Post by Stranger on Jun 15, 2014 23:43:35 GMT
Name: Ser Morys of Oldmill
Age: 44
Role: Fighter
Background
With his gray hair cropped close to his skull, and his skin criss-crossed by scars, Ser Morys looks every bit the grizzled hedge knight despite almost a decade in the service of House Kytley. Lord Ambrose personally selected Ser Morys from the tournament field, and the knight has returned the favor by dedicating himself to the Lord of Hammerstone with the fervor of the redeemed. His service has allowed him to rise up through the House, and he now sits as the Master of Arms for House Kytley— though he refuses to improve his armor or repaint his shield lest he forget his humble beginnings.
He seldom talks of his days as a masterless knight, only that he travelled the Riverlands and points north, and fought whatever threats endangered farm and hamlet for the few groats that the smallfolk could pull together. His concern for the people of the land has never abated, and he feels a close kinship with them brought on by his time among them.
He has even less to say of his days prior to becoming a hedge knight (and with good reason). During Robert’s Rebellion, Ser Morys remained loyal to the Targaryen King, and struck down his own Lord and brother rather than see his House turned over to the side of the Usurper. That Lord Ambrose knows this, and has promoted Ser Morys anyway, says much of both men.
Ser Morys broods quite often, and the ghosts of his past trouble his sleep. His waking days are spent keeping his personal demons at bay through rigid discipline and personal devotion.
The only place his discipline wavers is in regards to his Lord’s elder sister, Hawys. Though he knows he should not, he cannot help but think of her. Her encouragements—a clandestine meeting here, a servant-passed token there— keep his hope alive, and fuel his desire to prove himself worthy of what he knows he cannot attain: the quietly held hope for land, a keep, and a wife that would cement his fortunes to the family he has come to serve.
Age: 44
Role: Fighter
Background
With his gray hair cropped close to his skull, and his skin criss-crossed by scars, Ser Morys looks every bit the grizzled hedge knight despite almost a decade in the service of House Kytley. Lord Ambrose personally selected Ser Morys from the tournament field, and the knight has returned the favor by dedicating himself to the Lord of Hammerstone with the fervor of the redeemed. His service has allowed him to rise up through the House, and he now sits as the Master of Arms for House Kytley— though he refuses to improve his armor or repaint his shield lest he forget his humble beginnings.
He seldom talks of his days as a masterless knight, only that he travelled the Riverlands and points north, and fought whatever threats endangered farm and hamlet for the few groats that the smallfolk could pull together. His concern for the people of the land has never abated, and he feels a close kinship with them brought on by his time among them.
He has even less to say of his days prior to becoming a hedge knight (and with good reason). During Robert’s Rebellion, Ser Morys remained loyal to the Targaryen King, and struck down his own Lord and brother rather than see his House turned over to the side of the Usurper. That Lord Ambrose knows this, and has promoted Ser Morys anyway, says much of both men.
Ser Morys broods quite often, and the ghosts of his past trouble his sleep. His waking days are spent keeping his personal demons at bay through rigid discipline and personal devotion.
The only place his discipline wavers is in regards to his Lord’s elder sister, Hawys. Though he knows he should not, he cannot help but think of her. Her encouragements—a clandestine meeting here, a servant-passed token there— keep his hope alive, and fuel his desire to prove himself worthy of what he knows he cannot attain: the quietly held hope for land, a keep, and a wife that would cement his fortunes to the family he has come to serve.
It's set just before the historic Blacks v Greens period