And, ladies and gentleman I present to you...

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[h1][center]The White Bat, Manfryd Lothston[/center][/h1][hr][center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3e/99/81/3e998165eb4e13d67731550bfe2c705c.jpg[/img][/center]


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[sub][ ⚔ ]Origin[/sub][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]132 AC, Harrenhal[/color][/indent]

[sub][ ⚔ ]House/Affiliation[/sub][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]King Daeron I Targaryen, the Royal family[/color][/indent]

[sub][ ⚔ ]Reputation[/sub][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]-Title refers to his status as a member of the Kingsguard and his house sigil, the bat
-Squired for fellow Kingsguard Raytham Reyne, an experienced commander and Knight during the dance of dragons
-Joined the Kingsguard in 153 AC
-Ser Manfryd has distinguished himself in multiple tourneys, and has won more melee's than any other knight currently alive
-He has served House Lothston admirably for many years as its third son
-A renowned Swordsman, know for his talent at facing multiple opponents at once
-Is considered to be of a quiet and dour countenance, being slow to jest
-Cruelly nicknamed the 'Yawning' or 'Tired' Knight by some due to his often tired appearance and his habit of taking long naps if off duty
-Some say he does not sleep at night, hence his tired appearance, and instead stays awake in his quarters or patrols the Red Keep[/color][/indent]

[sub][ ⚔ ]Appearance[/sub][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]The 'White Bat' is described as a tall and handsome man, save for the bags often seen under his eyes. He often looks tired, as if he did not sleep the night before. Although normally together even in his seemingly tired state, at his worst moments he appears to lurch about as if on the brink of exhaustion or sliding off into unconciousness before snapping back awake. Some even rumour that he once fell asleep standing up whilst the King gave court, his head lolled slightly to the left and eyes closed for several minutes. He has thick, neat brown hair and a short scruffy beard and mustache.  He stands around 5 feet and 11 inches tall(some claim he is actually 6) and long limbed. He has haunting blue eyes that seem to follow men wherever they go when they pass him.

His sword has a beautifully wrought pommel bearing the black bat of house Lothston. Resplendent inhis armour, the knight bears no scars on his face. He has a few on his body from various conflicts and tourneys however.[/color][/indent]

[sub][ ⚔ ]Personality[/sub][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Manfryd Lothston is noted as a dour, taciturn and determined Knight. A man slow to jest or take part in merriment, he takes himself and his duties quite seriously. If jests at his expense or his cruel nicknames bother him he has not shown it, preferring to remain dignified whenever possible. The 'White Bat' has been known to lose his compsure at the dishonour of his King or his family, especially his younger and only sister. Though far from a kind man Ser Lothston is neither cruel nor capricious, he is quiet and unheard as he believes a Knight should be.[/color][/indent]


[sub][ ⚔ ]History[/sub][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Mafryd was the last son and second to last child of Lucas Lothston, Heir of Lord Manfred Lothston of Harrenhal. Lord Manfred was called 'Mannfred the Mad' by his subjects, as somewhere along the rode the Lord of Harrenhal had become unstable and taken to strange activities. He would alone in his undergarments or nude on the old battlements of the castle and calim he was Harren Hoare come back, he ordered servants brutally tortured for not cooking his meat long enough. He once tossed a servingboy out of a window because 'the lad was a demon in disguise'. In addition, it is highly believed Lord Manfred had all but one of his sons killed. He had been paranoid that they were plotting to overhtrow him early, and had each of them die in accidents or 'dissappear' into thin air.

Only Lucas Lothston was spared. The meek Lucas had doted on his aged father, and had always been the one to clothe him during his ravings at night and walk him back inside. Because if this he lived through his mad fathers reign without lifting a finger, and had five children. Four sons, of which Manfryd was the last, and one daughter named Danelle who was the youngest. Manfryd's grandfather would rule Harrenhal for most of his life, but he would be there for very little of it. When he reached the young age of 10, he was squired to non other than Ser Raytham Reyne, a prestigous Knight of the Kingsguard. He would prove to be a capable, and quite talented squire in his training with Ser Reyne. He became friends with Aemon Targaryen, who would become the dragon kinght, as they trained together often. Unfourtanetly, Manfryd was born to late to squire during the dance, and instead squired for Ser Reyne in peace time. Had it been war, it is likely the talented squire would have been knighted far earlier. As it was, he was Knighted after his Eighteenth Name day.

He spent a few years travelling, taking part in tourneys and winning quite a fair number. It was not until his Twenty Fourth Name day that he was called to return to Harrenhal. It seemed all was not well, 'Mad Manfred' had run out of time. Using his cruelty as an inciting incident, several bandit groups inflamed the ire of Harrentown's and the surrounding areas peasants, gathering an army of several hundred before committing a Daring raid on Harrenhal. Though many of these rebels were killed in the raid, they managed to kidnap Danelle Lothston. They held her for ransom in Harrentown with about 500 rebels guarding it.

During his time squired to Ser Reyne he had kept up correspondence with his family by Raven, particularly his younger sister Danelle. They would write many letters to one another, growing close despite being many miles away. He was called back to Harrenhal when the news struck, and was determined to rescue his sister. He offered to rescue her for his granfather, who being paranoid of a second raid accepted his offer but gve him only one hundred men to accomplish it. His brothers and even meek father objected, saying he needed many more, but Manfryd simply nodded and said he'd return with his sister in tow.

With a mixed force of Knights and men at arms Manfryd hatched a plan. Splitting off his mounted Knights, he had them harry the outskirtss of Harrentown with repeated charges and feints, hoping to draw the anxious and inexperienced rebels out of the town. The plan worked and all but a core of men, made up from the bandits who started the rebellion, gave chase to the knights. Manfryd led the rest of his men in a vicious attack on the now mostly abandoned Harrentown, sustaining a few injuries from the hard fight to rescue his younger sister. His men claimed he cut down at least thirty bandits himself, as if possessed by some demon of battle. they rescued his sister unharmed and quickly returned her to Harrenhal, before meeting his brothers and there knights. With this new boon in numbers, Manfryd joined back with his own Knights and crushed the majority of the rebel force.

With this victory, and his connections within the Kingsguard and recommendation by Aemon Targaryen, Manfryd was offered a place in the Kingsguuard. He solemnly accepted the oaths and donned the white cloak, blade and armour. Now, sworn to the King for two years, he has not looked back.[/color][/indent]
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[color=purple][h1][center]Robar Storm, [i]the Bastard[/i][/center][/h1][/color][center]
[center][color=purple][i]"Whoever said life was dull?"[/i][/color][/center][hr]
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[color=purple][sub][ ⚔ ]Origin[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]132 AC[/color][/indent]

[color=purple][sub][ ⚔ ]House/Affiliation[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]None but himself[/color][/indent]

[color=purple][sub][ ⚔ ]Reputation[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]-A scoundrel and vagabind of somewhat ill repute
-Called a drunk, adulterer, thief and far worse
-Has travelled extensively through Westeros and farther affield, including Essos and the Free cities
-Has a wide smattering of skills from swordplay and thievery to con-artistry and sailing. Though specialized in nothing, he knows a little bit about quite alot
-Known to be rather lacadaisacal and lazy[/color][/indent]

[color=purple][sub][ ⚔ ]Appearance[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Robar has a rather... [i]distinctive[/i] appearance. With sandy blonde hair, ruddy weathered skin, and a pair of beautiful violet orbs for eyes. These last, paired with his hair color have done two things for him, as he says himself, "[i]My looks have gotten me two things in this life, women and trouble. I enjoy the women, but the trouble comes a bit too often I think.[/i]" He is completely unaware of his heritage, even if others are quite certain what it is. To anyone who asks he simply shrugs his arms and makes the point, "[i]I never knew my father, never wanted too. Who cares who he was?"[/i], after which he often skips town. 

The attire of Robar is interesting. He often travels armoured in the frequent case of conflict arrising. Wearing a sun-bleached gambeson over a studded leather vest colored a once vibrant yellow now faded with age. He wears thick travelers breeches over which are strapped studded leather cuisse of the same color as the vest. He wears a pair of surprisingly fine leather boots and gloves of deep brown color. His cloak is the same faded yellow of his vest and other bits of armour, but somewhat torn and worse for wear though is still a full cloak, if a bit shorter than some and tattered in the ends. He carries a plain steel sword and scabbard along with a few daggers on his person for emergencies.[/color]

[color=purple][sub][ ⚔ ]Personality[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Robar goes about his life with a fair amount of adventure, naievete and a healthy amount of relaxation. He is light hearted, charming and generally a happy person. He tries to never work to hard at anything and puts in only the effort he is comortable with, which is often not much. Lacadaisacal and carefree, the vagabond moves at his own pace. He has little care for the law or what others say, for he paves his own way in this world as he has done all his life. But, Robar is loyal to his friends, and willing to help in most any situation as long as you don't push him to hard. After all, friends shouldn't have to make demands should they?[/color][/indent]

[color=purple][sub][ ⚔ ]History[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]His mother was a Stormlands whore. His father? Only the gods know... well and his mother but she never told. All Robar knows is he was born a bastard with purple eyes and pale blonde hair, which was apparently important. His mother had left the village he was born in upon seeing his eyes for reasons Robar never knew. The new town where he grewq up his mother did much the same. She was a whore, and he was her son... although she picked up other jobs has he grew to try and support them. Robar never resented the fact his father left before his birth, mother always said he 'had an important duty' and he couldn't have stayed. One part of that stuck with Robar, his father left because of his 'duty'. Robar decided no such thing would ever force him to do anything. After his thirteenth name day Robar told his mother he'd be leaving to see Westeros. She asked if it was to find his father, but he simply laughed and shook his head. He promised to try and send gold if he could and kissed her goodbye.

For another thirteen years he wandered Westeros and the wider world. He learned many skills as he went. He picked up a smattering of the water dance from a Braavosi sellsword, how to pick pockets from an street urchin in Kings landing, a bit of Westerosi brawling from a talented drunkard. These skills served him well in his travels as he drifted like a leaf in the vicious winds of a storm. But, everywhere he went people seemed to care quite a bit about his eyes, sometimes they'd attack him, some asked to sleep with him, and some asked if he wanted a ride to Kings landing. These always confused him, though he eventually learned that the Targaryen rulers of Westeros like him had purple eyes and blonde hair. He considered it a fluke, he was born uneducated and low how could he know anything about the traits of father to son?

Regardless, he has traveled even to this day from adventure to adventure and place to place. He never stayed anywhere long, and still does not to this day. As he has gotten older he has begun slowly to wonder about his eyes and his father... who he was and what 'Duty' he had to attend to... and maybe he'll find out. Maybe his eyes mean something, maybe not. Either way, he'll be there to find out.[/color][/indent]


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