[hider=Walton Strong] [b]Name: [/b] Walton Strong [b]Alias:[/b] 'Walt' [b]Age:[/b] 42 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]House:[/b] House Strong [b]Appearance:[/b] A man of a respectable height, Walt finds himself standing at 6'2 with an impressively muscular physique, living up to his alleged family name. He is a rather rough looking fellow, with long, thick, course black hair that has a slight tint of grey to it. He is capable of growing a full beard although seems to always shave it once it gets past the stage it could be considered a stubble. Walt's face is home to it's fair share of scars, from his nose to his cheeks and to the most noticeable on his left eye. Or rather where his left eye once was. His is a face that has seen many fights, big and small in the Disputed Lands. Something that is understood when one is caught by his harsh glare with his remaining sharp grey eye. Walt has been in the Disputed Lands for too long to not carry about a blade on his hip wherever he goes. He has learned all to well that around sell-swords a fight could break out at any moment. [b]Personality:[/b] Walt is rather notorious for being a rather prickly and flinty individual. A harsh, stern and unforgiving man who has grown to be quite a humourless and cold person. His father was not particularly good at keeping his coin, which in turn has resulted in Walt himself being rather tight fisted when it comes to money. Keeping good hold of any payments that he winds up getting. Now Walt isn't a complete stick in the mud like some might say. He does have a rather blunt, dead pan sense of humour about him but he does treat his fellow man with respect and can even be considered good company once he has warmed up to a person. He isn't a harsh person on purpose, it's just one must always be careful in his line of work. [b]History: [/b] Walton Strong was born in the mercenary camp of the Golden Company, to his father Lucas Strong and his mother Lanna Strong. His family had been long term members of the Golden Company, claiming lineage from House Strong of Harrenhal before they were exiled by the Targaryens. From there they found themselves in the camp of the Blackfyres, hoping that one day that they may return home and reclaim what they believed to be theirs. At least that is how it had been for the generations before Walton. But the Blackfyres were gone now, Maelys the Monstrous had been the last of the Black Dragon and he had failed to fulfil the dream of the Golden Company just like the rest of his line. 'Beneath the Gold the Bittersteel' were the words of the Golden Company. Well Bittersteel was questionable but the company certainly was full of bitter and defeated men. But still the men of the Golden Company dreamt on, one day they would return home, they believed that with all their hearts despite half of them never even seeing that home that they dreamt for so dearly. Walt was of a different mind, the cause was over with. There would be no future for him in the Company. What could he amount to? Become a Lieutenant just to try and fight the Iron Throne once more? To be humiliated and squashed as they had been all the times before? No, he would have his own dream. To carve out his own future with his own arms. He would make his own place in these lands as a sellsword, but not with this Company. For most of his life Walt has found himself going from company to company, earning as much coin as he could get his hands on and taking part in any conflict that he could find. From the Second Sons to the Windblown, from the Bright Banners to the Wolf Pack. Mayhaps he had delusions of grandeur to begin with but he had certainly believed that by the time he reached the age he was now he would have been a rich man... Well that is not always how things work out. Even now Walt lives from payment to payment, although he has garnered a fair amount of respect and experience due to his efforts throughout his career. Whether the conflict is a victory or a defeat for him. Walt is a man who fights valiantly and fights well as long as he gets his pay. But like many sellswords, Walt is not so eager to give up his life over a contract. And that is when Walt heard the news of a new company forming itself in the Disputed Lands. The Meereenese Knot it styled itself. Well it was a rather embarrassing name but it was one that was making the rounds. Furthermore the pay was said to be particularly good. That was more than enough for Walt to set aside his pride and sign up for the Company. If it came to a bit more coin then well, Walt would just have to do what he needed to in order to get that. The Company was definitely well funded but on the other hand... Leadership was not particularly outstanding and it would not surprise Walt if the Company was to collapse after a few failed battles. Well just like before, as long as he got payed and got away from the whole thing with his life. He would just move onto his next venture if that came to pass. [b]Skills: [/b] Horsemanship: Walt has developed a rather respectable riding ability over the years. Now he isn't an outstanding rider but he has enough skill to be considered 'above average'. Swordmanship: His weapon of choice is a bastard sword and once again he could be considered above average with it, although it should be noted he is past his best years his age isn't too much of a factor when it comes to his strength and skill. Archery: Little more can be said about this other than Walt is mediocre at best. He can hit a target... Sometimes. Reading: Now this might not be a particularly noteworthy ability among nobles and merchants. But for sellswords, well, this is definitely among the rarer skills. Walt can be thankful for the education his parents provided him with. Experience: Not particularly a 'skill' so to say but the accumulated years that Walt has been a sellsword has definitely paid off in some regards. He has a good mind for coin and the price of things, something one needs to know if a deal is a good one or a bad one. He has picked up on some tactics and strategy from a commanders perspective as well as experienced combat against a variety of fighting disciplines from all over the known world. He believes that he has a good nose for liars and a good eye for a lost cause when he sees one. Walt is rather proud of his instinct at this point but well... If it was right all the time he certainly would be a lot richer by now. And still have two eyes at that... [b]Equipment:[/b] - Bastard Sword - Short Bow - Quill of Arrows - A raven black Rousney horse - Bedroll - Several Deer Skins of Assorted Ale and Wines - Rations [b]Miscellaneous: [/b] Careful now [/hider]