W i n t e rXXX△XXXW o l f
S h a d o w 's XX.XX▼XXXh e i r
████████████████████████████████████████ When the snow falls and the white wind blows.... △
Magnus Jonah Allyrion
n i c k n a m e.
Jonah
Jon
Winter Wolf
The Shadow's Heir
Pup
a g e.
25
g e n d e r.
Male
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Black
h a i r.
Black
b o d y.
Athletic, Slender
h e i g h t
6'2
s c a r s.
Nothing too serious,
a few nicks and scratches
All from childhood
Jonah is a dashing young man, with warm olive skin, a gentle blend of his mother and father. Dark hair that he keeps long, reaching to just the nape of his neck. He often can be seen sporting a wolfish grin on his full lips. He dresses more like a rouge then lord's son, in simple jerkins, and breeches. He keeps a sword at his side almost at all times, even though he's never seen true battle, he seems always prepared. Truthfully, it was a gift from his father on his 10th name day and uses it more for emotional security than anything else. Jonah has a wolf as a pet, named Snow, that he found when he was young. He is always at his side, it is rare that you see one without the other.
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Flirting
Women
Ranging
Sword Fighting
Cooking
Music
Sparing
Laughter
His Wolf, Snow
s t r e n g t h s.
Loyalty
Honor
Charm
Ranging
Hunting
d r e a m s.
Psuedo-Immortality
To step out of his father's shadow
Bullies
Sadness
His sister's illness
Arranged marriage.
w e a k n e s s e s.
Pride
His sister/Family
Recklessness.
f e a r s.
Losing his family
Losing his sister
Wasting his potential
████████████████████████████████████████ ▼ Keep each other warm.....XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Lord Ramsey Allyrion and Lady Charotte Ettore.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXHe grew up listening to the stories of his father, the Winter's Shadow
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXand all of the things he accomplished during the war.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXhow he went from a simple farm hand to a lord,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXafter befriending and saving the life of the now King.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXJon longed to have a story of his own.Hoping,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXone day he too would go down in history for some noble deed.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXHe doesn't want war, but he wants something to happen,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXsomething incredible so that he could remove himself
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXfrom this father's shadow. It is a large one,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXthe man is named after the shadow he casted.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXsomething else had kept him from pursuing a career in the royal guard...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXHis baby sister, Clara.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBorn too soon, and at the start of the Long Night,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXa night with which Winter comes to the North, keeping the sun at bay
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXShe was ill, most of her life, left bed-ridden and weak.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXInstilled in him, at a young age, he made it his honor and duty to protect her,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXwith his very life if he must.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXWhile he is a Lord's son and would be Lord of the North someday,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXhis main priority is his sister, not his father's seat.
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Mother: Lady Charlotte Ettore-Allyrion -Rose of Winter
Father: Lord Ramsey Allyrion-Shadow of Winter
Sister: Lady Clara Allyrion- Winter's Miracle.
h o u s e s i g i l.
The Crescent Moon
h o u s e w o r d s .
The Day Will Rise
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Ever the charmer, he makes it a point to make those around him smile, he could be walking down the street, see a woman, young or old, and tell her how beautiful she is, just to see her smile. He could see a child, and offer himself as a playmate. His mother taught him early that even a Lord should be loved by his bannerman, not just respected, and he took that to heart
Fiercely loyal, he would go to war for anyone he calls a friend, and especially for anyone he considers family. Family is a big part of his upbringing. He is close to each of his family members, even his somewhat stoic father. Jonah isn't quick to anger, but nothing sets him off faster than a threat to his family, and Gods be good if anyone were to hurt his sister.
Jonah is often too bold for his own good, he tends to rush into things, even if he doesn't really know what he is dealing with. He just jumps in, only thinking of the consequences if someone else is involved. His own safety comes second if at all. He is not very forward thinking in that regard and this gets him in a lot of trouble, the aforementioned quest, a friend of his got his wooden sword, stuck in a very large tree, Jonah climbed to get it down, and did so successfully, however, in the process of getting himself down, he jumped, not realizing how high the tree was, a broken a leg. This is something he does all too often and more often than not, it has to do with impressing a woman. He is a shameless flirt, and he's been in plenty a fight when he openly flirted with a woman who may or may not have been taken.
Jonah can be a little unfocused sometimes, knowing he has other responsibilities to take care of, he tends to put the enjoyment of others above those. He bores easily, and always finds something to otherwise occupy his time. He learns and learns well, but getting him to sit still long enough to learn is the hard part.
He also tends to romanticize things in his head and can be hurt emotionally because of this. Again, he isn't quick to anger, but he is to melancholy. If something he believed, or thought turns out to be wrong, or impossible, he tends to shut down, by walking away to brood.
XXXXX△Hate those who would truly do us harm.████████████████████████████████████████
f a c e . c l a i m Luke Pasqulino
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