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Edited Maester to Sage.
Pretty rough if I say so myself, any improvements/edits you need me to make I can make without a problem.
Character Name
Bjarke 'Grey Wolf' Black
Age
29
Appearance
He has one remaining stark blue eye, his blonde hair can be trimmed or braided depending on his wants. He stands at 6ft 1" and weighs around 175lbs. He has several scars across his body from battles and encounters.
Personality
He is a more straight forward guy, unlikely to sugar coat most things. He has no problem killing but has issues when it comes to the murder of innocents, while he would prefer to stay out of the issues of others he will jump in if he needs to. He serves whoever has the most gold lining their pockets and is extremely loyal to the contract he signs.
Talents
Incredibly gifted swordsman, Rock hard liver, Master of Seduction
Friends & Rivals
(Whoever the hell, Clericbeast's character is)
Background
Born as a bastard of a lesser Northern house, after spending many years trying to earn his fathers love and respect. Becoming a practiced swordsmen and warrior by the age of 18. After several public displays of his skills his father saw fit to grant him leave, to travel with a company of his fathers soldiers. They roamed the edges of his fathers lands patrolling towns, hunting bandits, collecting taxes, performing the work of a commander. After 2 years Bjarke had heard tales of his father growing sick, and old but he didnt believe it truly. Within these 2 years he had earned his name after surviving a night lost in the woods, emerging with a set of wolf pelts and several scars. When he returned to his fathers keep he saw his father sitting in the grand hall handling some business, the old man looked sickly indeed. Practically a skeleton governing the state. In the time Bjarke has been gone his father had brought two new sons to the keep, twins born by the lady of the keep. Bjarke knew why, if there were any to succeed the lordship of the keep it would be the twins, as opposed to a bastard boy. Later that day after the matters of the keeps maintenance and the lords responsibilities were met the two spoke in the council chamber. The conversation got heated and his father suffered from the excitement of it all, he fell to the floor convulsing and Bjarke called for the Sage but it was too late. His father died on the ground of his council chamber and nothing was done, the lady that his father took for his own ruled in his stead. She felt no love for the bastard and kicked him out. He took to roaming the lands and found himself moving through the south, then traveling to different continents selling his skills and acquiring new ones.
Other Information
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-YCtdu7gAM
Bjarke 'Grey Wolf' Black
Age
29
Appearance
He has one remaining stark blue eye, his blonde hair can be trimmed or braided depending on his wants. He stands at 6ft 1" and weighs around 175lbs. He has several scars across his body from battles and encounters.
Personality
He is a more straight forward guy, unlikely to sugar coat most things. He has no problem killing but has issues when it comes to the murder of innocents, while he would prefer to stay out of the issues of others he will jump in if he needs to. He serves whoever has the most gold lining their pockets and is extremely loyal to the contract he signs.
Talents
Incredibly gifted swordsman, Rock hard liver, Master of Seduction
Friends & Rivals
(Whoever the hell, Clericbeast's character is)
Background
Born as a bastard of a lesser Northern house, after spending many years trying to earn his fathers love and respect. Becoming a practiced swordsmen and warrior by the age of 18. After several public displays of his skills his father saw fit to grant him leave, to travel with a company of his fathers soldiers. They roamed the edges of his fathers lands patrolling towns, hunting bandits, collecting taxes, performing the work of a commander. After 2 years Bjarke had heard tales of his father growing sick, and old but he didnt believe it truly. Within these 2 years he had earned his name after surviving a night lost in the woods, emerging with a set of wolf pelts and several scars. When he returned to his fathers keep he saw his father sitting in the grand hall handling some business, the old man looked sickly indeed. Practically a skeleton governing the state. In the time Bjarke has been gone his father had brought two new sons to the keep, twins born by the lady of the keep. Bjarke knew why, if there were any to succeed the lordship of the keep it would be the twins, as opposed to a bastard boy. Later that day after the matters of the keeps maintenance and the lords responsibilities were met the two spoke in the council chamber. The conversation got heated and his father suffered from the excitement of it all, he fell to the floor convulsing and Bjarke called for the Sage but it was too late. His father died on the ground of his council chamber and nothing was done, the lady that his father took for his own ruled in his stead. She felt no love for the bastard and kicked him out. He took to roaming the lands and found himself moving through the south, then traveling to different continents selling his skills and acquiring new ones.
Other Information
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-YCtdu7gAM
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Its up to you Gowi.
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Well, I imagine how you set up your reputation and so forth is entirely up to you. I'm not quite sure how to answer this question. It depends if your character was lowborn or nobleborn, I guess, as well?
Got it
@HellHoundWoof
I'm also planning on playing a mercenary, unless inspiration for something more versatile strikes, so it'll be interesting to see the contrast between the characters.
I see no reason we cannot be allies in this. XD
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So for those of us who are not playing a House character, like a Mercenary. What is our set up for being notorious or for people to come in contact with us?
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I am here!
Appearance : 
Name : Enrique Ortiz
Age : 27
Skill : Skills include both Marksmanship and cooking, he is also a gifted musician
Weapon (up three): 1911 Vietnam service pistol (his fathers) [img=http://sofreakingcool.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/tactical-axe-0410-970x623.jpg] 
Personality : A generally kind person he will help people out in any way he can, and will likely pick the underdog if a fight breaks out. However he is capable of great evils if pushed as he is ex military he knows very man ways to make a human being hurt.
Brief Bio : He was given leave to see his dieing father and had returned from overseas just before the outbreak began, he made it to his fathers house but it was too late. He mourned his fathers death and spent the night in his fathers house, he woke up to the sound of a struggle outside his door. He sprung awake and pulled his pocket knife off his nightstand and ran outside. He saw his mother being devoured by a decaying man, Enrique didnt know what to think only attack. He dug the blade into the creatures brain stem and twisted till it collapsed, he left the knife there and looked at his mothers dead body. He could have sat there for hours had he not heard the sounds of screaming outside his door and made a run for his fathers gun. It was kept in the closet in a locked box with plenty of clips, he grabbed the lamp off of his fathers nightstand and broke the locks. He pulled the pistol from its place in the box and put it in his belt then pulled the rest of the clips out as well the duffel bag that layed next to it, he set the clips into it and moved quickly bag to his room. He grabbed his dogtags and put them over his head, he then pulled on his fatigue pants, his combat boots, and stuffed some blankets into the bag. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed anything he could that wouldnt spoil for some time. He remembered something his father had made but kept secret from his children, Enrique ran into his room and pulled an object wrapped in cloth from under the bed. He unfolded the cloth and the small snub nosed shotgun was exposed, Enrique picked it up and smiled broadly he checked the barrels and saw it was loaded, he spent a fair few minutes looking around for some ammo but only managed to find 4 spare shells. He stuffed it into the duffel and made his way to the garage, he found the keys on the dash and put them in the ignition he started the car and then opened the garage door. The light was a blinding contrast to the dark garage and caused Enrique to squint, when his eyes had adjusted he saw another corpse approaching the car and backed up crushing it under the car, he made a two point turn into his fathers grass and then sped off down the road.
Name : Enrique Ortiz
Age : 27
Skill : Skills include both Marksmanship and cooking, he is also a gifted musician
Weapon (up three): 1911 Vietnam service pistol (his fathers) [img=http://sofreakingcool.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/tactical-axe-0410-970x623.jpg]
Personality : A generally kind person he will help people out in any way he can, and will likely pick the underdog if a fight breaks out. However he is capable of great evils if pushed as he is ex military he knows very man ways to make a human being hurt.
Brief Bio : He was given leave to see his dieing father and had returned from overseas just before the outbreak began, he made it to his fathers house but it was too late. He mourned his fathers death and spent the night in his fathers house, he woke up to the sound of a struggle outside his door. He sprung awake and pulled his pocket knife off his nightstand and ran outside. He saw his mother being devoured by a decaying man, Enrique didnt know what to think only attack. He dug the blade into the creatures brain stem and twisted till it collapsed, he left the knife there and looked at his mothers dead body. He could have sat there for hours had he not heard the sounds of screaming outside his door and made a run for his fathers gun. It was kept in the closet in a locked box with plenty of clips, he grabbed the lamp off of his fathers nightstand and broke the locks. He pulled the pistol from its place in the box and put it in his belt then pulled the rest of the clips out as well the duffel bag that layed next to it, he set the clips into it and moved quickly bag to his room. He grabbed his dogtags and put them over his head, he then pulled on his fatigue pants, his combat boots, and stuffed some blankets into the bag. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed anything he could that wouldnt spoil for some time. He remembered something his father had made but kept secret from his children, Enrique ran into his room and pulled an object wrapped in cloth from under the bed. He unfolded the cloth and the small snub nosed shotgun was exposed, Enrique picked it up and smiled broadly he checked the barrels and saw it was loaded, he spent a fair few minutes looking around for some ammo but only managed to find 4 spare shells. He stuffed it into the duffel and made his way to the garage, he found the keys on the dash and put them in the ignition he started the car and then opened the garage door. The light was a blinding contrast to the dark garage and caused Enrique to squint, when his eyes had adjusted he saw another corpse approaching the car and backed up crushing it under the car, he made a two point turn into his fathers grass and then sped off down the road.
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