Post by Nash Lydden on Apr 9, 2013 15:14:06 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: ----Nash Lydden
Gender: ----Male
Character Age: ----35
Character House ----House Lydden of the Deep Den
Alignment: ----House Lydden of the Deep Den, House Lannister of Casterly Rock.
Character Appearance
----Standing at about 6'2" and weighing just above twelve stone, Nash is built tall and long of limb, with a body honed for agility, speed and precision in favour of strength. While slighter in bulk than other knights, decades of swordsmanship have shaped his muscles to be effective and endurant. He carries himself with cold, calculating confidence, his tread nimble and stealthy, favouring reserved gestures and rarely making his deep voice heard without a sturdy reason. Instead, his features and posture may oftentimes speak tomes.
Nash's face is rather oblong and marked by a pronounced and lengthy nose. His eyes, larger than average and blue in colour, maintain a searing gaze that, coupled with the remainder of his appearance, can make for a rather unnerving presence overall. He keeps his chestnut-brown hair just beyond shoulder-length and shaves his face clean each week, but the outlines of his beard and mustache are always visible. While he will crack a smile rather rarely, his expressions otherwise run the gamut of human emotion and, even if he can mask his feelings to a certain extent, a good observer may easily understand exactly what he thinks of them.
Being the heir of a noble house that is not without some wealth, Nash can afford quality clothing and good armour, but he foregoes the oft-flamboyant ornamentation chosen by many of his peers in favour of solid protection and the sort of colours that rarely catch the eye. Unless naked due to some reason or another, he always dons a shirt of mail and his finely-sharpened dagger never leaves his side.
Character's Goals: ----
- To get to a point in which he can pursue his studies and travels in peace;
- To bring his family name out of the shadow of the Lannisters;
- To see the lands beyond the Wall.
Character History: ----(Note: Should anyone wish to play another Lydden, I am going to make this and the family section below as open as possible for siblings and other relatives. If you're interested, shoot me a PM and we can think things out.)
A warlike man's heir is expected to achieve certain things and Lord Lewys' first-born was no exception: in spite of his mother's objections, who saw all too well that their son wanted to become a learned man more than he fancied becoming a knight, Nash was given to his House's master-at-arms for training from an early age and he was, in no way, disappointing - but he took every opportunity to question his parents and their maester about a myriad of things until he was finally able to learn how to read and he began tackling various tomes with more gusto than he'd ever shown while striking a straw dummy or drilling the various moves a swordsman needs to know. Even if it hurt his pride, his father sent for more books when their maester's library stopped being a mystery to his heir, but he still did everything he could to get his eldest son out of the library and on the training grounds.
His wish would come to be fulfilled when Nash couldn't stop admiring a Lyseni sellsword who fought with sword and dagger at a melee in Lannisport; Lord Lewys took the man to his keep and made him Nash's instructor, in spite of the fact that he had to abstain from throwing the man out after hearing some rather salty words from his heir; Nash, however, was fascinated with the more subtle and precise methods of the foreigner and began showing a genuine interest toward warcraft and combat, "as all young men ought to", according to his father, and his staunch determination made him persevere and acquire a fair amount of skill with a blade, along with his instructor's love for woodcraft, but he still resisted any attempt toward becoming a squire and earning his knighthood with a true Lydden's stubbornness.
One day, however, when Nash was out in the nearby forest, looking for an adequate piece of wood for his next masterpiece, he strayed much further than usual and came across a carriage assaulted by brigands. As an old man emerged from inside with steel drawn, he fell upon one of the assailants and slit his throat, just as he'd been taught, and stood his ground by the old man's side, with his dagger and a sword he'd taken from one of their opponents, until the gallow-birds retreated. His new acquaintance, a Foote going by the name of Tranter, showed his gratitude by knighting Nash on the spot - and so it was that he went to the nearby sept to take his vows and returned home as a freshly-anointed knight, much to his parents' joy.
Young Ser Nash Lydden was hardly impressed by his new status, however, preferring to take a handful of able-bodied men and hunt down the brigands that plagued his family's lands rather than chasing day-long glory in tournaments. He did begin to take his duties more seriously when, after his father took ill, he was forced to command his retinue during the Greyjoy rebellion and acquitted himself more than honorably of said task after managing to inspire his rather disheartened men with a well-said, albeit foul discourse followed by an insane charge that he lead. With victory in hand, King Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, took notice of him and invited him to court, where Nash finally decided to enter a tournament and emerged champion of the melee. After drinking and wenching away several gold dragons, the Lydden heir pursued several of the merchants who fueled him with a steady supply of things to read and invested the sum he had left after sending the lion's share to his father, who used it to expand their holdings, into a number of trade agreements that turned out to be profitable. While still sending most of his earnings home, so their estate could expand even more, Nash started carving a name out for himself and, as the years went by, his exploits grew to become less of a subject for gossip and more common for the nobles and traders living in King's Landing.
Character Personality: ----A careful observer with an inquisitive mind, Nash would, probably, have been eager to embrace the life of a maester if not for the fact that it usually binds men to a single place. He is, nevertheless, quite content to absorb knowledge and discover the inner workings of the world from the position of a layman; that offers him enough time to involve himself in the life that is, to a certain extent, demanded of him. Nash is neither a leader nor a follower, although he has already needed to fulfill both purposes during various moments in his life - at his core, he is a man who appreciates his solitude and has the best results when allowed to work in his own way. He has little in the way of love for the ideals that seem to define a true knight and he might appreciate killing a wee smidgen too much, but none may fault him for his behaviour - if, of course, his manner of speaking is not taken into account.
Thus, while Nash may very well be able to entertain conversations on nearly any subject, his uncanny penchant toward peppering his discourse with the kind of blasphemies and obscenities that have made some Myrish sailors stare agape has built him a certain reputation throughout the years. The friends he does have, few as they may be, usually turn a blind eye to that or silently approve of certain things they themselves feel unable to say in any company. Beyond that, however, the people worthy of his trust have no trouble describing him as a loyal and empathetic man who will pursue a cause he deems just with the same dogged intensity that describes his pursuit for knowledge and his fighting style. He is smart enough to keep from insulting certain people, but, beyond that, no object, being or god is safe from the onslaught he brings forth, especially after a few drinks. That is not to say that he is a drunk, but he does appreciate a stout drink and his tongue loosens vigorously after enjoying a few mugs of ale or a skin of wine.
Beyond his studies and warfare, Nash appreciates the gentle art of woodcarving and has been known to use his dagger to create solid likenesses of people, items and animals whenever time permits him. He keeps none of them, preferring to gift them to women and children of any birth, as long as they appreciate his work. That aside, he is a trader of some skill, having been known to increase his family's wealth with the help of various foreign travelling merchants who bring all sorts of attractive goods to Westeros, and his love for solitude is only matched by his wanderlust. Nash appreciates travelling and exploring more than he does killing and wenching and he has been known to offer as good a price for some foreign keepsakes as he does for musty tomes on the most arcane and novel subjects known in the world.
One has to say that Ser Nash Lydden is uncaring, painfully sharp of tongue and a very bad man to anger, but that would only cover a few of his defects. In a world where respect is often gained through blood, he is painfully lacking; while perfectly willing and able to give praise and appear amiable and subservient before those who are able to make things rather painful for him, his eyes sing a different tune and only those unaware or self-absorbed enough to give it much thought can be truly fooled. Aside from that, he tends to look down upon the ignorant and those who cannot match him in combat and he trusts as easily as a eunuch's prick can get hard, in his own words.
Family Members or Important People: ----
- Lord Lewys Lydden (father, Lord of Deep Den)
- Lady Tavia Lydden (mother)
Other Information
Do you have another character with us? Stannis Baratheon
How did you find us? RPG Directory
RP Style: ----Novella
RP Sample: ----"Not a single aurochs-shat copper more," he concluded, rubbing the moistened bristles on his chin with a coarse sawing sound. It was a game that Nash and the Myrish played each time they met to negotiate a new agreement in some seedy tavern and the old Free City dweller knew better than to aggravate one of his better customers when the entire room could see the foul mood he was in. Erstwhile, apparently unaware of the dozens of eyes that were observing him, the knight busied himself with a piece of rather yielding wood in which he had insisted on carving the likeness of the merchant, grossly exaggerating the size of the man's ears.
"You're going to ruin me!" The objection was also part of the game; they both knew that a steady profit would be turned by all, if everything went as well as it usually did, so it was no surprise to see the Westerner ignoring the statement - that is, unless one stopped to take into account the raised eyebrow and the fleeting expression of dismissal that had adorned the man's face as he reached for his mug of ale, emptying it in a hearty swig before he whistled for another one and got back to his carving. He acknowledged his fresh drink with a curt nod and began using the point of his dagger to underline just how bushy the trader's eyebrows were, as he took a deep breath and released it with a sigh that echoed through the creaky bench he'd been sitting on.
When an agreement was finally reached, the two got to their feet to shake hands and Nash demanded another round for everyone in the tavern, as was his way; indeed, he was pleased, but he still hadn't obtained a tome he'd been looking forward to for the better part of a month and not even the exaggerated portrait the merchant had promised he'd show his entire family when he returned home could quell his dissatisfaction. Eventually, as the patrons around them grew noisier and noisier, the Myrish excused himself, returning to his ship and not daring to throw the carving away before he made certain that the Lydden heir wasn't looking at him, no less. Our hero, in the meantime, cleaned his dagger on his sleeve, downed his ale and left to relieve his bladder outside the tavern.
A series of telltale grunts and screams that greeted Nash outside made him sigh inwardly and rush what would have been, doubtlessly, a bout of blissful pissing. "Father, bugger me with the Smith's smelly hammer..." he muttered, drawing his dagger and entering the alley where he'd decided the noises were coming from. He'd been right; some lackwit had caught a girl and was too busy having his way with her to even imagine that the muffled thuds that got closer and closer to him meant that his days as a raper were over. In the meantime, Nash plunged his dagger to the hilt into the man's kidneys, smiling satisfiedly at the tortured shriek he'd caused before slitting the man's throat from ear to ear and wiping his blade quite unceremoniously on whatever unsoiled part was left of the dying man's shirt. With that, he went back inside the tavern; the night was still young and the boys had just started singing one of his favourites.
Character Name: ----Nash Lydden
Gender: ----Male
Character Age: ----35
Character House ----House Lydden of the Deep Den
Alignment: ----House Lydden of the Deep Den, House Lannister of Casterly Rock.
Character Appearance
----Standing at about 6'2" and weighing just above twelve stone, Nash is built tall and long of limb, with a body honed for agility, speed and precision in favour of strength. While slighter in bulk than other knights, decades of swordsmanship have shaped his muscles to be effective and endurant. He carries himself with cold, calculating confidence, his tread nimble and stealthy, favouring reserved gestures and rarely making his deep voice heard without a sturdy reason. Instead, his features and posture may oftentimes speak tomes.
Nash's face is rather oblong and marked by a pronounced and lengthy nose. His eyes, larger than average and blue in colour, maintain a searing gaze that, coupled with the remainder of his appearance, can make for a rather unnerving presence overall. He keeps his chestnut-brown hair just beyond shoulder-length and shaves his face clean each week, but the outlines of his beard and mustache are always visible. While he will crack a smile rather rarely, his expressions otherwise run the gamut of human emotion and, even if he can mask his feelings to a certain extent, a good observer may easily understand exactly what he thinks of them.
Being the heir of a noble house that is not without some wealth, Nash can afford quality clothing and good armour, but he foregoes the oft-flamboyant ornamentation chosen by many of his peers in favour of solid protection and the sort of colours that rarely catch the eye. Unless naked due to some reason or another, he always dons a shirt of mail and his finely-sharpened dagger never leaves his side.
Character's Goals: ----
- To get to a point in which he can pursue his studies and travels in peace;
- To bring his family name out of the shadow of the Lannisters;
- To see the lands beyond the Wall.
Character History: ----(Note: Should anyone wish to play another Lydden, I am going to make this and the family section below as open as possible for siblings and other relatives. If you're interested, shoot me a PM and we can think things out.)
A warlike man's heir is expected to achieve certain things and Lord Lewys' first-born was no exception: in spite of his mother's objections, who saw all too well that their son wanted to become a learned man more than he fancied becoming a knight, Nash was given to his House's master-at-arms for training from an early age and he was, in no way, disappointing - but he took every opportunity to question his parents and their maester about a myriad of things until he was finally able to learn how to read and he began tackling various tomes with more gusto than he'd ever shown while striking a straw dummy or drilling the various moves a swordsman needs to know. Even if it hurt his pride, his father sent for more books when their maester's library stopped being a mystery to his heir, but he still did everything he could to get his eldest son out of the library and on the training grounds.
His wish would come to be fulfilled when Nash couldn't stop admiring a Lyseni sellsword who fought with sword and dagger at a melee in Lannisport; Lord Lewys took the man to his keep and made him Nash's instructor, in spite of the fact that he had to abstain from throwing the man out after hearing some rather salty words from his heir; Nash, however, was fascinated with the more subtle and precise methods of the foreigner and began showing a genuine interest toward warcraft and combat, "as all young men ought to", according to his father, and his staunch determination made him persevere and acquire a fair amount of skill with a blade, along with his instructor's love for woodcraft, but he still resisted any attempt toward becoming a squire and earning his knighthood with a true Lydden's stubbornness.
One day, however, when Nash was out in the nearby forest, looking for an adequate piece of wood for his next masterpiece, he strayed much further than usual and came across a carriage assaulted by brigands. As an old man emerged from inside with steel drawn, he fell upon one of the assailants and slit his throat, just as he'd been taught, and stood his ground by the old man's side, with his dagger and a sword he'd taken from one of their opponents, until the gallow-birds retreated. His new acquaintance, a Foote going by the name of Tranter, showed his gratitude by knighting Nash on the spot - and so it was that he went to the nearby sept to take his vows and returned home as a freshly-anointed knight, much to his parents' joy.
Young Ser Nash Lydden was hardly impressed by his new status, however, preferring to take a handful of able-bodied men and hunt down the brigands that plagued his family's lands rather than chasing day-long glory in tournaments. He did begin to take his duties more seriously when, after his father took ill, he was forced to command his retinue during the Greyjoy rebellion and acquitted himself more than honorably of said task after managing to inspire his rather disheartened men with a well-said, albeit foul discourse followed by an insane charge that he lead. With victory in hand, King Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, took notice of him and invited him to court, where Nash finally decided to enter a tournament and emerged champion of the melee. After drinking and wenching away several gold dragons, the Lydden heir pursued several of the merchants who fueled him with a steady supply of things to read and invested the sum he had left after sending the lion's share to his father, who used it to expand their holdings, into a number of trade agreements that turned out to be profitable. While still sending most of his earnings home, so their estate could expand even more, Nash started carving a name out for himself and, as the years went by, his exploits grew to become less of a subject for gossip and more common for the nobles and traders living in King's Landing.
Character Personality: ----A careful observer with an inquisitive mind, Nash would, probably, have been eager to embrace the life of a maester if not for the fact that it usually binds men to a single place. He is, nevertheless, quite content to absorb knowledge and discover the inner workings of the world from the position of a layman; that offers him enough time to involve himself in the life that is, to a certain extent, demanded of him. Nash is neither a leader nor a follower, although he has already needed to fulfill both purposes during various moments in his life - at his core, he is a man who appreciates his solitude and has the best results when allowed to work in his own way. He has little in the way of love for the ideals that seem to define a true knight and he might appreciate killing a wee smidgen too much, but none may fault him for his behaviour - if, of course, his manner of speaking is not taken into account.
Thus, while Nash may very well be able to entertain conversations on nearly any subject, his uncanny penchant toward peppering his discourse with the kind of blasphemies and obscenities that have made some Myrish sailors stare agape has built him a certain reputation throughout the years. The friends he does have, few as they may be, usually turn a blind eye to that or silently approve of certain things they themselves feel unable to say in any company. Beyond that, however, the people worthy of his trust have no trouble describing him as a loyal and empathetic man who will pursue a cause he deems just with the same dogged intensity that describes his pursuit for knowledge and his fighting style. He is smart enough to keep from insulting certain people, but, beyond that, no object, being or god is safe from the onslaught he brings forth, especially after a few drinks. That is not to say that he is a drunk, but he does appreciate a stout drink and his tongue loosens vigorously after enjoying a few mugs of ale or a skin of wine.
Beyond his studies and warfare, Nash appreciates the gentle art of woodcarving and has been known to use his dagger to create solid likenesses of people, items and animals whenever time permits him. He keeps none of them, preferring to gift them to women and children of any birth, as long as they appreciate his work. That aside, he is a trader of some skill, having been known to increase his family's wealth with the help of various foreign travelling merchants who bring all sorts of attractive goods to Westeros, and his love for solitude is only matched by his wanderlust. Nash appreciates travelling and exploring more than he does killing and wenching and he has been known to offer as good a price for some foreign keepsakes as he does for musty tomes on the most arcane and novel subjects known in the world.
One has to say that Ser Nash Lydden is uncaring, painfully sharp of tongue and a very bad man to anger, but that would only cover a few of his defects. In a world where respect is often gained through blood, he is painfully lacking; while perfectly willing and able to give praise and appear amiable and subservient before those who are able to make things rather painful for him, his eyes sing a different tune and only those unaware or self-absorbed enough to give it much thought can be truly fooled. Aside from that, he tends to look down upon the ignorant and those who cannot match him in combat and he trusts as easily as a eunuch's prick can get hard, in his own words.
Family Members or Important People: ----
- Lord Lewys Lydden (father, Lord of Deep Den)
- Lady Tavia Lydden (mother)
Other Information
Do you have another character with us? Stannis Baratheon
How did you find us? RPG Directory
RP Style: ----Novella
RP Sample: ----"Not a single aurochs-shat copper more," he concluded, rubbing the moistened bristles on his chin with a coarse sawing sound. It was a game that Nash and the Myrish played each time they met to negotiate a new agreement in some seedy tavern and the old Free City dweller knew better than to aggravate one of his better customers when the entire room could see the foul mood he was in. Erstwhile, apparently unaware of the dozens of eyes that were observing him, the knight busied himself with a piece of rather yielding wood in which he had insisted on carving the likeness of the merchant, grossly exaggerating the size of the man's ears.
"You're going to ruin me!" The objection was also part of the game; they both knew that a steady profit would be turned by all, if everything went as well as it usually did, so it was no surprise to see the Westerner ignoring the statement - that is, unless one stopped to take into account the raised eyebrow and the fleeting expression of dismissal that had adorned the man's face as he reached for his mug of ale, emptying it in a hearty swig before he whistled for another one and got back to his carving. He acknowledged his fresh drink with a curt nod and began using the point of his dagger to underline just how bushy the trader's eyebrows were, as he took a deep breath and released it with a sigh that echoed through the creaky bench he'd been sitting on.
When an agreement was finally reached, the two got to their feet to shake hands and Nash demanded another round for everyone in the tavern, as was his way; indeed, he was pleased, but he still hadn't obtained a tome he'd been looking forward to for the better part of a month and not even the exaggerated portrait the merchant had promised he'd show his entire family when he returned home could quell his dissatisfaction. Eventually, as the patrons around them grew noisier and noisier, the Myrish excused himself, returning to his ship and not daring to throw the carving away before he made certain that the Lydden heir wasn't looking at him, no less. Our hero, in the meantime, cleaned his dagger on his sleeve, downed his ale and left to relieve his bladder outside the tavern.
A series of telltale grunts and screams that greeted Nash outside made him sigh inwardly and rush what would have been, doubtlessly, a bout of blissful pissing. "Father, bugger me with the Smith's smelly hammer..." he muttered, drawing his dagger and entering the alley where he'd decided the noises were coming from. He'd been right; some lackwit had caught a girl and was too busy having his way with her to even imagine that the muffled thuds that got closer and closer to him meant that his days as a raper were over. In the meantime, Nash plunged his dagger to the hilt into the man's kidneys, smiling satisfiedly at the tortured shriek he'd caused before slitting the man's throat from ear to ear and wiping his blade quite unceremoniously on whatever unsoiled part was left of the dying man's shirt. With that, he went back inside the tavern; the night was still young and the boys had just started singing one of his favourites.
