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[i][b]Blue wale over a white sea.
Common: "Cold ha this is nothing."
Offical: "Deadly as Ice"[/b][/i]

[b]Ser Rolland Agrond Whitesheet[/b]

[i]Heir to Ice Harbor, Black Whale, Iceman 

Nobleman

Captain of the Guard[/i]

29
(Name day is soon)

Male

Personality:
Rolland despite not hitting the age of thirty yet is a very coordinated and drilled man, serious about his duties though he is able to joke and shoot the pile with the guards at the same time. A trait that makes him unanimously loved by most. Raised solely by his mother mostly so granted he has a softer touch than most men of the time period which also sparked his hidden talents for literature and artistry. Perhaps his strongest or weakest attribute is is loyalty and honor, widely knowing as a man of virtue and honest guaranteed to tell the truth. Even if it means disagreeing with his liege lord to make his point, but would care out any given by his superior. Prone to romance as he is one not to visit the brothel, having a sense of longing to have a spouse to call his own. This partial due to his mothers upbringing.

History: 
Rolland was born to the Lord Garmin and Lady Sesila Whitesheet of of Ice Harbor, one of the furthest northern habitable settlement in the Weade's territories and one of the coldest too. As the saying goes "Those damn Whitesheet's got ice for veins." As a young man before his father's madness he was taught and learned to survive on little to nothing under his father's tutelage. Being taken out on whaling expeditions to understand the family trade as the whale was his family's crest and Ice Harbor's main trade besides walrus ivory. Though his skills under his father would be short lived seeing as madness slowly snuck up and took Lord Garmin Whitesheet into madness over the course of five years. Still a rather touchy subject, one he is either quick to act on or to immediately take offense too.

Rolland's father went completely mad by the time he was thirteen, having to deal with his fathers madness as mother took the mantle to teach him some life skills she deemed would prove fruitful also. Apart from his continuing weapons education, he was also taught in
several artistic avenues. Taking largely to artistry and literature. And in so doing gathering a large amount of patience in process. One had to considering his fathers insanity.

Journeying south to reaffirm his father's oath of fealty to the Weades since his father wasn't of sound mind to carry out such a task. Though on his way to Winterhouse, Rolland had come across the late captain of the guard while he'd been hunting. Grievously wounded and with scavenger animals picking at the remains, with a band of thieves still after the man. He didn't think but only put the dying man on the horse, slapped the animals rear for him to get away. Staying as a distraction and to put the would be murderer's to justice, leaving the late lord Rikard to find him wounded but still very much alive. Wanting to see the man that tried to save his mans life. Having to live with a permanent scaring that bothers him on occasion when it gets really cold. 

Rikard obviously knowing who Rolland was as his nick name the 'Black Whale' being the only dark haired Whitesheet to be born in three generations. But the former guard captain hadn't survived and had passed of blood loss. Though all wasn't without merit as Rikard had been taken by the offspring of 'Oldman Bear Garmin.' Enough so to make him the new honorary captain of the guard for his self sacrifice and bravery in the eyes of a larger force. The youngest one to date, taking his post at the age of 24.

Skills:
Accomplished at most weapons,Excellent javelin/short spear thrower/wielder, adequate bowyer but is a better shot with a crossbow, survivalist and a very enduring person considering his birth place, literate, minor poet, accomplished artist, extremely patient

Dreams and fears:
Fears going mad, seeing his father lose his mind has had a profound impact on him. His dreams well since he's a romantic without a wife, well you can figure that one out.

Favored equipment:
Most often wielding spear Ice Fang, an heirloom of the Whitesheet house. Though when it comes to the thick of battle he is also seen wielding or using either a spiked flange or a flail. Commonly seen in lamalar or studded leather armor but again can be seen in scale mail with a shield also.

Extra: Often wearing a polar bear cloak clasped with a walrus ivory pin. [/center][/hider]

[hider= Lord Jovan Zorban Athos, Ayca Firhera][center]
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Jovan
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Ayca

Jovan Zorban Athos / Ayca Firhera

Appearance
Jovan: The only really noticeable trait about Jovan much more is his piercing green eyes, as much of his body is covered in white silks. Covered with a mask as he still self conscious about his appearance. The most comfortable cloth to cover him without causing much discomfort. 
Ayca: It is nothing but flashy as most of her clothing are in vast shades of blue in the form of a dancers attire.

Jovan: Silver Face, White Fox, Cripple, Young Grandfather
Ayca: Leper Lover, Lady of the Knife

Jovan: Nobleman, Former Heir 
Ayca: Former Paramour, Bodyguard, Caretaker

Jovan: Writer, Adviser, Strategist, Economic Consular, Diplomat
Ayca: Warrior in a sense, Herbalist, Former Pleasure Woman

Jovan 26
Ayca 24

Male and Female

Personality
Jovan: He has changed drastically from his younger days and his wild streak. Due to disease has forced him to adopt a simpler approach to life. His affliction has turned him to a shut in, turning him to more of a scholarly life. He hasn't lost his touch of humor over the years as he is often makes a joke at his own expense and is quick to make light of a situation that has gone sour. His humor though often provocative in nature, which most nobility find distasteful. Having lost much as the disease had taken him, except for the friendship between him and Gregar. Even if it was threw raven mostly. Still a tad careless in nature since he gave his right to rule away to his younger brother, not wanting responsibilities fear it would further hurt his health. But his kinship with Gregar would force him to choose his dear friend as he cannot stand his two younger brothers.
Ayca: An odd woman to begin with as being a former pleasure woman, she deeply loved the acted and was addicted to Jovan's love interest at their first encounter. But seeing as he cannot perform, she desperately try to find ways to make him whole once more. With that and being freed from her as a whore from Jovan, feels indebted to him for giving her freedom. But as Jovan's affliction grew so did her efforts to help heal him, even dabbling in herbalism in hopes to cure him. Like Jovan, Ayca's humor is also very crude, almost like the warrior counter part of her lover. Quick to take offense to those who make light of Jovan's disease, almost to a violent degree. Even mocking Jovan himself when he makes his own jests. Underneath it all though lays a kind woman who just wants her lover to be well so that they could start a family.

History
Jovan: Being the first son of the wealthy Athos family never wanted for anything in his life. That being said though it only bloated a carefree figure that did what he wanted when he wanted, spending frivolously. Which to be put lightly had taxed his father so greatly that he sent Jovan to Rikard the Just, being old battlefield friend would help him curb his son to a more dignified man. Forced to leave his warm sunny home to the cold of the north, something that actually terrified him at the young age of ten. Being sent to a cold harsh place at the edge of world (so he thought) and left there to rot.

Though it hadn't been all bad as he'd been lead to believe arriving at the Weade castle, he was constantly cold though. Used to the warm climate of the south, he'd been bundled in furs the weighed nearly as much as him. It was the only luxury afforded to him though as Rikard wasn't as forgiving as his own father curbing the young man to a more suitable figure. Though it wasn't Lord Rikard's doing but mostly a friendship with his son Gregar. Taking to the heir creating a lasting friendship, as  the duo were complete opposites it created a bond tighter than an expert carpenter could produce.

When Jovan left the north though old habits returned, not as bad as before. More tolerable at least until he came across a certain brothel on the way home. Meeting with a young woman by the name of Ayca. Which as lust over took him he became enthralled with the woman spending well over a week in her company alone and hardly slept seeing as the sounds of the carnal desires filled the brothel. At the end of the excursion though customers began to get jealous of hogging the woman to himself. Words at first were exchanged and then it turned to fists as a brawl broke out over the said woman. This peasant who had fought didn't who Jovan had been and for the fight was hung for fighting against the heir of the Falklands, but didn't know the peasant was taking care of his three children alone. With the ordeal done and gone and a fat bag of gold releasing Ayca in Jovan's service.

A year later his good times came to an end as he was unwell falling into a drastic sickness, over time it started peeling at his skin. The beautiful man Jovan was falling apart in the most literal sense, trying to abstain from further degradation his father healers tried at the best to save him. Nothing worked save a tonic of sorts that helped alleviate some the pain and symptoms. At that point he'd become horribly disfigured, a wretch as he had heard commoners call him. Feeling despair and his confidence wain, hiding his face from the word. A safe haven to hide in, believing it to be a curse from his fight over Ayca. It was in that time he realized that he was in no condition to be the heir of the Falklands. Resigning it to his brother. It was in this time that his father was proud despite his many short commings, having to sign over his birth right for the sake of his own well being. But he wouldn't be totaly absent from his family's doings however, he took to the library. Nearly going threw the entire stock of books in two years time.

Now though after hearing of late lord Rikards death Jovan comes to pay his respects towards his foster father and good friend of many years Gregar. Doing so in disregard of a ominous feeling falling over him. 

Ayca: A girl born in the slums to a father who dabbled in thievery and assassination, particularly dirty knife fighting. Providing for a daughter born to him by his dying wife. Who in part helped her father in various deeds to help steal food or whatever valuable necessity that might need to push on for another day. Perfecting her acting trade to pretend on being a helpless orphan or the dirty mouse that the local guards would try and catch, knowing very well her fathers dark trades.

Though all descent things had to come to an end and hers happened to be at the turn of her thirteenth name day. He came in to celebrate the grand occasion with his daughter and for it he'd stolen a few diamonds, but in the door way he his neck had been nearly sliced in two as guards stormed their small abode. Raping her in the process, tossing her to the local brothel for the years of troubles that she'd given them. The madam effectively owning her in a near literal sense as it would be a life on her back or another raping and death by the hands of the local guard. The choice obvious.

But as fortune would have it wouldn't be a long stay at the brothel until a suave and charming young man came, Jovan. As he did pay for her services, he made Ayca feel as if she hadn't been raped and at the moment in the hands of a true lover. Forgetting about her past in his arms. The man even fought to have her, propelling her affections for him. Further enhanced by the freedom he'd bought for her, effectively becoming his paramour from there on.

Things wouldn't last as Jovan's supposed curse started affecting him, turning to the herbalist trade hearing and thinking that it could help cure him. But as time went on her heart for him sank, unable to fathom to lose him. The disease was terminal and as he began to stabilize, Ayca knew her lover was well beyond weak. Picking up on her father's knife fighting as she'd been taught some of it in her early years. It was dirty but she could protect him in a sense.

Skills
Jovan: An ingenious strategist, Gifted writer, Former dual sword master, Economic mastermind, Gifted Diplomat 
Ayca: Descent but dirty fighter, Poet, Calligrapher, Cook, Acting

Dreams and fears
Jovan: Well of course he wants to be better looking but fears that the tonic will fail and the disease will kill him. And desperately wants to be rid of his pain.
Ayac: Well her top dream is to get her lover back to full health obviously, but fears for his demise since he'd be gone from the world. Leaving her helpless and away from his touch

Favored equipment
Jovan: He does cannot fight anymore since he is too weak to adequately wield conventional weaponry. If it comes to self defense though he can carry a dagger. Letting his former paramour Ayca be his protector.
Ayca: Carries a pair of small dual daggers with a half a dozen small throwing knives.

Extra
Jovan has turned into an insomniac over the past year. He hasn't slept in six months[/center][/hider]