Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 18:19:39 GMT -5
(RETIRED EVEN BEFORE BEING COMPLETED UNRETIRED RETIRED AGAIN, THIS IS CIVIL WAR, I CAN'T STICK WITH A CHAR FOR MORE THAN 10 POSTS)
Name:Vulkon "The Leviathan" Volmark
Age: 30
Kingdom: Iron Islands
Character Skills:
Fighting
-Weapons
--Two handed
---Warhammer 100
-Armor
--Leather(25 points)
Leadership:
-Battle
--Land
---Command (50)
---Raiding (70)
--Naval (100)
---Ambush (85)
---Blockade (85)
---Scouting (50)
---Command (85)
---Raiding (90)
Political:
-Persuasion
--Intimidation (85)
Physical abilities
--Athletics
---Unarmed combat (85)
Character History:
When you are the sixth son of Lord Gregon Volmark, it's not long before you realized that you have almost zero prospect in life; that was just the case for the young Vulkon. Only also learned, pretty early in his youth that if you smash your brother's head against a stone slab, you move up the ladder pretty fast, and suddenly... Bam! You have some horizon to aim for.
Hargon was the first, only a year older than him, at the age of nine he loved to play "Raids and Reavings" with his younger brother in the beach. Vulkon surprisingly did too, he was just not very fond of the company, who even being his elder couldn't match his immense strength and size, uncommon for that age. As afore mentioned, Hargon had a little taste of granite before he died, something that they probably don't serve in the Feasts of the Drowned One.
Then was Qhorin's turn, this one was even easier... They don't tend to scream a whole lot when they gagged and chained, when you throw them off a cliff while attached to a boulder. The hardest part was finding a way to carry that fat fucker from his bedroom.
When Vulkon was twelve, that idiot Yohn did all the work by himself. You can't be really smart to want to try the Finger Dance, if you already lack a left hand; in a few seconds you are lacking a life. Axes do an ugly fucking damage when they meet one's face.
Now, with Guston, it started to get a little difficult. They were raiding a small settlement in a place he didn't quite remember where... Anywho, Vulkon was 19, serving under his 25 years old brother as a crewmate in the Leviathan's Hide; they had landed together and ventured into the narrow streets just the two; Vulkon waited until Guston turned his back to him and brought down his war hammer on the nape of his neck... This fucker had always the quickest one of the bunch, he jumped out of the way and even managed to hurt Vulkon with a cut to his ear; still, it was not enough to stop the bull that was his younger brother. As a bonus, he even got the Leviathan's Hide from this affair, 50/50 you get your head turned to pulp and I get your ship, everybody wins.
Now, this was the real challenge. Yaron, daddie's favorite, smart, attractive and strong, Mr. Too-good-to-go-to-any-of-your-brothers'burial, ... At least Vulkon had the decency of mourning and paying his respects to ones so loved. This one was a fucking stone in his boot, it took him seven years to get this fucker. When he finally did, he wanted to make sure Yaron would stay dead, so he chopped the body into cubes and gave to the seals in Sealskin Point.
The best part is that no one of his family ever gave an actual fuck about this whole ordeal; Vulkon always managed to make up some bullshit story like "he was sleepwalking when he fell off the cliff" or "he was like this when I found him" and they all believed him.
Lord Gregon died soon after and Vulkon took his place, making sure to clean the house of people he distrusted... So... Almost half the household, and 7 of the 10 hounds they had (He claimed that they barked too much at him for his taste). A couple months later, Vulkon came to realized that taking care of a Household was pretty boring, he needed a constant flux of things to kill and there he coudln't get that, so he abdicated in name of his uncle and set of shore to serve directly in the Iron Fleet.
Character Description:
Some people are big, some are small... Vulkon is fucking massive, he is only not taller than that Clegane bastard and maybe that Cannibal guy from the North, but only by some few inches.
Character Reputation:
The Leviathancis definetly not a nickname for someone everybody thinks is pussy, tales of his skill and strenght are only surpassed by those of him being a little bit off.
Name:Vulkon "The Leviathan" Volmark
Age: 30
Kingdom: Iron Islands
Character Skills:
Fighting
-Weapons
--Two handed
---Warhammer 100
-Armor
--Leather(25 points)
Leadership:
-Battle
--Land
---Command (50)
---Raiding (70)
--Naval (100)
---Ambush (85)
---Blockade (85)
---Scouting (50)
---Command (85)
---Raiding (90)
Political:
-Persuasion
--Intimidation (85)
Physical abilities
--Athletics
---Unarmed combat (85)
Character History:
When you are the sixth son of Lord Gregon Volmark, it's not long before you realized that you have almost zero prospect in life; that was just the case for the young Vulkon. Only also learned, pretty early in his youth that if you smash your brother's head against a stone slab, you move up the ladder pretty fast, and suddenly... Bam! You have some horizon to aim for.
Hargon was the first, only a year older than him, at the age of nine he loved to play "Raids and Reavings" with his younger brother in the beach. Vulkon surprisingly did too, he was just not very fond of the company, who even being his elder couldn't match his immense strength and size, uncommon for that age. As afore mentioned, Hargon had a little taste of granite before he died, something that they probably don't serve in the Feasts of the Drowned One.
Then was Qhorin's turn, this one was even easier... They don't tend to scream a whole lot when they gagged and chained, when you throw them off a cliff while attached to a boulder. The hardest part was finding a way to carry that fat fucker from his bedroom.
When Vulkon was twelve, that idiot Yohn did all the work by himself. You can't be really smart to want to try the Finger Dance, if you already lack a left hand; in a few seconds you are lacking a life. Axes do an ugly fucking damage when they meet one's face.
Now, with Guston, it started to get a little difficult. They were raiding a small settlement in a place he didn't quite remember where... Anywho, Vulkon was 19, serving under his 25 years old brother as a crewmate in the Leviathan's Hide; they had landed together and ventured into the narrow streets just the two; Vulkon waited until Guston turned his back to him and brought down his war hammer on the nape of his neck... This fucker had always the quickest one of the bunch, he jumped out of the way and even managed to hurt Vulkon with a cut to his ear; still, it was not enough to stop the bull that was his younger brother. As a bonus, he even got the Leviathan's Hide from this affair, 50/50 you get your head turned to pulp and I get your ship, everybody wins.
Now, this was the real challenge. Yaron, daddie's favorite, smart, attractive and strong, Mr. Too-good-to-go-to-any-of-your-brothers'burial, ... At least Vulkon had the decency of mourning and paying his respects to ones so loved. This one was a fucking stone in his boot, it took him seven years to get this fucker. When he finally did, he wanted to make sure Yaron would stay dead, so he chopped the body into cubes and gave to the seals in Sealskin Point.
The best part is that no one of his family ever gave an actual fuck about this whole ordeal; Vulkon always managed to make up some bullshit story like "he was sleepwalking when he fell off the cliff" or "he was like this when I found him" and they all believed him.
Lord Gregon died soon after and Vulkon took his place, making sure to clean the house of people he distrusted... So... Almost half the household, and 7 of the 10 hounds they had (He claimed that they barked too much at him for his taste). A couple months later, Vulkon came to realized that taking care of a Household was pretty boring, he needed a constant flux of things to kill and there he coudln't get that, so he abdicated in name of his uncle and set of shore to serve directly in the Iron Fleet.
Character Description:
Some people are big, some are small... Vulkon is fucking massive, he is only not taller than that Clegane bastard and maybe that Cannibal guy from the North, but only by some few inches.
Character Reputation:
The Leviathancis definetly not a nickname for someone everybody thinks is pussy, tales of his skill and strenght are only surpassed by those of him being a little bit off.