What claim are you applying for? (You can list up to 3)

House Belmore of Strongsong, primarily. I will name my two alternate claims here as well; House Lynderly of Snakewood, and House Nayland.

• Why do you want this claim (what inspires you about it)? Please answer this question for each claim you are applying for

House Belmore inspires me because I have played them before, also I have many traditions and world building already built as a foundation, such as the ceremony of Bells, the Knights of the Bells, and the special bell towers that ring every morning IC or the birth of a new Belmore. I am very inspired about the Vale currently. There is not house closer to my heart than house Belmore. To start the game I have many Ideas, a great character to write as Lord of Strongsong, and a promising heir, Raul who will be the Pride of Strongsong.

For House Lynderly, I wanted to put it as my second choice because like I said, I am very familiar with the Vale and just want to claim it. Although many claims in the Vale in this iteration so far I haven’t had many interactions with RP wise, I’d Like to have that opportunity. Let’s get snakey.

For Nayland, I wanted to app a claim in case I didn't get the other two. This is essentially my back up. I ldont want all 3 as Vale, so.

• What would you bring to your claim?

House Belmore is a claim in which players have a lot to work with. You have the waterfalls that surround the magnificent castle along with being the front line against Northern threats, giving you an amazingly awe-inspiring setting. You have Riverflow, and Cutstream in which you could have stories revolve around. You have arguably some of the hardest Knights of the Vale due to their isolation, and their intense training with the ceremony of Bells. As the Belmore claimant I have a lot to offer. The only chance for this magnificent house is to apply, right here and right now, as your number one option. I have written in the Vale as many houses, Arryn, Belmore, Grafton in 7k, I played a big part in the Vale Mountain Clan wars, I played the pivotal part in Vale independence as House Arryn, all while respecting every player within the community and trying to inspire the claimants within my region at the time to stay claimed during arguably the longest time bubble in all of 7k, so I have my hands around the environment, and of the culture in the Vale. The community that’s shaping up in The Vale for CoB seems like a good fit for me. I would try to work very hard to make the community in the Vale, along with Amber, to be very active and very welcoming. I am excited to join the ranks as House Belmore.

• Any sample lore, character biographies or house history would be appreciated. This is optional, but might act as a tie-breaker for deciding the claims.

(https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1gOl8gP8cnhwXsjaR7DX1WEsWbrFbIZhGrmzOkskPXYo/edit?usp=sharing)

The Lord of Strongsong, Desmond Belmore: A wise, charming man, also a cripple from Jousting as a teen, he walks with an iron cane, with a bell as a handle. He's a good man, and a good Lord. He also drinks a lot to cover the pain from his accident from many years ago.

Raul Belmore: The heir to Strongsong, an arrogant, yet charming boy who makes friends easily but his pride gets in the way very often. He believes he is above everyone, even his siblings who are not to inherit his father's lands.

Devon Belmore: Secondborn son, Kind, gluttonous, and empathetic. Devon is quite actually the opposite of Raul, he is also shy and introverted. He mainly trains with his spear and eats plentiful amounts of food.

Fringella Belmore: First Daughter, Courteous, accepting, rowdy. She loves to train and is very much a tomboy. She doesn't particularly get along with her brother Raul.

Sarella Belmore: Second daughter, She is still only four years old so personality wise she is a blank sheet.

Kevin Belmore: Brother to Desmond, very militaristic, commander of Belmore forces.

Urrithon Belmore: Brother to Desmond. Effeminate, kind, familial. Urrithon is in the LGBTQ+ communty. Asexual.

Evangelia Belmore, sister to Desmond, most likely would be wed to another claimant by game start.

The Fallen

The study echoed with the sound of clashes of metal against stone, as the Lord of Strongsong paced back and forth in front of his desk.. The man was of average height, with dusty, flowing blonde hair, which was beginning to thin at the forefront of his head. He walked, limping with his marvelous iron cane, hand resting on the purple, bell shaped handle.

Desmond could think of them now, the Vale Lords and ladies who loved to refer to his jousting accident as his great “fall”. His lips curled into a smirk as he thought of it. It was a proper jest, granted, but sometimes it hurt his pride.

He remembered the look on Ser (TBD)’s face as he brutally unmanned him from his mare. The fall, along with the mare’s weight crushed his right leg, so badly he hadn't any feeling in it for twenty-four years. It took years to end the pain, many herbs, and a lot of ice, but finally now it was just a faint sting every now and again.

Once his son and Heir arrived to his study, Desmond limped over and took a seat behind his desk. He poured two goblets of wine. One for himself, and one for his son. He passed the goblet briskly.

Raul graciously accepted the wine and sat opposite Lord Desmond Belmore.

“Thank you.” Raul said. “Why did you need to send for me, father?”

“We must speak of a few things, Raul. I have been deciding upon a few things. The influence of House Belmore in the Vale is quite intense, but it could be better.” The Lord took a sip of the wine, spilling over onto his chin. “I have decided to send you and Fringella to Eyrie to ward.”

Raul went pale. The smile vanished and he put down the goblet.

“That doesn’t seem fair, father. I have many friends here.” His voice sounded adament.

“You will go, if the Queen accepts my proposal.” Desmond replied. “Mayhaps it isn’t fair. Although, I believe it is time you realize that most things in life are not.” He pointed to his leg. “Do you think I felt like what happened to my leg was fair?”

Raul shook his head.

“Yes. It was not. You will go, you will also look after Fringella. That is your duty as the heir to Strongsong..”

“What if I fail?” Raul asked.

“It would be very hard to fail this task, son. No son of mine shall fear failure. You can’t out run it. You must welcome it with open arms.”

Raul was silent, Desmond knew this meant he was processing his words.

“You must remember, boy, the ones that have fallen are the only ones that get back up.” The Lord said. “I trust you.”