Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on May 30, 2016 19:41:13 GMT
Name: Ser Willem Rivers
Age: 21 (B. 179)
Relation to Lord: Cousin
Religion: The Seven
Skills:
Fighting:
One Handed Swords: 97
Shield: 30
Leather: 10
Chain: 40
Plate: 40
Leadership:
Social:
Charm: 21
Persuasion: 6
Seduction: 27
Intrigue:
Observation: 80
Stealth: 40
Physical:
Agility: 40
Horsemanship: 67
Strength: 51
Swimming: 25
Knowledge:
Blacksmithing: 25
Art:
Languages:
Changes:
+2 to observation (75 to 77): Observation roll in Wailing Tower granary
+1 to Horsemanship (65-66): Horsemanship roll for ride from Clay pits to Main Gate
+1 to Strength (50-51): Strength roll to break door at Armistead's Crossing
+5 to Persuasion (0-5): Selecting Edmure in Dead Pool
+1 to One handed Swords (85-86): One handed Swords roll in siege of the unlucky crab
+1 to Observation (77-78): Goodbrook's arrival observation of Saesha and peasants
+1 to Horsemanship (66-67): Northern Road Horsemanship roll
+1 to Persuasion (5-6): Failed Persuasion roll in Byrch hall
+2 to One handed Swords (86-88): Fight with Hal at unlucky crab
+1 to Observation (78-79): Observation roll in Byrch Hall
+20 to Charm (0-20): Christmas Gift Selection
+1 to Charm (20-21): Hall of a Hundred Hearths Charm roll on Arya and Visenya Frey
+2 to Seduction (25-27): Visenya Frey on Ramparts
+1 to Observation (79-80): Visenya Frey on Ramparts
+2 to One handed Swords (88-90): One handed Swords vs Hoster in Melee
+2 to One handed Swords (90-92): One handed Swords roll against Dacey in the melee
+1 to One handed Swords (92-93): One handed Swords roll against Ser Ned Bracken in melee
+4 to One handed Swords (93-97): Melee Final
Character Background:
Willem Rivers was the result of a liaison between Hoster Blackfort and a Lord Harroway’s Town whore. The girl didn’t take her moon tea, thinking she could earn some coin on the side by keeping the noble’s secret safe. Her plan turned out to be a poor one, as shortly after she contacted Hoster saying the child was his, she was found in a dark alley of Lord Harroway’s Town with her throat cut.
Willem was brought up by her fellow whores, not out of their love for their former co-worker, but because it gave them something to pass the time with. When they weren’t working they would take turns filling the boy’s head with stories of how his father was a powerful noble, and how he would one day come for Willem to take him away to teach him to be a knight. They pointed his father out when he would return to the brothel (which was often), and while the man didn’t look like much of a noble to Willem, he was too young to argue and accepted the word of his elders. His presence was tolerated by the madame provided he stayed the hell out of the way and helped clean up messes. Every time Hoster came in, Willem would watch him from the corners of the room, hoping that it would be the day that his father finally came to take him away from the brothel and commenced his training as a knight, but that day never came. By the time Willem was eight, he had given up on the dream of being made a knight by his father. What he wanted he would have to earn himself, he realized, and he no longer watched Hoster with hopeful eyes as he made his daily rounds. His father had abandoned him.
Willem fled the brothel when he was eleven, stealing some food and coin. He made sure of his escape by sneaking into a small stable on the outskirts of the town, and stealing an old plough horse. While he felt some guilt over ruining the livelihood of some poor bastard, he had a sense that he was destined for greater things than being an unpaid worker at an ill esteemed brothel. He sold the horse for less than half of its meagre value (having no idea of the worth of anything that wasn’t a woman) to the smallfolk of High Heart, and travelled on foot with what little coin remained from what he had taken to Acorn Hall. There, he found work with the Blacksmith, agreeing to work for nothing more than a corner of the smithy to sleep in and two meagre meals a day. There Willem worked for four years, putting on muscle and learning which end of a sword was which. As he became more useful, the Smith threw in a bit of coin for his troubles as well, but Willem was under no illusion that the man was making good money for himself off of his labour. Shortly after his fifteenth nameday, while delivering some repaired weaponry to Acorn Hall’s guardsmen, Willem inquired into whether there were openings amongst Acorn Hall’s guardsmen. A strong fifteen year old who knew which end of a sword was which was nothing to be scoffed at, and Willem was pleased to be offered a position on the battlements of Acorn Hall. There he served, watching the smallfolk at work in the fields, and occasionally venturing out of the keep with his peers to track down a group of bandits. While the majority of the other guards would spend their wages on drink, dice, or women, Willem resolute in spending only necessities and saving the rest. He had learned to live off of little in his youth, and he felt that if he wished to rise in the world, he would need to keep his coin for things of worth.
The usurper’s war began when Willem had 17 winters to his name, and he spent the first year of the war marching under Lord Smallwood’s banner, fighting in little more than minor skirmishes. Like his more famous relatives, it would not be until Redgrass field that Willem made a name for himself. Fighting on the other side of the field from where Belric made his name, good fortune kept Willem by Lord Smallwood’s side when his Lord was unhorsed. Without thought, Willem threw himself between his lord and his foe, shielding his lord from the attacking knight’s blows with his shield until another man at arms was able to fell the attacker from behind. Willem then dragged his wounded lord from the thick of the fighting, leaving him only once he had found a maester to care for him. Willem’s action turned out to be to his advantage, for it inadvertently kept him from the thick of the fighting as the battle turned against the loyalists. Lord Smallwood, Willem, and the few other Acorn Hall men who had the good sense to flee the field early as the fight turned against the loyalists were able to commandeer some horses from the supply train and join with Lord Tully in riding for Riverrun. Lord Smallwood, lacking the means to repay Willem for his action any other way made him a knight in the courtyard of Riverrun before the loyalist forces gathered there. Willem took as his coat of arms a river running through a red base.
For the next three years, Willem starved at Riverrun with the rest of the loyalists. He was shunned by most of the other knights as a baseborn bastard, and was not one for dice of the bottle, which precluded him from bonding with the majority of the smallfolk fighting in Lord Tully’s name. Willem spent his time alone, training until he could no longer continue, determined to become so skilled with a blade that he could not be ignored by his social betters.
When the war ended, Willem decided to seek out employment in the service of his relatives, the new Lords of Harrenhal, hoping that the opportunities for advancement would be greater with the victors, and guessing from the size of Harrenhal that capable men would be turned away.
Physical Description:
Willem inherited his father’s dark hair and brown eyes, but the resemblance ends there. He has his mother’s thinner face, and his bulk is comprised entirely of muscle. He is of slightly above average build, perhaps a result of his Blackfort lineage, standing at 5’10. He managed to get through the war without acquiring any lasting scars, likely a result of being stuck inside the walls of Riverrun for three years.
Reputation:
Prior to his victory in the melee at the regional tournament held at Harrenhal in 200 AC, Willem was little known. Lord Smallwood and those in his service held him in good esteem for his service during the war, although this relationship may have been altered by Willem's role in the death of a knight sworn to Lord Piper at Armistead's Crossing in early 200 AC. Willem was also known to Lord Tully and his knights, but not held in high esteem due to bastard background. This changed with Willem's victory in the melee contest, and now he can at the very least generally be distinguished from Willis, which marks a significant increase in his stature.
Boon:
I Had A Lot of...Sisters?-Being raised by whores and therefore comfortable around women, start one disposition level higher with female NPCs and get +10 to social rolls against them.
Curse:
Backed the Wrong Dragon-Your service to the Targaryens has made you some powerful enemies
Bloodline Trait: None
Age: 21 (B. 179)
Relation to Lord: Cousin
Religion: The Seven
Skills:
Fighting:
One Handed Swords: 97
Shield: 30
Leather: 10
Chain: 40
Plate: 40
Leadership:
Social:
Charm: 21
Persuasion: 6
Seduction: 27
Intrigue:
Observation: 80
Stealth: 40
Physical:
Agility: 40
Horsemanship: 67
Strength: 51
Swimming: 25
Knowledge:
Blacksmithing: 25
Art:
Languages:
Changes:
+2 to observation (75 to 77): Observation roll in Wailing Tower granary
+1 to Horsemanship (65-66): Horsemanship roll for ride from Clay pits to Main Gate
+1 to Strength (50-51): Strength roll to break door at Armistead's Crossing
+5 to Persuasion (0-5): Selecting Edmure in Dead Pool
+1 to One handed Swords (85-86): One handed Swords roll in siege of the unlucky crab
+1 to Observation (77-78): Goodbrook's arrival observation of Saesha and peasants
+1 to Horsemanship (66-67): Northern Road Horsemanship roll
+1 to Persuasion (5-6): Failed Persuasion roll in Byrch hall
+2 to One handed Swords (86-88): Fight with Hal at unlucky crab
+1 to Observation (78-79): Observation roll in Byrch Hall
+20 to Charm (0-20): Christmas Gift Selection
+1 to Charm (20-21): Hall of a Hundred Hearths Charm roll on Arya and Visenya Frey
+2 to Seduction (25-27): Visenya Frey on Ramparts
+1 to Observation (79-80): Visenya Frey on Ramparts
+2 to One handed Swords (88-90): One handed Swords vs Hoster in Melee
+2 to One handed Swords (90-92): One handed Swords roll against Dacey in the melee
+1 to One handed Swords (92-93): One handed Swords roll against Ser Ned Bracken in melee
+4 to One handed Swords (93-97): Melee Final
Character Background:
Willem Rivers was the result of a liaison between Hoster Blackfort and a Lord Harroway’s Town whore. The girl didn’t take her moon tea, thinking she could earn some coin on the side by keeping the noble’s secret safe. Her plan turned out to be a poor one, as shortly after she contacted Hoster saying the child was his, she was found in a dark alley of Lord Harroway’s Town with her throat cut.
Willem was brought up by her fellow whores, not out of their love for their former co-worker, but because it gave them something to pass the time with. When they weren’t working they would take turns filling the boy’s head with stories of how his father was a powerful noble, and how he would one day come for Willem to take him away to teach him to be a knight. They pointed his father out when he would return to the brothel (which was often), and while the man didn’t look like much of a noble to Willem, he was too young to argue and accepted the word of his elders. His presence was tolerated by the madame provided he stayed the hell out of the way and helped clean up messes. Every time Hoster came in, Willem would watch him from the corners of the room, hoping that it would be the day that his father finally came to take him away from the brothel and commenced his training as a knight, but that day never came. By the time Willem was eight, he had given up on the dream of being made a knight by his father. What he wanted he would have to earn himself, he realized, and he no longer watched Hoster with hopeful eyes as he made his daily rounds. His father had abandoned him.
Willem fled the brothel when he was eleven, stealing some food and coin. He made sure of his escape by sneaking into a small stable on the outskirts of the town, and stealing an old plough horse. While he felt some guilt over ruining the livelihood of some poor bastard, he had a sense that he was destined for greater things than being an unpaid worker at an ill esteemed brothel. He sold the horse for less than half of its meagre value (having no idea of the worth of anything that wasn’t a woman) to the smallfolk of High Heart, and travelled on foot with what little coin remained from what he had taken to Acorn Hall. There, he found work with the Blacksmith, agreeing to work for nothing more than a corner of the smithy to sleep in and two meagre meals a day. There Willem worked for four years, putting on muscle and learning which end of a sword was which. As he became more useful, the Smith threw in a bit of coin for his troubles as well, but Willem was under no illusion that the man was making good money for himself off of his labour. Shortly after his fifteenth nameday, while delivering some repaired weaponry to Acorn Hall’s guardsmen, Willem inquired into whether there were openings amongst Acorn Hall’s guardsmen. A strong fifteen year old who knew which end of a sword was which was nothing to be scoffed at, and Willem was pleased to be offered a position on the battlements of Acorn Hall. There he served, watching the smallfolk at work in the fields, and occasionally venturing out of the keep with his peers to track down a group of bandits. While the majority of the other guards would spend their wages on drink, dice, or women, Willem resolute in spending only necessities and saving the rest. He had learned to live off of little in his youth, and he felt that if he wished to rise in the world, he would need to keep his coin for things of worth.
The usurper’s war began when Willem had 17 winters to his name, and he spent the first year of the war marching under Lord Smallwood’s banner, fighting in little more than minor skirmishes. Like his more famous relatives, it would not be until Redgrass field that Willem made a name for himself. Fighting on the other side of the field from where Belric made his name, good fortune kept Willem by Lord Smallwood’s side when his Lord was unhorsed. Without thought, Willem threw himself between his lord and his foe, shielding his lord from the attacking knight’s blows with his shield until another man at arms was able to fell the attacker from behind. Willem then dragged his wounded lord from the thick of the fighting, leaving him only once he had found a maester to care for him. Willem’s action turned out to be to his advantage, for it inadvertently kept him from the thick of the fighting as the battle turned against the loyalists. Lord Smallwood, Willem, and the few other Acorn Hall men who had the good sense to flee the field early as the fight turned against the loyalists were able to commandeer some horses from the supply train and join with Lord Tully in riding for Riverrun. Lord Smallwood, lacking the means to repay Willem for his action any other way made him a knight in the courtyard of Riverrun before the loyalist forces gathered there. Willem took as his coat of arms a river running through a red base.
For the next three years, Willem starved at Riverrun with the rest of the loyalists. He was shunned by most of the other knights as a baseborn bastard, and was not one for dice of the bottle, which precluded him from bonding with the majority of the smallfolk fighting in Lord Tully’s name. Willem spent his time alone, training until he could no longer continue, determined to become so skilled with a blade that he could not be ignored by his social betters.
When the war ended, Willem decided to seek out employment in the service of his relatives, the new Lords of Harrenhal, hoping that the opportunities for advancement would be greater with the victors, and guessing from the size of Harrenhal that capable men would be turned away.
Physical Description:
Willem inherited his father’s dark hair and brown eyes, but the resemblance ends there. He has his mother’s thinner face, and his bulk is comprised entirely of muscle. He is of slightly above average build, perhaps a result of his Blackfort lineage, standing at 5’10. He managed to get through the war without acquiring any lasting scars, likely a result of being stuck inside the walls of Riverrun for three years.
Reputation:
Prior to his victory in the melee at the regional tournament held at Harrenhal in 200 AC, Willem was little known. Lord Smallwood and those in his service held him in good esteem for his service during the war, although this relationship may have been altered by Willem's role in the death of a knight sworn to Lord Piper at Armistead's Crossing in early 200 AC. Willem was also known to Lord Tully and his knights, but not held in high esteem due to bastard background. This changed with Willem's victory in the melee contest, and now he can at the very least generally be distinguished from Willis, which marks a significant increase in his stature.
Boon:
I Had A Lot of...Sisters?-Being raised by whores and therefore comfortable around women, start one disposition level higher with female NPCs and get +10 to social rolls against them.
Curse:
Backed the Wrong Dragon-Your service to the Targaryens has made you some powerful enemies
Bloodline Trait: None
