A Song of Courage and Valour

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A Song of Courage and Valour

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- Sven -

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Personal Motto:
"Keeping your eyes sharp is the key for keeping your family safe."

[ Personal Information ]

Name:
Sven
Aliases:
None as of now.
Gender:
Male
Age:
38, born at 6 BTD (Before the Doom)

Length and body build:
He stands at 1.86m (Or 6'1 ft)
His body appears average sized, but it has many scars across it.

Weight:
80 kg/ 176 pounds

Sexuality:
Heterosexual


Grandparents:
-Father Side-
Radcliff (Deceased)
Miriam (Deceased)

-Mother Side-
Allister (Alive, 86)
Julia (Deceased)

Parents :
Trent (Deceased)
Izabel (Deceased)

Siblings:
Lilian (Younger Sister, Alive, 36)
Francis (Younger brother)(Deceased)

Spouse:
Ariana (Deceased)

Children:
Liana (Daughter, 16)


Appearance:
Sven has the appearance of a man who reached the prime of his life. His stature is well composed, and while he does not appear buff, there is little to suggest he is weak physically. His body is heavily scarred with both cuts and burn marks, but he does not attempt to conceal them in any manner beyond the clothes (And if required, armor) that he wears upon him.

His daily attire consists of a dark green shirt, dark brown pants, dark brown gloves and boots, He also has a tendency of carrying a yellow feather behind his left ear.


Loyalty:
Bannermen of Haerton.
Occupation:
Currently serves as a Hunter and a hunting mentor.
He was a Hunter since he was a kid, and stayed with the same occupation his entire life

Ambition(s):
Sven is a simple man, with a simple ambition: To make sure his daughter is raised to become the fine woman he knows she can be.
A smaller ambition he has is to become renowned for cooking the best boar in all the land.


Personality:
Sven is a rather polite and straight person. He would often prefer telling people exactly what is on his mind than to keep it in, but at the same time, if someone asks him to keep a secret, he will take it to the grave with him. He will always make sure to keep his manners in place and even if he thinks ill of someone, he will never say it out loud, to anyone, regardless of how much he wants to.

Due to his semi-success at making a name for himself as a decent hunter in the area, he has a sense of pride when it comes to his hunting, and will often be more than happy to show it. He won't brag that he is the best hunter, but he won't deny anyone saying it either.

His weakness, when it comes to anything, lies with his living family members. His sister Lilian, grandfather Allister, and most importantly his daughter, Liana. He will go any length to ensure their safety and well being, and threatening them can cause Sven to be as cold as it can get to whoever posed the threat, if not get an arrow aimed at them.

[ History ]
The History:
Sven’s past is one that was riddled with misfortune. He was born into a family that could barely sustain itself. His father, Trent, had began cursing Sven’s name the moment he came into the air, as he claimed it only meant more labour for him. While his mother, Izabel, tried to care and protect Sven as much as she could, it was a difficult task under the harsh conditions they already lived in.

When he was at the age of two, his younger sister, Lilian, was born. Once more, Trent had began cursing, this time putting more focus on his sister than on Sven. For the next four years, Trent had barely managed to scrap food and provide for his family, and his anger only grew as time passed. At the age of 6, he had left for a period of time, only to return with fresh supplies and an expression Sven had never seen on his father before. After his parents discussed something, his mother Izabel had left the house. When Sven asked about the departure, Trent simply ignored his son.

Following this, Trent began to take his son on hunting trips, while leaving his daughter under the care of Izabel’s parents, Sven’s grandparents. These trips would set Sven on the path to become a hunter, and his father Trent served as his mentor. It would take several years, but at the age of 14, Sven would pass his father in his hunting skills. It still appeared as though Trent felt nothing but resentment towards his children. At this point, Trent began staying at home, looking over Lilian as she trained to become a housewife, much like how their mother was.

Upon becoming the main provider of the family, Sven once more approached his father and asked about the whereabouts of his mother. Trent answered bluntly, stating she is paying off a debt that he made, in order to be able to raise them. Not believing, Sven set off, and found out that was the truth. Izabel was more than glad to see her grown up son, but also informed him she still had several more years to serve before their debt was done. Not wanting to leave, Sven was eventually convinced by his mother to go and take care of his sister.

More years passed, and Sven had began to make a name for himself as a local hunter. At the age of 19, he saw his mother return home. A year later, and he had yet another sibling, a young brother that was named Francis. His brother’s life, along with his mother’s freedom, would be short lived.

One night, Sven was woken up by an odd smell in the cabin they lived in. Getting up, he discovered his father had managed to acquire some liquor, and had passed out on the ground. A lit candle had fallen into the puddle of spilled liquor, and the flames were already growing. He managed to grab his sister and get her out of the cabin, but by the time he went back inside, the fire had spread, blocking his path to his father, his mother, or his young brother. Soon enough, the supports of the cabin gave in, and collapsed on top of Sven.

He woke up, wounded yet bandaged, to the sight of his sister and grandfather. While Lilian was simply glad to see him, his grandfather appeared grim and informed Sven of what happened. The rest of the family had perished in the fire, and they barely managed to get him out. Not believing what he was just told, Sven fell into despair. Both the lives of his mother, who had just barely regained her freedom, and his young brother, who barely saw the day of light, were now gone. Without thinking much of it, Sven began drinking much and allowed him to fall into a deep hole. His hunts were being hurt, and his relationship with his grandfather and sister too.

It wasn’t until a couple of months later, when he met Ariana. To him, she came like a blur of light in the middle of the night. She stood over him with a lantern, and provided him with some warmth, in the shape of a poor blanket. From that moment, they would began interacting. Ariana was nice, and enjoyed Sven’s company. Sven found her to be the guiding light he needed in a dark time. Not long after, they decided to jump into it and wed. Sven felt as though his happiness knew no bounds, and it appeared as though Ariana shared his feelings. His remaining family, Lilian and Allister, welcomed Ariana with open arms, clearly thankful she helped Sven so much. It was Ariana who taught Sven the basic skills of the Herbalist, as she was one herself.

Over a year passed, and Sven would encounter his most conflicting moment in his life. Ariana gave birth to a daughter, and she named her Liana. Sven did not argue, as he found the name to be beautiful. Shortly afterwards, he discovered Ariana had stopped responding to him. He called to his grandfather and the local physician, but it was to no avail. He learned that the labour had taken too much from Ariana, and she passed from the weak state her body was in. Looking at his daughter, all Sven could do was embrace her, giving her a quiet promise that he will always be there for her, and that her mother will always be watching.

Raising Liana, Sven found fascinated by how the girl acted. She always appeared to be curious by the things around her, but it also appeared like she was anything but naive. It certainly made him feel a bit more reassured, to know that she wouldn’t just immediately trust whatever or whoever came to her. it certainly annoyed his sister, who had moved to their grandfather’s place to help take care of him. And still, much love was given to the young girl, along with the freedom to explore what her heart desired.

When Liana was five, Sven was called to arms. Without much option, he left Liana with his sister and grandfather, before going to fight. It would be a bloody and terrible fight, but one where they would manage to defend against the opposing forces. During this, he fought alongside a man that went by Duncan. The two would become brothers at arms, their bond strengthening with each passing fight and day. Eventually, they would be allowed to return to their lives, but Sven kept in touch with Duncan, with the two visiting each other when they could. Upon Duncan’s rise to Lordship, Sven had some concern that their meetings and their nature may change, but it soon became clear this was not the case. The two kept meeting each other, and still treated each other the same as before, even if they had different ranks in society now.

As time passed, he began noticing Liana’s interest in herbalism. Being reminded of her mother, Sven decided to teach Liana everything he was taught about herbalism from her mother, and everything he learned afterwards. It wasn’t long, however, before she began studying things that were beyond his knowledge in the field. Her fascination also seemed to extend to Archery and fencing, so he trained her in Archery, while getting his good friend Duncan Ashwood to train her in fencing. While he had some concerns about the choices she was making, he decided to let her explore the many options life had to offer.


To honour Ariana’s memory, who he knew would’ve wanted Liana to explore the world.
And for Liana’s bright future.

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[ Skills and Gear ]
Skills and various Traits:
Sven has trained to be a hunter since a young age, making him very adept at tracking down creatures in the wild, stealth movement as to not scare off any potential preys and skinning of animals without harming their meat beyond the shots taken from his arrow. He has learned how to make several different types of traps, but he mostly prefers going with net traps, as he feels those are the easiest to conceal.

As part of his learning to become a good hunter, Sven learned how to use both short and long bows, but his preference and primary skill is with the short bow, and he also learned how to use a hunter's knife as his short range, melee weapon. While he has mostly trained to keep his distance, his father taught him basic self-defense and past encounters with hostile wildlife has forced him to improve it to a better degree. He isn't the quickest or strongest, but he tries making up for it with a decent amount of stamina he has. Over the years, he also learned how to make his own bows, but he only made a couple that he considers to be decent throughout his life.

He knows his way around the more common herbs and greenery, how to ride a horse and while he does not tend to show it often, he knows how to whistle well in several different tones. He also knows basic medical skills. Sven doesn’t brag about it, but he does have good cooking skills.


List of weapons

Name:
Alisbow
Description:
Sven's shortbow, and the one he most frequently uses. He is very skilled with it, and cherishes it to some degree, as he received it from his grandfather, Allister. He named the bow after his grandfather, out of respect for the man.
Appearance:
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Name:
Longbow
Description:
A longbow Sven acquired throughout his years as a hunter. He does not use it often, and his skill does not match his skill with his Alisbow, but he is still a decent shot with it.
Appearance:
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Name:
The Trent
Description:
Sven's Hunter knife. He acquired this in the year following the loss of his family, and chose to name it after his father in order to show his father will continue to take away lives even after death, as he still blamed him for the loss of his mother and little brother. Many years later, he still uses the knife extensively, but rarely speaks its name.
Appearance:
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Name:
Quiver and Iron-tipped arrows
Description:
Basic arrows that are meant to serve him during his hunts or during practices. The quiver holds the arrows, as expected.
Appearance:
(The Arrows in the image are not the same as the arrows he uses. Sven's arrows have white feathers.)
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List of armour or attire.

Name:
Leather armor
Description:
Leather armor, which is somewhat tough. Blades and arrows will still pierce it easily, but most animal fangs and nails would have a harder time. Provides a minimal amount of protection.
Appearance:
(Without the front pouch at the front of the left leg.)
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- Bredon Ashwood -

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Personal Motto:
"Keep your blades sharp and your mind sharper."

[ Personal Information ]

Name: Bredon Ashwood

Aliases: None

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-Six
Born on 13 June in the year 6 TD.

Length and body build:
Bredon stands 5'11"/180 cm tall and has a lean, muscled build.

Weight:
Bredon weights roughly 175 pounds/79 kilograms/12.5 stone.

Sexuality: Heterosexual


Grandparents:
Father’s side:
Grandfather: Tarner (deceased)
Grandmother: Arrely (deceased)

Mother’s side:
Grandfather: Bernn (deceased)
Grandmother: Lenda (deceased)

Parents :
Father: Carn (deceased)
Mother: Meya (deceased)

Siblings:
Duncan Ashwood (Older Brother)

Distant relatives:
Dyanne Snow (Niece)



Appearance:
A practical fellow, Bredon is almost never seen in anything lavish, regardless of the circumstances. The primary colors he wears outside of the typical greys, blacks, whites, and tans of the North are simple greens and browns that once served as rudimentary camouflage in the bogs and swamps of the Neck. He tends to keep his dark brown hair on the shorter side, seldom going longer than the base of his skull, and keeps his facial hair trimmed and close to his face most of the time. He as a short scar across the bridge of his nose and various others across his body.



Loyalty: House Ashwood

Occupation:
Sworn Sword and Advisor to House Ashwood.
Formerly a farmhand.

Ambition(s):
Not the most ambitious person, Bredon mainly wishes to right by his brother, his niece, and (by extension) House Ashwood. While some part of him wants to leave his mark on the world at large, he is currently content with smaller ambitions to collect and gather knowledge that he can use to help guide his brother's decisions.



Personality:
Ever the younger brother, Bredon reflexively tries to keep from drawing much attention to himself and letting others hold the present attention. He's more than happy to talk one's ear off when offered the chance but seldom lunges at the opportunity to do so. His silence is by no means an indication of any distaste or cowardice but serves to be rather emblematic of a certain patience he bears in most situations. Bredon himself has a strong sense of determination and will, and as such keeps firmly to what few ideals one can keep to in Westeros. He shows some potential to be a leader and doesn't mind taking charge when needed, but still prefers to keep his head down.

His curious mind, however, has always driven him on a quest to learn whatever he could, when he could while having strong powers of retention. In his curiosity, Bredon tends to be a rather keen observer of everything in eyesight and rather unafraid of eavesdropping from across the room if he finds the discussion interesting enough to bear. When confronted with a conflict, he typically sees violence as a last course of action and prefers to use his wit and his guile to resolve said conflicts. This should not be mistaken as him being afraid of violence, however, as he is more than willing to come to the defense of others.

[ History ]
The History:
Bredon was born the second son of a farmer, meaning his destiny was set to work the fields for his father until the time came to either work for his brother or to find work elsewhere. Before he was old enough to be sent to work with his older brother in the fields, he worked around the house and the barn. And even when he was old enough to work in the fields, he didn't complain. After all, he had no interest nor time in seeking to play with the other children of the village. His time in town was usually spent wandering around and watching interesting things, as there were few children in the village around his age.

As soon as his brother was old enough to begin training with the other boys, the younger brother often followed his elder sibling to the village in order to watch the elder boys fight and train, watching and learning from them well before he himself was allowed to begin. He was utterly fascinated, taking to examining and dissecting their techniques and their combat styles, occasionally whispering what he discovered to his older brother so that he could better thrash the other boys in the village. When the time came for his own training under the village instructors to begin, he first tried to fight like his brother, only to find that didn't have his brother's raw strength. After getting a scar across his nose from his foolishness, the young boy learned to adapt, and not just to exploit whatever knowledge he could gather. Two years later, when he was thirteen, he saw his father die of an unknown cause.

Given the age gap between himself and his older brother, Bredon was passed over in the first levy of soldiers from Fowlsfield, leaving him to tend to the farm alone with his mother and care for her when she was in ill-health. When a second levy for troops was made a year later, Bredon was conscripted at the age of sixteen alongside men who were only older than him by a couple of years and a few older men who had not yet made their way down to fight in the bogs and swamps of the Neck. Bredon did the best he could to arrange for the care of his mother with their neighbors, taking some preserved food and his seax as he marched with the marshaled Stark forces.

His training began as soon as he was pulled from the levy and marked for the light infantry, the scouting forces. The older soldiers began to instruct him in the tricks of the trade; how to track enemy troop movements, how to fight with whatever he could scavenge, how to ride on horseback, and how to survive in the wilds for days on end. There was one problem, however: being a scout required him to be literate. As this seemed to be a common concern regarding new conscripts, great pains were taken to ensure that all the newly levied scouts could, read, write, and perform basic mathematics. Even with these new skills, Bredon sought to learn all that he could do to ensure his survival, using his natural tendency to stay out of the spotlight to keep himself concealed.

Certain parts of the years-long campaign became a blur, while others became all too real. Sometimes, it seemed like the only thing that could keep Bredon going was the desire to learn more and find a weakness to end this conflict quicker. He just fought to live another day. It was rare for him to encounter his brother given he very rarely delivered information to any of the nobility after being so low on the totem pole. Eventually, he lived longer than enough of the other conscripts he met to become a sergeant among the light infantry. The increase in rank didn't change incite a change in his duties outside of being deemed as more acceptable to relay reports to the officers and nobles.

When the conflict was over, Bredon wasn't quite sure what he was to do with himself. He supposed if he couldn't find the farm work he knew, he would likely turn to be a sellsword. As soon it was possible, he reunited with his brother permanently. Receiving the news of their mother's death, his brother's rise to the nobility, and the existence of his niece, Bredon swore himself to his brother's service, believing that the Old Gods had revealed to him what his new path in life was to be. Adopting the surname "Ashwood" alongside his elder brother, he took to his new role as a sworn sword and an advisor to his brother.

From that point forward, Bredon immersed himself in the books of the newly rechristened Ashwood Manor, seeking to attain a new understanding of the world around him in order to better guide his brother and do his part around Fowlsfield.

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[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:

Regarding his mental skills, Bredon's natural curiosity lends itself to his ability to learn and decipher new information quickly, something he can capitalize on due to his literacy. He can also be an effective diplomat given some time to prepare, but pushing him into that role on-the-spot won't have the best outcome. Otherwise, Bredon can read people fairly well and has a strong sense of when and where to share information with the people who need it most.

When it comes to his physical skills, many of Bredon's non-agrarian skills come from his training from his time in the Northern army and his time learning from the village men-at-arms when he began to spar. He is fairly proficient with most weapons (not good, not bad, just proficient) one could find on a battlefield, but is only especially good with swords, daggers, and spears. He is also a strong equestrian and can fight on horseback with a small amount of skill, but nothing that could rival the finesse of the northern cavalrymen. His abilities are notably strong, however, when it comes to his survival, reconnaissance, and evasion skills.



List of weapons.

Name:
Oathsworn
Description:
Bredon's hand-and-a-half steel bastard sword, which he took from the body of an Ironborn on the battlefield after his previous sword broke during combat. When Bredon reunited with his brother after he had been made the small-lord, he gave his oath to be Duncan's loyal advisor and his sworn sword, which led to the naming of this weapon.
Appearance:
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Name:
Bredon's Long Dagger
Description:
A double-edged weapon Bredon purchased during his time as a scout. It serves as his immediate backup weapon as well as his weapon of choice for use in the off-hand. The dagger's length makes it a viable option to parry enemy attacks in close quarters. Bredon also uses this dagger when he chooses to grant the gift of mercy to an enemy combatant.
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Name:
Bredon's Seax
Description:
Bredon's first weapon, he's had this hefty, single-edged seax since well before his conscription into the Starks' army. It remains well cared-for after years of use and primarily sees use as a survival and utility tool more than as a combat weapon at the moment.
Appearance:
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List of armor or attire.

Name:
Bredon's Armor
Description:
Having worn this armor during his tenure as a light infantry scout, Bredon's armor primarily consists of a brigandine and a long gambeson (denoted as such due to its sleeve length and the fact it reaches his knees). Over the years, he has added steel vambraces and greeves, a chainmail coif, and a singe-piece brigandine gorget and pauldrons. Once he has accumulated the funds necessary, he intends to purchase a hauberk in the event of a return to war. He often wears his green cloak over his armor when not in combat.
Appearance:
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Dyanne Snow

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Personal Motto:

"Destiny, is all."


[ Personal Information ]
Name:
Dyanne Snow

Aliases:
‘Cupbearer’, by some.
‘Little Cub’, by Duncan Ashwood.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
Born 15 years after the TD (after the Doom) on 4th of August, making her 15 years old.

Length and body build:
Dyanne has a height of 1.73m / 5ft 8. She has an athletic body, which is due to her work and tasks. She seems to have the psychical development of an older teen.

Weight:
Dyanne weighs around 70 Kilograms / 154 pounds.

Sexuality:
Dyanne may be interested in men.

Grandparents:
From her father’s side.
Father: Carn (deceased)
Mother: Meya (deceased)

From her mother’s side:
Father: Bryce
Mother: Elen

Parents :
Father: Duncan Ashwood
Mother: Celia

Siblings:
None.
Distant relatives:
From her father’s side:
Uncle Bredon Ashwood.

‘Uncle’ Sven, the hunter from the place Haerton.
‘Niece’ Liana, the daughter of Uncle Sven from Haerton.



Appearance:
Dyanne is a somewhat tall girl for the age of '15-16'. She has raven black hair and a fair complexion. Her eyes seem to be a tad pale blue but this is likely due to her complexion. She does seem to share a few similar features as Duncan, such as their nose and the way that they smile. Features that seem small but sparks out when the two are together.



Loyalty:
Bannerman of Ashwood.
Occupation:
Serving currently as cupbearer to Lord Ashwood and being somewhere as his ‘unofficial herald’ in Fowlsfield.

Ambition(s):
Her current ambitions aren’t really grand. She desires to be seen more than as a bastard, the mere product of what happened between two teens that were briefly attracted to one another. Though not certain how to achieve this, Dyanne doesn’t hold the illusion that she will be more than what people see her as: a mere bastard.
She does have the idea to one day travel to warmer places, for she has heard stories of places that are apparently filled up with sand or a total new continent.



Personality:
Dyanne tends to be seen as a shy or introvert person. She doesn’t seem to enjoy attention. Though this can be blamed on the mere fact that she is quite self-conscious about her origin. With some people refer to her simply as ‘Snow’, this has become a stain on her confidence.
Within company that she feels comfortable in, Dyanna can open up - like snow melting when the warm rays of the sun hit. She is quite curious and willing to learn more about the world, in particular about the south of the Neck.

Furthermore, Dyanne can be quite blunt. This is likely blamed on her father, Duncan, who can be quite ‘direct’. But in most company, Dyanne does refrain from cursing or using strong language.

[ History ]
The History:
The story of Dyanne starts in shame and embarrassment. Her mother was nothing more than a young lass that worked at her father’s inn. During the more turbulent times when the Ironborn attempted to attack the North, foolishly attempting to go through the Neck, her mother would meet with a young man from farther north.
This meeting would escalate into a romantic activity in a stable between Dyanne’s mother and the young lad. It would have been fine if that exchange wouldn’t wind up in Dyanne growing within the womb of her mother. Though some methods were attempted to get rid of Dyanne before she would even breath air through her own lungs, she would be born nine months later.

The choice that her mother had were to either abandon her in the wild or keep her. While it was tempting to do the draconic method to leave the newborn babe in the wild, her mother had a different idea. For never would the shame be washed away, not with Dyanne’s death.
Instead her mother intently listened to rumours of what occurred further down south. There was a chance that the young lad would return on his way back north, likely traveling the same path with the others as they had did to march south.
The chance was there that Dyanne’s father could have died in a skirmish as a nobody. Or got lost after a fight in the swamps of the Neck. But her mother was determined and it seemed that the Gods favoured Dyanne’s mother.
Cause the young man that came back wasn’t the same as the one that had shared the hay with Dyanne’s mother. By the luck, directly from the Gods it seemed, the young man was now a small lord. Confronting the young man in person about the product of their romantic night, Dyanne would be handed over to Duncan. All for a small sum of money being later send to Dyanne’s mother.

Taken further north, Dyanne would be destined to grow and life in her father’s hall. Though her father acknowledged her as one of his own, she would bear the name of ‘Snow’. Unless by some miracle, the Starks would legitimize her. But that would be very unlikely for an unknown small lord that barely seemed interested to meddle with other nobles.

As Dyanne grew up, she would have the luck to be allowed to live in her father’s manor. Under his protection and roof, she would in any case be sleeping with a belly full of food and enjoy a hearth’s warmth.
But that didn’t make life easy for her. For she had to work for her share of food and her place underneath her father’s roof. The first task was rather simple. Even giving the idea that her father cared for her. It was to be his dear, little cupbearer.

If she would only stay small and young, she would have only kept such a simple task. With her body developing and growing some more muscle, Dyanne would be send on all kinds of errands. Delivering a verbal message to folk of Fowlsfield. Helping out a hand with a farmer that direly needed help. Carry heavy tools that were produced by the smiths, to be brought to the market.
Whereas a daughter of nobility perhaps dreamt of fine jewelry, dresses and even finer men to spend time with, Dyanne all dreamt of keeping her place in her father’s manor. For as she grew up, her understanding of her situation started to grow.

And if by any chance her father would get wed and receive a son, Dyanne’s chance of keeping her own small room and somewhat good life would be gone.
Just like snow, melting from the warmth of a summer sun.

To increase her chance to become loved by her father would make her start to show an interest in what her father loved. She would learn where to get the best ale. What kind of songs he enjoyed the most during drinking. And starting to learn how to swing a weapon or two.
Though granted, she would wind up injuring herself far more often than progressing to learn and advance into martial prowess.
Yet, her work would show its results as Dyanne would one day be refrained from her usual heavy labour. Waking up a morning, Duncan would instruct her to get dressed and head outside with him. Once outside, Dyanne’s confusion would turn into joy and later blue bruises as her father started to instruct her how to properly wield a blade.

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[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:
Dyanne has a decent voice to sing with. She has a good memory, quick to remember something that happened or what a person likes. Thanks to her father, she has learned how to wield some weapons rather decently. Though she lacks the brute strength that her father or other men have, she has agility and finesse to make up for it.

Furthermore, she has good stamina and has proven herself to be quick on her feet. If it counts for anything, Dyanne also possess a healthy amount of patience to endure people or watch from the background, content with just observing..



List of weapons.

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Dyanne doesn’t have the steel armour. But just a fun image to use.

Name:
Bearclaw
Description:
A fine steel one-hand-and-half sword. Though there is no way in Seven Hells that Dyanne could afford a weapon such as this as her own, it was gifted to her by her father on her 15th name day. Ever since then, it has become Dyanne’s most prized and valuable possession.
Appearance:
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Name:
Dyanne’s knife.
Description:
Nothing really interesting, really. It is a sharp knife that goes along on the weaponbelt, that has the scabbard of Bearclaw.
Appearance:
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List of armour or attire.

The usual clothing that Dyanne wears are of decent quality. This is thanks to the generosity of her father, Duncan Ashwood. Most of her attires are quite simple and this is likely both due to her status as her own preference. With simple attires of dull colours, it is much easier for her to fade away from the attention of people.

Name:
Dyanna’s ‘Gear’.
Description:
Though it isn’t in a large sense protective as the leather isn’t able to resist sharp steel weapons - not in the sense that one will be comfortable with it on a battlefield situation. It is the gear that Dyanna wears often when practicing her skills or when she has to present herself as cupbearer of Lord Ashwood during ‘formal events’ in Fowlsfield.
Appearance:
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- Eyme Haerton-


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Of course, no fire spell included. But I am not going to photoshop that away.


Personal Motto:

"A person who deserves my loyalty receives it."

[ Personal Information ]

Name:
Eyme Haerton.

Aliases:
Lady Haerton.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
Is currently 33 years old. Born a year before the Doom of Valyria.

Length and body build:
Eyme stands at a length of 1.72m / 5ft 7 feet. She sports a tuned body, the result of hard labour and her interests.

Weight:
Eyme weighs approx 72kg / 158 pounds.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Grandparents:
Father’s side:
Grandfather: Culler Haerton
Grandmother: Brise Haerton

Mother’s side:
Grandfather: Rud Hornwood
Grandmother: Dorthy Hornwood

Parents :
Father: Malrik Haerton
Mother: Branelle Haerton
Siblings:
-
Distant relatives:
-



Appearance:
Eyme is usually described as a woman who’s facial expression seemed to be stuck at a serious look. She tends to keep her hair in a braided style, both for practicality as for fashion. Her clothing doesn’t entirely seem to resemble what one would expect from a noble lady, even if it of a lesser house. She doesn’t seem to like skirts, preferring tunics and pants for practical uses.



Loyalty:
Bannermen of Haerton.
Occupation:
Lady of Haerton, a bannerman of House Bearon.

Ambition(s):
The ambitions of Eyme aren’t really well known. Through her actions and personality, it is quite clear that she desires to keep the settlement of Haerton to grow and prosper. There are some who wonder if she doesn’t aim for anything bigger but many in Haerton rather don’t speak this out in the open.



Personality:
Eyme is described by many as a stern and even harsh person. She is often blunt and doesn't seem to have much respect for social classes. Instead, she values merit over inherited blood and chooses her loyalty based on that - whenever that is possible. This has made her less loved by other nobility but be able to govern the people of Haerton rather efficiently.
As one can expect from somebody who has a 'zero-bullshit' attitude, Eyme doesn't hand out her loyalty or trust easily. She is highly wary of outsiders or people who haven't yet proven their value.

On the other side, she can be a staunch loyalist. Though stubborn at times, she is quite flexible and thinks before she acts. This is often seen at exchanges, where she tends to keep her thoughts for herself and doesn't indulge others entirely in her plans. Which has proven rather often useful for her own ambitions.

[ History ]
The History:
Born as the oldest daughter of Culler Haerton, the previous (small) Lord of Haerton, it wasn’t certain if Eyme would inherit the leadership. With the succession laws of the land being more favourable towards sons, Eyme’s childhood would already hint towards the stubborn and serious nature. As a child, Eyme showed little interest in playing around and seemed more attuned to working hard. This made the bond between her and her mother at times straining, because of Eyme’s refusal to groom herself and head out to wander around Haerton - getting involved with helping people, in return for a copper coin or so.

Growing up to a young girl, Eyme started to work on what could be described as unorthodox by the more traditional folk. While she was supposed to be a lady, she started to invest time and effort into building a connection with the people of Haerton. She would often be found to study people in silence, which was first considered odd. But eventually, it would grow on a lot of folk in the settlement. After all, Eyme would on occasion still help with some projects - such as building new sheds and etc.
Manners like how to behave as a lady simply didn’t seem to interest Eyme, who seemed to be quite the rebel teen when it came down to wear a skirt or try to groom her hair. The only reason why she isn’t so uncouth is probably because of the almost equal stubbornness of her mother, Branelle.

When Eyme started to become a young woman, she would be more temperate in her manners. While involving herself with the locals, she would assert her influence through her knowledge of various fields as using connections to consolidate herself as the favoured heir of her father. Managing to do so, this created a pressure for Culler to make Eyme into his heir. Making the first step of the young woman's ambition set.
Once it was certain that she had reached what she wanted, Eyme started to consolidate her position. With growing loyalty, she started to expand her network of associates. People from Haerton would start to venture on some trading expeditions to other settlements and bring back wares and wealth, usually based on what Eyme could get as information from those loyal to her. Over time, her knowledge on the matter of economy, trade and information started to show its merit: slowly more people started to believe that Eyme was the best choice to follow Culler. Even if she was born as the fairer gender.

In the year 21 TD, Culler Haerton would die at the age of 52. During a hunt into the wolfswood, he would together with a companion fall prey to a hungry pack of wolves. When two days past, hunters were sent out to search for Culler and his companion. They stumbled on the shredded remains and brought back what they could find so that both men could have a proper funeral with all demanded decorum.
Stepping up as the leader of Haerton, Eyme started to make her influence even ring louder. Projects were issues and the settlement started to undergo a serious transformation. Whereas the boundary between the settlement and outside was barely marked, Eyme started a large project to erect a palisade wall and ditch. This soon followed by expanding the market as well as building a hall in Haerton, where the community could come together to form an assembly - its goal being to settle disputes and hold meetings with Eyme.

Certain traditions would be expanded as well. Whereas many places in the North have the obligation to instruct and train their (male) smallfolk, a day a week, into some martial training Eyme would step it up. Both on Mondays and Fridays, anybody between 12 and 50 years would be obligated to train matters like archery and basic training. And not only boys and men were obligated but girls from the age of 12 to 35 would be drafted into these required training.
Some did disagree but the effects of Eyme's decisions would dissuade many from opposing the Lady of Haerton, to the point that many locals have a great amount of faith in her.


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[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:
Eyme is a woman of various skills. What she is most known for her is knowledge regarding certain topics, such as trade and reading people. What most don’t realise, or at least fail to do so, is that she relies a lot on experience and her network of loyal associates.
She is a decent hunter and tracker as well being able to put up a nasty fight, though martial prowess has never been her main focus.
Having studied locals and being fueled information, Eyme is somewhat decent at reading and predicting people. Though this is a field that isn’t as solid or simple as it may seem, Eyme’s skill is enhanced by that she has great control over her emotions.

Furthermore, she tends to be quite patient and play for the long run.



List of weapons.

Name:
Culler’s Blade
Description:
A sharp seax blade that once belonged to her father, is now in the possession of Eyme. She is capable of adequately handling herself in a pinch against a middling skilled fighter.
Appearance:
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Name:
Eyme’s bow
Description:
It is a bow that Eyme has trained with and even used a few times when on hunting. A bow made by a very good friend of hers. Though she is by far not the best archer in the lands, she is quite capable of landing a few good aimed shots with her bow. Its draw weight is around 65 pounds.
Appearance:
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Name:
Eyme’s connection and network of associates.
Description:
Though not a direct weapon such as a knife, arrow shot from a bow or a sword, it can be considered a ‘weapon’ by the right handling. Having build up a network of associates and people loyal to her, Eyme is capable of gaining information from the region with rather ease. This network isn’t unrestricted, however, as it may sound. The associates are often of lowborn and seeing it is usually information that goes via via, Eyme can’t always entirely rely on it.




List of armour or attire.

Her attire is pretty much as the image at the top of the character sheet. Though Eyme posses a few skirts, these are by far not of the same quality a noble lady would have in her wardrobe. As a lower noble and the revenue that Haerton is capable of providing, Eyme’s clothing do have a decent quality to them.
In terms of protective wear, Eyme doesn’t have any top notch armour to her possession. For it hasn’t become a need for her and, hopefully, it won’t come to that.
 
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- Duncan Ashwood -

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Personal Motto:
"... Arselings..."

[ Personal Information ]​

Name:
Duncan Ashwood

Aliases:
None so far.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
Born in 3TD (after The Doom), which makes Duncan 29 years old.

Length and body build:
Duncan has a height of 1.82m / 6ft 1. His build is strong and seems to reflect his martial prowess.

Weight:
Duncan weighs approximately 80-82 kilograms.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Grandparents:
Father’s side:
Grandfather: Tarner (deceased)
Grandmother: Arrely (deceased)

Mother’s side:
Grandfather: Bernn (deceased)
Grandmother: Lenda (deceased)
Parents :
Father: Carn (deceased)
Mother: Meya (deceased)
Siblings:

Distant relatives:
Not that he knows off.



Appearance:
Duncan appears often quite groomed. He often jokes that his beard is a source of his pride and joy. Though he isn't vain, Duncan does understand the importance of appearing somewhat groomed and kept. However, his clothing does represent his tastes quite well. They are focused on practical use rather than to display wealth or position - not that as a small lord, Duncan has an abundance of wealth.
What is further noticable about the appearance of Duncan is that he is rarely seen without a weapon. Let it be something as small as a seax or his hatchet, to his bastard sword. Though the harsh reality is that he won't be allowed to carry weapons to every meeting.



Loyalty:
Bannerman of House Ashwood.
Occupation:
The leader of House Ashwood.
Used to be a farmhand though.

Ambition(s):
Truth be told, Duncan doesn’t seem to uphold a lot of ambition. He is quite content with his place in life. Seeing that he started out as a simple man and is now in charge of a large village, he doesn’t yet have gained any aspiration to make a bigger name for himself.



Personality:
Duncan is considered by most folk as a direct person. He doesn’t always say what he has on his mind - for he is quite aware of what it means to be tactful. However, he doesn’t really seem to hide his opinion on people when he is conversing with them. This ranges from giving people nicknames to simply refusing to give a person the respect that they demand - which usually comes from the fact that Duncan values merit over inherited wealth and bloodline.

That comes without a saying that Duncan is a relatively loyal person. I mention relatively because he isn’t staunch loyal to a person or a cause. His first concern his own wellbeing. What follows next is usually what he feels most like - the usual friend and family affairs. This may come off that he is quite selfish but he does have some value to the people that are under his protection.

[ History ]
The History:
Duncan came into the world as the boy of a farmer. If one asks him, he likes to summarize his childhood as absolute crap. From the day that he was able to use his hands to be useful, he was set to work. Playtime was barely a thing for every spent on playing during the day was spend to help at the farm. Helping to set up fences, tend to the crops, harvest the crops, help to repair that old beam etc.
And when day turned into evening, young Duncan wouldn’t have much spirit or energy to play around. Not that he had much toys to play around with. Money was better spend on tools, clothing or food. The rare times that Duncan could play during his childhood was with the boys in the village of Fowlsfield with sticks, imitating to be soldiers or adventurers on a legendary quest. Or just for the fun of swinging a stick around and try to beat another that tries to swing a stick as well.

Matters would become more mature when Duncan started to reach the age of eleven. A common tradition in the Westerosi world is that boys often are being obligated to train once a week with peers. The old lord of Fowlsfield didn’t train Duncan or the other boys nor did his household guard. It were usually the men that had served in a previous campaign or just knew how to hold a spear or use a bow.
Despite some not liking the idea of young boys being taught how to use a weapon, Duncan looked forward to it each week. It was much more interesting than working as a farmhand and much better than to swing a stick around.

Weeks would pass into months and months declining into years, this cycle continuing until Duncan reached the age of sixteen. Despite being a brash young man, he would be forced to become the man of the house. His father perished, at the age of 52. The reasons? Unknown.
Now being the oldest man, Duncan had to work even twice. Even three times as hard as before, to take off some weight from his mother. No longer could he do what one would expect from his age - to now and then chase after the young lasses in the village and consider to build his own home.

Then the call to arms dawned upon the settlement of Fowlsfield. The Ironborn were apparently attempting to move their way through south, through the Neck. Where a keen military commander would consider such a move very reckless, it certainly fit with the Ironborn - who likely grew arrogant by their successful conquest of the Riverlands.
While Duncan was eager to indulge himself into some martial affairs, he didn’t have much. A simple shield, hatchet and spear was all that his father had left him. Using what money he had saved, he was capable to afford himself a gambeson but that was all he could muster without leaving his mother penniless.

The campaign south introduced Duncan to the harsh reality of war. Despite being at the age of 18 and quite accustomed to hardship, he hadn’t expected the bloodshed to be this heavy. During a skirmish, led by the previous lord of Fowlsfield, Duncan managed to save the life of his lord. This action wasn’t done out of charity but merely because Duncan already had engaged a few Ironborn and unknowingly bought time for his lord to make a safe retreat after being wounded.
The following day, Duncan received some honors and would be allowed a position within his lord’s household guard. Reluctantly, Duncan accepted it but still found himself stuck into the thick of the fight. It was where he would get to bond with another unlucky bastard, by the name of Sven.

Eventually, the campaign south would end with the Ironborn incursions being repelled. Upon the return north towards Fowlsfield, a rather grim event occured. The wounds that the old lord of Fowlsfield had received were starting to give way to a serious infection. Despite the best care, the old man passed away. Not before he had a final talk with the late lord Bearon. Who addressed Duncan and made him the next small-lord of Fowlsfield. Though somewhat confused by this new development, Duncan saw some opportunities arise. Namely that he no longer needed to work on a farm. That and now he could take real care for his mother.
Only for the sad news to reach him that his mother had passed away, a week or two before he would arrive back.

Saddened by his loss, Duncan did start to work on his new occupation as the new lord. Adopting the name of Ashwood, Duncan started to make work to bring new life into his small demense. The access to the ironmine would become better and Duncan started to involve himself more with the concern of the locals. He would allow to have a meeting point in front of his hall, so that he would become more acquainted with the people in his village. His once would be neighbours were now his subjects and despite the initial wariness towards Duncan being their appointed leader, he managed to win and charm the people of Fowlsfield. His background likely making it easier for him to become close and trusted. Not to mention that he frequented drank with his subjects, opening his own hall for it.

As the years would slowly pass, Fowlsfield would become more prosperous due to the ironmine and support that Duncan gave to the farmers. Even starting to become more involved with the other bannermen, of House Haerton. Which is partially thanks to his strong friendship with Sven and his daughter Liana, the later which Duncan even trains in learning how to ride a horse and swing a sword properly.
Last but not least, Duncan has become very fond of a newfound pet. A cat that goes by the name of 'Ser Whiskers'.

A (rough) depiction of Duncan and his cat, Ser Whiskers.
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[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:
Duncan is a most capable fighter. Being in the prime of his life, he has managed to spend a good amount of time into refining his combat skills. This mostly goes for wielding a weapon in close quarters. For while Duncan has attempted to prevent his archery skill to rust, he is at best an average shot.
No, his true skill come into play when he is able to face an opponent in close quarters. His reflexes and strength allow him to stand his ground.

He has shown that he has the insight on how to lead most people around. Using various subtle techniques to make people relax and agree with him. Furthermore, Duncan has spend time to learn how to write and read - though he still find it tedious to write in a way that one can actually read his work, without the need to squint their eyes.
Furthermore, he is decent at riding horses and following tracks.



List of weapons.

Name:
The Sword of Ashwood
Description:
A proper quality steel bastard sword. It used to belong to the previous lord of Fowlsfield but got into Duncan’s possession after being appointed as the next lord of the settlement. It has become one of his favourite possessions as he has been training with it ever since he became the lord of Fowlsfield.
Appearance:
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Name:
Duncan’s Axe
Description:
While Duncan is quite happy to wield a sword, he is quite fond of axes as well. According to Duncan, owning a handaxe is never a bad thing. The handaxe is useful as a tool and as a weapon.
Appearance:
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Name:
Duncan’s Shield
Description:
Because safety is a priority, certainly when it involves people who swing or throw weapons around. Or people who use bows or nasty crossbows to shoot at you.
Appearance:
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List of armour or attire.

Duncan has a few sets of clothing. Despite earning a steady revenue, compared to what he once had to contend himself with, Duncan is a modest man when it comes to fashion. He doesn’t like the elaborate fashion of higher nobility, opting for clothing that are relatively of good quality but don’t tend to come over as too posh.

Name:
Duncan’s Armour
Description:
This set of armour was originally not his but that of the previous lord. Coughing up the money for the armour to be refit to his measures - a sore point as Duncan still to this day believes he paid too much. The armour exists out of three layers. The first layer is padding clothing. This is followed by a chainmail hauberk. As last layer, Duncan wears a coat of plates. This combination provides aquadate protection from angry nobles, greedy bandits and desperate peasants.
Appearance:
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- Liana -

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Personal Motto:
"I beg to dream and differ."

[ Personal Information ]

Name:
Liana
Aliases:
Little Sparrow.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Born 16 years after the TD (after the Doom) on 4th of August, making her 16 years old.

Length and body build:
Liana has an athletic build and stands around the height of 1.67m, thus 5'5 feet.

Weight:
Liana weighs around 60 kilograms (135 lbs).

Sexuality:
Heterosexual


Grandparents:
Father’s side:
Trent (Deceased)
Izabel (Deceased)

Mother’s side:
Rick (Deceased)
Ilse(Deceased)

Parents :
Father: Sven (Alive, 38)
Mother: Ariana (deceased, 16 years ago)

Siblings:
None.
Distant relatives:
Great-Grandfather (Father side): Allister
Aunt (Father side): Lilian

'Uncle Duncan'
'Niece Dyanne'.



Appearance:
Liana has a fair skin complexion with light brown hair that reaches her shoulder. Paired with two brown eyes and slim build, Liana is often seen in attires that seem carefully picked to not make her too noticeable. Her presence is accompanied with a soft and friendly voice which is often to be said sweet to the ears. A playful smile usually adorns the thin lips of Liana, when she feels at comfort.



Loyalty:
Bannermen of Haerton.
Occupation:
Current occupation is herbalist.

Ambition(s):
Liana doesn’t have any big ambitions. She is mostly curious and willing to learn skills that she can get from her father. There is also the curiosity that she has regarding the skills of the friends of her father.



Personality:
Liana is not the most present person. She tends to keep things mostly to herself or those that she considers trustworthy. And her trust is hard to get. In a harsh world where she isn’t surrounded by luxuries, Liana has learned to accept that life is harsh. This makes her usually pretty honest, to the point she would most likely upset a lot of people, if it weren’t for her cautious and silent demeanor around people she doesn’t trust.

Other than that, Liana tends to be capable to deal with stress. The less luxurious lifestyle and her father’s guidance made her into a rather diligent and disciplined person.

[ History ]
The History:
Liana came into the world as the daughter of a hunter and herbalist. While one would likely argue that being raised without a mother would have its impact on the child’s development - certainly social-emotional development - Liana grew up without much of an issue. She would grow up as a child that was more keen to stay out of trouble and watch things, than to rather get involved and bring the ire of her father on her.
However, one experience would somewhat change Liana’s viewpoint on the world. At the age of five, she would see her father march off to the south. Not understanding at that age why her father had to go away, Liana turned from a silent girl into a true rebel. This phase would, eventually come to end. But not without the girl harbouring a serious distrust to nobles and their ability to call smallfolk to their ‘squabbles’.

As the years started to pass, Liana started to grow a certain curiosity towards herbalism. Most intrigued by how plants can be used to produce all kind of tonics, she would gain first some help from her father. But at a certain point, Liana started to outpace her father’s knowledge. Being able to carefully observe the effects on her own, Liana would start to make her own recipes. Ranging from tonics that could help to withstand a fever to lesser benevolent recipes.

The young girl also started to develop an interest into some other fields. With her father as a hunter, she started to pick up on some of his archery lessons. Together with the mandatory duty of attending to the weekly training, Liana would attempt to outperform her peers at archery. Though she wasn’t the strongest or fastest, she was certainly driven. Even if she realised that she wasn’t going to become the best shooter in the village, when it came to her peers.
Around some time, she also started to learn and meet one of her father’s friends. Duncan Ashwood, who apparently seems to be a good friend of Sven. Intrigued by this unknown man, Liana kept her distance at first. Only to afterwards bombard Sven with questions.
By the next time that this Duncan fellow visited, Liana was ‘waiting’ for him. The first exchanges would be short and having a cautious approach from the young girl. Only when she started to warm up to the man, she would get bolder. To the point where she started to show interest in what Duncan was an expert in.

Before she would request Duncan to help her become better at certain skills, she would request her father’s permission. Only then she started to expand her horizon and knowledge, wanting to learn more about the world. This would make Liana start to open up to some more people for a short time. Leading to her eventually building the base for a friendship with Daella.

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[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:
Liana has a diverse kit of skills. Her most dedicated expertise is herbalism. With her father’s guidance and her own research, Liana has become able to indulge more into the field. Capable of mixing and producing some strong tonics that can be used to benefit one’s health, she has also dabbled more than a bit into the opposite - namely toxics.
More than that, she has been training archery for the past few years. While she doesn’t have the sharpshooter skills as her father - who has much more experience - she has becoming a decent shot. Together with tracking and learning about wildlife, Liana is starting to pick up more skills from her old man.

Another field that she started to dabble in is martial prowess. While Liana isn’t the physical strongest person around, she is rather agile and quick.




List of weapons.

Name:
Liana’s bow
Description:
It is the bow that her father made for her. It is mostly suited for hunting small animals. And while one can argue that it could kill a person, the draw weight is 50 pounds. Naturally, she owns her own quiver that can hold a dozen of arrows in it.
Appearance:
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Name:
Liana’s satchels
Description:
The satchel that Liana wears around her, most of the time. The satchel is to provide her with some spacing to collect and save herbs.
Appearance:
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Name:
Herbalism tools
Description:
The wooden tools that Liana uses to grind, mix and create her tonics. These tools are usually kept within her belt pouch. Quite careful with her tools, it is rare occurrence when she allows a stranger to use her tools.


Name:
Liana’s belt pouch
Description:
Another useful utility item that Liana uses to store herbs and resources. Though the pouch is largely reserved for her tools to conduct her herbalism practices.
Appearance:
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List of armour or attire.

Liana doesn’t own any armour. And clothing is relatively scarce as well, compared to ladies of noble birth. She has a few tunics and pants. With nobody to knit or sown her clothing, she has become somewhat acquintated to do it herself.
Most of her clothing have an earthy colour - such as brown or green. Her favorite is a dull-yellow tunic.
 
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- Daella Snow -

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Personal Motto:
"Respect? Loyalty? Earn it."

[ Personal Information ]

Name:
- Daella Snow -

Aliases:
N/A

Gender:
Female

Age:
- Born 14 years after the TD (after the Doom) on 20th of June, making her 18 years old.

Length and body build:
Daella has an athletic build and stands about 1.689 meters, 5’ 6.5 feet.

Weight:
Daella weighs around 62.6 Kg, 138 lbs.

Sexuality:
Asexual


Grandparents:
Father’s Side:
* Urien (Deceased)
* Ema (Deceased)

Parents :
* Father: Tadd Bearon (Deceased)
* Mother: Unknown

Siblings:

* Half-Brother: Lord Drevyn Bearon
* Half-Brother: Braken Bearon
* Half-Sister: Isuara Bearon
* Half-Sister: Brylee Bearon

Distant relatives:
N/A



Appearance:
- Daella tries her best to dress simply for a noblewoman. Dressed typically in a simple clothing, or maybe even a dress of a darker color, which stands in contrast to her light-toned skin. However, it is typically quite difficult for the bastard to avoid sticking out in most situations because of how distinctly different she looks than the rest of her siblings. Her platinum-blonde hair and violet colored eyes tend to catch attention rather easily. Daella does not own any sort of jewelry, which works fine for the young girl as she has no use for the attention such things can draw to her. -



Loyalty:
- House Bearon -
Occupation:
- Cupbearer -

Ambition(s):
- Daella wants to bring about an end to the constant looks of disgust she gets for being a bastard, to earn the respect of those around her. She wants the validation of being legitimized and being needed by her family. A chance to learn about who her mother was would also be most welcome in the girl’s life. Daella would also much like to see the protection of those she cares for, and seeing their goals achieved. -



Personality:
- Daella is to most, a rather quiet and reserved girl. Somebody who much prefers to stay in the background and watch others than participate. Somebody who wants to avoid attention much rather than draw it to herself. She rarely ever will speak out unless is spoken to, the exception being to defend her older brother, Lord Bearon, if needed. She seems to have the expected manners of young woman, but there is always a twinkle of intelligence in her violet eyes. How there are little ticks that somebody might pick up on in the girl’s body language whenever she is upset. A hand balled tightly into a fist for a moment, a flash of irritation across her feature, small signs that would slip by most to show when her anger is flaring.

Daella is also rather kind towards the commoners she has come in contact with. While she is aware her life is still different than theirs, the girl appreciates how the commoners don’t judge her nearly as badly as some of the nobles did for being a bastard. As such, she has some pretty good relationships with a couple of the commoners.

To those she trusts, or her immediate family, Daella is much more open in expressing herself. Towards Drevyn and Isuara, Daella can be quite warm and friendly as the two have often shown themselves to be kind towards her. However Brylee and Braken do not see any of this warmth. Towards these two Daella is cold, and often enough quite sassy and outright rude towards. When alone with somebody she trusts, Daella is often enough showing how frustrated she is with the treatment she recieves for being a bastard. Something which she had little control over. These people would also find that she quite enjoys calligraphy, dancing, and has quite the sweet tooth whenever she can get away with it. -

[ History ]
The History:
- Daella has not had the typical life of a noblewoman in the North. This is due to Daella’s parentage, as the youngest of the Bearon family was born out of wedlock. Born to the late Lord Bearon, Daella has lived her entire life as a snow. The bastard daughter of the late lord. This of course resulted in quite a bit of resentment from the nobles around the castle, and even from some of her own siblings. Much of her young life was learning how to be unassuming, just a simple face in the background that would hopefully make it harder for her to be noticed. The girl also practiced hard to learn how to read and write, wanting to impress her father so he might notice her and be at least a bit proud of the girl. Along with these hopes of making her father proud, Daella hoped they would lead into her father telling her a bit more about who her mother was and maybe even moving to have her legitimized.

However, things would not pan out quite that way for the girl. Over the years, she started to realize that no matter how hard she tried for her father, she wasn’t really going to gain any ground with the man. Accepting her new reality, Daella simply decided to try her best to find her place in the family. Over the years since, she has grown rather close to her oldest brother, Drevyn, and her older sister Isuara. Meanwhile Braken and Brylee are two people that Daella despises the most in the world, mostly due to their treatment of the bastard. As such she usually treats with not even a hint of respect of kindness, as Daella has come to firmly believe that one needed to earn respect as opposed to being given it. During these years, she has spent a large amount of her time working towards improving herself to hopefully prove herself worthy of the respect of others.
Whenever Daella was about 16, she had a chance meeting with a smith’s apprentice working in the employ of House Bearon. This happened to be during one of the few times she slipped out of the castle to spend time among the commoners. People who didn’t particularly judge her for she was, and overall people who she was able to get along decently. On the day she met the smith’s apprentice, Daella happened to poking her head around near where the boy worked. Her curiosity about how the smiths all worked causing her to venture on over. In the next couple of months, Daella visited the boy a few more times. The two forging an unlikely friendship between the smith’s apprentice and a young noblewoman. However, their friendship would be put to a swift end not long after when the apprentice was sent away by the smith he worked under. Before he left, the boy helped forge a simple dagger and gave it to his friend as a gift. Unfortunately for Daella, her friend never came back from his errand.

When her father passed and Drevyn became the new Lord Bearon, Daella was asked to take the position of cupbearer for the man. Something the girl knew meant that he trusted her, and deeply appreciated. Of course, that doesn’t mean that Daella is content just this role. Instead, the girl has been trying to figure out ways she can possibly help her brother out. She has also spent a decent amount of time trying to understand the diplomatic that her brother does, this mostly consists of her listening in while he is working. Under her brother, Daella hopes that by helping the man she looks up to achieve his goals he might be thankful enough to try to get her legitimized. Allow her to have that sense of belonging she has craved for so long, yet still eludes her even to this day. Despite spending more time around the nobility, Daella has not stopped her occasional trips out of the castle to spend time among the commoners. This has led, in recent times, to the girl meeting and forming a friendship with Liana, a commoner from the lands of the Bearon's bannermen, House Haerton. -

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[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:
- * Reading/Writing: Daella, as a noble girl, is capable of both reading and writing. Her handwriting is rather elegant, as Daella practiced often in her youth to try to impress his father.
* False Faces: Daella is quite used to putting on a fake face to fool most into thinking her situation is different than it actually is. This mostly stems from the girl having to act pleasant while dealing with others’ opinions of her being a bastard.
* Diplomacy: Daella has studied how Drevyn handles business, and has tried to understand how to handle diplomatic situations to better aid her brother in any way she can. As such, she has a basic understanding of diplomacy, but still has a long way to go before being close to where those with more official education are at.
* Stealthy: Daella is capable of being quiet and sneaking around to a small degree. This mostly being when the girl wanted to get somewhere unnoticed to avoid dealing with others. That, and her sneaking around to try to obtain some more sweets when she can.
* Dexterous: Daella is not a strong girl, instead rather dexterous instead of relying on strength to get about her tasks.
* Diplomatic: Daella has learned some basics of diplomacy from constantly being around her older brother while he was working, and trying to learn a bit about what he does to try to help out more often. -



List of weapons.

Name:
-Talon-
Description:
-Talon is a small dagger Daella received from a friend she had made who worked with a smith in House Bearon’s employ. The friend was later sent away to fetch something for the smith, and never returned. It is a valued possession of hers, being a memory of her friend. Although Daella has no skill with the dagger beyond ‘Stick them with the pointy end’.-
Appearance:
- Daella’s dagger is nothing special beyond a simple dagger with a leather grip. The quality of the weapon is above average, but there is nothing overly ornate about it.
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Name:
-Calligraphy Set-
Description:
-A calligraphy set which Daella got for herself to better practice writing.-
Appearance:
- A simple quill with a black feather, and a small container with black ink within it.-



List of armour or attire.

Typically Daella tries to dress in simple outfits, not particularly meant to draw attention to herself. Although she does own a couple of dresses for whenever the need arises to look more fancy. She favors clothing of a darker color, as it stands in contrast to her pale skin and wearing lighter colors might ‘blind’ somebody.

Name:
-Daella’s Dress-
Description:
-A dress that Daella received on the most recent name day before her father passed, a prized possession and something she wears whenever she needs to look nicer for whatever reason compared to her usual, simple dresses. -
Appearance:
- Daella’s favored dress is a simple one, yet fitting of a noble woman. While she is a bastard, her father did grant her this one dress. It is a deep violet in color, similar to the shade of the girl’s eyes with fur around the end of the sleeves.-

Name:
-Fur Cloak-
Description:
-A simple cloak with fur around the neck meant to help keep warm during the coldest of months in the North.-
Appearance:
-A simple fur cloak with fur around the neck, goes down decently far on Daella and is used to help keep warm when it is cold outside.
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- Ser Trevas Manderley -

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Personal Motto:
"Yet I Rise"

[ Personal Information ]
Name: Trevas Manderley

Aliases: Trevas the Seawalker

Gender: Male

Age: 42 Years Old (Born 10 Years before the Doom of Valyria)

Length and body build: 1.83m / 6’0ft. in height. Lean build with wide shoulders. An agile middle-aged Knight in a land of tough heavy brutes.

Weight: 78.93kg / 174lbs

Sexuality: Heterosexual



Parents:
Father (Deceased) - Torrin Manderley
Mother (Deceased) - Alisha Manderley

Siblings:
Eldest Brother || Lord of White Harbor || Lord of House Manderley
Older Brother || Captain of the Guards for Lord Manderley



Appearance:
Most will see Ser Trevas sport a dark colored short-sleeved gambeson - counteracting the Northern weathers. Underneath he wears a laced up green long sleeve shirt, dark pants and high top boots. To battle he prefers to trade out everything for darker colors - preferably black. He primarily wears his Knight armor - a cuirass over his torso, a pauldron set over his shoulders and a rerebrace and vambrace on his left arm - keeping his sword hand/arm free of restraint. His darkened crimson hair fades away slightly as he ages, but remains unspoiled by time.



Loyalty:
Previous: House Manderley
Current: Bannermen of Haerton

Occupation:
Previous: Sworn Sword of Lord Torrin Manderley
Current: Commoner of House Haerton

Ambition(s):
To travel the seas of Westeros in times of peace and prosperity. To see the beauties of the world through the eyes of a simple man and retire his sword once and for all.



Personality:
Ser Trevas has proven himself a wise and stalwart knight. A man driven by honorable feats of courage and strength. Despite being known through the northern continents as a combat hero, Ser Trevas sees himself as just a man - yielding his blade as an ambassador of peace, not a bringer of war. When given voice, Ser Trevas speaks with respect and honesty - his most distinctive trait.

He is very polite and courteous as to never offend. However, he carries himself confidently and intelligently. He has a soothing tone of voice which he does not use maliciously - despite being truthfully cold sometimes. He yearns for worldwide peace, to both North and South of Westeros. He is loyal to his cause and those that can bring the resolve. Despite passiveness, he is a Knight, sworn to protect the realms of men honorably and fairly - with and without blade.

[ History ]
The History:
Current -
Battle worn, Trevas Manderley has traveled further North to escape the embers of war and retire from knighthood. He has devoted his entire upbringing to end man’s thirst for battle, slaying ravenous men that yearned for blood and glory. A heart like his however was better applied behind the scenes, away from the chaos. Trevas is an honorable Knight spending his last days in Haerton. However, war brews and he must rise from retirement yet again.

Previous -
Born a Manderley, Trevas fought with ideologies that were not his own. The northern deception of false gods escaped his family and ancestral line. Instead the Manderley’s adopted the Faith of the Seven - keeping traditions from the south since after the Andal Invasion. Trevas however had always felt the hardships of religion and till this day does not rally behind treacherous deities. He feels that Gods who force their children to fight are worse than the devils they oppose.

Instead he follows his heart, a man driven by the desire for freedom - not only his own but that of all men. He’s an oath keeper, an attribute instilled to him through Knighthood - an honor obtained after the Battle for Oldcastle*.

Despite being the Sworn Sword and third son of Lord Torrin Manderley, Ser Trevas’ personal favors were called upon him at an unconventional time. Back when the Ironborn first attacked the western coasts, the Manderley’s wealth and resources were pivotal to the survival of many northern allies. They’re ability to supply fresh seafood, oils and soldiers helped defend against the first incursions. It was during these times in which Ser Trevas and Late Lord Cullen of Haerton became close friends - practically brothers. With mutual respect and similar ideologies, it was unmistakably true that these two men bloomed from the same tree. They both wanted to better the lives of many by hurting the lives of few. The ensuing conflict however kept the two men on separate sides of the battlefield. Ser Trevas however pledged that when Lord Cullen needed him, he would be there. The time came with Lord Cullen’s passing.

For years now Ser Trevas has lived in Haerton as a retired knight - keeping a close eye on Lord Cullen’s only child. Under the leadership of the strong and beautiful Lady Eyme, Haerton has prospered greatly in the last decade. Despite being a female, she has shown traits of being a capable leader - honesty, integrity, commitment, passion and accountability to name a few. However, she is not experienced in war and one is coming.

As the North turns in unimaginable ways, Ser Traves prepares to use his high status as a Knight and connections in Westeros to ensure Haerton continues to triumph in the upcoming war. His hope is that Lady Eyme makes history and changes the world for dreamers like him.

*Battle for Oldcastle -
Trevas was knighted after defending the eastern coast during the Battle for Oldcastle. Story tells that Trevas Manderley put hundreds of invading pirates to rest, burying the the sea with the dead. He walked over their corpses slaying hundreds more until the battle was won. This earned him the title of Trevas the Seawalker.

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[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:
Ser Trevas is known for his service under House Manderley and his ability with a longsword. As the previous Sworn Sword of Lord Torrin Manderley, his knowledge of Westeros grew with every meeting in the northern districts and his war experience multiplied after every battle. However, diplomacy became the central focus of any victory.

As war begins, his diplomatic stance remains - ready to use his reach as both a well known Knight and relations he built over time to better House Haerton and their quest for peace.

In addition to politics, his swordsmanship is exemplary - a reason he gained his knighthood in the first place. In his prime his ability with a longsword was like no other, but he ages day by day and doesn’t have the same spunk he once had. He however trains continuously and will forever remain one of the most experienced swordsman in the north. His devotion to House Haerton is also unmatched. His oath to late Lord Cullen remains his singular focus - to keep his children safe. Seeing his daughter rise as a beautiful and strong leader would make her father proud.



List of weapons.

Name:
Longsword
Description:
Common steel sword. No special background, name or history.

Name:
Steel Dagger
Description:
A small common dagger typically used as a last resort. It is a hidden weapon that the enemy can not see and it strikes best as a surprise.

Name:
Leather Sword Knot
Description:
The leather sword knot is used to prevent the loss of the sword during combat. It binds the soldier’s wrist and the sword handle.



List of armour or attire.

Name:
Leather Cuirass, Pauldrons and Vambraces
Description:
Ser Trevas’ customized armor made by House Manderley’s most talented armourer is one of a kind - composed of intricate boiled leather to prioritize mobility and defense. The armor is lighter as to escape the sea and blackened to blend in with the sunless north.
Appearance:
 
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  • Lady Brylee of House Bearon


    Full Name: Brylee Antonia of House Bearon

    Aliases: None that she is aware of

    Age: 23

    Gender: Female

    Length and Body Build: 5'3"/162 cm, Inverted Triangle

    Weight: 127 lbs, 58 kg

    Sexuality: Undefined

    Religion: The Old Gods

    Loyalty: House Bearon

    Occupation: Lady of House Bearon, Courtier

    Ambition(s): She wants a notable place in a man’s world.

    Theme Song(s): brylee oc

  • Skills:
    Close Quarter Combat - Five years of learning in secrecy, as there is no doubt that her parents would disapprove of her learning how to wield a dagger. She learned basic foot movement, different types of daggers, the history of daggers, as well as how to outsmart her foe with different strategies and precisely where to hit for the quickest death.

    Cross Stitching - Eighteen years. As a young lady, she was taught how to weave, as was customary for a daughter of proper nobility.

    Archery - Eight years of learning from her ex lover, as he had the unpopular thought that women should learn some form of weaponry. History, proper handling, accuracy, and efficiency were among some of the lessons he taught Brylee.

    Horseback Riding - Sixteen years. Side saddle was what she was primarily taught, however, since her early teenage years, she has since rode her horse the wrong way for a lady and claims that it's much more comfortable that way.

    Dance - Eighteen years. If her parents wanted her to thrive in court, as much as she disliked it, Brylee learned the art of dance and expression.

    Personality:
    Brylee is a proud, bold woman with an agenda of her own. She dislikes conforming to societal standards, however, understands her obligations to keep her family’s reputation in line. Although she knows it’s her duty to keep her mouth shut and chin up, often her stupidity and stubbornness are carried out onto the backs of her siblings- Drevyn, especially. Her mother has been putting in effort to arrange a marriage for her in hopes that she will get her ass whipped into shape and realize the reality of her status. So far, she’s refused to yield in playing the role of a typical lady and seeks adventure in places no lady should traverse, especially alone. She leads very much a double life, you could say, wanting to go where her heart takes her, but also being bound by duty and an obligation to the honor and reputation of her household.

  • To say that Brylee was born a wild child is an understatement. Brylee was like a gambling game— unpredictable, yet savvy. She enjoyed riding her horse, flirting with men, and teasing her younger brother, Devryn. She was a young courtier with a fiery disposition, many often joked that no man would be able to handle her ferocity and bold opinions. Brylee disliked the jokes with sexual undertones and quickly became uncomfortable at court at a young age, where her parents had sent her to become a bride for a wealthy man. She searched for another outlet and found close quarter combat with daggers and archery a thrill. As time went on though, Brylee's mentor became someone she tread dangerous waters with despite what would happen if they were found out.

    At fifteen years younger than him and simply being her teacher, it was completely inappropriate for Brylee to form a romantic relationship with him like so. Their relationship could get them both in trouble and when Brylee's teacher backed down from investing in her self defense further- upon their relationship being found out- she became distraught and possessive. She found it difficult to continue with her life somewhat at peace and was forced to accept her fate. Punishment was due, and as a result of her actions, her father landed a blow to her cheek and had her dragged back to her room and locked up. Her life's karmic nature did not end there, however.

    Brylee's family wanted her to be engaged through an arranged marriage to try and erase the stain, as she was still deemed a virgin by their physician. Brylee despised the idea of marrying a man she didn't love, but she kept up appearances for the sake of her family's reputation after her mother gave her a strict talk about life and death on her and in the household. Her father passed away at a later time and Brylee has felt guilt for the decisions she's made. So far, there’s been no luck for the older sister of the Baeron household and Brylee has silently and reluctantly aimed to keep it that way, preferring to feel "free" to choose whom she'd like, although that is far from the reality of her situation.
  • Weaponry:
    Name: Recurve Bow and Arrow
    Description: The bow itself is extremely worn out. There are scratch marks all over it here and there and the golden lacquer (as well as the brown lacquer itself) that was once carved on it has dulled. The bow string is falling apart, but is still decent. It could be in better shape if she brought it to a bowyer but she doesn't want to get it "fixed" because it holds sentimental value. She kept her bow and arrow well hidden near a lake and since her ex lover left, she hasn’t gone back to see the bow and arrow since.
    Appearance: Recurve Bow and Arrow

    List of Armor and/or Attire:
    Name: Silver Locket
    Description: A silver locket with a swallow given to her by her father before his sudden passing. A painting of him rests in between and a quote from him on the inside, “Spread your wings for no one.”
    Appearance: Locket w/ Swallow

    Name: Winter Fur Coat
    Description: The very top layer of Brylee’s winter clothes when she’s traveling out and about during the cold winter days or playing in the snow for a couple hours or two. Made of fur and linen, very sturdy, and sewn to perfection.
    Appearance: Winter Fur Coat

    Name: Basic Winter Clothing
    Description: Made of blue linen and dusty lilac silk. Comfortable, layered clothing for winter when it’s the coldest. Very versatile and flexible, allowing a free range of motion.
    Appearance: Basic Winter Clothing

    Name: Night Gown with Shawl
    Description: Heavily embroidered and one of her most expensive pieces of clothing; most likely an exotic piece gifted from lands far off south. Made of silk, ornaments, and a sheer type fabric.
    Appearance: Night Gown w/ Shawl
 
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"A rock parts oceans."

Name
Tamsyn Grimm

Aliases
Tammy
The Grey Maiden
Heir of Greyshield

Gender
Female

Age
Twenty-Four. Born 8TD

Length and body build:
Having inherited her father's height, Tamsyn has a long, slender frame and stands at 5'10"/178cm

Weight:
144 lbs | 65 kgs

Sexuality
Bisexual



Grandparents
Paternal Grandfather: Gilbar Grimm. Forty-five at Death. Deceased: 9 TD. Former Lord of Greyshield
Paternal Grandmother: Aianna Grimm, née Graves. Forty-seven at Death. Deceased 9 TD

Maternal Grandfather: Jago Redwyne: Sixty-nine. Born 37 BTD. Lord of the Arbour
Maternal Grandmother: Meralith Redwyne, née Gardner: Sixty-seven. Born 35 BTD

Parents
Farther: Lord Nicholas Grimm: Forty-six. Born 14 BTD. Lord of Greyshield
Mother: Lady Bethany Grimm, née Redwyne: Twenty-five at Death. Deceased: 12TD. Mother of Tamsyn, Liola & Catelynn

Step-Mother: Lady Alyce Grimm née Orme: Thirty-nine. Born 7 BTD. Mother of Astrid, Talia, Olena, Mira, Amber & Lira

Siblings
Liola Grimm: Twenty-three. Born 9 TD
Catelynn Serry, née Grimm: Twenty-one. Born 11 TD. Married to Elden Serry, Heir of South Shield
Astrid Grimm: Eighteen: Born 14 TD
Talia Grimm: Fifteen: Born 17 TD
Olena Grimm: Eleven: Born 21 TD
Mira Grimm: Seven: Born 25 TD
Amber Grimm: Five: Born 27 TD
Lira Grimm: Three: Born 29 TD

Distant relatives
House Gardner
House Redwyne
House Graves
House Serry
House Chester
House Hewet
House Orme



Appearance
Fair freckled skin, bottle green eyes and auburn hair wound into a tight plait that reaches the middle of her back gives away Tamsyn's Redwyne blood. The fact that she matches many men in height betrays her Grimm heritage. For the most part Tamsyn has a wardrobe of assorted dresses, mostly in greens and greys, and jewelry befitting a noble lady of the Reach. Since she came to the North this has been augmented by various heavy fur cloaks and other garments not often seen in South.

Where Tamsyn differs from what would be expected of her, is that she also owns what would be considered men's clothes. To be a daughter of the Shields is to grow up on and around ships where dresses would not just be impractical but dangerous. As such Tamsyn is just as comfortable, if not more so, wearing breaches, simple shirts, and tough leather jerkins.

The common thread between any of Tamsyn's outfit is the ornate, eight inch long, steel marlinspike that hangs from her neck. An unofficial sigil of office of House Grimm, Tamsyn wears it practically all the time. It is as sharp as it is beautiful.​



Loyalty
House Grimm and Greyshield above all others.

Occupation
Envoy.

Ambitions
To take her place as the head of House Grimm and see the Ironborn annihilated; preferably, in part, by forces loyal to Greyshield.



Personality
On the surface, Tamsyn would seem to be little more that a hedonistic noble woman without a worry in the world save her own amusement. To an extent, this is true. She certainly enjoys life pleasures and indulges in the regardless, or sometimes inspire of what is expected of her as a lady. But, to dismiss Tamsyn because of this would be to gravely underestimate her. Look beyond this and you'll find a sharp mind driven by the twin motivations of family and duty, supported by bloody minded determination you could bend steel around.

There is absolutely nothing more important to this daughter of Greyshield than her home and her sisters and she is fiercely protective of both. A threat to either is sure fire way for someone to discover just how cold and ruthless Tamsyn can be and how much anger she has bottled away inside of her. She would gladly wade through a sea of blood for both and smile as she did so.

Additionally, Tamsyn has an affection and respect for those of any rank she comes across who have decided to carve their own path through life in spite of what society thinks they should be.​

Tamsyn was the first child of the Lord Nicholas Grimm and from the moment of her birth, a near constant source of disappointment for her father. Nicholas Grimm had at one time been part of a relatively large family but conflict and disease had left House Grimm dangerously close to extinction. Nicholas saw it as his solemn duty to have as many heirs as possible to preserve and strengthen the family. This was a goal in which a daughter, or as it would turn out daughters, could only ever play a very minor role. Like many lords, he desperately wanted a son. As such, Grimston wasn’t a warm or nurturing environment for the young Tamsyn. And then her mother died.

Left weakened by the difficult birth of her third daughter, Catelynne, Lady Bethany Grimm succumbed to a case of pox a few months later. The illness was as swift and brutal as blade could have been and ripped from Tamsyn and her sister, Liola the only person who truly loved them. Distant before the loss of his wife, Nicholas Grimm virtually vanished from life Greyshield. Ostentatiously he was spending more time in Highgarden on court business but Tamsyn overheard enough gossip to learn he was searching for a new wife.

During this time a nursemaid cared for Catelynn while the older two Grimm sisters were theoretically cared for by the castle Septa. The women however took next to no interest in the girls when Lord Grimm wasn't around and was about as warm and comforting as the stone floor of the great hall. For the most part Tamsyn and Liola were left to their own devices, becoming the closest of friends in the process. Even when Lord Grimm returned to Greyshield with a bride things changed very little aside from a new regime of education suitable for a lady. Lady Alyce Grimm was a kind woman but, almost from the moment she enter Tamsyn’s life she was either pregnant or had a young child of her own blood needing her attention.

As she grew older and the number of sisters continued to increase, Tamsyn increasingly began to see herself as the heir of House Grimm. It seemed to her that the gods did not want her father to have a son and that responsibility for her House and the people sworn to it would fall to her. Tamsyn wasn’t foolish enough to brooch the subject with her father. That would have been a waste of time and energy. Instead, she set about trying to prepare herself for the mantle of leadership in secret. This was made somewhat easier by the fact that her father was often away from home when his wife was pregnant or caring for a newborn.

The castle Maester was a man with a serious weakness for sweet cakes and therefore easy enough for Tamsyn to persuade to teach her subjects of more importance than needle work. She spent many an afternoon the man’s study eagerly drinking in the lessons while remaining careful to appear that she didn’t quite understand what he was telling her. Tamsyn also tried to persuade the castle's master of arms to teach her how to swing a sword, something the man point blank refused to do. After she had worn down the man’s resolve through irritating persistence, he relented in his opposition enough to show her how to use a knife to defend herself and eventually a little of how to use a bow.

One of the useful skills, as Tamsyn saw it, that she learnt with her father blessings was sailcraft. While Nicholas Grimm was a man with very traditional views as to what made a good lady, he was also a son of the Shields. Sailing was the way of life on Greyshield. House Grimm existed to guard against the Ironborn, a hatred of whom being one of the few things that father and daughter shared. To raise a child, any child, of his house who didn’t understand the tides or know how to sail a small craft by themself would have been an affront to the history of his name. That said, these valuable lesson weren't taught to Tamsyn or any of his daughters directly by Nicholas, but rather by one of his captain instead.

Only when Tamsyn and her sisters began to reach adulthood did her father begin to take taking a real interest in his daughters; although not out of fatherly concern, but rather with the aim of strengthening the family. Tamsyn had inherited the more striking aspects of both her parents and for the next few years she was repeatedly shipped off to castles around the reach to to be a handmaiden for any rich or powerful family Lord Grimm could persuade to take her on. Her father hoped that these positions would allow him to negotiate an advantageous marriage for Tamsyn or that a suitable lordling might make advances on her. Unfortunately for the Lord Grimm’s plans, Tamsyn saw herself as the heir of Greyshield and always schemed and contrived to get herself sent home, in disgrace if necessary. That is not to say that Tamsyn didn’t enjoy her time away from home. She got to experience a world of delights not available to her on Greyshield, including several fleeting but passionate romances. She was no silent sister.

Tamsyn’s journey to the North came about after an incident that provoked considerable mirth at court at Lord Grimm’s expenses. Keen to have the lords and ladies of the Reach forget about his troublesome daughter for a while, and by now wise to what Tamsyn believed to be her true role in the family, he concocted a plan to send her as far away from Greyshield as possible that she wouldn't be able to resist accepting. He made her his envoy to the lords of the North. She was to persuade at least some of them that the Ironborn were a threat they couldn’t afford to ignore anymore. If she was successful then the Ironborn power could be severely weakened. If she didn’t, well the North was a long way from the Reach, hopefully tales of her misdeeds wouldn’t make it that far. Additionally there was chance in Nicholas’s mind that maybe there would be a lord in the North who could tame his eldest daughter.​

Skills and various Traits:
Literate: As is customary for the noble class, Tamsyn can read and write.

Self defense with a knife: Determined not to be helpless and wholly reliant on men for her own safety, Tamsyn sought martial training from the Grimston master at arms. While he refused to teach her how to wield a sword, he relented enough to show her how to use a knife to protect herself.

Archery: Another skill deemed tolerable for a lady to know by the Grimston master of arms, Tamsyn is practiced in using a bow although she generally prefers a crossbow. She can normally hit a practice target quite near the center from a good distance. That said, she has never tested her skill outside of a training situation.

Practiced Negotiator: A de facto parent to a veritable horde of fractious sisters, Tamsyn has had what she considers a world class education in how to negotiate with people.

Sailcraft: To live on a Shield Island, is to live around boats at all times as well as under the constant threat of Ironborn raids. While it may not be considered entirely lady like, it was entirely necessary for Tamsyn to learn how to sail, both by herself in small a dinghy and by giving commands to a crew.



Tamsyn's Marlinspike

A tool found in the hands of many of those sworn to serve House Grimm, the marlinspike has for generations been the families unofficial symbol. Tradition says that each member of the family has one of their own. Tamsyn wears hers on a cord around her neck. While technically decorative, this eight inch rod of steel has a sharpened tip to rival any blade.





Tamsyn's Dresses

A modest collection of dresses in the styles popular in the Reach. For the most part Tamsyn favors greens and grey although she has a few dresses reds and blues as well.



Fur Cloak

A black fur cloak that is thick and heavy even by northern standards. It was the first thing Tamsyn purchased when she set foot in White Harbour.



Sailing Clothes

There isn't much special about these clothes. The short leather jerkin and hard wearing breaches look like sort of clothes that could be found on any peasant of moderate means.
 
- Ferron-

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Personal Motto
"I'll fix it."

[ Personal Information ]

Name:
Ferron

Aliases:
None

Gender:
Male

Age:
22 | Born 10 years after the Doom of Valyria

Length and body build:
180kg / 5'11" | Ferron is well built without being bulky, well suited to his line of work.

Weight:
191 / 86kg

Sexuality:
Heterosexual



Parents:
Leina and Brynden

Siblings:
Sera (Deceased)



Appearance:

Messy brown hair, dull hazel eyes, but an otherwise well groomed appearance for a smith. He prefers loose, practical clothing; if he can move well and swing a sword in it, it's good enough. The color green oft finds itself a place among his chosen attire. He is missing his right ring finger up to the second knuckle, and bears several burn scars in the underside of his left wrist.



Loyalty:

Bannerman of House Ashwood

Occupation:

Blacksmith (Journeyman)

Ambition(s):

He is quite satisfied with his lot in life, thank you very much.



Personality:

Ferron is a verbally combative, mercurial person. Those who know him deem him little more than a simple smith with nothing but iron and steel on the mind. Maybe they are right; he is hardly a gifted conversationalist, nor does he seem to have the wits or skill to discuss much else beyond his trade. He makes a poor listener.

His scathing sense of humor and taste for flatly delivered sarcasm goes unappreciated in most cases. He is defensive about his own skills and station in life, prone to stress over the smallest things, and is an exceedingly devoted perfectionist. Although his opinions are not easily soured, the friendship of a blacksmith ought to be nurtured if one ever hopes to survive the next battle.

At least he is dutiful, and not prone to distractions. It can be rather difficult to get him away from the forge, no matter the offer.

[ History ]
History:

Ferron was born to Brynden and Leina in the village of Fowlsfield. He was a rowdy boy who fell sick frequently and would not have made it into childhood at had he not been so stubbornly clinging to life.

As a child, he had no particular interests or skills outside of exploring, but he was driven, and more useful to his father the stonemason than he ever was to his mother back home, so Ferron learned tools. Hammers, trowels, chisels, each improving his dexterity and willingness to learn as he aged. He was nothing more than an aide to his father, and he work was difficult for a small child such of six, but Ferron enjoyed himself nonetheless.

His fascination with the tools led to an interest in weaponry, and coupled with his mother's wild tales of powerful swordsmen and warriors, Ferron soon lost interest in masonry altogether and begged his father for work elsewhere.

The life of a stonemason paid little, but Brynden was a hopeful man. A smith earned more than double the pay, and the skill would be far more valuable in the coming days that his own, so over the course of the next five years, Brynden saved. The only smith in the village was a man named Calain, short on years but willing to teach for a price. Ferron was taking under the man's wing, where he began his apprenticeship with vigor at the age of eleven.

At six-and-ten, Ferron's mother and father reluctantly left Fowlsfield. An injury left Brynden unable to continue his work, but there was fertile farmland down south and plenty of easy work that would afford a fine lifestyle now that Ferron was no longer under their guardianship. At this age, Ferron didn't mind-- his life revolved around his work and the girl at the nearby tavern, and that was all he needed. He bid them farewell and did not receive word from them for three more years.

At nine-and-ten, a letter informing him of the birth of a sister arrived. Sera, far smaller than he had been but just as sickly. His father could barely read or write, but his letters got the point across, and Ferron was, in a way, happy for them. Ferron adored this unknown child even as their correspondence slowed, until the last letter informed him of Sera's death by fever; he did not hear from his parents again.

Presumably, he lost most of his finger following the loss. Carelessness leads to scars, after all, and though well trained, he is not perfect, and his hammer is not always true. He keeps the letter nearby, opened and read only once.

Ferron graduated from his apprenticeship at the age of twenty-one, only months before Calain's death. With little family left, Ferron is loyal only to himself and House Ashwood, but harbors no disdain for his lot in life. It’s a simple life, a purposeful life, and he enjoys it as best he can.

[ Skills and Gear]
Skills and various Traits:

Ferron’s most notable talents are smithing and swordsmanship. He is a reasonably capable reader and writer thank to his former mentor (though his penmanship could use serious work).



List of weapons.

Name:

Biter

Description:

Smithed by Ferron's own hands. The name is more an endearment than an actual name, as it is nicely sharpened and well made. Though Ferron is not a master swordsman, he can hold his own in a duel.

Appearance:

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List of armour or attire.

Ferron doesn’t wear much armor beyond basic leathers, and has no need of armor. Does, however, own a half-completed hauberk.

Description:

Simple leather jerkin atop a doublet, often worn beneath a thick green cloak to shield from the cold when not working.

Appearance:

All of Ferron's clothing is worn and used. The brown leather ties of his jerkin have been falling apart for months, and his doublet is wasting away at the wrist for even longer. Both appear to have suffered the same burns he has despite not often wearing much more than a simple tunic when at work in the forge.

The cloak has suffered much less abuse. It's a rich, dark green, embroidered in silver at the edges and sporting a high collar. It just barely reaches his ankles. It is the most expensive item Ferron owns.