Fandom GoT: Family Ties / Characters Page

[AnthraxBurrito]

Here is where we will be keeping a list of The family characters, important lords and ladies, as well as any other npcs needed.
I'll be keeping a list on this initial post of characters still needing a sheet. If you see a character on said list that you'd like to develop yourself, feel free to do so.

NPCs still needing a sheet:
Lord Lannister
Lord Stark
Lord Greyjoy
Lord Arryn
Lord Baratheon
Lord Tyrell
Lord Tully

Spoiler: The Targaryen Princes WIP

Spoiler: Lucaerys

Name: Lucaerys Targaryen
Age: 33, born 70 A.C.
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Personality: A Gregarious plotter, Lucaerys was born with a silver tongue a photographic memory. His ability with words is almost as impressive as his understanding of mathematics.
Despite his incredible intelligence Lucaerys is by no means a warrior. Not only does he lack any kind of swordsmanship or archery skill, his physical condition is nothing to brag about either. Though these things are irrelevant to him, as he has grown used to the peaceful Westeros built by his father, and sees the Warrior kings as a thing of the past. He actively seeks the throne to continue to grow his forefathers empire.

Personal History: Technically, Lucaerys is the first born son, as he emerged from the womb first. He spent most of his formative years in the library or with his teachers.
Lucaerys was appointed Master of coin at the young age of 16, though there were arguments to be made for him to be appointed 15. By 17, he had taken the kingdom out of its deficit and by 18 paid off the Kingdoms debt to the iron bank. With all the kingdoms profits flowing into the vaults, Lucaerys then began investing back in the kingdom.
After the untimely death of Lord Tyrell, Lucaerys was appointed Hand of the King. Though many credit Jaehaerys with bringing Dorne into the kingdom, it was actually Lucaerys who negotiated with Lord Martell for months until finally marrying off his sister to the southerners to unify Westeros.
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Spoiler: Vhaegar

Name: Vhaegar
Age: 33
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Personality: A pessimistic narcissist, Vhaegar believes the Kingdom is a broken system only he can fix. Though he is not as brilliant as Lucaerys, nor is he a warrior like Daemond, Vhaegar is a beloved humanitarian. His acts of generosity and kindness are known all through our Westeros. His goals are simple. To make ensure no one in Westeros ever goes hungry again, and to have a homeless population of 0.

Personal History: Vhaegar spent most of his teenage years traveling the Kingdoms, seeing the never ending stream of poverty in the streets despite the kingdoms “extremely prosperous” time period. It became obvious to Vhaegar that his family, in reality had done nothing for the people of Westeros, except stopping them from warring against each other.
With his own coin, Vhaegar has opened dozens of bakeries and soup kitchens responsible for providing food for anyone looking for a meal. He has also started 4 new quarry and mines to help create more paying jobs. He has also invested heavily in the riverlands fishing industry, dornish vineyards, a few distilleries, and many other enterprises all across Westeros.
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Spoiler: Daemond

Name: Daemond Targaryen
Age: 33
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Personality: A Bold, Brash, Brute of a man. Many believe Daemond to be a reincarnation of Maegor. Known for his quick temper and unyielding stubbornness, it's a common legend that Daemond pushed his brother out of the womb early, as he was ready to be born. Daemond does not seek power, for he already believes himself to be one of the most powerful men alive. Because he cannot live forever nor can he live with idea of being forgotten after death, what Daemond seeks is legacy.

Personal History: With no wars to fight in and very few displays of revolt, Daemond has little chance to display his martial ability outside of tournaments and wargames. He sought opportunity outside of Westeros as being prince had already bored him.
Daemond spent his twenties hopping around mercenary crews in essos making name for himself as a swordsman and tactician. After leading his own mercenary company for a few years, Daemond has recently come back to Westeros to be with his father in his old age, and to begin a new era of Targaryen dominance.
Traveling across the many different cities and countries throughout Essos, Daemond began to see only one thing. Conquerable land. None of these countries or free cities had a standing army comparable to the Ironthrone's. If that wasn't enough, Essos is still much like Westeros was before Aegon's Conquest, consumed with war for control by a host of princes, pirates, khals, etc. Daemond knew with some preparation, The Targaryen empire could easily span two continents.
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[StormWolf]

House Thaerion
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Name: Alestyr Thaerion, first of his name. Lord of Dunfort. Ironbane, The Beast of Blackwater
Age: 47

Spoiler: Appearance

Alestyr is a man of notable stature, considered tall by even those of northern stock, though not freakish. Broad of shoulder and deep of chest, Alestyr is supple with steel-cabled muscle, even into his middle years. Volcanic blue eyes smolder beneath the severe shelf of his dark brow. Ruddy auburn hair grows in a proud mane from his head with silver wings spreading at his temples, while a darker shade forms a sporting beard upon the sturdy shape of his anvil-jaw. Expressing much of his northern lineage, Alestyr is a hirsute fellow, dark hair endowed generously on his chest, abdomen, arms, and all the rest. Alestyr tames his unruly mane of hair by binding the locks above his ears up in a tail or bun at the back of his head, leaving the rest to fall freely about the thick trunk of his neck. If certain occasions require, he will do up his hair in styles more befitting a man of his station.
He dresses as one might expect from a lord of sea-farers. Alestyr typically dresses in a long tunic of a blue-grey similar to the color sponsored in his House banner, embroidered with maroon at the cuffs, collar, and hems near the knees. A steely blue cossack-style coat with silvered braiding and buttons is his usual garb of station. He'll additionally wear a hand-tooled leather doublet over his coat, both of which will be fur-trimmed in colder seaons. A maroon sash of wool, embroidered with silver waves, is wrapped and belted about Alestyr's middle, slung over his left shoulder and pinned by a silver ouroboboros brooch with garnets for eyes.

Spoiler: Personality

A stern man of intimidating demeanor, said to have blood colder than the waters of the Bay. His keen, wild eyes bear a crushing weight of intensity. With broad shoulders squared and a straight back, he radiates a natural confidence of an apex predator. Alestyr is a man of temperance, guarding himself and others from the cataclysmic frenzies he was prone to in his younger days. Still, now and again the vile beast of his yesteryears stirs. Though he is now slow to anger, he remembers a sleight to his kin and will carry a grudge until it is repaid or repented. Like most men, he finds reprieve in the hunt, or sailing the cool waters of the bay. Yet with all his faults, Alestyr is a man dedicated to his family and their betterment in all things.

As a Lord, he is firm but fair. Unbiased in his judgments and, at times, insufferably righteous. He subscribes to no religion openly, and as a result permits any number of faiths within his borders so long as they don’t cause trouble. As a husband, he is a mellower man, passionate and true. His wife, blessed be she, is ever a compass to him in times of tumult. He is no poet, but he possesses enough silver on his tongue and enough physical vigor to keep the fire of passion alight.
Alestyr, as a father, is a looming shadow. Often overbearing with lofty expectations, but with great reason, in his mind. He is hard on his children, especially Rylen, his eldest, but he tried to express his affections more openly. Alestyr hated his own Lord Father until the day he died, and he would not foster such resentment with his own children if it could be helped.

Spoiler: Relationships

Rylen - his firstborn son and heir, Alestyr had admittedly made the most mistakes with Rylen, but ever tries to shape the young man into greatness. Rylen is a better person than Alestyr ever was, but such a large heart is an easy target.

More will be added as more characters file in.

Spoiler: Personal History

Alestyr was born the second son of Lord Aelbrecht Thaerion, necessary but not needed. With Aelbrecht doting on the elder, Graefyn, Alestyr was left to set out in how own manner to garner renown, recognition, and above all, respect. In pursuit of this, Alestyr joined the Kingsguard as early as he possibly could. The oaths of celibacy vexed him not, for the burden of sires would fall to his brothers. There, amid the golden ranks of the Kingsguard, Alestyr thrived. He expressed an astounding capacity for cold, calculated, and efficient violence, but was tempered with a fiery heart and a firm sense of right and wrong in the eyes of the law. None were too low for his protection and none too lofty for his wrath, Alestyr earned his place, and made no shortage of enemies in his service.

Little over a decade into Alestyr's time as a goldcloak, a raven came from the seat of his House with grim tidings. His elder brother, Graefyn, had perished, leaving the burden of heir to him. He was split down the middle between family and duty, and in truth, if it was not his mother who had reached out to him, Alestyr would not have made his choice the way he did. It was with a heavy heart, but a proud posture, that Alestyr resigned his cloak and armor to the king, and ended his service with no shortage or murmuring amid the throngs.

Alestyr's return home was a somber one. Graefyn was a drunkard and a fool, but he was blood. The maroon of their standard existed for many reasons, but fidelity to family was ever the one his mother preached. So the burden passed down the chain, and Alestyr saw his Lord Father for the first time in nearly fifteen years. Alestyr always remembered Aelbrecht as imperious and indomitable, but now saw a small man; frail and crooked with consumption. There was a part of Alestyr that reveled in seeing his Lord Father wallow in the depth of his shadow, but he kept his head high, and accepted his new station with stoicism and dignity.

The gods, old and new, did not wait long to test Alestyr in his station, as raiders of the Greyjoys beset the coasts and waters around Westeros, sinking no shortage of Thaerion ships. As the Lord in all but name, Alestyr took charge. When the Ironborn parties had landed along the Blackwater, their numbers superior to the roughly-mustered men-at-arms of the House by three to one, Alestyr did the unthinkable: he attacked. The Ironborn, weary on shaky legs after so long at sea as they unloaded their provisions from their ships to shore, were introduced to the brutality of shock combat. Charging downhill in the mud and the rain, lightning dancing off sword, helm, and lance, Alestyr attacked before the the Ironborn could establish a beach head and supply their soldiers. Bards tell, most colorfully, of the storm-quelling fury in Alestyr's eyes as he turned the grey waters black with the blood of the ironborn. Driving them into the sea, the Beast of the Blackwater did not relent, harrying the Ironborn all along the point of Dorne and north again. It is said that Alestyr collected the dead of the Ironborn, impaling them upon their own masts, hanging them from their own rigging. One grave-ship manned by a skeleton crew of mangled survivors; broken passengers to deliver Alestyr's promise of blood.

Such a gamble was repaid in full, heaping renown upon the once-ostracized son of Thaerion and elevating him to a height of political power how own Lord Father had never dreamed. From merchant-lords and shipwrights to a mighty House so close to the Throne. Lord Aelbrecht slowly faded into the shadows of obscurity as his son was openly addressed as the House Lord. Aelbrecht cloistered himself away, living out the rest of his days in solitary comfort, liberated from the fetters of leadership, until his consumption took him.

With his new status came new challenges and obstacles. More eyes were on him and his House, now more than ever. From Dorne to the North, Alestyr was thrust into a grander scale of politics than he could have ever fathomed. He floundered in his early days, relying heavily on the wisdom of his mother and his maester to prevent a dive into ruin. The knowledge and skills he gained as a Kingsguard and a noble's education could only get Alestyr so far. He had to learn the finer aspects of statecraft and mercantile on the job.

Need spousal info for the last bits

Spoiler: Items/Equipment

Spoiler: Leviathan

Leviathan is a hand-and-a-half falcion with a valyrian steel blade, dragon-bone grip, and silver-chased pommel and S-curve crossguard, all fashioned with a sea-serpent motif and lined with niello. The blade of Leviathan is gradually curved with triple fullers, broad-spined and the base with a gradual distal taper to the top third of the blade, where the sword's false edge extends to the tip. 32 inches from cross-guard to tip with a flat nearly as wide as Alestyr's hand, the sword can be used in one or two hands, and has been witnessed to cleave through shields, axe hafts, and helms. The scabbard of Leviathan is carved from wyrwood and covered in sharkskin with silver trimmings matching the pommel and guard.

Steel dirk, signet ring, handfasting momento (worn around his right wrist). When in battle, he'll adopt a gambeson of his house colors and a hauberk of scaled maille beneath a steel breastplate, gauntlets, tassets, grieves, and pauldrons. His helm is spectacularly adorned with motifs of the sea serpent. He'll carry into a battle or duel a scutum shield his people are known for, his heirloom sword, and a spear.

If any changes need to be made to the background so far, just let me know. Much of what comes after what I've written already depends on other players and NPCs

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name: Rylen Thaerion, First of His Name, Heir of Dunfort
Age: 21
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Personality: As the firstborn under Alestyr, Rylen has always been living under his father's shadow, and constantly pushed harder and harder by the man. He's developed an inferiority complex due to this, always thinking he wasn't good enough to inheirit the family name. But this only makes him more and more determined to prove himself. Like his father, he has a will of iron, often unmoving, and unrelenting in his morals. But again, his father had a huge impact on Rylen. At times, his father's duty to law comes before Rylen's desire to do good, and the heir is forced to do what is expected of him. He is a kind man, though, always ready to help others above himself.
Relationships: Father
Personal History: Born the first son of Alestyr Thaerion, the boy was raised with his father breathing down his neck. Every action, every word was scrutinized by his father. Any time he said or did something that went away from what his father desired of him, Rylen would be given no quarter in his punishment. He was taught the way of the warrior, being taught in the sword, shield, and spear, though he always preferred a sword. When he was just a boy, he was arranged to marry the eldest daughter of Lord Dayne, the two meeting soon after. They didn't see each other again until Rylen's thirteenth name day, when he was sent to Dorne as a squire for Lord Dayne. There, he and his betrothed Laisa grew closer and closer, eventually falling in love with one another. He returned home on his eighteenth name day, patiently awaiting the day he could marry his beloved. Recently, she has arrived at Dunfort, as their wedding is in a few months.
Items/Equipment: He usually wears a leather jerkin and knitted shirt with trousers and boots. He always carries his sword, which is a masser like Leviathan, though of course not made of Varlyian steel. He also carries a dagger, a coin pouch, and a signet ring that he wears around his neck. Finally, he wears a thick brown gambison worn over chainmail, with a bit of plate on his shoulder with the family heraldry emblazoned on it, thick leather gloves, and a traditional knight's helmet into battle, wielding his sword, as well as a shield and spear.