Post by Symon Balor on Aug 21, 2012 19:28:31 GMT -5
Desired Character Symon Balor
Character Gender Male
Character House None
Character Alignment None or whoever pays him the most.
Character Appearance
Character's Goals
None.
Character History thus far
Symon Balor was born in Riverrun, although his family left Westeros when he was only three years old. From there, he went with his father to Braavos. Symon's father had nothing but discontempt for the boy, whom he beat on a regular basis and sent to work from a very young age. It so happened that his father was wronged by one of the richest men in Braavos, a rich man with so many guards that he seemed untouchable to a commoner like Symon's father. Everyone in the city had heard of the Faceless Men, although they also knew their service came at a high price; which Symon's father could not afford to pay as he was nothing but a common trader, an unsuccessful one at that. The Faceless Men agreed to carry out Symon's fathers killing if he gave them his son as payment.
From the day he was traded to the Faceless Men, aged just six, Symon was trained to become one of them. He learned the religion of the Many-Faced, he learned how to kill with a sword, he learned how kill with poisons and he learned how to kill with his bare hands. For ten years the boy stayed in the House of Black and White, nearly always training and never leaving, until he was given his first assassination contract. Symon was payed a sum of money and sent out to kill a man who happened to have a large, unpaid, debt to a lord in Westeros and had decided to hide someone in Essos although when a Faceless Men is sent to assassinate you there is no one in the world you can hide from them. Symon made his first kill when he disceretely poisoned his targets drink whilst he sat in some "off the beaten track" inn.
During his years as a Faceless Man, Symon wore many different faces and killed many different men but began to grow disillusioned with the concept of religion and the God he had forced to worship since childhood, it had not been his decision to join the Faceless Men. Soon after his twenty-seventh name day, Symon was payed as he always was and given the name of a rich lord in Westeros whom he was to kill. Instead of this, Symon adopted a new face, took all of his money and wordly possessions, which consisted of only his clothing, his blades and a few poisons, and left for Westeros with no intention of ever returning to House of the Black and White, Braavos or any of the Free Cities. Although he had forsaken his identity when he became a Faceless Man, he took up the name Symon Balor upon his return to the Seven Kingdoms and became a simple sellsword, although one of high killing prowess. With the money he had, Symon could simply have "retired", lived in luxery and hired a few servants to work for him but he enjoyed the thrill of killing a man too much to give up on doing it.
Symon has been in Westeros for just over a year, he has learned the geography of the land well in the that year and knows his way around the land very well. At first the whole of the Seven Kingdoms had felt foreign to him, although it had been the place of his birth, although he has become accustomed to it and grown to accept it as his "new" home. Symon has fought in many battles since war broke out in Westeros, between a handful of men calling themselves kings, but he has not always fought on the same side. He is truly a man without honour, he fights and he kills for thrills and for fun.
Character Personality
Symon is a simple man.
His loves are -
Women: Obvious reasons. Symon enjoys the company of a good woman almost as much as he enjoys the feel of his blade in his hand. He enjoys talking to the women he beds, he finds that most of them are more intelligent than one would expect and are very good conversationalist when they aren't screaming or moaning.
Wine: It tastes good, on a hot day Symon enjoys nothing more than a drink of cold, delicious wine. He also finds wine useful, in the past he has used it in more than one assassination. Symon likes getting drunk, getting drunk and fighting is fun.
Money: It pays for the women and the wine.
Combat and Killing: Symon enjoys having a sword in his hand more so than he enjoys having a woman in his bed, the taste of wine in his mouth or coins in his purse. He thinks killing people is fun and enjoys the sight of his foes blood when is finished with them. Symon would readily kill an unarmed or unprepared man although he has never so much as struck a woman or a child.
Symon is indifferent towards most other things although he has grown to hate religion and all of the Gods over the years, as not one of them has ever answered a single on his prayers. He thinks people that pray are idiots and nothing could ever change his mind about that.
Family Members or Important People
Symon has family and hates pretty much everyone.
Sample Roleplay
Someone was approaching Symon from behind, he knew. Although the person made hardly any noise, the former Faceless Man was well trained was able to hear the sound of heavy boots crunching upon the dirt behind him. Symons hand went to his sword, he drew it, turned upon the man and pointed the tip of the blade at the chest of a man who was cleary a knight. He wore fine armour and a sword sheathed at his side which would do him no good as Symon did not intend to give him time to draw it.
"Who are you?", the sellsword inquired.
"I am Ser Derek Crane and where you not so craven, you would allow me to draw my sword", the knight spat.
"Crane.. Crane.. Did I kill your brother? Tall man, strong but stupid.."
"His name was Walter", Ser Derek Crane said. He sounded quite angry, Symon did not like the tone in which he being addressed.
"Oh yes, him. I'm interested, how much time did you waste trying to find me, Ser?", Symon said, smiling politely. He enjoyed mocking those he was going to slay.
"It took me seventeen days to find you and it was not a waste of time, allow me to draw my sword and I will avenge my fallen brother by defeating you in fair and noble combat", Ser Derek, who Symon now considered an idiot, said. He was doing his best to sound brave.
"Well, Derek, if I allowed you to draw your sword you would have a chance to kill me. If I give you a chance to kill me then I would be a fool," Symon replied, sounding very happy. He was in a good mood, a mood that had only improved when he was given the opportunity to murder someone who thought his honour could save his life.
"You mean.. you mean to kill an unarmed man", the knight saidm sounding incredulous.
"Am I speaking the common tongue or are you even stupider than I thought you to be?"
"You have no hon--", it was nothing Symon had not heard before. He drove his blade through the Ser Derek Cranes fine chest plate with a single, clean, thrust of his sword. The knight gasped as the cold steel tore through his flesh and bone and pierced his heart. Symon pulled the sword out and allowed the dead body to fall tothe ground as though killing was a casual thing for him which it was. The sellsword placed his blade back in his sheath and carried on down the path he had been walking before he had been so rudely interrupted by the knight.
He had things to do. Symon wanted to find an inn in which he could spend the knight, he wanted to drink some sweet wine and take a whore to bed with him for the knight. He had only taken a few steps when a voice sounded from behind him, a mans voice, with an exasperated sigh Symon turned and faced whoever had interrupted his daydreaming. This sort of thing happened to him a lot.
"You there, I saw you slay this man", another knight sat upon his horse in the middle of the road. Symon was pissed off.
"Well done, you can see. So can a million other people..", Symon hoped the man could hear how annoyed he was.
"You fight without honour, craven, you killed an unarmed man!", the knight shouted from his atop his stallion.
"You have now idea how often I hear that", Symon said, "or how men such as yourself have said it to me, only to die seconds later"
"You will not kill me," the Knight said, climbing his horse and drawing his blade, "I am Ser Al--"
Before the man could even say his name, Symon was upon him. He brought his sword in from the left with all his might, putting everything behind one single blow. The former assassin was much too fast for the knight, his blood slammed into the mans arm, taking it off at the elbow, and continued on into his torso until he had
cut most of the way through the mans body. Symon pulled his sword, the knight fell to his knees and recieved a kick to the chest which put him his back to die. As he was rather annoyed, Symon took the mans horse for good measure. He wouldn't be needing it.
How did you find us?
The guy that roleplayed as Jaime and Bran recommended this site to me.
Character Gender Male
Character House None
Character Alignment None or whoever pays him the most.
Character Appearance
Character's Goals
None.
Character History thus far
Symon Balor was born in Riverrun, although his family left Westeros when he was only three years old. From there, he went with his father to Braavos. Symon's father had nothing but discontempt for the boy, whom he beat on a regular basis and sent to work from a very young age. It so happened that his father was wronged by one of the richest men in Braavos, a rich man with so many guards that he seemed untouchable to a commoner like Symon's father. Everyone in the city had heard of the Faceless Men, although they also knew their service came at a high price; which Symon's father could not afford to pay as he was nothing but a common trader, an unsuccessful one at that. The Faceless Men agreed to carry out Symon's fathers killing if he gave them his son as payment.
From the day he was traded to the Faceless Men, aged just six, Symon was trained to become one of them. He learned the religion of the Many-Faced, he learned how to kill with a sword, he learned how kill with poisons and he learned how to kill with his bare hands. For ten years the boy stayed in the House of Black and White, nearly always training and never leaving, until he was given his first assassination contract. Symon was payed a sum of money and sent out to kill a man who happened to have a large, unpaid, debt to a lord in Westeros and had decided to hide someone in Essos although when a Faceless Men is sent to assassinate you there is no one in the world you can hide from them. Symon made his first kill when he disceretely poisoned his targets drink whilst he sat in some "off the beaten track" inn.
During his years as a Faceless Man, Symon wore many different faces and killed many different men but began to grow disillusioned with the concept of religion and the God he had forced to worship since childhood, it had not been his decision to join the Faceless Men. Soon after his twenty-seventh name day, Symon was payed as he always was and given the name of a rich lord in Westeros whom he was to kill. Instead of this, Symon adopted a new face, took all of his money and wordly possessions, which consisted of only his clothing, his blades and a few poisons, and left for Westeros with no intention of ever returning to House of the Black and White, Braavos or any of the Free Cities. Although he had forsaken his identity when he became a Faceless Man, he took up the name Symon Balor upon his return to the Seven Kingdoms and became a simple sellsword, although one of high killing prowess. With the money he had, Symon could simply have "retired", lived in luxery and hired a few servants to work for him but he enjoyed the thrill of killing a man too much to give up on doing it.
Symon has been in Westeros for just over a year, he has learned the geography of the land well in the that year and knows his way around the land very well. At first the whole of the Seven Kingdoms had felt foreign to him, although it had been the place of his birth, although he has become accustomed to it and grown to accept it as his "new" home. Symon has fought in many battles since war broke out in Westeros, between a handful of men calling themselves kings, but he has not always fought on the same side. He is truly a man without honour, he fights and he kills for thrills and for fun.
Character Personality
Symon is a simple man.
His loves are -
Women: Obvious reasons. Symon enjoys the company of a good woman almost as much as he enjoys the feel of his blade in his hand. He enjoys talking to the women he beds, he finds that most of them are more intelligent than one would expect and are very good conversationalist when they aren't screaming or moaning.
Wine: It tastes good, on a hot day Symon enjoys nothing more than a drink of cold, delicious wine. He also finds wine useful, in the past he has used it in more than one assassination. Symon likes getting drunk, getting drunk and fighting is fun.
Money: It pays for the women and the wine.
Combat and Killing: Symon enjoys having a sword in his hand more so than he enjoys having a woman in his bed, the taste of wine in his mouth or coins in his purse. He thinks killing people is fun and enjoys the sight of his foes blood when is finished with them. Symon would readily kill an unarmed or unprepared man although he has never so much as struck a woman or a child.
Symon is indifferent towards most other things although he has grown to hate religion and all of the Gods over the years, as not one of them has ever answered a single on his prayers. He thinks people that pray are idiots and nothing could ever change his mind about that.
Family Members or Important People
Symon has family and hates pretty much everyone.
Sample Roleplay
Someone was approaching Symon from behind, he knew. Although the person made hardly any noise, the former Faceless Man was well trained was able to hear the sound of heavy boots crunching upon the dirt behind him. Symons hand went to his sword, he drew it, turned upon the man and pointed the tip of the blade at the chest of a man who was cleary a knight. He wore fine armour and a sword sheathed at his side which would do him no good as Symon did not intend to give him time to draw it.
"Who are you?", the sellsword inquired.
"I am Ser Derek Crane and where you not so craven, you would allow me to draw my sword", the knight spat.
"Crane.. Crane.. Did I kill your brother? Tall man, strong but stupid.."
"His name was Walter", Ser Derek Crane said. He sounded quite angry, Symon did not like the tone in which he being addressed.
"Oh yes, him. I'm interested, how much time did you waste trying to find me, Ser?", Symon said, smiling politely. He enjoyed mocking those he was going to slay.
"It took me seventeen days to find you and it was not a waste of time, allow me to draw my sword and I will avenge my fallen brother by defeating you in fair and noble combat", Ser Derek, who Symon now considered an idiot, said. He was doing his best to sound brave.
"Well, Derek, if I allowed you to draw your sword you would have a chance to kill me. If I give you a chance to kill me then I would be a fool," Symon replied, sounding very happy. He was in a good mood, a mood that had only improved when he was given the opportunity to murder someone who thought his honour could save his life.
"You mean.. you mean to kill an unarmed man", the knight saidm sounding incredulous.
"Am I speaking the common tongue or are you even stupider than I thought you to be?"
"You have no hon--", it was nothing Symon had not heard before. He drove his blade through the Ser Derek Cranes fine chest plate with a single, clean, thrust of his sword. The knight gasped as the cold steel tore through his flesh and bone and pierced his heart. Symon pulled the sword out and allowed the dead body to fall tothe ground as though killing was a casual thing for him which it was. The sellsword placed his blade back in his sheath and carried on down the path he had been walking before he had been so rudely interrupted by the knight.
He had things to do. Symon wanted to find an inn in which he could spend the knight, he wanted to drink some sweet wine and take a whore to bed with him for the knight. He had only taken a few steps when a voice sounded from behind him, a mans voice, with an exasperated sigh Symon turned and faced whoever had interrupted his daydreaming. This sort of thing happened to him a lot.
"You there, I saw you slay this man", another knight sat upon his horse in the middle of the road. Symon was pissed off.
"Well done, you can see. So can a million other people..", Symon hoped the man could hear how annoyed he was.
"You fight without honour, craven, you killed an unarmed man!", the knight shouted from his atop his stallion.
"You have now idea how often I hear that", Symon said, "or how men such as yourself have said it to me, only to die seconds later"
"You will not kill me," the Knight said, climbing his horse and drawing his blade, "I am Ser Al--"
Before the man could even say his name, Symon was upon him. He brought his sword in from the left with all his might, putting everything behind one single blow. The former assassin was much too fast for the knight, his blood slammed into the mans arm, taking it off at the elbow, and continued on into his torso until he had
cut most of the way through the mans body. Symon pulled his sword, the knight fell to his knees and recieved a kick to the chest which put him his back to die. As he was rather annoyed, Symon took the mans horse for good measure. He wouldn't be needing it.
How did you find us?
The guy that roleplayed as Jaime and Bran recommended this site to me.
