Willas Tyrell
Sept 2, 2012 18:26:53 GMT
Post by willastyrell on Sept 2, 2012 18:26:53 GMT
Name: Willas Tyrell
Age: 29
Place of Birth: Highgarden
Current Place of Residence: Highgarden
House: House Tyrell
Family: Mace Tyrell (Father)
Alerie Hightower (Mother)
Garlan Tyrell (Brother)
Loras Tyrell (Brother)
Margaery Tyrell (Sister)
Appearance:
Garb: Light clothes, made for comfort. They are in the colors of House Tyrell, using more green than gold. The clothes are meant to not restrict his movement even more than it is already.
Height:5' 11"
Weight: 160 lbs
Personality: Willas is a kind and cheerful man, always helping people to the best of his ability. He was raised to be a knight, and Lord of Highgarden, and tries to embody what a knight is. The fact that he will never be one has sunk in, but he doesn't feel like it should impact his ability to be kind. He is generous to all, and can often be found riding through Highgarden and chatting with merchants.
Willas feels no enmity towards Oberyn Martell for inflicting his debilitating injury, as it was a freak accident. There was a very small chance that Willas' foot would be caught in the stirrup, and even smaller that the force of the blow would throw the horse off-balance. They have stayed in correspondence, and Willas finds the Dornish insights on breeding the strongest horses quite interesting.
He is highly intelligent, and has devoted the majority of his time in recent years to studying. He is well-informed of the current status of the land, as well as multiple aspects of battle strategy. Willas is one of the most renowned horse-breeders in the South, and many lords and knights will travel to purchase the results of his efforts.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: As Willas would not do very well fighting with a sword, he prefers a bow. This is only really useful when fighting from horseback, otherwise he carries a dagger with him at all times.
Armour: Willas doesn't generally don a suit of armor, but when he does it is for generally ceremonial reasons. He is prepared to be called on as a general, and has commissioned a special armor piece for that. It is a deep green, with vines growing around all parts of the armor. There are blossoms on the back of the hands, and the helmet is a golden flower.
Skills: Willas is a man of above average intellect, and has a good grasp of rhetoric. He is a good shot with a bow, and a decent horseback sword fighter. His skill in breeding horses and birds of prey is known throughout Westeros, as well as his emerging talent as a battle commander in war games.
Weaknesses:
Crippled: Willas is crippled, his leg crushed by a horse during a tourney several years ago. He is still mobile, but relies heavily on a cane to move around, and is unable to ride very well.
Takes too many Risks: Willas, despite his very clear view of how things works, often takes unnecessary risks. These sometimes pay off, but most often backfire on him.
History: Willas was born the first son of Mace Tyrell, lord of Highgarden. He, along with his younger brothers, were all raised to be knights, and Willas absorbed the chivalrous traits of one very quickly, and often studied the histories of other knights during his free time. He would joke and climb with his younger brother, doing everything boys did. He learned to fight with sword and shield, and could often be found sparring in the yard.
Everything went normally for him, until Robert's rebellion. At this point, twelve years old, he was sent off to squire for Lord Tarly in the war. Willas learned fast, and would observe what Lord Tarly did during battle. This is where he picked up his talent for battlefield command, specifically being part of the Battle of Ashford. The Tyrells remained loyal to the last, only pledging loyalty to Robert Baratheon after the Targaryen were almost completely wiped out. Nothing of note happened for a few years in the life of Willas, and he carried on learn the arts of War and how to govern the Reach.
By the age of 19, he was set to compete in his first official tourney, not just practicing with others. He won his first two matches, and was then paired with the Red Viper of Dorne, Oberyn Martell. The Prince knocked him from his horse, and his foot was caught in a stirrup on the way down. The force of the blow pulled the horse down on top of the boy, and shattered his leg. He was unable to walk for a few months, and eventually the bones were able to withstand some pressure. He would never be entirely mobile, but he would be able to walk and barely ride. He trained a horse to respond more to arm control, and that is his chosen horse. Willas personally holds no grudge against Oberyn, but the rest of his family does. He would be no knight, but that didn't mean he couldn't be a Lord.
He poured his time and effort into scholarly pursuits, learning the history and science of the Reach. He learned how to breed the best horses, how to grow the best fruit. Willas did everything possible to convince Mace that he was still fit to rule.
RP Sample: The evening air was chilly on his skin, but the man wouldn't let it get to him. He was riding to Storm's end, several hours after his brothers. Willas Tyrell let out a smile, for all that he loved his brothers, they rushed too much. It would be fine for Willas to miss a few hours of unnecessary formalities, introductions and feasts that were only a taste for the planning that was to come later. The man wasn't particularly fond of feasts, but he did love being around people. The Stormlands were a place of varied environments, and the mountains were a grand spectacle. He had emerged into the foothills as the night began to fall, and he imagined how the lights at Storm's End must be glowing. He whipped the reigns of his horse, and it spurred forward, carrying him into the night. His guards followed close behind him, riding behind their commander.
Willas reached the castle as music began to play from one of the towers. It was awfully cheerful for a war meeting, and Willas smirked, knowing that a few of the people hosted here hadn't seen war, mainly his brothers. Willas had rode behind Randyl Tarly, attending to his every need whilst the vanguard of Mace Tyrell pushed on. That was 16 years ago, a distant memory, yet one still fresh in his mind. He had seen men with arrows sprouting from their bodies. Men were slashed almost in half, laying face down in the mud. This had been a shock to the twelve year old who had ridden off, and he came to accept it. War was Hell, and they were going to start another one.
He hobbled his way into the meeting hall of Storm's End, crippled leg dragging behind him. He had been riding for a long time, and now it was time to talk and eat. Willas' knights flanked him on both sides, making a bit of a scene. "I apologize for my lateness, Your Grace." he said, kneeling to the best of his abilities in front of the table.
Player:Snakebird
Other characters played: None at the moment
Any plans in mind for the character? Personal Plot perhaps?
Do you agree to the rules: Yes
Who invited you to the site? Nobody
Age: 29
Place of Birth: Highgarden
Current Place of Residence: Highgarden
House: House Tyrell
Family: Mace Tyrell (Father)
Alerie Hightower (Mother)
Garlan Tyrell (Brother)
Loras Tyrell (Brother)
Margaery Tyrell (Sister)
Appearance:
Garb: Light clothes, made for comfort. They are in the colors of House Tyrell, using more green than gold. The clothes are meant to not restrict his movement even more than it is already.
Height:5' 11"
Weight: 160 lbs
Personality: Willas is a kind and cheerful man, always helping people to the best of his ability. He was raised to be a knight, and Lord of Highgarden, and tries to embody what a knight is. The fact that he will never be one has sunk in, but he doesn't feel like it should impact his ability to be kind. He is generous to all, and can often be found riding through Highgarden and chatting with merchants.
Willas feels no enmity towards Oberyn Martell for inflicting his debilitating injury, as it was a freak accident. There was a very small chance that Willas' foot would be caught in the stirrup, and even smaller that the force of the blow would throw the horse off-balance. They have stayed in correspondence, and Willas finds the Dornish insights on breeding the strongest horses quite interesting.
He is highly intelligent, and has devoted the majority of his time in recent years to studying. He is well-informed of the current status of the land, as well as multiple aspects of battle strategy. Willas is one of the most renowned horse-breeders in the South, and many lords and knights will travel to purchase the results of his efforts.
Likes:
- Animal Husbandry
- Horse Riding
- Scholarly Pursuits
- Battlefield Strategy
Dislikes:
- People who look down on him for being crippled
- His disability
- Those without compassion for the common folk
- Laziness
Weapons: As Willas would not do very well fighting with a sword, he prefers a bow. This is only really useful when fighting from horseback, otherwise he carries a dagger with him at all times.
Armour: Willas doesn't generally don a suit of armor, but when he does it is for generally ceremonial reasons. He is prepared to be called on as a general, and has commissioned a special armor piece for that. It is a deep green, with vines growing around all parts of the armor. There are blossoms on the back of the hands, and the helmet is a golden flower.
Skills: Willas is a man of above average intellect, and has a good grasp of rhetoric. He is a good shot with a bow, and a decent horseback sword fighter. His skill in breeding horses and birds of prey is known throughout Westeros, as well as his emerging talent as a battle commander in war games.
Weaknesses:
Crippled: Willas is crippled, his leg crushed by a horse during a tourney several years ago. He is still mobile, but relies heavily on a cane to move around, and is unable to ride very well.
Takes too many Risks: Willas, despite his very clear view of how things works, often takes unnecessary risks. These sometimes pay off, but most often backfire on him.
History: Willas was born the first son of Mace Tyrell, lord of Highgarden. He, along with his younger brothers, were all raised to be knights, and Willas absorbed the chivalrous traits of one very quickly, and often studied the histories of other knights during his free time. He would joke and climb with his younger brother, doing everything boys did. He learned to fight with sword and shield, and could often be found sparring in the yard.
Everything went normally for him, until Robert's rebellion. At this point, twelve years old, he was sent off to squire for Lord Tarly in the war. Willas learned fast, and would observe what Lord Tarly did during battle. This is where he picked up his talent for battlefield command, specifically being part of the Battle of Ashford. The Tyrells remained loyal to the last, only pledging loyalty to Robert Baratheon after the Targaryen were almost completely wiped out. Nothing of note happened for a few years in the life of Willas, and he carried on learn the arts of War and how to govern the Reach.
By the age of 19, he was set to compete in his first official tourney, not just practicing with others. He won his first two matches, and was then paired with the Red Viper of Dorne, Oberyn Martell. The Prince knocked him from his horse, and his foot was caught in a stirrup on the way down. The force of the blow pulled the horse down on top of the boy, and shattered his leg. He was unable to walk for a few months, and eventually the bones were able to withstand some pressure. He would never be entirely mobile, but he would be able to walk and barely ride. He trained a horse to respond more to arm control, and that is his chosen horse. Willas personally holds no grudge against Oberyn, but the rest of his family does. He would be no knight, but that didn't mean he couldn't be a Lord.
He poured his time and effort into scholarly pursuits, learning the history and science of the Reach. He learned how to breed the best horses, how to grow the best fruit. Willas did everything possible to convince Mace that he was still fit to rule.
RP Sample: The evening air was chilly on his skin, but the man wouldn't let it get to him. He was riding to Storm's end, several hours after his brothers. Willas Tyrell let out a smile, for all that he loved his brothers, they rushed too much. It would be fine for Willas to miss a few hours of unnecessary formalities, introductions and feasts that were only a taste for the planning that was to come later. The man wasn't particularly fond of feasts, but he did love being around people. The Stormlands were a place of varied environments, and the mountains were a grand spectacle. He had emerged into the foothills as the night began to fall, and he imagined how the lights at Storm's End must be glowing. He whipped the reigns of his horse, and it spurred forward, carrying him into the night. His guards followed close behind him, riding behind their commander.
Willas reached the castle as music began to play from one of the towers. It was awfully cheerful for a war meeting, and Willas smirked, knowing that a few of the people hosted here hadn't seen war, mainly his brothers. Willas had rode behind Randyl Tarly, attending to his every need whilst the vanguard of Mace Tyrell pushed on. That was 16 years ago, a distant memory, yet one still fresh in his mind. He had seen men with arrows sprouting from their bodies. Men were slashed almost in half, laying face down in the mud. This had been a shock to the twelve year old who had ridden off, and he came to accept it. War was Hell, and they were going to start another one.
He hobbled his way into the meeting hall of Storm's End, crippled leg dragging behind him. He had been riding for a long time, and now it was time to talk and eat. Willas' knights flanked him on both sides, making a bit of a scene. "I apologize for my lateness, Your Grace." he said, kneeling to the best of his abilities in front of the table.
++OOC Info++
Player:Snakebird
Other characters played: None at the moment
Any plans in mind for the character? Personal Plot perhaps?
Do you agree to the rules: Yes
Who invited you to the site? Nobody
