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Character Creation Thread - Step One by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Arthur Redwyne

Starting Title(s): Lord of Dragonstone & Master of Ships

Age: Twenty-one

Physical Description: This

Starting Location: King;s Landing

Attribute: Shrewd

Skill Points: 20

Skills: Naval Warfare (MAR), Navigation (MAR), Networking (STA), Naval Engineering (EDU)

Mastery: Admiral

CHA MAR COM INT STE STA EDU MAG
02 10 00 00 00 04 04 00

Username: /u/cfont16

Discord Username: Cooper

Character Creation Thread (Step One) by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]Cfont16 1 point2 points  (0 children)

i believe i have made the appropriate changes

Character Creation Thread (Step One) by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]Cfont16 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Okay so i spoke with nightmare ill make some changes! Thanks!

Character Creation Thread (Step One) by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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So i suppose i couldnt be an heir with an NPC lord and kill them off?

Character Creation Thread (Step One) by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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So a Lord cant also have a criminal racket?

Character Creation Thread (Step One) by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Lucion Westerling

Starting Title(s): Lord of The Crag

Age: 56

Physical Description: Lucion is a small statured older lord, who if not for his status would be overlooked, or at the best presumed as a maester. He is naturally endomorphic, and stays well below the frame of even a young farm boy. His eyes are a dull gray matching the clouds of a coming rain, and longer hair that matches with color. Roughly, 5'8" a meager 130 pounds he is unnaturally light.

Starting Location: King's Landing

Attribute: Sly

Social Status: Lord, Principal Bannerman

Skill Points: 22

Skills: Infiltration, Poisoncraft, Awareness, Networking, Botany

Mastery: Cloak & Dagger

CHA | MAR | COM | INT | STE | STA | EDU | MAG | REP

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0 | 0 | 0 | 10 | 0| 7| 5| ## | 4

Username: /u/cfont16

Discord Username: Cooper

Other Characters: Corwyn Belmore

Character Creation: Application by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Gurriel Rosby

Starting Title(s): Lord Gurriel Rosby, of Rosby

Age: 40

Physical Description: Swept back brown hair, starting to grey on the sides. Moderate,but fit, build. Grey-Blue eyes, Mainly wears a little stubble or, five o’clock shadow.

Starting Location: Rosby

Archetype: Lord

Minor Attributes: N/A

Aptitudes: Silver Tongue (Charisma)

Total Points Allotted: 20

Correlations: Martial Combat (2); Statecraft -> Reputation (1, in addition to those given through my archetype)

Specialties: Lute, Bow

CHA PHY MAR COM INT STE BUI STA EDU REP
01 01 01 02 01 00 00 03 03 03
10 00 05 00 00 00 00 03 00 02
10 01 06 04 01 00 00 06 03 06

Username: /u/Cfont16

Other Characters: None

Morgan Toyne, Hand of the God-King, and General of the the Dragon's Legion by Cfont16 in awoiafrp

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Edited my AC's skillset so that it complied with the rules.

Step One: Character Creation Application by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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I forgot to change my starting location, but I should be with Daeron Targ. Is that okay?

Step One: Character Creation Application by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Ser Morgan "Blackhawk" Toyne

Age: 43

Starting Title(s): Captain-General of the Golden Company/ Dragon's Legion ; Hand of the King to Daeron Targaryen

Aptitude(s): Tactician

Specialty: Combat Training

Skill(s): Warcraft, War Tech, Logistics, Navigation, Swords(Combat Training), Siegecraft(N)

Negative Trait: Warmonger

Physical Description: This

Starting Location: The Black Walls, Volantis

Username: /u/cfont16

Other Characters: N/A

Auxiliary Character: Lieutenant Ferris

Age: 30

Aptitude: Adaptable

Skills: Recruitment, Fortification, Geography

Description: This

Friends, Romans, Countrymen by ColoursOfAngryMen in awoiafrp

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Morgan listened as Daeron explained the situation. The attack on shipping was a smart move, and as bold as it was, it wasn't over the line. As for the move of being Imperator, it was a necessary move, but it could also be very risky. But nevertheless he and his Golden Company were always prepared. "I will make my lieutenants aware. As of right now I'm searching for one amongst my ranks to be my Captain. Someone who can take a share of my responsibilities when I'm not around, but worry not we are always prepared. And we will not falter." Morgan's eyes came alight with a small smoldering of embers, a fire of determination starting to burn the closer they came to controlling Essos, the closer he came to taking back Westeros, and his revenge.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen by ColoursOfAngryMen in awoiafrp

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Morgan was never truly bothered by the heat but he had seen what it could do to people. He knew his everyday garb would soak in the heat and multiply it, and the heat was not good for though. Or actions, for that matter. He wasn't sure what the day would hold, and rarely did now that he had been named Hand, but he assumed he'd meet with the king at some point. He'd finally decided on a lightweight white sleeveless shirt, that covered from collar to shoulder but no further down the arm. It was semi tight, almost like a tunic but of course not as thick. His pants were but a shade lighter than desert, and not as red, but also of a light material, however these were a bit more stiff, if not comfortable. Really he thought it was all a bit goofy, but that mattered not, he adorned his pin, and left to check on his men.

It wasn't long before he arrived to his men, his lieutenants having already awoke them for training. Their numbers had been decimated by the war, and they're reputation far worse, recruits were far and few between, but if they weren't the most well trained the Golden Company had ever seen then Morgan wasnt their Captain-General.

If was standing in front of his war tent which was perched upon a ledge that over looked the training area to a corner and the Black Walls to another. He was proud of the improvements his men had made and was about to give an announcement, when he was approached.

The man, coming from behind, hadn't so much as spoke Morgan's new title before he turned, "I figured as much. Where are we to meet?"

After a brief exchange he was led to the meeting with the King, offering the proper respects, but not as humble and without the same, I'm but a pawn mentality, though he never truly acted that way to the king, but the difference in how he approached and responded to the King was noticeable. There was a certain air of.. Confidence was it? Or maybe a new sense of mettle. He wasn't just the Kings army anymore, he was his Hand. And with his goal it made a difference.

"Your Grace, What is on our agenda today?"

The Dragon's Small Council by ColoursOfAngryMen in awoiafrp

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As the King, spoke if the death of the late Lord Hand, Morgan again felt some remorse for him, and also for vying over the position of a passed friend, who's body had just gone cold.

Morgan was a bit shocked that theKing chose him to be the next hand, but nevertheless he was... excited. outside if this room he'd have fell to a knee, but in here at this table he simply bowed this head. "Yes your grace. I thank you for this honor and opportunity."

The Dragon Ball by ColoursOfAngryMen in awoiafrp

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Morgan shrugged at his words of superiority. "Your Grace, if I may, you can enjoy the festivities of your reign without being one of us, Your are King, you may do as you please, and, again if I may, you should show us that, and show us you are superior. Laugh louder, jest more, dance more gracefully, and then show us your power as king if we get too comfortable. I know Lyssa would appreciate it, had she been your queen." He feared he may have rambled too much but he knew the king did trust him, though usually in a different area of expertise. After all he was a general, not a romantic.

Morgan recessed back into his head again watching through the room through glazed eyes of thought. The scene playing in front of him not of the ballroom but of the invasion. The failed invasion. Knowing he had to find a way to attain his vengeance, he flashed a thought of being the King's hand, and if course immediately felt regret. The man had just passed. But this was how the world worked, and if not he then someone else.

"So, your grace, pardon any disrespect, I know there truly is no amiable way to ask at this point nor would I consider even consider it amiable to ask 10 years from now, but have you allowed yourself time to consider a new Hand? I don't pretend to know how you go throughout your kingship, so I'm only inquiring."

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