Noble Apply(Must Be Good) (Anything from a Squire to a King) (If your applying for an important Lord make it great)
Rank:(Lord,Prince,Princess,Etc.) Lord of the North.
Name: Aelor Stark.
Age: 35.
Personality: Aelor is a clam and composed man, never showing outer anger towards most. His morals are strong based of those of "Eddard Stark" who has yet to come.
He cherishes honor above all us, and is always striving to do the right thing. He will always try to do what is right opposed to what adds to personal gain.
Appearance: Aelor is about 6'0, and 190 pounds. He is remarkable swordsman, receiving training since his youth. He wears a leather surcoat, and has brown hair and grey eyes. He wears a Valaryian steel sword at his hip.
Good,Evil Or Neutral: Good.
What Royal House They Are In: House Stark of the North.
Backstory:
Aelor was born into the noble house of Stark. He lived the life of ease, the only worry was how well he was progressing with swords and simple arithmetic. The maester was always impressed with Aelor, his quick wit and charm slowly stole the town under his fingers. Aelor was valiant, always riding out with his father on hunts. The women of the town dreamed of being his lady. Aelor would spend hours of his day reciting which house was which, and the banner they bore. After the boring lessons with the maester, Aelor would get into his favorite part of the day: Training with the master of arms. Rory would drill the steps into him "You off balanced!" "Keep light footed!" The work was brutal, but in the end Aelor would come out to a polymath. He was being bred for lordship, being a polymath in multi-able subjects.
Aelor's life was good, he was reaping in the benefits of being a handsome prince. This was all before his father passed away in his sleep. Aelor was seventeen at the time, being the only child, Aelor was named Lord of Winterfell and protector of the North.
Aelor walks out onto his balcony, wearing his large leather coat with a fur trim. He looks out into the distance and sighs to himself thinking "How can I obtain more golden dragons." Aelor walks back into his room, removing his jacket and feeling the warmth from the hot springs that heat Winterfell's walls. Aelor walks over and sits on his bed, pondering a way to gain more currency.
Anything else?: Aelor's RP will begin for him by trying to gain money for Winterfell. Aelor is also looking for a lady. I hope you consider me for such a important role!
