Jaren Blackwood {Finished}
Jun 2, 2013 20:33:41 GMT
Post by Jaren Blackwood on Jun 2, 2013 20:33:41 GMT
Name: Jaren Blackwood
Age: 30
Place of Birth: Raventree Hall
Current Place of Residence: Raventree Hall
House: House Tully
Family:
Father - Arlys (Deceased)
Mother - Ania (Deceased)
Brother - Aric (28 Yrs.)
Brother - Randar(25 Yrs.)
Sister - Katryn(23 Yrs.)
Wife - Cryssara
Appearance:
Garb: Woolen doublets sometimes colored in reds or blues, trousers and knee high black, leather boots
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 190lbs
Personality: Jaren is driven by the desire to achieve and better himself by becoming a better leader as a warrior on the battlefield, and to his family and loyal subjects as the Lord of House Blackwood. Believing in the integrity of honor and being ar respected noble.
Many of his decisions will be influenced either on the opportunity to improve or to prove (to himself) his existing skills. One of these ways is by reading his books on combat and tactics.
He is generally a calm individual, though will become impatient when his commanders or advisors continue to press a matter of which he's already made a decision on. Once he decides on military matters. That's not to say he doesn't listen to their counsel as he has utter respect for them. Though, in the matter of the use of spies, Jaren isn't comfortable with them, nor does he trust them. In battle he is adored by his commanders, and will lead his troops into battle, riding up and down the lines encouraging them with words of encouragement. He can be impatient in the wait for the right time to proceed as he's an offensive commander rather than defensive in his tactics.
He is personable enjoying a good laugh, charming with the ladies, and enjoys feasting and drinking mulled wine or even ale. And the more he drinks Jaren becomes more lucid in his mannerisms. Not one to carry out a lengthy conversation, Jaren will talk about hunting, ideas and theories on how to put an end to the Lannisters, as well as doting over his wife of whom he adores. He has a high libido that needs satisfying, and on long trips away from the castle on business or battle, or even one of the House servants, he'll take other women to bed for nothing more than satisfying his primal needs. As most men will. However, he doesn't like pushy, aggressive women, and isn't won't to force himself on another woman, usually accomplishing his conquests simply with his charming, romantics ways.
He's not arrogant as a warrior and strives to improve his battle skills. In doing so, Jaren will participate in tournaments which he likes to hold at Raventree Hall whenever he can. As well regular swordplay with his commanders. Seemingly a passive individual, Jaren will become defensive and quick to anger with rebellious or crude individuals. And, won't hesitate to respond in kind, or even break a jaw when he's been insulted. On more than one occassion, he sent a lesser lord from his home at sword point and a broken nose at threat of taking his title and lands, when he assaulted the personal servant of his wife in a drunken stuper. Being drunk is never an excuse for acting a barbarian in his eyes.
He continues to worship the Old Gods of the Forest as his ancestors before him; he is tolerant of other beliefs and has no interest in converting others, but, will defend his beliefs when others chastise or disgrace his family for their religious ways. Those around him will notice that he likes to sit by the hearth humming battle tunes while cleaning and repairing his weapons and armor. He'll also seem to be lost in himself at times while walking the halls of the keep as he analyzes and contemplates issues.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: A longsword hangs at his side accompanied by a matching dagger. In battle Jaren carries a shield with the house sigil sketched on it, hung at his back
Armour: Generally wears his armor of chainmail and a hardened leather breastplate with leather arm bracers, both inscribed with the House design of a flock of ravens flying around a dead weirwood tree.
Skills:
Long Bow
Longsword
Combat Lore
Hunting
Horsemanship
Weaknesses:
Quick Tempered - Will not stand by while himself or his family are disrespected and will show force if necessary. If he sees a weaker person being beaten for no reason other than their inability to defend themselves, Jaren may become enraged and beat the attacker senseless to the point of having to be pulled by house soldiers.
Remorseless - Captured traitors, spies or deserters in the face of the enemy are swiftly dealt with by execution, of which Jaren has no qualms dealing the blow himself. He'll not question whether he should've shown mercy.
History: The oldest of four children, there was the normal bickering and sibling rivalry that goes on. Though, Jaren's younger brother, Randar, was one of those kids made life for his brothers and sister just a little more miserable. His parents noticed that Randar seemed to target Jaren for reasons they never understood. He refused to share his toys, and constantly picked fights with the bigger brother. Which, wasn't smart seeing Jaren usually ended up pinning Randar more times than not. Randar saw Jaren as being better than him at everything, try as he might to show him and always failed. This fueled his hatred for Jaren, which became worse the older they became. Then as if the Gods were punishing the family, disaster struck. All within a few years of each other.
The first event being Aric, the second of the three brothers, was killed during escort duty for a caravan to a nearby town when attacked by bandits. Next, their mother had died from an illness, and their father some time after that, had slipped and fallen down some stairs during an inspection of the ramparts, resulting in internal injuries soon to die. Jaren realized he was the next heir to rule Blackwood Hall. Jaren was being readied for it by the courtiers and advisors and personal instructors all along, but he didn't want it like this. To see his father once strong as a bull and seemingly invincible, to suddenly wither away to only skin lying loosely on his bones was too much. Jaren spent many weeks in his chambers or just taking off on his horse. Figuring if he wasn't around it would prolong the death of his father.
Randar took advantage of both Jaren's show of weakness and their father's weakened state in both body and mind, wanting the the rule of Raventree for himself. Jaren didn't deserve it in his mind. He had his supporters which he brought with him one day to challenge Jaren for the throne while he was out in the yard practicing his sword skills with the Commander of the the guard, Ser Taran. Randar told his cohorts to hold back in the shadows until called, and he approached Jaren. Who thought it only him wanting to spar with him. Until Randar's attacks were less than friendly and deadly. Randar wasn't any match for Jaren's skills and size and was beginning to succumb. He yelled out and his friends swarmed the yard and Ser Taran. Ill planned as most hate filled attacks are, two were cut down by the armored, well skilled knight. The rest taken down by crossbowmen after Taran barked out an alarm. Aric arrived with more soldiers not knowing the extent of the alarm and surrounded Randar feeling pain of treason in his heart. He never understood what drove Randar to such hatred.
From that day forward, although he went against the advice of Ser Tarant and his father's advisors to exile Randar at the word of his brother's word to swear his loyalty to him, there was an unsettling peace between them that Jaren knew would eventually come undone. It was a matter of how and when. Randar was just biding his time to better plan something.
Aric swore to be Jaren's personal body guard from then on. Picking the personal guard of bannermen with the help of Ser Tarant.
Katryn, the youngest of the siblings, was the light of his life. He loved her dearly and spoiled her to no end. Jaren couldn't say no to his little sister. At first, when he married to his wife, Katryn was somewhat jealous, feeling his affections for her would wane. She was rather cold to his new bride for some time, but, they became fast friends always finding ways to make Jaren happy and keep each other happy when he was busy with Lordly matters.
Jaren would do his best to keep his family together and strong for the good of the House Blackwood as well as that of House Tully.
RP Sample: Lord Rellard grunted with pessimism. "You'll never make that shot, Lord Jaren. That stag is much too far and as soon as he catches wind of you, he'll be gone." His tightened the reins of his mount as it danced excitedly.
Jaren ignored the arrogant man, of which the only reason he invited him along on the hunt was more for business reasons than friendship. Though, he didn't mind his company compared to some. He tuned out the whisperings around him and drew up his well crafted long bow made of yew wood by his weaponsmith. Inhaling he held his breath as he closed one eye and carefully aimed at the huge beast nearly a hundred yards away. There was a slight breeze from the west, which he adjusted his aim, lifting his arm a little. Letting go, the arrow took flight in a subtle arch towards the target. When the stag jerked indicating Jaren had made good of his shot, it took off across the field. His smile was a little smug, he lowered his bow and looked at the displeased Rellard. "I believe you lost your bet, Milord. Again."
"So I did. Next time it's chess." Rellard grunted.
Jaren winced while he slung his bow over his shoulder across his back. "Och! No contest. I've no patience for staring at little wooden figures on a board trying to figure out how best to take another little wooden figure."
"It's really nothing different than planning tactics." Rellard stated with a shrug as the two men with their escorts headed to find their downed stag.
"At least with planning tactics for an actual battle, I know there'll be a Lannister I can blood my blade with." Jaren sneered at the thought.
"Good point."
An hour later, the stag was butchered and packed onto a mule for the evening's feast. The two Lords returned to Raventree Hall feeling elated at the successful hunt.
Player: Andrea
Other characters played: Larynne Baratheon
Any plans in mind for the character? Personal Plot perhaps?
Do you agree to the rules: Yes
Who invited you to the site? No one
Age: 30
Place of Birth: Raventree Hall
Current Place of Residence: Raventree Hall
House: House Tully
Family:
Father - Arlys (Deceased)
Mother - Ania (Deceased)
Brother - Aric (28 Yrs.)
Brother - Randar(25 Yrs.)
Sister - Katryn(23 Yrs.)
Wife - Cryssara
Appearance:
Garb: Woolen doublets sometimes colored in reds or blues, trousers and knee high black, leather boots
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 190lbs
Personality: Jaren is driven by the desire to achieve and better himself by becoming a better leader as a warrior on the battlefield, and to his family and loyal subjects as the Lord of House Blackwood. Believing in the integrity of honor and being ar respected noble.
Many of his decisions will be influenced either on the opportunity to improve or to prove (to himself) his existing skills. One of these ways is by reading his books on combat and tactics.
He is generally a calm individual, though will become impatient when his commanders or advisors continue to press a matter of which he's already made a decision on. Once he decides on military matters. That's not to say he doesn't listen to their counsel as he has utter respect for them. Though, in the matter of the use of spies, Jaren isn't comfortable with them, nor does he trust them. In battle he is adored by his commanders, and will lead his troops into battle, riding up and down the lines encouraging them with words of encouragement. He can be impatient in the wait for the right time to proceed as he's an offensive commander rather than defensive in his tactics.
He is personable enjoying a good laugh, charming with the ladies, and enjoys feasting and drinking mulled wine or even ale. And the more he drinks Jaren becomes more lucid in his mannerisms. Not one to carry out a lengthy conversation, Jaren will talk about hunting, ideas and theories on how to put an end to the Lannisters, as well as doting over his wife of whom he adores. He has a high libido that needs satisfying, and on long trips away from the castle on business or battle, or even one of the House servants, he'll take other women to bed for nothing more than satisfying his primal needs. As most men will. However, he doesn't like pushy, aggressive women, and isn't won't to force himself on another woman, usually accomplishing his conquests simply with his charming, romantics ways.
He's not arrogant as a warrior and strives to improve his battle skills. In doing so, Jaren will participate in tournaments which he likes to hold at Raventree Hall whenever he can. As well regular swordplay with his commanders. Seemingly a passive individual, Jaren will become defensive and quick to anger with rebellious or crude individuals. And, won't hesitate to respond in kind, or even break a jaw when he's been insulted. On more than one occassion, he sent a lesser lord from his home at sword point and a broken nose at threat of taking his title and lands, when he assaulted the personal servant of his wife in a drunken stuper. Being drunk is never an excuse for acting a barbarian in his eyes.
He continues to worship the Old Gods of the Forest as his ancestors before him; he is tolerant of other beliefs and has no interest in converting others, but, will defend his beliefs when others chastise or disgrace his family for their religious ways. Those around him will notice that he likes to sit by the hearth humming battle tunes while cleaning and repairing his weapons and armor. He'll also seem to be lost in himself at times while walking the halls of the keep as he analyzes and contemplates issues.
Likes:
- His wife
- The sanctity of an alliance
- Taking rides and picnicking with his wife
- Reading combat and history lore
Dislikes:
- The Lannisters
- Bad Weather
- Sailing the seas
- Treason
- Anyone who tries for the affection of his wife
Weapons: A longsword hangs at his side accompanied by a matching dagger. In battle Jaren carries a shield with the house sigil sketched on it, hung at his back
Armour: Generally wears his armor of chainmail and a hardened leather breastplate with leather arm bracers, both inscribed with the House design of a flock of ravens flying around a dead weirwood tree.
Skills:
Long Bow
Longsword
Combat Lore
Hunting
Horsemanship
Weaknesses:
Quick Tempered - Will not stand by while himself or his family are disrespected and will show force if necessary. If he sees a weaker person being beaten for no reason other than their inability to defend themselves, Jaren may become enraged and beat the attacker senseless to the point of having to be pulled by house soldiers.
Remorseless - Captured traitors, spies or deserters in the face of the enemy are swiftly dealt with by execution, of which Jaren has no qualms dealing the blow himself. He'll not question whether he should've shown mercy.
History: The oldest of four children, there was the normal bickering and sibling rivalry that goes on. Though, Jaren's younger brother, Randar, was one of those kids made life for his brothers and sister just a little more miserable. His parents noticed that Randar seemed to target Jaren for reasons they never understood. He refused to share his toys, and constantly picked fights with the bigger brother. Which, wasn't smart seeing Jaren usually ended up pinning Randar more times than not. Randar saw Jaren as being better than him at everything, try as he might to show him and always failed. This fueled his hatred for Jaren, which became worse the older they became. Then as if the Gods were punishing the family, disaster struck. All within a few years of each other.
The first event being Aric, the second of the three brothers, was killed during escort duty for a caravan to a nearby town when attacked by bandits. Next, their mother had died from an illness, and their father some time after that, had slipped and fallen down some stairs during an inspection of the ramparts, resulting in internal injuries soon to die. Jaren realized he was the next heir to rule Blackwood Hall. Jaren was being readied for it by the courtiers and advisors and personal instructors all along, but he didn't want it like this. To see his father once strong as a bull and seemingly invincible, to suddenly wither away to only skin lying loosely on his bones was too much. Jaren spent many weeks in his chambers or just taking off on his horse. Figuring if he wasn't around it would prolong the death of his father.
Randar took advantage of both Jaren's show of weakness and their father's weakened state in both body and mind, wanting the the rule of Raventree for himself. Jaren didn't deserve it in his mind. He had his supporters which he brought with him one day to challenge Jaren for the throne while he was out in the yard practicing his sword skills with the Commander of the the guard, Ser Taran. Randar told his cohorts to hold back in the shadows until called, and he approached Jaren. Who thought it only him wanting to spar with him. Until Randar's attacks were less than friendly and deadly. Randar wasn't any match for Jaren's skills and size and was beginning to succumb. He yelled out and his friends swarmed the yard and Ser Taran. Ill planned as most hate filled attacks are, two were cut down by the armored, well skilled knight. The rest taken down by crossbowmen after Taran barked out an alarm. Aric arrived with more soldiers not knowing the extent of the alarm and surrounded Randar feeling pain of treason in his heart. He never understood what drove Randar to such hatred.
From that day forward, although he went against the advice of Ser Tarant and his father's advisors to exile Randar at the word of his brother's word to swear his loyalty to him, there was an unsettling peace between them that Jaren knew would eventually come undone. It was a matter of how and when. Randar was just biding his time to better plan something.
Aric swore to be Jaren's personal body guard from then on. Picking the personal guard of bannermen with the help of Ser Tarant.
Katryn, the youngest of the siblings, was the light of his life. He loved her dearly and spoiled her to no end. Jaren couldn't say no to his little sister. At first, when he married to his wife, Katryn was somewhat jealous, feeling his affections for her would wane. She was rather cold to his new bride for some time, but, they became fast friends always finding ways to make Jaren happy and keep each other happy when he was busy with Lordly matters.
Jaren would do his best to keep his family together and strong for the good of the House Blackwood as well as that of House Tully.
RP Sample: Lord Rellard grunted with pessimism. "You'll never make that shot, Lord Jaren. That stag is much too far and as soon as he catches wind of you, he'll be gone." His tightened the reins of his mount as it danced excitedly.
Jaren ignored the arrogant man, of which the only reason he invited him along on the hunt was more for business reasons than friendship. Though, he didn't mind his company compared to some. He tuned out the whisperings around him and drew up his well crafted long bow made of yew wood by his weaponsmith. Inhaling he held his breath as he closed one eye and carefully aimed at the huge beast nearly a hundred yards away. There was a slight breeze from the west, which he adjusted his aim, lifting his arm a little. Letting go, the arrow took flight in a subtle arch towards the target. When the stag jerked indicating Jaren had made good of his shot, it took off across the field. His smile was a little smug, he lowered his bow and looked at the displeased Rellard. "I believe you lost your bet, Milord. Again."
"So I did. Next time it's chess." Rellard grunted.
Jaren winced while he slung his bow over his shoulder across his back. "Och! No contest. I've no patience for staring at little wooden figures on a board trying to figure out how best to take another little wooden figure."
"It's really nothing different than planning tactics." Rellard stated with a shrug as the two men with their escorts headed to find their downed stag.
"At least with planning tactics for an actual battle, I know there'll be a Lannister I can blood my blade with." Jaren sneered at the thought.
"Good point."
An hour later, the stag was butchered and packed onto a mule for the evening's feast. The two Lords returned to Raventree Hall feeling elated at the successful hunt.
++OOC Info++
Player: Andrea
Other characters played: Larynne Baratheon
Any plans in mind for the character? Personal Plot perhaps?
Do you agree to the rules: Yes
Who invited you to the site? No one
