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[color=#708090][sup][i]"Winter Is Coming"[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b]
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[sub][COLOR=darkgray][b]House Seat: Winterfell[/b][/COLOR] 
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[COLOR=darkgray][b]Region: The North[/b][/COLOR][/sub] 

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[COLOR=darkgray][b]◼ Name:[/b] Lord Brandon Stark
[b]◼ Age:[/b] 46
[b]◼ [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ba/95/cf/ba95cf9eb2787861971f85ba67a13291.jpg]Appearance:[/url][/b] Stark's do not wither into bone and crumple, to live among a frozen land such as the North is to harden ones body as much as ones resolve, the fit live and strong live through the Winter's, all those who cannot pass on Brandon son of Cregan still stands. Large of frame with dark hair and icy blue eyes, strong of arm and skilled as he could has learned much of the world exploring as a youngest son, wiser than most and considering cunning beyond the measure of most Starks.

[b]◼ Biography:[/b] [/color][/sup][/indent] Though the Warden of the North is not as famed as his father or siblings, he has done much to recover the realm and prepare it for what is coming. He has done much to prepare them for conflicts like what Cregan was dragged onto with the Dance and the Conquest of Dorne, however Cregan's grudges still are spoken of in the courts and relations between the Dragons and Wolves are icy as the Winters of the north. 

This stems from the deaths and woes the North has recently gone through from the time of the Dance it was thought they would have a chance to heal and grow more powerful. But a bride promised was never given, their heirs and sons as the loyal followers of the Targaryen's Conquest in Dorne died, not just House Stark's heir but many of their vassals as well. The Skag Rebellion would claim his older brother and Edric would die trying to bring him home. Now, bastards and dragons want aid? They must give in gold and blood before a single Northerner will die in this damned war.

The North remembers, always.

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[COLOR=darkgray][b]◼ Name:[/b] Rowan Stark
[b]◼ Age:[/b] 25
[b]◼ [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3d/5b/2b3d5b597d1e25d122bdfb9d05464135.jpg]Appearance:[/url][/b] Strong of arm and tall, yet silent as the grave in all his movements, able to sneak without intending too. A big man who can move as silent as the grave with a preference for short blades, big axes. Brought up fighting Skagosi, he fights dirty as foes. Famed for smiles and laughter as he cuts down the foe, he is Bolton brutal and Stark stubborn.

[b]◼ Biography:[/b] [/color][/sup][/indent] First born son of Brandon Stark is a bit shorter than his father and considered a trouble maker enjoying sneaking around and pulling pranks. Good with a sling or a bow he is fleet on his feet, preferring short swords and axes to the annoyance of his father. He was a bit of a trouble maker around Winterfell until taken to battle against the Skagosi rebellion.

However he has shown great skill in learning about battles and organization, stealthy and silent he is not as popular as his younger brothers but enjoys good support. He is a trouble maker, having a reputation of sneaking out of Winterfell dressed up as a mercenary before being dragged back by his father by the ear. 

He is as friendly and affable to allies, brutal and uncompromising to his foes. He is a come back or humorous joke when insults fly as if to strike with a fist. While not as big as younger brother, his quietness and stealth are unusual for someone of Stark bloodline. As well as his willingness to use dirty fighting to bring down his foes or fight dishonorably.


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[COLOR=darkgray][b]◼ Name:[/b] Alder Stark
[b]◼ Age:[/b] 21
[b]◼ [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/3f/b9/093fb9a6a6add641de90945b29ef1b09.jpg]Appearance:[/url][/b] Dark of hair with icy blue eyes, taller than his father and bear a striking resemblance to his father and uncle Rickon. Handsome, with a voice like whiskey over honey. Strong and built like the famed Northmen he broad and wide shouldered, steady hand and quick mind. 
[b]◼ Biography:[/b] [/color][/sup][/indent] Strong of hand but sweet of voice, Alder Stark is claimed to be the best swordsman in the North in where he faces off against many of the other Lords of the North sons and champions. Yet time again the boy with a strong arm and better structure than his peers often takes the fight. He rarely speaks up but shows an unwavering devotion to his father and teachers who have forged him like steel.

His singing voice and musical skill have made him one of the most eligible bachelors of the North but more than any of that he is known for skill and temper, council his father on how to best deal with Skagos after their defeat such as rebuilding some defenses and seeing to adding a minor navy to ensure regular control and food shipments to Skagos as they try to end their cannibalism.


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[COLOR=darkgray][b]◼ Name:[/b] Ashe Stark
[b]◼ Age:[/b] 17
[b]◼ [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/8a/b7/5c8ab7983c3297c3ed1cb52b3d21d0bf.jpg]Appearance:[/url][/b] Shorter and stockier than his brother’s Ashe Stark can most be found ascending parts of Winterfell or rocky outcroppings by the outside. He is nimble for his size and can be rather sneaky.
[b]◼ Biography:[/b] [/color][/sup][/indent] The oddball of the family, not as serious as Stark or as withdrawn as a Bolton. Ashe is a cheery and friendly sort who finds Southron’s rather funny with their armor and knightly codes when arrows and rocks slay more knights than a sword ever will. Why bother with practicing with that?

A prankster and unwilling to give up his joys in life such as singing and performing in taverns, Ashe has been known to get into bar brawls where he has made more friends than enemies, among the sons of the other Northern houses. However, he believes the Southrons are fools in how they conduct themselves then again the North has always ruled differently than the south.
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][indent]House Stark were Kings in the North long before the Andals and Aegon rose, one after another they were felled until alone stood the Starks with a loyalty and love of their Bannermen. When Aegon came, the Northern King wisest of them all bowed his head and gave his crown to the Targaryen's. Loyal to oaths and honorable men, the Stark's have recently been famed for the Hour of the Wolf where they killed and exiled men of their enemies when taking the position of the Hand of the King. Having recently put down a brutal rebellion that killed his older brother, Barth the Blacksword infamous warrior Lord who served in the Conquest of Dorne.
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]House Stark has been on the rise, from it's great heights since the Hour of the Wolf when all the Lords of Westeros quaked at the sight of his father Cregan, House Stark has stumbled in the crisis after death of his father and the many heirs he left to squabble. They have recently gained the great influence marrying into House Bolton whom has no male heirs, with goals of adding the Dreadfort to their crownlands. Due to issues within the North of succession and rebellion, Moat Calin has seen some renovation as well as new keep being built on Skagos and loyal soldiers being placed there, with the goal of forcing the Stoneborn who killed thousands in their rebellion into the fold. It's armies are well practiced and more direct control established across the North, due to the recent rebellion and the need for ships House Stark and Manderly's have amassed a small and mostly defensive focused navy, as well supporting them 50,000 men across the North can be called upon, summer has been sweet as their stores swell as each day Winter grows closer the Starks cannot afford to send men to war, but once it comes their armies will happily march across Westeros and take from the mouths of Southron than deplete their own.

However the North is so spread out that it would take over a year to gather, as such house Stark can directly bring about half that number to bear in a shorter time.
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[h1][b][center][color=#FF69B4]Twyla Stark (née Bolton)[/color][/center]
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[sub][COLOR=#FF69B4][b]Age:[/b] 42
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[b]Allegiance:[/b] House Stark & House Bolton[/COLOR][/sub]

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[INDENT][sup][COLOR=#FF69B4]The Bolton presence is carried by Twyla even though she married Brandon. Skin like snow and hair like the depth of night with a gray blue stare that would pierce the best armor. Though severe in countenance her smile is quite warm when given. Twyla holds her head high and is famed for being unreadable. She is obviously intelligent and keeps her own council unless she feels that her council is beneficial.[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

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[COLOR=#FF69B4][b]◼ Weaponry:[/b] Knives
[b]◼ Notable Skills:[/b] Knife combat
[b]◼ Valuables:[/b] House Stark Jewels
[b]◼ Retinue:[/b] Lila Snow, her ladies maid that has been with her since she was a teenager.[/color][/sup][/indent][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b]
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[COLOR=#FF69B4][indent]Twyla Bolton was born the final living ember of a dying, feared legacy—the last direct descendant of House Bolton, raised beneath the flayed banners of the Dreadfort. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of quiet observation and careful survival. The Boltons were not known for tenderness, and Twyla learned early how to read silences, how to measure danger in a glance, and how to endure without breaking. Where others inherited cruelty, she inherited restraint. Where others reveled in fear, she studied it.

By the time she reached womanhood, the North had begun to shift. The old brutalities of House Bolton had made them powerful—but also isolated. Twyla, unlike her forebears, understood that fear alone could not sustain a house forever. She became something rare: a Bolton who could adapt. Her marriage to Brandon Stark was no accident—it was a calculated union, one that shocked the North. To wed a Stark to a Bolton was to stitch together ice and blood, honor and infamy.

Many whispered that Brandon had taken a wolf into a den of vipers. Others believed Twyla had escaped something far worse.

At Winterfell, Twyla remade herself—not by abandoning her past, but by mastering it. She is composed, sharp, and deeply perceptive, often speaking less than those around her but understanding far more. The Northern court learned quickly that she was not to be underestimated. While Brandon rules with the steady, honorable strength expected of a Stark, Twyla governs in subtler ways—through alliances, quiet counsel, and an unerring instinct for threats before they surface.

Yet her greatest struggle is not political—it is legacy.

As the last true Bolton, Twyla carries a name that cannot pass through her bloodline. Though she bore five children—Rowan, Alder, Briar, and the twins Ashe and Wyllow—they are Starks, not Boltons. The flayed man will die with her unless another path is forged. This truth weighs heavily on her, not out of pride alone, but out of responsibility. A house, no matter how dark its history, is still a piece of the North.

Now, she and Brandon quietly search for a distant Bolton cousin—someone who can take up the name and reshape it, or at the very least, ensure it does not vanish into legend and ash.

Privately, Twyla is torn. She does not mourn the cruelty of her ancestors—but she fears what happens when history is erased instead of remembered. She teaches her children both Stark honor and Bolton awareness: mercy, but never naivety. Her sons are strong, her daughters sharper still, and in each of them lives a balance she fought to create.

In the end, Twyla Stark stands as something the North has never seen before:

A Bolton who chose not to become a monster—
and a Stark who never forgot how monsters are made.
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[COLOR=#FF69B4][INDENT]Searching for a Bolton to take the Dreadfort as well as preparing her younger sons to inherit it as a cadet branch.[/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][sub]__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub]
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[h1][b][center][color=#00BFFF]Briar Stark[/color][/center][/b][/h1]
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[sub][COLOR=#00BFFF][b]Age:[/b] 20
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[b]◼ Valuables:[/b] A bow and quiver of arrows, House Stark Jewels,
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[b]◼ Retinue:[/b] Genna Hobbs, a ladies maid that has been working for the Starks since Briar turned thirteen.[/color][/sup][/indent][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b]
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[COLOR=#00BFFF][indent]Briar Stark was born into contradiction.

The third child of Twyla Stark and Brandon Stark—and their eldest daughter—Briar grew up caught between two legacies: the unyielding honor of House Stark and the quiet, dangerous awareness of House Bolton. Where her brothers were given room to grow into warriors and heirs, Briar was watched. From the moment she could walk, it was clear she had inherited something different—not just her mother’s dark features, but her stillness… and her ability to see too much.

As a child, Briar was not loud, nor openly defiant. She listened. She lingered in doorways, memorized conversations not meant for her, and learned the rhythms of Winterfell as if it were a living thing. The servants learned to mind their tongues. The guards learned she noticed who cut corners. Even as a girl, she had a way of making grown men uneasy—not through cruelty, but through understanding.

Her mother, Twyla, recognized it immediately.

Rather than softening Briar—as many in the North expected of a noble daughter—Twyla refined her. She taught her the unspoken rules: how to measure truth from lies, how to let others underestimate her, how to wield silence like a blade. But where Twyla had been raised in fear, she made certain Briar would never be ruled by it. From Brandon, Briar learned honor, duty, and restraint—lessons she accepted, though not blindly.

This made her dangerous in a different way than her ancestors.

Briar does not believe in cruelty. But she understands its uses.

By her teenage years, Briar had already begun shaping her own place within Winterfell. She trained in archery—not for sport, but for precision. She preferred the godswood to the great hall, finding clarity among the trees where others felt watched. Some whispered she had the old blood of the North in her more strongly than her siblings—that the weirwoods listened when she spoke, and remembered when she did not.

At twenty, Briar has become something quietly formidable. She is not the heir—that role belongs to Rowan—but many in Winterfell know that if Rowan is the face of the future, Briar is its shadow. Advisors tread carefully around her. Visitors often mistake her calm for passivity, only to find themselves outmaneuvered in conversation before they realize the game has begun.

Her relationship with her siblings is complex but fiercely loyal:[list]
[*]Rowan challenges her, their clashes sharp but never truly hostile.
[*]Alder trusts her instincts even when he does not fully understand them.
[*]The twins, Ashe and Wyllow, adore her—though Wyllow, especially, sees more of Briar than Briar would like.[/list]

But it is her bond with her mother that defines her most.

Twyla sees in Briar the question she herself once faced: What do you do with darkness when it lives in you, but does not control you?

Briar’s answer is still unfolding.

She does not seek to restore House Bolton—but neither will she pretend it never existed. She studies its history in secret, not out of pride, but out of necessity. If monsters are born from silence and denial, then Briar intends to ensure the North never forgets what created them.

Some in the North already call her “The Thorn of Winterfell.”
Not because she is cruel—but because she is sharp, rooted, and impossible to ignore once she draws blood.

And should the day come when Winterfell is threatened from within or without, it will not be Briar who rides at the front of the banners—

—but she will be the one who ensures the enemy never sees the end coming.[/indent][/COLOR]

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[h1][b][center][color=#00CED1]Wyllow Stark[/color][/center][/b][/h1]
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Soft, quiet, sweet, gentle, and an extraordinary aura that just seems to relax and calm others. Wyllow brings a sweet softness with her that can be mistaken as weakness but is not. She does not go out of her way to be spiteful to people but she will not hesitate to set them on the right path. She becomes an almost different person on a horse. Free and wild she seems to mesh with horses so easily and well that you could say that they communicate without words.[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

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[COLOR=#00CED1][b]◼ Notable Skills:[/b] Songs, stories, playing the lap harp, horsemanship, embroidery and memorizing history as well as several languages.
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[b]◼ Retinue:[/b] Genna Hobbs, a ladies maid that has been working for the Starks since Briar turned thirteen. A stallion named Dārys that is eighteen hands and only lets Wyllow ride him; he tolerates others touching him but barely and you know if you’re not liked by him.[/color][/sup][/indent][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b]
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[COLOR=#00CED1][indent]Wyllow Stark, the youngest child of Twyla and Brandon, entered the world in a hush of falling snow—a twin born moments after her brother Ashe, small and quiet where he was loud and restless. From the beginning, it was clear Wyllow was different. While her siblings seemed shaped by the weight of legacy, expectation, and conflict, Wyllow seemed… untouched by it.

Or so most believed.

She grew into a gentle presence within Winterfell, known for her soft voice, patient smile, and the way she seemed to bring calm simply by entering a room. Servants adored her. Guards relaxed around her. Even the most hardened northern lords found themselves lowering their voices in her presence, as though instinctively unwilling to disturb something fragile and rare.

But Wyllow is not fragile.

She simply chooses kindness.

From a young age, she took to music, drawn especially to the delicate, haunting sound of the lap harp. Where others trained with sword or bow, Wyllow practiced melodies—soft songs that drifted through Winterfell’s stone halls in the evenings. Her music became a quiet constant, something that stitched warmth into the cold North. It is said even the direwolves would settle when she played, their restless pacing soothed by her touch on the strings.

Books came next.

While many noble daughters were taught histories as obligation, Wyllow devoured them out of genuine fascination. She read not just of great victories, but of failures, forgotten houses, broken oaths—stories others skimmed past. Unlike Briar, who studied history to understand power, Wyllow read to understand people. She remembers details others dismiss, drawing connections that often go unnoticed until much later.

In this way, her sweetness hides a quiet depth.

Her greatest contradiction, however, lies in the saddle.

Despite her gentle nature, Wyllow is an exceptional horsewoman, fearless and instinctive. Horses respond to her as they do to few others, trusting her without hesitation. She rides not for display, but for freedom—often slipping away at dawn or dusk, her pale cloak trailing behind her as she disappears into the snow-covered lands beyond Winterfell. There is something almost wild in her then, a glimpse of the untamed North that lives beneath her softness.

Among her siblings, Wyllow is the thread that binds them:[list]
[*]She tempers Rowan’s temper with quiet words that somehow reach him when others cannot.
[*]She lightens Alder’s burdens, reminding him he does not have to carry everything alone.
[*]She sees through Briar more clearly than anyone—and loves her without fear of what she finds.
[*]And with her twin, Ashe, she shares an unspoken bond—his fire to her still water.[/list]

Her relationship with her mother is perhaps the most telling.

Twyla, shaped by darkness, does not quite understand how Wyllow became what she is. Yet she protects her fiercely—not because Wyllow is weak, but because she represents something Twyla never had: a life not defined by fear. Still, there are moments when Twyla watches her youngest daughter too closely, as if searching for something hidden beneath the softness.

And perhaps there is something.

For all her gentleness, Wyllow sees more than she lets on. She hears what is not said. She feels shifts in mood, tension in the air, the weight of unspoken truths. She does not confront these things like Briar would—she carries them, quietly, until the moment comes when a single soft word can change everything.

Many in Winterfell believe Wyllow Stark will grow to be a lady of songs and stories, remembered for her kindness.

They are not wrong.

But they are not entirely right, either.

Because in a world of wolves and ghosts, of bloodlines and buried sins, sometimes the most powerful force is not the sharpest blade—

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