Desmun Barrast
Jul 16, 2013 16:51:20 GMT
Post by Desmun Barrast on Jul 16, 2013 16:51:20 GMT
Name: Desmun Barrast
Age: 27
Place of Birth: The North, near Karhold
Current Place of Residence: The North, near Cerwyn
House: House Barrast, sworn fealty to great House Stark
Family:
Grandfather: Joren Barrast, deceased
Grandmother: Celia Snow, deceased
Father: Eugene Barrast, deceased
Mother: Lyla Marten,
Brothers: Darren Barrast, Deceased
Aeron Barrast,
Edmun Barrast,
Sisters: Ellia Barrast
Casella Barrast
Appearance:
Garb: Typically wears woolen and leather based clothing. This means neutral colors for the most part. Simple layered tunics and leather jackets or vests over long tabards. Usually wool pants of some sort and leather riding boots. Typically wears some sort of neutral colored cloak. If it's too hot for a cloak, he wears a brown riding jacket.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180 lbs
Personality:
He's got a different sense of humor, but can certainly blend it with the crowd he seems to be in. Whether it be city watch, tavern, stables, or around nobility.
He doesn't seem to care much for the actual' nobility'. Especially those of the south. Mostly seeing them pessimistically as people who take what they have for granted, and who don't use their time and money for things that they should. He tends to see most Courtly Knights as people who use their status as a shield to do do bad things and have the money to get away with it.
Other than this, he is an optimistic person who doesn't take no for an answer when there's something he wants.
It is said that Desmun would have been a great strategist had he the patience. Though his patience is not tantamount to having a bad temper. Desmun is just a type of person who prefers to act and sieze the moment, rather than 'wait and see'.
In conversation he is direct and succinct, in love he is passionate, and in all things he strives for honesty.
He has a history of growing up from nothing and having to work for what he has, so that's why he has the mentality he does. Because if he didn't succeed, he likely would not have survived.
Having grown up in military training has also given him a sense of gallantry and leadership.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: He has a typical heater shield with his house insignia on it, a light gray field with a black eagle on the top left corner, and a black wolf on the bottom right corner, separated in the middle by a navy diagonal stripe. This is more often than not left on his horse.
He wields a winged spear that has a long oc-tongue point of about 24 inches. Overall this spear is about 8ft long. This has thick rawhide wrapped around spots on the spear for him to weild easier. The shaft is made of a very strong wood, lacquered and coated with a jet black paint. This is a very robust spear which he tends to regularly
A black-brown hilted sword with steely accents. The crossguard is straight, and the pommel is circular. The blade is wide at the guard, and comes to a point after about 30 inches. This is a short broadsword he has usually kept at his left hip.
Dagger. Typical dagger with a swooping crossguard on his right hip- about 10in long.
Armour: He wears a dark chain hauberk under a Dark gorget with pieces of plate mail. Nothing too heavy, but nothing that will leave him too vulnerable, either. All of his armor is a dark colored metal, having a bit of a black-brown hue to it.
For Tourneys or full out war he wears a Bascinet type helmet with a flat visor, not one that points out. Dark steel colored cuirass and rounded pauldrons. His tassets are almost knee length. His cape is a grayish color to offset the dark and almost brown color of his armor.
Skills:
Martial prowess. Desmun is a keen fighter, and knows the basics of most martial weapons, though he excells with a spear. He can outmatch some of the better swordsman with his style of fighting. He doesn't only use it as a thrusting weapon, you see, as he also uses it like fighting with a quarterstaff. He is skilled with a sword, though fights more defensively, focusing on parries and deflections.
He's an excellent hunter and rider, and knows how to move through the wilderness swiftly and without leaving much trace.
He is knowledgeable in the lore and history of some of the world, learning as he had trained in the practice yard. Though his years of experience also on the battlefield has proven his worth. He knows what real conflict is like, and laughs at people who brag about fighting in tourneys.
Weaknesses: He can often be to harsh in judgement at first. Especialy of the nobility. This makes him very slow to trust people.
He'd make a great knight, if he were knighted. He's a northman and doesn't believe in the seven, so he was never knighted. This leaves him at a disadvantaged state with going south of the neck. He always liked the word "Ser" in front of names, but never really sought after it, seeing the worship of the Seven silly.
He will always seek action first, and waiting later. This can often get him into sticky situations. You name it, it's pretty self explanatory.
He is stubborn, a true northman in that he doesn't accept ideas he doesn't like at first.
He has a hard time looking into his future. He spends most of his time in the 'here and now', rather than planning for his future.
History:
Desmun was born into a smaller house of an impoverished noble, that sits close to the center of the North. This is by no means a powerful house, it is definitely a house that has been looked over. They are long time vassals of the North, mostly due to their close proximity to Winterfell, being the next closest from Cerwyn.
Desmun's father, and his father before him bent the Knee to the house Stark. Supporting them in their political affairs, assisting with taking up the sword against bandits, raiders, and broken men. Even marching against the Targaryen rule did house Barrast support the Starks. This is in fact how Desmun's father and eldest brother passed, killed in the war.
Desmun was fostering with House Reed of the crannogs for a few years before Robert's Rebellion began. Joren and Eugene, Desmun's Grandfather and Father, had made good friends with House reed, having done some work under them in years past for house Stark. Desmun was put into their care when his father was currently running the family after his grandfather passed away, and his eldest brother Darren was sort of the 'house heir' unspoken. Spreading the Barrast influence was what he was trying to do. Gain a little more renown if possible.
Desmun spent a lot of his childhood learning to hunt with bow and spear. Braving the marshes, and evading the lion-lizards that were fairly common. He had a close relationship to Howland Reed and his wife Jyana. This was when Howland and Jyana were still fairly young, and kept a closer ear to the happenings of Westeros.
Howland attended the Tourney at Harrenhal with Desmun, and Desmun was off inspecting Howland's gear when Howland was being accosted by other nobles, having been defended by the Starks. After this point, Howland took on Desmun as more of a 'squire' role, maybe seeing if this would let him feel more... Lordly. Desmun was now eleven, after all. This was Desmun's first tourney, and he was completely enamored by the display of skill in the melees and at the tilt. The joust wasn't his favorite, but he did cheer for Brandon Stark, Yohn Royce, and the Frey Member, he couldn't remember his name.
Though they travelled back to Greywater Watch. It was here that Howland brought up that Desmun should be better taught as a squire. Reed didn't have any knights, or masters at arms, it was a good time to start, and this would gain the favor of more than just a few houses around the North, who of course had the best relations with the Neck.
Though just a year later, Robert's Rebellion began. Howland and Desmun went to fight in the war, as did Desmun's Father and eldest Brother. They all fought together with the Stark's army at the Battle of the Bells. They were running house to house looking to round up or kill forces of the Hand of the King, John Connington. They sent his forces scattering. Travelling further south with the Starks, they also fought at the Green Fork at the Battle of the Trident. This is where Desmun first had to kill a man. Proving himself to now Lord Howland.
It was here, after this battle that Desmun's father and eldest brother were killed. He didn't find this out until later, Lord Reed wanted to send him back home to the North to help his Family. Howland didn't have any children of his own, and could only imagine what they were going through. Plenty of families were being demolished, and having gotten to know this young boy, he didn't want that for his family. He didn't want the boys blood on his hands, nor did he want to be responsible for all the eligible men of the small house Barrast being killed. Desmun's protest that he would help his family by fighting in the war was lost cause, as he was still young. Angry, he took to the North back to his Farm and hunting Lodge owned by his family. He left with a group of Castle Black recruiters headed North on the road.
Arriving at home, he was divided. He loved his family dearly, but he wanted to help in the effort as his Brother, Father, and Grandfather did. This anger subsided to regret, though enjoyed the time he spent with his younger brother and sisters, as his mother's health started to come into question. She was a hearty woman, pretty, but stress was starting to show. Overseeing the care of a farm, as well as working in a hunting lodge kept her incredibly busy, as well as dealing with the death of her husband and eldest son. Desmun needed to be there to alleviate some of this, so he often worked on the farm with the other smallfolk, as his mother could work in the hunting lodge, which required less physical labor. Though even as he worked the farms, and spoke with travelling hunters and caravans, his mind always wandered back to the war.
He was 13 when the war had ended and he returned home, and all that time he had spent taking care of the farm, and honing his hunting skills further, using the tutelage that Howland Reed gave him in the moving islands of the swamps. Here and again he would get correspondence from House Reed of thanks and checking on well being. Though Desmun wasn't the best at writing, he did his best the send message back in time.
He had a quiet next several years, taking care of his now bed ridden mother, and teaching his younger siblings hunting and farming skills. Though this was subsided, as he was asked to join yet another Rebellion for his house in 289's Greyjoy Rebellion. Not seeing much choice in the matter, Desmun left his younger brother Aeron to take care of his mother, and since Aeron was only a year younger, he was quite capable of handling the affairs of their family while Desmun was gone.
Desmun fought under the Stark banner during the rebellion, quelling it after much bloodshed. He was tasked to help in the Siege of Pyke. This is where he got his famed spear he always carries with him, off a Greyjoy ship. It was here that some people claim they saw him slay a Greyjoy with the heavy spear taken from a boat. He neither confirms nor denies slaying Maron Greyjoy himself, though some of the other footmen claim the same thing. It was this rebellion that Desmun started gaining attention for his family name, and new lord Eddard Stark acknowledged him as a capable sworn sword.
Being the sworn sword that he was now, he was better funded and began purchasing bits and pieces of his current set of armor. Though this armor wasn't all for show, as he had to put it to use quite often in the untamed North.
His first task was a band of violent criminals calling themselves the Wolfwood Brotherhood. They were made up of many escaped wildlings, as well as several locals around the wolfwood who were growing restless in their evasion of the law for stealing cattle, and raiding villages and caravans. Desmun was charged by house Stark to hunt down and kill the outlaws for their crimes of rape, banditry, and murder uncountable.
It was damn near a siege on the forest, but almost two months later, the last of them were put to the sword. Guerrilla tactics proved invaluable, as did swift movement and vigilance. Desmun proved himself worthy after moving a group of untrained hunters under the guise of the forest to pick off an ambushing battalion of raiders.
After these deeds, Desmun and his House were gaining spotlight, and he was used as a regular taskmaster for some of the Starks dealings. Desmun was willing to do much more than some of the other sworn swords wouldn't touch- doing seemingly meaningless tasks for things the Starks were too indisposed to do themselves. Even the smallest acts can get a man noticed.
Unfortunately, Desmun has not been home as he had liked to bond better with his growing siblings. Dealing with a long raid of sailors and cutthroats at the White Knife. Desmun, and other Stark Bannermen were called to convince the pirates to go home, or sink their riverboats, before capturing them. It was almost a full year before the raids nearly stopped. Having done all they could do, House Stark gave them the go ahead to stop the attacks due to waning raids. This is the same time that King Robert Baratheon decided to take a trip to visit old friend Eddard Stark.
Desmun was not chosen to tread south with the other Stark Bannermen, though that was just fine with him, he would rather spend more itme with his family. It is this short time that he got to enjoy spending with his younger siblings at their farm and lodge. He then heard news days later of all the chaos that was happening in King's Landing... It was not pleasing news, and Desmun is keeping a ready eye on what happens next. He has been called upon again to assist the Stark Family, young Robb calling the shots from Winterfell.
Since the outbreak of war, However, Desmun has been a staunch supporter to the Stark Heir, Robb, as the King of the North. Even pledging his sword to him in person as a vassal.
RP Sample:
The rolling hills were so familiar to him. The green tucked beneath gathering bits of white snow shadowed by the many tall trees peppered around him. He lead a horse on foot through, as he was giving it a bit of a break, and he wanted to stretch his legs. This land was tended and taken care of by his family. He took care of it before he took favor as a sworn sword, as does his younger brother now, and his father before him. This was where his homestead was.
As he walked closer, his horse behind him, he saw figures come from the farmhouse entryway. A female figure. It peered and leaned over the small rail on the front porch then turned around toward the door. It looked like she may have shouted someting into the house before a few more figures emerged to stand outside.
This had to hav ebeen his brother, and his nephews. He smiled as they came into better view. His Brother and his wife watched on as their two young children ran after their uncle Desmun. He heard their commotion as they closed in on him, giggling and shouting his name.
"Uncle Desmun, Uncle Desmun!" they laughed as they charged clumcily to him. He let the horse's reigns go as he bent down to scoop the first little one to get to him with a feigned growl.
The kids laughed in unison, and Desmun chuckled a little as his youngest nephew latched around his neck.
"You're both getting so big!" he smiled, looking to the slightly elder child latched onto his leg. "You better watch that grip, little bear. You'll break my legs!" he smirked as he tossled the young ones hair. "It's good to see you two." He said as he lowered the youngest to the ground. "Now go get your Father." he said, as they chased each other up toward the small farmhouse.
It was enough to hold the four of them, barely comfortable. The others of the family lived close by in small shanties, just well enough to protect them from the cold.
He finally reached the fence where he tied his horse to before stepping up to the porch to give his younger brother a hug, and likewise to his new wife.
"I wasn't sure when I'd be able to see you again, Des'." His brother Aeron said,
"Well, I knew it wouldn't be long before I had to come back this way.." he smirked, and looked to the young lady, "Look at you, staying beautiful out here!" he smiled as she looked back at him and rolled her eyes.
"It's about time you found a lady of your own, Isn't it Desmun?" she asked, stepping into the doorway, it was here that Desmun noticed they were cooking. It smelled like hog. "Hopefully you don't find yourself off playing soldier too much."
"Oh come now, who could ever be lady enough for me?" he jested as she turned into the house again after exaggeratedly rolling her eyes.
Aeron slapped his hand on Desmun's shoulder, "It's good to see you, Brother. Is the North a safer place now that they have you doing the Stark's bidding?" It was a sarcastic remark. Aeron never felt happy that Desmun wasn't around much after their mother died. Desmun tossed Aeron a purse full of coin. Despite Aeron's disdain, he 'was' thankful that Desmun tried to help in his own way.
"It's different these days. People don't seem to be raiding the same way as they used to be. It just seems so much more despirate. Like everyone's getting afraid of something." Desmun shrugged his shoulders and removed his gloves, tucking them into his belt. "But I'm not going to be here long. I have to get back to Winterfell next week. We are being assigned more orders, and Lord Stark doesn't trust Ravens for this...." he nods, looking off into the dark horizon, the sun was starting to slowly set, and the glow of the hearth from the house behind him seemed to get brighter as it darkened elsewhere.
"Sounds pretty important." Aeron said, removing his hand from his brother's shoulder. He figured Desmun didn't want to talk about this, and just enjoy time here while he had it. "Come in. Myrah is preparing our supper, rack of lamb and herbs.
"More than thankful, little Brother." he said as he turned to the door, motiong his brother to enter first.
"I know." he gave a retort with a backhanded slap to his brother's belly as he crossed into the farmhouse.
Player: Greider
Other characters played: none yet
Any plans in mind for the character? Sure. Having the character grow and Marry, and make the house more than just Bannermen, but a small Noble House, still swearing fealty to the North.
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Age: 27
Place of Birth: The North, near Karhold
Current Place of Residence: The North, near Cerwyn
House: House Barrast, sworn fealty to great House Stark
Family:
Grandfather: Joren Barrast, deceased
Grandmother: Celia Snow, deceased
Father: Eugene Barrast, deceased
Mother: Lyla Marten,
Brothers: Darren Barrast, Deceased
Aeron Barrast,
Edmun Barrast,
Sisters: Ellia Barrast
Casella Barrast
Appearance:
Garb: Typically wears woolen and leather based clothing. This means neutral colors for the most part. Simple layered tunics and leather jackets or vests over long tabards. Usually wool pants of some sort and leather riding boots. Typically wears some sort of neutral colored cloak. If it's too hot for a cloak, he wears a brown riding jacket.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180 lbs
Personality:
He's got a different sense of humor, but can certainly blend it with the crowd he seems to be in. Whether it be city watch, tavern, stables, or around nobility.
He doesn't seem to care much for the actual' nobility'. Especially those of the south. Mostly seeing them pessimistically as people who take what they have for granted, and who don't use their time and money for things that they should. He tends to see most Courtly Knights as people who use their status as a shield to do do bad things and have the money to get away with it.
Other than this, he is an optimistic person who doesn't take no for an answer when there's something he wants.
It is said that Desmun would have been a great strategist had he the patience. Though his patience is not tantamount to having a bad temper. Desmun is just a type of person who prefers to act and sieze the moment, rather than 'wait and see'.
In conversation he is direct and succinct, in love he is passionate, and in all things he strives for honesty.
He has a history of growing up from nothing and having to work for what he has, so that's why he has the mentality he does. Because if he didn't succeed, he likely would not have survived.
Having grown up in military training has also given him a sense of gallantry and leadership.
Likes:
- Riding, climbing, and being in the wilderness. He is a northman, and the elements of rain, wind, and snow don't typically bother him to any end. He's also fond of climbing, and mountaineering. He spent much of his childhood hunting and training in the outdoors.
- World Lore and Myths. Though mostly myth, because he didn't have time for the boring geography, he liked hearing more about the wars, and dragonslayers, and the like. He learned a little while fostering at the Neck in between hunting and training.
- His family. The Barrst family is very close, and Desmun is the eldest male in the family. He feels like he needs to take care of them, and his mother' waning health scares him. Though he hasn't been home as much as he'd like, the younger ones seem to understand and don't love him any less.
Dislikes:
- Disloyalty, liars, cheaters, and people who take advantage of others. He has a strong sense of honesty and justice. He despises crime in almost any instance, and he isn't very forgiving.
- Organized religion. He knows they have a place in society, but that doesn't mean he thinks that their clergy folk aren't as corrupt as the Nobility.
- Arrogance. Enough said, a popular comment of his is 'Arrogance and self awareness never go hand in hand'.
Weapons: He has a typical heater shield with his house insignia on it, a light gray field with a black eagle on the top left corner, and a black wolf on the bottom right corner, separated in the middle by a navy diagonal stripe. This is more often than not left on his horse.
He wields a winged spear that has a long oc-tongue point of about 24 inches. Overall this spear is about 8ft long. This has thick rawhide wrapped around spots on the spear for him to weild easier. The shaft is made of a very strong wood, lacquered and coated with a jet black paint. This is a very robust spear which he tends to regularly
A black-brown hilted sword with steely accents. The crossguard is straight, and the pommel is circular. The blade is wide at the guard, and comes to a point after about 30 inches. This is a short broadsword he has usually kept at his left hip.
Dagger. Typical dagger with a swooping crossguard on his right hip- about 10in long.
Armour: He wears a dark chain hauberk under a Dark gorget with pieces of plate mail. Nothing too heavy, but nothing that will leave him too vulnerable, either. All of his armor is a dark colored metal, having a bit of a black-brown hue to it.
For Tourneys or full out war he wears a Bascinet type helmet with a flat visor, not one that points out. Dark steel colored cuirass and rounded pauldrons. His tassets are almost knee length. His cape is a grayish color to offset the dark and almost brown color of his armor.
Skills:
Martial prowess. Desmun is a keen fighter, and knows the basics of most martial weapons, though he excells with a spear. He can outmatch some of the better swordsman with his style of fighting. He doesn't only use it as a thrusting weapon, you see, as he also uses it like fighting with a quarterstaff. He is skilled with a sword, though fights more defensively, focusing on parries and deflections.
He's an excellent hunter and rider, and knows how to move through the wilderness swiftly and without leaving much trace.
He is knowledgeable in the lore and history of some of the world, learning as he had trained in the practice yard. Though his years of experience also on the battlefield has proven his worth. He knows what real conflict is like, and laughs at people who brag about fighting in tourneys.
Weaknesses: He can often be to harsh in judgement at first. Especialy of the nobility. This makes him very slow to trust people.
He'd make a great knight, if he were knighted. He's a northman and doesn't believe in the seven, so he was never knighted. This leaves him at a disadvantaged state with going south of the neck. He always liked the word "Ser" in front of names, but never really sought after it, seeing the worship of the Seven silly.
He will always seek action first, and waiting later. This can often get him into sticky situations. You name it, it's pretty self explanatory.
He is stubborn, a true northman in that he doesn't accept ideas he doesn't like at first.
He has a hard time looking into his future. He spends most of his time in the 'here and now', rather than planning for his future.
History:
Desmun was born into a smaller house of an impoverished noble, that sits close to the center of the North. This is by no means a powerful house, it is definitely a house that has been looked over. They are long time vassals of the North, mostly due to their close proximity to Winterfell, being the next closest from Cerwyn.
Desmun's father, and his father before him bent the Knee to the house Stark. Supporting them in their political affairs, assisting with taking up the sword against bandits, raiders, and broken men. Even marching against the Targaryen rule did house Barrast support the Starks. This is in fact how Desmun's father and eldest brother passed, killed in the war.
Desmun was fostering with House Reed of the crannogs for a few years before Robert's Rebellion began. Joren and Eugene, Desmun's Grandfather and Father, had made good friends with House reed, having done some work under them in years past for house Stark. Desmun was put into their care when his father was currently running the family after his grandfather passed away, and his eldest brother Darren was sort of the 'house heir' unspoken. Spreading the Barrast influence was what he was trying to do. Gain a little more renown if possible.
Desmun spent a lot of his childhood learning to hunt with bow and spear. Braving the marshes, and evading the lion-lizards that were fairly common. He had a close relationship to Howland Reed and his wife Jyana. This was when Howland and Jyana were still fairly young, and kept a closer ear to the happenings of Westeros.
Howland attended the Tourney at Harrenhal with Desmun, and Desmun was off inspecting Howland's gear when Howland was being accosted by other nobles, having been defended by the Starks. After this point, Howland took on Desmun as more of a 'squire' role, maybe seeing if this would let him feel more... Lordly. Desmun was now eleven, after all. This was Desmun's first tourney, and he was completely enamored by the display of skill in the melees and at the tilt. The joust wasn't his favorite, but he did cheer for Brandon Stark, Yohn Royce, and the Frey Member, he couldn't remember his name.
Though they travelled back to Greywater Watch. It was here that Howland brought up that Desmun should be better taught as a squire. Reed didn't have any knights, or masters at arms, it was a good time to start, and this would gain the favor of more than just a few houses around the North, who of course had the best relations with the Neck.
Though just a year later, Robert's Rebellion began. Howland and Desmun went to fight in the war, as did Desmun's Father and eldest Brother. They all fought together with the Stark's army at the Battle of the Bells. They were running house to house looking to round up or kill forces of the Hand of the King, John Connington. They sent his forces scattering. Travelling further south with the Starks, they also fought at the Green Fork at the Battle of the Trident. This is where Desmun first had to kill a man. Proving himself to now Lord Howland.
It was here, after this battle that Desmun's father and eldest brother were killed. He didn't find this out until later, Lord Reed wanted to send him back home to the North to help his Family. Howland didn't have any children of his own, and could only imagine what they were going through. Plenty of families were being demolished, and having gotten to know this young boy, he didn't want that for his family. He didn't want the boys blood on his hands, nor did he want to be responsible for all the eligible men of the small house Barrast being killed. Desmun's protest that he would help his family by fighting in the war was lost cause, as he was still young. Angry, he took to the North back to his Farm and hunting Lodge owned by his family. He left with a group of Castle Black recruiters headed North on the road.
Arriving at home, he was divided. He loved his family dearly, but he wanted to help in the effort as his Brother, Father, and Grandfather did. This anger subsided to regret, though enjoyed the time he spent with his younger brother and sisters, as his mother's health started to come into question. She was a hearty woman, pretty, but stress was starting to show. Overseeing the care of a farm, as well as working in a hunting lodge kept her incredibly busy, as well as dealing with the death of her husband and eldest son. Desmun needed to be there to alleviate some of this, so he often worked on the farm with the other smallfolk, as his mother could work in the hunting lodge, which required less physical labor. Though even as he worked the farms, and spoke with travelling hunters and caravans, his mind always wandered back to the war.
He was 13 when the war had ended and he returned home, and all that time he had spent taking care of the farm, and honing his hunting skills further, using the tutelage that Howland Reed gave him in the moving islands of the swamps. Here and again he would get correspondence from House Reed of thanks and checking on well being. Though Desmun wasn't the best at writing, he did his best the send message back in time.
He had a quiet next several years, taking care of his now bed ridden mother, and teaching his younger siblings hunting and farming skills. Though this was subsided, as he was asked to join yet another Rebellion for his house in 289's Greyjoy Rebellion. Not seeing much choice in the matter, Desmun left his younger brother Aeron to take care of his mother, and since Aeron was only a year younger, he was quite capable of handling the affairs of their family while Desmun was gone.
Desmun fought under the Stark banner during the rebellion, quelling it after much bloodshed. He was tasked to help in the Siege of Pyke. This is where he got his famed spear he always carries with him, off a Greyjoy ship. It was here that some people claim they saw him slay a Greyjoy with the heavy spear taken from a boat. He neither confirms nor denies slaying Maron Greyjoy himself, though some of the other footmen claim the same thing. It was this rebellion that Desmun started gaining attention for his family name, and new lord Eddard Stark acknowledged him as a capable sworn sword.
Being the sworn sword that he was now, he was better funded and began purchasing bits and pieces of his current set of armor. Though this armor wasn't all for show, as he had to put it to use quite often in the untamed North.
His first task was a band of violent criminals calling themselves the Wolfwood Brotherhood. They were made up of many escaped wildlings, as well as several locals around the wolfwood who were growing restless in their evasion of the law for stealing cattle, and raiding villages and caravans. Desmun was charged by house Stark to hunt down and kill the outlaws for their crimes of rape, banditry, and murder uncountable.
It was damn near a siege on the forest, but almost two months later, the last of them were put to the sword. Guerrilla tactics proved invaluable, as did swift movement and vigilance. Desmun proved himself worthy after moving a group of untrained hunters under the guise of the forest to pick off an ambushing battalion of raiders.
After these deeds, Desmun and his House were gaining spotlight, and he was used as a regular taskmaster for some of the Starks dealings. Desmun was willing to do much more than some of the other sworn swords wouldn't touch- doing seemingly meaningless tasks for things the Starks were too indisposed to do themselves. Even the smallest acts can get a man noticed.
Unfortunately, Desmun has not been home as he had liked to bond better with his growing siblings. Dealing with a long raid of sailors and cutthroats at the White Knife. Desmun, and other Stark Bannermen were called to convince the pirates to go home, or sink their riverboats, before capturing them. It was almost a full year before the raids nearly stopped. Having done all they could do, House Stark gave them the go ahead to stop the attacks due to waning raids. This is the same time that King Robert Baratheon decided to take a trip to visit old friend Eddard Stark.
Desmun was not chosen to tread south with the other Stark Bannermen, though that was just fine with him, he would rather spend more itme with his family. It is this short time that he got to enjoy spending with his younger siblings at their farm and lodge. He then heard news days later of all the chaos that was happening in King's Landing... It was not pleasing news, and Desmun is keeping a ready eye on what happens next. He has been called upon again to assist the Stark Family, young Robb calling the shots from Winterfell.
Since the outbreak of war, However, Desmun has been a staunch supporter to the Stark Heir, Robb, as the King of the North. Even pledging his sword to him in person as a vassal.
RP Sample:
The rolling hills were so familiar to him. The green tucked beneath gathering bits of white snow shadowed by the many tall trees peppered around him. He lead a horse on foot through, as he was giving it a bit of a break, and he wanted to stretch his legs. This land was tended and taken care of by his family. He took care of it before he took favor as a sworn sword, as does his younger brother now, and his father before him. This was where his homestead was.
As he walked closer, his horse behind him, he saw figures come from the farmhouse entryway. A female figure. It peered and leaned over the small rail on the front porch then turned around toward the door. It looked like she may have shouted someting into the house before a few more figures emerged to stand outside.
This had to hav ebeen his brother, and his nephews. He smiled as they came into better view. His Brother and his wife watched on as their two young children ran after their uncle Desmun. He heard their commotion as they closed in on him, giggling and shouting his name.
"Uncle Desmun, Uncle Desmun!" they laughed as they charged clumcily to him. He let the horse's reigns go as he bent down to scoop the first little one to get to him with a feigned growl.
The kids laughed in unison, and Desmun chuckled a little as his youngest nephew latched around his neck.
"You're both getting so big!" he smiled, looking to the slightly elder child latched onto his leg. "You better watch that grip, little bear. You'll break my legs!" he smirked as he tossled the young ones hair. "It's good to see you two." He said as he lowered the youngest to the ground. "Now go get your Father." he said, as they chased each other up toward the small farmhouse.
It was enough to hold the four of them, barely comfortable. The others of the family lived close by in small shanties, just well enough to protect them from the cold.
He finally reached the fence where he tied his horse to before stepping up to the porch to give his younger brother a hug, and likewise to his new wife.
"I wasn't sure when I'd be able to see you again, Des'." His brother Aeron said,
"Well, I knew it wouldn't be long before I had to come back this way.." he smirked, and looked to the young lady, "Look at you, staying beautiful out here!" he smiled as she looked back at him and rolled her eyes.
"It's about time you found a lady of your own, Isn't it Desmun?" she asked, stepping into the doorway, it was here that Desmun noticed they were cooking. It smelled like hog. "Hopefully you don't find yourself off playing soldier too much."
"Oh come now, who could ever be lady enough for me?" he jested as she turned into the house again after exaggeratedly rolling her eyes.
Aeron slapped his hand on Desmun's shoulder, "It's good to see you, Brother. Is the North a safer place now that they have you doing the Stark's bidding?" It was a sarcastic remark. Aeron never felt happy that Desmun wasn't around much after their mother died. Desmun tossed Aeron a purse full of coin. Despite Aeron's disdain, he 'was' thankful that Desmun tried to help in his own way.
"It's different these days. People don't seem to be raiding the same way as they used to be. It just seems so much more despirate. Like everyone's getting afraid of something." Desmun shrugged his shoulders and removed his gloves, tucking them into his belt. "But I'm not going to be here long. I have to get back to Winterfell next week. We are being assigned more orders, and Lord Stark doesn't trust Ravens for this...." he nods, looking off into the dark horizon, the sun was starting to slowly set, and the glow of the hearth from the house behind him seemed to get brighter as it darkened elsewhere.
"Sounds pretty important." Aeron said, removing his hand from his brother's shoulder. He figured Desmun didn't want to talk about this, and just enjoy time here while he had it. "Come in. Myrah is preparing our supper, rack of lamb and herbs.
"More than thankful, little Brother." he said as he turned to the door, motiong his brother to enter first.
"I know." he gave a retort with a backhanded slap to his brother's belly as he crossed into the farmhouse.
++OOC Info++
Player: Greider
Other characters played: none yet
Any plans in mind for the character? Sure. Having the character grow and Marry, and make the house more than just Bannermen, but a small Noble House, still swearing fealty to the North.
Do you agree to the rules: Of course, yes, yes, and yes.
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