Name: Willam Whitehill, “Will the Knight” or “Ser Willie” (the latter two are used mockingly)
Age: 36
House/Affiliation: House Bolton
Appearance: 
As a result of the gruesome scar running across his face, Willam’s mouth is permanently twisted in a snarl, giving him an unpleasant appearance. He walks confidently, like a lord, and speaks with a rough, grating voice. Willam is often dressed in his armour, well-made plate and mail, which men of his station normally cannot afford. Thick-necked and muscled, his body is criss-crossed by scars and old wounds, but he still appears to be healthy and robust. Upon meeting him one would usually notice that he has an extremely strong grip, even for a swordsman.
Biography: Willam claims descent from the Whitehills of Highpoint, though he comes from an estranged branch of the family. His grandfather, Gareth Whitehill, was the youngest of three sons and would have remained relatively unknown if not for an event which shaped his life. Very shortly after the death of his father (Willam’s great-grandfather), Gareth’s oldest brother passed away under mysterious circumstances. The exact cause was never determined, but the shadow of kinslaying was cast on the young lord and he was forced to abandon his ancestral home. Neither the Glovers nor the Starks would have him, so he fled eastward and sought refuge in Bolton lands. The head of House Bolton at the time accepted the man’s fealty and offered his protection.
Gareth Whitehill was a renowned fighter in the region and served faithfully for many years. Near the end of his life he was granted a small tract of land and a keep to call his own, though it’s said the memory of Highpoint never left him. He was succeeded by Rickard Whitehill, Willam’s father, who proved to be a capable warrior in his own right. He fought in the Dance as part of the Winter Wolves under Lord Roderick Dustin and came back from the south with many spoils. Rickard is said to have been an ambitious man and used his newfound wealth to strengthen the keep, but after the death of his wife he took to drinking and squandered what remained of his fortune. Rumours say he found his death at the bottom of the keep’s well, falling in it after a night of heavy drinking.
Like his grandfather, Willam had two brothers that were older than him, as such he never expected to inherit anything and left the family keep shortly after his seventeenth name day. He wandered the south for years as little more than a hedge knight, taking part in the isolated conflicts that sometimes broke Aegon’s troubled peace. Though not much of a tourney knight, Willam participated in several and even won the melee at Duskendale, a feat for which he was knighted. A strange thing for a northerner, but as the Whitehills had always been devout followers of the Seven it was legally acceptable. Around this time Willam received news of his oldest brother’s passing due to some malady.
Willam’s second brother urged him to return and to help around their family lands, but Willam delayed until the first snows began paralyzing the countryside. When he finally came back, he learned that his brother had died in a hunting accident, leaving behind an infant boy. Willam had no choice but to remain and look after his nephew - he had never married and had no children of his own, so he and the young boy were the sole surviving Whitehills in Bolton lands.
Following the family tradition, he took up service with the Boltons and proved himself to be a capable and dependable man. He earned a reputation for being utterly unflinching in his loyalty to the House and quickly became one of Lord Bolton’s favourite knights. Willam is also considered to be one of the finest swords in the service of House Bolton – what he lacks in natural talent he makes up for with experience and knowledge of fighting styles from the south. His quick rise to fame has made him quite a few enemies among his peers and he is often mocked for his knightly title and “southron ways”, but thanks to his reputation and the favour of Lord Bolton his position remains strong.
Personality: Willam has one and only passion – fighting. He knows little of life without violence and has fully embraced it, leaving room for little else. Loud, boisterous and quick to anger – he is just as likely to regale listeners with tales of the Whitehills’ exploits as to brawl with someone over a perceived slight to his family’s honour. While he frequently performs grisly deeds in the service of his lord, Willam takes no pleasure in it and believes himself to be better than the rabble he often works with. He sees his service to the Boltons as a sort of family debt – after all, they were the only ones who took his grandfather in when the other lords had shunned him. As such, with no one else left to fulfil the debt, Willam considers it a matter of family honour to be a dutiful servant.
A man of little ambition, Willam’s greatest regret is that he could not surpass the exploits of his father and grandfather - there were no great wars in his time and he feels he squandered his best years in the south with little to show for it. He loathes his life, but firmly believes he can do nothing to change it. In recent years this has driven him to drink, though he takes no pleasure in it, indeed he takes little pleasure in anything, except for battle.
No one would take Willam for a spiritual man, however the Gods are what he has turned to in order to ease his troubled mind. Even in this he seems torn and uncertain, as a Whitehill and a knight he has taken his vows before the Seven, but the Old Gods call to his northern blood. Willam bears the weight of this soul-searching by himself, he has no true friends and thinks that opening up to people is a sign of weakness.
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