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"If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention."

Name: Ramsay Bolton

Affiliation: Bolton

Age: 23

Occupation/Position: Underboss of the Bolton Crime Syndicate

Personality: To describe Ramsay as abrasive would be putting it lightly. He doesn't abide by the rules, he doesn't play fairly, and he certainly doesn't let anyone think they can get one up on him. Ramsay considers himself the alpha dog in any situation he's in, but when faced with truly confident or successful people, he can become flustered and defensive, lashing out with increasingly nonsensical insults. Despite that, Ramsay is a capable manipulator and has a knack for controlling people to get what he wants. While he might not be the brightest, or the most knowledgeable, he is a good judge of character, and it takes little time for him to classify a person. He is particularly good at thinking on his feet, but doesn't often give much thought to long-term consequences.

Ramsay is very possessive over his belongings, even with trinkets of little value. Sadistic. Sarcastic. Snarky. Insolent. He's spoiled and venemous with the bite and attitude to go along with it. He’s very often obsessive about the things he does, the things he thinks about, and the people he chooses to follow. Ramsay doesn’t always show emotion, but when he does, it is strong. His determination could move mountains, and his fury is deadly.

Family:
Mother - Bethany Ryswell (stepmother, deceased), unnamed biological mother
Father - Roose Bolton
Sister(s) - n/a
Brother(s) - Domeric Bolton (half-brother, deceased)
Child(ren) - n/a

Short History: When Ramsay was born, Roose had quietly paid child support to shut his mother up. She knew he was well off, and spent months begging for his favour. Every year on Ramsay’s birthday she'd pitch a great fuss, about some other thing their son needed, to try and wheedle more money out of him. Growing up, Ramsay was the kind of kid who cut people's hair in school while they weren't looking or caught bugs just to burn them under a magnifying glass. He even set fire to one of his classmates' lockers - by accident, of course, and no one was injured. Just by flashing those doe eyes of his, Ramsay got out of a lot of trouble as a child. By the time he got to middle school, however, his propensity for violence had all but spiralled out of control.

The final straw came the first week of 6th grade when Ramsay stabbed an older kid three times in the neck with a drawing compass for calling him a fairy. Sitting in the dean’s office with his still-bloody hands folded in his lap, he had done his best to look contrite while his mother did all the talking. In the end, all she could do was drive from Salt Lake City to Vegas and drop him off at Roose Bolton's doorstep. She said his father was a mobster, ran some big operation, that he was dangerous and powerful and Ramsay didn’t believe her at first. Because, if Roose Bolton was such a big deal, why had he never heard of him? Big time mobsters made headlines. But his mother said that Roose Bolton never let anyone live who knew the truth and Ramsay liked the sound of that.

Standing outside the massive, dark door of his father’s house, Ramsay had nothing but a paper grocery bag full of clothes cradled in his arms. Roose's expression was nigh unreadable, but instead of putting a bullet through his head like he was tempted to, he placed a hand on his shoulder and led him to his new room. The Dreadfort was just a sofa and a flat-screen homier than a crypt, but to Ramsay it had always been a castle, having spent his whole life sharing a tiny studio apartment with his mother and a broken-down heating system.

Years passed, and while Domeric, Ramsay's half-brother tried to form a sibling bond with him, Ramsay had always been ambitious and he wasn't about to settle for being second-choice. And thus, he set about planning his demise. Poor, unfortunate Domeric never saw it coming, and before anyone knew it, his corpse was being sent away to the morgue. The autopsy revealed the cause of death to be acute cyanide poisoning, but because Domeric was the successor of the Bolton crime syndicate, no one was surprised when he was murdered. In the end, the investigation was halted when no one could find any solid evidence.

Now, Ramsay is looking at becoming the new head of the Bolton family. Granted, most of their power is concentrated around the Midwest, but their influence over their part of the Vegas remains strong, now that the Starks are no longer in the business. And despite having a number of lackeys to boss around, Ramsay prefers to do his own dirty work. Flaying and sawing off limbs isn't exactly the most glamorous job, but what can he say? He loves it.

Other: Ramsay has four dogs, all of them female mutts named Helicent, Kyra, Alison and Sara.

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