Noel Wulfgar

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Name: Noel Wulfgar

Alias: Raging Tiger

Age: 17

Place of Birth: Storm's End

Current Place of Residence: Tempest Gate

House: Wulfgar; Sworn to the Baratheon

Family:
Father: Gordon Wulfgar - Deceased 67
Mother: Fiona Wulfgar (Storm) - 54 [Open]
Uncle: Victor Wulfgar (NPC) 48
Sister: Victoria Wulfgar 24
Brother: Silas Wulfgar 26
Brother: Azrael Wulfgar 22
Cousins to Baratheon family

Appearance: He has short black hair that is kept very neatly, almost giving him the appearance of what would seem to be a pretty boy look, but he's far from that. He has a slightly darker tint to his skin, unlike his other siblings, that is mostly from all that training out in the yards with his weapon master.

Garb: Noel Wulfgar's normal garb consists of dark navy blue pants, with brown wolf fur boots that come up to his knees. He sports a white, sleeveless shirt underneath his black tunic. He wears a rather long, blue surcoat that has a white design on the front that reminds one of tribal markings that falls down the length of the surcoat across his chest. On the back of this surcoat is the sigil of his House. His hands are covered by brown, mole skin gloves that are fingerless on the end to provide him with better grip and feeling when dealing with his own weapons. He always dons a Shadowskin cloak when the colds of winter sets in. However, if the weather is pretty humid or just fair he prefers his surcoat.

Noel is also seen as a very flashy dresser. While he can be seen in some of the more noticeable furs: the Shadowcat, wolf fur and moleskin, Noel has a major love for feline fur as he sees it as a tribute to his House. Noel likes dark colors and he tends to always enjoy having at least the half-signa lightning bolts of his House on his clothes.

Height: 6'0

Weight: 190 lbs.

Personality: Noel seems serene and apathetic towards other people, even when he is deeply conflicted. He is also calm, even in battle, and is hardly surprised by even the most drastic of actions. Ironically, when he was younger, he was quick to anger and irrational. However, with his time with his sister, Victoria, he had obtained a measure of control. Though, Noel's rage still seemed to seeped out during heated moments of conflict. He was a force to be reckoned with; he was afterall known as the "Raging Tiger." The rage he carried when pushed to the edge most often lead to conflicts with other knights. The conflicts often started because Noel believed in his decision and would always stand by it. Noel is one to uphold his views no matter what is presented in front of him. His family is and important thing to him and this allows one to notice, as well as appreciate, the amount of effort that goes into protecting what is dear to him. The young man is truly a warrior of added strength and now he continues to make way, gaining a full understanding of his current state. Noel adapts when needed, but his carelessness seems to be faked at times to put his comrades at ease.

Noel is of Wulfgar descent; a complicated character. The most important philosophy to Noel's life is the one his mentor espouses: “that the best way to live life is by one's emotions,” a philosophy he holds with him till this day. However, he also believes that being emotional on the battlefield will only result in heartbreak, so soldiers need to be able to fight without caring about their opponents. Noel is actually a very kind-hearted young man, but he keeps his emotions tightly reined in while fighting. His cold, stoic demeanor seems more fitting for a battle hardened veteran than a seventeen year old boy.

Some would call Noel something of a enigma. Thoughtful, and sensitive to others, Noel holds himself to the highest ideals, but does not expect the same of others. Ever alert for treachery and danger, he speaks little but is apt to be politer(if terse) in his dealings. A perfectionist who yearns to be accepted into places and groups to make friends widely, Noel is haunted by the danger he brings to those he befriends thanks to the scrutiny of the other Houses, such as the Baratheons, that waits for his older brother to bend the knee and pledge fealty to them. Although aloof and apathetic at times, he can be open and warm to those, if and only if, they take the right route in getting to know him..

Likes:

[*]All forms of swordplay

[*]Tales of Dragons, Wildling's Lore, Stories of Rangers, White Walkers, and Magic

[*]He has a fondness for erotic, as well as exotic women

Dislikes:

[*]One of the things Noel dislikes the most is the Lannister's betrayal of the Iron Throne when they murdered the Mad King and deceived the throne in thinking they were coming to help at the invasion of King's Landing, but later betrayed the Targaryeons. That said, what would stop them from doing it again. That was how Noel felt about the Lannisters and he held that against them even till this day. Plus, who says a tiger gets along with a lion.

[*]He dislikes those who treat bastards as if they were meant to be outcasts of the world. That is one thing that truly gets to the youngest of the Wulfgar familly is seeing the way the world treats these children who can't help their fate. Especially when a noble man of a higher standing fathers a child with another woman who isn't their wife and then merely ignores them. That's one thing that Noel can't stand. Noel's mother was a high born bastard of house Baratheon. After finding out about this, the Raging Tiger took a hard look at how bastards were treated in general.

Often he’d hear the servants and even sometimes the prattling of his older brother Azrael go on about such information he had no business hearing, such as the beginnings of their mothers life or bastard children that other lords, and common folk had made the mistakes of having. In fact as a boy Noel trained, or rather the society trained his little mind to hate, mistreat and otherwise pay a poor bastard no mind. He was young, and was not until he himself heard that his mother was a bastard that he realized his wrong! The mother he loved was kind, gentle, beautiful, and a lady through and through- he’d take the life of a high-born lord for insulting his mother!

The thought that there could be others like his mother out there being mistreated brought sadness, disgust, and utter shame to the boy whom was growing now and coming to his senses about the world, and that’s when he decided that he would make place for those poor bastards under his wing

[*]Noel dislikes when people show the Night's Watch no respect. He feels that they are some of the most important people in the world. He notices that they aren't allowed to help other kingdoms or even the realms when trying times fall upon Westeros. This troubles Noel, he feels that if the Night's Watch were to come by his home and ask for a place to stay, he'd offer them one. They deserve it. Noel treats all men of the Night's Watch with the utmost respect and one day he hopes to visit them. So to all who treat them as thieves, Noel treats them as true knights who hold a higher honor than some of the Knights within the realms. From the very moment he was able to understand the new tongue Noel would often flock to his mother’s side to hear the old stories, she would speak of legends, heroes, and briefly stories of the Night’s Watch would ever caress his ear and fill him with a sense that can only be described as… intoxicating. He was fascinated with the world beyond the wall! Though he lived in closed walls he thought the world a full course meal yet plotted with ingredients.

Weapons: Longsword, Dirk, Crossbow, Throwing Daggers

Longsword Description

Afternoon Tiger, the "Sword of Tigers," is a marvelously castle forged longsword with a blade of bright, immaculate steel and a black guard worked to resemble a pair of male tigers circling the blade. The hilt is blue inlaid with more black, all wrapped in blue silk and capped with a white tiger's head bearing sapphire eyes and ivory teeth


Armour:Armor

The armor is very light, and it's made of well treated leather. The breast plate is black with lightning streaks coming over the shoulders. There is veil or mask that covers the lower half of Noel's face. Underneath the armor, a chain-mail shirt is worn which is long sleeves of black and blue. On the wrists are bracers that are also made of leather, and his hands are covered by black gloves that are cut off at the fingers. The gloves have four spikes that reach out over the knuckles. The front of the breastplate is designed with streaking lightning bolts that seem to be the embodiment of the tiger that graces the House signa. However, the streaks resemble lightning bolts instead of normal stripes. The center piece of the breastplate has a Tiger with it's maw open as if it's roaring. The belt is designed to perfection as it has two tigers on both sides vying for control over the center. There is standard pants that are apart of his full out tunic that are colored black and blue. A dirk rests on the backside of Noel's armor. His quiver of arrows lay low from the waist on the right. His longsword is sheathed on his left side. Underneath the leather flaps, there is a leather straps that hold his throwing daggers. The daggers are tucked away upside down to provide Noel ease in drawing them and using them efficiently. If he's out on the field and it's cold or awfully wet he'll adorn his Shadowcat Pelt Cloak. He has three sets of them.

Skills:

[*]The best swordsman in Tempest Gate and House Wulfgar. His prowess with the sword is well known throughout the Stormlands. The tales of his quickness and elusive strikes are beginning to reach out to the many eyes and ears of Westeros.

[*]He has shown his power and endurance needed to withstand a long battle as well. He is highly skilled with the sword. However, where his main focus is with the sword he is not as skilled in the use of his other weapons. However the dirk has became second nature to him. Noel's ability to throw daggers is pretty useful when needed, but he's still working on that even as we speak.

[*]The crossbow seems to be a better fit for him as he preferred to shape the battlefield in his favor quickly by being able to attack and get out. However, he is no stranger to the use of bows and arrows. His preference was just swords and bladed weapons.

Weaknesses:

[*]Although he holds a philosophical outlook on things. Noel's temper is very short which tends to lead him astray in decision making. Thus, this type of act isn't a good sign of a leader.

[*]He still has a lot of room to grow before he is considered to be a great leader, which he may come to prove when his brother calls for his duty as future leader of House Wulfgar. He attempts to answer the call, but his mind isn't quite ready for the issues and commands of battle tactics.

[*]Noel Wulfgar's combat style relies on controlling the fight with his technique, an opponent that puts him on the defense and forces him to rely on his less honed instinct over his technique would hold an advantage over him.

History: When Noel was conceived to the family of Wulfgar, he was a blessing or so it seemed in the light of the Seven He was born at Storm's End instead of their castle hold at Tempest Gate. His mother and father had ventured to Storm's End that evening and that was when the young lord of Tempest Gate decided it was time for his intro to the world. He was a beautiful baby and when his father looked down at the young cub he saw another him, but a more fiercer cub than he would ever be. He was beginning to think of a name to bestow the young cub. His beloved mother was the one who brought up Noel. Thus he was named Noel Wulfgar. Noel was then brought back to Tempest Gate, a week later after his mother regained her strength. The two set out for Tempest Gate and there they were welcomed by all their patrons. The young boy had strong lungs as he cried quite a bit, but when his sister Victoria came up asking to hold him it was as if she had placed some secret method of silencing him, but it was something more as Noel looked up her and smiled.

His parents arrived at the hold at Tempest Gate and they would head into their home immediately. They had a young lord on their hands. Would he take after his mother or his father? That was one question that was raised throughout the stronghold of Tempest Gate. The two older brothers were glad to have another male in the family. One in particular was always known to visit Noel's room to read when everyone was asleep. That brother would be Rael who seemed to have a thing for knowledge. Silas came around to make sure Noel was doing good, but the majority of times the one that held him often was his sister, Victoria. His family was pretty close knit at the time and as time continued to flow the subtle changes began to show that the new generation of the Wulfgar had some promise.

At the tender age of eight, Noel would experience his first parting from a family member ever. That was his older brother Rael who would leave with their uncle. Noel didn't know how to take it, but there was tears in the corner of his eyes as he watched his brother leave Tempest Gate. He wasn't ever sure if he would see him again, but there was a sturdy hand that dropped on his shoulder, which belonged to his older brother Silas who assured him that Rael would come back someday. Then, Victoria also had words of encouragement for Noel. She made sure he remembered their words which were, "Unrivaled Storm." Noel kept the saying close to him and she reminded him that he would have to be strong to protect them and Tempest Gate.

Over time, as he began to understand the situation and his own station within the house, things started to make sense as he began to see things differently. They were all beginning to fill the roles that were left behind for them as time continued to pass through the hour glass. Noel was just now understanding that he would have a major role in it all as well. Thus, Noel had begun his training at a very young age. The Master of Arms, Lan Mandoragon saw great potential in Noel as he taught him how to use the sword, dirk, throwing daggers, and the crossbow. Even though Noel showed great promise with all kinds of weapons there was a particular weapon he refused to have any part in trying to learn. That weapon was the same one his brother had came to use as his favorite, the spear. Noel didn't want to follow in Silas's footsteps. Instead, he would carve his own name and his own legacy with the sword. He knew of a few others who were well known for their skills: Ser Barristan Selmy and Jamie Lannister.

When he was still a boy at the tender age of fifteen, he was truly showing the aptitude in swordsmanship. However, Lan had always stated that the way Noel moved reminded him of a feral tiger fighting till the end. So instead of trying to change the way he moved about and defended himself, the Master of Arms had an idea to put to the test. He began showing Noel how to be quick and nimble, but at the same time a very elusive attacker who focused more so on feints and setups to get his opponent off balance, thus, taking full control of any given situation and pressing them. The training was hard and vigorous, but as he pressed through, he began to see things differently. He walked off the training grounds one night and was traveling along the roads alone. Something he had grown accustomed to doing sometimes after a hard day with Lan. He found himself attacked by three bandits who had been staking out the place. They saw Noel as a opportunity to capture and hold for ransom, but they never thought about how skilled the young boy was at his young age.

Training with Lan had made him a hard man and one who didn't hesitate to accomplish what was needed on the battlefield. He defended himself when he was out alone that night trying to reign in his many straying thoughts. The bandits were looking for a easy target and found themselves a well trained swordsman. They quickly met their doom as he displayed his skills with the sword and throwing daggers. He would return home with food that night and some skins of ale for everyone. He didn't question any of them, he had grown cold to the world around him. People weren't acting like themselves, but he did have two people he could count on here at Tempest Gate. Those two were his siblings, Silas and Victoria. Silas was like a idol to Noel and Victoria was the one he could talk to about anything.

During that trying time that had all but encompassed the great Westeros with Eddard's death, left Noel with him scratching his head. It arose questions about the need to worship such a king as the one that was now taking over King's Landing, this Joffrey Baratheon who was proclaiming himself as king, but from the words of the peasants and others' who had visit the capital, he sounded more and more like the second coming of the Mad King.

Then, that dreadful day came when he had to watch another of his family leave him. This time it was Silas. Just when he felt like his heart had sunk low, Victoria came by again as she normally did. This time she was assuring him that they all would be together again. Noel knew what she was saying it was time for them to get ready to head out to King's Landing. However, during his talks alone the pledging of their allegiance with Joffrey Baratheon wasn't how him and his sister felt. Stannis was the rightful king and true heir to the Iron Throne. However, there was always a time when a man must do what needs to be done and being bound by honor was like having chains wrapped around one's neck. Noel enjoyed the thought of being free. Freedom was what all men should desire, but there were very few who would even fancy the thought of speaking out on such a thing.

Noel was now at that ripe age of seventeen. He was now called to the forefront of battle to help defend the Mud Gate from the man who he felt was the true king, Stannis Baratheon. The first name that came to mind when he heard word of the battle at Mud Gate was his brother. He was blinded by rage, but he wouldn't dare allow his brother to fall helping Lannisters. Noel and Victoria gathered their troops and marched for King's Landing without a minute to spare. They arrived just in the nick of time to assist his brother as well as a large front that had turned the tides to the battle. The Wulfgars joined the battle to save King's Landing from being sacked by Stannis Baratheon, the brother of the late king, Robert Baratheon.

Victoria strongly believed that the true and rightful king of Westeros was Stannis Baratheon. It was indeed sad to be fighting against the man whom they should be in service to, but the world was indeed falling apart. The world wasn't the same before he was raised in the family. It was fairly different, but the only thing he had that he trusted was family. After the battle was settled and reparations were being handed out to handle the siege that was attempted on King's Landing, Noel and his family had a surprise visitor who arrived back bearing gifts. The surprise on Victoria and Silas face revealed that it was their brother who had finally returned. He looked at Noel and handed him a suit of armor that fit his style of fighting. He walked up and gave him a hug, it had been a long time as he watched him walk out of Tempest Gate. The family was brought back together and the full strength of House Wulfgar could be placed on display. The Tigers were loose in the Stormlands. Noel knew in order to be known as a force to be reckoned with his relationships with his family has to be up to par. He had a goal in life to become the greatest swordsman in all of Westeros. That was the prime goal and he sought to turn Westeros into a place where bastards could also reign in due time. He would give them a home and welcome them into his arms only if they pledged their loyalty to not the Iron Throne, but to the House Wulfgar, make their vows to serve him and his family till their days end. This is where Noel Wulfgar's story begins...



RP Sample: Sweaty and tired, sore and bruised, this was the life of Noel Wulfgar after his training with the weapons master. The youngest of the Wulfgar family had been put through the ringer on this day. He had a very promising future ahead of him, the weapon master told him and that he was progressing along better than his siblings. Noel wasn’t sure how to take those compliments, but he just inspired to be even better. If anything he hated most who were to be considered the “little one” and thus, he pushed himself harder than all the others. He slowly begin to cross through the yard and make his way towards his own chambers. He placed his hand up on the sturdy wooden doors, and gently pushed apart the doors. His body ached with the rigorous training that was given to him by Lan.

Lan was a hard man and a versitile master at arms. He had been the one to train Silas and he said he saw greater potential in Noel. The problem with Noel was that his arrogance could be the death of him. Still, as Lan watched the young lord go into his quarters there was a smile on his face. Noel looked around his quarters, there emerged a black feline, a quarter of his height padding along the room. Noel smiled as she walked up towards him, and began to rub against his leg. He squated down and begin to ruffle her fur between her shoulders as Guen began to purr softly. He wrappped her up in a hug and held her tight, whispering in her ear, "Did you miss me, Guen?" He had grown quite fond of the cat and was surprised that everyone allowed him to keep it, but it was like a gateway for him to reveal his true emotions at times.

The young lord got up from sitting with the cat and headed towards where his bath was waiting. He turned back where Guen stood looking at him curiously.

"I'll be back, shortly. I have much to tell you and it seems much to learn according to Ser Mandoragon," he said softly to Guen. He grabbed his cloths and head for the room where his bath awaited. His bare feet padded along through the hold as he made a turn and one of the maids looked at him with a knowing wink. Noel returned the wink with a smile as he paused for a second and took the woman's hand, kissing it softly, and then releasing it to go on his merry way. He had always been a ladies man in some way, but mostly because he felt that being friendly was the best way to be. Most women tended to take his friendly nature towards them as a form of flirting which was not the case. The young lord finally entered into his bath chamber, when a very voluptuous woman appeared and just stared at him. Her eyes fell down to the young lord's crotch and she backed up. She was giving him instructions with her words, but she also had a very lewd smile on her face. Of course, Noel would be happily to oblige as he dropped his pants and removed his clothes.

"Are you to join me," he asked sheepishly as he began to step into the very, warm bath water. When, he turned around after settling in, the bath water seemed to instantly get rid of his weariness from his training. He noticed that she had already dropped her cloths and followed him into the waters as well. She looked at him with a smile and merely nodded. Noel didn't need to say anymore as he placed his arms around her and brought her close, "I take that as a yes." The two talked some and swapped tongues, all while enjoying the fancies of the flesh. Noel so enjoyed his life as a young lord and he enjoyed the women even more.



++OOC Info++
Player: Noel
Other characters played: Only one so far
Any plans in mind for the character? The Game changer of House Wulfgar. One who finds out more of his bloodline and even goes as far as seeking glory through heroic deeds. Honorable warrior far and wide...His name resounding in Westeros as the best sword in the lands. I also seek to duel Jamie Lannister as well.
Do you agree to the rules: Yes
Who invited you to the site? Silas Wulfgar