Joffrey Fowler

Warden of the Prince's Pass

Lord of the Wide Way

**Joffrey Fowler** is the firstborn and only son of the late Ser Gerold Fowler and his Lady wife, Dyanna Dayne, a cousin to Lord Symon Dayne. Also born from his parents' marriage is that of his younger sister, Lady Clarisse Flower. He is currently wed to Lady Ashira Fowler.

Born a distant relation to the old and decrepit Lord Edgar Fowler, there was no likelihood whatsoever of his inheriting Skyreach and the surrounding lands, that is, unless he took matters into his own hands.

At current, Joffrey Fowler is the current Lord and patriarch of House Fowler of Skyreach.

## Appearance and Characteristics

Joffrey Fowler is of the typical yellow blonde hair of House Fowler, while also possessing of sea-blue eyes and fair skin. Though, most understandably, his fair skin has been somewhat tanned by life in the Red Mountains of Dorne. Further still, Joffrey Fowler is of a broad shouldered and well-muscled build, with years of martial training to account for such.

This Lord of Skyreach also stands just north of six foot at six foot and one inch, following in the usual path of those Dornish with greater Andal roots, being of a taller height than most of eastern ilk, with thanks to absence of such a high amount of Rhoynish blood.

In character, Joffrey Fowler, as he proved when he claimed Skyreach and its Lordship for himself through blood and bodies, is of a pure and unrefined ambition. Joffrey Fowler is a man of a single-minded determination, and once he sets himself to a task, will never stop in achieving his goal, no matter what is required of him.

Further still, this Lord of Skyreach rather has a nigh on complete lack of compassion for others, and finds that the acts of killing, butchery, and mutilation come to him with great ease, a thing he attributes great thanks to his ancestors for, for as he sees it, if they had not kept the Rhoynish blood out of his veins as they did, he would be just as soft as all the rest, and just as weak and defenceless.

Above all things, Joffrey Fowler values strength and a cold and unforgiving pragmatism, as those are the two values he views and staunchly believes are necessary for success and a chance to survive and thrive, and be more than a few words in someone maester's histories.

Additionally, in combination with his rather extereme and forceful viewpoints, comes the strength and skill of a warrior thoroughly trained, with a special liking for the tools named mace and axe, while further still, and quite arguably, much more dangerously, has quite the aptitude for the waging of war, and holds no qualms with the supposed 'moral' side of killing en masse.

## History

### 75 - 90 AC Try Hood this Hawk

Born to Ser Gerold Fowler and Lady Dyanna Dayne in 75 AC, Joffrey Fowler was never meant for much. The distant relation of Lord Edgar Fowler, whom nowadays is mocked as 'the Decrepit' by the very once upon a time nobody named Joffrey Fowler, Joffrey was born to be little more than an excess kinsman, a commander of a small army mayhaps, a household knight to some Lord, or a bodyguard to some Rhoynish whore.

But alas, Joffrey Fowler, even as a child, was not so ready to give in to his assigned place in this world. While he would lose his father at but the tender age of four, and be left with only his mother, his sweet sister, Clarisse Fowler, two years his junior, and his uncle, Ser Garrison Fowler, to say he went without guidance and mentorship would be a falsity that would give insult to one's own intelligence.

Joffrey has no memories of his late father, nor the sickness that so took him, but he does have memories of his uncle, Garrison, stretching back to nigh as early as he can remember, for while his father was not able to be there for him, to guide him, to tutor him, to take him as ward and then later as squire, his uncle, Ser Garrison Fowler was. As such, it was from his uncle that Joffrey did learn all he now holds to be of great import and relevance in this life, and it is from his uncle that his ambition to become Lord of Skyreach and restore House Fowler to a proper and true Andal Dornish tradition was so born.

So throughout Joffrey's youth it was that there was he and his sister, his mother, and his uncle, and though the two adults would quarrel each and every time Garrison brought home a new bastard child, they were as close to a family as Joffrey ever knew, with his father being little more than a handful of stories told to him and his sister.

Though when war came in 83 AC, Joffrey did so march alongside the Lord of his House, and alongside his uncle. Naturally, Joffrey saw no combat and simply worked to ensure his uncle was ready for battle and to perform those meagre tasks required of a page and ward. Joffrey even so remembers the smile his uncle had when he told him of the "good news" that befallen them at the deaths of two of Lord Edgar's grandsons, and of "how this would be of benefit", and that Joffrey just needed "grow tall and strong to see".

And so, the next years after the war, which had come to an end with a cold and pathetic peace, thanks to the likes of Prince Nymor Martell of Dorne and his cowardly attitude, proved beneficial in raising Joffrey up into a young lad with a bright future as a skilled military commander, and a talented warrior.

### 90 - 98 AC No Hood Here

Come his years of maturity and actualisation, Joffrey Fowler did only further come to hold a staunch disdain for Lord Edgar and the way he was tearing down the ancient and proud principles of House Fowler. Primarily so, Lord Edgar bathed Skyreach in a dozen or more Rhoynish marriages, with little regard for his own kind, for his own people, and gave the distant branch that was Joffrey and Garrison's no attention at all. And with uncle Garrison in his ear, whispering of how they too were descended from the great and mighty King Garrison Fowler, and how he would be rolling in his grave if he were forced to see the mockery Lord Edgar had made of his House, t'was only a matter of time til Joffrey's hand would be so forced.

Meanwhile, in 94 AC, Joffrey Fowler was knighted by his uncle on his nineteenth nameday.

The next four years would come to be of great import to Joffrey's ambition. For while Lord Edgar wined and dined himself well into his old age, Joffrey was about his own business. Throughout Skyreach he both purchased and seduced the loyalty of a third of the household guard, rejecting the opportunity to attend such things as tourneys, and feasts, and the grand parties of the King on the Iron Throne, for whom he cared not, and the Prince in Sunspear, for whom he cared even less. Even so, did Joffrey go so far as to reject the need of seeking out a marriage and bride to improve his station, for he was about more important tasks. Then, come late 98 AC, the time was now, and the hawk did so spread his wings.

### 98 AC The Stranger's Hood Comes to Many

In the dark of night, in the wee hours before the dawn, Ser Joffrey Fowler, Ser Garrison Fowler, the bastards born of Ser Garrison named Ser Walter 'Wally' Sand, Tyana Sand, and Ser Ulwyck Sand, did so lead some eighty odd men of the household guard and garrison of Skyreach in the act of usurpation that would see come the the lick of the dawn sun, Joffrey Fowler crowned Lord of Skyreach, Warden of the Prince's Pass, Lord of the Wide Way, and amongst certain circles, the true heir to his grace, King Garrison Fowler.

In the wake of this night of blood and bodies, Lord Edgar Fowler himself, alongside his sons Sers Morgan, Ryon, and Garin, and so too his grandson Ser Cedric, while too his great-grandsons Sers Vorian, Myles, and the lad William, all named Fowler, in company with with those men and women of undying loyalty and leal service to Lord Edgar, all met with the Stranger.

While Lady Ashira Fowler, a woman of ten and eight, previously betrothed to Gerris Martell, while so too being one of two of Lord Edgar's descendants to survive the night, was forcibly wed to the newly crowned Lord Joffrey Fowler, in order to provide legitimacy to his ascension.