Squrmy

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

I'm down for a new RP, too - I'll try to be more active next time around.

Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire

I'm enjoying the way things are going right now, but I'm also fine with rebooting the game if that's the way the majority rules.

What I AM a bit iffy about is making the new game in the era of Aegon's Conquest, but I guess we'll see how everything pans out.

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Ruby said
Still active and playing? Let me know either here or in PMs or in the chat or on Skype, please!Thank you. <3

I'm here, Ruby!

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The Arbor, The Reach, Westeros

The Arbor was a unique, secluded place. It was small in comparison to some of the lands which were ruled over by many of Westeros’ other Noble Houses, but almost none of those Houses could claim to hold dominion over such a beautiful and peaceful land. The island was more often than not warm and sunny, bright waves of sunlight illuminating it from above. Its coast was complete with pristine white beaches and clear blue water which lapped gently (most of the time) against the shore.

A small handful of these beaches and coves had been tarnished by human settlement, but the vast majority of them were left pristine and untouched (save for fishermen’s nets), a testament to the beauty that had been created by the Old Gods, and enjoyed by the Children of the Forest before Man had first come to Westeros. Unlike the rest of Westeros’ coastal settlements, these villages were of a small enough size - and spread out enough - that they did not pollute the water much; save for Ryamsport, which was a large town and far too densely populated to not create some form of pollution.

As one moved further inland, the beauty of The Arbor could still be clearly seen, but so too could the handiwork of mankind: well-travelled roads, both large and small, leading from the coastal settlements inwardly, to well-irrigated farms and vineyards where the grapes that went into the island’s famous wine were grown. The further inland one went, the more often human life could be seen. It was certainly less dense than on the coast (where settlements were more spread out and less frequent, but much bigger), but it was certainly more common - these inland settlements may only have been hamlets and farmsteads, but there were many of them, and the men and women who ran them were the lifeblood of The Arbor and House Redwyne itself.

Despite the frequent farms, the orderly, clearly man-made vineyards and the coastal settlements, The Arbor was still an idyllic place. It was beautiful, and Victor Redwyne rode through these beautiful lands everyday. It was his one escape, his one chance to have some amount of peace and quiet: the only time he had to get away from the stuffy atmosphere of the castle from which he ruled in his father’s place. Occasionally, he would bring his daughter along with him, but today he was alone - unaccompanied by blood, unattended by guards or retainers. He did not need their protection in his own lands, he’d say - and, privately, he would admit that he did not desire the company.

Lord Arron had left The Arbor some weeks previous, and his departure had been in some ways both a blessing and a curse. It had given Victor the chance that he needed to prove himself fully capable of ruling in his own right, but the absence of his father’s guiding and experienced hand had also left him feeling somewhat helpless. He was a militant man - he understood how battlefields worked, and had a thorough understanding of his own morals and ethics: but when it came to haggling with Dornish Merchants over the price of wine, he felt himself at a firm disadvantage. After a week of trying to best a silvertongued Dornishman in a battle of wits, he had handed the matter over to one of his senior stewards. It was a hard thing, to come to terms with one’s own shortcomings, but Victor knew he was no businessman: he would need one of his brothers (or both of them) whenever he became Lord of The Arbor.

He reigned in his horse at the highest point of one of the tallest hills on The Arbor - a spot where he would often stop to stare out at the ocean and think. His steed - a white, beautiful mare which he only used for riding - tossed its head impatiently beneath him, itching to be moving again; the man leaning forwards and running his hand down the beast’s neck, murmuring softly in an effort to soothe its impatience. The Lordling’s bright gaze settled upon a small merchant vessel, once he had straightened up again - the ship reminding him of another problem which had been coming up more frequently since his father’s departure. Pirates.

In the last month, three of The Arbor’s own vessels had been attacked by pirates while at sea, and only two of those had returned to the island relatively unscathed. The other ship’s crew had been almost completely slaughtered, and among the dead was one of Victor’s closest friends - a hedgeknight by the name of Robert, whom he had grown up with: the son of one of Lord Arron’s sworn swords. Even more vessels who had not been flying the colours of House Redwyne had been set upon, and each had reported different attackers, leaving Victor with a variety of culprits: Ironborn, simple brigands, or even pirates from the Free Cities.

Angry over Robert’s death, and wanting a payment of blood for his friend’s untimely death, Victor had ordered that six ships depart from The Arbor to search the water all around the island in every direction for any sign of the culprits, and had also sent a number more ships to patrol the Redwyne Straits, to ensure the safety of merchant vessels travelling to and from the island. This influx of piracy made him nervous, and he had some inkling - some sixth sense - that something more ominous was soon to come.

Sighing, Victor tugged on his horse’s reins - turning the animal around, and nudging her lightly with his heels: the animal’s long, swift stride quickly taking him back to the main road that led from Ryamsport to Castle Redwyne. He peered up at the heavily fortified castle, another sigh leaving the man as, not for the first time, he wished that his family were closer at hand - he felt that he would need their council, in the days to come.

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Welcome back, Wedge! Good to have ya!

Kingfisher said
Done my introductory post for House Bolton. I shall start work on a second one at some point.

I liked it! Very Bolton-esque. Gruesome, like Zach said. :P

EDIT: Got a post for Victor up - lemme know what you all think! Like.. a lot of my work so far in this RP, it's not really relevant, but set up for things to come!

Joytex said
@Squrmy: Sorry man i started writing an intro that turned into a prelude post :P ill get that up tonight and drop you a line.

All good, man - send me a PM whenever! :) Or talk to me on the chat, if you see me there.

Zacharius said
On that note, will be writing up a Yronwood sheet for all this noise.

Keep in mind that Erryk Yronwood (my toon) is the 'heir' to the House; the majority of his siblings would have been executed after the rebellion, or died during it, but one or two of them could have survived - or something like that. Send me a PM if you wanna work out some inter-connected history? I think it'd be cool. :)

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I'll try and get a post up between Ethan/myself sometime soon - I've been a bit busy this week, but it should get underway within the next few days: yay, Redwyne and Reyne scheming in Gulltown! It's my birthday on Thursday, though - so depending on what friends and family have planned, I may find myself even more busy than I already have been!

Uh, Joytex - we could start that collab sometime, if you want? Drop me a PM if you're still game.

We should get something put together for Erryk/Robb soonish, as well!

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

Aaaaaah. I wanna get something up for this, soon; I feel bad, having not been around.

I'll talk read the IC to get up to date, and talk to Ruby whenever we're both around - see if I can do something with Alexander.

I'll also try to actually get a sheet of my own done, soon - sorry for my flakiness, I've been surprisingly busy lately!

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I put a post up, just to accelerate things in the Gulltown Tournament to a stage where they can actually happen: the Tyrells, Redwynes (Emmon, Arron, Halmon), Rory Reyne and anyone else from The Reach (or elsewhere) who traveled to KL with the party from Highgarden and caught a ride on The Arbor's ships are now at Gulltown.

I tried to avoid directly talking about people's characters as much as possible: if you didn't like how I portrayed the few which I did talk about, feel free to let me know!

Sorry to see you go, Sloth! :c

Does anyone have any feedback for my House Royce?

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The Narrow Sea, Somewhere Near Gulltown, The Coast of Westeros
Roughly a week before the beginning of the Gulltown Tourney

Although he enjoyed spending time in manses, palaces and castles - and the opportunities and experiences that were made possible because of the nature of such places, situated within cities or at least close by to them, on the most part - Arron Redwyne knew, in his bones, that he truly belonged at sea. Although he was a Knight of The Reach, he had always been infected - or, as he would like to say, blessed - with an overpowering urge of wanderlust, which he had sated for the last thirty or so years to be around in order to raise his children and to be a good husband to his wife.

Now, however, with his wife gone and his children all but grown, he was finally free to sail the seas again as he had once done in his youth. Standing on the upper deck of his galley, there was an incurable grin upon the aging man’s features, a result of his finally being able to do again what he felt he had been born to do; his snowy white hair becoming tousled, thrown about by the force of the wind. Arron did not dress in noble finery or armour when at sea - he, like the most of his crew, wore leathers and a baggy cloth shirt, although they were laced up quite a bit more tightly in the presence of the Ladies, Knights and Noblemen who were travelling with them to Gulltown, hailing from regions all over Westeros.

The sound of his bo’sun roaring orders could be heard, against the sound of the prow of his ship cleaving the waves before it: the massive, well-maintained steel ram’s head at the front of the vessel looking almost as if it was guiding the galley through the waters of the Narrow Sea. Gulls circled the vessel from above, their shrieks intermingling with the sound of oars dipping in and out of the ocean - their presence signifying the vessel’s closeness to Gulltown, and the tournament for which so many had travelled, from all over the Seven Kingdoms.

Lord Redwyne’s vessel - in company with the four other ships that had come with it from The Arbor - had cast off from King’s Landing after about a week at port, the party from The Reach having arrived on the fourth day, and Emmon Redwyne and Rory Reyne having finally reached the capital on the sixth. That night, a great party was held, and noblemen from The Reach, The Westerlands and The Crownlands alike feasted alongside one another in Lord Arron’s city dwelling, enjoying the good hospitality - involving copious amounts of wine - that those from The Arbor were known for throughout Westeros.

Although he was happy to see his children and his grandson again, Arron had felt the tensions rising within the confined space of his relatively small manse - his own patience beginning to run short with Lord Leos Tyrell, he had ordered that his ships be ready to leave as soon as possible. Once the necessary preparations had been made, Lord Arron had announced that it was time to depart from King’s Landing: the man, to his surprise, leaving his daughter Cassilda behind him, in company with Lord Leos’ bastard brother, at the request of the Tyrell. Not wanting to upset his liege lord, Arron granted the request, although he thought it somewhat queer: why would his daughter wish to remain behind in the City, when a great tournament was about to be underway? It was a question best left unanswered, he found, after a brief interrogation of his middle son, Halmon - a man who even as a boy who had always been too snakelike for Arron’s liking, but whom he loved and trusted all the same.

So, leaving his daughter behind him, Lord Arron had departed: grateful to be away from King’s Landing (which had always been too large and too dirty for his liking), and back to the sea, where he felt most at home.

He had found that the journey through the Blackwater and then back onto the Narrow Sea had been much more enjoyable than the few days he had spent with his extended family in King’s Landing, cooped up in his manorhouse: the bulk of Lord Tyrell’s retainers, along with the various Knights and Ladies from all over The Reach who had travelled with him, had been distributed between his other vessels, lessening Lord Arron’s burden quite significantly: although he still had Leos himself to deal with, and his scheming sons to keep apart; including Rory Reyne, who looked to Arron to be the same as the day he had left The Arbor to reassume his duties at Castamere.

Running his calloused fingertips along the polished bannister of the upper deck - which had been reserved for the use of Lord Redwyne and his officers alone - Arron turned, leaning back against the wooden barricade: casting his bright, intelligent gaze outwards. From his position on the second highest point of the flagship - save for the Crow’s Nest - he could see a great many things, and spied his grandson Vymar talking quietly with Halmon in a corner: the young boy seeming extremely attentive - enrapt, even - to everything that his uncle had to say, his eyes wide and alive with the innocent, vibrant curiosity of youth. Vymar seemed to be much more sane than his father, and his close relationship with Halmon made Arron feel reassured about the future of The Reach after his death; even if he did feel slightly guilty that Vymar’s uncle was more of a father figure to him than the man who had sired him, at the Lord of The Arbor’s subtle request.

Lord Leos, Arron knew, was somewhere belowdecks, in the ship’s second most largest cabin - in bed, likely recovering from the events of the night previous. It had been slightly stormy, that night, and Lord Redwyne had poked his head out of the door of his cabin upon hearing a strange and out-of-place noise: a battlecry, it had sounded like, followed by the sound of frantic footsteps. The Master of The Arbor had been surprised (and slightly amused) by what he had exited the warmth of his cabin to discover, but most of all he had been worried: the sight of Lord Leos Tyrell climbing his way up the ships’ rigging, bellowing a challenge to a so-called “Storm God”, with his armoured knights fluttering about the base of the mainmast like a dozen worried hens, had certainly not been something that had inspired Arron’s hopes for the future of The Reach after his death.

Leos had been helped down from the mast by one of Arron’s sailors: the man aboard the ship who was quickest and most experienced at climbing up the labrinth of ropes that hung down from the sides of the Crow’s Nest. ‘Helped’ was quite a tame way to put it, Arron mused, a small smirk on his lips as he made his way down to the main deck of the ship: Highgarden’s ruler had been thrashing and screaming as he’d been brought down again to the safety of the deck, and had been rushed off to his bedchambers by his bodyguards as soon as he was back in their grasp. Halmon had not been over exaggerating when he had spoke of Leos’ brilliance finding its roots quite firmly in the regions of insanity.

Seeking out one of the senior members of his crew, Arron addressed the muscular young man in a low tone. “Tell the crew to make ready for port - we’re almost there, by the looks of things. Shouldn’t be too much longer now: signal the other ships, and inform our noble guests of their imminent arrival at Gulltown - I’m sure they’ll want to look their best when they step off the ship.” The man grunted, murmuring an “aye, sir” as he rushed off to carry out his Master’s commands.

Arron sighed, running a hand through his hair as he headed for his cabin. Managing his sons, Rory Reyne and Lord Leos Tyrell all at once would be no easy task, but he would do his best - after all, it was of utmost importance that his extended family would not be seen as anything but completely respectable: and powerful, as The Reach had always been. He stepped through the door into his private room, steeling himself for the days to come.

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House Royce of Runestone
"We Remember"

House Royce of Runestone is an old and powerful house of The Vale of Arryn, tracing their lineage back to the days of the First Men, before the Andals came to Westeros. They rule over their lands from their seat at Runestone, holding dominion over the lands surrounding the great and ancient castle.

In the Targaryen Civil War - the Dance of Dragons - House Royce declared alongside their liege lords, House Arryn of the Eyrie, in supporting the Blacks. They were eventually defeated in the war, and the heavy fighting cost the life of the then-current Lord Royce: causing the subsequent warding of his young son until he came of age.

When the tensions rose between Daemon Blackfyre and Daeron Targaryen, resulting in the outbreak of war between the two men and their supporters, a summons arrived at Runestone: the call of House Arryn, for House Royce to muster their banners and to fight under their liege lords. Rather than answering the call of House Arryn, however, the then-Lord of Runestone, Balon Royce, declared on behalf of Daemon Blackfyre: believing that he had a claim to the throne, having received his father’s sword rather than Daeron.

Many of the minor Houses of the Vale rebelled against the Arryns, including House Sunderland, and they were led by Balon Royce and his three sons: Benjen, Cerrick and Gerold. They rode forth from The Vale in force, evading the forces of their liegelord befire they joined forces with Daemon Blackfyre and the host he was amassing in the Riverlands. The fighting was intense, but it seemed that Daemon would be victorious, with all odds pointing in his favour.

On the eve of the Battle of Redgrass Field, Ser Quentyn was slain by a royalist archer: the first sign, perhaps, that the odds of the rebellion were turning in House Targaryen’s favour. Despite this, House Royce remained loyal to Daemon, and Balon’s forces were part of the charge that shattered Lord Arryn’s van: an act of rebellion that could never be forgiven, after the defeat of the rebels at the hands of the loyalist forces.

After the battle was lost, Balon had already lost one son, Cerrick, and had no desire for any more of his own blood to be shed. He surrendered to the royalist army, presenting himself to the wounded Lord Arryn and requesting mercy for his sons in return for his own life. His final wish was granted, and Lord Balon Royce was executed, his body given to his sons to take back to their home at Runestone.

Lord Balon’s sons have never forgotten the fate of their father, and although they know that Lord Arryn had shown mercy to their House, the Royces of Runestone had always born a slight animosity to those who ruled over them from The Eyrie, made worse so in recent years by the zealous nature of Jasper Arryn, the new Lord of the Vale - believing the influence the boy’s uncle has over him to be far too great. Despite the feelings of dissent they feel towards their Lord, House Royce remain loyal to The Eyrie, not wishing to repeat the mistakes and bloodshed of the past.

Important Members of the Household
POV Characters in bold.
More characters to come as I think of them!

Lord Benjen Royce, Master of Runestone, 36.
------Ser Lucas Royce, his son, heir to Runestone, 18.
------Lythene Royce, his daughter, 16.
------Oswell Royce, second-born son, 13.
------Martyn Royce, third-born son, 9.
Ser Gerold Royce, The Bitter Knight, 30.
------Melessa Royce, his daughter, 12.
Walder Stone, Benjen’s bastard, 20.
Maester Myles.

Benjen Royce

Name: Benjen Royce, Lord of Runestone
Age: 36
Appearance:



Benjen Royce has the look of a worldweary man, with green eyes - once bright and vibrant in his youth - now somewhat dulled and subdued, a result of the things that he has seen and experienced. His skin was once a pale colour, although it has been browned as a result as his exposure to the sun, and he has the muscular physique that is to be expected of any martial Lord.

He sports a beard at most times, clipped and neat, and is never seen without his sword.

Personality: In his youth, Benjen was a lighthearted man who enjoyed life and the pursuits that were available to him as the heir to a rich and noble family. However, after having seen his younger brother slain and been helpless to save his own father as he watched his head roll from his shoulders, Benjen has become a more reserved and stern man, hiding his true emotions behind a steel facade.

A Knight who holds to the values and virtues of old, Benjen is bound by ideals such as duty and honour, which seem to have been forgotten - at least in his eyes - by the majority of those who call themselves Knights in Westeros. He upholds all the tenants that he swore to when he was knighted, and serves his masters in The Eyrie with loyalty, after years of internal struggle, despite the animosity that he feels towards them - this feeling of acceptance and servitude born, in no small part, from the fact that his son was in their grasp from the day the rebellion had been lost.

As if his father being executed before him was not enough, Benjen had his oldest - and only, at the time - taken from him and flurried off to The Eyrie, where he was to be fostered under the influence of the very family who had slain his grandfather. Benjen had been indifferent to the Arryns before his family’s involvement in the rebellion, but as a result of his family being torn apart, he harbours a deep-seated and (mostly) hidden resentment towards those who rule over him from The Vale proper.

Calm and reserved in public, Benjen is not one to ever show his true emotions to anyone but those in his very inner circle. He metes out justice, and is known to be a fair man by those who know and serve under him: likeable, despite his stern nature, and wise beyond his years, a trait he has picked up from his mastery of the sword.

Biography: Born in Runestone, the heir of Lord Balon Royce, Benjen had a relatively easy upbringing. His father was a strict but loving man, and was devoted to his son: ensuring that he received an excellent education, honing his skills with both his intellect and his sword. Benjen demonstrated an affinity for swordplay, and even by the tender age of six it was clear that he was going to be a Knight of some ability.

He was uninterested in academics, save for the tales of the knights and heroes of old: the Lordling did all he could to avoid and wriggle his way out of his lessons on mathematics and the history of the realm: but he listened with rapt, undivided attention whenever his tutor opened the cover of one of the epic sagas. Lord Balon tolerated his son’s acts of rebellion for a time, but eventually cracked down upon him: demanding that he attend all his lessons, at the cost of being banned from training any longer with his father’s bannermen.

Balon’s threat did the trick, and Benjen attended all his lessons until he was released from the compulsory academia on his twelfth nameday. Free from the dreaded shackles of mathematics and simple accounting, Benjen focused all of his energy on his desired occupation: becoming a knight, and serving those weaker than himself. He squired for his uncle, and took his duties extremely seriously - bringing a proud smile to his father’s lips.

Benjen was knighted in his fifteenth year, and slowly began to take up more duties for his father: leading patrols in the lands owned by House Royce, training his younger brothers in the way of the sword, and settling petty disputes between the smallfolk who lived on the lands over which his House held influence.

The young Lord made a name for himself as a knight and swordsman of an excellent calibre, through his victory at numerous tournaments throughout The Vale, and even a few in the Crownlands and The Reach. He even had an interest in falconry, a pastime somewhat native to the kingdom from which he hailed.

Despite his many duties and the amount of time he spent practicing his swordfighting skills, the man still made plenty of time for recreational things: he was the life and soul of the party, and was known by his friends - and even those who did not know him - for his easy smile and quick, lighthearted humour.

He bedded his first woman - a minor noblewoman from another Vale House - at the age of sixteen, rather a late age for a man of his station. However, the union was a sweet one, but resulted in an unexpected pregnancy: Benjen had not been able to control his release, and was given a bastard son, who he had no choice but to acknowledge.

Balon was displeased by the news of his son’s siring, but allowed Walder - as the bastard’s mother called him - to come and live at Runestone when he was of an appropriate age. In an effort to prevent his son from siring any more children, Balon arranged a match with a noblewoman from The Riverlands, securing a union between the two Houses.

Benjen was married at seventeen, and the consumation of his marriage resulted nine months later in the birth of his son and heir, a babe who was named Lucas. He was a kind father to both his sons, although his wife’s influence caused Lucas to be favoured somewhat over his half-brother: the woman’s contempt for the bastard evident, but ignored by Benjen in his efforts to keep a harmonious Household. He sired another child, his first daughter Lythene, a year later.

When the deceased King’s bastard, Daemon Blackfyre, revolted in open rebellion against his half-brother Daeron, Benjen was twenty-three. Lord Royce declared for the rebel, despite his liegelord’s summons to fight on behalf of House Targaryen, and Benjen and his younger brothers loyally followed him into battle - but not before Benjen and his wife coupled on the night before his departure, giving him another son when he returned home.

Benjen made a name for himself among the other heroes on the Blackfyre side, fighting alongside Ser Quentyn, Redtusk and Robb Reyne alike. His sword claimed a great many lives - highborn and lowborn alike - during that conflict, and he was instrumental during the rebels attack on Lannisport.

However, at the Battle of Redgrass field, the tides of the rebellion changed: House Blackfyre was defeated, and Benjen’s brother Cerrick was killed during the battle. Lord Balon surrendered to House Arryn, begging for mercy for his remaining sons and their children - which was granted, at the cost of the man’s life. Benjen’s life changed as he saw the sword cleave his father’s head from his shoulders, and he became a different man that day.

He was changed even more so when he returned home to Runestone and found himself the Lord of an empty castle, his son and heir having been taken by the Arryns to foster at the Eyrie. His wife despised him, and the majority of his childhood friends were dead.

Lord Benjen turned to drink for a few years, before realising that he was disgracing his father’s memory by his behaviour. Since that day, he has served The Eyrie loyally, despite the feelings of hatred that he harbours towards the Great House.

Lucas Royce

Name: Ser Lucas Royce, Heir to Runestone, The Untainted
Age: 18
Appearance: Lucas Royce is a mirror image of his father as he was at the same age - with the same bright, intelligent green gaze that the now sombre man once possessed. He has the broad shoulders and defined musculature of a man who spends most of his time outside, swinging a sword, hunting and enjoying other noble pursuits.

He has a small scar just above his right eye - the result of a spar he once had with Jasper Arryn, when the young Lord bested him. His hair is the straw-like blonde of his mother, and has been cut short to match the similar styles that the majority of the Knights at The Eyrie sport. Despite having only spent a small amount of his life at Runestone, his father had a set of their family’s ancestral bronze armour sent to him, and he wears it with pride.

Bio/Personality: Lucas Royce is a lighthearted and laidback individual - a stark contrast to Jasper Arryn, with whom he spent the majority of his childhood. He, like his Lord father at the same age, enjoys everything that life has to offer: from hunting to swordfighting to whoring, he is the definition of a young, noble-blooded playboy. Despite his easygoing nature, he is a skilled and dutiful knight, who serves his liege lord loyally (although somewhat reluctantly): knowing when to shut up and do as he is told, a result of his squiring under Ser Danwell Arryn.

When he was sent to The Eyrie - a subsequent result of his grandfather’s rebellion against House Arryn and the Crown - he was but a boy, a child of five years. The Arryns have had an influence on him, certainly: but he is a polar opposite to Jasper, proof that Septon Gilwood never had much of an influence upon him. In fact, Lucas despised the old man whenever he arrived, and did everything that he could to stay away from him.

Even before the arrival of the Septon and the death of Jasper’s father, he and Lucas never got along: Lucas was lighthearted and easygoing, and Jasper had the air of a Lord about him already; stuck-up and pompous, he disliked losing anything, and the pair of them squabbled near constantly. Had it not been for Lucas’ friendship with Jasper’s elder sister, and the father figure that he found in Danwell Arryn, it is likely that he would have grown to hate the Arryns entirely.

Whenever Lord Ronnel passed away, and his son was declared Lord of the Vale, Jasper became nearly insufferable. This, combined with the arrival of Danwell’s uncle who Lucas nicknamed “Old Man Gilwood” made him hate The Eyrie, and almost everyone in it: again, apart from his best friend Jonella and Danwell, who served as a surrogate father for the traitor’s son.

Thankfully, before things came to a head between Jasper and Lucas - who butted heads far too regularly than was healthy for boys of their age - Danwell announced that he would be leaving for Riverrun, and Lucas would be going with him, to serve as his squire. Under Danwell Arryn’s guiding hand, Lucas’ rebellious nature was harnessed, all the energy he spent complaining was instead transferred and applied to his studies: both martial and academic.

By the time the two returned to The Eyrie from their travels, Lucas was a Knight - and no longer a spoilt, rebellious boy. Certainly, there was still no love lost between him and Jasper (and the two had their share of shouting matches before Danwell took Lucas aside and had firm words with him about his behaviour), but Lucas had taken his vows: he would serve the man loyally as long as he was his Lord, even if he was insufferable.

Although he has not seen his father - or the rest of his family - for the most of his life, having only visited his home a few times after he was taken from it as a boy - Lucas is a Royce through and through: loyal to his family, and the interests of his father.

Other sheets are coming soon! WIP!