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[color=#FFD736][h1]House Baratheon of Storm's End[/h1]
[h2]Ours Is The Fury[/h2][/color]
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[b][color=#FFD736]House Description:[/color][/b]
Of all the paramount houses of Westeros, House Baratheon is the youngest with no great lineage to speak of. While several of the ruling houses of the other Kingdoms may have risen greatly in prominence following the Conquest, only House Baratheon was truly forged by its events. Orys Baratheon, retainer of the Targaryens, was granted both the right to rule the Stormlands, the Keep of Storm's End and the hand in marriage of the Last Storm Queen, Argella Durrandon. It is widely believe that Orys was the bastard brother of the Targaryen siblings, thus making the first generation of House Baratheon to be the combination of two royal lines.

The meeting of Orys and Argella may not have begun in ideal terms, but they remained united throughout their lives, helping to secure the rule of the new house, equally, their marriage was fruitful, bearing three sons. Few in the Stormlands could suggest the Seven had not blessed such a bond.

Some of this luster has worn off after the death of Orys and Argella, combined with a new generation of glory hungry Stormlords, eager from their own ambition. A spattering of small rebellions begun shortly into the reign of the current Lord Paramount, Durran Baratheon. All who might have hoped the strength of the Baratheons had faded with the passing of their founding sire were proven disappointed however, as all were put down the decisive force. The greatest and worst of these, an ill-fated scheme between discontent Stormlanders and Stone Dornish, was crushed so decisively that Durran now bears the epithet of 'Stormbreaker.'

The scions of the House may bear their mothers Stormlander features, but the blood of the dragon is still strong, and House Baratheon stand ever loyal to the royal household.

[b][color=#FFD736]Family Members:[/color][/b][List]
[*]Lord Paramount Durran Baratheon, The Stormbreaker,
[indent][list][*]His son and heir, Rogar Baratheon
[*]His daughter, Roelle Baratheon
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[*]Davos Baratheon,
[*]Raymont Baratheon, Member of the Kingsguard,
[*][s]Orys Baratheon[/s]
[*][s]Argella Baratheon nee Durrandon[/s]
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[hider=Lord Durran Baratheon]
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[b][color=#FFD736][h3]Lord Paramount Durran Baratheon, [i]'The Stormbreaker'[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#FFD736]Age:[/color][/b] Thirty Eight

[b][color=#FFD736]Appearance:[/color][/b]

A man of taller stature than his father, Durran's features never the less evoke much of his father's steely determination, combined with the heroic form of the Stormlander Durrandons. While Durran may be approaching middle age, his hair remains as jet black as it ever has and he has yet to slow in terms of his physical form. Where perhaps he differs from the rest of his family is his preposition to severity. While he does not possess the entirely cynical nature of his father's later years, those times have clearly left a harsher mark on Durran than his other siblings, no doubt having to bear the greater part of his father's depressive episodes.


[b][color=#FFD736]Description & biography:[/color][/b]

The eldest child of Orys and Argella, Durran was born only a couple of years into their marriage, dispelling any existing rumors among the lords of the Stormlands that Orys and Argella's marriage was a sham put upon them by the invaders. A notably large newborn, Durran was credited with his first victory after his mother swore that she would not bear Orys another child for at least as many years as they had already been married. Despite this (not entirely) jest, Durran grew up under the attentive care of both of his parents. There is no doubt he was raised for his position, with the importance of his role in the preservation of both the family and the realm imposed upon him, but it was not done harshly. He may have been predisposed to physical activity, but it was the other aspects of rule which eventually captured Durran's attention most. His younger brothers, who joined the world only after Argella's 'vow' was proven true, may have thrilled at the thought of campaigns and battles with their father, but the elder instead turned his eye to how best to rule and improve the Stormlands.

Durran was married young to a Ysolde of House Tarth, an initially fruitful and cordial, if not necessarily lovestruck, match that  bore two grandchildren for Orys and Argella, the only two born while the both lived. Sadly, Ysolde did not long survive the birth of her daughter. While their bond was not born out of love, Durran seemed deeply impacted by the loss. The noblewoman, with leave from House Tarth, was buried at Storm's End, and it is still said he keeps the grave well maintained even beyond the duties expected of him.

His lack of presence in his father's later campaigns, and his focus on 'counting coppers' lead many of the more bellicose Stormlander houses to believe Durran to be a weak imitation of his father, strong only in body, rather than act. Such a misjudgment of his character proved the doom of many, as a conspiracy to usurp House Baratheon, in part funded and supported by the lords of Stone Dornish Houses, attempted to act shortly after his father's death. With much of House Baratheon's men-at-arms still away supporting the Crown's efforts to defeat Red Harren, this was a significant threat to the House's continuation. Durran himself lead a brief assault against the traitors, before his forces seemed to break after but a short span of fighting. Buoyed by their success, the rebels were lured into the full concealed force of one of the Stormlands' great torrential downpours. There they were set upon once again by Durran's forces, the flashes of thunder all about them. Fearing the return of the main Baratheon host, the rebels were shattered, little did they know, facing only the garrison of Storm's End itself. The version of the tale that Singers speak of mark this as the moment Durran earned the name 'Stormbreaker' but the truth is much grimmer. Knowing full well that these traitors had looked to use the grief of Orys' passing for their own benefit, Durran's wrath was suitably forceful. The mountain passes into Dorne were strung with the corpses of the traitors, not granted a burial suitable for the nobility, while those houses with even a passing connection to the rebellion were forced to provide hostages to House Baratheon, raising a new generation of nobility to whom the Baratheons were a second family, and ensuring no repeat of the incident.

Since then, Durran's reign has been a quiet affair, mostly overshadowed by the more heroic adventures of his brothers, however few but the most audacious of lords could claim that the Stormbeaker still rules the Stormlands, and fewer still would wish to be the cause of another footnote in history attributed to this man.

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[hider=Davos Baratheon]
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[b][color=#FFD736][h3]Ser Davos Baratheon[/h3][/color]
[color=#FFD736]Age:[/color][/b] Thirty

[b][color=#FFD736]Appearance:[/color][/b]

There is perhaps a little more Valyrian in Davos than his elder brother, still bearing the tall and dark features of a Durrandon,  but not quite the width of his build, and most notably of all, bearing eyes of a dark purple. Davos has all the cordial charm of his father's younger years, modeling himself of the better years of his life, although he spent much of that time away from Storm's End, among the nobility of the Stormlands. For all his murmer's songs charm and heroics, Davos can be as serious as his brothers when needed, a stark change that has caught many out over the years.

[b][color=#FFD736]Description & biography:[/color][/b]

The 'spare' to the heir, when Davos was first born, a full eight years after his elder sibling, there was much celebration of continued stability in the Baratheon line. In many ways, this was a sign to come of the differences between the two brothers. While Durran was born and raised during a time of intense uncertainty as to the future, Davos was the next in a line of a now relatively secure Baratheon lineage, in a Kingdom that Aegon had already done much to knit together in more than just name.

Orys and Argella were no less hands off in their raising of Davos than their first, at least until he was old enough to effectively Page for a noble lord, following this, he left Storm's End to live with House Tarth as a part of the marriage compact involving his older brother's marriage. He spent the remainder of his childhood on the island, learning, in relative isolation to the mainland, the art of being a Squire for prestigious lord, as well as the skills eventually needed to become a Knight himself.  Once Lord Tarth was satisfied that he could make an able squire, he attended alongside the household at tournaments throughout the Stormlands and beyond. Not only did this provide Davos with a well travelled experience of Westeros, it allowed the other Houses of the Stormlands a more direct link to House Baratheon, and a sure sign they did not fear potential reprisal from any who would consider them rivals. Davos was eventually knighted at the age of seventeen, and from then on rejoined his family in full, often accompanying his father on the various campaigns Orys was still known for.

By this point his father was a changed man, however, having lost his hand against the Dornish and resigned his position from Aegon's court. While still no doubt a loving man, he was often sullen and detached. Davos mourned the man he had fleeting memories of from his youth, but still stuck by his side. This is perhaps the greater reason why the Lady Vittoria Tyrell made an impression on the second Baratheon son, not for all her impressive ability on their shared campaigns, though this no doubt helped, but instead her presence seemed to bring some of the old Orys back. The pair were with the Old Stag as he died, and attended his funeral at Storm's End in each others company.

Following his brother's ascension to the rule of Storm's End, Davos has often been his eyes and ears in the wider realm, both at court when necessary, but more often then that on the road or in the field, the accomplished knight still finding time to impress on the lists or in the melee alongside his duties.

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[hider=Raymont Baratheon]
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[b][color=#FFD736][h3]Ser Raymont Baratheon, Knight of the Kingsguard[/h3][/color]
[color=#FFD736]Age:[/color][/b] Twenty Five

[b][color=#FFD736]Appearance:[/color][/b]

Of more delicate features than his brothers, Raymont is still an able warrior and bears the form for it. Next to Durran and Davos he may appear somewhat short and narrow, but for most he would still be considered of above average in both. More unlike the other Baratheons however, is his dedication to knightly ideals. While he may be no Warrior Son, he takes the duty to appear the pinnacle of knightly duty and heroism that the Kingsguard is meant to represent, seriously. The silvered steel of his armour and pristine white of his cloak is kept such, dirtied only during the extensive training he continues to put himself through, and any direct threat to the royal court.

[b][color=#FFD736]Description & biography:[/color][/b]

Of all the second generation of Baratheons, it is Raymont who has most adopted the full trappings of the Andal ideal. As a child he was always fascinated with both the tales of heroes and in the care of horses, he learned to ride well before it would have been required of him (and likely before he even had permission to do so). This fascination informed Orys eventual decision to offer him as a ward to House Dondarrion, for they were both a prestigious house to squire for and equally the story of their formation was one to inspire the young Baratheon.

Raymont was the fastest of his brothers to be knighted, at the age of sixteen, and even at a young age achieved even greater success than Davos in the lists, if perhaps not the melee, in which Raymont does not compete. 

Perhaps the only step Raymont has put wrong, and that is, of course, debatable, is his decision to accept a place on the Kingsguard, offered to him shortly after Aenys came to the throne. While certainly one for the tales, his own house was not quite so keen on the matter, given the relative fragility of House Baratheon in comparison to the other great houses, the loss of potential heirs and stability was not a welcome one. While Raymont has hardly been ostracized from the company of his family, it has certainly cooled his reception back in Storm’s End, even as he continues to win honours for himself and protect the Crown.

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[hider=Rogar Baratheon]
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[b][color=#FFD736][h3]Ser Rogar Barathon, Heir to Storm’s End[/h3][/color]
[color=#FFD736]Age:[/color][/b] Twenty Two

[b][color=#FFD736]Appearance:[/color][/b]

In many ways Rogar appears the sum of his father and uncles, tall and powerfully built, with some of the more refined strength of his uncle Raymont, despite his relative youth next to the still very much active members of his family, Rogar perhaps has the makings of one with an even greater impact on history. He has an easy and boisterous charm, somewhat offset by the more refined sensibilities fostered in the increasingly developed court of King's Landing. 

[b][color=#FFD736]Description & biography:[/color][/b]

The first child, son and heir of Durran Baratheon, Rogar was raised differently than the lives provided to his uncles. He was neither cloistered away nor shipped out to the rest of the Stormlands. The paranoia of changing times had eased somewhat, and so his early life was more regular for an heir of a lordly house. Raised and squired at Storm's End, and with uncles young enough to be more akin as brothers to him, the young man had plenty of examples to draw from in forming the person he was.

In many ways he has taken to matters similar to his father and older of his uncles, he enjoys martial pursuits to the full and while being no swordsman, instead favouring a great-axe, he has earned acclaim in such matters. Already he possesses a loyal cadre of personal retainers, young knights and lords, but more experienced men as well, who align with him based on their own ambition or through the various manners the future Lord of Storm's End has proven himself. There is perhaps a more prideful hint of ambition within him than his father or uncle, a propensity to great celebration that they lack, but such is the way of things. Few men are remembered for being mild.

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[hider=Roelle Baratheon]

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[b][color=#FFD736][h3]Lady Roelle Baratheon[/h3][/color]
[color=#FFD736]Age:[/color][/b] Eighteen

[b][color=#FFD736]Description & biography:[/color][/b]

Surrounded by individuals of almost mythic proportions, for much of Roelle's life she suffered under the idea that she was not anything of great note. While perhaps still somewhat on the tall side for her age, particularly harsh whispers had noted her as as still managing to be of portly build, equally lacking the alabaster skin so common of the Durrandon's, for she appeared slightly sun kissed, with a spattering of freckles across her features. Of course, a prominent daughter of a Lord Paramount would be a prize to any house, it was simply expected by those sharp enough to think such things that any marriage she might win would be on that alone. To say the young Roelle didn't let such mutterings impact her would be false, while she might be considered boisterous by the standards of some young noblewomen, raised as she was in a household of particularly active men, she was not a tomboy in full, enjoying the thoughts of gowns and court as much as she did hunts with her uncles and brother. 

Times, however, have changed. Blossoming in what would be considered 'late' for noblewoman, no doubt aided by the physical nature of many Baratheon family activities, almost overnight Roelle was paid attention in all the ways she had never as a younger prospect. Much as Rogar is a boisterous male presence at court, so too is Roelle his equivalent among the noble ladies, pushing many to small mischiefs that their Septas might frown on, but only to the extent that the gossips of court find entertaining. Even at King's Landing she maintains the past times instilled in her in the Stormlands, practicing her archery and riding far more than she does her needlework. Perhaps the most traditionally ladylike behaviour she is most famed for at court is her dancing, no doubt complimented by the dexterity and endurance keeping up with her uncles has provided her, and thus she has been a bright spot among many of the courtly functions held during Aenys reign so far.

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