Lord Banon Locke

Lord of House Locke

Description:

Age: 21
Gender: Male
Benefits: Head of House, Heirloom, Blood of the First Men
Flaws: Honour-bound

Agility: 3
Animal Handling: 3 + 2b Ride
Athletics: 5
Awareness: 4
Cunning: 3
Deception: 1
Endurance: 3 + 1b Stamina
Fighting: 5 + 3b Long Blades
Healing: 2
Language: 2
Knowledge: 2
Marksmanship: 2
Persuation: 3
Status: 5 + 2b Stewardship
Stealth: 2
Survival: 2
Thievery: 1
Warfare: 2
Will: 3

Intrigue Defense: 12
Composure: 9
Combat Defense: 9
Health: 11
Destiny Points: 1
Movement: Move 4/ Sprint 16

Equipment

  • Starless (Valerian steel long sword)
    • +1 Weapon Damage
    • Hit grants 1 free degree of success)
  • Ring Mail
    • +4 AR, -2 AP, +1 Bulk
  • Noble Garb (400 SS value)
  • Northern Garb
  • Traveler’s Garb
  • Courser w/saddle and bags
    • +1B on Fighting non-mounted
    • +2 Fighting when not moving
  • Tent (Pavilion)

Current Bank
7 GD, 87 SS

Bio:

When his wife passed giving birth to his second child, Lord Seton Locke knew that he would never marry again. He was an old man and his love went far too deep. Banon Locke, his first born son, would be the sole heir to his fledgling house. The boy would want for nothing and be trained by the finest instructors that House Locke could provide.

Banon had his late mother’s look. Straight brown hair, fair skin and a strong jaw, but that was where the similarities ended. He was Seton’s son, for that there was no doubt. He took to a sword like a fish to water. He commanded a horse like a Dothraki rider and could be as stubborn as stone when he set his mind to something. The child did not neglect his other studies though, in fact he was quite fond of his maester’s teachings in particular. None grabbed his interest like the blade though.

At tournaments he would watch the knights with rapt awe beside his father. Only to return to Talon’s Reach and play at savings ladies in distress with his bastard brother. On the eve of his eighth name day, Banon confessed his dreams of becoming a member of the Kingsguard to his father. Seton laughed off the notion at the time, but later would take steps to temper the boy’s fantasies. Knowing that one day the fate of House Locke would rest on his son’s shoulders.

That day came in Banon’s nineteenth year. A man grown, he grieved for his father’s death, but knew that he could not falter in his responsibilities as Lord. He took up his father’s sword and relied heavily on his uncle and maester in the first few months. As time passed though, Banon settled in to his new role, recalling all that had prepared him for this life.

Now, two years later, Banon sits at the crossroads of his own legacy. He aspires to grow House Locke beyond it’s humble begins and to do so through honorable means. The boy in him still clings to the fantasy of knights in shining armor. The reality he faces however is fraught with Lords who do not approach their ambitions in the same way.

Lord Banon Locke

A Dirge of Oaths and Omens wreckless