[img=http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/starkysigilio_zps1d7bde34.jpg] [hider=Dorrhen Stark] [img=http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/dorrenstark_zps2c117b8c.jpg] [b]Dorrhen Stark[/b], Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, called the Grey Wolf. [b]Age:[/b] [b]Bio:[/b] Lord Dorrhen Stark was born the third son to his grandsire's second son. Often overlooked in his youth, at the age of eight Dorrhen was sent to the Dreadfort by his grandsire's Arryn mother for 'fostering'--a Southron practice that had then long fallen out of favor by the Lords of the North. After less than a year young Dorrhen decided he liked the Boltons and their Dreadfort not at all, and simply rode out one day on his own without a word to his hosts or back to his family in Winterfell. For this reason Dorrhen Stark was called the Lone Wolf in his youth. He would not be heard from again until his grandsire's first son, then Lord of Winterfell, called on the Northern Clans to assist in battling Ironborn. Dorrhen rode to battle with the Clansmen, a shock to his family that he was even still alive...let alone having spent near a decade with the mountain clans of the North. After the repelling the Ironborn the Lone Wolf would again leave the crowded Winterfell, this time on his own volition. Where he went and what he did, few seem to know. And those that seem to know never speak of it. Dorrhen's path to Lord of Winterfell is paved in the blood of his grandsire, the blood of his grandsire's first son, the blood of the first son and his son, and the blood of his own father and Dorrhen's own two elder brothers; blood all spent defending the North from over a decade of Ironborn and Wildling attacks. Dorrhen's ascension to the throne of the Kings of the North ended the pattern of Stark Lords dying in battle. [/hider] [hider=Beron Stark] [img=http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/beron_zps59e045bc.jpg] [b]Beron Stark[/b], Heir to Lord Dorrhen Stark, called the Night's Wolf. [b]Age:[/b] [b]Bio:[/b] Lord Beron Stark was born to Lord Dorrhen and Lady Elsa Cerwyn immediately after their marriage. Beron is made of the rougher parts of Lord Dorrhen, so much so that Dorrhen called on old Mountain Clan allies to help oversee Beron's education as a warrior. Fond of hunting, fighting, and drinking. Beron finds his brother Edderion and sister Vittoria to be bookish and too fond of Southron pleasures for his liking. As such Beron was always much closer to his father, and found it difficult to understand when Lord Dorrhen ordered him to leave Winterfell in order to "discover himself." Unlike Lord Dorrhen's quest of self discovery that took him far from Winterfell and the North, Beron 'discovered' himself with the men of the Night's Watch; where Beron would spend many years with the rangers of the Watch. Due to his fondness of the Black Brothers and time with them, Lord Brodrik has been called Night's Wolf by the brothers of the Watch and men of the North. Though he still finds his brother Edderion and sister Vittoria odd for Starks, their roles in saving the life of Beron's clanswoman wife Elsa, with Edderion's lightning fast horsemanship delivering her to Vittoria's near magical healing, has forever endeared both to the Heir of Winterfell. Beron is best known for carrying a war axe into battle much like his father, and the warriors of the Mountain Clans. [/hider] [hider=Brodrik Stark] [img=http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/eddie_zps206d2a4e.jpg] [b]Brodrik Stark[/b], Lord Dorrhen's second son, called Giantsbane by men and Rikki by his younger siblings. [b]Age:[/b] [b]Bio:[/b] Lord Brokdrik was born to Lord Dorrhen and Lady Elsa shortly after his elder brother Beron. But while Beron is made of the rougher bits of Lord Dorrhen, Lord Brodrik is made entirely of the independent streak that marked Lord Dorrhen's unique path to overlordship of the North. Given Brodrik's penchant for the quiet, dramatic, statement it can be easy for those with intimate knowledge of the Stark clan to see why Lord Dorrhen would feel that Brodrik is most like himself. Especially given Brodrik's fondness for mummers, though he never joined a mummer's troupe as Lord Dorrhen so secretly did during his quest for self discovery. Instead Brodrik grew up with a Lord's education, preferring the teachings of Ser Rory Cassel's elegant swordsmanship to the savage brutality that marked the Clan style combat of his elder brother Beron. It was due to this, and his second son's natural skill with a blade, that Lord Dorrhen gave stewardship of the House Stark ancestral blade Ice to Brodrik. Unlike his siblings, Brodrik was robbed of the chance for a quest of self discovery when a Wildling horde led by the giant Bur Bon Mor Tok Tal forced Lord Dorrhen to keep Brodrik in the North and at his side for battle. When the Night's Watch reported that the Wildling horde had separated into a large vanguard and a small force sent to sneak beyond the Wall, the Lord of Winterfell decided that his large host, with Beron leading the van, would ride north of the Wall and meet with the larger of the Wildling forces. Meanwhile the Night's Watch force of mostly Rangers, with Brodrik, would turn and meet the smaller force of Wildlings that had scaled south of the Wall. Lord Dorrhen anticipated the Wildling horde's Giant leader would be at the head of the Wildling main force. Lord Dorrhen was wrong; the Giant and a group of elite Thenn fighters instead lay waiting for the smaller force, intending to overwhelm the small Night's Watch force with their superior skill and ferocity before riding for Winterfell before Lord Stark and his host could defeat the larger Wildling host and give chase. Instead Brodrik Stark would face Bur the Bad in single combat, the Giant with his massive club against the second Stark son with Ice. Some accounts say it was Brodrik's incredible swordsmanship that killed the Giant, others that it was a lucky strike with a blade such as Ice that did the Giant in. Regardless, the Giant was slain and the Night's Watch began to call Brodrik by the name most men in the North would eventually know Brodrik by best: Giantsbane. Despite his bloody accomplishment, to most Northern Lords Brodrik is best known for his overseeing of growing seasons and his ever even-tempered nature, in contrast to the fiery natures of Lord Dorrhen and his brother Beron. [/hider] [hider=Edderion Stark] [img=http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/brodrik_zpse1ff3e06.jpg] [b]Edderion Stark[/b], Lord Dorrhen's third son, called Eddi by his younger sibling. [b]Age:[/b] [b]Bio:[/b] Born long after Beron and Brodrik, and just a few years before Vittoria, Edderion Stark is half wolf, half horse, goes the gossip in Winterfell. A slight, shy lad best known for his quickness in avoiding the rough teasing of his father and elder brothers, and his quickness is stealing sweet treats from the Winterfell kitchens. Rarely, if ever, would Edderion Stark stop and simply stand up for himself. Much more often he would turn the taunting of his brothers and other boys into ongoing japes with himself the butt of each joke. This worked in charming the older boys into picking on him for laughter's sake, instead out of sheer boyhood cruelty. It also provided Edderion with the ability to charm nearly any Lord or Lady, man or woman, small or high born. Despite these charms, Edderion remained distant and quiet by nature, always preferring his own company to the company of anyone else, with the occassional book of adventures or tales of Creation beyond Northern borders. That is, until the day Edderion nearly died from being tossed by an unruly horse during a hunt. Beron killed the horse, the Stablemaster found a horse with a temperment much closer to Edderion's temperment (solitary and stubborn), and Lord Dorrhen commanded Edderion to spend more time ahorse to become a better rider. The young black Courser, solitary and stubborn, and Edderion became fast companions. Even now Lord Dorrhen curses the day he forced Edderion to ride more, seeing as no one but Vittoria has had much success getting Edderion off a damned horse since that day. Lord Dorrhen has had to build a second stable on Winterfell grounds to house Edderion's growing collection of various horses, including Edderion's prized red Dornish sand steed; a gift from his sister on his three and ten nameday. Though too young to participate in the last battle seen by House Stark, Edderion has seen more of the North than every other Stark combined. He is too often seen mingling with the 'wrong sort'; the sort that horseraces and gambles on it. Though he's always won enough races to keep him out of trouble with cutthroats looking to settle racing debts, those close to him have always been afraid one day Edderion Stark's luck will run out. In a surprise to him, Lord Dorrhen ordered Edderion out of the North: in part to remove him from Northern racing circles, but mostly to resume Lord Dorrhen's determined tradition that his children would, like him, go into Creation on their own to discovery for themselves just what sort of man they are. What Lord Dorrhen never expected was that Edderion Stark would head straight for Dorne to find an unbeatable sand steed...just when King Daeron of House Targaryen would call on an invasion to conquer Dorne. Few, if any, are aware that Edderion Stark isn't simply still in underground racing circles in the North. Including his own family. [/hider] [hider=Princess Vittoria] [img=http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/greyvitt_zps16e63392.jpg] [b]Princess Vittoria[/b], Lord Dorrhen's daughter, wife to Prince Viserys of House Targaryen, called the Healer. [b]Age:[/b] [b]Bio:[/b] Bookish does not begin to describe Princess Vittoria. With an unquenchable thirst for books and knowledge, and with a talent for healing since her earliest days, Lord Dorrhen's only daughter exhausted every library in the North before she reached her three and ten nameday. To date, she is the last known woman to enter the vaults of the Night's Watch, and one of the last to do so--be they man or woman. Before her tenth nameday she had taught herself to speak High Valyrian, using texts from Winterfell, White Harbor, and the Wall as well what Valyrian the Maester at Casterly Black and the Maester at Winterfell knew. Though she grew up with the education Lord Dorrhen felt a highborn Lady ought to have, Lady Vittoria soon became inseparable from her Lord Father after the death of her mother when she was no more than eight years in age: the very same age Dorrhen was when he left the Dreadfort. In some ways, no child of Lord Dorrhen's reminds him more of himself than his daughter. Fiercely independent and known for her turns in mood, just like her father. And just like her father, Vittoria seems capable of charming nearly anyone--be they Mountain Clans or Archmaesters of Oldtown. In other ways, such as her obsession with ancient Valyria and dragons, nothing could be further from Dorrhen and his resentment for House Targaryen, and their bloody dragons--of which Dorrhen is convinced Aegon would have buggered himself to death against Moat Cailin without before forcing the Kings of the North to knee and call the Conquerer overlord. When Prince Viserys visited Winterfell with no announcement, Lord Dorrhen's worst fear seemed to be turning into reality before his very eyes: the dragon Prince and his little Lady of Winterfell, unable to take their eyes off each other, whispering in that 'damnable dragon tongue' to each other every moment he turned his head from their direction. Though Vittoria knew better than to ask her Lord Father to arrange so much as a trip to King's Landing, let alone the marriage she held in her private dreams, Lord Dorrhen was certain the nine years age difference (and the fact they would never see each other again) would ensure that would be the end of his little girl's obsession with the dragon Prince. When Vittoria, and near every Maester north of the Neck, finally persuaded her Lord father to agree to send Vittoria to Oldtown to learn whatever the Maesters of the Citadel would and could teach her, Lord Dorrhen never thought at Oldtown that scheming little shit of a dragon Prince would find his Vittoria once more. But certain as sunrise, in Oldtown Vittoria Stark and Viserys Targaryen found each other again, with word of a highborn Lady's unrivaled skill at learning and memory having reached even the heights of the Red Keep. While some Archmaesters called her prodigy and saw past her gender, and others called her a product of the Stranger and a Lady that should accept her role in society, the dragon Prince heard only strange tales of highborn Lady that could only pique his curiosity. When the Prince discovered the rumored highborn Lady to be none other than the Stark girl that had absorbed every Valyrian word and tale of his ancient House he could tell her in Winterfell so many years ago, it seemed almost fated that love would follow. Until certain Archmaesters reported the time Lady Stark spent with the Prince to the Maester at Winterfell, who in turn reported it to Lord Dorrhen Stark. Enraged, Lord Dorrhen ordered Vittoria back to Winterfell immediately. 'Immediately' turned into a delay of half a year, a fact that boiled Lord Dorrhen's anger to the point where it was Brodrik and Beron who had to stop their Lord father from punishing now a fully grown Lady Vittoria with the back of his hand when Vittoria finally returned to Winterfell. It's rumored the first person Lady Vittoria healed upon her return to Winterfell...was herself. Shortly thereafter Lord Dorrhen arranged a marriage between Lady Vittoria and the recently widowed Lord Dustin, Lady Vittoria far past the age of marrying at nine and ten. On the morning of the wedding, the banners of House Targaryen appeared at the gates of Winterfell, Prince Viserys Targaryen requesting a private audience with the Lord of Winterfell. Afraid of what might come to House Stark should he deny the Prince, and not because it was what his daughter wanted, Lord Dorrhen Stark painfully broke the marriage pact with Lord Dustin (who was all too happy to ingratiate himself with the Royal House) and gave Lady Vittoria's hand to the Prince. The very same day, under the blood red canopy of the Winterfell Godswood, Lady Vittoria became Princess Vittoria of House Targaryen. As much as they are alike, the incident has created a rift between father and daughter that persists to this day. [/hider]