Braegor Dunovar
Sept 30, 2012 18:24:57 GMT
Post by dunovar on Sept 30, 2012 18:24:57 GMT
Name: Braegor Dunovar
Age: 34
Place of Birth: Sandstone, Dorne
Current Place of Residence: Barracks in Dorne, North of Kingsgrave (Permission from Martell HoH granted.)
House: Unaffiliated, Mercenary Captain with the Iron Hooves Company.
Family:
Kieger Dunovar (Father, deceased)
Maelia Dunovar (Mother, Deceased)
Iroin Dunovar (Younger Sister, 27, Alive)
Appearance:
Garb:
Dunovar tends to dress in the best he can afford at the time when not out on the battle field. Silken tunics and tailored breeches of simple colours are common sight upon his person, as well as furs when the temperature’s drop. His boots however are another matter. His riding boots which he is often never without are well made, strong and supple. It is a point of pride to Breagor that he is never without a decent set of boots.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 198lbs
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons:
Dunovar most often than not wields a spear while mounted on horseback, giving him a great reach and allowing all the power of his charge to be brought to bear on impact. His spear is perfectly weighted and razor keen making it dangerous in both melee and at a range. Strapped to his waist at all times is an unassuming long sword, castle steel picked up somewhere along the way while on campaign. He also carries several shorter but well-balanced throwing spears on his saddle for when he needs something more disposable.
Armour:
Braegor’s armour is a well-made suit of thick boiled and hardened leather over a coat of fine chain that hangs down and protects his thighs, pauldrons guard his shoulders while still allowing movement and a well-fitting horse-hair plumed steel helm on his head. The armour is better suited to mounted combat, protecting the riders upper legs when sat in the saddle, however it still offers reasonable protection on foot, nowhere near that of a suit of plate however. His thick wooden shield gives him ample protection from attacks when it can be brought to bear.
Skills:
Horselord: To hear him tell it, Braegor is the greatest rider in all of Westeros. While this may or may not be the case he is a very accomplished rider, able to perform all manner of tricks and feats in the saddle. This makes him remarkably effective when it comes to mounted combat allowing him to use his mount to greatest effect be it against other mounted riders or those on foot. His abilities extend into the strategies behind mounted warfare, controlling and organising mounted troops, be it on a charge or harassing lines.
Horse Breeder: Braegor was raised around and with horses his entire life and as a result of this he knows how to look after such beasts, keeping them strong and healthy. He knows how to deal with unruly mounts and how to break in new steeds. When not involved in a campaign, or lost in some gambling den, he can be found training and raising his own (modest) stock of horses that fetch reasonable prices in most markets.
Weapon Skills: Braegor has had training with a host of weapons during his time as a squire and his life of soldiering and as such he could be considered to be a fair combatant with most. He spends little time with them however and would find himself losing against more specialist warriors. It is with a spear and sword he makes his mark however, excelling in mounted combat to a degree that would make most fully trained Ser’s jealous.
Weaknesses:
Mercenary: Braegor is first and foremost a mercenary. He fights for money and money alone. If the pay is right and the battle not a hopeless last stand he will fight.
Self-preservation: Braegor has no qualms about sounding the retreat and leaving his employer standing in the field should he decide that the battle is hopeless. He is not willing to die in the mud for someone elses ideals. He is not a coward by anyone’s standards he just wants to be around long enough to spend all his Dragons and dying for a lost cause would put an end to his spending.
Training: While he may be a great combatant on horseback, these skills do not transfer over to fighting on foot. He is good at best, fair at worst, able to handle himself with most common soldiers, he would likely lose fairly quickly to any foot logger of note. A true swordsman would likely cut him to ribbons in a few seconds.
Gambler: Braegor can't resist a good bet, be it on races, fights or all manner of wagers and while he's certainly not controlled by his interest in gambling it sometimes get the better of him.
History:
Born into a blacksmithing family from Sandstone in the region of Dorne, Braegor was educated the same way as most young boys in Westeros until his 10th birthday. An aging Ser local to the area, practically no more than horseman whose deeds had been recognized some time ago, was petitioned by the boy’s father to take him on as a squire as he visited the forge and livery to have his horse re-shod. It took several days of catering to the Ser’s whims and tastes until he finally accepted the petition, pretty much bribed into taking the boy on.
The boy and his few possessions left home the next day on the heels of the knight, falling into step beside the man’s horse and arriving some time later at the fellows modest estate, a small plot of land with a well-built house and stables and not much more. It became apparent to the boy pretty quickly that he was little more than a servant for the man, mending this, fetching that and cleaning everything else. But the Ser was true to the arrangement, as hard as he made the boy work chopping and carrying wood, he made him work equally as hard with his training, falling into a routine of weapon drills, riding and physical exercises meant to strengthen and develop the boy. He began to excel in the saddle and grew to love every moment he rode, waiting for the moments he would be allowed to take out a horse on his own when his chores were done.
Years passed and now a young man of 14, Braegor had made a small name for himself in the area, helping his Ser deal with minor disputes involving bandits, wolves and the like. When the Greyjoy Rebellion broke out he accompanied his Ser into battle, taking part in a number of very minor skirmishes here and there further building his experience and bringing him contact for the first time with men for hire. The stories of the mercenary life intrigued him, fighting for who you wanted, when you wanted and getting paid well for your service rather than having to follow the orders of some noble or lord. This planted the seed for what would become his life later.
While his Ser stood valiantly with the few men under his command ready to defend a small hamlet from a group of Reapers, Braegor struggled to see why they should die for people he didn’t know or owe anything to and finally when the Reapers were sighted closing with the hamlet, Braegor slipped from his Ser's side and stole away on the knights own mount leaving them to their fate, a foolish loss of life in his eyes. He never looked back but years later he learned that they had made a valiant but altogether futile stand against the reapers that attacked the hamlet.
RP Sample:
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Player: Chris
Other characters played: Jaime Lannister, Stannis Baratheon, Gregor Clegane.
Any plans in mind for the character? Pursue riches and accumulate power.
Do you agree to the rules: I certainly do.
Who invited you to the site? Already here.
Age: 34
Place of Birth: Sandstone, Dorne
Current Place of Residence: Barracks in Dorne, North of Kingsgrave (Permission from Martell HoH granted.)
House: Unaffiliated, Mercenary Captain with the Iron Hooves Company.
Family:
Kieger Dunovar (Father, deceased)
Maelia Dunovar (Mother, Deceased)
Iroin Dunovar (Younger Sister, 27, Alive)
Appearance:
Garb:
Dunovar tends to dress in the best he can afford at the time when not out on the battle field. Silken tunics and tailored breeches of simple colours are common sight upon his person, as well as furs when the temperature’s drop. His boots however are another matter. His riding boots which he is often never without are well made, strong and supple. It is a point of pride to Breagor that he is never without a decent set of boots.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 198lbs
Personality:
Likes:
- Getting paid
- Spending his pay
- Gambling on horses
- Riding horses
Dislikes:
- People willing to die for honour and stupid ideals.
- Last stands
- Having no Dragons
- People who don’t pay up
Weapons:
Dunovar most often than not wields a spear while mounted on horseback, giving him a great reach and allowing all the power of his charge to be brought to bear on impact. His spear is perfectly weighted and razor keen making it dangerous in both melee and at a range. Strapped to his waist at all times is an unassuming long sword, castle steel picked up somewhere along the way while on campaign. He also carries several shorter but well-balanced throwing spears on his saddle for when he needs something more disposable.
Armour:
Braegor’s armour is a well-made suit of thick boiled and hardened leather over a coat of fine chain that hangs down and protects his thighs, pauldrons guard his shoulders while still allowing movement and a well-fitting horse-hair plumed steel helm on his head. The armour is better suited to mounted combat, protecting the riders upper legs when sat in the saddle, however it still offers reasonable protection on foot, nowhere near that of a suit of plate however. His thick wooden shield gives him ample protection from attacks when it can be brought to bear.
Skills:
Horselord: To hear him tell it, Braegor is the greatest rider in all of Westeros. While this may or may not be the case he is a very accomplished rider, able to perform all manner of tricks and feats in the saddle. This makes him remarkably effective when it comes to mounted combat allowing him to use his mount to greatest effect be it against other mounted riders or those on foot. His abilities extend into the strategies behind mounted warfare, controlling and organising mounted troops, be it on a charge or harassing lines.
Horse Breeder: Braegor was raised around and with horses his entire life and as a result of this he knows how to look after such beasts, keeping them strong and healthy. He knows how to deal with unruly mounts and how to break in new steeds. When not involved in a campaign, or lost in some gambling den, he can be found training and raising his own (modest) stock of horses that fetch reasonable prices in most markets.
Weapon Skills: Braegor has had training with a host of weapons during his time as a squire and his life of soldiering and as such he could be considered to be a fair combatant with most. He spends little time with them however and would find himself losing against more specialist warriors. It is with a spear and sword he makes his mark however, excelling in mounted combat to a degree that would make most fully trained Ser’s jealous.
Weaknesses:
Mercenary: Braegor is first and foremost a mercenary. He fights for money and money alone. If the pay is right and the battle not a hopeless last stand he will fight.
Self-preservation: Braegor has no qualms about sounding the retreat and leaving his employer standing in the field should he decide that the battle is hopeless. He is not willing to die in the mud for someone elses ideals. He is not a coward by anyone’s standards he just wants to be around long enough to spend all his Dragons and dying for a lost cause would put an end to his spending.
Training: While he may be a great combatant on horseback, these skills do not transfer over to fighting on foot. He is good at best, fair at worst, able to handle himself with most common soldiers, he would likely lose fairly quickly to any foot logger of note. A true swordsman would likely cut him to ribbons in a few seconds.
Gambler: Braegor can't resist a good bet, be it on races, fights or all manner of wagers and while he's certainly not controlled by his interest in gambling it sometimes get the better of him.
History:
Born into a blacksmithing family from Sandstone in the region of Dorne, Braegor was educated the same way as most young boys in Westeros until his 10th birthday. An aging Ser local to the area, practically no more than horseman whose deeds had been recognized some time ago, was petitioned by the boy’s father to take him on as a squire as he visited the forge and livery to have his horse re-shod. It took several days of catering to the Ser’s whims and tastes until he finally accepted the petition, pretty much bribed into taking the boy on.
The boy and his few possessions left home the next day on the heels of the knight, falling into step beside the man’s horse and arriving some time later at the fellows modest estate, a small plot of land with a well-built house and stables and not much more. It became apparent to the boy pretty quickly that he was little more than a servant for the man, mending this, fetching that and cleaning everything else. But the Ser was true to the arrangement, as hard as he made the boy work chopping and carrying wood, he made him work equally as hard with his training, falling into a routine of weapon drills, riding and physical exercises meant to strengthen and develop the boy. He began to excel in the saddle and grew to love every moment he rode, waiting for the moments he would be allowed to take out a horse on his own when his chores were done.
Years passed and now a young man of 14, Braegor had made a small name for himself in the area, helping his Ser deal with minor disputes involving bandits, wolves and the like. When the Greyjoy Rebellion broke out he accompanied his Ser into battle, taking part in a number of very minor skirmishes here and there further building his experience and bringing him contact for the first time with men for hire. The stories of the mercenary life intrigued him, fighting for who you wanted, when you wanted and getting paid well for your service rather than having to follow the orders of some noble or lord. This planted the seed for what would become his life later.
While his Ser stood valiantly with the few men under his command ready to defend a small hamlet from a group of Reapers, Braegor struggled to see why they should die for people he didn’t know or owe anything to and finally when the Reapers were sighted closing with the hamlet, Braegor slipped from his Ser's side and stole away on the knights own mount leaving them to their fate, a foolish loss of life in his eyes. He never looked back but years later he learned that they had made a valiant but altogether futile stand against the reapers that attacked the hamlet.
RP Sample:
See other characters.
++OOC Info++
Player: Chris
Other characters played: Jaime Lannister, Stannis Baratheon, Gregor Clegane.
Any plans in mind for the character? Pursue riches and accumulate power.
Do you agree to the rules: I certainly do.
Who invited you to the site? Already here.
