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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 9:33 pm

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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:10 pm

ELISE STARK

"My armor may only be as thin as fabric, but I am made of Valyrian steel."

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As a natural born redhead Else finds difficulty in keeping it dark when in her travels. She only keeps it dark when she feels threatened, it comes in handy later on.

Elise has the Tully ocean blue eyes. They are bright and often have a lot of character to them. She often expresses herself with her eyes rather than other gestures. This makes her easy to get a red on.

As of yet, Elise has no scars, she was rather gentle as a child and trys her best to look good for a future husband.

Standing just above her mother height, Elise is fairly average in stature.

Blessed with the figure of her mother and Tully's before her, Elise has a suitable bust and decent hip with, good for birthing children.

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Upon meeting Elise she as any good highborn woman is, polite, in her place and sociable. Her mind is one of vast knowledge, anything that passes her eyes seems to be stuck there. Eidetic memory is what the Maester chimed it, and it's done her well. Elise is fluent in keeping names and faces together and has picked up a few languages. She likes to learn and gather information. Gossip is something that she frequents in, much to other peoples distress. If necessary, she will use it to her advantage. Her brother is extremely protective so it makes her somewhat rebellious, and can have an attitude with him. She's developing the tongue like one Sansa unknowingly has with Joffery, the brat.

Elise is often accompanied by her direwolf Redwynn. Redwynn is much like her master, polite, friendly and even cuddly at times. But she can flip like a coin if bothered. She listens exclusively to Elise. Red takes any threat to Elise as a death threat. Good in this case.

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Conceived as a twin on the wedding night of her parents, Elsie was the second born to Catelyn Stark. With two children to raise and a husband fighting off a rebellion, the woman had a lot on her plate. Keeping a house name and her people in order Catelyn experienced several spells and often found herself tired. As expected from the size of her womb. There wasn't much complication other than that, until her husband returned home with a child. For years Catelyn focused solely on her biological children, pushing Jon away. Any woman would be upset for her husband to bring a b*****d back from his fighting.

Robb found himself close to Jon, always playing and pestering him, something that Catelyn allowed but bitterly grimaced at. Elise took her mothers side early on, ignoring the Snow boy, and even telling girls to avoid him more than they already did. She was the mean girl, and listened to all that voiced something about the b*****d boy. Her other siblings, Arya specifically, got on well with the boy.

The year that Bran was born, Jon developed a crush on a traveling girl, his age but low ranking in the Stark manor. Of course, no one could keep this from Elise. She befriended the girl, keeping her close at most times. Any time Jon approached smiling Anne, Elise sneered, whispering under her breath. Knowing her ways and fed up, the boy splashed the two. Effectively losing nay chances with Anne and waking rage int he then seven year old Elise. Being the master of memory that she was, remembered a cure for weight loss, by that of using your chamber pot.

Elise, so sly with her words, convinced the Maester to leave his quarter for the time to look for the remedy.Nearly caught the girl had her plan ready. His meal with a mere drop of this potion left the boy sick in his room. Obviously, Elise was punished for nearly a fortnight. Eddark took it upon himself to talk to her and straighten her out. Because "No matter how she liked it, Jon was at least half blood".

As Elise aged she spent more time honing her talents. Poetry, crafts, cooking, and listening. She spent just as much time listening to gossip but no longer spread it. It was a strategy she came up with, in hopes of keeping some kind of advantage over the men around the area. She know who's with who, what's up with the servants to the family.

It was such a short time ago now that her father was murdered for being a traitor. Sansa is barley in communication through Cerci Lannister, and Arya is no word to be heard. Rumor has it that Jamie "Kingslayer" Lannister pushed her little brother off of the ledge because he was bedding his sister. Disgusting. Now as she, her brother and Mother are working out a trade deal for her sisters, she oftentimes finds herself with an anger boiling in her.

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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 6:53 pm

JONAS ALBERON

"Music is my mistress, and she plays second fiddle to no one."

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Jonas has dark, wavy brown hair. It is quite average of the common people of his hometown.

The male has grey-blue eyes that often look tired, though he tries hard to hide it with a smile on his face and a joke on his tongue.

There are no real defining features, aside from a scar from a cut on his cheek he acquired in the first of Robb's battles, teaching him quickly that war is no laughing matter.

Jonas is fairly average in height, unable to be picked out as tall among a group of boys.

Jonas is on the thinner side, having rarely had a decent meal since the age of eleven. However he is beginning to bulk up from training with Robb's army and finally being fed regularly to some extent.

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Jonas often hides his struggles and his pain with jokes and laughter, turning everything into something to poke fun at. Taking nothing seriously is his coping mechanism, and many of the other soldiers get frustrated with him for the way he acts. After all, childish pranks have no place in a battlefield.

Although his pranks have no place except among his friends, Jonas has the admirable ability to lighten the mood when his jokes are welcome, and the other men are greatly in need of a relief in the tension.

Jonas often plays his fiddle in the evenings, sometimes getting the soldiers to forget their troubles for just a few moments, even if only for one song.

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Jonas was born in the North to a woman in a brothel. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to learn his own mother's name. Once his father found out that the woman had given birth, he promptly arrived to take the child away with him. Of course, there was no way of knowing whether this man was really his father. He had simply assumed. Jonas Alberon was raised by this man until he reached the age of eleven. The man, by the name of Marcus Alberon, was quite grumpy, though never really cruel beyond shouting, and often drunk. He was never much of a father, but where else was Jonas to go?

One evening, Jonas arrived home to find that Marcus had drank himself to the ground, and was no longer breathing. The boy raced to find the doctor, only to learn that it was too late. The town held a funeral for Marcus Alberon, but only the Church, eleven-year-old Jonas, and a couple of women that Jonas had never met before attended. It seemed that the man mostly kept to himself in town, and so didn't have many friends to mourn him.

Jonas inherited the small, single-floor house that had belonged to Marcus, however it was quickly taken as compensation by officials when the boy -- now twelve -- was unable to produce the due taxes. Not knowing where else to go, Jonas took what very little belongings he had and sold them for what money he could. He managed to earn enough that he could afford a couple of nights in a cheap Inn, but soon the money was gone. He hadn't eaten in days, and now had to resort to wandering the streets.

One day, as Jonas was passing through the market -- as he did on most days -- he heard the sound of music playing. Music was common from passing bards, however, Jonas had never heard this particular instrument before. Curious, he followed the sound, finding an older man at the mouth of an alley, pulling a long bow across a set of strings he held at his chin. As he watched, a few people tossed coins at the man's feet. A light-bulb went on in Jonas' head; if he learned to play music, perhaps people would throw coins to him, too! He thought he had heard of a lute-maker in town. However, he had no money to buy one. What could he do? Deciding that he had nothing else to lose, Jonas found the shop. There were a few different kinds of cheaply made lute -- the fancier ones had to be ordered -- and there, hooked on the wall, was the instrument the man in the alley had played.

The shopkeeper was old, and would not catch up to him quickly, and so without any more hesitation, Jonas snatched the instrument and with it's bow off of the wall and raced out the door. The man shouted from the doorway, but Jonas kept running. He ran and ran, straight out of town. He didn't stop to explore the thing he had taken until he was sure he was far enough out of the town limits.

Now that he is older, Jonas has learned to play the fiddle quite finely, and travels from town to town with a group of misfit young men. Jonas plays his fiddle in taverns and Inns, and earns a bit of money doing it, but mostly the boys find ways to con a meal and a stay out of the hosts -- even if it means having to make a quick escape.

When the war for the Iron Throne began after the death of the King and Lord Stark, the boys that Jonas traveled with were eager to show their brawn and sign themselves up for Robb Stark's army. Though Jonas had no fighting experience himself, and had really never been anything other than a fiddler and a scam artist in his life, he was not keen on looking the weakling in front of his friends. So, together, the boys joined the war, fighting for the North. However, they soon came to realize that war was not the game they had thought...

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