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[Arcadia]

Gotcha x D

Poor Sean Bean dies in everything he's in. XD I'll be making an app shortly.
EDIT:

Name: Lyam Stark
Age: 25
Great House: Stark
Personality: Lyam is a loyal, trusting man, with a passion for family and a mind for the realm. He is kind hearted, but has no sympathy for enemies of his families, least of all traitors, and will act as a force of vengeance against those who betray or wrong his family.
Appearance:

Occupation: Leader of House Stark

Skills: (120)
-Shortsword:
-Longsword: 30
-Sword & Shield:
-Archery:
-Lancing:
-Warhammer:
-Maces:
-Whip:
-Daggers:
-Spear/Polearms:
-Axes
-Thrown Weapons:
-Slings:
-Exotic Weaponry :( Scythes, Sickles, Blowdarts etc)
-Blind Fighting:
-Martial Combat:
-Dual Wielding:

Physical:
-Acrobatics:
-Climbing:
-Horse Riding: 10
-Running:20
-Stealth:

Survival Skills

-Scouting:
-Tracking:
-Husbandry:
-Cooking:
-Gathering:
-Animal Handling: 20
-Reading: 15
-Wilderness Survival:
-Concealment:
-Disguise:
-Hunting:
-Medical:

People Skills

-Diplomacy:
-Coercion:
-Seduction:
-Bartering:
-Interrogation: 10
-Impersonation:
-Leadership: 30
-Tactics: 30

Craftsmanship & Work

-Alchemy:
-Blacksmithing:
-Tailoring:
-Mining:
-Accounting:
-Wood Cutting:
-Sailing:

Art

-Music:
-Dance:
-Contortionism:
-Writing: 10
-Drawing:

Magic: (GM Discretion - Magical Realism Please)
Fortune Telling:
Illusions:


Other:
Special Weaponry: Lyam carries "Wolfsbane", a sword he crafted himself in order to take on anyone who stands in his way.
Pets: Mjöll, a White Direwolf. (Pictured in his appearance along with a messenger crow.) Due to Lyam's heritage, he can also warg with Mjöll, seeing what he sees through his eyes.
Allergies: Slight hay fever.
WRITING SAMPLE:
"The Hunt"
Lyam was on it's tracks. He'd been tracking it for days on end with Tundra's assistance and they'd finally found it. The pest that had been eating away at Winterfell's crop harvest. Winter was coming, and all this thing wanted to do was engorge itself on their hard earned food. So Lyam had decided to go find the beast himself. After all, it was the duty of a leader to protect those he leads. They had tracked the creature into a clearing, and he drew Wolfsbane. "YOU." He called to it, and with a snort, the beast turned around, Tundra already snarling as they grasped the face of the creature in their collective memories. It was a large bull, and it had rage in its eyes. It scraped its hooves backwards against the earth, ready to charge. "Stay back, Tundra." Lyam exclaimed to his direwolf, who skulked backwards. The being charged at Lyam, and he dodged to the left. It span round and charged once again. Lyam was ready. He sliced twice. One for each ankle. The bull cam down with a thud, but not before spearing Lyam with it's horn in it's dying moments. "Damn you, beast." He spoke, cutting the horn from it's source, the long bone now protruding from Lyam's chest plate. Taking the creature by the other horn, he began to hack away at the creature. Again and again until the bull was now chunked effectively into steaks. He now had a pest dead and food for the people of Winterfell. Tossing one of the steaks to Tundra, who proceeded to rip into it viciously, he made his way back to Winterfell. He had stories to tell.

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[Uffizi]

What about the Tyrells? Aren't they 'Growing strong'?

 

[Arcadia]

What about the Tyrells? Aren't they 'Growing strong'?

Edited.

 

[Darog]

Placeholder for character.

Not decided on House yet, but more than likely to be a Greyjoy or Martell.

 

[Jorick]

Name: Loren Lannister
Age: 30
Great House: House Lannister
Personality: Loren has been called a cutthroat, a thug, and a murderer. These descriptions are true. He has also been called a knight, a hero, and a champion of the Seven. These descriptions are also true. Loren is a man who knows that the truth changes depending on where you're standing, and as such he has no use for the concept. Truth, righteousness, piety; all of these are empty words to Loren, equal to the pointless bleating of sheep. He prefers a far more useful word: necessity. There are things that simply need to be done, no matter how good or evil they may seem to those with a less sophisticated moral philosophy. Loren is the kind of man who does whatever is needful.

Many would expect such a man to be harsh and cruel in all things, but this a childish notion. Loren is friendly to most in public, even commoners and bastards, unless they've given offense to him or his house. The latter is more likely to draw his ire, for he is fiercely loyal to and proud of House Lannister. He is generous with coin even for a Lannister, as he will actually deign to help beggars where most of his kin would not. He does not revel in senseless violence as many men do, and in fact he is likely to step in to stop an altercation because he views unnecessary violence as uncouth and irritating. Above all else, Loren Lannister is a practical man, a man who thinks with his head rather than his gut, and that is the core of his ability to be either lordly or monstrous as the situation requires.
Occupation: Second son of House Lannister

Appearance

Image borrowed from iamagri on DeviantArt.

Skills
COMBAT
-Shortsword: 5
-Greatsword: 20

PHYSICAL
-Running: 20
-Horse Riding: 10

SURVIVAL
-Tracking: 5
-Disguise: 15

PEOPLE
-Coercion: 40
-Diplomacy: 5
-Interrogation: 30

CRAFTS/WORK
Hah, like a Lannister would need to work for a living.

ART
-Writing: 10
-Reading: 15


Other
Special Weaponry: A custom made greatsword rumored (falsely) to be made of metal that fell from the sky, and that this makes it stronger than Valyrian steel. In reality its only distinguishing characteristic is its very large crossguard. The weapon has no special name, because Loren disdains that foolish practice.
Pets: None.
Allergies: None.

Writing Sample

Lord Kayce droned on about poor crops and poorer trade, as he had done for the past hour already. He did an admirable job of sounding like a downtrodden and woeful old man, especially given the immaculate state of his rich silk clothing and the polished gleam of the golden rings and gems upon his fingers. The old lord was a passable liar, but passable wasn't quite good enough: Loren could see the lines of the hardly contained smirk and hear the hint of a sneer in his voice. Playing tax enforcer was a new and strange job to Loren, but he suspected that his natural talents could be applied to the job well enough. It was a truly tedious job, but it needed doing and Lord Lannister had assigned him to it after numerous failings by those to hold the post previously, so he had resolved to do it well.

"Enough." Loren cut Lord Kayce off firmly but without rancor, and the old man did his best to look servile. He continued on with in a bored tone, playing the tired functionary to complement that lord's act of sorrowful petitioner. "I'm here for gold, not to hear about every ill fortune plaguing your lands. I've heard more than was necessary to understand the situation. Let us move on to reaching an understanding about what is to be paid."

Lord Kayce agreed and hurriedly sent for his maester to fetch papers and the like, just as expected. The old liar was expecting to hoodwink Loren and likely wished to finalize the deal as soon as possible. Instead, a few seconds after the door had shut behind the servant sent as a messenger, Loren stood abruptly and grabbed the frail fool by his throat, managing a fine looming posture even while bent over the corner of the table. Lord Kayce struggled and made frantic choking and gasping sounds, but Loren did not let up.

"Listen to me, you rotten sack of shit." That got the old man's attention, likely because nobody had ever before called the pampered lord anything of the sort. "Do you think I'm some dull child? A halfwit? An incompetent imbecile?" Loren shoved Lord Kayce back against his chair with each question, completely cutting off the man's thin stream of air for a moment each time. "You're trying to get out of paying your taxes to your rightful lord. Do you know what that means? No, don't try to speak you slobbering cunt, I'll tell you. That means you're trying to steal from the Lannisters." The old man froze at that, clearly understanding the implied threat. "You know what happens to those who steal from their lord, of course. Death or a long trip north, because such treason cannot be tolerated. Which of those two choices would you prefer?"

Loren stopped choking the lord and stood up straight, left hand resting on the shortsword hanging at his hip. After a few spluttering breaths, Lord Kayce managed to croak out a few word. "I'll pay. Please."

That drew a pleasant smile from Loren. He spoke in a jovial manner, like a man sharing an amusing tale in a tavern, though his hand remained on the sword in an unspoken threat. "Ah, the third option. I'll allow it. When your maester gets here you're going to have a sudden change of heart. Perhaps you've decided your loyalty to your benevolent lords of Lannister means more to you than your fancy rings, and so you'll sell them and your other baubles if necessary in order to pay what you owe. In fact, I do believe you're feeling especially generous and will pay extra, as a tribute to Lord Lannister to thank him for his kindness over the years. Your fervent loyalty will be an inspiration to all, I'm sure."

Lord Kayce grew pale and he seemed to shrivel in on himself as he was informed of his own generous spirit. He stared at Loren like a dangerous animal that had burst into his sitting room, and that was all to the good. A scared man was a man who would do as he was told, especially while the source of the fear remained will within arm's reach. Though the old fool said nothing in response, Loren knew he had won, so he smiled, gave the man a quick nod, and sat back down in his chair to await the maester. It was clear that he'd been right, that his particular talents in the area of intimidation would go well with the task of collecting taxes. He looked forward to seeing how much tribute the whimpering old man would offer above his lawfully decreed taxes, and to the later amusement of his lord father when he returned with more gold than was due in taxes. Tax collecting was certainly not a glorious job, but Loren was enjoying it all the same.

 

[Gwazi Magnum]

Name: Geffroi Stark

Age: 42

Great House: Stark

Personality: Geffroi has seen his fair share of blood shed in his life. Experience with so much violence has left people with more isolated lives to see him rather cold and bitter in regards to the realities of the world. But when it comes to family members, or battle brothers/sisters his loyalty is fierce, although he is ready to end a life or die when needed he would rather see as many people friend or foe return home alive as possible. Outside of battle he is firm yet distant from those who has yet to form a bond with, but around those that he knows well he is much more loud and energetic. If you ever pass a bar where either Starks or a band of Northerner's are visiting and you hear the room howling in song, Geffroi probably started it.

Appearance:

Occupation: Regent of House Stark, Captain of the Winterfell Guard.

Skills:
-Running: 20
-Writing: 5
-Reading: 15
-Horseback Riding: 10

-Greatsword: 40
-Scouting: 15
-Tracking: 15
-Tactics: 15
-Leadership: 20
-Diplomacy: 15

Special Weaponry: Uses a Greatsword forged with Valyrian Steel. Geffroi nicknames the blade Splitter.

Allergies: An irritation towards Pollen.

WRITING SAMPLE: Geffroi stood on top of the hill looking at the great Horizon. Up on the winter field ahead there was a liter of bodies, clear signs of a Skirmish, or an ambush. Some of the bodies were Stark, but most were poorly armed individuals and not from an identifiable house. He approached one of the bodies and began searching it for any further indication of who they were. In the right pocket small bag of gold, holstered in a belt was a small and rusty dagger, 'Someone doesn't care for his weapons' he thought to himself, but there seemed to be no sign of them having came from any of the major houses. His first thought was bandits, they were too poorly armed to be from a proper house and were too big in number to lack some indication of House origins. Regardless though, the Stark convoy was clearly overrun, and the shipment they were escorting was gone. "Gah, Bandits. Always making a mess of things" he muttered to himself before standing up. He considered tracking the Bandits down but he lacked the reinforcements for if things went south. So he began to travel back to the city of Winterfell, to report his findings to the King. If they want to remain safe and well fed, this bandit threat is one they would have to take care of. If they didn't handle this then Geffroi feared it would be a sign of weakness and soon it would be more than just Bandits they would have to worry about, and that's assuming he was right about it being Bandits in the first place.

 

[Arcadia]

Name: Geffroi Stark

Age: 42

Great House: Stark

Personality: Geffroi has seen his fair share of blood shed in his life. Experience with so much violence has left people with more isolated lives to see him rather cold and bitter in regards to the realities of the world. But when it comes to family members, or battle brothers/sisters his loyalty is fierce, although he is ready to end a life or die when needed he would rather see as many people friend or foe return home alive as possible. Outside of battle he is firm yet distant from those who has yet to form a bond with, but around those that he knows well he is much more loud and energetic. If you ever pass a bar where either Starks or a band of Northerner's are visiting and you hear the room howling in song, Geffroi probably started it.

Appearance:

Occupation: Regent of House Stark, Captain of the Winterfell Guard.

Skills:
-Longsword: 12
-Archery: 5
-Scouting: 10
-Tracking: 10
-Diplomacy: 8
-Husbandry: 5

Special Weaponry: Uses a Greatsword forged with Valyrian Steel. Geffroi nicknames the blade Splitter.

Allergies: An irritation towards Pollen.

WRITING SAMPLE: Geffroi stood on top of the hill looking at the great Horizon. Up on the winter field ahead there was a liter of bodies, clear signs of a Skirmish, or an ambush. Some of the bodies were Stark, but most were poorly armed individuals and not from an identifiable house. He approached one of the bodies and began searching it for any further indication of who they were. In the right pocket small bag of gold, holstered in a belt was a small and rusty dagger, 'Someone doesn't care for his weapons' he thought to himself, but there seemed to be no sign of them having came from any of the major houses. His first thought was bandits, they were too poorly armed to be from a proper house and were too big in number to lack some indication of House origins. Regardless though, the Stark convoy was clearly overrun, and the shipment they were escorting was gone. "Gah, Bandits. Always making a mess of things" he muttered to himself before standing up. He considered tracking the Bandits down but he lacked the reinforcements for if things went south. So he began to travel back to the city of Winterfell, to report his findings to the King. If they want to remain safe and well fed, this bandit threat is one they would have to take care of. If they didn't handle this then Geffroi feared it would be a sign of weakness and soon it would be more than just Bandits they would have to worry about, and that's assuming he was right about it being Bandits in the first place.

Great app :D Accepted Gwazi :D

 

[GoodEveningClarice]

Ready for approval~

Name:
Millicent Storm

Age:
18

Great House:
Baratheon

Personality:
Growing up as a bastard daughter to one of the Great Houses instilled a strong sense of self-preservation in young Millicent. She found her way into the lessons of the acknowledged children, wormed her way into the hearts of dance instructors, visiting dignitaries, and anyone she could glean knowledge or skill from. Due to this stubbornness and relentless quest to better her station, Millicent has made herself into a cultured, seductive young woman who can run circles around many noblemen and women with her wit and silver words alone. She acknowledges her weakness and wields it as a weapon, knowing when to play the damsel and when to appear the whore. Of course, she guards her virtue furiously, knowing it is integral to landing a good match and making a noblewoman of herself. The girl can be viscous when necessary, laying out the truth when it needs to be heard. She's not to be trifled with, verbally anyway.

Despite her manipulative tendencies and survival instincts, Millicent is a kind hearted girl when she can afford to be. She is charitable to young women and sometimes hires prostitutes wishing to escape their livelihood as servants. As a bastard she probably shouldn't be doing such things, but no one in Storm's End seems to mind, or perhaps everyone is simply tired of the lengthy debates that follow attempting to reign the girl in. She enjoys quiet moments and books and genuine conversation. She's good at keeping a cool head and is rarely left speechless. She is petrified in the presence of violence or bodily harm and is likely to be very compliant when threatened…at least until she can talk her way out of a situation or talk someone into fixing it for her. She maintains poise but has a great love for debate when she knows it won't hurt her ambitions. Having attached herself to her late grandmother's side, despite the woman's dislike of her, Millicent understands how to run a household and even something of basic military strategy,

Millicent is the bastard daughter of one of the daughters of the former head of the Baratheon household and a mysterious man. The former head was furious and married Millicent's mother off to a minor noble in Dorne to spare the household further disgrace. He considered throwing the child out into the streets and forgetting the whole thing, but one of his advisors suggested raising the girl as a bastard and keeping her around for a strategic marriage or some other use later on. So Millicent was raised in Storm's End, constantly under the feet of anyone she figured could help her make herself a better candidate for a good match, including her reluctant grandparents and the Baraethon's Maester. Though her grandfather grew to love her greatly, seeing how intelligent and clever she was without all the privilege her cousins grew up with, he died before making the decision to make her a Baratheon proper. So she offered to accompany one of the legitimate female heirs to King's Landing to attend court for a few months. Of course, Millicent is supposed to be aiding her cousin in finding a husband, but Millicent has little interest in playing the soft spoken lady in waiting.
(if anyone ends up playing another Baratheon and wants to be included or integrated into her history, let me know : 3)

Appearance:

Occupation:
Bastard of House Baratheon, Lady In Waiting to Lady Emren Baratheon (NPC of next to no importance)

Skills:

Physical
-Horse Riding: 10 (HB)
-Running: 20 (Freebie)

Survival Skills
-Animal Handling: 5


People Skills
-Diplomacy: 24
-Seduction: 29

Craftsmanship & Work
-Accounting: 24


Art
-Dance: 24
-Writing: 14 (HB + 4)
-Reading: 25 (HB + 10)


Special Weaponry:
She keeps a small dagger on a strap on her thigh. She has little skill to use it but it pretty sure she could stab someone if they were distracted enough.

Pets:
Two wild cats she found orphaned in the Godswood with Emren. She took it as a sign of favor from the gods and took them home with her. After many scratches and bites and hisses, the two adore her. They are named Orys (the great bastard who founded House Baratheon) and Stranger (for her favorite of the seven).

Allergies:
Copper

WRITING SAMPLE:
King's Landing was not half as beautiful as she thought it would be. Quite frankly, it stank. The poor were everywhere, living in human misery and eating pidgeons and rats. It was a good thing Millicent was so coolheaded because "her lady" Emren nearly fainted when the one of the beggars grabbed her dress. Millicent dealt the man a swift kick. "Manners." She hissed and pushed Emren ahead. Their guards were laughing, causing Emren to turn a swift shade of red. Poor Emren, daughter to the head of house Baratheon but homely and awkward as they came. Her hair was always greasy and she always had some sort of breakout on her plump cheeks. Next to the comely young bastard, it was easy to see why Emren was always in a poor mood. Millicent smoothed her dress as they finally reached the palace. "This, at least, is beautiful. Isn't it my lady?" Millicent sneered lightly when Emren ignored her, but said nothing else as they were let into the palace. She maintained her posture and composure, curtsying low when they were announced to the court. Emren huffed and stormed off towards the wine table, leaving Millicent to her own devices. She looked around demurely and took a seat in one of the window seats over looking the whole of King's Landing. It was lovely from this angle, she would admit that much. She turned her attention towards the Iron Throne and admired the nasty thing. It looked dreadful to sit in, but it there was a certain air about it that drew her in.

So she got up and carefully approached the empty chair, eyeing it enviously from the bottom of the steps leading to it. She wanted such a throne. She wanted to be counted among the Great Bastards of history as her ancestor Orys, bastard to one of the Targaryens who conquered Storm's End and founded her mother's house. She sighed heavily and turned away in time to see Emren promptly spill wine all down the front of her fine dress, a dress that would have suited Millicent much better. Millicent kept her expression smooth and made her way over to the helpless girl. "Oh my lady, let's get you cleaned up." She smiled kindly. Let everyone think she was sweet.​

 

[GoodEveningClarice]

And she's done!


Edit: So is Robert still King or is the King going to be a new character? Just out of curiosity?

 

[Arcadia]

And she's done!


Edit: So is Robert still King or is the King going to be a new character? Just out of curiosity?

There will be a Council of the Great Houses, but no direct ruler until much much later.
@GoodEveningClarice Your character is accepted :D

 

[Lady Myst]

Okay Arcadia, may I just say about your character : HE'S HOT! I WANTS ONE OF HIM! lol
I am a fairly new GOT fan (working through 2nd season but having a hard time cuz someone spoiled to me how a certain character dies and I don't want to see it *cries*) but I am in a similar style rp with Clarice and that is going really well.
I took a GOT quiz once that said I was House Stark but for this I'm not sure what house I want to belong in. I am sure Stark is going to be a popular choice. I will weigh my options carefully before I decide...

 

[Arcadia]

Okay Arcadia, may I just say about your character : HE'S HOT! I WANTS ONE OF HIM! lol
I am a fairly new GOT fan (working through 2nd season but having a hard time cuz someone spoiled to me how a certain character dies and I don't want to see it *cries*) but I am in a similar style rp with Clarice and that is going really well.
I took a GOT quiz once that said I was House Stark but for this I'm not sure what house I want to belong in. I am sure Stark is going to be a popular choice. I will weigh my options carefully before I decide...

Well, for Stark, there is one more available place, so if you want to be one, then go ahead.

 

[Lady Myst]

I think I am feeling House Arryn actually. High in the Vale, a touch of insanity... seems like my kind of place lol

EDITED : And come on, every place should have a moon door to make bad people fly

 

[Duchess]

I may join as a Tyrell and I'm in a similar RP with Clarice as well. So yeah, I'll decide by later tonight or tomorrow if I want join.

 

[GoodEveningClarice]

I posted about this on my roleplay incase you couldn't tell x D

 

[Arcadia]

I posted about this on my roleplay incase you couldn't tell x D

Thank you Clarice :D

 

[GoodEveningClarice]

Join people join :D

 

[GoodEveningClarice]

How are the placeholder characters coming?

 

[Arcadia]

@Duchess of Adraelith @Darog @Jorick @Lady Myst
Any decisions on houses so I can add you to the roster permanently while you make your characters?

 

[Duchess]

@Duchess of Adraelith @Darog @Jorick @Lady Myst
Any decisions on houses so I can add you to the roster permanently while you make your characters?

Female Tyrell, if you don't mind.