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The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy Roleplay!

@Akayaofthemoon Great to see you as well. should be a good RP with your around.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy Roleplay!

Might be a bit out of practice but this seems like a good way to get back into it.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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Ｆａｔｈｅｒ Ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ Ｔｉｍｅ

_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Hades’ house
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Hades & Melinoë | @KZOMBI3
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Phobos. The Acropolis Crew. Mac & Zag. Persephone}

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Time ceased to exist. At least that’s what it felt like. As if the day continued on and on for months already. Long conversations, short ones. It went by too slowly, or all at once, never seeming to make up its mind as if her beloved grandfather still had a modicum of power and was seeing fit to torment her as well as the others.

“Why did it have to be them. They were just coming back to us, to everyone…” the running question of the day. Well, the most important one at least. Melinoë was doing everything in her power to focus on anything but whatever was going on between her and Phobos. The best answer she came up with of course was the deaths of her siblings. “Another reason for mother and father to fret about,” the laugh that left her lips was gargled, smelling of whatever expensive liquor she was able to swipe from the Acropolis before storming off the grounds and aimlessly making her way through dark streets.

It was comforting. Truly. Something so akin to natural that she could come close to all these millennia later. Wandering through fog, surrounded by her retinue of spirits, searching for those who needed atonement the most and in the worst kind of way. A shiver ran up her spine at the memories. Instead, as she turned this way and that, the Bringer of Nightmares found herself alone. Quietly, drunk and utterly alone. Not something she wanted even if that was the aura she exuded.

With her continued stumbling and mumbling to herself Melinoë looked up to find herself standing at the foot of a pathway leading up to the large estate before her. Shrouded in shadows that didn’t stem from the night surrounding it. It was a familiar place, screaming of warmth and reaching out to try to pull her into an embrace. She just scowled at it instead. The neglected half truths of her own mind pushed her back into movement, urging her feet towards the back of the home where a fence stood. With all the grace of drunken swan, the daughter of Death effectively made it over the barricade, bottle still in hand, and plopped herself in one of the many seats there on the patio.

Relaxing back into the seat, bottle hanging from a loose grip, time continued on. She wasn’t sure how long she was there for, mind wandering and racing, taking trips through memories long since passed. Zagreus, so charming and free. Melinoë remembered him as the Golden Child, he who could do no wrong. When he was born it was as if wars ceased and everyone came to bestow boons and gifts and favors to him in the hopes that his powers of rebirth would look on them favorably. A scoff escaped her before she tipped the liquor bottle to her lips and drank once more. “You were well loved by all, to have tortured you so…” She sniffed, a bite to her lip, tongue flicking out across to whet them, “They were never forgiven, I never forgot, she won’t go unpunished either.” Macaria though, she was more timid of the spotlight on her. While Zag basked in it, Mac was natural with it all. Whether she did something worth praising or not, there she was, standing in the light, soaking it in, smiling her shy, radiant smile. Blessed Death was better than the alternative and there was no one more fitting for the role than Macaria. “Taking on the sins of the world was too heavy for your delicate heart sister.” She was always so tender-hearted towards everyone. Mel felt that most didn’t deserve her sister’s sympathy.

Melinoë didn’t even hear the sliding of the door, the well designed shoes on concrete padding towards her. If she did she made no move to indicate so. In that moment, with everything that had happened she didn’t care for self preservation. At least that’s what she wanted to feel; her internal desires did not outweigh her hardwired nature. Madness seeping out of her inebriated form completely on its own accord, tendrils whirring about seeking a target lest they turn on her. And who was to say they hadn’t? Not until she heard him, sensed that the threat wasn’t a threat but just him, did the madness dissipate back into the shadows.

Hades made his way around to the front of the second patio chair taking a seat next to his daughter, placing two coffee cups down on the small table between them. “This might help a bit.” He turned his gaze towards the large garden that took up most of the backyard to their home. While Roses populated the majority of the garden, the massive maze of flora was home to just about every form of plant life one could imagine. It had become a sort of tradition of sorts that every house they would move to Hades would move the heavens and the very earth itself to ensure Persephone had her garden just as they did before. Though he had no actual talent for the skill of gardening he did enjoy the view that it produced, it was a nice change from the usual dark and drab that he so often surrounded himself with.

“You know, you're welcome to use the front door next time.” As he finished speaking he lifted the mug up to face hiding the soft smile that was plastered across it. “Unless of course you enjoy hopping fences with such grace.”

She couldn’t help grinning herself, releasing a bark like laugh, short and sweet, into the silence of the world around them. “Oh, it was graceful was it?” Where most children would have been mortified to know that their father had not only caught them sneaking onto their property but to witness their less than flattering attempt to hop a fence, Melinoë just nestled further into her seat bottle of booze emptied and tossed off to the side. Taking the warm mug between her hands she muttered a small _{“thank you”} before sipping the bitter drink.

Silence encased them once more. Just the two of them watching as the world came to life once more, as it did every day the sun rose and bathed the earth in its light. It was… different, being here with him after so long. It wasn’t like the two spent an absorbent amount of time with one another. Not like they used to. Nothing was like it was before, more so now that Mac and Zag were gone. Physically shaking the thoughts away from her mind Melinoë spoke softly cutting into the disappearing fog. “Remember–,” she stumbled over just the words, a stinging pain prickling behind her eyes but a broken laugh on her lips, “Remember when Macaria was crying because her flower didn’t look like mama’s?” her quiet tears were choked into another laugh.

“Oh I remember alright. Her crying echoed off the walls for the whole of the underworld to hear.” Hades smiled as he reminisced on the old memory of his children and wife. “Poor thing wouldn't accept that she had a different flower then her mother.” He let a small laugh escape his lips as he thought about the argument he had with a child over why the flower looked different. “She got so mad at me she stormed off with a pout and stomped her little feet with every step. She only got about 15 feet before she realized she wasn't allowed out of my sight and so she just sat down and continued to pout.”

Hades turned his head over to his daughter and offered a smile as he continued. “I'd say that might have been one of the hardest springs the underworld ever had. You kids nearly drove your old man mad before Persephone was able to return. Lord of the underworld and god of the dead, but you little titans only listened to your mother half the time.”

She laughed once more at the memory. “It wasn’t hard,” a cheeky smile graced her features. “It was just… different.” Silence once more enveloped them for a time. The world around them came to life with the dawn of a new day; it was serene. Almost peaceful. Macaria was definitely with them at the moment. Words wanting to be spoken aloud though she couldn’t find them. How was she supposed to offer comfort to her father? He wasn’t a mere mortal or a lesser god and therefore Melinoë was at a complete loss for how to handle the situation.

A melancholy swept over her once again, “Had I been more present in their lives maybe this wouldn’t have happened…” The words were spoken though not intentionally. It wasn't in her repertoire to speak such weak thoughts into existence; only made her look useless in her eyes.

Hades instinctually snapped his head to the side grabbing his daughter's hand squeezing it before speaking. “Don't ever say that.” He spoke firmly but filled with the love only a parent could have. “Don't ever blame yourself for what happened to them. It wasn't your fault in any sense of the word. Look at me. Your siblings loved you very much just as I know you did for them. You all had your own ways of showing it, but of course you didn't really have the greatest role model in that regard.” Hades thought of his own relationship with his brother before looking deep into the now teary eyes of his daughter and could see the pain and guilt she was holding within. “You are strong beyond words Melinoë. And I know right now it feels like the pain and sorrow will never go away. And it probably won't, but tomorrow it will get a little easier to muscle through it. Then a little easier the next day and the next after that and so on. But for right now let out all those emotions you have bottled up in. I wont think you are weak and no one else will see beside us two. I'll even leave and order no one back here if that would make it easier.” As Hades finished he continued to look Mel in the eyes doing his best to comfort and reassure her.

Here she was, a daughter of Death - the last child - goddess of madness; overcome by grief and sobbing into her father’s arms. She didn’t know when she had gotten out of her chair but she had, throwing herself to her knees to just cry into his embrace. Screams of anguish muffled, refusing to disturb the beautiful new morning dawning. Melinoë would allow herself this comfort. She would release it all out now, like he suggested. For when her tears dried and the screams were all but echoes on the wind she would rise and bring forth all the madness in the world onto her siblings’ killers.

Marvel: Judgment Day

GHost Rider WIP

Ghost Rider

G H O S T R I D E R

Arthur Acran 💀 24 Years Old 💀 American 💀 💀

💀 _{H I S T O R Y} 💀

Arthur still remembers that moment everything changed and he became the monster he is today. It was supposed to be a day of happiness and reunion with his mother and sister. The big brother and son return from his latest tour overseas to find horror awaiting him at the place he used to call home. Arthur must have stood there for hours just staring off into nothing, unable to process what he was seeing. The officer's voices became a mumbled mess that Arthur only remembers parts of. Something about just a freak act of violence or that he didn't want to see them like that. None of it really mattered, all Arthur could see in that moment was red, the only thing he could think about was revenge against whoever it was that did this.

He wasn't sure what was pulling him in the direction he was driving, only that it felt like the correct way to go. After what felt like an eternity Arthur found himself outside of an old rundown warehouse that apparently served as the hideout for the gang members that attacked his house. Walking straight to the front door Arthur kicked it in and began shooting, not caring much for his own safety, only worrying about inflicting as much pain as he could before he was killed himself. Despite his training and determination however he wasn't much of a match against the gangmemers residing in the building and was shot dead not long after entering.

As the darkness consumed him though he heard a voice deep in his subconscious asking if he wanted a second chance. If he wanted the power to avenge his family and to avenge all those who had been wronged in the world. Without a second thought Arthur accepted the deal and was reborn as the ghost rider.

Since then Arthur, or rather the Ghost Rider has made a name for himself as an avenging force making those who have harmed innocent lives pay for their sins. Though he fights for good and to protect people his way of doing this has brought him to odds with the other heroes of the world who have a more “noble” way of dealing with criminals. Regardless Arthur doesn't hold any past run ins against the other heroes, if anything he doesn't blame them for looking at him with contempt, after all he is a monster. But sometimes a monster is what is needed to make the villains afraid of the dark.

💀 _{P O W E R S / A B I L I T I E S} 💀

_{P O W E R S}

Avatar of Vengeance The main route of Arthur's power is the spirit of vengeance stored within. This spirit allows him to transform into the embodiment of vengeance, the Ghost Rider. While in this form Arthur’s basic abilities are heighted to extreme heights making comparable and stronger than even some of the heaviest hitters of the hero world. This extreme power however does have its downsides, namely in the matter of who is in control of the power. Most of the time Arthur is able to hold a lid over the spirit both in his human body and as the Rider. However the few times the spirit has taken full control Arthur is stuck in the backseat of his own body.

Superhuman Strength, Stamina, Durability, agility, healing, awareness Ghost Rider’s physical attributes far exceed that of any normal human and in fact go so far as to place him in the same category as the likes of Thor and Captain Marvel.

HellfireArthur has the ability to call upon and control the Hellfire that resides in him. Hellfire is a mystical element that holds the same properties of fire but also is said to burn a person to their soul. The special fire can also be used to infuse other items and weapons and items around him, most commonly in his desired mode of transportation.

Penance Stare Arguably the strongest and most feared of all Ghost riders ability is the famed Penance Stare. By staring into the eyes of his victim the Ghost rider can force them to experience all the pain and suffering they have caused others. This intense pain and agony usually kills any who find themselves on the receiving end, however there are a few in the past who have been immune to its affects or have lived through the experience.

_{A B I L I T I E S}

Mechanic -Arthur grew up in his parents' shop and spent most of his days helping his dad work on the various cars and bikes that came. Arthur took a real liking to it and can oftentimes be found working on his own bike or anyone else's car that might need help with even the slightest car problems. As he describes it, it's a calming experience compared to the rest of his life.

_{A R C S}

Marvel: Judgment Day

This seems like it could be interesting and I have been itching for a super hero RP as of late if you're still accepting new players.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Hades

Hades looked around his throne room and could help but smile in satisfaction at everything before him. The rather overly sized dining table was moved out and placed before the throne room to accommodate their guests who slowly began to trickle in and converse amongst themselves. It was so rare that he had visitors to his realm for much other than quest, but any time he had to shove it to his brothers he would gladly take it.

Hades was ripped from his thoughts as he felt Persephone's hand touch his for a moment as she leaned closer “Have you seen the Children dear?” she asked in a worried tone. Hades turned to his wife with a reassuring smile “I'm sure their fine Zag is probably just….” Hades paused for a moment as his mind couldn't form the words he knew he was supposed to say. Something was wrong, something was deeply wrong and Hades could feel it in his core but couldn't quite put his finger exactly on it.

Almost on cue all noise in the hall ceased at once causing Hades head to snap to the side just in time to see the hall itself fade away to darkness. “What is this? What is happening? Persephone?” Startled Hades turned to his wife who seemed unfazed about the very underworld around them fading away. “What are you confused about my love? You did this after all.” As she finished her sentence her very body seemed to morph into rose petals before they withered and dispersed revealing the lifeless bodies of his two children. Hades, unable to control himself, collapsed to his knees as he hung over their body, a deep sorrow filling him as his whole body slouched in defeat.

Tick….. Tick….. Tick….. Tick…..

Hades could feel his blood pressure rise with each tick that echoed throughout the empty void that surrounded him. Each progressive tick echoed louder and louder as they seemed to bounce off walls he couldn't see nor did he care to. He didn't care what the sound was or where it came from, all that mattered was his dead son laying before him. The ticking sound reached a crescendo that felt as though it was going to split his head wide open before it was cut short, being replaced by an eerie silence. Hades' eyes only moved as he saw a pair of shoes that seemed familiar come into view just on the other side of his. He was confused for a moment before a chill went down his spine when the being finally spoke.

“No need to put on this show for me. I know you're secretly glad to be rid of the brat once and for all.”

Hades immediately shot to his and took a step back in fear, something he couldn't remember having done in his long life. Standing before him was a perfect copy of himself down to the last detail. “Who are you? Why are you here?” Hades yelled through a shaky voice a far cry from his usual imposing self.

The copycat before him smiled wickedly upon hearing his question, “You already know the answer to those questions. That's why you still haven't responded to my last statement. You know it's true.”

“Are you mad? That is my son. My only son!” Hades finished as he pointed to the ground where his son once laid only to see it vanished. “No no where is he? Where is my son? Where have you taken him?” Hades shouted, Anger and frustration filling his voice.

“He's gone and you know that.” the figure stated as the two began to circle each other like predators waiting to pounce. “I'll say it again, you're glad he’s gone, admit it. Now he doesn't pose a threat to your rule. You're only mad you didn't do it yourself.” [/color]

Hades had heard enough as he rushed forward grabbing at the imposter's suit which merely faded away into smoke like the wearer before reforming a safe distance behind Hades. “What monster do you take me for? You think I would kill my own son to keep power!?” Hades screamed.

The figure before him brushed off his suit with an annoyed expression on his face. “Of course I do. Your son would have usurped you just as you did to your father and he to his own father and so on.” the wicked smile returned on the man's face causing Hades' stomach to twist.

“I'm not my father. He was an evil tyrant of a man who cared nothing for anyone, not even his own children.”

“And you're any different? You let two of your children die alone and you don't even know where the third one is. Who knows maybe your Precious wife will get it next. Though in her circumstance it would probably be a blessing rather than a tragedy.” He paused for a second seeing Hades' face before continuing. “Don't look at me like that, it's not as if the feeling is mutual between you two.” As the figure finished his sentence Hades' hands passed through him once again having failed to grab the figure's throat.

“Don't you dare talk of my wife in such a manner do you hear me! Ill rip you apart where you stand for such remarks.”

“Please, you know she could never truly love you. You're the very monster that kidnapped her from her own mother and friends and forced her to marry you and then trapped her inside your realm for half the year.”

“I never forced her to marry me. The pomegranates were her idea. I have shown her nothing but respect and love since the day I met her.” Hades snapped back attempting to disprove the statements of the doppelganger.

“Only after you trapped her in your castle and refused to give her up. What was she supposed to do? Deny one of the three Kings? Even now she only stays with you out of fear and dread of what might happen if she leaves. Not that I blame you of course it was the logical move. You saw something and you took it just as a god should. Just like I would have done.”

The void around them seemed to tremble at Hades' silent hurry with his eyes glowing a deep reddish orange, a tell-tale sign of his anger boiling over beyond the point of control. “Don't you dare speak of my wife in such a way. You are not worthy to say her name. But I will make you apologize just before I end your pathetic existence.”

The figure before him simply rolled his eyes as a small laugh escaped his lips before an evil smile returned on the face he shared with Hades. [color=0072bc] “It's not like you could even if you tried. Even at the height of your power it took all of you backstabbers to seal me away in that prison.”

Tick….. Tick….. Tick….. Tick…..

[color=0072bc]“It seems we're almost out of time but quite your tantrum. I expect such things from your brothers but i always figured you would be above it, you certainly act like you are. But we both know the truth, don't we son.” As he spoke Kronus stepped towards his eldest son placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning close to his ear. “You….. are…. Just …. like ….ME.”

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When Hades awoke his head shot up from its resting position on his desk where he had apparently passed out. Though he had a raging headache Hades hand immediately went to the shoulder that his father had grabbed. As his hand rested on the shoulder he felt a chill run down his spine as the words he had just heard began to set in. Standing from his desk Hades began to exit his office before stopping just in the door to turn and look towards the large Grandfather clock that stood against the wall. “I'm nothing like you.” he said in a stern voice that hid the slightest bit of doubt before closing the door behind him.

Tick….. Tick….. Tick….. Tick…..

A Song of Ice and Fire - the Blackfyre Rebellion

Jornar and Janas Mormont

The sun hung high above the heads of the Mormont siblings as they continued on their path towards Summerhall and the location of the next Tourney. Though there was a small breeze that offered some form of break from the southern heat it was still slightly uncomfortable for the wandering bear. The temperature was one of the few things that Jornar had noticed had changed over his time wandering the southlands. Whereas before the change would have been unbearable, now it was only slightly inconvenient as he still enjoyed the cold days of bear island. Though it still did not hold a candle to the beauty that was their home, Jornar couldn't help but admire the land around him. It was almost picturesque with the sun bleeding through the trees as the birds chirped above them.

“So what is this Next one for?” Janas finally spoke up interrupting the slight humming coming from her brother.

“Who knows. Not like the great houses ever really need a real reason to show off their wealth and influence.” Jornar paused for a moment, taking a long drink from his water skin before continuing. “All the great houses are supposed to be present for this one though so I expect it will be extravagant. Even uncle is supposed to be there which will be a nice change.”

Janas smiled at the thought of seeing her cousins again after such a time. Though they weren't the closest of cousins they were still family and she enjoyed the days when they would visit their humble keep on bear island. “It will be nice to see uncle once again. I suppose it will be odd for some of the houses to see so many Northerners present.” She finished as she pulled beside her brother's horse. She thought back to her uncle's family and her lovable cousins. They had never been the closest mostly due to the long distance between Bear island and Winterfell but the rare occasion where they would travel was always fun for her. While Jornar was almost always in the courtyard sparring with Gryffith or the other boys, she was often doing her best to impress her aunt, uncle and father with her skill at the bow.

“Aye it must be an odd sight for the southerners to see so many Northman descend upon their tourney. I'm sure they're already running in droves to back out of the tourney knowing there is no chance of beating us. Those soft southern houses just don't make them as strong as the harsh north.” As Jornar finished he flexed his arm attempting to keep a stern look on his face though he was failing to contain his own laughter.

Janas simply rolled her eyes while letting out a disappointed sigh at her brother's antics. “You know only a fool underestimates their opponents before they’ve even met them. An even bigger one laughs at his own jokes.” she added as she gave him a look of disapproval mixed with a hint of amusement.

“Yes mom.” He replied in a mocking tone, eyeing his sister back who seemed to only roll her eyes and mumble something about him being hopeless. “Besides, I'm aware of what most of those knights can do. It just depends on who is actually signing up is all. Besides, no point in plotting too much about a fight when you never know how things are going to go anyway until the steel clashes. And regardless of the skill you just have to fight like you're going to win.”

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The tournament grounds themselves were massive and on a scale that the two bears had rarely seen. Tents stretched as far as the eye could see each flying the banners of their respective houses. It seemed that all the great houses were present from their own Starks of the north to Dorne in the far south with everything's else in between. They continued through the maze of tents and patrons, nodding acknowledgement every so often despite the strange looks people gave to bear logos that adorned their clothing, finally coming to a stop at the lists for the competition. As Jornar looked over the other competitors of the list he smiled at the names that accompanied his. “Well it seems I may have some competition after all.” as he finished looking over the lists he stepped back for a moment before looking around for a moment. “I suppose we better find our uncle and tell him we have arrived.”

TLDR

Jornar and Janas Mormont talk about the tournament before arriving and setting off to find their uncle.

A Song of Ice and Fire - the Blackfyre Rebellion

House Mormont

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House Mormont of Bear Island

Here We Stand

House Description:
The Mormonts are not a large house, even by Northern standards, yet you would fail to find a more proud or fiercely loyal house. The home of the Mormonts is a small island residing off the north western coast of the continent named Bear Island. The island is covered in a vast forest with a very large bear population befitting the house of the bear. Like the bear on their banner, House Mormont is one that believes in Ferocity, Bravery, Pride, and most important Loyalty.

The Mormonts also standout amongst the other Westeros lords by the status of women within not only their house but of their people as well. Most women within the land are trained to fight at roughly the same age as the men so they answer the call should the time come, or so that they may simply protect the island and their families from harm. This training and dedication to combat readiness have made the mormonts a name for themselves as capable warriors that fight with the resolve of ten men.

Recent History:
Very little has changed since their inception as one of the many lesser houses under the starks. To this day they remain fiercely loyal to the Starks first and foremost. Having little ambition to climb the ladder of power, the mormonts have not been known to reach too high with their arranged betrothals. Instead they have mostly kept to other lesser houses and protomitly those that rest in the north, though they have started to travel further south on some occasion. The largest break in their tradition of seclusion would be their second son, Jornar Mormonts, participating in a number of tournaments around the realm bringing fame to their house.

Family Members:

• Darren Mormont, Father and current lord of Bear Island, 54
• Lokkar Mormont, 1st born child and son, 27
• Jornar Mormont, 2nd born son, 24
• Janas Mormont, 3rd born child first Daughter, 16

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Jornar Mormont

Jornar “The wandering Bear” Mormont

Age: 24 (Born 178 AC)

Appearance:
Jornar Mormont is a tall man by most standards standing just over the 6 foot mark. He has short dark black hair that is common of most northerners with a short close kept beard to match. Though he is tall, Jornar has a more athletic build from his early years of training and running the forest as a child. When not in his suit of armor he prefers to wear simple leather clothing with some green splashed in when able to show his roots of bear island. When he is ready for combat or a tourney however, Jornar dawns a simple steel armor with a green Surcoat depicting a large black bear on its chest.

Description & biography:
Jornar was marked as something special even while he still rested in how mothers womb with his twin that would never be. As the Maesters tell, his mother pregnant with him was especially grueling all the way up until the day of his birth. On that day the Measters worked for hours to deliver both of the children safely into the world. Sadly however only Jornar survived the process with his sibling being a stillbirth. Though the keep and all her inhabitants wept for the death of a child they would never know, they did rejoice for the survival of one they said would carry the strength of two Mormonts within him. That statement and belief became more and more as the days continued to pass and Jornar took the form of a proud warrior being nearly unmatched in his martial prowess.

While his older brother was being tutored and trained in the ways of managing the island and all the skills that would be required of a lord one day, Jornar and Janas were mostly left to their own devices. Despite the age gap between them the two siblings grew quite close, almost becoming inseparable. Both have great aspirations to see the world and make a name for themselves and their family across the continent. Being that they lived in mostly a time of peace the only way to truly make a name for yourself was in the tournaments held in the southern kingdoms. And so with his fathers permission he and Janas left Bear island traveling around the continent competing in tournaments and aiding where they could, quickly earning him the nickname The Wandering Bear.

Janas Mormont

Appearance:


Description & biography:
Though she is the youngest and only daughter in the family Janas is far from the damsel in distress many would believe her to be. Not really one for dress and dolls, Janas instead took to the same activities as her brothers did, insisting that she could do better than them. Lucky for Janas she was born in one of the few places that not only accepted the strange attitude but greatly encouraged it. Though she may not be as strong as her older brother she is a true marksman with a bow and willing to place an arrow between a person's eye at a moment's notice. This feistiness as well as her combat ability quickly earned her the name of the “She Bear”

A Song of Ice and Fire - the Blackfyre Rebellion

House Mormont

[ ♫ ]

House Mormont of Bear Island

Here We Stand

House Description:
The Mormonts are not a large house, even by Northern standards, yet you would fail to find a more proud or fiercely loyal house. The home of the Mormonts is a small island residing off the north western coast of the continent named Bear Island. The island is covered in a vast forest with a very large bear population befitting the house of the bear. Like the bear on their banner, House Mormont is one that believes in Ferocity, Bravery, Pride, and most important Loyalty.

The Mormonts also standout amongst the other Westeros lords by the status of women within not only their house but of their people as well. Most women within the land are trained to fight at roughly the same age as the men so they answer the call should the time come, or so that they may simply protect the island and their families from harm. This training and dedication to combat readiness have made the mormonts a name for themselves as capable warriors that fight with the resolve of ten men.

Recent History:
Very little has changed since their inception as one of the many lesser houses under the starks. To this day they remain fiercely loyal to the Starks first and foremost. Having little ambition to climb the ladder of power, the mormonts have not been known to reach too high with their arranged betrothals. Instead they have mostly kept to other lesser houses and protomitly those that rest in the north, though they have started to travel further south on some occasion. The largest break in their tradition of seclusion would be their second son, Jornar Mormonts, participating in a number of tournaments around the realm bringing fame to their house.

Family Members:

• Darren Mormont, Father and current lord of Bear Island, 54
• Lokkar Mormont, 1st born child and son, 27
• Jornar Mormont, 2nd born son, 24
• Janas Mormont, 3rd born child first Daughter, 16

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Jornar Mormont

Jornar “The wandering Bear” Mormont

Age: 24 (Born 178 AC)

Appearance:
Jornar Mormont is a tall man by most standards standing just over the 6 foot mark. He has short dark black hair that is common of most northerners with a short close kept beard to match. Though he is tall, Jornar has a more athletic build from his early years of training and running the forest as a child. When not in his suit of armor he prefers to wear simple leather clothing with some green splashed in when able to show his roots of bear island. When he is ready for combat or a tourney however, Jornar dawns a simple steel armor with a green Surcoat depicting a large black bear on its chest.

Description & biography:
Jornar was marked as something special even while he still rested in how mothers womb with his twin that would never be. As the Maesters tell, his mother pregnant with him was especially grueling all the way up until the day of his birth. On that day the Measters worked for hours to deliver both of the children safely into the world. Sadly however only Jornar survived the process with his sibling being a stillbirth. Though the keep and all her inhabitants wept for the death of a child they would never know, they did rejoice for the survival of one they said would carry the strength of two Mormonts within him. That statement and belief became more and more as the days continued to pass and Jornar took the form of a proud warrior being nearly unmatched in his martial prowess.

While his older brother was being tutored and trained in the ways of managing the island and all the skills that would be required of a lord one day, Jornar and Janas were mostly left to their own devices. Despite the age gap between them the two siblings grew quite close, almost becoming inseparable. Both have great aspirations to see the world and make a name for themselves and their family across the continent. Being that they lived in mostly a time of peace the only way to truly make a name for yourself was in the tournaments held in the southern kingdoms. And so with his fathers permission he and Janas left Bear island traveling around the continent competing in tournaments and aiding where they could, quickly earning him the nickname The Wandering Bear.

Janas Mormont

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Description & biography:
Though she is the youngest and only daughter in the family Janas is far from the damsel in distress many would believe her to be. Not really one for dress and dolls, Janas instead took to the same activities as her brothers did, insisting that she could do better than them. Lucky for Janas she was born in one of the few places that not only accepted the strange attitude but greatly encouraged it. Though she may not be as strong as her older brother she is a true marksman with a bow and willing to place an arrow between a person's eye at a moment's notice. This feistiness as well as her combat ability quickly earned her the name of the “She Bear”

ASOIAF - Fire and Blood

THis seems really interesting if you have room. i will say i am pretty new to the setting and the lore but loving it so far.