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ABOUT: The heir of the Iron Islands has grown up with the failures of his father over his head. Thanks to the help of his Uncle he has decided that he needs to lead his people to more peaceful times.
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RODRIK GREYJOY

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Sep 5 2015, 08:27 PM

It wasn’t often that so few words could make Rodrik angry. The message from the Capital hadn’t been long but it had been enough to get his blood boiling. He hadn’t felt an anger like this since he was a young boy and ironically enough it had been for the exact opposite reason. When he was a child he was upset because his father had been taken away from him. Now he was upset because the Targaryens had decided to give him back. Rodrik had taken the letter from his mother crumpled it up and thrown it into the fire. It had been a little pointless since it was like those words had been burned into his brain. After fifteen years his father was coming home and Rodrik had been hoping that when they finally go a Raven from the capital it would be telling them that his father had died and his bones were on their way. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting his wish and despite his wishes his mother was talking The Great Kraken to the capital and the next time he saw her she was going to be bringing his worthless father with him and no matter what he did he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Whenever he felt himself start to cool he would remember what his father did and he would get angry again.

He had a few things he was supposed to be doing while his mother was gone but he really couldn’t focus. He couldn’t remember the last time that he hadn’t been able to focus. It probably wasn’t since he had been sent to Harlaw. The hours he had spent trying to conquer the stack of books his uncle gave him had taught him the importance of focus. At first it was just because he didn’t want to fail, but after he kept reading he found more and more that he liked learning the new things that his Uncle was trying to teach him and he was going through the books because he enjoyed it. It wasn’t often he found himself wishing that he wasn’t home, but normally it was either because he missed being around people that were actually nice and seemed to care about each other or because he missed the library. He had no real basis for this assumption but he would have been willing to guess that his Uncle had the most extensive library in the Kingdom. Rodrik had learned a lot while he was in Harlaw and not a lot of that came from books.

Rodrik was supposed to be spending the day with some captains that needed to talk to him about some repairs the Iron Fleet needed before winter. Normally he would have loved this kind of work but he was having a hard time now. All these captains had been loyal to him all these years but he didn’t know how long was going to last. His ideas weren’t popular among all his people and with his father coming back he could only assume there would be splits and he would have to fight with his father...and most likely Maron. The thought of his brother made him frown and reach up to rub his temples. “We’ll have to do this tomorrow. Afternoon. This is important and will be deal with once I go clear my head.” Once everyone had left Rodrik had followed, took one of his smaller boat and set sail to Harlaw.

It wasn’t a long trip and soon Rodrik was tying his boat up to the dock and was walking the familiar path to his Uncle’s. Once he was in the castle he went to straight the library knowing that was where his uncle was. Once he was there he wandered for a little bit until he found his Uncle leaned over a book reading. Rodrik cleared his throat and waited for his the Older Rodrik to look up. “I am sorry to bother you Uncle...but..” He frowned again realizing that he was going to have to explain why he was there and he pushed his hair off his forehead in an agitated manner, a habit he had since he was a small boy and couldn’t get rid of. “A raven came from Kings Landing and there are allowing Balon to return home.” He couldn’t bring himself to call him father, not when he hadn’t seen the man since he was a child and especially not to the man who was more like a father to him than Balon ever was.


Aug 24 2015, 06:04 PM
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<div class="infocat"><b> NICKNAMES: </b> Little Rodrik </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> RANK: </b> Heir of the Iron Isles </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> TITLE: </b> The Reading Kraken </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> AGE: </b> 20</div>
<div class="infocat"><b> REGION: </b> Iron Islands </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> HOUSE: </b> Greyjoy </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> PLAYBY: </b> Keegan Allen </div>
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<div class="small">THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN</div><p>
"Lord Greyjoy has failed in his rebellion. He had been taken by the King." I remember hearing a messenger whisper to my mother as I sat with my lessons for the day. I was only five but I remember everything about that day. I was matching up my Harlan relatives with the name of their keep under the watchful eye of my mother who was carrying my youngest brother. She shushed the messenger and declared me done for the the day and told me to go to my room. <p>

I knew what was said but I didn't understand the seriousness of what happened until she told me to stay in my room. I had only been confined to my room when I did something wrong and I had done nothing wrong this time. I opened my mouth to protest but one look from my mother silenced me and I gathered up my papers and went to my rooms. And waited.<p>

Waiting turned into a common thing around Pyke. I was too young to truly understand what happened but I knew it was bad. My mother had always been a strong woman but even she seemed worried. The adults were always speaking in whispers that stopped when I came in the room. I had always been encouraged to listen and learn since I was going to be the next Lord of the Iron Isles but now I was being shuffled out of the room and I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all.<p>

I don't know how much time passed but it was probably only a few days before Maron and I were brought to our mother. We were told that our father was going to be staying at the capital for a long time and she didn't know how long. Years were going to go by before we saw him again. Even at my young age I didn't understand. My father hated the mainland and everything to do with it. He would never have gone there willingly. It was a few years before I figured out that my father was being held hostage to keep the rest of us from rebelling.<p>

<div class="small">THE DARK OF AGES PAST </div><p>
There are some out there who would think we were lacking something while our father was locked away. Especially Maron, Theon and myself after all boys need their father. How else are they going to learn to be men if they don't have one around? Those people have never met my mother. She is probably one of the strongest people I know. She kept not only us in line but all of the Iron Isles as well. That's not to say that I didn't miss my father, I did, I just didn't suffer under his absence. <p>

It wasn't until I was about nine or ten that I can started to get angry. I would see other boys it their fathers and I would be envious. My father was just doing what was best for his people like a Lord should do m for that we were all being punished. We weren't truly treated like one of the Seven kingdoms why should we have to stay part of them. Dorne was independent why shouldn't the Iron Islands? We were better than those drunkards down south. The King was soft and green and even if he has fire and blood it took a lot of fire to melt iron and to my ten year old mind the soft king didn't have the fire to ruin my father and he had no right to keep him. <p>

I knew my mother wouldn't approve of getting him back. As the years passed she seemed less eager to ever see him again. I just assumed that she forgot what he was like and she would just have to see him and she'd be grateful. So I waited and one night my friends and I stole one of the smaller ships and started sailing to Kings Landing. For two glorious hours I thought I was going to succeed. Then my mother's larger and faster ship overtook us and we dragged back to Pyke. "If you're going to act like your father you will be seeing him because you will be in a cell right next to him" I remember her yelling at me once we were home. <p>

It was that stunt that made her decode I neede a positive male influence in my life and I was sent to my Uncle Rodrik the reader.

<div class="small">A WORLD ABOUT TO DAWN</div><p>

I didn’t want to go. I had heard people whisper about my Uncle. He was more interested in reading than raiding. He was as green as they came and if you didn’t believe that you could look at his wife who was blonde and soft and came from the mainland. They were as far from Ironborn as you could get but still live on the island and I was the heir of the Iron Islands and I would be lord one day. I couldn’t go soft and I was convinced that was what was going to happen if they sent me to Harlaw. I tried to convinced my mother to not make me go but she wouldn’t listen to me and in a matter of days I was being fostered by my Uncle and his family. <p>

I still remember the first day I was there. I had barely been given time to settle into my room when I was told my Uncle needed me in the library. It took me a while to find it but when I did there were books everywhere. I am fairly certain that there wasn’t a single surface that wasn’t covered in books or scrolls. Most surprisingly there was a stack of books that were apparently for me to read. There were more books in that pile than I had read in my life up until than and he told me I needed to read those and be ready to discuss them in a matter of weeks which was a time that seemed unreasonable to me. However, I was determined after all I was the Heir of the Iron Islands and Iwasn’t going to hack down from or fail a challenge no matter how stupid it seemed. I am still not sure if I passed it or not since I did finish the stack even if the last half of it was a blur and I fell asleep face down on a book and I am a little surprised the ink isn’t still imprinted on my forehead. <p>

I was reluctant to take to his lessons and that is putting it nicely.I spent the first few months fighting with my Uncle and I got more than a few whacks with my Uncle’s cane which stung but did little to improve my attitude about reading. It wasn’t until I read the History of House Greyjoy that I started to Understand. We weren’t outcasts because of the other Kingdoms. We were outcasts because of us. My house’s history was as wavy as the ocean we sailed on. One Lord Greyjoy would want to improve relations with the mainland and than the next would rebel and ruin all the work his father did and we would start all over only in a worse position because people were angry about our latest failed rebellion. Than we’d start building up goodwill again just to see it get knocked down as soon as we actually started making strides. <p>

It occurred to me that every other regions has grown and changed except ours. Our Old ways are fine but we needed to evolve as well. I knew that big changes weren’t going to happen fast but a few small ones would start making some good steps toward having the rest of the Kingdoms trust us. I brought up this idea to my Uncle and I was surprised that he agreed with me and spent many hour talking about it.



<div class="small">A NIGHT THAT ENDS AT LAST</div><p>
Of course I didn’t spend all my time at Harlaw just in the library. I have no doubt in my mind in my Uncle wouldn’t have minded if I did but my mother was clear that I had to learn other things. I learned how to fight and use a sword as well as bow. Most importantly I learned how to sail. Even though I thought my people needed to grow and learn I am still Ironborn. I love being on a ship and fighting. My closest companion when I was growing up on Harlaw was my cousin Kris and the two of us would spend hours in the training yard or pretending to be raiders. It got to the point where I was closer to my Harlaw relatives than my brothers and sister back at Pyke. <p>

Of course it couldn’t last forever and when I was fifteen I was sent back home. My mother continued teaching me the things I would need to know be Lord of the Iron Isles someday. My mother had been leading with a lot of success and I was willing to take any and all advice that she would give me. I needed to be strong if I wanted the men to follow me. I watched her and saw that it was true and I vowed that I would be just as strong if not stronger than mother. <p>

For my Sixteenth nameday I was given the chance to prove myself. I was given my own ship that I named Iron Words and I was given command of my own crew. At first some seemed a little reluctant to just follow the little Lordling but after one of our first times out we were caught in Storm and I was able to navigate our ship out losing a man. After that no one in my crew ever questioned me again. <p>

When I wasn’t on my ship I was on Pyke ruling beside my mother. I started speaking to her about my plans for the future and even if she didn’t agree with me completely on everything she was willing to listen and let me make my own choices. I want to bring my people into a new era and that means creating ties with the mainland. <p>

The years have been peaceful on Pyke. I thought it was going to last forever but nothing good can. After fifteen years we received word that my father was being set free and sent back to Pyke. I was angry that he was going to show back up and be Lord Greyjoy again. I see now that his rebellion was selfish and stupid and if it wasn’t for my mother our entire house could have toppled. I didn’t want to see him and I was so different than the ten year old boy who wanted to rescue him and I wanted him to just stay in that cell until he died. He wasn’t family and he never would be again. <p>

My mother went to get him and I was left to rule Pyke. While I waited I had time to think. He is a stranger to our people and I am not. People seem willing to at least listen to me and I am not going to let him ruin what I have done. He may be my father but he is not my Lord. He lost that right when he put himself and his glory ahead of his people. I will tolerate him if I must but I won’t let him ruin my plans and I won’t let him stop me from pulling our people out of the past that is holding us back.


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<td><div class="infocat"><b> PLAYER: </b> Chloe </div></td>
<td><div class="infocat"><b> YOUR AGE: </b> 24 </div></td>
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