Post by shirster on Apr 25, 2014 9:37:24 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: ----Jason Wynter
Gender: ----Male
Character Age: ----Jason has seen 17 name-days
Character House ----House Wynter
Alignment: ----House Stark, House Wynter
Character Appearance ----
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Jason has dark naturally messy brown hair, almost black, cut just enough for there to be no need to brush it away during combat, as well as a strong featured face with a dark shadow of a beard and piercing icy blue eyes, he has a slightly pale complexion from a life spent in the north, crisscrossing his face are two very small scars exiting from the side of his mouth, one towards the cheekbone and one towards his jaw, both from a boar attack that happened as a child, built balanced, he is muscular, however not very thick or large. Jason is also a small amount taller than average, but not by much, he would look quite imposing, but he rarely acts aggressively, so instead of projecting fear, he seems to radiate a very controlled force, like a large rock. Jason is clothed in large dark fur boots and pants, a light grey woolen tunic covered in a soft dark brown leather vest with a black leather belt, and when it's cold, a large Wolfskin cloak from the north. Jason always carries with him his Father's sword, a family heirloom from Jason's great grandfather, a Valyrian Steel blade black as shadows, shining an eerie white tone under candlelight, named "Weirbone" for the similarity to the roots of the ancient Weirwood trees. The blade has an onyx diamond embedded in the pommel, he also carries a steel-reinforced wooden kite-shield with his family's coat of arms
.
When armored he uses chainmail dyed red, an ornate steel breastplate dyed black with his family's coat of arms, a full steel helm and padded steel grieves and gauntlets, he always wears a small gold ring with a piece of ebony at it's center.
Character's Goals: ----
Jason hopes to avenge the death of Lord Eddard Stark, prove himself worthy of his father's name and title, and bring prosperity House Wynter and the North as whole. The young lord also hopes to find a Lady Wife, as he is the last remaining male in his bloodline, and he knows how important it is to sire a heir, especially in this time of war.
Character History: ----
Childhood:
Jason was born to the end of winter, released into the world by a warm hearth on a cold day. His childhood was spent on learning from his father, playing with his sister in the gardens in front of the weirwood tree and training with the castle's head of the guard. On the morn of his seventh name day, Jason's father took him on his first hunt, where they tracked a wild boar into it's den, brandishing a spear and weighed down by chain and plate, little Jason ran into the cave before he could be stopped, however the minute the child entered the darkness, the boar rushed out and rammed him in the face, falling backwards, Jason thrust his spear at the boar, scoring a considerate wound, the boar was quickly dispatched by the archers alongside the small party, returning home bloodied, Jason was tended to by the caste Maesteras his mother threw a fit on how he could have been killed, he was barely injured but there would be scars to mark him for life. Traveling back and forth to Winterfell had gotten Jason a close relationship with the Starks, and seeing as how his father was a principal bannerman to them, he was there so frequently it was almost like a second home.
Early Teens:
Already a proficient swordsman, Jason now spent even more time training with the castle's master-at-arms, and was even starting to defeat him, if he wasn't there he was at his father's side, studying scrolls and news from across the north, devising mock battle plans and hunting, or, of course, he was at Winterfell, he already knew the town by heart, and could easily navigate the castle's depths, of course, there was one room leading into the ground that he wasn't allowed to enter, but he accepted it knowingly, every family had it's secrets. On one day, a surprisingly cold day for summer, Jason was sent to fetch another piece of scroll for his father, on the way, he was jumped by two bandits that, through rotten teeth, demanded his coin purse, words were exchanged and eventually one of the bandits drew a rusty iron dirk from his belt, another produced a crude shortsword, heart beating wildly, Jason drew his own castle-forged blade and swung it to meet the dirk reaching for his chest, steel clashed with Iron, and the thing broke in two, just then the shortsword swung in an arc for his neck, eyes widening, Jason ducked and the blade sailed over his head, the thug's eyes narrowed with confusion, he expected him to parry. Taking the initiative, Jason swung his sword backhand at the man's chest, the blade ripped through leather, flesh and bone and the man slowly crumpled to the ground, still held by the blade that ran itself into his ribs, blood gushing out of the new wound. Seeing the carnage, the second bandit started running without a pause, sobbing furiously over his fallen partner. Shakingly pulling out the bloodied blade, a sudden realization came to Jason, he had just killed his first man.
Late Teens:
A veteran of a few battles now, including the defense of his home, Jason had made a few friends and gained some experience as an actual commander. When Robb Stark rose to avenge his father, the men of House Wynter joined the party heading south to King's Landing with two hundred men to assist the Young Wolf, now the King in the North, in his task. Riding south, things went quite nicely, for the war had not yet begun, long summer nights sitting in front of a blazing fire were well spent laughing with friends and howling back at the Wolves, however, when the first battle of epic proportions that Jason had seen commenced within the Whispering Wood, that all changed in an instant. Wielding all the things he was taught, Jason, with the help of his father, was able to command his men with precision and might, he was split from his father during the fighting, but payed it no worry, after harsh and exhausting combat, the battle was won. Surveying the corpses of the fallen, Jason looked upon those with the Red Wolf on their breast, he needed to see how many men he'd lost, spotting a decapitated body with the family crest on it's breastplate, the young warrior rushed over, trying to identify the body, Jason looked over the corpse's equipment, eyes frozen in silent horror as he spotted the lifeless fingers still clutched the family blade. Tears silently streaming down a dust-ridden face, the Lord grasped the family blade from his father's hands.
Character Personality: ----A true son of the North, Jason is furiously loyal to his house and house Stark, appearing cold at first, it only seems so because of his calmness and icy mannerisms, adventurous and curious ever since he was a child, Jason is always looking for a new experience or challenge, and has always been the bravest of his friends, always the first to jump in the frozen lake, always the first to suggest a sparring match.
Always stoic and noble, he projects an air of professionalism and control.
Despite this, the people that know him closely will often say how warm and kind he is, and state that they have never had a friend so close and caring of them.
Family Members or Important People: ----
FAMILY:
Lord Erryc Wynter *Deceased*- Jason's father, mentor and role-model, he has a tight bond with his only son (A wound sustained during a small battle with a neighboring noble left him infertile), teaching him the ropes of nobility himself, Erryc was a close friend to the recent Lord Stark ever since they were children, because of this Jason made regular trips to Winterfell as soon as he was taught how to ride.
Lady Safia Wynter(Karstark)- Jason's mother, warm and tending, she looked out for him his entire life and was always understanding, her hair is a brilliant brown, however it is streaked grey with age and worry.
Lady Shyra Wynter- Jason's elder sister, always teasing him and mocking him as a child, she loves to ride and shares the family look.
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FRIENDS:
King Robb Stark- Raised almost alongside him, the two have become close friends through their time together, often sparring and talking together, they formed a bond through time that Jason shares with no other, they are almost like brothers.
Sansa Stark- Always Robb's proper little sister, interested in all the feminine nonsense that Jason hated as a child, however, as they both got older, he came to appreciate the person herself, no longer did he see her as the little girl that was interested in stories of handsome knights and songs, he saw a beautiful young woman that was by no means stupid, and, something he wouldn't admit to anyone, he liked what he saw. (This is assuming she is the series version of Sansa, who is obviously older.)
Arya Stark- Even though she is around nine name-days his younger, Jason couldn't help but admire the free spirit of Arya, she was always so adventurous and free, she reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger, during the years, he would take her on secret hunting trips in the Wolfswood, just the both of them.
Other Information
Do you have another character with us? ---- Nope
How did you find us?----
I was surfing the web to find a GoT RP, I saw you guys and you looked pretty cool, so I decided to check you out, I read the forums and I liked the ideas, so I decided to sign up
RP Style: ----
I'd say you can expect between 2-5 paragraphs from me per post, I have several posts in several RPs, all of them ranging from 200 words to over a thousand, I'm really not consistent xD
RP Sample: ----
Jason told her to nock the arrow, he heard the taught string pulling back as he eyed her target, the deer was a majestic one, long horns gleaming in the pale moonlight and thick brown fur, perfect for a pelt, it was grazing the field when Jason had spotted it, occasionally glancing up to look for predators, but as the saying said: 'It's not what you see that kills you, it's what you don't'. When he and Arya had crawled into the small bush, the deer looked up wide eyed, in panic for a moment, after a while, it went back to peacefully consuming the greenery that surrounded it.
"Alright, take aim" Jason whispered, "Slow your breathing like I told you", he steadied her hands, she took a deep breath and then unleashed the projectile, the arrow slammed itself into the side of the deer, straight between the ribs, she had intended a neck shot, but , luckily, she had still hit a lethal spot, and the chance that the deer would escape were near none. The animal cried in pain as it's lung was punctured, dark red liquid oozing out of the wound. "I did it!" Arya shouted excitedly, rising from the underbrush. "Great shot, horseface." Jason said, a smile playing across his face, seeing that the comment had hurt her, he ruffled her hair and grinned "Come on, I was only jesting" he said.
They both walked up to the bleeding animal together, and as he had done many a time, Jason took his bow from Arya and slung it bow behind his back, then unsheathed his dagger, pulling it from his belt. taking a moment, they both silently thanked the Old Gods for the successful hunt, and without a word, Jason sunk the shining steel into the deer's flesh, quickly ending it's misery. Rising from the corpse, Jason took Arya from the shoulders "If anyone asks, you saw me lugging the deer back to Winterfell, and wanted to help, if your mother finds out I took you hunting, I'm a dead man, and so are you." he warned, "Now come on, let's get this thing back in time for dinner."
NOTE: I realize the relations are not according to the books, but I thought it might be a nice touch, please tell me if you think anything needs changing, thank you.
Read more: winteriscomingrpg.proboards.com/thread/17/joining-application#ixzz2ztrTgH3A
Character Name: ----Jason Wynter
Gender: ----Male
Character Age: ----Jason has seen 17 name-days
Character House ----House Wynter
Alignment: ----House Stark, House Wynter
Character Appearance ----
Jason has dark naturally messy brown hair, almost black, cut just enough for there to be no need to brush it away during combat, as well as a strong featured face with a dark shadow of a beard and piercing icy blue eyes, he has a slightly pale complexion from a life spent in the north, crisscrossing his face are two very small scars exiting from the side of his mouth, one towards the cheekbone and one towards his jaw, both from a boar attack that happened as a child, built balanced, he is muscular, however not very thick or large. Jason is also a small amount taller than average, but not by much, he would look quite imposing, but he rarely acts aggressively, so instead of projecting fear, he seems to radiate a very controlled force, like a large rock. Jason is clothed in large dark fur boots and pants, a light grey woolen tunic covered in a soft dark brown leather vest with a black leather belt, and when it's cold, a large Wolfskin cloak from the north. Jason always carries with him his Father's sword, a family heirloom from Jason's great grandfather, a Valyrian Steel blade black as shadows, shining an eerie white tone under candlelight, named "Weirbone" for the similarity to the roots of the ancient Weirwood trees. The blade has an onyx diamond embedded in the pommel, he also carries a steel-reinforced wooden kite-shield with his family's coat of arms
.
When armored he uses chainmail dyed red, an ornate steel breastplate dyed black with his family's coat of arms, a full steel helm and padded steel grieves and gauntlets, he always wears a small gold ring with a piece of ebony at it's center.
Character's Goals: ----
Jason hopes to avenge the death of Lord Eddard Stark, prove himself worthy of his father's name and title, and bring prosperity House Wynter and the North as whole. The young lord also hopes to find a Lady Wife, as he is the last remaining male in his bloodline, and he knows how important it is to sire a heir, especially in this time of war.
Character History: ----
Childhood:
Jason was born to the end of winter, released into the world by a warm hearth on a cold day. His childhood was spent on learning from his father, playing with his sister in the gardens in front of the weirwood tree and training with the castle's head of the guard. On the morn of his seventh name day, Jason's father took him on his first hunt, where they tracked a wild boar into it's den, brandishing a spear and weighed down by chain and plate, little Jason ran into the cave before he could be stopped, however the minute the child entered the darkness, the boar rushed out and rammed him in the face, falling backwards, Jason thrust his spear at the boar, scoring a considerate wound, the boar was quickly dispatched by the archers alongside the small party, returning home bloodied, Jason was tended to by the caste Maesteras his mother threw a fit on how he could have been killed, he was barely injured but there would be scars to mark him for life. Traveling back and forth to Winterfell had gotten Jason a close relationship with the Starks, and seeing as how his father was a principal bannerman to them, he was there so frequently it was almost like a second home.
Early Teens:
Already a proficient swordsman, Jason now spent even more time training with the castle's master-at-arms, and was even starting to defeat him, if he wasn't there he was at his father's side, studying scrolls and news from across the north, devising mock battle plans and hunting, or, of course, he was at Winterfell, he already knew the town by heart, and could easily navigate the castle's depths, of course, there was one room leading into the ground that he wasn't allowed to enter, but he accepted it knowingly, every family had it's secrets. On one day, a surprisingly cold day for summer, Jason was sent to fetch another piece of scroll for his father, on the way, he was jumped by two bandits that, through rotten teeth, demanded his coin purse, words were exchanged and eventually one of the bandits drew a rusty iron dirk from his belt, another produced a crude shortsword, heart beating wildly, Jason drew his own castle-forged blade and swung it to meet the dirk reaching for his chest, steel clashed with Iron, and the thing broke in two, just then the shortsword swung in an arc for his neck, eyes widening, Jason ducked and the blade sailed over his head, the thug's eyes narrowed with confusion, he expected him to parry. Taking the initiative, Jason swung his sword backhand at the man's chest, the blade ripped through leather, flesh and bone and the man slowly crumpled to the ground, still held by the blade that ran itself into his ribs, blood gushing out of the new wound. Seeing the carnage, the second bandit started running without a pause, sobbing furiously over his fallen partner. Shakingly pulling out the bloodied blade, a sudden realization came to Jason, he had just killed his first man.
Late Teens:
A veteran of a few battles now, including the defense of his home, Jason had made a few friends and gained some experience as an actual commander. When Robb Stark rose to avenge his father, the men of House Wynter joined the party heading south to King's Landing with two hundred men to assist the Young Wolf, now the King in the North, in his task. Riding south, things went quite nicely, for the war had not yet begun, long summer nights sitting in front of a blazing fire were well spent laughing with friends and howling back at the Wolves, however, when the first battle of epic proportions that Jason had seen commenced within the Whispering Wood, that all changed in an instant. Wielding all the things he was taught, Jason, with the help of his father, was able to command his men with precision and might, he was split from his father during the fighting, but payed it no worry, after harsh and exhausting combat, the battle was won. Surveying the corpses of the fallen, Jason looked upon those with the Red Wolf on their breast, he needed to see how many men he'd lost, spotting a decapitated body with the family crest on it's breastplate, the young warrior rushed over, trying to identify the body, Jason looked over the corpse's equipment, eyes frozen in silent horror as he spotted the lifeless fingers still clutched the family blade. Tears silently streaming down a dust-ridden face, the Lord grasped the family blade from his father's hands.
Character Personality: ----A true son of the North, Jason is furiously loyal to his house and house Stark, appearing cold at first, it only seems so because of his calmness and icy mannerisms, adventurous and curious ever since he was a child, Jason is always looking for a new experience or challenge, and has always been the bravest of his friends, always the first to jump in the frozen lake, always the first to suggest a sparring match.
Always stoic and noble, he projects an air of professionalism and control.
Despite this, the people that know him closely will often say how warm and kind he is, and state that they have never had a friend so close and caring of them.
Family Members or Important People: ----
FAMILY:
Lord Erryc Wynter *Deceased*- Jason's father, mentor and role-model, he has a tight bond with his only son (A wound sustained during a small battle with a neighboring noble left him infertile), teaching him the ropes of nobility himself, Erryc was a close friend to the recent Lord Stark ever since they were children, because of this Jason made regular trips to Winterfell as soon as he was taught how to ride.
Lady Safia Wynter(Karstark)- Jason's mother, warm and tending, she looked out for him his entire life and was always understanding, her hair is a brilliant brown, however it is streaked grey with age and worry.
Lady Shyra Wynter- Jason's elder sister, always teasing him and mocking him as a child, she loves to ride and shares the family look.
CLOSE
FRIENDS:
King Robb Stark- Raised almost alongside him, the two have become close friends through their time together, often sparring and talking together, they formed a bond through time that Jason shares with no other, they are almost like brothers.
Sansa Stark- Always Robb's proper little sister, interested in all the feminine nonsense that Jason hated as a child, however, as they both got older, he came to appreciate the person herself, no longer did he see her as the little girl that was interested in stories of handsome knights and songs, he saw a beautiful young woman that was by no means stupid, and, something he wouldn't admit to anyone, he liked what he saw. (This is assuming she is the series version of Sansa, who is obviously older.)
Arya Stark- Even though she is around nine name-days his younger, Jason couldn't help but admire the free spirit of Arya, she was always so adventurous and free, she reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger, during the years, he would take her on secret hunting trips in the Wolfswood, just the both of them.
Other Information
Do you have another character with us? ---- Nope
How did you find us?----
I was surfing the web to find a GoT RP, I saw you guys and you looked pretty cool, so I decided to check you out, I read the forums and I liked the ideas, so I decided to sign up
RP Style: ----
I'd say you can expect between 2-5 paragraphs from me per post, I have several posts in several RPs, all of them ranging from 200 words to over a thousand, I'm really not consistent xD
RP Sample: ----
Jason told her to nock the arrow, he heard the taught string pulling back as he eyed her target, the deer was a majestic one, long horns gleaming in the pale moonlight and thick brown fur, perfect for a pelt, it was grazing the field when Jason had spotted it, occasionally glancing up to look for predators, but as the saying said: 'It's not what you see that kills you, it's what you don't'. When he and Arya had crawled into the small bush, the deer looked up wide eyed, in panic for a moment, after a while, it went back to peacefully consuming the greenery that surrounded it.
"Alright, take aim" Jason whispered, "Slow your breathing like I told you", he steadied her hands, she took a deep breath and then unleashed the projectile, the arrow slammed itself into the side of the deer, straight between the ribs, she had intended a neck shot, but , luckily, she had still hit a lethal spot, and the chance that the deer would escape were near none. The animal cried in pain as it's lung was punctured, dark red liquid oozing out of the wound. "I did it!" Arya shouted excitedly, rising from the underbrush. "Great shot, horseface." Jason said, a smile playing across his face, seeing that the comment had hurt her, he ruffled her hair and grinned "Come on, I was only jesting" he said.
They both walked up to the bleeding animal together, and as he had done many a time, Jason took his bow from Arya and slung it bow behind his back, then unsheathed his dagger, pulling it from his belt. taking a moment, they both silently thanked the Old Gods for the successful hunt, and without a word, Jason sunk the shining steel into the deer's flesh, quickly ending it's misery. Rising from the corpse, Jason took Arya from the shoulders "If anyone asks, you saw me lugging the deer back to Winterfell, and wanted to help, if your mother finds out I took you hunting, I'm a dead man, and so are you." he warned, "Now come on, let's get this thing back in time for dinner."
NOTE: I realize the relations are not according to the books, but I thought it might be a nice touch, please tell me if you think anything needs changing, thank you.
Read more: winteriscomingrpg.proboards.com/thread/17/joining-application#ixzz2ztrTgH3A