Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 6, 2012 3:04:13 GMT -5
Character's Name: Ser Gerold Sand
Character's Age: 41
Character's Ethnicity: Dornish
Character's Title: Hedge/Landless Knight
Character's Skill Points: 600 + 170 = 770
Fighting
-Weapons
--One Handed 50 (100 Points spents)
---Axes 50
---Maces 50
---Swords 75 (25)
---Spears 95 (40)
--Lance 78 (75)
-Armor
--Full Plate mail (50 points) 50 (50)
--Shield (25 Points) 25 (25)
((100 + 25 + 40 + 75 + 25 + 50 = 315 spent))((455 remaining))
Leadership:
-Battle
--Land 50 (100 Spent)
---Ambush 70 (20)
---Siege 50
---Scouting 70 (20)
---Command 75 (25)
---Cavalry 70 (20)
---Raiding 50
--Rallying 70 (70)
((100+20+20+25+20+70= 255 spent)) ((195 Remaining))
Physical abilities
---Observation 65 (65)
--Athletics 50 (100)
---Horsemanship 80 (30)
---Swimming 50
---Unarmed combat 50
---Sprinting 50
((60 + 100 + 30 = 190 spent))((0 Remaining))
Character's Personal History:
Gerold sat in the chair in the common room staring into his mug of ale. He was taking his leisure while waiting for the tourney to begin. A few days to go and hopefully he will have more coins to fatten his purse. Gerold flexed his left hand, it felt stiff. A storm was coming he thought idly. The all too familiar scents wafting through the room and the feel of the soft cushions made his thoughts drift again.
It seems so long ago now. Perhaps three decades ago that Gerold’s mother convinced a roaming landless Dornish knight, Ser Darod Manwoody, to take her son on as a page and train him to be knight. At first the knight declined though his mother, Dara, claimed that growing up in a pleasure house was not a fitting upbringing for a boy on the verge of puberty. The bold knight scoffed at that claiming there was no better place for a young lad. Had Gerold known better at the time he would have protested as well, though the thought of becoming a knight consumed him. How young and foolish he was.
Gerold had led a cherished life, he hadn’t realized it at the time but compared to most smallfolk he lived comfortably. The other ladies of the house treated him well. As a young boy he ran errands for them and they saw that he never lacked for food, clothing, and affection. They smothered him with love, each of them acting like they were his mother. How fortunate he was at the time, if only he had realized it then.
Growing up his mother told him that he was destined to be a great man like his father. Unfortunately she never told him who this great man was, if he was in fact great. Perhaps that was the arrangement. Bastards can be a hindrance to a father of notoriety. Mayhaps his father was just a simple nobody and she was just trying to be a good mother making him believe there was hope for a bright future. All parents wanted a bright future for their children, did they not? No he had lived long enough to know that was quite the opposite. Had he fathered any bastards? Gerold assumed the women who slept with him had taken their moon tea. Gerold uttered a silent prayer to the Crone that they had been granted the wisdom to do so.
Gerold took a sip from his mug... Gerold thought about his father again. What good is having such breeding if you cannot learn from the man? Blood itself does not make one great. He had seen proof of that as well. Fortunately for him Ser Darod was a great man, a skilled warrior and a man of his word. He was a true knight. Ser Darod could have easily ditched Gerold at his first opportunity, he had been paid. Instead as was always the case, the knight held true to his word. Ser Darod trained Gerold hard, so hard that Gerold thought the man hated him. Day and night they sparred, practice the quintain, hunted, and tracked men or animals. When his skills started to blossom he realized that the seemingly hard work had served a purpose. Ser Darod was making him into a knight.
Ser Darod and Gerold traveled the lands of Westeros attending tourney’s though their reception wasn’t always pleasant. Had Ser Darod not been known for being a true and noble knight they would probably have been run out of many towns and cities. With each tourney Gerold gained precious experience and began making a good showing of himself. When Ser Darod deemed him ready, he knighted Gerold. It was a momentous occasion followed by much celebration.
When not attending tourneys, Ser Darod would form bands of men and attempt to collect bounties on known outlaws. If successful, it was a rather profitable expedition. Ser Darod was a very proficient leader of men, and well known for getting the job done. He often let Gerold inside his head, explaining his observations and subsequent actions. Ser Darod also challenged Gerold to make his own observations and his own decisions and course of action. He often gave Gerold a detachment of men to lead for it was the best way to learn he said.
Gerold took another sip of ale then realized he had drained his mug. He called for another. Gerold flexed his hand again...it reminded him of that day. The reward for Ser Ilyn Lordsbane was posted at 150 gold dragons. It was a substantial sum though Ser Ilyn was no easy mark. Time after time he had eluded capture and it was rumored that perhaps he was a ghost. At a recent tournament Ser Darod received information that Ser Ilyn had entered the lists as a mystery knight. The messenger offered to lead Ser Darod an his men to Ser Ilyn's camp.
Gerold remembered looking up through the canopy of trees as they road through the dense forest. The leaves rustled and the thunder rumbled in the overcast sky. Had he been paying more attention to the weather he would have realized it was an ill omen.
That day was so vivid in his mind that it seemed like yesterday. The sounds of bowstrings slapping and the thud of arrows finding their mark. It was pure mayhem, the Stranger was purely wicked and most cruel that day. They had been sold out by the messenger and subsequently ambushed. Gerold remembered Ser Darod’s horse reeling and the knight slumping in the saddle. Gerold called out in terror as the poor knight looked like a pin cushion. It was then that Ser Ilyn's men broke out of the trees charging into them, howling their warcries or hurling insults.
Gerold desperately spurred his horse hurrying to Ser Darod’s side. He tried in vain to fight off their attackers but there was far too many of them, Ser Darod’s men were dropping like flies. Blood curdling screams and the clash of arms filled the air. Before grabbing Ser Darod’s reins and beating a hasty retreat, Gerold’s shield had been obliterated as he tried to shield Ser Darod. The obliterated shield and gauntlet underneath did little to dampen the blows which resulted in several broken bones in his left hand.
Gerold made of with Ser Darod's body though when he finally stopped he realized that Ser Darod was dead. He wept for his former knight and friend cursing his inability to protect him. Gerold traveled to the nearest town with a sept and laid Ser Darod to rest.
Later, Gerold sought out a maester to care for his broken hand. The hand healed though from time to time when the weather is bad it becomes stiff. It serves as a reminder that he still owes a debt, a debt that he has swore to pay…
Character's Physical Description: Unlike his mother who is more Rhoynish in appearance, Ser Gerold has blond hair and fairer though sun tanned skin. He is slightly above average both in regards to height and build. He is considered handsome though not overly so.
Character's Reputation: Ser Gerold Sand is known by some as a true but landless knight, one who helps those in need sometimes often forgoing payment for services rendered to smallfolk. Those who frequent the tourney circuit may see him as a tough competitor. Ser Gerold is also known to hunt outlaws.
(edited-fixed skill allocation)
Character's Age: 41
Character's Ethnicity: Dornish
Character's Title: Hedge/Landless Knight
Character's Skill Points: 600 + 170 = 770
Fighting
-Weapons
--One Handed 50 (100 Points spents)
---Axes 50
---Maces 50
---Swords 75 (25)
---Spears 95 (40)
--Lance 78 (75)
-Armor
--Full Plate mail (50 points) 50 (50)
--Shield (25 Points) 25 (25)
((100 + 25 + 40 + 75 + 25 + 50 = 315 spent))((455 remaining))
Leadership:
-Battle
--Land 50 (100 Spent)
---Ambush 70 (20)
---Siege 50
---Scouting 70 (20)
---Command 75 (25)
---Cavalry 70 (20)
---Raiding 50
--Rallying 70 (70)
((100+20+20+25+20+70= 255 spent)) ((195 Remaining))
Physical abilities
---Observation 65 (65)
--Athletics 50 (100)
---Horsemanship 80 (30)
---Swimming 50
---Unarmed combat 50
---Sprinting 50
((60 + 100 + 30 = 190 spent))((0 Remaining))
Character's Personal History:
Gerold sat in the chair in the common room staring into his mug of ale. He was taking his leisure while waiting for the tourney to begin. A few days to go and hopefully he will have more coins to fatten his purse. Gerold flexed his left hand, it felt stiff. A storm was coming he thought idly. The all too familiar scents wafting through the room and the feel of the soft cushions made his thoughts drift again.
It seems so long ago now. Perhaps three decades ago that Gerold’s mother convinced a roaming landless Dornish knight, Ser Darod Manwoody, to take her son on as a page and train him to be knight. At first the knight declined though his mother, Dara, claimed that growing up in a pleasure house was not a fitting upbringing for a boy on the verge of puberty. The bold knight scoffed at that claiming there was no better place for a young lad. Had Gerold known better at the time he would have protested as well, though the thought of becoming a knight consumed him. How young and foolish he was.
Gerold had led a cherished life, he hadn’t realized it at the time but compared to most smallfolk he lived comfortably. The other ladies of the house treated him well. As a young boy he ran errands for them and they saw that he never lacked for food, clothing, and affection. They smothered him with love, each of them acting like they were his mother. How fortunate he was at the time, if only he had realized it then.
Growing up his mother told him that he was destined to be a great man like his father. Unfortunately she never told him who this great man was, if he was in fact great. Perhaps that was the arrangement. Bastards can be a hindrance to a father of notoriety. Mayhaps his father was just a simple nobody and she was just trying to be a good mother making him believe there was hope for a bright future. All parents wanted a bright future for their children, did they not? No he had lived long enough to know that was quite the opposite. Had he fathered any bastards? Gerold assumed the women who slept with him had taken their moon tea. Gerold uttered a silent prayer to the Crone that they had been granted the wisdom to do so.
Gerold took a sip from his mug... Gerold thought about his father again. What good is having such breeding if you cannot learn from the man? Blood itself does not make one great. He had seen proof of that as well. Fortunately for him Ser Darod was a great man, a skilled warrior and a man of his word. He was a true knight. Ser Darod could have easily ditched Gerold at his first opportunity, he had been paid. Instead as was always the case, the knight held true to his word. Ser Darod trained Gerold hard, so hard that Gerold thought the man hated him. Day and night they sparred, practice the quintain, hunted, and tracked men or animals. When his skills started to blossom he realized that the seemingly hard work had served a purpose. Ser Darod was making him into a knight.
Ser Darod and Gerold traveled the lands of Westeros attending tourney’s though their reception wasn’t always pleasant. Had Ser Darod not been known for being a true and noble knight they would probably have been run out of many towns and cities. With each tourney Gerold gained precious experience and began making a good showing of himself. When Ser Darod deemed him ready, he knighted Gerold. It was a momentous occasion followed by much celebration.
When not attending tourneys, Ser Darod would form bands of men and attempt to collect bounties on known outlaws. If successful, it was a rather profitable expedition. Ser Darod was a very proficient leader of men, and well known for getting the job done. He often let Gerold inside his head, explaining his observations and subsequent actions. Ser Darod also challenged Gerold to make his own observations and his own decisions and course of action. He often gave Gerold a detachment of men to lead for it was the best way to learn he said.
Gerold took another sip of ale then realized he had drained his mug. He called for another. Gerold flexed his hand again...it reminded him of that day. The reward for Ser Ilyn Lordsbane was posted at 150 gold dragons. It was a substantial sum though Ser Ilyn was no easy mark. Time after time he had eluded capture and it was rumored that perhaps he was a ghost. At a recent tournament Ser Darod received information that Ser Ilyn had entered the lists as a mystery knight. The messenger offered to lead Ser Darod an his men to Ser Ilyn's camp.
Gerold remembered looking up through the canopy of trees as they road through the dense forest. The leaves rustled and the thunder rumbled in the overcast sky. Had he been paying more attention to the weather he would have realized it was an ill omen.
That day was so vivid in his mind that it seemed like yesterday. The sounds of bowstrings slapping and the thud of arrows finding their mark. It was pure mayhem, the Stranger was purely wicked and most cruel that day. They had been sold out by the messenger and subsequently ambushed. Gerold remembered Ser Darod’s horse reeling and the knight slumping in the saddle. Gerold called out in terror as the poor knight looked like a pin cushion. It was then that Ser Ilyn's men broke out of the trees charging into them, howling their warcries or hurling insults.
Gerold desperately spurred his horse hurrying to Ser Darod’s side. He tried in vain to fight off their attackers but there was far too many of them, Ser Darod’s men were dropping like flies. Blood curdling screams and the clash of arms filled the air. Before grabbing Ser Darod’s reins and beating a hasty retreat, Gerold’s shield had been obliterated as he tried to shield Ser Darod. The obliterated shield and gauntlet underneath did little to dampen the blows which resulted in several broken bones in his left hand.
Gerold made of with Ser Darod's body though when he finally stopped he realized that Ser Darod was dead. He wept for his former knight and friend cursing his inability to protect him. Gerold traveled to the nearest town with a sept and laid Ser Darod to rest.
Later, Gerold sought out a maester to care for his broken hand. The hand healed though from time to time when the weather is bad it becomes stiff. It serves as a reminder that he still owes a debt, a debt that he has swore to pay…
Character's Physical Description: Unlike his mother who is more Rhoynish in appearance, Ser Gerold has blond hair and fairer though sun tanned skin. He is slightly above average both in regards to height and build. He is considered handsome though not overly so.
Character's Reputation: Ser Gerold Sand is known by some as a true but landless knight, one who helps those in need sometimes often forgoing payment for services rendered to smallfolk. Those who frequent the tourney circuit may see him as a tough competitor. Ser Gerold is also known to hunt outlaws.
(edited-fixed skill allocation)