Post by Morys Martell on Jan 26, 2014 17:33:43 GMT -5
Name: Tiberys Celtigar
Status: Master at Arms
Age: 34
Dragon: None
Weapon:
+ A Falchion with golden colored hilt and red leather grip, inside a polished wood sheath.
+ A round shield of plain steel, with 3 red crabs forming a inverted pyramid around the middle of the shield, and a fretty argent diamond and X in the center.
Character Skills:
-Expert: History
-Noteworthy: Long Blades
-Noteworthy: Athletics
-Apprentice: Sea Battle
-Apprentice: Land Battle
-Novice: Persuasion
-Novice: Animal Handling
-Beginner: Stewardship
-Beginner: Music: Flute
Appearance: Tiberys is a tall and somewhat lanky individual, thin but with a strong jaw and pronounce bone features to him. He has dark blonde colored hair, kept at medium length and parted down the middle, and a beard and goatee combo that stretches to his sideburns. He has only one dark colored eye, his left eye lost during the battle of the dying sand, for which he wears a eyepatch over it.
Personality: Tiberys is a warm yet jaded soul, the war against the faith militant having hardened and weathered him and his sense of honor and given him a cynical outlook on the morality of men and the sport of battle. While he enjoys a good tale or two and tries to conduct himself in a pleasant and courteous way, there is an unpleasant and cold air to it, as if he were detached and not really all there in conversation. He is a terrible dancer, and does not enjoy the attention that comes with singing or playing the flute, and so tries to avoid such antics and making a fool of himself. Tiberys is also a frugal man, often frowning on spending luxuriously and is a fan of the practical. Tiberys is also said to have a glint in his eye when discussing coin, and a bad habit of trying to find ways of getting more out of everything. Tiberys has a complicated relationship with his family, with a great sense of comradery with all his brothers, bastards or not, a loyalty and devotion to his mother, and a strained love for his father. Over all else though, he is loyal to the targaryan line, and would gladly lay down his life to protect them and their keep.
Background: Tiberys Celtigar is the second eldest son of Lord Kennos Celtigar, the lord of claw isle, and Trisha Bar Emmon, second sister to the lord of sharp point, and a seasoned warrior in the war against the faith militant. Lord Kennos set out to raise Tiberys in what he thought was the best way, with a desire to groom the young lad into a capable advisor and manager for the islands affairs, and not a warrior like his older brother Allyn would be. Tiberys however didn’t desire such a life for himself, the tales of the targaryans and their mighty dragons sweeping ‘cross the land told by his mother, vanquishing mighty foes like harren the black, captivated him while he was young and never let him go. And so Tiberys was usually not so thrilled by his fathers lessons of governance and rule, preferring to learn how to man a ship and navigate the tides, or to ride a horse with a weapon in hand, then he was to keep track of the finances of a building project or decreeing a law. As the lord of claw isle grew more impatient with his son he sought out to, rather than stamp out his desire for combat and knighthood, to route it by showing him just what it was like to fight in a battle.
To that end, Lord kennos instructed Tiberys that he would accompany a group of fine Celtigar knights led by Alyn on a mission to crackclaw point to investigate possible faith militant activity and to gather general information on the locals and their activities. It was a task not to be scoffed at, as the people of crackclaw point held no love for the lord of claw isle, and when things were particularly bad, would sometimes make sport of the lord and his men when they tried to raise funds in the war effort. For years, Lord Kennos, like his father Lord Quentyn, and his father Lord Crispian, had lived in fear of the armies of the faith militant. Their father had been driven practically mad with fear of assassination, retiring early in his service to King Maegor and living in self-isolation as he became more and more obsessed with appearing too weak to defend their island or channel. This madness had persisted even to this day, and it was with this thought that Kennos devised that his son would be driven from this path of warfare, or so be forever bound to it. And while Trisha objected to sending Tiberys out on such a dangerous mission at such a young age, Tiberys himself welcomed it as a chance to show what he was really made of.
Tiberys was excited to say the least, though quickly reined in when the others told him of the situation as of late, with the people of crackclaw point becoming increasingly violent towards anyone from the realm who came by. Fears were realized when their ships approached the beach, and a ambush force had waited for them on the shore, a small party of faith militant soldiers with locals serving as the bulk of their forces. They had come to apparently try and turn the people of the crackclaw to their side, with the arrival of Tiberys and his father fleet being mere happenstance. Rather than dock immediately though as Alyn wanted and showing the people of crackclaw a swift and merciless end, Tiberys ordered they stay away for the moment, while he attempted to address the crowd. Alyn decided to take a chance and listen to his brother, while Tiberys tried to give a rousing speech, reminding the people of crackclaw what they owed the targaryans, that if the faith militant had their way a lord like his father would still be ruling them with an iron fist, or someone even worse. For his troubles, Tiberys received an arrow to the shoulder, but did cause a rift between the people of crackclaw assembled and those loyal to the faith militant. The two sides began to clash before Alyn’s forces arrived and made short work of the now disorderly rabble. The event happened in only a single day, the faith militant making no serious ground with the people of crackclaw, and more than likely would have never managed to anyway, intervention or not.
Tiberys was taken back to claw isle to be treated for his wounds, Lord Kennos feeling both a fear and a great sense of accomplishment from his second child, and showered him with both praise and honors, even going so far as to declare him the hero of crackclaw point, a title Tiberys has sworn would never be uttered to anyone outside of the island as long as he lived and that his brothers and sisters are sure to mock him over. He was well enough for the day his half-cousin received his fleet from his father, feeling dread at the younger man being put in charge of his own fleet, and what fate might befall him in his own adventure. He didn’t know much of baelon, but knew the lad enough to fear what he might do with such a fleet at his back. Lord Kennos, after the ceremony, had a surprise for Tiberys as well. Since he could and would not give Tiberys his own fleet, and had gifted Alyn with his axe, he instead settled for a ship, dubbed the red grace, and a special gift his father had forged, a shield of brightly polished steel, gleaming with a gold framed face, with their family symbol of three crabs, and a fretty argent diamond and X in the center to show his ban emmon blood. Tiberys knew what it meant, for his father to give such a gift, and he bowed lowed and thanked him deeply for the parting gift, and before the week had ended, set sail for the mainland to join the targaryan navy.
He joined a year later after sailing the straights and getting used to life on the mainland, as he called it, serving as a knight in service in mostly small skirmishes and battles, none of which ended nearly as swiftly nor costlessly as crackclaw point as he fought along the eastern front of westeros and in the riverlands. His chance to fight in a truly massive battle came at what would be one of his last on field engagements, the battle of the dying sands. Still a knight by that point and fancying himself a seasoned man of war, Tiberys was ill prepared for the sheer savagery of fighting the dornish. Even before the true hell began, Tiberys had tried to balance his ideas of honor and civility with the realities of his orders, spending many nights sleeplessly watching the dark, the sounds of those they killed the morning before echoing in his mind. When the battle of sunspear commenced it was clear that their army, even with their mighty dragons, were up for a true challenge when it came to facing the spearmen and archers of the enemy forces. It was all a blur to Tiberys even to this day, all he could truly remember was the spray of blood before the sound of a terrifying crash was heard and the realization that they’d lost one of their dragons dawned, before Tiberys was struck in the head with a stray arrow, straight through his side and out his eyeball at just the right angle to miss major damage to his brain.
Half-blind and in a daze, Tiberys did the one thing he could think of, he raised his sword and began to rally the others to Ser Maekar and keep their forces from falling into total disarray. He survived, though would be racked with flashes of pain in his temple for years to come. His ability to effectively fight was always hindered due to his diminished eyesight, leading to him taking a less active role in battle. To this day the dying sand, as red and wet as blood, still haunt his dreams. And he has not forgotten, nor ever will.
Status: Master at Arms
Age: 34
Dragon: None
Weapon:
+ A Falchion with golden colored hilt and red leather grip, inside a polished wood sheath.
+ A round shield of plain steel, with 3 red crabs forming a inverted pyramid around the middle of the shield, and a fretty argent diamond and X in the center.
Character Skills:
-Expert: History
-Noteworthy: Long Blades
-Noteworthy: Athletics
-Apprentice: Sea Battle
-Apprentice: Land Battle
-Novice: Persuasion
-Novice: Animal Handling
-Beginner: Stewardship
-Beginner: Music: Flute
Appearance: Tiberys is a tall and somewhat lanky individual, thin but with a strong jaw and pronounce bone features to him. He has dark blonde colored hair, kept at medium length and parted down the middle, and a beard and goatee combo that stretches to his sideburns. He has only one dark colored eye, his left eye lost during the battle of the dying sand, for which he wears a eyepatch over it.
Personality: Tiberys is a warm yet jaded soul, the war against the faith militant having hardened and weathered him and his sense of honor and given him a cynical outlook on the morality of men and the sport of battle. While he enjoys a good tale or two and tries to conduct himself in a pleasant and courteous way, there is an unpleasant and cold air to it, as if he were detached and not really all there in conversation. He is a terrible dancer, and does not enjoy the attention that comes with singing or playing the flute, and so tries to avoid such antics and making a fool of himself. Tiberys is also a frugal man, often frowning on spending luxuriously and is a fan of the practical. Tiberys is also said to have a glint in his eye when discussing coin, and a bad habit of trying to find ways of getting more out of everything. Tiberys has a complicated relationship with his family, with a great sense of comradery with all his brothers, bastards or not, a loyalty and devotion to his mother, and a strained love for his father. Over all else though, he is loyal to the targaryan line, and would gladly lay down his life to protect them and their keep.
Background: Tiberys Celtigar is the second eldest son of Lord Kennos Celtigar, the lord of claw isle, and Trisha Bar Emmon, second sister to the lord of sharp point, and a seasoned warrior in the war against the faith militant. Lord Kennos set out to raise Tiberys in what he thought was the best way, with a desire to groom the young lad into a capable advisor and manager for the islands affairs, and not a warrior like his older brother Allyn would be. Tiberys however didn’t desire such a life for himself, the tales of the targaryans and their mighty dragons sweeping ‘cross the land told by his mother, vanquishing mighty foes like harren the black, captivated him while he was young and never let him go. And so Tiberys was usually not so thrilled by his fathers lessons of governance and rule, preferring to learn how to man a ship and navigate the tides, or to ride a horse with a weapon in hand, then he was to keep track of the finances of a building project or decreeing a law. As the lord of claw isle grew more impatient with his son he sought out to, rather than stamp out his desire for combat and knighthood, to route it by showing him just what it was like to fight in a battle.
To that end, Lord kennos instructed Tiberys that he would accompany a group of fine Celtigar knights led by Alyn on a mission to crackclaw point to investigate possible faith militant activity and to gather general information on the locals and their activities. It was a task not to be scoffed at, as the people of crackclaw point held no love for the lord of claw isle, and when things were particularly bad, would sometimes make sport of the lord and his men when they tried to raise funds in the war effort. For years, Lord Kennos, like his father Lord Quentyn, and his father Lord Crispian, had lived in fear of the armies of the faith militant. Their father had been driven practically mad with fear of assassination, retiring early in his service to King Maegor and living in self-isolation as he became more and more obsessed with appearing too weak to defend their island or channel. This madness had persisted even to this day, and it was with this thought that Kennos devised that his son would be driven from this path of warfare, or so be forever bound to it. And while Trisha objected to sending Tiberys out on such a dangerous mission at such a young age, Tiberys himself welcomed it as a chance to show what he was really made of.
Tiberys was excited to say the least, though quickly reined in when the others told him of the situation as of late, with the people of crackclaw point becoming increasingly violent towards anyone from the realm who came by. Fears were realized when their ships approached the beach, and a ambush force had waited for them on the shore, a small party of faith militant soldiers with locals serving as the bulk of their forces. They had come to apparently try and turn the people of the crackclaw to their side, with the arrival of Tiberys and his father fleet being mere happenstance. Rather than dock immediately though as Alyn wanted and showing the people of crackclaw a swift and merciless end, Tiberys ordered they stay away for the moment, while he attempted to address the crowd. Alyn decided to take a chance and listen to his brother, while Tiberys tried to give a rousing speech, reminding the people of crackclaw what they owed the targaryans, that if the faith militant had their way a lord like his father would still be ruling them with an iron fist, or someone even worse. For his troubles, Tiberys received an arrow to the shoulder, but did cause a rift between the people of crackclaw assembled and those loyal to the faith militant. The two sides began to clash before Alyn’s forces arrived and made short work of the now disorderly rabble. The event happened in only a single day, the faith militant making no serious ground with the people of crackclaw, and more than likely would have never managed to anyway, intervention or not.
Tiberys was taken back to claw isle to be treated for his wounds, Lord Kennos feeling both a fear and a great sense of accomplishment from his second child, and showered him with both praise and honors, even going so far as to declare him the hero of crackclaw point, a title Tiberys has sworn would never be uttered to anyone outside of the island as long as he lived and that his brothers and sisters are sure to mock him over. He was well enough for the day his half-cousin received his fleet from his father, feeling dread at the younger man being put in charge of his own fleet, and what fate might befall him in his own adventure. He didn’t know much of baelon, but knew the lad enough to fear what he might do with such a fleet at his back. Lord Kennos, after the ceremony, had a surprise for Tiberys as well. Since he could and would not give Tiberys his own fleet, and had gifted Alyn with his axe, he instead settled for a ship, dubbed the red grace, and a special gift his father had forged, a shield of brightly polished steel, gleaming with a gold framed face, with their family symbol of three crabs, and a fretty argent diamond and X in the center to show his ban emmon blood. Tiberys knew what it meant, for his father to give such a gift, and he bowed lowed and thanked him deeply for the parting gift, and before the week had ended, set sail for the mainland to join the targaryan navy.
He joined a year later after sailing the straights and getting used to life on the mainland, as he called it, serving as a knight in service in mostly small skirmishes and battles, none of which ended nearly as swiftly nor costlessly as crackclaw point as he fought along the eastern front of westeros and in the riverlands. His chance to fight in a truly massive battle came at what would be one of his last on field engagements, the battle of the dying sands. Still a knight by that point and fancying himself a seasoned man of war, Tiberys was ill prepared for the sheer savagery of fighting the dornish. Even before the true hell began, Tiberys had tried to balance his ideas of honor and civility with the realities of his orders, spending many nights sleeplessly watching the dark, the sounds of those they killed the morning before echoing in his mind. When the battle of sunspear commenced it was clear that their army, even with their mighty dragons, were up for a true challenge when it came to facing the spearmen and archers of the enemy forces. It was all a blur to Tiberys even to this day, all he could truly remember was the spray of blood before the sound of a terrifying crash was heard and the realization that they’d lost one of their dragons dawned, before Tiberys was struck in the head with a stray arrow, straight through his side and out his eyeball at just the right angle to miss major damage to his brain.
Half-blind and in a daze, Tiberys did the one thing he could think of, he raised his sword and began to rally the others to Ser Maekar and keep their forces from falling into total disarray. He survived, though would be racked with flashes of pain in his temple for years to come. His ability to effectively fight was always hindered due to his diminished eyesight, leading to him taking a less active role in battle. To this day the dying sand, as red and wet as blood, still haunt his dreams. And he has not forgotten, nor ever will.
all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too