Jonath Rowan: Kingsguard
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Name: Afton
Age: 22
E-mail: lunarity at gawab dot com
AIM: witchchild615
RP Experience: stuff. Lots of stuff.
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Name: Jonath Rowan
Journal ID: jonathrowan (imaginative non?)
Date of Birth and Age (the year now is 908 AL): 876 – 32 years old
Gender: Male
House: Rowan – Bannermen of the Tyrells
Stronghold(s): Goldengrove
Occupation: Kingsguard
Desired PB (please provide three, with links to samples, in descending order of your choice):
Kevin McKidd
Karl Urban
Vincent Perez
One-Shot (please build this around a defining 'introductory' moment for your character, in ASoIaF chapter format--THIRD-PERSON LIMITED POV, PAST-TENSE):
The feast was tonight, and Jonath was on duty. Well, when wasn’t he? Always duty, that’s what the White Cloaks were for. It’d been a good long while since Jonath felt like tumbling back the ale ‘til he woke up with whichever fallen flower he could afford. He’d long since realized that approach didn’t hold up well over the years—got boring, got dangerous. He would rather go back to the tower and get drunk where he could stumble into his own bunk, thank you. Besides, whores could kill you- if not one way then another, he’d seen it happen. He’d seen a lot happen, he reflected, but he’d never thought he’d see this- King Paegon killed right in front of his sworn shields and half the kingdom, Prince Rhaeys fled and all the high nobles agreeing to name the Warden of the North as King.
Jonath shook his head and shifted his weight, keeping his eyes steady as he watched the hallway leading to the feast hall. The new king should be coming along any minute- time for the new royal family’s grand entrance. He wondered where they’d put Rhaeys’s daughter for all of this- she was Targaryen. Poor girl, that didn’t look to be a safe thing to be nowadays. Lucky for her the Starks were so stuck on their honor. Jonath could respect that, so he could serve this new king. He had wanted to serve Lord Tyrell once, back when he was in love with a girl who loved him. But that was a long time gone. Now there was duty, and his white cloak was his bride. She’d been good to him these last twelve years, there was no sense in changing what worked. The crown and kingdom were what came first- without them the whole damned thing would come falling down. So Jonath stayed on duty, stayed sober, stayed loyal.
He caught sight of someone coming down the hall. Bloody heralds, all pompous the lot of them. Jonath coughed and put his spear out to stop the man. “It isn’t time yet,” he told the smaller man.
“Their Majesties wish to enter earlier than planned- they want the children to make an appearance.”
Jonath snorted. He could see trouble a good long way off, and he knew it was going to start with those two little terrors of King William’s. Letting the royal children loose in a feast sounded like an excellent recipe for chaos to Jonath, not that anyone asked him. “Well,” he said, and pulled his spear back, “best be getting on then.”
The herald’s announcement rang out a moment later, and soon enough the royal family were at the doorway. Jonath watched them speculatively for a moment. William looked the part all right and the Queen too. They were no Paegan and Aeria but they’d do- more cautious sovereigns for a more cautious time. His eyes slid to the two little girls who stood giggling behind their parents. Gods help whichever poor fellows ended up married to those two. William Stark can reign his daughters or his kingdom- don’t look like a mortal man could do both, Jonath reflected with a huff of air and he turned his thoughts back to minding the door. Which it was about time to open. Jonath made the signal, and the door swung open. The royal family filed past, straight out of the pot and into the fire, and Jonath and his two sworn brothers followed after.
(optional)
Where did you hear about us?
Plot suggestions?
Name: Afton
Age: 22
E-mail: lunarity at gawab dot com
AIM: witchchild615
RP Experience: stuff. Lots of stuff.
(ic)
Name: Jonath Rowan
Journal ID: jonathrowan (imaginative non?)
Date of Birth and Age (the year now is 908 AL): 876 – 32 years old
Gender: Male
House: Rowan – Bannermen of the Tyrells
Stronghold(s): Goldengrove
Occupation: Kingsguard
Desired PB (please provide three, with links to samples, in descending order of your choice):
Kevin McKidd
Karl Urban
Vincent Perez
One-Shot (please build this around a defining 'introductory' moment for your character, in ASoIaF chapter format--THIRD-PERSON LIMITED POV, PAST-TENSE):
The feast was tonight, and Jonath was on duty. Well, when wasn’t he? Always duty, that’s what the White Cloaks were for. It’d been a good long while since Jonath felt like tumbling back the ale ‘til he woke up with whichever fallen flower he could afford. He’d long since realized that approach didn’t hold up well over the years—got boring, got dangerous. He would rather go back to the tower and get drunk where he could stumble into his own bunk, thank you. Besides, whores could kill you- if not one way then another, he’d seen it happen. He’d seen a lot happen, he reflected, but he’d never thought he’d see this- King Paegon killed right in front of his sworn shields and half the kingdom, Prince Rhaeys fled and all the high nobles agreeing to name the Warden of the North as King.
Jonath shook his head and shifted his weight, keeping his eyes steady as he watched the hallway leading to the feast hall. The new king should be coming along any minute- time for the new royal family’s grand entrance. He wondered where they’d put Rhaeys’s daughter for all of this- she was Targaryen. Poor girl, that didn’t look to be a safe thing to be nowadays. Lucky for her the Starks were so stuck on their honor. Jonath could respect that, so he could serve this new king. He had wanted to serve Lord Tyrell once, back when he was in love with a girl who loved him. But that was a long time gone. Now there was duty, and his white cloak was his bride. She’d been good to him these last twelve years, there was no sense in changing what worked. The crown and kingdom were what came first- without them the whole damned thing would come falling down. So Jonath stayed on duty, stayed sober, stayed loyal.
He caught sight of someone coming down the hall. Bloody heralds, all pompous the lot of them. Jonath coughed and put his spear out to stop the man. “It isn’t time yet,” he told the smaller man.
“Their Majesties wish to enter earlier than planned- they want the children to make an appearance.”
Jonath snorted. He could see trouble a good long way off, and he knew it was going to start with those two little terrors of King William’s. Letting the royal children loose in a feast sounded like an excellent recipe for chaos to Jonath, not that anyone asked him. “Well,” he said, and pulled his spear back, “best be getting on then.”
The herald’s announcement rang out a moment later, and soon enough the royal family were at the doorway. Jonath watched them speculatively for a moment. William looked the part all right and the Queen too. They were no Paegan and Aeria but they’d do- more cautious sovereigns for a more cautious time. His eyes slid to the two little girls who stood giggling behind their parents. Gods help whichever poor fellows ended up married to those two. William Stark can reign his daughters or his kingdom- don’t look like a mortal man could do both, Jonath reflected with a huff of air and he turned his thoughts back to minding the door. Which it was about time to open. Jonath made the signal, and the door swung open. The royal family filed past, straight out of the pot and into the fire, and Jonath and his two sworn brothers followed after.
(optional)
Where did you hear about us?
Plot suggestions?