[hider=Ser Bors Hightower][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/v3rO6mx.jpg[/img]
6'8" | 268 lb. [/center]
[u]Name[/u]
[indent]Ser Bors Hightower[/indent]
[u]Age[/u]
[indent]18[/indent]
[u]House[/u]
[indent]Hightower[/indent]
[U]Personality[/u]
[indent]Boisterous
Brave
Bullheaded[/indent]
[u]Weapon of Choice[/u]
[indent]Longsword[/indent]
[u]Talents[/u]
[indent]Swordplay
Horsemanship
Lovemaking (self-professed)[/indent]
[u]History[/u]
[indent]Nearly born to the name of Flowers over Hightower, Bors' tale begins with his father and his less than savory ways. A lad of sixteen, Garth Hightower was the son of the Lord Hightower and thus had never wanted for anything in life. As hedonistic as his namesake, Garth took to drinking and merriment in his youth, charming his way into the chambers of many a lady, both highborn and low. One Melissa Bulwer was no exception. After a quick romp during a routine visit to Oldtown, the young lady found herself not only with a pocketful of memories, but with child. Realizing her folly, Melissa made to inform Garth of the situation and pray he be kind. Upon being laughed off by the irresponsible sire of her child, she tearfully turned to his lord father instead.

Lord Otho Hightower was a stern man. A just man. Upon hearing of his son's dalliance, he was swift in his condemnation. Long had Otho grown sick of Garth's pleasure-seeking and decided that no longer would he shame their house. He gave his brother a choice; marry Melissa Bulwer so his child was trueborn, or find a different family to bring shame to. Garth picked the wiser option.

A rushed ceremony ensued, the unborn child hidden away from public knowledge. Garth carried on with his indulgent lifestyle and his young bride spent the remaining months of her pregnancy at the Hightower. Coming into the world with strong lungs and, more importantly, the banner of the Hightower on his swaddling clothes, Bors was born months later. He proved to be a robust child, rambunctious and energetic from the time he could toddle around the tower's halls, giving his poor mother and the family's servants no end of worry. The young Bors was wild and defiant, and to curb the worst of his behaviors, his grandfather took him on as his personal page, intent on making sure he would not end up with another heir who put his own pleasure above the responsibilities of their station. 

Until the watchful eye of Lord Hightower, the boy was educated. He learned of accounts and ledgers, of manners and courtship and perhaps his favorite all, of sword and lance. Nothing could catch his attention as stories of battle during his history lessons, or so perfectly hold him still as when he watched the men-at-arms practice in the yard. It was obvious early on that Bors was not a man suited for stewardship or intrigue, but for battle and glory. His grandfather tailored his lessons to fit that. He was given extra time with training blade and pony alike once his lesser studies were finished, so as to serve as an outlet for his boundless energy. He became a squire to his grandfather at the age of ten. 

It was around this time that Bors' life saw a change in scenery. The Hightowers had been strong supporters of the Targaryens, having taken up arms against their liege lord in support of Aegon VI and his reconquest of the Kingdoms. When the previous Hand of the King passed away in 392, many great lords vied for the position, but it was his loyal grandfather who was chosen from among them. When Lord Otho took to the capital, it was inevitable that he would bring Bors with him. The King had a son of similar age, and nothing so helped a house maintain its prominence as a boyhood friendship with the future ruler of the 7 Kingdoms. 

So he traded the Hightower for the Red Keep, and Oldtown for King's Landing. The gregarious lad managed to make fast friends with the other highborn at the capital, first among those Vaeron Targaryen, to his grandfather's delight. The boisterous Bors helped the young princeling out of his shell, and in turn the prince helped temper the worst of his impulses. Years passed by, and Bors grew from boy to man with startling speed, an equal in size to some of the castle's men-at-arms at twelve, and nearly their equal in swordplay. By the time he came of age he was a tower of a man, and his prodigious size helped him earn his knighthood later that year. At the tourney in honor of Princess Visenya's tenth nameday, Bors handily won the squire's melee, and was knighted by Ser [name] of the Kingsguard for his victory. 

It has been two years since, and Bors has remained at his grandfather's side, serving as a member of the Hand's personal guard, and only occasionally returning to Oldtown on the business of his house. When the subject of the prince's coming of age tour came to court, he was among the first to volunteer to join the escort, something he was quickly given leave to do.[/indent]
[u]Relations[/u]
[indent]Prince Vaeron: Bors has known Vaeron since he was a boy of ten, and sees him as a surrogate brother figure, though his royal blood keeps him from being referred to with such familiarity. [/indent]
[u]Trivia[/u]
[indent]Bors has a deep, lovely singing voice, but very rarely chooses to display this for the embarrassment it causes him—only when he is thoroughly drunk does he choose to belt out a tune.[/indent]
[/hider]