The Sellswords - Golden Honour |GoT|OoC|Open|

[Shadyrya]

SELLSWORDS

Sellswords. They make the world go 'round, here in Essos.
For most of the Free Cities, we're the only soldiers they got. Dishonorable? You could use that word to describe us. Craven? The vast majority of us. Stupid? A great number of us are.

Not the Golden Company.

We fight well. We fight honourably. We fight with dedication. You can count on the Golden Company; we will fight for you to the bitter end, and then some. Betrayal is anathema to us. Money is useful only in logistics. For us, honour is nourishment. Honour is a roof over our heads. Honour is sex, power, fame - hell, for us, honour is the new gold.

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Hello. I'm Shadyrya, or Sam the Slayer, depending on who you ask.
This is an RP based on the Golden Company; Westerosi exiles who's only wish is to serve and retake their homeland. You'll be playing a soldier of the Company. We will start helping Braavos take Pentos; however, our end goal is to take Westeros.

Will we succeed?

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-The leader is Lord Jon 'Swyftsword' Stark; exiled by the King Aegon III for encouraging and greatly aiding a Stark rebellion.
-The Company numbers fifteen-thousand strong.
-The Company is falling on hard times; money is scarce.
-Desertion is at an all-time low, due to Jon enforcing the very strict policy that all deserters will be castrated and blinded.

The Application

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Application

[b]Name:[/b] (Keep it within the fantasy realms. No Blue Ivys running around.

[b]Age:[/b] (Don't be super old or a child, please)

[b]Sex:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Skills:[/b]

[b]History:[/b] (2-10 paragraphs, please. Also, have it explain why you have the skills you do. Use decent grammar and spelling. No 1337, please.)

[b]Roleplay Example:[/b] (At least one. The more you have, the more likely I am to accept you, though these aren't the only things I take into acocunt)


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Anything You Need To Know?

Information You Need:

Is Not Knowing This Going To Keep You From Joining?:

1. Respect each other. Keep arguments to a minimum and if someone asks you to refrain from unnecessary behavior, stop.

2. Please obey me. However, this isn't a dictatorship; you can argue your point.

3. Three strikes, you're out. If you don't leave when asked, I will contact moderation.

4. Do not godmod, metagame, or be a general nuisance in the IC.

5. Be realistic. You can't be a sword master and bow master and acrobat and Skilled and invincible.

6. Enjoy yourself. Seriously. If you're not, let me know and leave.

And so, it began ...

[Shadyrya]

Reserved.

[Shadyrya]

Bump.

[Cheten]

Application

Name: (Keep it within the fantasy realms. No Blue Ivys running around.) Martin Whent

Age: (Don't be super old or a child, please) 31

Sex: Male

Appearance: Martin is a handsome and charismatic man, winning friends easily.He is thrity-one years old, tall, handsome man with black hair falling to his shoulders. He is thought to look eerily similar to a young Lord Baratheon, thus led to the questioning of his conception by his late lord father which lead to his banishment. He keeps his body trim and his thick, jet-black hair long but always neatly combed. He prefers to be clean-shaven

Skills: Martin possesses a prowess making him perhaps the best sword in the Riverlands and one of the best swords in all of Westeros. While he lived in Westeros he won many tournaments in the area of singe combat. However he was never a good horsemen and found jousting to be both difficult and a burden and thus never received the love of the small folk that comes from being a jousting champion, a problem his younger brother was never faced with. Martin also suffers from a leg wound he received while fighting for the Golden Company which he is still recovering from, and thus his speed is greatly inhibited.

History: Martin was the first born son of the Noble Family of Whent and as such heir to Harrenhal and all its lands and incomes. As a small child he was trained in the many arts of warfare thus making him a skilled swordsmen and strategist. Unknown to Martin at the time his father was quite distant to him, often treating him with disdain and every great act of success that Martin accomplished in an effort to make his father proud only seemed to infuriate him. It was upon the birth of his younger brother Charles that Martin began to notice that his father seemed to loath him. Lord Whent spen copious amounts of time with his younger son and later sons, none of which resembled Martin in the slightest, leaving Martin to fend for himself with only his Lady Mother to love him.

At the age of twelve Martin began, receiving gifts from an unknown stranger. Each gifts arrival sent his father into a new fit of rage to the point where he even began to beat Lady Whent. One day his father confronted him while he was honing his sword and told him that if he didn't leave within the day he would find his lady mother dead and Martin blamed for the murder. He told Martin he didn't care what he did as long as the world knew that the Oldest son of Harrenhal had forsaken his claims leaving a safe line of succession for Charles. When Martin told his father he would take the black his father sent him North with an "Honor Guard" of trained men. Sadly for them around the Saltpans Martin managed to swipe one's sword and kill the lot of them before pawning off their Arms and Armor for a voyage across the Narrow Sea to Essos where he found employment with the Gold Company.

Roleplay Example: Volantis in Quendi's GOT RP, your Arryn.

[Shadyrya]

I really like the character. Whents don't get enough love.

However, Robert has never existed, this being in the time of Aegon III and an AURP besides.

And unmatched is a bit much, methinks. 'Very good', 'excellent', or 'a master' would be much better, please. And a more apparent weakness would be appreciated, though methinks he has a deficiency for intrigue.

[Lewina]

This would've been much more badass if we RPed as the unsullied.

[Shadyrya]

This would've been much more badass if we RPed as the unsullied.

Well, then everybody would just be following orders. Dreadful.

Now that you've posted, I'll hunt you down and castrate you, then give you a dog and force you to kill it and a baby if you don't apply.

[Lewina]

This would've been much more badass if we RPed as the unsullied.

Well, then everybody would just be following orders. Dreadful.

Now that you've posted, I'll hunt you down and castrate you, then give you a dog and force you to kill it and a baby if you don't apply.

Oh shit...

[Shadyrya]

Well, then everybody would just be following orders. Dreadful.

Now that you've posted, I'll hunt you down and castrate you, then give you a dog and force you to kill it and a baby if you don't apply.

Oh shit...

Oh shit is right, m'lord.

[Lewina]

Oh shit...

Oh shit is right, m'lord.

*hides in a corner* It's Ser.

[Shadyrya]

Oh shit is right, m'lord.

*hides in a corner* It's Ser.

Oh yeah, and I'm not lowborn.

Apologies.

[Lewina]

So do you have multiple personalties then?

[Lewina]

I'll have an app up on the 'morrow Y'grace.

Edit: I lied Y'grace.

[Shadyrya]

So do you have multiple personalties then?

Nineteen and a half.

[Lewina]

So do you have multiple personalties then?

Nineteen and a half.

Is the half a dwarf?

[Cheten]

Application

Name: (Keep it within the fantasy realms. No Blue Ivys running around.) Martin Whent

Age: (Don't be super old or a child, please) 31

Sex: Male

Appearance: Martin is a handsome and charismatic man, winning friends easily.He is thrity-one years old, tall, handsome man with black hair falling to his shoulders. He is thought to look eerily similar to a young Lord Baratheon, thus led to the questioning of his conception by his late lord father which lead to his banishment. He keeps his body trim and his thick, jet-black hair long but always neatly combed. He prefers to be clean-shaven

Skills: Martin possesses a prowess making him perhaps the best sword in the Riverlands and one of the best swords in all of Westeros. While he lived in Westeros he won many tournaments in the area of singe combat. However he was never a good horsemen and found jousting to be both difficult and a burden and thus never received the love of the small folk that comes from being a jousting champion, a problem his younger brother was never faced with. Martin also suffers from a leg wound he received while fighting for the Golden Company which he is still recovering from, and thus his speed is greatly inhibited.

History: Martin was the first born son of the Noble Family of Whent and as such heir to Harrenhal and all its lands and incomes. As a small child he was trained in the many arts of warfare thus making him a skilled swordsmen and strategist. Unknown to Martin at the time his father was quite distant to him, often treating him with disdain and every great act of success that Martin accomplished in an effort to make his father proud only seemed to infuriate him. It was upon the birth of his younger brother Charles that Martin began to notice that his father seemed to loath him. Lord Whent spen copious amounts of time with his younger son and later sons, none of which resembled Martin in the slightest, leaving Martin to fend for himself with only his Lady Mother to love him.

At the age of twelve Martin began, receiving gifts from an unknown stranger. Each gifts arrival sent his father into a new fit of rage to the point where he even began to beat Lady Whent. One day his father confronted him while he was honing his sword and told him that if he didn't leave within the day he would find his lady mother dead and Martin blamed for the murder. He told Martin he didn't care what he did as long as the world knew that the Oldest son of Harrenhal had forsaken his claims leaving a safe line of succession for Charles. When Martin told his father he would take the black his father sent him North with an "Honor Guard" of trained men. Sadly for them around the Saltpans Martin managed to swipe one's sword and kill the lot of them before pawning off their Arms and Armor for a voyage across the Narrow Sea to Essos where he found employment with the Gold Company.

Roleplay Example: Volantis in Quendi's GOT RP, your Arryn.

I changed it. I plan on making it much better but I'm working on like three posts at the same time with crappy lodge wifi

[Shadyrya]

Much better, thanks.

[Cheten]

Hey Slayer how many people are you looking at for an optimal number? Cause I'm gonna pass the link on again but I don't wanna give it to twelve people if your only looking for six and so on and so forth.