The Story of James Rywell
James Rywell-This is made up. The names, etc, are fake.
Being a Northman doesn't just make you special. Being an heir or son to a high lord, or even a high lord themselves is what makes you special. I was the heir to the Rills. My father, John Ryswell, was the current lord of the Rills, with I as his heir and my brothers Aiden and Quinn right after me. As his heir, I was taught from a young age how to wield a sword, how to rule, how politics worked. Aiden and Quinn on the other hand, focused only on the art of Warcraft. They were some of the best fighters I knew.
My father, along with my brother Aiden, left with Eddard Stark to travel down South. My father and brother, along with twenty of our guards, were there to protect the Stark family. When I heard of Eddard Stark's capture, I also got the raven that both my father and brother were killed. I was now the new lord of the Rills. I was the first of the North Lords to rise out banners. I was one of the first lords to declare Robb king of the North after his father's death. I rode for vengeance against the Lannister, just like Robb Stark.
We defeated the Lannister's in everyone battle: The Battle of the Whispering Wood, Battle of Oxcross, and Battle of the Yellow Fork. I fathered a bastard with a Riverlander peasent, and sent her and my unborn baby to my brother Quinn (who stayed back in the Rills) I proved myself to be a brilliant commander and stragiest. I found myself a seat on the war council of Robb Stark. We were winning the battles, but losing the war. Then treachery struck.
On the day of Lord Edmure and Roslin Frey's wedding, the Freys slaughtered us. I was struck once in the chest, once in the arm, and twice in the leg by crossbow bolts. Roose Bolton killed Robb in front of me, and I was powerless to do anything. Rosse ordered my capture, and entrusted Walder Frey to keep my prisoner. When Roose Bolton was declared Lord Paramount of the North, my brother (who became regent) Quinn had no choice but to declare his support for him or risk having me killed.
I was finally freed from the cells only to find out that I had a bastard son from that woman, and that Quinn legitimized him. That after he did that he raised his banners against the Bolton's for Stannis. By the orders of Roose Bolton, I was executed by the Freys-shot once in the head by a crossbowman. And then they had the decency to put my head on a spike outside the towers. I was killed and my son became the new Lord of the Rills. Even now, my brother still fights against Roose to keep our house and my baby son alive. Roose will know our family words- Never Forgive, Never forget' and what they have done against both house Ryswell and House Stark.
Just a little bio-story I wanted to do on an OC. I will be doing more like this on my account.