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JON SNOW
ASOIAF
AGE: mid 20s
DOB: unknown
HOMETOWN: Winterfell, Westeros
BUNGALOW: Bedford #25
PB: Kit Harington
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT: Just under 6'
COMPLEXION: fair

In Westeros, a man’s destiny is set from the time of his conception. Should a man be lucky enough to be a trueborn son of a nobleman and his wife, the world is his oyster and all opportunities are ripe for the plucking given enough gold and political savvy but Jon Snow is not one of those men. Jon Snow was born the lone bastard of noble Lord Eddard Stark and his parentage remains shrouded in mystery to this day. Some say Stark got him on a serving wench named Wylla, others suspect highborn Ashara Dayne but all knew that life as a bastard would be anything but easy.

Jon grew up alongside his trueborn brothers and sisters, the Starks of Winterfell, but he was never truly one of them. At fourteen, full of a foolish boy’s pride and the desire to be something more than a half-brother to the wolves, Jon asked to join the Night’s Watch along with his uncle, Benjen, so he could leave Winterfell and see the world that lay beyond the Wall. Life on the Wall is difficult and fraught with not only the dangers of battle but the dangers of one’s brothers, no longer highborn lords and ladies but murderers, rapists and thieves. The Wall served as the last line of defense against the hordes of Wildlings that lay beyond it and something colder and more sinister: the White Walkers.

While wars were fought in the south over thrones and crowns, Jon and his brothers waged war against the King-Beyond-The-Wall, Mance Rayder, and after being kidnapped by a raiding party, Jon lived among the Wildlings and even loved one, Ygritte, and forsook the vows he took along with the black. Rayder sought to conquer the wall itself and Jon, still faithful in spite of his missteps with Ygritte, broke away and took command of the Wall during Rayder’s assault. It was only the timely arrival of Stannis Baratheon, brother to the late king Robert, that held off the Wildlings and with the Night’s Watch in shambles, Jon was voted the 998th Lord Commander of the Wall.

Talented though he was with sword and bow, command did not set easy on Jon’s head and caught between the neutrality of the Watch and Stannis’ desire to be king, Jon was faced with a difficult choice: become legitimate and Jon Stark of Winterfell, a puppet lord to help set Stannis on the Iron Throne or stay loyal to his family and his vows and remain Jon Snow of the Watch. Jon chose the Watch, and his vows, though the choice didn’t come easily or sit well with Stannis.

But Jon's resolve to remain a neutral Black brother, a lord commander who takes no part was broken when he realized that the Wildlings would be needed as allies to fight against the onslaught of the White Walkers. Complicating matters further is the arrival of his long-lost sister, Sansa Stark, newly fled from the sadist Ramsay Bolton and looking to retake Winterfell.

Jon enters the game after being made King in the North in Game of Thrones 6x10 - The Winds of Winter.
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CHARACTER NAME: Jon Snow
CHARACTER CANON: Game of Thrones

[OOC]
This is the permissions list for OOC (out of character) activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired.

Slowtagging: Yes
Canon-puncturing: No
Offensive subjects (elaborate): Nothing offends me as a player but Jon gets pretty flustered about violence toward women or around women in general.

[IC]
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Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:

Hugging this character: I wouldn't recommend it.
Kissing this character: Probably not, unless you're dating him.
Flirting with this character: Sure, but he's a derp and won't get it.
Fighting with this character: Sure, he's an accomplished swordsman and archer.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Yes, but drop me a note first.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure but work it out with me first.

General Warnings: Jon is pretty easy-going but he's not overly fond of magic or things he doesn't understand without just looking at them (aka modern tech).

Kink List - work in progress.

[GODMODDING]

Right now, nobody, but this will change accordingly.
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Normally raiding parties didn't go this south but the green lands had better meat, better women and better crops for stealing. Jon was one of the best and usually when things were slim for them up above the Wall, they sent him and Tormund south because they could slip around the crows' arrows easier than the others.

Lately, the crows all seemed busy with some king or lord so it was nothing to slip past the lightly garrisoned castle at the Shadow Tower and make their way south. They kept off the road, too easy to be seen, and poached from the land as they went further and further toward the great grand castle they called Winterfell.

"They call this the Wolfswood," Tormund said, chewing a blade of grass thoughtfully. Jon could see why. There were wolves here, though they were the small ones that were no match for his direwolf. As they killed, he kept the pelts; they'd make a fine cloak. They came up on a pond in the wood, found a horse tethered there, heard the soft sounds of a woman.

"We'll be seen," Tormund hissed but Jon couldn't help it. He was curious, too curious, and drew up closer. She was kissed by fire, with hair the color of dancing flames, and he longed to reach out and touch it. The first girl he'd ever stolen had been kissed by fire and when he'd made love to her, she'd told him he was lucky for it.

In his desire to get closer to her, he stepped on a branch and it cracked loudly, giving away his position.
tooktheblack: (nggh)
One of these days, Jon was going to end up paired with someone who wasn't Ygritte but apparently this mission wasn't it. They were getting shipped out north of the Wall in the middle of bloody winter because, really, when better to go shoot in the dark at caves and hope you might hit something? Up in the mountains, it was cold, and there was usually a layer of frost on the ground even when there wasn't snow.

Oh, and there was snow. Tons of snow. Jon preferred the cold over the heat in Dorne, true, but after shutting down the last Wildling incursion at the Wall, he really wanted to go somewhere nice for a change. He'd wanted to switch to an air unit, fancied himself on the back of a dragon for a while, but after trying to test in, he decided it wasn't for him. He liked being a ranger even though Ygritte drove him insane.

The problem wasn't her ability. She was a damn fine shot and she could take care of herself. The problem was that she was so godsdamned distracting. Her hair, her scent, the way she took the piss out of him no matter what he said or did, her loyalty, her freckles - everything added up to something he couldn't resist and it drove him insane because he absolutely under no circumstances could sleep with her. No way. No how.

And now they were getting sent North again and he was going to have to deal with all of that in close quarters for who knew how many moons. Again. He took his orders, saluted his CO and went to find her.

"You got the orders off Mormont? We're going North again."
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It always felt a little wrong to light fires on the island, seeing as how it was oppressively hot most of the time, but there was a familiarity to sitting around a fire at night and with the breeze off the ocean, it was a little cooler than it was during the day. Jon had lit the fire late one evening, thinking that he and Robb and Bran could stand to have a bit of time together.

It was a long time and many leagues from Winterfell but they were the same, still brothers (even if Jon were more of a cousin than brother technically speaking) and Jon felt it was important to keep those family ties strong. Robb had been here several years now and seen versions of Jon and Bran come and go - that kind of thing had to take a toll on a person.

He had a mug of Robb's cider that he was sipping at while he tended the fire, coaxing it into a warm, welcoming flame. He would never be overly fond of fire after burning his hand but he still respected it and respected the atmosphere it could create; a fire meant life and death north of the Wall. Here on the island, it was merely a place to wind down the day with his brothers and catch up on the comings and goings of the day.

Jon was glad that things were so simple once again, so much like being home again with none of the peril.

[OOC: Tag order depends on who gets here first, maybe?]

for Leah

Jun. 18th, 2012 10:17 pm
tooktheblack: (laugh; smile)
Ghost had been slinking off to see Leah for the better part of a month and Jon had, well, avoiding was a strong word. It was more like he was confused as to how Leah felt, given she'd been so cross with him and then followed it up with a kiss. After speaking with Charlie, though, he knew anything worth having was worth pursuing so when Ghost traipsed off, Jon made to follow.

He'd dressed as nicely as he could without being overt and brought flowers along with him. He figured he could always discard them if she seemed unamused and perhaps they would end on better terms than they'd left themselves at last time.

When he found where Leah was staying, he knocked lightly and waited. Ghost seemed...almost amused.

Damned direwolf.

for Leah

Apr. 29th, 2012 10:18 pm
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When the island changed back after a moon of dusty, dry desert, Jon was relieved. He was much happier with what he knew, after all, even if it wasn't the snow and ice that he would have preferred. He decided the best thing to do would be to head to the jungle to hunt once more, Ghost at his side.

It was much easier to bag game when he left Ghost to his own devices and, as such, Jon stripped down to swim in the pool beneath the waterfall while Ghost roamed the jungle. Usual game was monkeys and boar, occasional snakes and birds, and Jon fully expected him to show back up with a muzzle darkened with blood.

Until then, he was content to swim.
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Jon had discovered that Daenerys had very specific cravings at this point in her pregnancy and he always, always wanted to fulfill them. She tended to always want these things late at night, though, and while it was troublesome to get out of bed and seek out chocolate and ginger tea in the small hours of the morning, one look at her sweet, sleepy face and Jon was gone.

When he'd asked Ghost to come with, the direwolf had given him a sleepy huff and, once Jon had climbed out of bed, promptly crawled in next to Daenerys. Problematic, considering his size, and Jon couldn't help but laugh.

"Traitor," he chided, then leaned over and brushed a kiss against his queen's mouth. "Sleep well. I'll be back soon."
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More and more, Jon found that his days were idle upon the island and he didn't care for it. There were Robb and Reynald to consider, of course, and he did aid Del from time to time with her shop but other than that, there were hours every day that he just couldn't seem to fill. No amount of tracking with Ghost or swimming in the sea seemed to fill that ache, either, and it was with that purpose in mind that he thought he might seek employment.

There were places on the island that, since there was no coin he didn't know if you could call it a business, but they needed helping hands from time to time. He passed by one of them, a tavern, and noticed a small hand-lettered sign asking for help. That was promising.

Jon knew how to mix wine, certainly, and he was strong and could haul casks of ale and cider around. What he didn't know how to do were the fancier drinks that the island's barkeeps liked to prepare and he didn't know if that would be an issue in offering his aid. No matter, though, as it seemed there was a woman inside. He'd ask what she needed and, if it was something he could provide now or learn easily, he'd offer it.

"I've come to see about offering help here," Jon said, blunt and to the point. No sense in dancing around it.

For Richard

Mar. 5th, 2012 11:35 am
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Waking up Sunday to Lionel being gone was a shock that, while he should have been prepared for it, came out of nowhere for Jon. He was no stranger to loss; Westeros tended to take your friends and family from you sooner rather than later and yet, there was something different about someone simply disappearing over being run through by a sword or otherwise maimed and killed.

No certainty, Jon supposed. He had no way of knowing if Lionel had gone back home, if he were dead or anything else that could happen to him between here and there and it was maddening, to say the least. The cat, Sabrina, she mewled as if somehow she could bring Lionel back and even Ghost didn't seem bothered by it.

Miserable, he found a relatively private part of the beach (for a given value of private) and had settled with Ghost at his side and Sabrina ineffectually batting at the direwolf's tail.

"You miss him too, then, Ghost?"

for Robb

Dec. 24th, 2011 05:33 pm
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It was the eve before a big holiday in the world of the island and while Jon understood it some from Kurt and Lionel's explanations, it still was foreign to celebrate winter in Westeros and as nice as this Christmas seemed, Jon was a little bit wary of it all. He wanted to know that the warm weather would come back because they'd not had time to prepare stores for a long winter as they knew them in Westeros and it was...it was just foreign.

One thing that was nice, though, was the idea of making presents for Reynald and he'd gotten some wood and started whittling it with one of his knives. Blocks, maybe, would be a good toy for a boy of his age but that simple idea had turned into carving the sigils of the major houses of Westeros instead.

He'd done a wolf already and set it down nearby while he carved a three-headed dragon. He wouldn't be able to paint them, no, but hopefully Reynald would enjoy them as is.

for Kurt

Dec. 10th, 2011 04:39 pm
tooktheblack: (on the wall)
Jon was the first to admit that he did not always understand the culture of the island and since it had changed from the sultry, balmy environment he'd just gotten used to into something like a tight-packed city, he understood it even less. The clothes box wouldn't provide anything but strange clothing that was nothing like the modern garb of the island or like his leathers and mail from Westeros.

Then there had been the singing. There were specters in the streets, people who weren't really there, per se, and some of them had been going door to door and singing at night. It wasn't something that made much sense to Jon but he imagined if anyone knew anything about singing, it would be Kurt. Kurt had a fine, clear voice and the way he'd described it, he was some sort of bard or actor back in his own home.

When he managed to find Kurt in the common areas of what used to be the Compound, Jon seized his chance to ask.

"Kurt? Do you mind explaining some culture to me again? Someday I may not be so blind but today is not that day."

for Edmund

Dec. 2nd, 2011 11:55 pm
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After having spent some time with Lionel that wasn't exactly in Jon's normal habits or routines he thought, perhaps, it might be a good idea to seek out someone to talk about recent developments. It wasn't really breaking his oaths, of that Jon was certain, but what it was he couldn't say and Edmund, at least, had taken another man as a lover and might have some insight.

It was strange how close he felt to Edmund considering that for all intents and purposes he was his goodbrother but the sister that Jon's former self had been married to was no longer here and Jon had no interest in a wife or children. He'd broken oaths left and right to save Arya and protect the Watch but since Ygritte, he hadn't broken that oath and he didn't intend to again.

Edmund lived near Summerfell, at least, and Jon called out to him from the path.

"Edmund? Could I speak to you?"

Overly formal, yes, but Jon didn't exactly know how to broach this subject.

for Lionel

Nov. 28th, 2011 06:27 pm
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"He probably doesn't," Jon said. He noticed the brush of Lionel's hand and locked his fingers in his for a moment to squeeze it before dropping his own hand again. Just enough to let the other boy know he'd felt it but not so much as to be overt in public.

"Ghost, to the woods? I'll be home later. Go to Summerfell." The direwolf didn't seem entirely pleased but Jon imagined he'd be less pleased if he stuck around so it was a decent enough trade-off.

For Edmund

Sep. 8th, 2011 06:42 am
tooktheblack: (on the wall)
Even after the better part of a month on the island, there were things Jon had not grown used to. There was the fact that his brother and sister were alive and hale for one, something he'd never take for granted, and there were the strange modern "conveniences" like the jukebox and the television and the laundry machines that Jon really tried to steer clear of.

He had been washing his few clothes out by hand, as it was, and was hanging them along a makeshift line when he saw Edmund. Edmund, the brother apparently of the woman he'd married the last time he was here and Jon still wasn't quite sure what to think about that and, by proxy, Edmund himself.

"Afternoon, Edmund," he called out, friendly even if he hadn't stopped working on the laundry to go greet him.
tooktheblack: (on the wall)
When Robb had told him a home had been built for those of his family that had come and gone from this strange place it hadn't taken Jon very long to want to take his leave of the clinic and go somewhere that, if not home, as close an approximation as this island could offer him. The knife wounds he'd taken were on the mend and while he was still stiff it wasn't unbearable and instead of resting more (he'd had plenty of rest, thank you) he'd decided to wander the grounds instead.

It bothered him that he didn't know this island the way he'd known the lands they ranged just beyond the Wall and he hoped, with a little time, he'd soon be familiar with this place as he'd been with home. Just outside the house itself was what seemed to be a practice ring, not unlike what had been in the yard at Winterfell and Castle Black and at practice was a girl who looked to be of an age with him: dark hair, slender. She had the sort of quick, practiced movements only someone intimate with swordplay could know and Jon couldn't help but wonder if she was Westerosi and, if she was, if she could be Arya. Robb had told him she was here.

"Arya?"

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