Sloth

Adieu

At least now I don't have any deadlines to not meet!

Do hit me up on Skype and or Discord on occasion though. I miss your beautiful banter.

Children of the Greatfather

Since @DeadBeatWalking convinced me to put my crappy work in progress here after he read the pad I was working on, I figure why the hell not. Keep in mind there's still a fair bit to be filled in over the next odd day or so, particular the Master biography and recent history, but y'know.

Now I need to hit the hay before my brain starts to liquefy.

And if I don't finish this everyone's allowed to kick my ass.

Steindahl WIP

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Like the rest of the Masters, the history of the Stein begins at the origin of the world, when the Greatfather and the first of the Born roamed prehistoric Magnar. Much like his father, Steinar, eldest of the brothers, left his home after Nystra's disappearance. Rather than search the world for his mother, Steinar chose to hunt down those he thought had stolen her: the Trolls. During his battles against the Trolls, Steinar is said to have crafted a suit of armor and a massive warhammer within the heart of Magnar's central mountain.

After years of nearly unending combat throughout Magnar, Steinar was called home by the Greatfather, and was mortified to see that his beloved siblings had fallen to infighting and corruption. As he was not there to protect or guide his brothers as he should've been, when it came time for the brothers to be banished to the far reaches of Magnar, Steinar all but exiled himself to the northern wastes, the native territory of Magnar's Trolls. If he could not protect his family from themselves, he would ensure they would never fall to the children of Shebalog.

Unlike his brothers, Steinar was never wed, as he was consumed by his quest to safeguard Magnar from the northern Trolls. As the second generation of the Born spread across the Realms, three of Steinar's nephews and two of his nieces, one for each his brothers, would seek him out at his northern fortress. Weary of their cousins' infighting, the five sought to become Steinar's children. Touched by their dedication and loyalty, Steinar would fill a drinking horn with his own blood and have them drink from it, and thus these five would become the first of the Stein.

Steinar's war against the Trolls would continue for the rest of his life, shaping the landscape and traditions of the Realm he was given providence over. Eventually, he fought his way to the peak of the Troll King's mountain and slew him in personal combat. He had taken many wounds however, and Steinar breathed his last and fell from the colossal mountain fortress. The shockwave when he hit ground was felt throughout all of Magnar, and the mountains that sprang from the impact now serve as Magnar's natural border with the land of Trolls.

Ever since, the Realm was known as Steindahl, and the mountain renamed Steinar's Peak.

There is only one known instance of a Stein Master waging war against his fellow Born, approppriately enough, at the tail end of the Age of Strife. Under the pretense of unifying the Bornic Realms as his forbear would have, Agnar Stein all but left his Realm's mountain forts for the Trolls, bringing the full strength of Steindahl to bear against the chaos in the South. Due to their cousins' weakened states and their own superior equipment, the Stein advanced very swiftly. It was only when one Isvald Lastrund called for a feast on neutral ground that Agnar ceased his campaign, believing that the other Masters were going to bend the knee. Instead, Agnar was outraged at the proposal of a rotating Mastery of Magnar. He would not leave the feasting hall alive, and the Stein, despite being the eldest of the Born, found themselves last in the line of Magnar's Mastery.

Following Agnar's execution and Isvald's coronation as Master of Magnar, Stein history becomes rather one note. While their cousins reaped the benefits of peace in the South, The Stein returned to their home, carving forts out of the sides of mountains and raising villages in the valleys, all in a never ending effort to tame the land and eradicate the sons of Shebalog. Because of this eternal campaign and their endless supply of stone and metal, the Stein mastered the art of construction and blacksmithing. It was not until the Thalasan Invasion that Magnar would know better weapons or fortifications than those in Steindahl.

<sub>• Heimgard, like most of the Realm's major settlements, is situated at the source of one of the Northern rivers, theirs being the Gnifri, east of Steinar's Peak. While it has its origins as one of the many Stein fortresses built to defend Magnar from Trolls in ancient history, Heimgard now serves as Steindahl's capital and one of its two primary trading ports. The Old Fort makes up roughly twenty percent of the city's landscape and acts as the quarters for Steindahl's ruling family and visiting nobles.

• Steinar's hatred of Trolls has seeped into the very identity of his descendants. Within Steindahl there exists a class of slaves known as the Dolbri, or "Troll Bloods" that are said to originate from the icy plains north of Magnar. They are considered to be unworthy of all save the most unsavory tasks in the Realm, and serve at the behest of their Bornic overlords. To call someone a "Troll Lover" is a grave insult.

• Because of Steinar's adoption of many of his wayward nieces and nephews, Steindahl has a diverse population of various Bornic ethnic groups, making Steindahl at once an isolated Realm removed from the majority of Magnar's internal problems and a melting pot of various traditions. In short, any peaceful Born are welcome within Steindahl and may find a home amongst its people. Crime against a citizen, however, is severely punished.

• Accordingly, if a Stein noble is childless, it is not uncommon for one to adopt an heir via Blood Oath. If this ritual is completed, the participants are considered parent and child as far as anyone in Steindahl is concerned, and receive all the expectations therein. Adopted children are considered just as legitimate as biological children in terms of Stein law and general attitude.

• Only Steinar's armor remains in his Realm's possession, as their ancestral hammer was stolen by a descendant of Shebalog many centuries ago. While this adds fuel to the fires of hatred the Stein feel for Shebalog's children, it has also turned the warhammer into a symbol and signature weapon of the region, with many Stein smiths aspiring to craft a hammer to rival Steinar's own.</sub>

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Born at the onset of one of the harshest winters in Magnar's history, Halvar Stein has personally seen the effects of starvation and desolation on his Realm's populace, and for the first time in many centuries, the Stein have begun raiding their Bornic neighbors.

This is Andar. He's Halvar's uncle. He is weary of his nephew's abandonment of Steindahl's tradition of non-aggression against their fellow Born, but with winter hitting the Stein in full force, he sees no way to dissuade his Master. Until that call to cross the Sturmsee where Halvar's obviously gunna go for it and everything's gonna be awesome.

Children of the Greatfather

@gorgenmast Thanks for the information my man. This is why it never hurts to ask. If Trolls are essentially monsters maybe I can spin it around to a realm wide disdain for their ilk as they've had to safeguard the rest of Magnar from them for generations? I'll see what comes to mind with some more brainstorming and get back to you.

Children of the Greatfather

Alright, now that I'm finished reading through the tidbits of lore and all that, would it be at all possible to have a Realm of Born in the North of Magnar descended from a son of the Greatfather who took to smithing? The admittedly very basic idea I've got so far is that this son of the Greatfather consulted with Dwarves, Icewalkers, and so on to learn their ways and subsequently became ignorant of his siblings' quarrels as he was too busy chilling with non-Born. Even had a fun idea where as of yet unnamed son would seek out the sons of Shebalog and not immediately kill them, resulting in his descendants being branded "Troll Lovers" or some other slur, but that's just me spitballing to myself and it seems an Eshkag pulled that off before me. Out of grief or what not he became the Master of Magnar's Northern mountain ranges and all that fun stuff, descendants get that cool architecture/blacksmithing/so on specialization, make vague attempts at staying out of wars with everyone else, potentially pick up a lot of cool stuff from the Thalasan Invaders, or try to innovate their own cool stuff using Thalasan techniques? I dunno.

Am I rambling? I do that.

Basically think a relatively isolationist northern region of badass blacksmiths and stonemasons who have the audacity to not hate their non-Born cousins that is subsequently brought to the brink of starvation and might actually be starting to raid other Bornic?? Realms for the first time in many centuries because winters suck, yo. Ignore the fact that Evar is calling for the Born to come together again for a Great Reaving or what not and other Realms might not like them at the moment.

Maybe I'd be better off actually writing the concept up rather than rambling like a mad man, but I've gone too far now. Do let me know. If it's a no go, I'll either try to cook up some other harebrained scheme or slink away into the shadows, crying to myself.

One Piece: A Seaborne Song [AU]

Boez Cris WIP

“If all the world's an orchestra, this adventure will be our magnum opus.”

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Name

Boez D. Cris

Race

Human (Homo Zaniens)

Age

20

Place of Origin

The Holy Land of Mariejois

Crew

----- Pirates

Role

Captain and Musician

Current Bounty

?? for the following crimes:

• Kidnapping of Wafer D. Kite* (??)
• Piracy, duh (??)
• Numerous Counts of Evading Arrest (?? total)
• Destruction of Public Property (??)
• Harboring Escaped Slaves (??)
• Other Crimes I'm sure

_{* Cris' initial bounty was considered higher than average, and although most now know Kite is a willing member of his crew, the crime has remained on his bounty due to the effort of Kite's mother and to cover up the actual reason he was proclaimed a criminal by the Marine Captain of Orange Town}

Appearance

Cris is almost as well known for his flamboyant manner of dress as he is for his eccentric behavior. He generally matches his clothing to his purple hair, nails and eyes with a scarf, armband and longcoat extending down to his knees. Underneath, he wears a simple black shirt and boots to go with a pair of beige jeans held up by a white belt. Cris is of average height for a male in his age group, standing at roughly 5'8" and weighing a magnificently mundane 132 lbs, or 1.73m and 59.8kg for those who use the metric system.

Equipment

While he has since moved on to electric guitars and various other musical implements, Cris still retains a rather worn down case holding his first instrument, a violin given to him by his mother during his formative years in Shells Town. He claims to keep it purely out of sentimental value and his crew has never seen him playing it.

Devil Fruit

Paramecia, Gura-Gura no Mi (Since we're scalin', innit.)

Though he has consumed one of the most powerful Devil Fruit currently known to the world, Cris is completely ignorant of this fact, believing that he has instead eaten the "Sound-Sound Fruit", given his general use of his newfound powers. For the most part, Cris utilizes the tremors he generates to mimic sound waves for various purposes, whether it be amplifying the sound of his own voice or guitar to acting as a one man band by playing any chosen instrument in such a way that it emits an entire ensemble with an accompanying female singing voice. He has also shown the ability to 'throw' his voice across an unspecified distance in order to communicate with others that are out of earshot. The drawback to this, however, is that the other party has no way to communicate with him.

Fighting Style

As one might expect given the nature of his Devil Fruit, Cris's method of combat revolves around using his guitar as both a medium for his powers and an improvised weapon. This usually involves Cris smashing his guitar into an opponent's head and sending them flying with the ensuing sonic boom, or amplifying any of the sound he generates to dangerous, eardrum shattering levels, though luckily enough he seems to be impervious to such things. Outside of his Devil given abilities, Cris has been noted as sufficiently agile and flexible, which certainly helps one not get hit and subsequently knocked unconscious.

Sonic Symphony: As mentioned, by utilizing his Devil Fruit in unison with his guitar, or any instrument, for that matter, Cris is capable of emitting sonic waves of force at a moment's notice. Typically, this involves Cris either strumming his guitar at an oncoming group of enemies or bashing them over the head. Either way works, really.

Forte Falsetto: Though already in possession of an impressive singing voice, Cris is able to amplify it to heights impossible for normal humans to achieve, effectively making his voice a lethal weapon. Most often, Cris manifests this ability in the form of a magnificent falsetto.

Skills & Abilities

Musicien le Magnifique: Having been trained by his mother and dedicating himself to becoming the world's greatest musician from a very early age, Cris is exceptionally gifted with a number of instruments. These range from the piano, cello and harp to his newly minted trademark guitar. While many claim his skill comes from his fruit rather than his fingers, Cris has swore up and down that while with his powers he's capable of doing the impossible, without them he can do almost as well.

Quick Wit and a Silver Tongue: He's charming innit.

Background Information

Cris was born in Orange Town within the East Blue some twenty years ago to a music teacher who doubled as a single mother. He did not have the luxury of knowing about his father, as his mother almost never spoke about the man, and Cris never felt particularly inclined to ask about him as a child.

With his mother being an instructor, Cris took to the musical arts very early into his childhood. He would soon come to the realization that not only was his mother a supremely skilled artist, but that he had seemingly inherited her talent with a menagerie of musical implements. First and foremost, his mother molded him into something of a savant with the classical instruments in her possession. Violin. Piano. Harp. Such were the tools of the trade, and Cris took to them like a bird to flight. Despite a lack of paternal awareness, Cris maintains that he had a happy childhood with his mother in Orange Town.

At the age of eight, like almost every other child in the world, Cris became enraptured by the last words of the man that was larger than life itself, Gold Roger. He, like so many others, had his sense of adventure sparked by the late Pirate King, and while his mother did her best to quell such ambitions, the itch for adventure never left Cris' mind from that day onward. He looked outward to the world at large, knowing that his destiny awaited him far away from the Organ Islands.

Cris has always been extremely confident in his abilities. So much so that this confidence had been misconstrued as arrogance on several occasions by his fellow students. As one might expect, this made it particularly hard for Cris to make friends in his youth. The only friend he managed to maintain was another boy named Kite, whose mother ran the bar Cris' mother happened to frequent. It was also at this bar that Cris first heard the sound of a guitar from a touring band that happened to be playing. Fickle as children often are, Cris implored his mother to buy him one. She did, and much to her surprise, Cris dedicated himself almost exclusively to it.

Cris' mother fell ill sometime after he turned fifteen. Though they certainly weren't poor, the cost of medicine soon saw the family of two's savings dry up. Not knowing what else to do, Cris began to sell his mother's collection of instruments to pay for her care. He was down to the final two instruments in the house when his mother finally passed on. Those instruments? The violin his mother gave him as a child and his trademark guitar.

Not knowing what else to do to sustain himself, Cris began wandering the streets of Orange Town, living off the donations of strangers. It was during this time that the local bar became something of a second home to Cris, as it was his most frequent venue, so to speak. A few years later, and he'd achieved the minor notoriety of being the hottest act in town, in more ways than one.

His prodigious talent with musical instruments and singing aside, Cris also happens to be a very charming man in general. This, of course, made him quite popular with the ladies on his home island. One night several months ago, when he was performing at the local watering hole that had essentially become his second home, Cris' eye caught an unnaturally beautiful young woman. After a few too many drinks, Cris found himself being led back to said feminine beauty's estate. However, before anything too graphic could be done, Cris was caught red-handed by a father yelling at the top of his lungs. What he did not expect, however, was an accompanying group of men with muskets. As it turns out, Marine Captains don't take kindly to starving artists seducing their daughters. Wishing his companions farewell and leaping from the second story window, Cris managed to escape his pursuers by hiding out in the only place he could think of: Kite's home.

After informing his only friend of the night's events, the duo devised a plan to, in no uncertain terms, get the hell out of dodge. This involved the two of them sneaking out once more and making their way to the docks, where they just so managed to "borrow" someone's dinghy. By the time they managed to sail to the nearest neighboring island, a bounty had already been placed on Cris' head for kidnapping, evading arrest, and appropriately enough, piracy. Thus began Cris' life at sea, unusual as such a coronation might be.

The months since he has been branded a pirate have certainly been eventful for Cris. He's managed to escape capture on numerous occasions, swindle another pirate out of his devil fruit and commandeer said pirate's ship after a heated encounter when his victim sobered up (That he ended up having to eat the devil fruit in order to get out alive was a bit of a hassle, but so be it), and assemble quite an odd collection of companions. After the initial shock of realizing he was now the captain of a pirate crew, Cris decided there was only one place that he and his newfound friends could go from here: the Grand Line.

All it'd take was a quick stop at Loguetown to resupply and they'd be off to scale Reverse Mountain.

朝代循環

Do I get to meet Sun Wukong?

𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚

Why not post a WIP? Everyone's doing it. And Deadbeat told me to.

It'll be all fancied up in the coming days. Probably the weekend.

Nicky Moretti

“Quote.”

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Name

Niccolò "Nicky" Moretti

Ethnicity

Italian-American

Age

20

Loyalty

New York City Police Department
Corno Family

Rank

Beat Cop

Appearance

You know how this works.

Personality Traits

A list with descriptions. What? It's trendy.

Skills & Talents

Police Academy Graduate: Even the NYPD has standards.

Faster than a Rabbit: It's how he got his nickname growing up.

Weaknesses

Is a Cop: They don't tend to last long. Especially when they have a conscience.

Background Information

- Born the oldest child of then bootlegger and soon to be infamous Corno Family Associate Federico "Mad Dog" Moretti in New Jersey, 1922
- Moves with his family to Lower Manhattan in 1931 as the Corno Empire expands
- Nicky remains blissfully unaware of his father's criminal activities for much of his childhood
- Mad Dog Moretti becomes a made man during his children's formative years, chosen as the personal soldier of Don Umberto Corno
- Now a standout athlete, Nicky is horrified at the revelation of his father's reputation and exploits in the criminal underworld
- While he contemplates joining the Armed Forces out of High School, the young Moretti instead enrolls in New York's Police Academy
- Stays out of contact with his family for his year of training at the academy
- Does not attend his own graduation and subsequently joins the (number) precinct in (neighborhood)
- Currently working a beat with (partner's name)

Mad Dog Moretti (Dead made me do it.)

“Quote.”

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Name

Federico "Mad Dog" Moretti

Ethnicity

Italian-American

Age

39

Loyalty

Corno Family

Rank

Soldato

Appearance

You know how this works.

Personality Traits

A list with descriptions. What? It's trendy.

Skills & Talents

See above.

Weaknesses

See above.

Background Information

- Born to Italian immigrants in Newark, New Jersey, 1903
- Always a spirited youth, Federico falls in with one Tullio Corno as children and becomes his right hand man at the onset of prohibition
- Federico soon becomes a legend in the bootlegging community, said to drive, fuck and fight "like a Mad Dog"
- One of his dalliances in 1922 results in pregnancy; a shotgun wedding and his only (legitimate) child, Niccolò, soon follow
- Mad Dog Moretti is introduced to Tullio's uncle, Umberto Corno, whose bar is the base of the crew's bootlegging operation
- Umberto takes a liking to his nephew's brother in arms, and before long Federico is personally responsible for executing a number of independent bootleggers in order to strengthen the Cornos' stranglehold
- Inherits his father's meat packaging business in 1928, forcing Federico into an early retirement from bootlegging, though he remains an active enforcer for the Corno enterprise
- As the Corno Family expands its business in no small part thanks to Federico, the Morettis move shop to Lower Manhattan
- Moretti's Meats soon becomes the cover for the now legendary "Corno Deliveries", whether or not Mad Dog came up with the idea himself is a point of speculation amongst the families
- In 1931, after serving under Umberto Corno since the family's inception, Federico is inducted into the Mafia, a made man
- Umberto's Mad Dog has since remained as his personal Soldato, one of the most respected figures in the Corno Hierarchy and one of the most feared names amongst the other families

Changelog:
May 15th, 2017: Ask and ye shall receive, Mad Dog Moretti as a player character W.I.P. sheet.
May 16th, 2017: Gave Mad Dog a temporary history summary.

Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

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Uchiha Tensai

Uchiha Clan Compound, Konohagakure -- Present Day, Before Dawn

It couldn't have been past dawn when Tensai roused himself out of bed to the sound of rain and faint thunder. For the past week he'd been trapped within the grounds of the Uchiha Clan's compound, and he couldn't help but feel as if he were being treated as an embarrassment; he'd heard the whispers when he was brought before his estranged grandmother and head of the clan, Chiaki. A prodigy of Tensai's caliber blind at age twelve? Rather than speak of the loss of one of their own, the influential group of Uchiha elders spoke only of how Tensai's condition brought shame to the clan as a whole, and only the most ancient amongst them whispered of the Mangekyō. For such a legendary eye to appear in such a young specimen was a preposterous notion to most, but even the most skeptical of the Uchiha's council had grown eerily silent when Tensai recollected the black flames that filled his last line of sight.

Tensai was shaken out of his thoughts when his appointed servant entered his chambers and almost immediately made to grab him as if he would fall over at any moment. He had only gotten up to go to the bathroom, apparently Akemi was sent especially early. Tensai inquired as such as his maid, or rather babysitter, began the process of bathing and clothing him, all he got for a response was some hackneyed speech about his "big day" and how he needed to look his best. Tensai certainly didn't feel comfortable with the new development of having a stranger clothe him, he supposed no child would, but no amount of stubborn outcry and attempts to do it himself would dissuade the woman from doing her job. In that she reminded him of his mother. After some time of standing still and obeying any order to raise an arm or other such trivialities of getting dressed, Tensai allowed himself a sarcastic "How do I look?" he didn't know what possessed him to ask such a meaningless question, perhaps he hadn't entirely lost his sense of humor, no matter how hard he tried to mask it.

"Like a proud scion of the Uchiha clan." the boy couldn't tell if his companion was sincere or joking, but whatever semblance of a smirk he felt on his face disappeared at that moment. Of course, that's all he was to his fellow Uchiha now, a trophy to be paraded around. Truthfully he wasn't even sure why his clanmates were allowing him to go through with remaining a shinobi, the prospect of transplantation was raised during his initial questioning, but he had almost hysterically refused, the technology of surgery was still a recent development of the shinobi world, and he had no desire to become the first case of a ninja getting his eyes ripped out of his head.

The rest of Tensai's monotonous preparation went by in relative silence, he had his breakfast of eggs over rice and within minutes, he was handed a parasol. He heard his newfound companion slide open the front door and reach for his hand. He pulled back from the physical contact and presumably pouted, judging by the audible sigh that he was met with.

"I'm supposed to escort you to the-"

"I've been going to the Academy for six years. I know how to get there."

A short argument ensued, mostly with Akemi pointing out that Tensai didn't know how to get there from the clan's compound and that the roads would be wet from the rain and so on, but Tensai refused to relent from his position, insisting that if he was supposed to be a shinobi he'd have to learn how to navigate without a personal chaperone. Seeing how he wasn't going to see reason, Akemi gave the young Uchiha what was quickly becoming a trademark sigh and moved away from the doorway, bowing her head as Tensai made his way out of the home with enough confidence to immediately lose his footing when stepping off the slightly elevated platform, though he caught himself and made a mental note to feel for railings whenever he came across a stairway.

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Academy Grounds, Konohagakure -- Present Day, Daybreak

It'd taken Tensai a noticeable amount of time to get from his home to the compound's entrance to the main road of the village to where he now stood on the outskirts of the academy grounds. He assumed it had been between an hour or two. Much longer than it'd take an ordinary student to get there considering just how close the clan's compound was to the location in question compared to anyone else's. No matter, he'd gotten there and, presumably, arrived before any of his classmates. Waking up at Sage knows what hour just so none of your friends see you fumbling around walking to school was going to be more annoying that he anticipated. Though he had gathered his stride the closer he got to the familiar setting, seeing as it became easier and easier to navigate when you knew the place like the back of your hand.

What was not easy to navigate, however, was when Tensai accidentally walked off the edge of a small hill where a bridge was supposed to be. What followed was a spewing of what counts as curse words to eleven year olds and a bunch of flailing as Tensai found himself going face first into one of the rivers that ran through the Hidden Leaf Village. He lost his parasol in the ensuing chaos and, like many people who find themselves shocked, forgot how to swim for roughly five seconds. When his senses returned to him he frantically propelled himself towards solid ground before the stream claimed him.

He was too busy coughing up water and muttering under his breath when he was shocked back to attention by the sound of the all too familiar voice of his academy instructor, who'd apparently walked upon him no doubt looking like an imbecile. Frickin' ninja stealth.

"Toshiro-Sensei!"

Tensai turned himself around fast enough to give an ordinary child whiplash and attempted a half hearted laugh before reaching his right arm outwards to probe for the end of the bridge he hoped he hadn't missed by a mile.

"Lost my footing. Dang wet ground, am I right?"

“You should probably get out of the storm.” The elder shinobi commented, a small semblance of his own wariness leaving him in a sigh. “I was about to open up the academy and pin the results of the exams when I heard your... arrival. ”

Tensai had taken the liberty of, thankfully, locating the bridge he'd just missed and began making his way across at an adequate pace before responding, thanking his stars that it hadn't been one of his classmates that found him.

"Well then it looks like I got here just in time!" Tensai hoped to himself that his sensei would end it there and they could just make their way back to the academy before he found a way to embarrass himself again.

"Need any help opening up?"

There was a hesitation in his sensei’s voice, like he knew. “I believe opening the door is as simple as ever.”

The Wild Hunt MC [Werewolf bikers in 1969]

What the heck. I'll give it a shot. After all I was... Born to Be Wild....Hunt.

I'll show myself and my bad puns out.

War of the Usurper [A Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire]

It's the product of about an hour of actual work but hey, everyone's doing it.

It's a WIP innit

Seat of Power: Though both the castle's original builders and lords have long been lost to time, Pyke is one of the most revered sites in the entirety of the Iron Islands, rivaled only by the likes of Nagga's Hill and the island of Old Wyk. Maesters and the Greyjoys alike have claimed Pyke to be one of the oldest castles in all of Westeros, with both bastards born in the Kingdom and the island it stands on sharing its name. Much of Pyke's original foundation has been claimed by the Sunset Sea, and the castle is now more of a collection of keeps and towers amidst rock stacks and rope bridges. Nonetheless, Pyke is a foreboding sight and a symbol of the Ironborn, harsh and unforgiving like the Kingdom it lords over.

Family Members: (Family Tree)

• Quellon, (230-) Lord of the Iron Islands, Captain of the Great Kraken, Son of the Sea Wind, Lord Reaper of Pyke
• X Stonetree, (232-260 AC)
  
  • Harlon, (258-) heir to Pyke and the Iron Islands, Captain of Nagga's Tooth, known as Harlon One Hand
  • Alannys Harlaw, (257-) his wife, currently pregnant
    
    • Euron, (278-) Harlon's first son, second in line to the Seastone Chair
    • Maron, (280-) an infant
• X Sunderly, (240-279 AC) Quellon's second wife
  
  • Victarion, (261-) newly made Captain of the Iron Victory
  • Quenton, (265-) sailing under Victarion
  • Aeron, (270-) a boy of twelve (potentially warding somewhere)
• Jeyne Piper, (263-) current Lady of Pyke
  
  • Robin, (282-) a newborn infant

Quellon, Lord Reaper of Pyke

"I'll lead these Isles to civilization whether they like it or not."

(To be legitimately written later)

• Born in 230 AC at Pyke
• Comes into his rule at the young age of 18
• Personally commands 100 Ironborn longships during the War of the Ninepenny Kings
• Restricts Reaving to the Lands of the Summer Sea and Essos
• Brings Maesters to the Isles
• Encourages mainland marriages and trading
• Stomps on some traditionalist idiots I'm sure
• More cool things

A Recent History of the Iron Isles:

Diary of a Lord Reaper

adhkakldhal

(Note: May or may not be replaced with a single Blackwood kid depending on the existence of a player controlled House Stark.)