Team 1 Introduction and characters

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Team 1 is composed of the beautiful Lady _____ Redwyne and her knights and retinue as she prepares on a voyage to Casterly Rock for a tourney of surpassing opulence, where she also seeks the hand of the greatest knight in the Goldlands as her own.

Team 1 PC ideas:

One knight/guard required (minimum)
May play other noble ladies, guards, sailors, etc. Team 1 is authorized 500 points for character creation, with a maximum of 80 in one skill and nothing else above 70.

[Leona Redwyne]

Character's Name: Lady Leona Redwyne
Character's Age: 18




Character's Skills:


Fighting
-Weapons
--Ranged
---Bows 60
--Small Blades 58
--Unarmed 35

Political:
-Persuasion
--Charm 52
--10 Seduction


Spy craft:
--Stealth 30
--Observation 51

Physical abilities:
--Agility 45
--Horsemanship 50
--Swimming 20

Miscellaneous
-Art
--Dancing 30

-Medical Knowledge 42
-Survival 35
-Sailing 50


Personality:

Leona is an outdoorsy, willful girl who loves to spend her time in the saddle or practicing her archery. She had small patience with activities such as needlework but is fond of music, though not personally gifted in that area. She dreams of marrying the perfect man and spending her days riding, hunting and shooting together, and teaching her children to do the same. She is conscious of her dignity among servants, guards and smallfolk, but willing to be friendly insofar as their differing stations allow. She also enjoys sailing.



History:

Leona's history is not particularly interesting. She spent her childhood at the Arbor, learning how to be a lady. A woman grown, now she sees marriage.



Team 1 is authorized 500 points for character creation, with a maximum of 80 in one skill and nothing else above 70.

[Lyonel]

Character's Name: Lyonel Redwyne
Character's Age: 56



Character's Skills:

Fighting
-Weapons
--One Handed
---Swords (70)
--Small Blades (30 + 40)

Political:
-Persuasion
--Charm (70)
--Diplomacy (80)

Spy craft:
--Forgery (60)
--Observation (70)
--Sleight of Hand (50)

-Economic
--Finance (70)

Miscellaneous
-Art
--Singing (20)
-Languages
--Valyrian
--Free Cities
---Braavosian (40)


Character's Background: [WIP]

The Lady's somewhat distant cousin, responsible for overseeing her welfare and the accomplishment of her "quest".

[smith]

Character's Name: Ser Aidan "Fitch" Cuy
Character's Age: 24 


Character Skills

-Weapons

--One Handed: 180
---Axes
: 80
---Maces
: 60
---Swords
: 60
---Spears: 60
-Armor

--Leather (free)

--Chain (25 Points)

--Full Plate mail (50 points)

--Shield (25 Points)

Physical abilities:

--Agility
: 60
--Strength
: 60
--Stamina: 60

-Survival: 20


Background: 

Aidan was trained to be a warrior since boyhood like all landed nobles. Yet despite Aidan's skill with weapons he was despised by the other boys. He had no other thought when fighting besides winning. He fought hard and dirty even as a young boy on the training field. The other boys all dreamed of knighthood and honor, Aidan just wanted to win, and did not give a fuck how. 


Aidan was eventually squired with a Tyrell bastard named Ser Morgan Flowers, and under that experienced knight Aidan found an excellent trainer. Aidan swore the vows of knighthood out of convenience, but he has never been a man for chivalry. He left his father's house when his father started falling ill, and came to serve Lord Hightower. 

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[Amelia Royce]

Character's Name: Lady Abigail Lydden
Character's Age: 21
Character's Skills:

Political
-Persuasion
--Seduction (70)
--Charm (80)
--Diplomacy (72)
--Intimidation (50)
--Incite (70)

Physical abilities
--Agility (60)
--Strength (30)
--Stamina (62)
--Swimming (51)

Miscellaneous
-Art
--Acting (70)
--Painting (50)
--Singing (70)
--Dancing (70)
--Poetry (50)
--Writing (50)

(150 unspent)



Personality:

Abigail is charming at best and unpleasant at worst, with an ego that matches her temper. If she doesn't get what she wants Abi will do anything to convince people to make things go her way and she is mostly successful. If she still doesn't get her way she simply mentions who her father is.

History:

Abigail has always been her father's preferred child and thus was spoiled from an early age. Abi's mother died when she was young and so her father doted on her, buying the young girl whatever she wished for. She took to her studies with what could be called disinterest, though she wasn't stupid by far. However the young girl already knew that she could depend on her looks to get what she wanted and thus reasoned that she didn't need to learn about boring histories and family sigils.

The spoiled young girl grew into a spoiled young woman and though her father occasionally spoke of betrothals, Abigail always pleaded and charmed him into letting the matter drop. She prefers to spend the day with a gaggle of ladies, whom she bosses around in a mildly bratty manner, talking about dresses and handsome young boys. Most recently she was allowed to visit Casterly Rock and was taken on the road there.

Team 1 is authorized 600 points for character creation, with a maximum of 80 in one skill and nothing else above 70.

[Rowan]

Name Rowan
Age 26
Gender Hermaphrodite
Residence Around Coldsteel Creek village

Skills

75 One Handed Axe
70 Two handed Axe +2 (72)
50 Bows
40 (Land) Scouting
25 (Land) Raiding
35 Stealth
25 Observation +2 +2 +2 +2(33)
30 Persuasion
35 Intimidation +2 (37)
35 Diplomacy +2 (37)
30 Survival
20 disguise
20 concealment
10 Agility
35 Strength +2 +2 (39)
30 Umarmed
20 Swimming
15 Small Blades
Armor - Leather (free)

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Description

Rowan was born to a young woman barely more than a child herself that had spent far too much time with her brothers and father.

Rowan's mother's father was a fisherman while a couple of his sons fished the others co-farmed a small plot and the middle son a misshapen scrap of a man kept to the woods trapping and selling furs and meat.

Rowan was the source of congratulations from the Uncle's and Grandfather at birth as her mother's first born and for being a coveted son to take up one of the family trades.

Rowan was happy to learn all three trades, but spent much of their time with the misshapen Uncle in the woods as they developed a perhaps unhealthy interest in stalking and bashing things with an axe, although never damaging anything worth coin.

Many a time when fur or meat was scarce Rowan would bring home a few coins or some food of some kind having chopped wood for the villagers who needed it and had not time, skill or strength to collect themselves.

Rowan became strong and tough from their rough life, never getting bulky but developing a slender, almost pretty kind of look. Much to their Uncles delight who happily spent time with the little Rowan, until one day when Rowan woke one morning sandwiched between two Uncles and the bed and all three smeared with blood.

After some accusations of undue roughness and examination by Rowan's mother it became apparent that their little boy who clearly had a penis, was bleeding like a maiden, seeping from under their little testicles.

The family was rather baffled but chose to just get on with life. After all Rowan could not help what the Gods had chosen to give them.

When Rowan was old enough to travel distance alone they took themselves on a journey to see a Septon and a Maester in the hope of some clarification.

The examinations and lack of information were rough in both body, mind and soul. it is unsure if Rowan will ever bear or sire a child, the bleeds are few and far between and although their boy parts seem to function as normal for both urinating and sex, the small testicles are much like a child's. Their breasts are small but slightly rounded, much like a pectoral but with more feminine shape with perky nipples when excited.

Rowan does not need to shave and looks fair of face with sun bleached sandy shaggy hair down their back that's usually kept off their face in a tail or a lightly decorated band of leather tied around their head.

In traveling and male clothes Rowan looks like a comely lad barely in puberty and in a dress Rowan looks a plain barely pubecent maiden without much chest.

Rowan has had to fend off their share of trouble through their life, as their uncertainly formed and somewhat boney body seems to appeal to all kinds of child loving perverts and bandits looking for a fumble.

Rowan finds their self back in civilisation for want of a decent hot meal they've not caught and hopefully a few coins to stash away for a leaner time if they can find some easy going people to work with, happy to do pretty much any kind of labour where needed.

On the down side, Rowan has a vicious streak a mile long due to the way they are treated depending on how they are perceived. Rowan is as happy to chop wood or limbs, it does not bother them. Rowan fights dirty with both knife or axe and often follows up with a coup de grace of a skull popping axe blow just to make sure the assailant or attacker will not be getting up once they turn around.

Rowan carries several daggers of varying lengths and types, a wood axe, a one handed little longer than standard fighting axe with a locabar type blade called Crescent and a longer handled two handed and double edged heavier axe called Whisper for the heartier side of business.

[Kurts]

Name: Kurts
Age: 48
Skills:

Fighting
-Two Handed Swords 80
-Crossbows 70
-Small Blades 70
-Unarmed 70
Armor
--Full Plate 50

Political:
--Intimidation 71

Leadership
--Ambush 50

Physical abilities:
--Strength 50
--Stamina 50
--Agility 20
--Swimming 20
--Observation 51
--Stealth 50

-Engineering
--Fortifications 52

-Survival 70



History:

Though he was born in a hamlet in the Goldlands so small it lacked a name, starting life as a peasant farmer, Kurts' truth birth was on the battlefield. He has fought in the front lines in countless engagements since being drafted into the Goldlands army at 14. He has spent his whole life in some war or another, as a sergeant-at-arms after his first tour. Under the Goldlands banners he fought Northerners, Ironborn, Dornish, Reachmen, Stormlanders, Crownlanders, Myrish, Ghiscari, Volantene, Lyseni, Sorcerers, White Walkers, and the Undead. He has seen horrors and perpetuated no shortage himself, just one of the nameless faces that fight and bleed for royals, without the glory or gain that comes with it. Restless in times of peace, he would sell his sword to the highest bidder. He had just signed on with a company and gotten blackout drunk with them, before waking up the next day chained in the hull of a ship.

[Marlow]

Name: Marlow
Age: 43
Skills:

Fighting
-Two-Handed Maces 80
-Unarmed 70

Armor
--Full Plate 50

Political:
--Persuasion 70
--Intimidation 70

Leadership
--Ambush 50
--Raiding 70
--Routing 30

Physical abilities:
--Strength 61
--Stamina 60
--Swimming 20
--Observation 53
--Stealth 50


-Survival 70



History:

Marlow was born to sail the seas, if you listened to his father. The son of a merchant who sailed between Essos and Westeros making his living, it was no surprise when Marlow took up his father's reins and his ship when he finally passed away. Life for Marlow was lived in quiet solitude, excluding the rare night at a tavern, as he made his money on the old trading route. Unfortunately, war waits for few, and the embargoes and raids of the Ironborn eventually saw poor Marlow's ship seized, his possessions searched, and himself enslaved, doomed to live his life out in the haunted mines of Hammerhorn. Marlow eventually escaped to his freedom when two dozen other prisoners ran off into the night, stealing one of the corsairs at dock with Marlow at the helm. Although they sailed for freedom, the time spent living the hard life of an Ironborn's thrall left a darkness in Marlow's heart that quickly sought it's way out, culminating in a brawl with one of the other ex-prisoners while they made for home. Knocked unconscious and chained by his temporary allies, Marlow was marooned on the first coast the crew found. Barely a day had passed before the ever-present ill luck of his life sprang up once again as slavers saw an easy target, hauling the senseless man on board.

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