LORD ROOSE BOLTON
Lord of the Dreadfort
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"The Leech Lord"
Artwork by Jortagul
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Status: Married to Bethany Ryswell (born 250 AC, 32)
Children: Ramsay Snow (born 274 AC), Domeric Bolton (born 269 AC), Rodrick Bolton (born 282 AC)
Traits (9):
+2 Battles: Roose is a good commander; however he is cautious, prudent and aware of risks
+3 Survival: The Lord of the Dreadfort enjoys a robust health, resilient to illness. He is known to receive leeching regularly, draining bad humors.
+1 Assassin: Cold-hearted and merciless he is not afraid to eliminate those who disgust him.
+1 Rearguard: He doesn’t lead from the front; he prefers to watch the battle behind the lines, leading his troops effectively.
+1 Capture: A good hunter he knows how to capture every prey, be a fox, or a miller’s woman.
+1 Logistician: Calculating and cautious he knows how to maintain an army on the march.
BIOGRAPHY: The lands of the Dreadfort are peaceful, not a single peasant dares to disturb it. Peasants plow the fields quietly, smiths craft spear points swiftly, millers make bread in an unknown rate. Criminality is at is lowest, not a poacher nor a robber are found in its lands. Ominous, the gallows dominate the crossroads, a reminder to everyone to remain silent and 'peaceful'. Eleven years has he ruled over the Dreadfort, fourteen has he been married to a once-joyful Ryswell. Nor a single one of his subjects have seen his thin lips smile.
"A peaceful land, a quiet people. That has always been my rule"-Roose Bolton
The Leech Lord, Roose Bolton, is pale, of average size with a soft and hairless body, slender and thin. Roose has a plain face, beardless and ordinary, with his only noticeable feature being his eerie eyes, which are as pale and strange as two white moons, his lips are so thin that when he pressed them together they seem to vanish altogether. Some whisper he has no heart, and that in its place a thick piece of ice lays on his chest. Often he receives leechings, which earned him the nickname of Leech Lord. He loves nothing abode tranquility, any disturbance is harshly punished. His wife, Bethany, a comely, attractive Lady from the Rills, have long lost his smile, and loves twice more her red stallion than him. The love they could once feel is nothing but ashes, only silence lay between the silent Lord and the Ryswell scion. Between such darkness only exist a light, Domeric. The young Bolton is the only who has ever seen Roose smile. A singer, a poet, a dancer, a rider, a good juster, he is loved when his father is feared. His Ryswell relatives adore him, and he enjoys riding in the Rills quite often. Domeric is a true Northerner however, able to endure Winter and fiercely loyal to the Stark, something Roose looks down with a little disgust, even if Lord Bolton himself has followed the former Lord Stark into all his campaigns, and none could call him an unreliable or untrustworthy vassal.
He usually wears red leather doublets, dark hose and a woolen pink cloak, lined with fur, and spotted with red drops. He owns a suit of dark grey plate armor over a quilted tunic of blood-red leather. Its rondels are shaped like human heads whose mouths are open in agony. Its helmet has streamers of red silk which flutter in the wind. ooc: He has full armor set.
HIS CHILDREN:
DOMERIC BOLTON, HEIR TO THE DREADFORT
Artwork by Jortagul.
Born in 269 AC (16)
Status: Married with Wynafrid Manderly.
Children: Wynafrey Bolton (born 285 AC)
Traits (3):
+1 Jousting: A magnificent rider, like born on the saddle, there are few like him in the North, nor even Lady Lyanna, half a horse herself. Probably, because his Ryswell ancestry.
+1 Charisma: Amiable, a good poet, dancer and singer, considered fair, the heir to the Dreadfort is loved by many, both in the North and in the Vale.
+1 Survival: He has survived two winters, and has a robust health.
BIOGRAPHY: Domeric Bolton, the sole heir of Roose Bolton, the only son born in fourteen years of marriage with Lady Bethany Ryswell. In clear contrast with his father Domeric is a lovely young boy, trusting and amiable. Quiet and introvert, however he plays the harp and is an accomplished poet, singer and dancer. He loves reading History and is fluent both in Westerosi and Essosi. His most prominent trait is the deep love for horses he shares with his mother and his Ryswell forefathers. He rides an imposing red (like blood) stallion, calm and poweful, with an unlikely name, Gyldayn, as the archmaester. He is a magnificent rider, like born on the saddle, even better than Lyanna Stark, a half-horse herself. He is the only source of joy of his mother, Bethany, in the cold, cruel court of Lord Roose. Domeric is nowadays a squire to Lord Horton Redfort, with whom he is related by blood and kin, through his mother, as Lord Horton's second wife was Bethany's aunt. A promising heir for the Dreadfort, loved by the small-folk and the Lords alike.
-Rodrick Bolton (1): A newborn child, too young to discern what he will become.
-Ramsay Snow (11): A small, ugly, cruel, unruly, wild, bastard. Roose raped his mother, under her husband’s, a miller, hanging body, following the long forbidden practice of the First Night. He lives with his mother in the mill. His paternity is unknown to everybody except Lord Bolton.
MEMBERS OF THE HOUSEHOLD:
-Lyra Overton (29), lady-in-waiting of Bethany Ryswell, a pale, plain woman. He spies Lady Bethany on Roose's behalf.
-Alys Moss (32), lady-in-wainting of Bethany Ryswell, fair and buxom. She is a loyal friend of Lady Bethany. Married to Robett Woolfield (45), who she loves sincerely.
-Mallor (22), the bard of Lady Bethany, and Domeric's preceptor in music and dance. A bravoosi too delicate for the Dredfort, he once whined about that and Roose cut him one ear. He never did it again.
-Maester Corlys (62), the old maester at the Dreadfort, he served both Roose's father and grandfather before him. After all this time he is used to the daily habits of the Dreadfort and the eccentricities of its Lords. He is haunted by some of things he had to do or watch. Being a maester at a Dreadfort is not an easy task, but an stressing one. He has a deep disgust for leeching, something he has to do almost every week.
-Robett Woolfield (45), a tall, not so-good-looking man, with broad nose. He is steward to Lord Roose, taking care of what his Lord needs. A calm and patient man. He is married to Alys Moss, and have a child Rodrick Woolfield (13), the truest friend of Domeric Bolton, and his companion/page.
-'Reek' (17), a hideous, brutal man, born with a terrible stench. He is the Bolton's gaoler. Some say Roose endures him because he is something like a bastard second cousin of his.
-Ser Morton Slate (32), the Dreadfort's master of horse. He looks after the many steeds once brought by Lady Bethany, including her stallion Sharp, and her son's, Gyldayn. Upright, and a rarity in the North, annointed knight.
-Rorge Snow (26) he is in charge of the Dreadfort's kennels. He smells like the hounds. He usually sleeps with them.
-Bran Snow (32), the master of hunt of the Dreadfort, and guardsmen, he is the hunting companion of Lord Roose, beasts and men alike. Merciless and brute.
-Harmond Overton (35), captain of the Household Guard, mean, weasel-like and with a certain fleshiness that could turn into fat. Some whisper he is an adulterous son of the former Lord Bolton with an Overton.
-The Household Guard: The Hunters of Bolton:
One hundred men-at-arms, as fitting for a High Lord as Lord Bolton, comprise the Household Guard of the Dreadfort. They wear black mail hauberks, a steel chestplate and open bascinets. In winter they use heavy furry cloacks. Their weapons of choice are either swords or war axes. They have a dark and ominous reputation as enforcers of Lord Bolton law and executors of his will. They ride with the Lord of the Dreadfort to battle and act as his bodyguards. They are usually subjects born in those villages at the shadow of the Dreadfort, while their captains are members of those houses sworn to Lord Bolton, Overton, Woolfield and Slate. The current captain is Harmond Overton.
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The Dreadfort, seat of House Bolton
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