Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 6:48:34 GMT -5
Character Name: Tymothy Stark
Character Age: 23
Character Region: The North
Character Byname: Cousin Tim, Failure, Coward, The one son we never wanted, Accident, "No, Thanks!"
Character Skills:
Fighting
-Weapons
--One Handed
---Swords (30)
--Ranged
---Crossbows (85)
-Armor
--Chain (25 Points)
--Shield (25 Points)
-Diplomatic
Political:
-Persuasion
--Charm (85)
-Economic
--Finance (25)
Physical abilities
--Athletics
---Sprinting (85)
Miscellaneous
-Languages
--Valyrian (40)
--Free Cities
---Volantene (40)
---Lysene (40)
---Braavosian (40)
---Pentosian (40)
---Tyroshi (40)
Character Biography:
Every family has a black sheep, that's one of the universal truths of living in communities; some families like to style theirs according to their sigils: The Blackfish of the Tullys, The Blackstag of the Baratheons, The Blackfyres, maybe even a BlackNakedLady for the Pipers (although this might end up being conceived as racist by some folk)... So when if comes to Stark you might have guessed their Black sheep would be a ferocious Black as night wolf with red eyes or something like that... Well... Not in this case, let's say Tim would be more of a Black Chihuaha... In fact, not actually, Chihuahas at least have to balls to be that annoying... Let's stay then with that Retarded Labrador that is afraid of his own shadow and usually runs with his eyes closed into a concrete wall. Yes, perfect, that's the best way to describe Tymothy.
Anyway... Tim is the younger brother of Lord Kal Stark, usually second sons tend to turn out much better then the firstborn, but not in this case. Let's say Tymothy lacked his brothers looks, his strength, his quick thinking, his charisma and of course, his legendary skill. He was not dumb, you see, the case was the exact opposite, he was too smart to think that standing and fighting was the best solution... This notion helped him to develop an unique ability of running away . Having this in mind is easy to notice who was Lord Stark's favorite son.
After years training with the master at arms (and developing several techniques like: Hiding behind your shield and screaming like a little girl and How to run away efficiently) , his father thought maybe the lad would fare better becoming a Maester of the Citadel. "If he can't wield a sword, maybe he can wield a feather." The old wolf thought- it's important to note that he was not, at all, trying to get rid or the boy.
Just some months studying user the Archmaesters, Tymothy's name was already a legend in the Citadel: he was the first, in the whole history of the institution, to get a negative grade... In 90% of his assignments ( The 10% are Languages, but languages are usually frowned upon by maesters because their egos tend to have difficulty processing the idea that theirs was not the only respectable language in the world). Needless to say, his was also the title of "First expelled for sheer and utter incompetence and lack of ability to differentiate Nightshade from Milk when serving his tutor."
Coming back home, Tim had little time to appreciate the old coziness of his bed. His father had already made the arrangements to send him to the Wall; "Apparently, boy, they are needing some extra men. And it's an old honor for the Starks to send them our most competent family members." He was told. Weeks later Tim was back in Winterfell with a letter from The Lord Commander that read: "Thanks, but no thanks!".
After this Lord Stark seemed to be getting a little restless, he'd have to appeal to a more definitive solution to see the boy awa... In a place where he could fit. "Here son, take some coins. These guards will escort you to White Harbor and there you'll take a ship to the East. Pentos, Lys, Lorath, go wherever you prefer."
"Why, father?" Answered the 16 year old boy, without a clue of his father's love-filled intentions.
"Because..." Lord Stark said closing the door on his son's face. And so started Tim's great journey to the East.
It's not that Tim is unlucky, in fact, the gods had blessed him with lots of it... It was just a very misleading strange version of the meaning of the word Lucky. For an example, he once found himself in the middle of a mercenary camp in the Disputed Lands, he fell in the band's latrine and broke both his arms and legs... Luckily for him, the camp was raided that very night and every man, but him, was killed in a very painful way. In general his life can be seen as a simple Series of fortunate unfortunate events.
Character Description: Face claim.
Character Reputation: People tend to forget of his existence.
Character Age: 23
Character Region: The North
Character Byname: Cousin Tim, Failure, Coward, The one son we never wanted, Accident, "No, Thanks!"
Character Skills:
Fighting
-Weapons
--One Handed
---Swords (30)
--Ranged
---Crossbows (85)
-Armor
--Chain (25 Points)
--Shield (25 Points)
-Diplomatic
Political:
-Persuasion
--Charm (85)
-Economic
--Finance (25)
Physical abilities
--Athletics
---Sprinting (85)
Miscellaneous
-Languages
--Valyrian (40)
--Free Cities
---Volantene (40)
---Lysene (40)
---Braavosian (40)
---Pentosian (40)
---Tyroshi (40)
Character Biography:
Every family has a black sheep, that's one of the universal truths of living in communities; some families like to style theirs according to their sigils: The Blackfish of the Tullys, The Blackstag of the Baratheons, The Blackfyres, maybe even a BlackNakedLady for the Pipers (although this might end up being conceived as racist by some folk)... So when if comes to Stark you might have guessed their Black sheep would be a ferocious Black as night wolf with red eyes or something like that... Well... Not in this case, let's say Tim would be more of a Black Chihuaha... In fact, not actually, Chihuahas at least have to balls to be that annoying... Let's stay then with that Retarded Labrador that is afraid of his own shadow and usually runs with his eyes closed into a concrete wall. Yes, perfect, that's the best way to describe Tymothy.
Anyway... Tim is the younger brother of Lord Kal Stark, usually second sons tend to turn out much better then the firstborn, but not in this case. Let's say Tymothy lacked his brothers looks, his strength, his quick thinking, his charisma and of course, his legendary skill. He was not dumb, you see, the case was the exact opposite, he was too smart to think that standing and fighting was the best solution... This notion helped him to develop an unique ability of running away . Having this in mind is easy to notice who was Lord Stark's favorite son.
After years training with the master at arms (and developing several techniques like: Hiding behind your shield and screaming like a little girl and How to run away efficiently) , his father thought maybe the lad would fare better becoming a Maester of the Citadel. "If he can't wield a sword, maybe he can wield a feather." The old wolf thought- it's important to note that he was not, at all, trying to get rid or the boy.
Just some months studying user the Archmaesters, Tymothy's name was already a legend in the Citadel: he was the first, in the whole history of the institution, to get a negative grade... In 90% of his assignments ( The 10% are Languages, but languages are usually frowned upon by maesters because their egos tend to have difficulty processing the idea that theirs was not the only respectable language in the world). Needless to say, his was also the title of "First expelled for sheer and utter incompetence and lack of ability to differentiate Nightshade from Milk when serving his tutor."
Coming back home, Tim had little time to appreciate the old coziness of his bed. His father had already made the arrangements to send him to the Wall; "Apparently, boy, they are needing some extra men. And it's an old honor for the Starks to send them our most competent family members." He was told. Weeks later Tim was back in Winterfell with a letter from The Lord Commander that read: "Thanks, but no thanks!".
After this Lord Stark seemed to be getting a little restless, he'd have to appeal to a more definitive solution to see the boy awa... In a place where he could fit. "Here son, take some coins. These guards will escort you to White Harbor and there you'll take a ship to the East. Pentos, Lys, Lorath, go wherever you prefer."
"Why, father?" Answered the 16 year old boy, without a clue of his father's love-filled intentions.
"Because..." Lord Stark said closing the door on his son's face. And so started Tim's great journey to the East.
It's not that Tim is unlucky, in fact, the gods had blessed him with lots of it... It was just a very misleading strange version of the meaning of the word Lucky. For an example, he once found himself in the middle of a mercenary camp in the Disputed Lands, he fell in the band's latrine and broke both his arms and legs... Luckily for him, the camp was raided that very night and every man, but him, was killed in a very painful way. In general his life can be seen as a simple Series of fortunate unfortunate events.
Character Description: Face claim.
Character Reputation: People tend to forget of his existence.