Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 4, 2009 16:32:36 GMT -5
FIRST
Character Name: Theodore Drumm
Character Age: 20 b. 552
Character Nationality: Iron Born/Firstmen
Character Byname: The Red Rain/The Bloody, Red Seer, Lord of Old Wyk, heir to New Wyk, and Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet.
Character Skills
2 Beginner- Diplomacy, Engineering
2 Novice- Bow, Blacksmithing
2 Apprentice- SeigeCraft, Engineering
2 Noteworthy- Leadership, Traps
2 Expert- Warging, Ambushing
2 Master- Land Battle Command, Green Dreams
1 Grandmaster- Great Sword
1 Legendary (After Scenario)- Sea Battle Command
Character Personal History:
Theodore was born in Drumm Hall on a clear sunny day, his father Orillion was away in King's Landing at the time. He got back though and immediately gave his son a miniture wooden sword to have, even though he couldn't do anything but whine, cry, and shit himself all day. Over time he was given heavier and heavier swords and he grew better and better.
He had a typical Iron Born life and spent his time training, training, eating, growing, and training for a time when he was going to go to battle. He started out on Lord Saltcliffes skiff at age 12 as a cup barrer and all around servant. When he first saw battle is was in the middle of an ice storm at a Western camp near the Banefort.
He hid in the back until a wounded man came near, he suddenly jumped from his hiding place and plunged his sword into the mans neck, dropping him instantly. With his blood up he ran into battle, and got knocked out.
As he grew older he began having strange dreams which he took as nightmares. As his father shipped out to lead the strike force to the Salt Shores he had a bad feeling. He wanted to go but they said he was too young and so he just spent his time training.
One night he had another of those nightmares, this time where he was grown up and was with his father at the Salt Shores. He watched helplessly as hundreds of the undead came shuffling and crawling towards the fort that he was in. He watched as his father fought valiently until he came across a direwolf. He fought it till his dying breath, burying Red Rain up to the hilt in the thing before succumbing to the hordes of wights.
He awoke suddenly drenched in sweat, it was just a dream there was no way his father died, he was invincible right. His father had truly died, in just the way he say it, he told no one of the dream just waited for news to arrive hoping he was still alive.
When he finally got the chance to fight it was with Selwyn's army, he helped push back the hordes at Rosby, Duskendale, Maidenpool, Fairmarket, Seagard, all the way through the neck, which was hell. There was countless battles, all against hordes of the undying, he watched as friends were cut down and then turned against there living former comrades. It became a blur until finally he arrived at the wall. When he arrived he was finally head of a band of surviving Ironborn, mainly from Old Wyk, Saltcliffe, Blacktyde, and Harlaw. All the while he kept having those dreams which he started to interpret as some sort of way to tell the future, he learned of the Old Gods and converted to the Northern faith.
The place was a mess, parts had crumbled and there was giant holes in the once solid mass of stone and ice. By this time he had turned into a battle hardened veteran, more ornery then then the usual Iron born, especially after the hell he and the rest had gone through.
Character Physical Description: He is over six and a half feet tall, just like his father and his brothers. He has black hair and a black beard which he keeps tamed. He ways about 250 pounds of pure muscle with broad shoulders and bluish eyes.
Character Reputation: Known to be quiet but when he speaks its usually in a gruff manner. Known to be a great sea commander and an expert swordsmen, destroying enemies left and right with Red Rain. He is also known as a seer among his men for not only his religion but for his strange ability to intepret his dreams to predict the future.
Character Name: Theodore Drumm
Character Age: 20 b. 552
Character Nationality: Iron Born/Firstmen
Character Byname: The Red Rain/The Bloody, Red Seer, Lord of Old Wyk, heir to New Wyk, and Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet.
Character Skills
2 Beginner- Diplomacy, Engineering
2 Novice- Bow, Blacksmithing
2 Apprentice- SeigeCraft, Engineering
2 Noteworthy- Leadership, Traps
2 Expert- Warging, Ambushing
2 Master- Land Battle Command, Green Dreams
1 Grandmaster- Great Sword
1 Legendary (After Scenario)- Sea Battle Command
Character Personal History:
Theodore was born in Drumm Hall on a clear sunny day, his father Orillion was away in King's Landing at the time. He got back though and immediately gave his son a miniture wooden sword to have, even though he couldn't do anything but whine, cry, and shit himself all day. Over time he was given heavier and heavier swords and he grew better and better.
He had a typical Iron Born life and spent his time training, training, eating, growing, and training for a time when he was going to go to battle. He started out on Lord Saltcliffes skiff at age 12 as a cup barrer and all around servant. When he first saw battle is was in the middle of an ice storm at a Western camp near the Banefort.
He hid in the back until a wounded man came near, he suddenly jumped from his hiding place and plunged his sword into the mans neck, dropping him instantly. With his blood up he ran into battle, and got knocked out.
As he grew older he began having strange dreams which he took as nightmares. As his father shipped out to lead the strike force to the Salt Shores he had a bad feeling. He wanted to go but they said he was too young and so he just spent his time training.
One night he had another of those nightmares, this time where he was grown up and was with his father at the Salt Shores. He watched helplessly as hundreds of the undead came shuffling and crawling towards the fort that he was in. He watched as his father fought valiently until he came across a direwolf. He fought it till his dying breath, burying Red Rain up to the hilt in the thing before succumbing to the hordes of wights.
He awoke suddenly drenched in sweat, it was just a dream there was no way his father died, he was invincible right. His father had truly died, in just the way he say it, he told no one of the dream just waited for news to arrive hoping he was still alive.
When he finally got the chance to fight it was with Selwyn's army, he helped push back the hordes at Rosby, Duskendale, Maidenpool, Fairmarket, Seagard, all the way through the neck, which was hell. There was countless battles, all against hordes of the undying, he watched as friends were cut down and then turned against there living former comrades. It became a blur until finally he arrived at the wall. When he arrived he was finally head of a band of surviving Ironborn, mainly from Old Wyk, Saltcliffe, Blacktyde, and Harlaw. All the while he kept having those dreams which he started to interpret as some sort of way to tell the future, he learned of the Old Gods and converted to the Northern faith.
The place was a mess, parts had crumbled and there was giant holes in the once solid mass of stone and ice. By this time he had turned into a battle hardened veteran, more ornery then then the usual Iron born, especially after the hell he and the rest had gone through.
Character Physical Description: He is over six and a half feet tall, just like his father and his brothers. He has black hair and a black beard which he keeps tamed. He ways about 250 pounds of pure muscle with broad shoulders and bluish eyes.
Character Reputation: Known to be quiet but when he speaks its usually in a gruff manner. Known to be a great sea commander and an expert swordsmen, destroying enemies left and right with Red Rain. He is also known as a seer among his men for not only his religion but for his strange ability to intepret his dreams to predict the future.
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