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Personal Motto:
"Quiet ones are the ones to watch for."
[ Personal Information ]
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Name:
Ida Torrington
Aliases:
None yet
Gender:
Female
Age:
24, born in 113 BC
Length and body build:
Ida is a fairly average woman, standing at 1.63m/ 5 ft 4 in. Her body is lean with slight curves that are accentuated by the clothing that she wears.
Weight:
62.14 kg/ 137 lbs
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Religion:
The Seven Gods
Parents:
Richard (Deceased)
Sigrid (Deceased)
Siblings:
None
Appearance:
Ida has long, dark, flowing hair that she chooses to always wear in a braid or pulled away from her face. Her skin is fair and eyes are hazel. While she does wear dresses, her preferred method of dressing is in trousers and a long sleeved shirt that will offer her warmth and protection against harsh weather.
Loyalty:
Marric
Occupation:
Formerly roamed the wild with a group of bandits, used mainly as bait for her cunning ability to lie. Currently employed by the House of Marric as a handmaiden, for now.
Ambition(s):
Her ambition is to rise from being an orphan to, might she dream, a queen. Even if she has to manipulate and lie her way around, she's willing to have plenty of blood on her hands to get what she wants.
Personality:
Ida is a very quiet young woman. She likes to listen and observe all of those around her so that she can know what her next move will be, but she puts up a good front whenever spoken to or actually active in a conversation. She can be very respectful in a conversation and show a great amount of gratitude, or she can be outgoing and bubbly while speaking to someone she seems to be close with, yet still once away from everyone, she goes back to her quiet self until spoken to again.
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[ History ]
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The History:
Born to Richard and Sigrid, Ida was a very beloved child as she was the only child and what they called a miracle. Her mother and father were common folk that grew crops and sold them for a living. Looking back, she remembers the beginning years of her childhood being filled with laughter and love, up until their farm was raided. Ida was held against her will and watched her own mother and father die before her own eyes before the men inside the house turned their swords towards her. Fortunately, in a way, another bandit walked in before the sword was able to slice through her. It was a rather tall woman with long blonde hair that stopped the murder from happening. Ida was then taken with the group of bandits and forced to live among them for her survival.
As Ida grew, she found herself having to lie in order to be able to get any type of food or coin from the other bandits that she lived in. Always giving half to her new 'mother', the young girl was left with a little and used it to go into nearby towns to get whatever piece of bread or drink she could afford. At times, she'd lie to those in taverns about her life and who she was to get more than needed. As the bandits became aware of her talents, she became the silent thief of her group and the stealing only became more elaborate.
The stealing and thievery carried on for several years until the group of bandits was attacked by men in all black with black flags and no sigils. Having little fighting experience, Ida was able to get by the bloody scene with only a couple scrapes and flee towards the nearest safe haven, which happened to be the House of Marric. This was when she was only 17, and begged for the lords and ladies to find a place in their hearts to accept her. To her good fortune, they took her in as a servant and from there she has gained the trust of those in the house and been a faithful handmaiden for years.
Theme music:
Will find one soon.
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[ Skills and Gear]
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Skills and various Traits:
If lying is considered a skill then Ida has mastered it. She also knows how to wield a sword and smaller knives and knows how to use them in case of an emergency. Having been taken while young, Ida does not know how to read or write but is surprisingly well spoken, and knows the difference between a beautiful rose and a deadly wild flower. She has made her own clothes ever since a young child, and can make both clothes for men and women, all with time.
List of weapons.
Name:
-The Sisters-
Description:
The Sisters were gained in a small raid that the bandits managed to get out of successfully. Ida's adoptive mother was able to get the blades and gifted them to Ida, promising that she would never have to worry about a man laying finger on her. She keeps them hidden within the folds of her dresses.
Appearance:
The Sisters are all silver, seven inch blades that are easily concealable as opposed to swords. They are not heavy either but take time to learn how to wield both without cutting oneself.
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List of armour or attire.
Name:
Typical attire
Description:
A dress that Ida had slowly begun to make after she had started working for the House of Marric
Appearance:
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Accepted by me.hel sandI TREAT MY LOVERS THE SAME WAY I TREAT MY ENEMIES, WITH PASSION AND FIERCE DOMINATION
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NAME
Hel Sand (Bastard Son of Deceased Lord Juyriel Larsayne of Dorne)
ALIASES
The Dancing Scorpion
~A nickname/infamous title he earned from his style of fighting. He doesn't stand in one spot and swing a sword around like other Westerosi knights, sellswords and fighters. Hel makes a dance of his battles; using his entire body to move around an opponent so there isn't much possibly of him being flanked or surprised attacked. Wearing light and breathable armor keeps his speed from being brought down by heavier material.~
The Charming Dornish Bastard
~Another nickname he earned from his performance; yet not from his fighting skills; but for his bedroom skills. A man of full blood dornish heritage. Hel has the charm, the grace and the seductiveness of a Dornishmen that has had both women and men fall to it's prowess at times.~
GENDER
Male
AGE
Hel was born on June 25th in 115 B.C. Making him 26 years of age at the very moment.
LENGTH & BODY BUILD
Hel Sand at 5'10 even (178 CM)
Hel is a fit and in shape male. Since he was trained to be a fighter most of his life, he keeps his body in fighting form. A lean build with strong muscular definition.
WEIGHT
Hel weighs exactly 198 pounds (90 kg)
SEXUALITY
Hel has dated and slept with men and women and he doesn't have any preference for either one over the other. He finds the natural beauty of a woman to draw him in, and he finds the natural strength of a man to draw him in. If there was a sexuality he'd see himself as it would be Pansexual.
RELIGION
The Lord of Light (R'Hllor)
GRANDPARENTS
Paternal
Lord Garyiel Larsayne, Grandfather
Lady Ellianya Larsayne, Grandmother
Maternal
Emeri Sand, Grandfather
Isabel Sand, Grandmother
PARENTS
Lord Juyriel Larsayne, Father
Nayleen Sand, Mother
SIBLINGS
Hel had two half siblings who were killed with his father and his father's wife (his siblings mother) when he was young.
Jameylven Larsayne, Half Brother (Deceased Heir to House Larsayne)
Ser Adryan Larsayne, Half Brother (Deceased Knight of House Larsayne)
There has been rumors for years that Lord Juyriel Larsayne has multiple bastard childrens all over Westeros but so far, only Hel Sand has been discovered. Even so, Dornish men and women treat their bastards like their actual children and not some one night mistake; like other Westerosi citizens.
DISTANT RELATIVES
No proof of any distant relatives has been discovered, but Hel Sand's mother's side might have blood connections with The Great House of Dorne. Only time will tell if that information will ever be revealed to be true or false.
APPEARANCE
Hel Sand tends to dress in light clothing and bright colors. Being from Dorne, bright colors and light, breathable wear is the most practical and it also shows off his physique. As he does love to make a show of things, Hel wears the brightest; yellows, oranges and reds he can get his hands on. The profits he makes from giving out his services to different Houses, he uses on clothing and weaponry, but mostly clothing. With those striking poison green eyes that all Larsaynes share in common, Hel's choice of clothing bring the gold flecks out more. He has somewhat changed up his style of clothing to survive in such a harsh climate as The North, yet his bright colors are only slightly covered and hidden by thicker leather.
LOYALTY
Loyal to the one that gives the better offer. For now that is House Marric.
OCCUPATION
Current: Sellspear for House Marric
Previous: Sellspear for Hire
AMBITION
Hel Sand truly wants to just live a life of fun and excitement. He has already travel around to different parts of the world, further than most Westerosi men and women will ever. Yet there is more out there that not even he knows about. He wants to travel with someone special and find whatever else it out there for him to find.
PERSONALITY
Hel Sand, like most if not all Dornishmen is a seductive and charming individual. He has an aura of strong domination and magnetic charisma that brings people into his web of debauchery and zealous behavior with ease. A man of carefree nature and unique viewpoint of the world, Hel is a breath of fresh air for most Northerners. He will always have a smile on his face, even in the mist of an intense battle or conversation. There isn't much that will break that smile from his face. A rather youthful and energetic man that doesn't let such a thing like being a bastard bring him down. Hel prides himself on being a bastard and having people look down upon him. At least he knows who to be a friend to or a foe to when they hear he is not only of Dorne blood, but that he is also a bastard.
Hel Sand's pride and stubbornness are two things that almost outshine his charm and seductiveness. When he puts his mind into something, there is nothing or no one that will be able to change it. Hel does what Hel wants, if it means his own survival in the end. There has only been a few times where he has risked his neck for someone else and that was when he was in love with said person or when he thought he was in love. Only love has a stronger hold over Hel than his own pride and stubbornness.
As carefree and charming as Hel Sand truly is, that hotheaded and vengeful streak that most Dorne men and women have is right under the surface of that beautiful smiling face of his. If someone betrays him or hurts the one(s) he loves, there will be only way to stop Hel Sand from seeking revenge on the one that did such a thing; and that's a sword or any other form of weapon through his heart. He will not stop doing his damnedest to end the life of anyone that takes away people he deeply cares for. The biggest downfall to his personality is his anger getting the best of him and colliding with his prideful traits.
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Hel Sand was born to Lord Juyriel Larsayne and his Paramour, Nayleen Sand on a beautiful and very hot day in Dorne. Hotter than usual in the usually boiling southernmost region of Westeros. His mother gave birth to him in her parent's old home near the edge of Planky Town. At the time of Hel's birth Juyriel was at home in his castle with his first and second sons, while his third son was being born. From birth, Hel Sand wasn't suppose to be just some lowly bastard child of a Dorne Vassal House Lord. The Lord of Light had been watching over him the entire birth; that is how his mother explains the heat of a thousands flames that covered Dorne in the hottest day of that year.
Hel Sand grew up knowing nothing of his father; his mother decided not to say anything about the man that took her for a few nights out of the year and would leave without a word the next morning.
Though, in his early teens, Hel Sand would finally meet Lord Juyriel.
The young boy had stayed up later than usual one night and heard noises at the front of his home and decided to pick up a dagger his mother kept around just to be safe and tried to stab at the shadow that walked around the home. Yet, Juyriel grabbed him up before he could do any damage.
Seeing those familiar poison green eyes staring back at him, Juyriel immediately ordered for Nayleen to tell him the truth, in front of Hel. With the discovery that Hel Sand was his son, and that Nayleen had hid her pregnancy and the birth of said son from him for almost sixteen years, Lord Juyriel broke it off with her and vowed to never speak to her again. He would only keep a relationship with his son, since Hel had nothing to do with his mother's idiotic actions.
Though Nayleen knew that Juyriel wouldn't treat her son any different than his two other children, she couldn't bare seeing Hel taken off to the castle and turned into one of The Larsayne's brew of malevolent demons. Nayleen loved Juyriel, this is true, but his two sons were as mad as their acidic mother.
No matter how much she prayed to the Lord of Light and did whatever she could to stop such a thing from happening, Hel Sand left one night and found his way to Larsayne Castle on nearly the other side of Dorne.
Once there, he told his father that he wanted to train to be as great of a fighter as his brothers were. Everyone around Dorne knew that the Larsayne boys were formidable fighters of the style they called "battle dancing" and Hel wanted to learn the same technique.
He would train for years upon years. As he got closer to his father and his brothers and their mother, Hel's own mother barely saw her only child. There was still some betrayal left inside of Hel from his mother's actions, but he couldn't stop loving the woman that gave him life.
After years of not seeing Nayleen, Hel decided to take the time to visit her and his childhood home. The Lord of Light must have been taking great care of him, for he left the same day his father, brothers and their mother would take their last breaths.
As he spent time with his mother and grandparents, news spread around Dorne about the Larsaynes being poisoned in their sleep. An ironic death as The Larsaynes were known to use poison with all of their weaponry and styles of fighting. When Hel heard the news he left his mother once again, to see it all for himself. Finding his family dead in their beds. Peaceful looks on their lifeless faces. He cried for days upon days. People said he didn't leave the castle for months and that they could hear his screams of rage and sadness throughout the day and night.
Hel never found out who killed them all and there was no way The Great House of Dorne could help either. This was a devastating lost for Hel Sand and he couldn't sit around and wallow about who or what could have done such a thing. Though his rage and vengeful hunger was never given satisfaction, Hel began to use his fighting excellence to make a name for himself in Dorne and to find a purpose for living.
Around this time, his mother and her parents had passed from old age and Hel Sand was on his own for the first time ever. There wasn't much left for him in Dorne, so he joined a Traveling Sellspear/sword Company named "The Seekers of Light" ran by a true believer of The Lord of Light and Hel Sand was one of the first Dornishmen Lord of Light believers that joined them.
Though he had skill and knowledge of fighting from his deceased father, Hel Sand was still on the lower end of the sellspear/swords men and was treated as such until he proved himself by completing many of the bounties that were given to him and a few other members.
As a few years went by, Hel Sand became tired of traveling around and seeing the same faces over and over again. Even though The Seekers of Light traveled all over Westeros and even Essos, there was still something missing for Hel Sand and that was the love of another. Sure he made love to many, but none ever made him feel complete like he knew he wanted.
During one of his deeper sleeps, The Lord of Light came to him and showed Hel an image of a brown haired Princess standing facing away from him on a snow covered mountain and that was all he needed to make his decision to head North clear. He would follow The Lord of Light's words and images faithfully and without question. If he was to go North to find the one that would complete him, he would.
There wasn't an easy way to get out of The Seekers of Light, but when he heard that Houses in The North were seeking sellswords and fighters, he knew that The Lord of Light had plans for him and he used his deceptive and tactical ways to get out of the company with his own weapons and anything that belonged to him.
Finding his way to the North, Hel Sand has been working for House Marric for over a year now and he has since found or he thinks he has found that brown haired Princess on the snowy mountain hill in the vision he had that beautiful night.
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SKILLS & TRAITS
Hel Sand is an excellent fighter with spears and dual swords. Though he doesn't just go into a fight with just those weapons. His vast knowledge of different poisons gives his nickname "The Dancing Scorpion" that scorpion quality. He knows different forms of poisons and how they work and how long it takes for them to take affect and how said effects will work on different types of people. When it comes to less lethal skills, Hel is a very charming and social person that can fit in well with the nobles, yet he would rather not be around them for too long. Being who he is, Dorne's Customs are vastly different than those of the other kingdoms of Westeros, especially The North.
Hel Sand prefers speed and movement over strength and durability. Rather hitting and dashing around, instead of slashing and bashing in one spot. Though he does lack in the area of brute force, Hel Sand is one of the faster spear and dual weapon fighters out there. Though nowhere near the best of the best, he has been trained to fight with said weapons as if they are parts of his body.
His style of fighting needs balance and thought in every move he makes. To others it might look like he's making fun of his opponent because of his dancing around them (which sometimes he is), Hel Sand thinks way before he makes a move and it also has helped build his tactical ways when he's talking with someone or doing something non-fighting related.
List of weapons.
NAME
The Scorpion's Tail
DESCRIPTION
When he first asked his father to teach him how to fight like his older brothers, Lord Juyriel didn't hand Hel a sword no, he handed him a spear. The Scorpion's Tail was the first gift that his father ever gave Hel. The spear is a double ended weapon. Hel is able to use either side to cause damage and the smaller side is the one he coats with poison. Hence the Scorpion's Tail. While the big spearhead is the claws, the small spearhead is the tail. The Scorpion's Tail is his main weapon in any battle and he rarely goes anywhere without it nearby. Using it since the beginning, Hel is more than proficient with it.
APPEARANCE
Has a Scorpion engraved in the wooden part of the spear (Representing his Family's Sigil); just below the bigger spearhead.
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NAME
Sunrise & Sunset | The Beginning & The Ending
DESCRIPTION
Dual swords made from precious metals and jewels earned for his work in Essos. These are Hel's secondary weapons. Though not as far a reach as The Scorpion's Tail, they still have a mid-range fighting capability. The name Sunrise & Sunset comes from the style of fighting Hel does when using them. Always striking first with Sunrise and ending his attack with Sunset. Not really the swords intent, but Hel uses Sunrise for more slashing and dashing, while Sunset is used for puncturing and jabbing.
APPEARANCE
Sunrise (Left) | Sunset (Right)
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NAME
Poison
DESCRIPTION
Hel uses poison mostly for the tips of his weapons and in battle, and these poisons usually take effect during the battle or afterwards. None of them are incurable, and most take several days to kill if not treated properly.
APPEARANCE
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List of armor or attire.
~Usually Hel is dressed in beautiful outfits made of nice brightly dyed animal skins and materials, since most of the profits for his services goes to clothing. Since he has been in The North, he has been changing his style up a lot to fit the climate and not die from freezing to death. He has a ring with a gold scorpion creating the band and a green jewel on top, representing the Larsayne blood that lives inside of him.~
NAME
Hel Sand's Scorpion Armor
DESCRIPTION
Finding armor that not only kept him warm in The North but also kept his Dornish culture part of it was almost impossible, but he did find some and is happy about it. It's still breathable and movable so it doesn't impair his speed or maneuverability. He hasn't worn it in battle yet, it is still in great condition. Luckily his hotblooded dornish body and The Lord of Light's flames keep him also warm in The North.
APPEARANCE
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Accepted by me as well.hel sandI TREAT MY LOVERS THE SAME WAY I TREAT MY ENEMIES
WITH PASSION AND FIERCE DOMINATION
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NAME
Hel Sand (Bastard Son of Deceased Lord Juyriel Larsayne of Dorne)
ALIASES
The Dancing Scorpion
~A nickname/infamous title he earned from his style of fighting. He doesn't stand in one spot and swing a sword around like other Westerosi knights, sellswords and fighters. Hel makes a dance of his battles; using his entire body to move around an opponent so there isn't much possibly of him being flanked or surprised attacked. Wearing light and breathable armor keeps his speed from being brought down by heavier material.~
The Charming Dornish Bastard
~Another nickname he earned from his performance; yet not from his fighting skills; but for his bedroom skills. A man of full blood dornish heritage. Hel has the charm, the grace and the seductiveness of a Dornishmen that has had both women and men fall to it's prowess at times.~
GENDER
Male
AGE
Hel was born on June 25th in 115 B.C. Making him 26 years of age at the very moment.
LENGTH & BODY BUILD
Hel Sand at 5'10 even (178 CM)
Hel is a fit and in shape male. Since he was trained to be a fighter most of his life, he keeps his body in fighting form. A lean build with strong muscular definition.
WEIGHT
Hel weighs exactly 198 pounds (90 kg)
SEXUALITY
Hel has dated and slept with men and women and he doesn't have any preference for either one over the other. He finds the natural beauty of a woman to draw him in, and he finds the natural strength of a man to draw him in. If there was a sexuality he'd see himself as it would be Pansexual.
RELIGION
The Lord of Light (R'Hllor)
GRANDPARENTS
Paternal
Lord Garyiel Larsayne, Grandfather
Lady Ellianya Larsayne, Grandmother
Maternal
Emeri Sand, Grandfather
Isabel Sand, Grandmother
PARENTS
Lord Juyriel Larsayne, Father
Nayleen Sand, Mother
SIBLINGS
Hel had two half siblings who were killed with his father and his father's wife (his siblings mother) when he was young.
Jameylven Larsayne, Half Brother (Deceased Heir to House Larsayne)
Ser Adryan Larsayne, Half Brother (Deceased Knight of House Larsayne)
There has been rumors for years that Lord Juyriel Larsayne has multiple bastard childrens all over Westeros but so far, only Hel Sand has been discovered. Even so, Dornish men and women treat their bastards like their actual children and not some one night mistake; like other Westerosi citizens.
DISTANT RELATIVES
No proof of any distant relatives has been discovered, but Hel Sand's mother's side might have blood connections with The Great House of Dorne. Only time will tell if that information will ever be revealed to be true or false.
APPEARANCE
Hel Sand tends to dress in light clothing and bright colors. Being from Dorne, bright colors and light, breathable wear is the most practical and it also shows off his physique. As he does love to make a show of things, Hel wears the brightest; yellows, oranges and reds he can get his hands on. The profits he makes from giving out his services to different Houses, he uses on clothing and weaponry, but mostly clothing. With those striking poison green eyes that all Larsaynes share in common, Hel's choice of clothing bring the gold flecks out more. He has somewhat changed up his style of clothing to survive in such a harsh climate as The North, yet his bright colors are only slightly covered and hidden by thicker leather.
LOYALTY
Loyal to the one that gives the better offer. For now that is House Marric.
OCCUPATION
Current: Sellspear for House Marric
Previous: Sellspear for Hire
AMBITION
Hel Sand truly wants to just live a life of fun and excitement. He has already travel around to different parts of the world, further than most Westerosi men and women will ever. Yet there is more out there that not even he knows about. He wants to travel with someone special and find whatever else it out there for him to find.
PERSONALITY
Hel Sand, like most if not all Dornishmen is a seductive and charming individual. He has an aura of strong domination and magnetic charisma that brings people into his web of debauchery and zealous behavior with ease. A man of carefree nature and unique viewpoint of the world, Hel is a breath of fresh air for most Northerners. He will always have a smile on his face, even in the mist of an intense battle or conversation. There isn't much that will break that smile from his face. A rather youthful and energetic man that doesn't let such a thing like being a bastard bring him down. Hel prides himself on being a bastard and having people look down upon him. At least he knows who to be a friend to or a foe to when they hear he is not only of Dorne blood, but that he is also a bastard.
Hel Sand's pride and stubbornness are two things that almost outshine his charm and seductiveness. When he puts his mind into something, there is nothing or no one that will be able to change it. Hel does what Hel wants, if it means his own survival in the end. There has only been a few times where he has risked his neck for someone else and that was when he was in love with said person or when he thought he was in love. Only love has a stronger hold over Hel than his own pride and stubbornness.
As carefree and charming as Hel Sand truly is, that hotheaded and vengeful streak that most Dorne men and women have is right under the surface of that beautiful smiling face of his. If someone betrays him or hurts the one(s) he loves, there will be only way to stop Hel Sand from seeking revenge on the one that did such a thing; and that's a sword or any other form of weapon through his heart. He will not stop doing his damnedest to end the life of anyone that takes away people he deeply cares for. The biggest downfall to his personality is his anger getting the best of him and colliding with his prideful traits.
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Hel Sand was born to Lord Juyriel Larsayne and his Paramour, Nayleen Sand on a beautiful and very hot day in Dorne. Hotter than usual in the usually boiling southernmost region of Westeros. His mother gave birth to him in her parent's old home near the edge of Planky Town. At the time of Hel's birth Juyriel was at home in his castle with his first and second sons, while his third son was being born. From birth, Hel Sand wasn't suppose to be just some lowly bastard child of a Dorne Vassal House Lord. The Lord of Light had been watching over him the entire birth; that is how his mother explains the heat of a thousands flames that covered Dorne in the hottest day of that year.
Hel Sand grew up knowing nothing of his father; his mother decided not to say anything about the man that took her for a few nights out of the year and would leave without a word the next morning.
Though, in his early teens, Hel Sand would finally meet Lord Juyriel.
The young boy had stayed up later than usual one night and heard noises at the front of his home and decided to pick up a dagger his mother kept around just to be safe and tried to stab at the shadow that walked around the home. Yet, Juyriel grabbed him up before he could do any damage.
Seeing those familiar poison green eyes staring back at him, Juyriel immediately ordered for Nayleen to tell him the truth, in front of Hel. With the discovery that Hel Sand was his son, and that Nayleen had hid her pregnancy and the birth of said son from him for almost sixteen years, Lord Juyriel broke it off with her and vowed to never speak to her again. He would only keep a relationship with his son, since Hel had nothing to do with his mother's idiotic actions.
Though Nayleen knew that Juyriel wouldn't treat her son any different than his two other children, she couldn't bare seeing Hel taken off to the castle and turned into one of The Larsayne's brew of malevolent demons. Nayleen loved Juyriel, this is true, but his two sons were as mad as their acidic mother.
No matter how much she prayed to the Lord of Light and did whatever she could to stop such a thing from happening, Hel Sand left one night and found his way to Larsayne Castle on nearly the other side of Dorne.
Once there, he told his father that he wanted to train to be as great of a fighter as his brothers were. Everyone around Dorne knew that the Larsayne boys were formidable fighters of the style they called "battle dancing" and Hel wanted to learn the same technique.
He would train for years upon years. As he got closer to his father and his brothers and their mother, Hel's own mother barely saw her only child. There was still some betrayal left inside of Hel from his mother's actions, but he couldn't stop loving the woman that gave him life.
After years of not seeing Nayleen, Hel decided to take the time to visit her and his childhood home. The Lord of Light must have been taking great care of him, for he left the same day his father, brothers and their mother would take their last breaths.
As he spent time with his mother and grandparents, news spread around Dorne about the Larsaynes being poisoned in their sleep. An ironic death as The Larsaynes were known to use poison with all of their weaponry and styles of fighting. When Hel heard the news he left his mother once again, to see it all for himself. Finding his family dead in their beds. Peaceful looks on their lifeless faces. He cried for days upon days. People said he didn't leave the castle for months and that they could hear his screams of rage and sadness throughout the day and night.
Hel never found out who killed them all and there was no way The Great House of Dorne could help either. This was a devastating lost for Hel Sand and he couldn't sit around and wallow about who or what could have done such a thing. Though his rage and vengeful hunger was never given satisfaction, Hel began to use his fighting excellence to make a name for himself in Dorne and to find a purpose for living.
Around this time, his mother and her parents had passed from old age and Hel Sand was on his own for the first time ever. There wasn't much left for him in Dorne, so he joined a Traveling Sellspear/sword Company named "The Seekers of Light" ran by a true believer of The Lord of Light and Hel Sand was one of the first Dornishmen Lord of Light believers that joined them.
Though he had skill and knowledge of fighting from his deceased father, Hel Sand was still on the lower end of the sellspear/swords men and was treated as such until he proved himself by completing many of the bounties that were given to him and a few other members.
As a few years went by, Hel Sand became tired of traveling around and seeing the same faces over and over again. Even though The Seekers of Light traveled all over Westeros and even Essos, there was still something missing for Hel Sand and that was the love of another. Sure he made love to many, but none ever made him feel complete like he knew he wanted.
During one of his deeper sleeps, The Lord of Light came to him and showed Hel an image of a brown haired Princess standing facing away from him on a snow covered mountain and that was all he needed to make his decision to head North clear. He would follow The Lord of Light's words and images faithfully and without question. If he was to go North to find the one that would complete him, he would.
There wasn't an easy way to get out of The Seekers of Light, but when he heard that Houses in The North were seeking sellswords and fighters, he knew that The Lord of Light had plans for him and he used his deceptive and tactical ways to get out of the company with his own weapons and anything that belonged to him.
Finding his way to the North, Hel Sand has been working for House Marric for over a year now and he has since found or he thinks he has found that brown haired Princess on the snowy mountain hill in the vision he had that beautiful night.
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SKILLS & TRAITS
Hel Sand is an excellent fighter with spears and dual swords. Though he doesn't just go into a fight with just those weapons. His vast knowledge of different poisons gives his nickname "The Dancing Scorpion" that scorpion quality. He knows different forms of poisons and how they work and how long it takes for them to take affect and how said effects will work on different types of people. When it comes to less lethal skills, Hel is a very charming and social person that can fit in well with the nobles, yet he would rather not be around them for too long. Being who he is, Dorne's Customs are vastly different than those of the other kingdoms of Westeros, especially The North.
Hel Sand prefers speed and movement over strength and durability. Rather hitting and dashing around, instead of slashing and bashing in one spot. Though he does lack in the area of brute force, Hel Sand is one of the faster spear and dual weapon fighters out there. Though nowhere near the best of the best, he has been trained to fight with said weapons as if they are parts of his body.
His style of fighting needs balance and thought in every move he makes. To others it might look like he's making fun of his opponent because of his dancing around them (which sometimes he is), Hel Sand thinks way before he makes a move and it also has helped build his tactical ways when he's talking with someone or doing something non-fighting related.
List of weapons.
NAME
The Scorpion's Tail
DESCRIPTION
When he first asked his father to teach him how to fight like his older brothers, Lord Juyriel didn't hand Hel a sword no, he handed him a spear. The Scorpion's Tail was the first gift that his father ever gave Hel. The spear is a double ended weapon. Hel is able to use either side to cause damage and the smaller side is the one he coats with poison. Hence the Scorpion's Tail. While the big spearhead is the claws, the small spearhead is the tail. The Scorpion's Tail is his main weapon in any battle and he rarely goes anywhere without it nearby. Using it since the beginning, Hel is more than proficient with it.
APPEARANCE
Has a Scorpion engraved in the wooden part of the spear (Representing his Family's Sigil); just below the bigger spearhead.
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NAME
Sunrise & Sunset | The Beginning & The Ending
DESCRIPTION
Dual swords made from precious metals and jewels earned for his work in Essos. These are Hel's secondary weapons. Though not as far a reach as The Scorpion's Tail, they still have a mid-range fighting capability. The name Sunrise & Sunset comes from the style of fighting Hel does when using them. Always striking first with Sunrise and ending his attack with Sunset. Not really the swords intent, but Hel uses Sunrise for more slashing and dashing, while Sunset is used for puncturing and jabbing.
APPEARANCE
Sunrise (Left) | Sunset (Right)
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NAME
Poison
DESCRIPTION
Hel uses poison mostly for the tips of his weapons and in battle, and these poisons usually take effect during the battle or afterwards. None of them are incurable, and most take several days to kill if not treated properly.
APPEARANCE
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List of armor or attire.
~Usually Hel is dressed in beautiful outfits made of nice brightly dyed animal skins and materials, since most of the profits for his services goes to clothing. Since he has been in The North, he has been changing his style up a lot to fit the climate and not die from freezing to death. He has a ring with a gold scorpion creating the band and a green jewel on top, representing the Larsayne blood that lives inside of him.~
NAME
Hel Sand's Scorpion Armor
DESCRIPTION
Finding armor that not only kept him warm in The North but also kept his Dornish culture part of it was almost impossible, but he did find some and is happy about it. It's still breathable and movable so it doesn't impair his speed or maneuverability. He hasn't worn it in battle yet, it is still in great condition. Luckily his hotblooded dornish body and The Lord of Light's flames keep him also warm in The North.
APPEARANCE
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Accepted by me.Owen Trevelyan
*Ignore the cigarette*
Personal Motto:
"Family doesn't end with blood. Real family are those standing beside you when everyone else has left. For them, I would give everything."
[ Personal Information ]
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Name:
Owen Trevelyan
Aliases:
None Yet
Gender:
Male
Age:
22 Years old, born November 23rd 111 BC
Height and body build:
Relatively tall, at 6'2" (1.89m) Owen has an athletic build
Weight:
190lbs (86.2kg)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Religion:
Old Gods
Grandparents:
Father's Side:
Lauryn Trevelyan - Grandmother. Deceased at the age of 62, five years ago.
Barrian Trevelyan - Grandfather. Deceased at the age of 61, six years ago.
Mother's Side:
Guineverre Blackburn – Grandmother. Deceased at the age of 59, five years ago.
Samwell Blackburn – Grandfather. Alive.
Parents :
Meredith Trevelyan – Mother. Deceased at the age of 44, illness took her.
Lionel Trevelyan – Father. Alive.
Siblings:
WIP
Distant relatives:
Father's Side:
Lord Carron Trevelyan - Uncle. Deceased.
Lady Jocey Trevelyan - Aunt. Deceased.
Mother's Side:
Nora Blackburn – Aunt. Alive.
Percival Blackburn – Uncle. Alive.
Appearance:
Owen usually wears his hair slightly shaggy, and has a short, trimmed beard. He has bright green eyes and usually sports a playful smile on his face. When he is not gearing up for a fight, Owen wears the formal wear of his house, albeit in a slightly more casual fashion.
He has a few scars on his torso from an altercation when he was younger.
Loyalty:
Loyal to House Trevelyan and his family above all else.
Occupation:
Nobleman of House Trevelyan. Currently training to take over as Master at Arms when his father retires.
Ambition(s):
To become skilled and strong enough to keep his family safe from whatever may come. He would also like to see his family grow and prosper.
Personality:
For the most part, Owen is fun loving and kind spirited. He has a playful demeanour that his father has tried repeatedly to train out of him, with little success. Owen can be mischievous at times, but has learned to never go against his father's direct orders. This does not always extend to other figures of authority, however, Owen is smart enough to not disobey direct orders from superiors if he cannot get away with it.
He is naturally curious and enjoys learning, whether it is new combat techniques, strategies, or even just reading up on a new subject. As he's grown a little older, Owen has begun to focus his studies more, wanting to ensure he learns as much from his father as possible. When his father cannot train with him directly, Owen has taken to training with Jorvan in an effort to continue developing his skills. This training has allowed him to see that, sometimes, fighting honourably does not mean you have to fight with honour. At least not in the most traditional sense.
Despite his playful and sometimes mischievous nature, Owen is quite dutiful and extraordinarily loyal to his family. He will do anything to keep them safe and that desire motivates him to become a better soldier so that he can protect them like his father has. Owen is very friendly towards those that he knows well, and those that he trusts, but his attitude can shift slightly towards those he is unfamiliar with. While not cold towards them, he is much more reserved around people he does not know well. He has seen the dark side of people and does not trust others easily. Especially if it could impact his family.
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[ History ]
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The History:
Owen was born into a good home. He was the nephew of the leader of House Trevelyan and, as such, life was a little easier for him than others. Though House Trevelyan is not quite as large as some of the Great Houses, it afforded him a life of relative luxury. This unfortunately lead to the development of his rather playful side. Growing up as the younger cousin of Amber and Zahara, Owen tried to keep a good relationship with them both. Sometimes this involved him playing practical jokes on the two of them, and sometimes it involved him simply going to them for advice or for help with learning to read and write. Despite his own desire to grow up and focus solely on being a majestic knight like the ones from the tales, both of his parents stressed that it was important for him to be fully literate as well. As a result, most of his early years were split between academic tutors and combat lessons.
Owen's father would train him from time to time, but he mostly arranged to have one of the more experienced bannermen train the boy. Regardless of who he was learning from, Owen took his training very seriously and his skills developed quickly. It never quite seemed enough for his father, however, as the man would always demand more. Never one to get discouraged easily, Owen continued to prove himself; gaining confidence in his abilities and branching out, desiring to learn more forms of combat than simple swordsmanship. Eventually, when he was in his mid-teens, Owen's father begrudgingly agreed to take him on some of his trips away from the family lands. It allowed the boy the opportunity to see other fighting styles and to witness more cultures than he would see remaining cooped up in the family lands. While they did not venture out often, Owen relished every opportunity they had, trying to soak up as much knowledge as he could from everywhere they went. One such journey, however, taught him more than he'd wanted to know.
While traveling to one of the many cities within the realm, Owen's father left him at a small inn while he went to attend to some family business. As he sat, eating his lunch, he noticed one of the serving maids being harrassed by three men who appeared to be around the same age as himself. Remembering his father's words to not get involved in any trouble, Owen remained silent, though his anger began to grow. Finally, after one particularly salacious gesture by one of the men, Owen lost his temper. Standing to his feet, he shouted at the men, challenging the one who had made the obscene gesture to a fight of honour. After a moment's pause, the three men simply laughed, with one of them finally asking if he knew who they were. When it became clear that he did not know, nor care, they announced the man he'd challenged as Silas Bolton and told him they were bannermen of House Bolton themselves. Owen hesitated for a single moment, realizing that he was now out of line. Gritting his teeth, he restated his challenge, wanting to do what he believed was right. To his surprise, Silas agreed and the four of them went outside.
They gathered in an alleyway, out of view for the main streets. As Owen turned and took off his coat to prepare for the fight, he was ambushed by the two bannermen who each grabbed an arm while Silas approached him, grinning wickedly.Struggling against the two bannermen, Owen was at first very confused. This was supposed to have been a fight of honour, but instead they had used his trust to gain an advantage over him. Realizing the reality of his situation all too late, Owen began taking a vicious beating as Silas Bolton hit him again and again. The pain was worse than anything he'd felt before, but Owen's pride refused to allow him to cry out. After a short time, it became clear that Silas was frustrated. He had wanted some form of reaction from his victim, something to show that he was beaten. Owen's refusal to give it to him only caused the Bolton boy to grow more angry. Pulling out a small dagger, Silas grinned wickedly at the flash of fear he caught in Owen's eyes. Slashing him twice in the chest, Owen's resolve faltered and he finally cried out in pain. The cries drew the attention of the innkeeper, who entered the alley to see what was going on. Upon seeing the man, the two bannermen let Owen go and fled along with Silas. The innkeeper helped Owen to his feet and brought him inside so the boy could be patched up. By the time his father arrived back at the inn, Owen had covered the wounds on his chest and wiped away most of the blood from his face. His father questioned him, but Owen remained silent, refusing to tell him what happened.
When they returned to Tornburg, Owen had to rest for quite some time, waiting for his wounds to heal. It was during this time of reflection, that he realized he would need to learn to fight with more than just honour in order to stop people like Silas Bolton. His experience in that alley had changed him. No longer would he simply trust blindly. People had dark sides to them and Owen did not intend to get caught by susprise ever again.
For the next few years, Owen's father sent him to learn under Jorvan, one of the head trainers. Under Jorvan's tutelage, Owen trained harder than he ever had before.
He would be ready next time...
Theme music:
TBD
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[ Skills and Gear]
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Skills and various Traits:
Owen is highly skilled in the martial arts. He has learned how to use several different weapons with great skill, the three most familiar to him being the sword, the spear and the axe. He can fight with or without a shield and is in the process of learning how to fight with two weapons at once. Owen is also skilled at horseriding and is decent at mounted combat. He prefers fighting on the ground, however, as he feels he has more control over the fight. He has also not been trained extensively in ranged combat, in part due to his early beliefs that close combat was more honourable. Now that his views on honourable combat have changed slightly, he has shown more of an interest in ranged combat, but is still not skilled with any form of archery.
Owen is quite literate, being able to read and write with ease. He has knowledge of advanced tactics and is actively trying to learn more about different strategies. While he can be incredibly patient, Owen's temper may flare up if he sees something he views as morally wrong. He has a a strong willpower that shows itself in his determination to beat the odds, however daunting they might be.
List of weapons.
Name:
Wolfsbane
Description:
Owen received this longsword as a gift from his father on his sixteenth name day. He takes it nearly everywhere with him and maintains it meticulously.
Appearance:
The blade itself is of a darker material, but otherwise holds no special properties. It is decorated with gold trimmings and the pommel is formed in the shape of a snarling wolf.
Name:
Piercer
Description:
A finely crafted spear. Received this as a gift from his uncle Carron when he began learning how to use the spear.
Appearance:
Dark, stained wood, covers the shaft. This leads to a durable, sharp tip that has been painted black.
Name:
Shield
Description:
A normal wooden shield, with reinforced metal trimmings and a strong steel centerpiece.
Appearance:
Painted to match the House colours, with the House crest on opposite sides.
Name:
Black Fang
Description:
This knife was a gift from his uncle Percival on his fourteenth name day. It is a trusty weapon that can also function as a tool and, as such, Owen takes this with him whenever possible.
Appearance:
The blade is made of the same darker material as his longsword, but holds no special properties. The curve of the blade allows for several different uses and is handy in both combat and as a survival knife.
List of armour or attire.
Name:
Owen's Armour
Description:
Passed down from his father, this armour has been adjusted to fit his frame. It is well maintained, though some areas have undergone repair from the years of use. The chain mail allows Owen to move with more freedom, though it offers less protection than full plate would.
Appearance:
(This shows what the armour looks like without the helm)
The chain mail hangs past his waist with the dress uniform of his House placed over-top. Both shoulders are covered with stronger metal plating, which also covers his wrists and forearms. Leather armour covers the area below his waist to his boots, which are also made of hardened leather.
On colder days, he wears a fur cloak over-top the armour.
Name:
Owen's Helm
Description:
The helmet that accompanies his armour.
Appearance:
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..... I SEE HOW IT IS! Accepted ;-------;Owen Trevelyan
*Ignore the cigarette*
Personal Motto:
"Family doesn't end with blood. Real family are those standing beside you when everyone else has left. For them, I would give everything."
[ Personal Information ]
[spoili]
Name:
Owen Trevelyan
Aliases:
None Yet
Gender:
Male
Age:
22 Years old, born November 23rd 111 BC
Height and body build:
Relatively tall, at 6'2" (1.89m) Owen has an athletic build
Weight:
190lbs (86.2kg)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Religion:
Old Gods
Grandparents:
Father's Side:
Lauryn Trevelyan - Grandmother. Deceased at the age of 62, five years ago.
Barrian Trevelyan - Grandfather. Deceased at the age of 61, six years ago.
Mother's Side:
Guineverre Blackburn – Grandmother. Deceased at the age of 59, five years ago.
Samwell Blackburn – Grandfather. Alive.
Parents :
Meredith Trevelyan – Mother. Deceased at the age of 44, illness took her.
Lionel Trevelyan – Father. Alive.
Siblings:
WIP
Distant relatives:
Father's Side:
Lord Carron Trevelyan - Uncle. Deceased.
Lady Jocey Trevelyan - Aunt. Deceased.
Mother's Side:
Nora Blackburn – Aunt. Alive.
Percival Blackburn – Uncle. Alive.
Appearance:
Owen usually wears his hair slightly shaggy, and has a short, trimmed beard. He has bright green eyes and usually sports a playful smile on his face. When he is not gearing up for a fight, Owen wears the formal wear of his house, albeit in a slightly more casual fashion.
He has a few scars on his torso from an altercation when he was younger.
Loyalty:
Loyal to House Trevelyan and his family above all else.
Occupation:
Nobleman of House Trevelyan. Currently training to take over as Master at Arms when his father retires.
Ambition(s):
To become skilled and strong enough to keep his family safe from whatever may come. He would also like to see his family grow and prosper.
Personality:
For the most part, Owen is fun loving and kind spirited. He has a playful demeanour that his father has tried repeatedly to train out of him, with little success. Owen can be mischievous at times, but has learned to never go against his father's direct orders. This does not always extend to other figures of authority, however, Owen is smart enough to not disobey direct orders from superiors if he cannot get away with it.
He is naturally curious and enjoys learning, whether it is new combat techniques, strategies, or even just reading up on a new subject. As he's grown a little older, Owen has begun to focus his studies more, wanting to ensure he learns as much from his father as possible. When his father cannot train with him directly, Owen has taken to training with Jorvan in an effort to continue developing his skills. This training has allowed him to see that, sometimes, fighting honourably does not mean you have to fight with honour. At least not in the most traditional sense.
Despite his playful and sometimes mischievous nature, Owen is quite dutiful and extraordinarily loyal to his family. He will do anything to keep them safe and that desire motivates him to become a better soldier so that he can protect them like his father has. Owen is very friendly towards those that he knows well, and those that he trusts, but his attitude can shift slightly towards those he is unfamiliar with. While not cold towards them, he is much more reserved around people he does not know well. He has seen the dark side of people and does not trust others easily. Especially if it could impact his family.
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[ History ]
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The History:
Owen was born into a good home. He was the nephew of the leader of House Trevelyan and, as such, life was a little easier for him than others. Though House Trevelyan is not quite as large as some of the Great Houses, it afforded him a life of relative luxury. This unfortunately lead to the development of his rather playful side. Growing up as the younger cousin of Amber and Zahara, Owen tried to keep a good relationship with them both. Sometimes this involved him playing practical jokes on the two of them, and sometimes it involved him simply going to them for advice or for help with learning to read and write. Despite his own desire to grow up and focus solely on being a majestic knight like the ones from the tales, both of his parents stressed that it was important for him to be fully literate as well. As a result, most of his early years were split between academic tutors and combat lessons.
Owen's father would train him from time to time, but he mostly arranged to have one of the more experienced bannermen train the boy. Regardless of who he was learning from, Owen took his training very seriously and his skills developed quickly. It never quite seemed enough for his father, however, as the man would always demand more. Never one to get discouraged easily, Owen continued to prove himself; gaining confidence in his abilities and branching out, desiring to learn more forms of combat than simple swordsmanship. Eventually, when he was in his mid-teens, Owen's father begrudgingly agreed to take him on some of his trips away from the family lands. It allowed the boy the opportunity to see other fighting styles and to witness more cultures than he would see remaining cooped up in the family lands. While they did not venture out often, Owen relished every opportunity they had, trying to soak up as much knowledge as he could from everywhere they went. One such journey, however, taught him more than he'd wanted to know.
While traveling to one of the many cities within the realm, Owen's father left him at a small inn while he went to attend to some family business. As he sat, eating his lunch, he noticed one of the serving maids being harrassed by three men who appeared to be around the same age as himself. Remembering his father's words to not get involved in any trouble, Owen remained silent, though his anger began to grow. Finally, after one particularly salacious gesture by one of the men, Owen lost his temper. Standing to his feet, he shouted at the men, challenging the one who had made the obscene gesture to a fight of honour. After a moment's pause, the three men simply laughed, with one of them finally asking if he knew who they were. When it became clear that he did not know, nor care, they announced the man he'd challenged as Silas Bolton and told him they were bannermen of House Bolton themselves. Owen hesitated for a single moment, realizing that he was now out of line. Gritting his teeth, he restated his challenge, wanting to do what he believed was right. To his surprise, Silas agreed and the four of them went outside.
They gathered in an alleyway, out of view for the main streets. As Owen turned and took off his coat to prepare for the fight, he was ambushed by the two bannermen who each grabbed an arm while Silas approached him, grinning wickedly.Struggling against the two bannermen, Owen was at first very confused. This was supposed to have been a fight of honour, but instead they had used his trust to gain an advantage over him. Realizing the reality of his situation all too late, Owen began taking a vicious beating as Silas Bolton hit him again and again. The pain was worse than anything he'd felt before, but Owen's pride refused to allow him to cry out. After a short time, it became clear that Silas was frustrated. He had wanted some form of reaction from his victim, something to show that he was beaten. Owen's refusal to give it to him only caused the Bolton boy to grow more angry. Pulling out a small dagger, Silas grinned wickedly at the flash of fear he caught in Owen's eyes. Slashing him twice in the chest, Owen's resolve faltered and he finally cried out in pain. The cries drew the attention of the innkeeper, who entered the alley to see what was going on. Upon seeing the man, the two bannermen let Owen go and fled along with Silas. The innkeeper helped Owen to his feet and brought him inside so the boy could be patched up. By the time his father arrived back at the inn, Owen had covered the wounds on his chest and wiped away most of the blood from his face. His father questioned him, but Owen remained silent, refusing to tell him what happened.
When they returned to Tornburg, Owen had to rest for quite some time, waiting for his wounds to heal. It was during this time of reflection, that he realized he would need to learn to fight with more than just honour in order to stop people like Silas Bolton. His experience in that alley had changed him. No longer would he simply trust blindly. People had dark sides to them and Owen did not intend to get caught by susprise ever again.
For the next few years, Owen's father sent him to learn under Jorvan, one of the head trainers. Under Jorvan's tutelage, Owen trained harder than he ever had before.
He would be ready next time...
Theme music:
TBD
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[ Skills and Gear]
[spoili]
Skills and various Traits:
Owen is highly skilled in the martial arts. He has learned how to use several different weapons with great skill, the three most familiar to him being the sword, the spear and the axe. He can fight with or without a shield and is in the process of learning how to fight with two weapons at once. Owen is also skilled at horseriding and is decent at mounted combat. He prefers fighting on the ground, however, as he feels he has more control over the fight. He has also not been trained extensively in ranged combat, in part due to his early beliefs that close combat was more honourable. Now that his views on honourable combat have changed slightly, he has shown more of an interest in ranged combat, but is still not skilled with any form of archery.
Owen is quite literate, being able to read and write with ease. He has knowledge of advanced tactics and is actively trying to learn more about different strategies. While he can be incredibly patient, Owen's temper may flare up if he sees something he views as morally wrong. He has a a strong willpower that shows itself in his determination to beat the odds, however daunting they might be.
List of weapons.
Name:
Wolfsbane
Description:
Owen received this longsword as a gift from his father on his sixteenth name day. He takes it nearly everywhere with him and maintains it meticulously.
Appearance:
The blade itself is of a darker material, but otherwise holds no special properties. It is decorated with gold trimmings and the pommel is formed in the shape of a snarling wolf.
Name:
Piercer
Description:
A finely crafted spear. Received this as a gift from his uncle Carron when he began learning how to use the spear.
Appearance:
Dark, stained wood, covers the shaft. This leads to a durable, sharp tip that has been painted black.
Name:
Shield
Description:
A normal wooden shield, with reinforced metal trimmings and a strong steel centerpiece.
Appearance:
Painted to match the House colours, with the House crest on opposite sides.
Name:
Black Fang
Description:
This knife was a gift from his uncle Percival on his fourteenth name day. It is a trusty weapon that can also function as a tool and, as such, Owen takes this with him whenever possible.
Appearance:
The blade is made of the same darker material as his longsword, but holds no special properties. The curve of the blade allows for several different uses and is handy in both combat and as a survival knife.
List of armour or attire.
Name:
Owen's Armour
Description:
Passed down from his father, this armour has been adjusted to fit his frame. It is well maintained, though some areas have undergone repair from the years of use. The chain mail allows Owen to move with more freedom, though it offers less protection than full plate would.
Appearance:
(This shows what the armour looks like without the helm)
The chain mail hangs past his waist with the dress uniform of his House placed over-top. Both shoulders are covered with stronger metal plating, which also covers his wrists and forearms. Leather armour covers the area below his waist to his boots, which are also made of hardened leather.
On colder days, he wears a fur cloak over-top the armour.
Name:
Owen's Helm
Description:
The helmet that accompanies his armour.
Appearance:
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Going to be stabbed by me--- I mean, accepted.Owen Trevelyan
*Ignore the cigarette*
Personal Motto:
"Family doesn't end with blood. Real family are those standing beside you when everyone else has left. For them, I would give everything."
[ Personal Information ]
[spoili]
Name:
Owen Trevelyan
Aliases:
None Yet
Gender:
Male
Age:
22 Years old, born November 23rd 111 BC
Height and body build:
Relatively tall, at 6'2" (1.89m) Owen has an athletic build
Weight:
190lbs (86.2kg)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Religion:
Old Gods
Grandparents:
Father's Side:
Lauryn Trevelyan - Grandmother. Deceased at the age of 62, five years ago.
Barrian Trevelyan - Grandfather. Deceased at the age of 61, six years ago.
Mother's Side:
Guineverre Blackburn – Grandmother. Deceased at the age of 59, five years ago.
Samwell Blackburn – Grandfather. Alive.
Parents :
Meredith Trevelyan – Mother. Deceased at the age of 44, illness took her.
Lionel Trevelyan – Father. Alive.
Siblings:
WIP
Distant relatives:
Father's Side:
Lord Carron Trevelyan - Uncle. Deceased.
Lady Jocey Trevelyan - Aunt. Deceased.
Mother's Side:
Nora Blackburn – Aunt. Alive.
Percival Blackburn – Uncle. Alive.
Appearance:
Owen usually wears his hair slightly shaggy, and has a short, trimmed beard. He has bright green eyes and usually sports a playful smile on his face. When he is not gearing up for a fight, Owen wears the formal wear of his house, albeit in a slightly more casual fashion.
He has a few scars on his torso from an altercation when he was younger.
Loyalty:
Loyal to House Trevelyan and his family above all else.
Occupation:
Nobleman of House Trevelyan. Currently training to take over as Master at Arms when his father retires.
Ambition(s):
To become skilled and strong enough to keep his family safe from whatever may come. He would also like to see his family grow and prosper.
Personality:
For the most part, Owen is fun loving and kind spirited. He has a playful demeanour that his father has tried repeatedly to train out of him, with little success. Owen can be mischievous at times, but has learned to never go against his father's direct orders. This does not always extend to other figures of authority, however, Owen is smart enough to not disobey direct orders from superiors if he cannot get away with it.
He is naturally curious and enjoys learning, whether it is new combat techniques, strategies, or even just reading up on a new subject. As he's grown a little older, Owen has begun to focus his studies more, wanting to ensure he learns as much from his father as possible. When his father cannot train with him directly, Owen has taken to training with Jorvan in an effort to continue developing his skills. This training has allowed him to see that, sometimes, fighting honourably does not mean you have to fight with honour. At least not in the most traditional sense.
Despite his playful and sometimes mischievous nature, Owen is quite dutiful and extraordinarily loyal to his family. He will do anything to keep them safe and that desire motivates him to become a better soldier so that he can protect them like his father has. Owen is very friendly towards those that he knows well, and those that he trusts, but his attitude can shift slightly towards those he is unfamiliar with. While not cold towards them, he is much more reserved around people he does not know well. He has seen the dark side of people and does not trust others easily. Especially if it could impact his family.
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[ History ]
[spoili]
The History:
Owen was born into a good home. He was the nephew of the leader of House Trevelyan and, as such, life was a little easier for him than others. Though House Trevelyan is not quite as large as some of the Great Houses, it afforded him a life of relative luxury. This unfortunately lead to the development of his rather playful side. Growing up as the younger cousin of Amber and Zahara, Owen tried to keep a good relationship with them both. Sometimes this involved him playing practical jokes on the two of them, and sometimes it involved him simply going to them for advice or for help with learning to read and write. Despite his own desire to grow up and focus solely on being a majestic knight like the ones from the tales, both of his parents stressed that it was important for him to be fully literate as well. As a result, most of his early years were split between academic tutors and combat lessons.
Owen's father would train him from time to time, but he mostly arranged to have one of the more experienced bannermen train the boy. Regardless of who he was learning from, Owen took his training very seriously and his skills developed quickly. It never quite seemed enough for his father, however, as the man would always demand more. Never one to get discouraged easily, Owen continued to prove himself; gaining confidence in his abilities and branching out, desiring to learn more forms of combat than simple swordsmanship. Eventually, when he was in his mid-teens, Owen's father begrudgingly agreed to take him on some of his trips away from the family lands. It allowed the boy the opportunity to see other fighting styles and to witness more cultures than he would see remaining cooped up in the family lands. While they did not venture out often, Owen relished every opportunity they had, trying to soak up as much knowledge as he could from everywhere they went. One such journey, however, taught him more than he'd wanted to know.
While traveling to one of the many cities within the realm, Owen's father left him at a small inn while he went to attend to some family business. As he sat, eating his lunch, he noticed one of the serving maids being harrassed by three men who appeared to be around the same age as himself. Remembering his father's words to not get involved in any trouble, Owen remained silent, though his anger began to grow. Finally, after one particularly salacious gesture by one of the men, Owen lost his temper. Standing to his feet, he shouted at the men, challenging the one who had made the obscene gesture to a fight of honour. After a moment's pause, the three men simply laughed, with one of them finally asking if he knew who they were. When it became clear that he did not know, nor care, they announced the man he'd challenged as Silas Bolton and told him they were bannermen of House Bolton themselves. Owen hesitated for a single moment, realizing that he was now out of line. Gritting his teeth, he restated his challenge, wanting to do what he believed was right. To his surprise, Silas agreed and the four of them went outside.
They gathered in an alleyway, out of view for the main streets. As Owen turned and took off his coat to prepare for the fight, he was ambushed by the two bannermen who each grabbed an arm while Silas approached him, grinning wickedly.Struggling against the two bannermen, Owen was at first very confused. This was supposed to have been a fight of honour, but instead they had used his trust to gain an advantage over him. Realizing the reality of his situation all too late, Owen began taking a vicious beating as Silas Bolton hit him again and again. The pain was worse than anything he'd felt before, but Owen's pride refused to allow him to cry out. After a short time, it became clear that Silas was frustrated. He had wanted some form of reaction from his victim, something to show that he was beaten. Owen's refusal to give it to him only caused the Bolton boy to grow more angry. Pulling out a small dagger, Silas grinned wickedly at the flash of fear he caught in Owen's eyes. Slashing him twice in the chest, Owen's resolve faltered and he finally cried out in pain. The cries drew the attention of the innkeeper, who entered the alley to see what was going on. Upon seeing the man, the two bannermen let Owen go and fled along with Silas. The innkeeper helped Owen to his feet and brought him inside so the boy could be patched up. By the time his father arrived back at the inn, Owen had covered the wounds on his chest and wiped away most of the blood from his face. His father questioned him, but Owen remained silent, refusing to tell him what happened.
When they returned to Tornburg, Owen had to rest for quite some time, waiting for his wounds to heal. It was during this time of reflection, that he realized he would need to learn to fight with more than just honour in order to stop people like Silas Bolton. His experience in that alley had changed him. No longer would he simply trust blindly. People had dark sides to them and Owen did not intend to get caught by susprise ever again.
For the next few years, Owen's father sent him to learn under Jorvan, one of the head trainers. Under Jorvan's tutelage, Owen trained harder than he ever had before.
He would be ready next time...
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[ Skills and Gear]
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Skills and various Traits:
Owen is highly skilled in the martial arts. He has learned how to use several different weapons with great skill, the three most familiar to him being the sword, the spear and the axe. He can fight with or without a shield and is in the process of learning how to fight with two weapons at once. Owen is also skilled at horseriding and is decent at mounted combat. He prefers fighting on the ground, however, as he feels he has more control over the fight. He has also not been trained extensively in ranged combat, in part due to his early beliefs that close combat was more honourable. Now that his views on honourable combat have changed slightly, he has shown more of an interest in ranged combat, but is still not skilled with any form of archery.
Owen is quite literate, being able to read and write with ease. He has knowledge of advanced tactics and is actively trying to learn more about different strategies. While he can be incredibly patient, Owen's temper may flare up if he sees something he views as morally wrong. He has a a strong willpower that shows itself in his determination to beat the odds, however daunting they might be.
List of weapons.
Name:
Wolfsbane
Description:
Owen received this longsword as a gift from his father on his sixteenth name day. He takes it nearly everywhere with him and maintains it meticulously.
Appearance:
The blade itself is of a darker material, but otherwise holds no special properties. It is decorated with gold trimmings and the pommel is formed in the shape of a snarling wolf.
Name:
Piercer
Description:
A finely crafted spear. Received this as a gift from his uncle Carron when he began learning how to use the spear.
Appearance:
Dark, stained wood, covers the shaft. This leads to a durable, sharp tip that has been painted black.
Name:
Shield
Description:
A normal wooden shield, with reinforced metal trimmings and a strong steel centerpiece.
Appearance:
Painted to match the House colours, with the House crest on opposite sides.
Name:
Black Fang
Description:
This knife was a gift from his uncle Percival on his fourteenth name day. It is a trusty weapon that can also function as a tool and, as such, Owen takes this with him whenever possible.
Appearance:
The blade is made of the same darker material as his longsword, but holds no special properties. The curve of the blade allows for several different uses and is handy in both combat and as a survival knife.
List of armour or attire.
Name:
Owen's Armour
Description:
Passed down from his father, this armour has been adjusted to fit his frame. It is well maintained, though some areas have undergone repair from the years of use. The chain mail allows Owen to move with more freedom, though it offers less protection than full plate would.
Appearance:
(This shows what the armour looks like without the helm)
The chain mail hangs past his waist with the dress uniform of his House placed over-top. Both shoulders are covered with stronger metal plating, which also covers his wrists and forearms. Leather armour covers the area below his waist to his boots, which are also made of hardened leather.
On colder days, he wears a fur cloak over-top the armour.
Name:
Owen's Helm
Description:
The helmet that accompanies his armour.
Appearance:
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It is a common mistake and nothing grave, at all, but commoners don't have a surname. When they need to be set apart, they will be "Rick of Winterfell" or "Lonas of Highgarden". Only nobles really have a surname or bastards, which is set to the region they are born in.
This is conflicting and confuses me slightly. I think I do understand it but it is not coherent with what is said in the biography and then in the skills and weapons. It is okay if she knows how to wield a blade, unless you mean that she is just aware of how to swing and fight with it and not fancy techniques. (Which is interesting as many manuals and such sources which provide insight on more technic fighting, stances and such, are quite more common with the rich. As manuals aren't that cheap or what common or lower social classed soldiers are really indulged in, generally speaking).
I am somewhat okay with it. The reason why I state ''somewhat' is because I don't see how she winded up at the Marrics. I would love if you would add that later but for now, I don't see any reason to deny it. Accepted.Abigail
Personal
Name: Abigail
Aliases: Abby
Gender: Female
Age: Autumn of 107 BC (18)
Height: 155 cm, 5'1"
Weight: 56 kg, 127 lb
Body Shape: Inverted Triangle
Sexuality: Unknown
Attributes
Religion: None (Private), Old Gods (Public)
Loyalty: Marric
Occupation: Servant (Current), Prostitute (Former), Pirate (Former)
Ambition(s): She hopes to feel at home in the North.
Appearance
As an unrecognized bastard, Abigail wasn't subjected to the frilly dresses and bright colors that typical noble born wore. Instead, she wore basic commoner garb for women; a basic dress made from sheep's wool. She worked long and hard hours as a serf until she got a place on board a ship called The Pillager as a cabin boy. Her attire changed thereafter to a standard male garb of brown trousers, a loose white shirt, and leather boots. A corset and a piece of cloth to help keep her hair out of the way was also distributed to her.
Personality
Abigail proudly considers herself an equal of man in strength and wisdom. She's a no-nonsense individual with a lot of time on her hands and a reputation for dependability and risk. Her bold, opinionated statements have ran dry with other men a long time ago. They think she should know her place— that of a submissive wife— and not undermine her authorities— the men. Abigail is no stranger to being threatened or almost dying because of her assertiveness, or "disobedience" as many have called it.
She dislikes talking about her past and prefers to keep to herself, as she's terribly isolationist and has trouble opening up about the difficult times. Abigail can come off as rude and distant. She doesn't seem to enjoy socializing with others unless the topic is of interest to her and she harbors a great distrust towards men in general. It seems that she doesn't care much for nobility either, despite the decent hospitality House Marric has given her after she swore loyalty for her own gain.
Biography
When Abigail was only three months old, she was taken away from her mother and sent off to a commoner family in Riverlands. There, she grew up in a family of four. Under Emersen's family now, Abigail worked the lands and prepared meals with her older sister and mother. She never learned how to read or write, as her family was too poor to afford education. Abigail was a hard worker with a strong sense of hope and great ambition.
When she was fifteen, she decided to leave the house in search of her own destiny and informally began to address herself as Abby. She trekked far and wide to different towns, seeking out jobs, learning more about who she was as a person and a woman. At sixteen, he sought out a job on board The Pillager, a pirate ship notorious for their honor and ruthlessness. The crew found her initial proposal hysterical.
After Abigail proved herself via a sword fight, she was granted a position on board for cabin boy. It was difficult being a woman on board; she was often teased and viewed as inferior to the rest of the crew. Abigail pushed on through though. When she was eighteen, however, The Blood Brothers ransacked a village the crew was staying in. Abigail was caught and forced into prostitution for some time before she finally found a way to escape.
Skills and Gears
Skills and Various Traits:
Abigail has little in depth training with her current weapons. Her dagger she manages to keep on her at all times, but the sword and battle axe are not present because they were taken away from her when she arrived at the Household of Lord Marric. She has no recollection of where they were put.
Name: Dagger
Description: Abigail bought this dagger she bought from the local smith's shop while she was traveling. Abigail used it to cut meat, cheese, and other foods. The only expertise Abigail has with this dagger is close quarter combat, but even then, sometimes it's not enough.
Appearance:
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Name: Knightly Sword
Description: This was a sword she looted during one of The Pillager's raids on the rich. She stole it from a knight when she was seventeen and has taken good care of it. One of the men on The Pillager offered to teach her a few basic sword techniques and lessons at one point.
Appearance:
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Name: Battle Axe
Description: Another weapon gained from a raid in The Vale. She was taught basic techniques and a few handling maneuvers but her expertise is still quite shallow unfortunately. It's a little rusty in some spots but a good patch work should help it last longer.
Appearance:
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Armour & Attire
Name: Servant Wear
Description: Abigail wears this while she's preparing vegetables, fruits, and other foods for House Marric.
Appearance:
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Name: Servant Wear
Description: Abigail typically would wear this garb outside when she's picking fruits, herbs, or going out to the market to get some spices. The short cape is typically worn during the fall to help provide some warmth.
Appearance:
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Relationships
Family:
Neina (Adoptive Mother)
Emersen (Adoptive Father)
Emilee (Adoptive Sister, 21)
Ashter (Adoptive Brother, 22)
Ella Woodhall (Biological Mother)
Illyrio Hotaan (Biological Father)
Aldred Woodhall (Stepfather)
Aurelia Woodhall (Half-Sister)
Other
She's hidden her sword and battle axe far away from the manor.
Abigail's status as an unrecognized bastard isn't public.
Theme song is This World by Lena Fayre.
She's only been with House Marric for a few weeks now.
There are very few who know of her true status as an unrecognized bastard.
