Domeric Ryswell

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Domeric Ryswell was born in early 77 A.C to Lord Jon Ryswell and his Lady Wife Princess Leona Stark. Domeric was the second son and last child of the marriage

## Appearance and Personality

Domeric is a rather unimpressive, but still attractive young man. He stands a lean 5ft fairly minimal muscle mass. Domeric’s possesses long, light brown hair that extends down to his lower neck and across his face as a short beard. Perhaps his only feature to note are his eyes. Their pale green stands out against the typical blue and brown of the north. The large bags under them betray the young heir’s long sleepless nights. Under his eye runs a long, hair-thin scar, a reminder of how low his father could sink when drunk.

Perhaps the best single word to describe Domeric is illusive. The young heir often shies away from the company others and when he does come out into the light it only serves to emphasize his tiredness and awkwardness. He instead prefers to company of books, charts, and Maesters to research or manage the Ryswell lands. In recent times Domeric has become more open to others, however this positive is kept limited by his slowly degrading mental state. Over time the bullying of his father, the stress of life, nightmarish dreams, and disappointments of life has led the heir to become more nihilistic, vulgar, and egocentric.

## History

### Early Life: 77-90 (A.C.)

Lord Jon would often say that from the moment Domeric was born, that he was a disappointment. Domeric was born a tiny baby who was expected to die in the cradle. The stresses of birth and the Maester’s prognosis were too much for Lady Ryswell to handle leading to her own death only 2 days after the birth. It was rumored that in a fit of sorrow and rage that Lord Jon swore under the Weirwood that he would never remarry before allegedly butchering the Maester who he blamed for his wife’s death. What little care Lord Jon had for the weak baby in his crib faded when the infant’s eyes change from a light blue to pale green. Something, along with how Domeric would later develop, that made Lord Jon wonder out loud if he even was Domeric’s father.

To the great surprise, (and disappointment) of everyone Domeric would survive, though he entered childhood frail. Lord Jon often ignored his youngest, favoring instead to spend time with his substantially stronger oldest son and heir, Wylis. Domeric quickly learned the pointlessness of searching for his father’s attention and instead developed a love for books under the tutorship of the new Master, Pycelle. Luckily he wouldn’t be completely alone in this time, finding a few friends within the ranks of the servants’ children. Though similar to his father in many ways Domeric’s older brother was considerably kinder to Domeric, his sister Sansa would also fulfill a vital role in Domeric’s development.

One day a passing merchant caravan would make camp by the keep. The caravan leader impressed Lord Jon with gifts and stories of his travels and would spend the night within the feasting hall. Domeric became fascinated by the tales of Oldtown. Stories of towers that ascended all the way to the heavens, great houses home only to books, and houses of worship so great that the Gods themselves would call their flocks from across the lands to summon the people in joint prayer. After that day Domeric would pester his father to let him study in the great city. It didn’t take much convincing for approval.

Domeric would spend the next few years enjoying the sights and streets of the ancient city, staying in a rented house under the watch of his sister. It took several moons for him to even comprehend the place. Rows upon rows of buildings packed with life, giant buildings that served all purposes, even the walls seemed like something out of a fantasy. Nothing in the North excluding White Harbor compared. Soon the cold of the North and the ice of his father were forgotten. Even his nightmares of wolves and visions faded. Alas, it was not meant to be.

### On The Wings of Death 90-97 (A.C)

Bad news came on black wings and this was especially bad news. Wylis was dead, killed by a hunt gone wrong, killed by a wolf.

Domeric spent the journey home paralyzed, even his sister couldn’t get through to him. The city he loved was gone, possibly forever, the brother he loved was mauled by a wolf, and now he was to be heir of a home that only brought memories of pain.

The next few years would be extremely painful and draining, only made bearable by the support of his sister, Maester Pycelle, and the few other intellectual friends he brought home from Oldtown. Domeric quickly came to understand that his father’s apathy towards him earlier was much preferable. Everything Domeric did was put under harsh scrutiny and taunting. Even as he took up more responsibilities in managing the dire finances of Ryswell, Lord Jon would only push back harder proclaiming him too “feminine” to rule. On rare occasions, this would even escalate to violent outbursts. Meanwhile, his nightmares about wolves and strange dreams only intensified.

By early adulthood, Domeric had taken up most of the functions of Lordship while his father went on increasingly erratic (and expensive) trips. In truth the only part of Lordship he hadn’t fully transitioned to was meeting with guests, a few awkward encounters led to take being taken up Sansa. In this time Domeric became increasingly bitter of the lands of the Ryswell seeing his northern lands as undeveloped and barbaric compared to the south, unfortunately, any attempt to correct this was an uphill battle as most of his time and finances were spent fixing his father’s increasing mountain of debt.

### Present Day 98 (A.C.)

Domeric nows spends most of his days doing what he had been for the past few years now, being the defacto lord. Albeit years of bitterness and abuse have increasingly warped his outlook on the world as he further embraces nihilism and half-jokingly wondering if the Gods have cursed him.

Festering anger and a growing desire to finally achieve at least something has created the man Domeric is today. Hard days planning future developments has given the once sickly lordling at least some muscle mass while his growing nihilism has made him care less about social situations. Now he seeks to finally put his dreams into action

## Family Tree

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## Meta

Skills: Warg, Greensight, Stewardship, Law, and Astronomy