland. He's kinda opposed, and this factionalism means that there's an allusion to a war brewing, that could mean all manners of shit raises before winter, because oh yeah, Winter is Coming! The Riverlands are like "Nope" to all of this talk of war that the Tyrells and Crakehalls are speaking about, as are the Vale, though they're kinda awesome anyway because of falcons, scented candles and Ellion Arryn just saying "Cool, whatever". Tyget, Gerald, Tywin (so two brothers and Tyget's son) AND the whole fucking populace of Dorne have an interest in the Red God, while Garland has an interest in kissing Targaryen ass, getting fucked on Arbor Gold and then fucking women, while Ellion is busy flying birds of prey and being the world's greatest...wingman ( :P the puns never end, you see), all while Princess Eliana of Dorne is basically at a crazy combination of a waterpark and a sandy and exotic environment (kinda like Vegas, but with more tits, young boys and people armed to the fucking teeth with spears), ALL WHILE there's a couple of marriages between the North and Westerlands, and some intrigue between Jehrilla, the chubby Yunkish woman, and Alerie Tyrell.

So for Garland, this has meant he has fucked a gluttonous and huge Yunkish woman who is selling mercenaries and other mischievous services, and two young Targaryen Princesses are riding their dragons to King's Landing to meet a Tyrell Retinue inside the city. Oh, and Daenys Targaryen is basically killing a few people, but is now sitting in a prison cell in Highgarden, while that big Yunkish woman is basically being in the right place at the right time to sell services to the Lords who might actually start fucking each other over. Not all is well however, as the Tyrells have been fed Maester as their pork dish, something something Faceless Men had something to do with it something something. There's been border squabbles, the Commander of the Goldcloaks was "Removed Forcibly" alongside about a sixth of his forces from King's Landing, predominantly by being impaled or stabbed, and now, the Reach is sliding it's sweaty hand up the skirt of the Targaryens that HAVE emerged as an alternative to the Crakehalls version of self-declared "Kingship", which people are either "Fuck you" or "Meh, whatever, I can roll with that" about it.

All in the while, the North and Iron Islands are kicking seven shades of shit out each others' throats in the highest escalation yet, with a shitload of Mormonts getting murdered, followed by Iron Islanders up rivers getting murdered. It's basically red as fuck, people are getting murdered to all shit with constant bloodshed, and the North is extremely paranoid and wily of shit down south. They don't like us, we don't like them, Ned Stark etc. etc. .

MEANWHILE at Castle Black, Tyron Lannister is trying to unfuck shit from Wildlings to other players in the Houses. Because as usual, nobody gives a fuck that there's Wights coming and the Kingdoms are once again, completely screwed when Winter comes, because everyone is only going to realize at the last minute that we're all going to starve to death, freeze to death, or worse still, get fucked by White Walkers.

So basically, classic Game of Thrones. Amazingly, no major character has died...YET. Fuck, one almost did, and I am almost certain that in the near future, there is going to be at least one.

See, it's a great RP, and your character looks interesting in their premise...though there is a lot more to the whole affair going on, and as you can tell, there is a huge level of depth to this, though...remember, it's all about how you play the game, and what you want to get out of it. I love how batshit your character could be, this mad sort of scientific mind. Though that said, the Baratheons have a big part to play, military wise, they're really weathered forces, though weakened no doubt after the War of the Five Kings. Blue can probably iron it out with you- but yeah, they're a significant house, the very last piece of the jigsaw puzzle...

[bloonewb]

@kingkonrad Thanks. I'll try to think of what to do as my first IC action.

[FourtyTwo]

I wouldn't post till Blue says so, or he works more stuff out with you- he has final say, but he's a nice guy. Honest. Wouldn't dare come close to absolutely fucking you over for fun.

[bloonewb]

You mean, pulling a George RR Martin XD?

. . . Nevermind

[Bluetommy]

@bloonewb Go ahead and post!

[bloonewb]

How did I do for my first post?

[Bluetommy]

@bloonewb Pretty good!

[bloonewb]

So are there any important events going on at the moment that require the attention of House Baratheon? At least, anything that requires player's characters to interact with each other? Specifically, what is house Baratheon's relationship with the other houses?

[Bluetommy]

@bloonewb That's up for you to decide.

[Bluetommy]

And thus, our first PC dies.

In Memoriam, to:

Ranger 1
Others 1-2
Wights 1-50
Lady Baratheon
King Aegon the Tenth
Targaryen Loyalists 1-5
Daron Mormont
An unknown number of goldcloaks
Harry Mallister "The Young Blade"
Two Crakehall soldiers
An as of yet unnamed maester
Garland's dignity
Maester Garth
Lord Mormont
Crakehall Captain
Stark Men and Greyjoy Men
A number of Tyrell guards
Harry Snow "The Flayed Guard"
Daenys' Kingsguard
Unnamed Prisoner
Quite a few Wildlings and Crows
A snow bear
Three Spearwives
And Tyron Lannister, "The Last Lion"

[bloonewb]

Note: Alyssa isn't Lady Baratheon. I think lady baratheon should be one of their cousins or something.