Post by westerosibastard on Sept 8, 2016 13:32:31 GMT
Eddard Blackthorn
Blake
I. Canon Character or Original Role? Are They in the Wanted Ads: Original role
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II. Allegiance/Loyalty of Character: House Blackthorn , Brotherhood Without Banners.
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III. Romantic Interests (if any): None
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IV. Current Location: King's Landing
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V. Occupation / Title: Lord of Blackthorn Keep
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VI. Face-Claim: Ian Somerhalder
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VII. Name the code word found in our Plot: Hidden by Ange
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VIII. Name any other characters you play here: None
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IX. Do you have any questions? If so, please either state them here or contact the staff: None
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Eddard is a free spirited young man who often becomes blind by the thrill he has which was different from others growing up during this time. He was many times viewed as irresponsible and reckless on and off the battlefield. He does things on a whim not caring of what others think of him or his mindless actions. He is a very witty and sarcastic person, handling most situations arrogantly and with sass. Much more proud of himself and noble than many others in Westeros. He often has no regard for human life , only showing sympathy for those he cares for and views them in high regard. Eddard likes to go by his nickname Ned more so than his birth name because of its history, given that it was commonly used by Ned Stark. Eddard has a bit of a dark side also he is very impulsive at times, and pushed far enough uses devious and sadistic tactics to get through obstacles.
Many would think he's a self-destructive person but he just enjoys life a little too much. He is a rebel which is why he chose to follow his aunt Aurora to join the brotherhood without Banners. He has the strong ability of planning and strategy ... Mapping a battle out carefully rather than rushing head first into things. He is very strong and stern able to put his foot down and lead in most matters. He is the rightful heir and Lord of Blackthorn Keep... As a child he learned of his uncle Daemon Blackthorn and what a great swordsman he was. He always wished to be like him and fought valiantly in every battle pushing himself to be one of the greatest and well known swords of Westeros. This drove Eddard to be noble , worthy, and strong throughout his life to live up to this high role. As a boy he was shy and timid but growing up in The North turned him into a calloused yet better version of himself. He is mostly capable of Kindness, love, nobility, loyalty, and selflessness .. But he masks these intense emotions to keep himself from seeming weak. He shows just enough though to keep a trusted, and loyal group of friends and followers. Eddard is very self-confident in himself and his skills, given that he'll challenge any older more skilled knight at any time . Authoritative and dominating is apart of his more edgier side to his personality . If he is wronged Eddard can become a very vengeful and vindictive person , mostly going out of his way to end his feuds. He is secretive but trustworthy to a fault with a keen skill for hiding facts from others. Eddard is also a very handsome young man , standing at 5'10 with a well built toned physique . His physical appearance is around 24-25 , a strong bone structure with a chiseled jaw line. He has baby blues eyes with a light complexion and tan undertones. Dark brown almost black hair which hangs a bit past his ears which is sometimes shaggy and rugged.With a bad boy smile and a bad ass attitude, he can be described as athletic, young, wild, tall, strong , sexy, and seductive.
Eddard was born to the late Lord Rodrick Blackthorn and his beautiful mother Lady Alyssa Valaryon. Alongside his wife they ruled Blackthorn keep and were loyal bannermen to the Starks, so much that Lord Rodrick named his son Eddard after The Great Ned Stark. When growing up his mother did not have much milk in her supple breast so he was nursed by a woman name Wylla. Edric didn't spend much time with his parents as he was young and growing. When he was 10, his Uncle Damon wanted to take up a greater cause which stirred him to join his longtime friend Beric Dondarrion, with whom Eddard went to Blackhaven with to serve as a page. At the age of twelve he was raised to squire and was finally trained to become a Westerosi knight. He journeyed to the Hand's Tourney in King's landing where he finally laid eyes on the legend himself: Ned Stark. As Lord Beric Dondarrion's squire, Eddard is part of the force sent to the river lands to apprehend Ser Gregor Clegane. There they are ambushed in the Battle at the Mummer's Ford, In one of Beric's first deaths Eddard pulls the dying Beric out of the river and stands over the body as dead bodies drop all around them and a battle wages around them.
After Beric Dondarrion is revived Lord Eddard continues to squire for him as he establishes The Brotherhood Without Banners. This rebellious yet significant group goes around saving small folk and commoners. They move around and operate throughout the riverlands , fighting to protect people from the War of The Five Kings. Eddard fights alongside Beric and The Brotherhood during the battle at the burning septry. During his time and travels with The Brotherhood Eddard learned and saw a lot, experiencing a lot growing up made him grow up quicker. After the final death of Beric Dondarrion there is no longer any reason for Eddard to travel with The Brotherhood without banners. Part of the brotherhood chose to stay and follow the vengeful and resurrected Lady Stoneheart on her path to avenge her family. Eddard only viewing Beric as his true leader and his reason for being knighted in the first place. With no purpose and no direction or guidance Eddard wonders aimlessly keeping Beric's way of protecting the people other than Lady Stoneheart's revenge filled conquest. His mission has taken him all over Westeros. There is one flicker of direction within him , for as long as he can remember he wanted to become Lord of Blackthorn Keep and heir to House Blackthorn. He imagined himself wielding Dawn and becoming The Sword of the morning , the greatest swordsman in all the lands like Arthur Dayne himself. As he waged a true path and sense of nobility Eddard found himself in King's Landing, it was here he discovered the news that the enemies of his House have poisoned and killed his Father, Mother, and older brother. Now with his aunt Aurora and remaining members of The Brotherhood he will forge his way back to Blackthorn Keep and rule as his father once did, in a path of blood and war will he triumph.
Eddard rode up straddled to his horse like the great knight he was . A long sword stretched from its sheath as he wore regular commoner clothes with rugged stains all over. He glared at a decimated camp where dead bodies laid all around . Fires raged as women and children knelt down in filthy clothes. He glanced around at the chaotic scene in shock as he had never seen such atrocities . He thought to himself fondly ... What monsters could pillage a small village like this killing women and children. What first came to mind was the thought of The freefolk, Wildlings had terrorized villages in the past. He heard stories around the campfire.. Fellow members of The Brotherhood would tell stories of Wildlings In his childhood to scare him, and mostly to steer him away from running to the wall and joining the night's watch. That was one of his biggest dreams as child, to one day run off and join them and fight back Wildlings and the other terrors of the wall. Dreaming was for children and he didn't have time for that , because now he has more pressing matters to tend to. Eddard sniffed the crisp , smoking air and slowly slid off his black stallion clutching the pommel of his sword. His eyes went back and forth surveying the destroyed battlefield , grass crunched under his leather boot. A injured man with cuts and bruises all over his body laid bleeding out on the ground . He coughed up blood trying with all his might to push out words at the figure he saw that was Eddard " Turn away boy .. Beyond that wood awaits death and pain." The man wheezed out still trying to hold on to his life.
Eddard quickly rushed to the man kneeling down beside him as he postured his head up and glared deeply into his light brown orbs "Who did this to you and where did they go, If you help me I can avenge what they did to you and your people" Eddard said as the man let a soft smile ease upon his face "You foolish boy ... Like my people you are already dead. A noble man is a dead man." The old man's last words before he died softly in Eddard's arms. Eddard laid the dead man down softly closing his eyes with the tips of his fingers. With a frustrated look Eddard stood tall ready to take up arms and fight the powers that be. He was taught to fight those who harmed smallfolk, he was a protector of the weak and innocent and those who were poor and defenseless. Now it was his time to act as his Mentor Beric Dondarrion had taught him to always fight for what was right. Eddard was a warrior and a free spirited rebel who would stop at nothing until justice was brought upon this massacred village.
He ventured further through the destroyed field as flames raged and whipped like roaring waves all around him. The sound of rustling bushes and twigs cracking beneath feet startled Eddard as they echoed from the woods right in front of him. Without thinking or hesitation Eddard took off into the woods with his broad sword clutched tight between his pale fist. He hacked at the vegetation in his way repeatedly like a barbarian, making his way to the sounds. In the distance he could hear snorting horses and a campfire, men sat and chuckled feasting on stolen goods. Eddard grimaced at the sight of these vulgar thieves and was disgusted at how they were peacefully enjoying themselves after the atrocities they just committed. Eddard scoffed but didn't want to go running in like a chicken with its head cut off. He carefully observed the group of men who began to seem all to familiar, In fact he just knew he met these men before and he was right. They were members of The Brotherhood without Banners but now these men had strayed far from their path of protection. These men had become the very monsters they were trying to stop now that Beric wasn't around to keep them at bay. This angered and enraged him to the point where he lost all sense of direction and strategy, fueled by his emotions he crashed from the bushes clutching onto his sword glaring down at the men "You bastards are trash and filth... You used to be honorable men yet you committed such heinous crimes. You murdered women and children and you hung them .... Why destroy an innocent village for your pleasure" Eddard said ready to just end the lot where they stood. The main man stood tall with a strong muscular physique "Well if it isn't the little Blackthorn boy , You've grown up. Beric Dondarrion is dead you no longer have him to protect you. You were his little lap dog and now your going to join him... We follow no one now Westeros is ours for the taking" The simple minded man proclaimed as Eddard's teeth clenched together "I don't need protection but now I'm going to make you eat those words" Eddard said lunging forward and with a quick slash of his sword he swiftly parted his tongue from his mouth. Blood squirted everywhere as the other guys he was with quickly scrambled to their feet stumbling for their weapons. A smirk appeared on Eddard's face as he enjoyed the thrill of battle and was ready to dismantle the small band of his former brothers "Come on then let's get this started shall we?" Eddard said with a sinister grin as he grunted with a battle cry and launched into battle.
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II. Allegiance/Loyalty of Character: House Blackthorn , Brotherhood Without Banners.
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III. Romantic Interests (if any): None
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IV. Current Location: King's Landing
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V. Occupation / Title: Lord of Blackthorn Keep
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VI. Face-Claim: Ian Somerhalder
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VII. Name the code word found in our Plot: Hidden by Ange
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VIII. Name any other characters you play here: None
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IX. Do you have any questions? If so, please either state them here or contact the staff: None
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PERSONALITY
Eddard is a free spirited young man who often becomes blind by the thrill he has which was different from others growing up during this time. He was many times viewed as irresponsible and reckless on and off the battlefield. He does things on a whim not caring of what others think of him or his mindless actions. He is a very witty and sarcastic person, handling most situations arrogantly and with sass. Much more proud of himself and noble than many others in Westeros. He often has no regard for human life , only showing sympathy for those he cares for and views them in high regard. Eddard likes to go by his nickname Ned more so than his birth name because of its history, given that it was commonly used by Ned Stark. Eddard has a bit of a dark side also he is very impulsive at times, and pushed far enough uses devious and sadistic tactics to get through obstacles.
Many would think he's a self-destructive person but he just enjoys life a little too much. He is a rebel which is why he chose to follow his aunt Aurora to join the brotherhood without Banners. He has the strong ability of planning and strategy ... Mapping a battle out carefully rather than rushing head first into things. He is very strong and stern able to put his foot down and lead in most matters. He is the rightful heir and Lord of Blackthorn Keep... As a child he learned of his uncle Daemon Blackthorn and what a great swordsman he was. He always wished to be like him and fought valiantly in every battle pushing himself to be one of the greatest and well known swords of Westeros. This drove Eddard to be noble , worthy, and strong throughout his life to live up to this high role. As a boy he was shy and timid but growing up in The North turned him into a calloused yet better version of himself. He is mostly capable of Kindness, love, nobility, loyalty, and selflessness .. But he masks these intense emotions to keep himself from seeming weak. He shows just enough though to keep a trusted, and loyal group of friends and followers. Eddard is very self-confident in himself and his skills, given that he'll challenge any older more skilled knight at any time . Authoritative and dominating is apart of his more edgier side to his personality . If he is wronged Eddard can become a very vengeful and vindictive person , mostly going out of his way to end his feuds. He is secretive but trustworthy to a fault with a keen skill for hiding facts from others. Eddard is also a very handsome young man , standing at 5'10 with a well built toned physique . His physical appearance is around 24-25 , a strong bone structure with a chiseled jaw line. He has baby blues eyes with a light complexion and tan undertones. Dark brown almost black hair which hangs a bit past his ears which is sometimes shaggy and rugged.With a bad boy smile and a bad ass attitude, he can be described as athletic, young, wild, tall, strong , sexy, and seductive.
HISTORY
Eddard was born to the late Lord Rodrick Blackthorn and his beautiful mother Lady Alyssa Valaryon. Alongside his wife they ruled Blackthorn keep and were loyal bannermen to the Starks, so much that Lord Rodrick named his son Eddard after The Great Ned Stark. When growing up his mother did not have much milk in her supple breast so he was nursed by a woman name Wylla. Edric didn't spend much time with his parents as he was young and growing. When he was 10, his Uncle Damon wanted to take up a greater cause which stirred him to join his longtime friend Beric Dondarrion, with whom Eddard went to Blackhaven with to serve as a page. At the age of twelve he was raised to squire and was finally trained to become a Westerosi knight. He journeyed to the Hand's Tourney in King's landing where he finally laid eyes on the legend himself: Ned Stark. As Lord Beric Dondarrion's squire, Eddard is part of the force sent to the river lands to apprehend Ser Gregor Clegane. There they are ambushed in the Battle at the Mummer's Ford, In one of Beric's first deaths Eddard pulls the dying Beric out of the river and stands over the body as dead bodies drop all around them and a battle wages around them.
After Beric Dondarrion is revived Lord Eddard continues to squire for him as he establishes The Brotherhood Without Banners. This rebellious yet significant group goes around saving small folk and commoners. They move around and operate throughout the riverlands , fighting to protect people from the War of The Five Kings. Eddard fights alongside Beric and The Brotherhood during the battle at the burning septry. During his time and travels with The Brotherhood Eddard learned and saw a lot, experiencing a lot growing up made him grow up quicker. After the final death of Beric Dondarrion there is no longer any reason for Eddard to travel with The Brotherhood without banners. Part of the brotherhood chose to stay and follow the vengeful and resurrected Lady Stoneheart on her path to avenge her family. Eddard only viewing Beric as his true leader and his reason for being knighted in the first place. With no purpose and no direction or guidance Eddard wonders aimlessly keeping Beric's way of protecting the people other than Lady Stoneheart's revenge filled conquest. His mission has taken him all over Westeros. There is one flicker of direction within him , for as long as he can remember he wanted to become Lord of Blackthorn Keep and heir to House Blackthorn. He imagined himself wielding Dawn and becoming The Sword of the morning , the greatest swordsman in all the lands like Arthur Dayne himself. As he waged a true path and sense of nobility Eddard found himself in King's Landing, it was here he discovered the news that the enemies of his House have poisoned and killed his Father, Mother, and older brother. Now with his aunt Aurora and remaining members of The Brotherhood he will forge his way back to Blackthorn Keep and rule as his father once did, in a path of blood and war will he triumph.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
Eddard rode up straddled to his horse like the great knight he was . A long sword stretched from its sheath as he wore regular commoner clothes with rugged stains all over. He glared at a decimated camp where dead bodies laid all around . Fires raged as women and children knelt down in filthy clothes. He glanced around at the chaotic scene in shock as he had never seen such atrocities . He thought to himself fondly ... What monsters could pillage a small village like this killing women and children. What first came to mind was the thought of The freefolk, Wildlings had terrorized villages in the past. He heard stories around the campfire.. Fellow members of The Brotherhood would tell stories of Wildlings In his childhood to scare him, and mostly to steer him away from running to the wall and joining the night's watch. That was one of his biggest dreams as child, to one day run off and join them and fight back Wildlings and the other terrors of the wall. Dreaming was for children and he didn't have time for that , because now he has more pressing matters to tend to. Eddard sniffed the crisp , smoking air and slowly slid off his black stallion clutching the pommel of his sword. His eyes went back and forth surveying the destroyed battlefield , grass crunched under his leather boot. A injured man with cuts and bruises all over his body laid bleeding out on the ground . He coughed up blood trying with all his might to push out words at the figure he saw that was Eddard " Turn away boy .. Beyond that wood awaits death and pain." The man wheezed out still trying to hold on to his life.
Eddard quickly rushed to the man kneeling down beside him as he postured his head up and glared deeply into his light brown orbs "Who did this to you and where did they go, If you help me I can avenge what they did to you and your people" Eddard said as the man let a soft smile ease upon his face "You foolish boy ... Like my people you are already dead. A noble man is a dead man." The old man's last words before he died softly in Eddard's arms. Eddard laid the dead man down softly closing his eyes with the tips of his fingers. With a frustrated look Eddard stood tall ready to take up arms and fight the powers that be. He was taught to fight those who harmed smallfolk, he was a protector of the weak and innocent and those who were poor and defenseless. Now it was his time to act as his Mentor Beric Dondarrion had taught him to always fight for what was right. Eddard was a warrior and a free spirited rebel who would stop at nothing until justice was brought upon this massacred village.
He ventured further through the destroyed field as flames raged and whipped like roaring waves all around him. The sound of rustling bushes and twigs cracking beneath feet startled Eddard as they echoed from the woods right in front of him. Without thinking or hesitation Eddard took off into the woods with his broad sword clutched tight between his pale fist. He hacked at the vegetation in his way repeatedly like a barbarian, making his way to the sounds. In the distance he could hear snorting horses and a campfire, men sat and chuckled feasting on stolen goods. Eddard grimaced at the sight of these vulgar thieves and was disgusted at how they were peacefully enjoying themselves after the atrocities they just committed. Eddard scoffed but didn't want to go running in like a chicken with its head cut off. He carefully observed the group of men who began to seem all to familiar, In fact he just knew he met these men before and he was right. They were members of The Brotherhood without Banners but now these men had strayed far from their path of protection. These men had become the very monsters they were trying to stop now that Beric wasn't around to keep them at bay. This angered and enraged him to the point where he lost all sense of direction and strategy, fueled by his emotions he crashed from the bushes clutching onto his sword glaring down at the men "You bastards are trash and filth... You used to be honorable men yet you committed such heinous crimes. You murdered women and children and you hung them .... Why destroy an innocent village for your pleasure" Eddard said ready to just end the lot where they stood. The main man stood tall with a strong muscular physique "Well if it isn't the little Blackthorn boy , You've grown up. Beric Dondarrion is dead you no longer have him to protect you. You were his little lap dog and now your going to join him... We follow no one now Westeros is ours for the taking" The simple minded man proclaimed as Eddard's teeth clenched together "I don't need protection but now I'm going to make you eat those words" Eddard said lunging forward and with a quick slash of his sword he swiftly parted his tongue from his mouth. Blood squirted everywhere as the other guys he was with quickly scrambled to their feet stumbling for their weapons. A smirk appeared on Eddard's face as he enjoyed the thrill of battle and was ready to dismantle the small band of his former brothers "Come on then let's get this started shall we?" Eddard said with a sinister grin as he grunted with a battle cry and launched into battle.
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