Ronwell Roxton

Appearance and Character

 * Standing squat at near just 5 and half, his black hair falls to his shoulders - often held back in a loose tie. Not what most men might describe as imposing, Ronwell makes up in speed what he may lack in stature. While eschewing the mail and armor of the knights contemporary, Roxton’s wares are typically cloth found somewhere between unwashed and unwanted, faded and fermented, and with this he has, since leaving The Ring, made due.

Ronwell is often incorrectly taken as a detached introvert. While it's true that he is a man of few words, he is keenly observant. He will study a situation, size up an opponent, and solve the puzzle before taking his first step. Haunted by the life he left behind, Ron keeps his cards close to the vest and only opens up to those he feels he can truly trust.

Early Life: The Orphan of Roxton
Born full of promise and hope in the year 400AC, Ronwell Roxton was raised to be the noblest of lords, the heir to the Lordship of The Ring - the keeper of the ancestral valyrian sword, Orphan-Maker. The lofty ambitions of his father, Lord Randyll Roxton, pushed Ronwell to be better than best in all areas with a particular emphasis on statecraft, on learning at court, and on pleasantries and platitudes.

This didn't interest Ronwell. He yearned not to be Lord of The Ring, or serve at the Tyrell court as an advisor (as his Lord Father had hoped), but instead to live the life of a warrior. As an unruly child, the songs and stories of knights, of valor, and of love won and lost enraptured his mind. At the age of 13, he fell in love with a low-born girl - a miller's daughter. When his father insisted he marry a highborn girl from some far-flung house, he balked. He fought. He resisted. When Lord Randyll sent the miller AND his daughter away, young Ronwell was despondent.

It is said that, in one last effort to regain control of his son, Lord Randyll threatened to disinherit Ronwell. "Defy me... and an orphan I will make you!"

Undeterred, it was then that Ronwell ran. Away from The Ring. From the Reach. Away from his father and the trappings of courtly life, leaving his younger brother (Robar) and sister (Ellara) behind. In search of that miller's daughter. In search of the life of excitement, of valor, that he craved. Shamed and heart-broken, Lord Randyll Roxton followed through with that threat, disinheriting young Ronwell and naming Robar as his heir.

So young. So vulnerable. It's a wonder the Orphan of Roxton even survived.

A Man Grown, Life by the Sword
Fleeing the Ring, the Reach, his family, and the weight that came with it all... at 14 years old, Ronwell struck north. He spent half a summer surviving and working on the docks of White Harbor.

Falling in with a tight-knit company of knaves, warriors, and sellswords known simply as The Rusty Blades, in 417AC he would join them in their journey to The Stepstones in search of "opportunity". Ronwell set himself apart early by finding honor in his work and constantly refining his combat abilities. In 422AC, he and a handful of others split from The Rusty Blades. Details on that split are few, but it is believed that few words were exchanged and - perhaps most surprisingly - no blood was spilt in said split. Ronwell and his companions would travel to Essos and attached themselves to whatever company might have them; if the cause was just and the coin was right. The former was harder to stick to than the latter, it should be said.

His work as a sellsword would bring him back to Westeros in 428AC, hired as part of a household guard of a minor house-in-turmoil tucked away in the Vale - a job that proved fleeting (that house's Lord was dead before Ronwell even stepped on dry land). His two remaining sellsword companions, Del and Click, saw promise in the turmoil of Westerosi politics and convinced him to ply their trade there for a time. "If anyone asks, we're hedge knights not sellswords!", Del had joked.

It was actually good advice.

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