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Nov. 2nd, 2020 02:10 pmJON SNOW game of thrones  AGE: mid 20s DOB: 282 AL ORIGIN: Winterfell, Westeros COURT ALIGNMENT: Winter Court 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. While successful, Jon is indebted to the knights of the Vale and their less-than-trustworthy lord, Petyr Baelish. With the North won, Jon's battles have not ceased. The true battle is beyond the Wall and pits living against the dead. On the behest of Tyrion Lannister and against the advice of his sister, Sansa, he goes south to Dragonstone to treat with Daenerys Targaryen, the self-proclaimed Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. He hopes to win her aid in the fight against the White Walkers and the Night's King but weeks at Dragonstone prove tedious as Daenerys is only concerned with having Jon bend the knee and lend his soldiers against the Lannister cause. He eventually persuades her to allow him to take a party north to capture a wight and bring it back to show Cersei Lannister, to ask for a truce in exchange for her men to help fight the battle against the dead. While they are successful in their mission, it is not without casualty: Daenerys loses a dragon in the fight and it is raised as another undead member of the Night King's horde. He and Daenerys embark on a relationship as the two head North and coordinate the defense of Winterfell against the dead. Jon discovers that he can ride a dragon, a rare feat only accomplished by Daenerys herself in the past century, and bonds with Rhaegal just as Daenerys has bonded with Drogon. He also discovers from his brother Bran and Samwell Tarly that he was never Ned Stark's son but, instead, the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. This makes him Aegon Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, and not only Daenerys' nephew but a potential rival. He only gets a few days to process this information and share it with Daenerys before the Battle of Winterfell, leaving him shaken and unsure of his identity. They are successful against the Army of the Dead, only to have another war to fight - the War for the Iron Throne. In spite of weakened troops and an injured dragon, Jon joins the assault against King's Landing and sees a side of his queen he's never seen before: madness. Jon enters Ainmhian from Game of Thrones 8x05 - The Bells, while Daenerys is raining fire on King's Landing and the Lannister troops have surrendered. |
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Nov. 2nd, 2020 11:01 amCHARACTER NAME: Jon Snow
CHARACTER CANON: Game of Thrones
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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.
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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.
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]
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character) activity.
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.
beyond the wall
May. 1st, 2019 09:36 pm( Jon knows that ranging beyond the Wall is meant to be dangerous but there's a boyish part of him that is glad to be part of the stories Benjen had told them all at Winterfell while drinking ale and laughing with his lord father. He'd thought it was all so fascinating then, being a ranger and a black brother, and he'd been proud to take his vows. His brothers are rapists and thieves, murderers and smugglers but he still thinks there's something noble about being a watcher on the Wall.
He's ranging with Gared Tuttle right now. Gared's an all right sort, one of the good men, and he has good conversation with him from time to time. He's good with a bow and sword and Jon trusts him more than some of the other men who are coming along with them on this ranging. He hangs back, staying close to him, and lets the others walk ahead. )
Going to snow tonight, Tuttle. See the halo around the moon? That's how you know. Always means snow when the moon looks like that.
( It's a stupid thing to talk about, yes, but it makes the marching go faster. The snow on the ground is light right now but if a storm is coming, they ought to find shelter soon. There's plenty of caves in the Frostfangs, places that haven't ever been mapped. They'll need to find one if they plan to keep ranging without turning back. )
Need to find a cave to hide in tonight.
He's ranging with Gared Tuttle right now. Gared's an all right sort, one of the good men, and he has good conversation with him from time to time. He's good with a bow and sword and Jon trusts him more than some of the other men who are coming along with them on this ranging. He hangs back, staying close to him, and lets the others walk ahead. )
Going to snow tonight, Tuttle. See the halo around the moon? That's how you know. Always means snow when the moon looks like that.
( It's a stupid thing to talk about, yes, but it makes the marching go faster. The snow on the ground is light right now but if a storm is coming, they ought to find shelter soon. There's plenty of caves in the Frostfangs, places that haven't ever been mapped. They'll need to find one if they plan to keep ranging without turning back. )
Need to find a cave to hide in tonight.
001 burning cities and napalm skies
Apr. 29th, 2019 09:56 pmOathbreaker. Crow. Bastard.
Jon has always chafed against the things he's been called, has always bristled at being a bastard brought up in his lord father's household and he'd always listened eagerly at the knee of Benjen Stark when he came for infrequent visits to Winterfell and told tales of ranging against the Wildlings. Jon had thought he'd be a hero too, that he'd rise high in the Night's Watch in spite of his low birth and as soon as he'd turned sixteen, he'd gone to the Wall to take his oaths and wear the black. His lord father had been proud of him and had even said the next they met, they'd talk of his mother.
There would never be another time.
News doesn't travel quickly to the Wall but it does travel and it doesn't take him long to learn that Ned Stark had been beheaded in King's Landing for treason. Jon would have thought someone like his father would at least be given the opportunity to take the black but he knows nothing about what happened down south and he knows nothing other than the cold words telling him that his lord father was dead. Mormont hadn't given him a chance to mourn and had, instead, sent him ranging beyond the Wall. The King-Beyond-the-Wall, Mance Rayder, was a much bigger threat than anything hundreds of leagues south of them.
Jon's party hadn't done so terribly, at first, but when things had turned south Jon had been forced to kill Quorin Halfhand and prove himself a true turncloak, someone willing to break every oath he'd made to throw in his lots with Wildlings. Ygritte had helped in that. The Wildling girl had tormented him at every turn and while he found her attractive, in her way, he'd also resisted laying with her. He had to keep one shred of honor and he didn't want to father a bastard or lay with a woman when the Night's Watch had asked him not to do that very thing. Of course, he'd failed in that too. If they hadn't found the godsdamned caves, he thinks he could have resisted, but the warmth and the allure of Ygritte's body had been too much for him in the end.
It's only after they've had one another half a dozen times over that he ventures deeper into the cave, almost to where the water reaches his shoulders, and finds something gleaming there just beneath the surface. Jon sucks in a deep breath and dives down, grasping it, and comes up with something he can only describe as an egg though not like one he's ever seen before.
"Ygritte," he calls out, voice low and rough. "Come tell me what this is? Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
Jon has always chafed against the things he's been called, has always bristled at being a bastard brought up in his lord father's household and he'd always listened eagerly at the knee of Benjen Stark when he came for infrequent visits to Winterfell and told tales of ranging against the Wildlings. Jon had thought he'd be a hero too, that he'd rise high in the Night's Watch in spite of his low birth and as soon as he'd turned sixteen, he'd gone to the Wall to take his oaths and wear the black. His lord father had been proud of him and had even said the next they met, they'd talk of his mother.
There would never be another time.
News doesn't travel quickly to the Wall but it does travel and it doesn't take him long to learn that Ned Stark had been beheaded in King's Landing for treason. Jon would have thought someone like his father would at least be given the opportunity to take the black but he knows nothing about what happened down south and he knows nothing other than the cold words telling him that his lord father was dead. Mormont hadn't given him a chance to mourn and had, instead, sent him ranging beyond the Wall. The King-Beyond-the-Wall, Mance Rayder, was a much bigger threat than anything hundreds of leagues south of them.
Jon's party hadn't done so terribly, at first, but when things had turned south Jon had been forced to kill Quorin Halfhand and prove himself a true turncloak, someone willing to break every oath he'd made to throw in his lots with Wildlings. Ygritte had helped in that. The Wildling girl had tormented him at every turn and while he found her attractive, in her way, he'd also resisted laying with her. He had to keep one shred of honor and he didn't want to father a bastard or lay with a woman when the Night's Watch had asked him not to do that very thing. Of course, he'd failed in that too. If they hadn't found the godsdamned caves, he thinks he could have resisted, but the warmth and the allure of Ygritte's body had been too much for him in the end.
It's only after they've had one another half a dozen times over that he ventures deeper into the cave, almost to where the water reaches his shoulders, and finds something gleaming there just beneath the surface. Jon sucks in a deep breath and dives down, grasping it, and comes up with something he can only describe as an egg though not like one he's ever seen before.
"Ygritte," he calls out, voice low and rough. "Come tell me what this is? Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
gone a-raiding (wildling au)
Jul. 7th, 2016 06:13 pmNormally 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.
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.
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."
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."
[TR] For Bran and Robb
Feb. 28th, 2013 12:41 pmIt 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?]
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?]
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.
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.
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.
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.
for Dany [H&M]
Apr. 1st, 2012 10:39 pmJon 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."
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."
for Charlie J
Mar. 31st, 2012 11:58 amMore 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.
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.