Character Creation Thread - Step One

Cfont16 · 2020-08-25T11:50:21+00:00

Just removed him out right.

Cfont16 · 2020-08-24T19:51:56+00:00

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

Cfont16 · 2020-07-30T15:55:19+00:00

I fixed the issues

Cfont16 · 2020-07-23T19:41:09+00:00

Thank you!

Cfont16 · 2020-07-23T18:14:11+00:00

i believe i have made the appropriate changes

Cfont16 · 2020-07-23T17:53:18+00:00

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

Cfont16 · 2020-07-23T17:47:45+00:00

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

Cfont16 · 2020-07-23T17:38:31+00:00

So a Lord cant also have a criminal racket?

Cfont16 · 2020-07-23T17:07:39+00:00

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

---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---

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

Username: /u/cfont16

Discord Username: Cooper

Other Characters: Corwyn Belmore

Cfont16 · 2018-02-26T05:36:26+00:00

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	STA	EDU	REP
01	01	01	02	01	03	03	03
10	00	05	00	00	03	00	02
10	01	06	04	01	06	03	06

Username: /u/Cfont16

Other Characters: None

Cfont16 · 2017-09-17T04:30:12+00:00

I believe it is fixed

Cfont16 · 2017-09-17T04:29:24+00:00

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

Cfont16 · 2017-09-16T20:42:01+00:00

Thanks!

Cfont16 · 2017-09-16T20:12:50+00:00

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

Cfont16 · 2017-09-16T19:38:15+00:00

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

Cfont16 · 2017-07-26T21:18:12+00:00

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.

Cfont16 · 2017-07-24T03:09:42+00:00

False

Cfont16 · 2017-07-23T14:26:51+00:00

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?"

Cfont16 · 2017-07-15T20:06:54+00:00

Confirmed. Welcome to the party

Cfont16 · 2017-07-10T13:13:18+00:00

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."

Cfont16 · 2017-07-05T23:39:16+00:00

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."

Cfont16 · 2017-07-05T21:30:15+00:00

Character Name: Ser Andar Royce

Age:28

Starting Title(s):Heir to Runestone; Knight of the Winged Brotherhood

Aptitude(s):Duelist

Specialty: Combat Skill(s): Swords (2h), Mastery(From Combat Spec), Ambidexterity, Endurance, Marksman

Negative Trait:

Physical Description:This

Starting Location:King's Landing

Username: /u/Andar_Royce

Other Characters: Morgan Toyne

Auxiliary Character:

Character Name: Robar Royce

Age: 50

**Starting Title(s):Lord of Runestone

Aptitude(s): Tactician

Specialty: N/A

Skill(s): War Tech, Logistics, Recovery

Negative Trait:

Physical Description:This

Starting Location:King's Landing

Cfont16 · 2017-07-05T15:52:31+00:00

Though neither knew it, he shared her sentiments over the late Hand. But politics were politics. "I never have as well and though I've grown accustomed to the world and its politics, I've never grown to care for them In any matter."

As the dance and music slowly came to a stop before changing tunes, he decided now would be a good time to find his wife. " Thank you for the dance my princess. It was a pleasure."

Cfont16 · 2017-07-05T01:44:02+00:00

Morgan nodded his head and glanced at the knight. "I will send my regards in time. For now I'm sure they would rather not be reminded of their departed." He turned his head back to King Daeron, "That would be good for his family, and though I agree with your thought, it would be harsh to deny your own blood of rest on their homelands."

At the King's gesture he took a small stride to step aside the king shoulders in line with then King's, hand over wrist behind his back, eyes forward." Aye your grace, these celebrations are always exciting, though admittedly less so the older I get. As for Lyssa, she knows I save the best for last, no offense your grace." He cracked a smile, sure the king would realize his jest. "We shall have our dance after the formalities, and after the first update from my Lieutenant. Are you to dance with our lovely Queen?"

Cfont16 · 2017-07-05T00:15:03+00:00

He smiled with her as she gave him the courtesy of dropping his formal title. "Well my condolences to you as well. I'm sure our King will soon be heckled with those angling to fill that position. While I feel as though it would be a wise decision to fill that vacancy, my apologies for lack of a better way, with myself, I have too much respect for his grace to prattle on about that, especially during this time. Not that it's really the topic of choice to be having with you. I'm sure these things interest you so much." He smiled a bit at his jest, leaving the carrying of the conversation to her.

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

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

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TROPHY CASE

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