Name: Rhonin
Position: Sellsword pledged to the Targaryens of Dragonstone Family: None Weapon(s): Dragonfist Gauntlets Pet: None Story: Rhonin, born Rhonin Flowers of High Garden was the product of rape as so many bastards claim. His mother, a tavern maiden in the prime of her youth when a group of Tyrell men came in and imprisoned her over night with the family she worked for. Taking turns raping her, the inn keepers wife and daughters all night she could not say who the father of Rhonin could be. Hating the name Flowers for its meaning he refused to allow anyone to call him by it. To support his mother, broken by the rape mentally he worked for two farms. One during the day, and one at night, sleeping when he could. Growing taller, stronger he was a dream come true to the farmers he worked for. After his mothers death, he left Westeros for the Free Cities where he joined up with the Stormcrows Sellsword Band. It was there he learned he was a good brawler, learning to use gauntlet weapons, he was a good distraction on the field. Being tall, and brawny people attacked him non-stop. When he fulfilled his contract with the Storncrows, he partnered up with a group of Dragon Hunters who protected the free cities and all places inbetween from rogue dragons. With his fifth dragon kill, he was allowed to claim some of the dragon scales through which he had armor made for him and a new fitting pair of gauntlets. The Dragon Hunters were disbanded, or put to death by the Targaryen's of Meereen. Because he was born in Westeros, they banished him back there, sending him home on a one man skiff, that landed at Clay Point. After kicking the ass of some raiders who were about to take Claw Isle, he was welcomed in their fold, joining the attack he sought to carve out a place for him on Claw Isle to build a life. But it was short lived... The Targaryens of Dragonstone were attacking the raiders... and now they were breaking down the doors of the castle on the tiny isle... |