Post by Ollie on Aug 1, 2009 21:29:23 GMT -5
FIRST
Name: Ryam Fowler, Lord of Skyreach, Warden of the Prince’s Pass
Age: b.533 (28)
Nationality: Dornish
Skills:
Expert Lance
Noteworthy Sword
Noteworthy Battle
Apprentice Falconry
Apprentice Horsemanship
Novice Javelin
Novice Tracking
Beginner Fistfighting
Beginner Stealth
History: Ryam Fowler, born of the Lord Fowler and his fair Lady wife from the north, is rumored to have had a most auspicious birth. They say that he was born mid-day, when the sun was highest and burning hotter than it had in months, and just as he emerged squalling from between his mother’s legs a young falcon appeared in the window with a triumphant screech.
When reminded of this, Ryam Fowler is quick to claim that the story is all very likely nonsense spawned by his overly prideful father in attempts to guide his firstborn son into a life grandiose. Whether or not the tale tells true, the fact remains that a when raised by a man with grand intentions, a young man places certain expectations upon himself.
To be brave in the face of danger. As a man to be loyal to those he serves, and as a lord to be just those that serve him. To defend the young, and the innocent, and to protect all women. To fight each man nobly, be he a sparing comrade or a mortal enemy. To uphold a greater good. These were ideals that Ryam would strive to keep, not just as a lordling or a knight, but as a man -– ideals all men should embody.
At age 10 he was squiring, by 16 he was knighted, and in the next half-dozen years he lead men underneath his father’s banner. Ryam proved himself a capable man, and when the Lord Fowler rose arms in support of Saella’s call to march north, it was his son who he charged to remain behind to hold his lands. He never returned. With the news that his father had fallen in battle with the Army of Ever Night, Ryam Fowler took up the banner of his own.
Appearance: Ryam has the typically fair complexion of the ‘stony’ Dornish, hazel eyes guarded from the blinding sun by a heavy brow. His hair is wiry brown and cropped short, with a light beard framing his stern lipped-face. The Lord Fowler favors rugged chainmail in battle, and his jousting plate is relatively unremarkable.
Reputation: Most highborn of Dorne and a few neighboring Mander and Stormland lords know Ryam as a goodly and chivalrous, albeit occasionally cynical man.
Name: Ryam Fowler, Lord of Skyreach, Warden of the Prince’s Pass
Age: b.533 (28)
Nationality: Dornish
Skills:
Expert Lance
Noteworthy Sword
Noteworthy Battle
Apprentice Falconry
Apprentice Horsemanship
Novice Javelin
Novice Tracking
Beginner Fistfighting
Beginner Stealth
History: Ryam Fowler, born of the Lord Fowler and his fair Lady wife from the north, is rumored to have had a most auspicious birth. They say that he was born mid-day, when the sun was highest and burning hotter than it had in months, and just as he emerged squalling from between his mother’s legs a young falcon appeared in the window with a triumphant screech.
When reminded of this, Ryam Fowler is quick to claim that the story is all very likely nonsense spawned by his overly prideful father in attempts to guide his firstborn son into a life grandiose. Whether or not the tale tells true, the fact remains that a when raised by a man with grand intentions, a young man places certain expectations upon himself.
To be brave in the face of danger. As a man to be loyal to those he serves, and as a lord to be just those that serve him. To defend the young, and the innocent, and to protect all women. To fight each man nobly, be he a sparing comrade or a mortal enemy. To uphold a greater good. These were ideals that Ryam would strive to keep, not just as a lordling or a knight, but as a man -– ideals all men should embody.
At age 10 he was squiring, by 16 he was knighted, and in the next half-dozen years he lead men underneath his father’s banner. Ryam proved himself a capable man, and when the Lord Fowler rose arms in support of Saella’s call to march north, it was his son who he charged to remain behind to hold his lands. He never returned. With the news that his father had fallen in battle with the Army of Ever Night, Ryam Fowler took up the banner of his own.
Appearance: Ryam has the typically fair complexion of the ‘stony’ Dornish, hazel eyes guarded from the blinding sun by a heavy brow. His hair is wiry brown and cropped short, with a light beard framing his stern lipped-face. The Lord Fowler favors rugged chainmail in battle, and his jousting plate is relatively unremarkable.
Reputation: Most highborn of Dorne and a few neighboring Mander and Stormland lords know Ryam as a goodly and chivalrous, albeit occasionally cynical man.
Hope you all are well and happy.