Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Jun 3, 2015 23:01:35 GMT -5
[Zhu] Michigan! Let me play a wildling warg priest of the Others and you will never be bored as long as I'm here!
[michigan] go for it
[Bro] this is sad
Ilvar the Faithful
Born: ? (Somewhere in his late 30s)
Oh sister... put away that mug, I have no coin for ye. It's warmth cannot fill my cold belly, and your thighs will only know suffering through intimacy with one such as I. Oh, don't be coy, lass, I have seen you, as only as a skinchanger can.
I am sorry, lass, I... what was I saying? This gentleman, he was laughing and... here, a coin, a coin for your peace. He will not be needing it. I do not charge for such mercies.
But yes, I'm a wildling. Many of us call ourselves the Free Folk, but we... we are no more free than you. Hunger and shame chain us to this world just the same. And the only true First Men are the Old Ones.
The Old Ones? They're... they have no names. We call them the Others or the White Walkers, but those are not titles like the dead feller or the fat one. Just words... and they are so silent...
But beautiful! Oh my girl, if you could but see one! Like your lords and ladies, such dignity, such stature! I saw but one and she... the beauty of the Maiden, the timelessness of the Mother, and the wisdom of the Crone...
Where? Just outside the village. Not this village, you simple-headed bitch, but mine, beyond the Wall. My father was the Lost Crow, who left the Night's Watch for the love of a wildling woman.
What? No, she was killed by wolves. He met my mother a few years after that. She was also eaten by wolves, but that was after Da shot her in the eye.
I don't really remember why... they were both kind to me. Da taught me archery and Southron words and names. He was not a lordling, but he had served the Stark army before taking the Black.
No, I don't know why. I'm sure he did worse in the North. Well, Da taught me to track and hunt. They were good days. The eastern clan was tough lot, but their women ate well, and so did we.
Close your mouth or I will fill it. Anyway, I was not quite a young man when I started to understand the dreams for what they were. You see, we had always abandoned the skinchangers in my tribe. They were our sacrifice to the Old Ones. They were our insurance against the wights and the frost spiders.
But the Lost Crow, he never saw the signs. He was a hunter and he tasted the flesh, but he was not raised in the True Ways of the World. He thought I was having a fever of the brain when I became the bird. He did not recognize the fever of the soul.
And then she came... Oh, I... my apologies, I am forgetting a few scenes... My father eventually took me to see the wise woman, who explained the Pact. All skinchangers were cast into the cold, where we were claimed by the Old Ones. But my father, the civilized man, killed every man who came for me. Oh, he was a marvel of flesh and blood. So quick, so precise. He may have been a footsoldier down here, but up there, he was Mance Rayder come again for our little village.
They killed him of course, eventually, not before I fled. I buried myself in the snow beneath a log near the river. That was my home for a week. I'd eat anything that came to sip from the river, a goat, a little girl, a baby pig. I had just skinned the pig when I saw her, there, across the river. Her eyes were like the stars, blue and bright. Her skin smooth like bone. Her hair was... sunlight...
I was terrified, of course. I knew what she was. And how could I not be? I was but a virgin. And she was stark naked, like ultimate truth.
I won't tell you what happened, because it's not for you to know. But I will say I learned about chivalry before I knew what a knight was. I understood what it is to be needed by something bigger than yourself. I understood love.
Personality: Ilvar is well-educated for a wildling, but hails from one of the more severe regions of the Far North, where cannibalism and witchcraft are facts of life. He understands enough of life below the Wall to blend in as just another peasant, but his views are so distinct and frightening, he rarely stays in one location longer than a few night. His gift has thus far allowed him to evade detection by patrols, and Ilvar is an excellent hunter who does not discriminate in prey.
Ilvar believes himself to be a messenger of the Old Ones, though as the message is not meant for him, he does not actually know what it is. Some Free Folk insist he is a dangerous madman, living in the woods and worshiping gods who do not hear him. However, being a skinchanger, Ilvar is valued among his people, often relied upon to ferry out secrets. He is given offers of food and women in exchange for wisdom and secrets.
He is very cruel, in the way only the truly righteous can manage, but not beholden to grudges or prejudices. In Ilvar's worldview, there is only the meat and the magic.
Fighting
-Weapons
100 --One Handed
---Axes
---Maces
---Swords
---Spears
--Two handed
---Maces
---Swords
---Axes
--Ranged
---Bows 85
---Crossbows
--Small Blades 50
Total 235
Political:
-Persuasion
--Intimidation 70
-Intrigue (Described in thread "Intrigue and You")
--Forgery
--Espionage 40
Total 130
Physical abilities
--Stealth 100
---Disguise
---Concealment 20
---Sneaking 20
---Observation 20
Miscellaneous
Skinchanging 100
[michigan] go for it
[Bro] this is sad
Ilvar the Faithful
Born: ? (Somewhere in his late 30s)
Oh sister... put away that mug, I have no coin for ye. It's warmth cannot fill my cold belly, and your thighs will only know suffering through intimacy with one such as I. Oh, don't be coy, lass, I have seen you, as only as a skinchanger can.
I am sorry, lass, I... what was I saying? This gentleman, he was laughing and... here, a coin, a coin for your peace. He will not be needing it. I do not charge for such mercies.
But yes, I'm a wildling. Many of us call ourselves the Free Folk, but we... we are no more free than you. Hunger and shame chain us to this world just the same. And the only true First Men are the Old Ones.
The Old Ones? They're... they have no names. We call them the Others or the White Walkers, but those are not titles like the dead feller or the fat one. Just words... and they are so silent...
But beautiful! Oh my girl, if you could but see one! Like your lords and ladies, such dignity, such stature! I saw but one and she... the beauty of the Maiden, the timelessness of the Mother, and the wisdom of the Crone...
Where? Just outside the village. Not this village, you simple-headed bitch, but mine, beyond the Wall. My father was the Lost Crow, who left the Night's Watch for the love of a wildling woman.
What? No, she was killed by wolves. He met my mother a few years after that. She was also eaten by wolves, but that was after Da shot her in the eye.
I don't really remember why... they were both kind to me. Da taught me archery and Southron words and names. He was not a lordling, but he had served the Stark army before taking the Black.
No, I don't know why. I'm sure he did worse in the North. Well, Da taught me to track and hunt. They were good days. The eastern clan was tough lot, but their women ate well, and so did we.
Close your mouth or I will fill it. Anyway, I was not quite a young man when I started to understand the dreams for what they were. You see, we had always abandoned the skinchangers in my tribe. They were our sacrifice to the Old Ones. They were our insurance against the wights and the frost spiders.
But the Lost Crow, he never saw the signs. He was a hunter and he tasted the flesh, but he was not raised in the True Ways of the World. He thought I was having a fever of the brain when I became the bird. He did not recognize the fever of the soul.
And then she came... Oh, I... my apologies, I am forgetting a few scenes... My father eventually took me to see the wise woman, who explained the Pact. All skinchangers were cast into the cold, where we were claimed by the Old Ones. But my father, the civilized man, killed every man who came for me. Oh, he was a marvel of flesh and blood. So quick, so precise. He may have been a footsoldier down here, but up there, he was Mance Rayder come again for our little village.
They killed him of course, eventually, not before I fled. I buried myself in the snow beneath a log near the river. That was my home for a week. I'd eat anything that came to sip from the river, a goat, a little girl, a baby pig. I had just skinned the pig when I saw her, there, across the river. Her eyes were like the stars, blue and bright. Her skin smooth like bone. Her hair was... sunlight...
I was terrified, of course. I knew what she was. And how could I not be? I was but a virgin. And she was stark naked, like ultimate truth.
I won't tell you what happened, because it's not for you to know. But I will say I learned about chivalry before I knew what a knight was. I understood what it is to be needed by something bigger than yourself. I understood love.
Personality: Ilvar is well-educated for a wildling, but hails from one of the more severe regions of the Far North, where cannibalism and witchcraft are facts of life. He understands enough of life below the Wall to blend in as just another peasant, but his views are so distinct and frightening, he rarely stays in one location longer than a few night. His gift has thus far allowed him to evade detection by patrols, and Ilvar is an excellent hunter who does not discriminate in prey.
Ilvar believes himself to be a messenger of the Old Ones, though as the message is not meant for him, he does not actually know what it is. Some Free Folk insist he is a dangerous madman, living in the woods and worshiping gods who do not hear him. However, being a skinchanger, Ilvar is valued among his people, often relied upon to ferry out secrets. He is given offers of food and women in exchange for wisdom and secrets.
He is very cruel, in the way only the truly righteous can manage, but not beholden to grudges or prejudices. In Ilvar's worldview, there is only the meat and the magic.
Fighting
-Weapons
100 --One Handed
---Axes
---Maces
---Swords
---Spears
--Two handed
---Maces
---Swords
---Axes
--Ranged
---Bows 85
---Crossbows
--Small Blades 50
Total 235
Political:
-Persuasion
--Intimidation 70
-Intrigue (Described in thread "Intrigue and You")
--Forgery
--Espionage 40
Total 130
Physical abilities
--Stealth 100
---Disguise
---Concealment 20
---Sneaking 20
---Observation 20
Miscellaneous
Skinchanging 100