Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 16, 2012 22:54:25 GMT -5
Character's Name: Ser Titus Grafton
Character's Age: 25
Character's Nationality: The North
Alias: Wyl Buckets
Character's Skills:
Fighting
-Weapons
--One Handed
---Sword (92)
-Armor
--Mail (25)
--Shield (25)
Leadership
-Battle
--Naval (100)
---Ambush (90)
---Blockade (66)
---Scouting (85)
---Command (100)
---Raiding (67)
--Rallying (85)
Physical abilities
---Swimming (50)
---Unarmed combat ( 50)
-Economic
--Finance (60)
-Languages
--Valyrian (55)
Character's Personal History:
The son of one of the North, if not the entire continents, wealthiest men, Titus grew up wanting for nothing. As a boy he had the finest toys, as a young man he had the finest clothes, the finest sword and the finest armor available. As he grew into man hood, his father arranged a bride, who, happened to be very fine as well, up until her untimely death, that is.
Not terribly surprisingly, Titus was taken by the sea since almost birth. Watching the colorful galleys slip gracefully in and out of the port city of Gulltown as a boy was perhaps the most influential experience of his life. He lived his who life dreaming of the day he might take command of a ship of his own, but not one of the fat hulled merchants that were his families livelihood, but a sleek corsair or a mean galleon, like those that sometimes visited from White Harbor. His father, though he never discouraged Titus from following his dream, did burden him with far more studying than he would have liked. A quick learner, by age ten he was able to easily converse with many of Gulltown's visiting sailors in Valaryian, which pleased him, because he loved their colorful stories of exotic women and distant lands, mermaids and whores and most of all adventure.
Upon his eleventh name day, Lord Richard arranged for Titus to be squired by his uncle, Ser Albreth Manderly. "You'll learn the ways of the sea and the ways of a knight, and you'll take both lessons well, or you'll answer to me," his father told him, as he boarded his uncles galleon, the Northern Hammer, to begin his new life. The next six years were a blur of excitement and boredom, blistered hands, coughs, drained cups and rambunctious women. Ser Albreth was as loose and jovial as his father had been stern and calculating. His days were spent on deck training with the sword, mending lines and singing bawdy songs with, "the boys" as his uncle called the crew, and serving meals to the ship's officers. His nights were spent drinking beneath the stars, reading by candle light and nursing his beat up body. Though he never grew to look it, he became very tough, a man of the sea, as if their was salt in his very soul.
Not long before his eighteenth name day, Titus made a name for himself in a skirmish with a small, but very ambitious pirate fleet in the Bay of Crabs. Titus found himself face to face with their Captain in the struggle, a one-eyed Summer Islander of some reputation. He was cut across the belly by the razor sharp single-edged sword of the pirate, but felled the older man with a bone crushing slash through the shoulder. In light of his skills and accomplishments, he was knighted on his name day by Ser Albreth.
Afterwards, he returned, feeling quite triumphant, to Gulltown. He was met with news of an engagement to Elinor Dustin, a girl who was rumored to be quite comely, though he'd never met her. The two were wed shortly there after, and Titus felt as though his life was complete. He'd earned his spurs, he'd grown to be a more than capable seaman, and he had a wife as sweet as honey and as pleasing to behold as an ocean sunrise. A year later he held her cold body in his hands, and begged the Gods to tell him why. They didn't answer. He was left with a shaken faith and a sickly daughter, who died of a fever the following year.
He spent nearly a year in self pity, isolated, except for an ever present bottle, before finally being pulled rudely out of his rut by a visit from Ser Albreth. "The Hammer needs you, my boy, some of the boys miss your pretty face. They say you're as close to a maid as can be brought aboard without inviting bad luck," he chuckled. "Take a tour as my first mate and you'll soon have a command of your own," he promised. Titus was obliged to accept the offer, and put back to sea a day later.
Upon returning home, Titus was given command of a small fleet tasked to assist Prince Benjen Stark in the hunt for Cassadar. After an encounter with blood magic, which he considered himself lucky to escape alive, he happily resumed his blockade. One clear, quiet night a small black hulled smuggler managed to run the blockade, not being spotted until he was far on the horizon. Ser Titus took after him, leaving the rest of his fleet to carry on with the blockade. Perhaps the small ship was aided by magic, because it should have been easily caught, but managed to out pace that faster war galleon. Leagues away, Ser Titus finally gave up the chase, but was set upon by a fleet of four black corsairs before he could rejoin his fleet. Unable to out run them, Titus was forced to offer battle. It was short and bloody and Titus was taken as a prisoner and brought to Sweetsister, where he remained imprisoned until Lord Manderly retook the Three Sisters from Harlan the Wolf. Having heard, even on Sweetsister, of the fate of his family, he has yet to reveal his identity, and can most often be spotted in the alehouses of White Harbor going by the name Wyl Buckets.
Character's Physical Description:
Titus stands a hair under six feet and is thin and malnourished. He has sandy brown hair that falls unkempt down the middle of his back. His beard is dark and tangled. Once handsome and well proportioned, the years of forced labor in captivity under cruel conditions have left him gaunt, tired and calloused.
Character's Reputation:
Known to be a fine swordsman and a reputable sailor, once the heir to great fortune and honor, now the heir to a legacy of treachery and defeat. Though, truth be told, Titus has no reputation, as he has been presumed dead for the last three years.
Character's Age: 25
Character's Nationality: The North
Alias: Wyl Buckets
Character's Skills:
Fighting
-Weapons
--One Handed
---Sword (92)
-Armor
--Mail (25)
--Shield (25)
Leadership
-Battle
--Naval (100)
---Ambush (90)
---Blockade (66)
---Scouting (85)
---Command (100)
---Raiding (67)
--Rallying (85)
Physical abilities
---Swimming (50)
---Unarmed combat ( 50)
-Economic
--Finance (60)
-Languages
--Valyrian (55)
Character's Personal History:
The son of one of the North, if not the entire continents, wealthiest men, Titus grew up wanting for nothing. As a boy he had the finest toys, as a young man he had the finest clothes, the finest sword and the finest armor available. As he grew into man hood, his father arranged a bride, who, happened to be very fine as well, up until her untimely death, that is.
Not terribly surprisingly, Titus was taken by the sea since almost birth. Watching the colorful galleys slip gracefully in and out of the port city of Gulltown as a boy was perhaps the most influential experience of his life. He lived his who life dreaming of the day he might take command of a ship of his own, but not one of the fat hulled merchants that were his families livelihood, but a sleek corsair or a mean galleon, like those that sometimes visited from White Harbor. His father, though he never discouraged Titus from following his dream, did burden him with far more studying than he would have liked. A quick learner, by age ten he was able to easily converse with many of Gulltown's visiting sailors in Valaryian, which pleased him, because he loved their colorful stories of exotic women and distant lands, mermaids and whores and most of all adventure.
Upon his eleventh name day, Lord Richard arranged for Titus to be squired by his uncle, Ser Albreth Manderly. "You'll learn the ways of the sea and the ways of a knight, and you'll take both lessons well, or you'll answer to me," his father told him, as he boarded his uncles galleon, the Northern Hammer, to begin his new life. The next six years were a blur of excitement and boredom, blistered hands, coughs, drained cups and rambunctious women. Ser Albreth was as loose and jovial as his father had been stern and calculating. His days were spent on deck training with the sword, mending lines and singing bawdy songs with, "the boys" as his uncle called the crew, and serving meals to the ship's officers. His nights were spent drinking beneath the stars, reading by candle light and nursing his beat up body. Though he never grew to look it, he became very tough, a man of the sea, as if their was salt in his very soul.
Not long before his eighteenth name day, Titus made a name for himself in a skirmish with a small, but very ambitious pirate fleet in the Bay of Crabs. Titus found himself face to face with their Captain in the struggle, a one-eyed Summer Islander of some reputation. He was cut across the belly by the razor sharp single-edged sword of the pirate, but felled the older man with a bone crushing slash through the shoulder. In light of his skills and accomplishments, he was knighted on his name day by Ser Albreth.
Afterwards, he returned, feeling quite triumphant, to Gulltown. He was met with news of an engagement to Elinor Dustin, a girl who was rumored to be quite comely, though he'd never met her. The two were wed shortly there after, and Titus felt as though his life was complete. He'd earned his spurs, he'd grown to be a more than capable seaman, and he had a wife as sweet as honey and as pleasing to behold as an ocean sunrise. A year later he held her cold body in his hands, and begged the Gods to tell him why. They didn't answer. He was left with a shaken faith and a sickly daughter, who died of a fever the following year.
He spent nearly a year in self pity, isolated, except for an ever present bottle, before finally being pulled rudely out of his rut by a visit from Ser Albreth. "The Hammer needs you, my boy, some of the boys miss your pretty face. They say you're as close to a maid as can be brought aboard without inviting bad luck," he chuckled. "Take a tour as my first mate and you'll soon have a command of your own," he promised. Titus was obliged to accept the offer, and put back to sea a day later.
Upon returning home, Titus was given command of a small fleet tasked to assist Prince Benjen Stark in the hunt for Cassadar. After an encounter with blood magic, which he considered himself lucky to escape alive, he happily resumed his blockade. One clear, quiet night a small black hulled smuggler managed to run the blockade, not being spotted until he was far on the horizon. Ser Titus took after him, leaving the rest of his fleet to carry on with the blockade. Perhaps the small ship was aided by magic, because it should have been easily caught, but managed to out pace that faster war galleon. Leagues away, Ser Titus finally gave up the chase, but was set upon by a fleet of four black corsairs before he could rejoin his fleet. Unable to out run them, Titus was forced to offer battle. It was short and bloody and Titus was taken as a prisoner and brought to Sweetsister, where he remained imprisoned until Lord Manderly retook the Three Sisters from Harlan the Wolf. Having heard, even on Sweetsister, of the fate of his family, he has yet to reveal his identity, and can most often be spotted in the alehouses of White Harbor going by the name Wyl Buckets.
Character's Physical Description:
Titus stands a hair under six feet and is thin and malnourished. He has sandy brown hair that falls unkempt down the middle of his back. His beard is dark and tangled. Once handsome and well proportioned, the years of forced labor in captivity under cruel conditions have left him gaunt, tired and calloused.
Character's Reputation:
Known to be a fine swordsman and a reputable sailor, once the heir to great fortune and honor, now the heir to a legacy of treachery and defeat. Though, truth be told, Titus has no reputation, as he has been presumed dead for the last three years.