Rogar Whitehill

Rogar Whitehill is a cousinly scion of House Whitehill, and as such, is not set for inheritance. He is the only offspring to come from the union of his father, Kyle Whitehill, and his mother, Bethany Stout.

In 433 A.C., he came to introduction with Theon Stark, soon becoming fast friends. Ever since, Rogar has served as a diligent and loyal friend and servant.

Appearance and Character
Rogar is a man of moderate height, standing at 5'9' tall. Complimenting his height of moderation is that of his lean and skinny build, appearing much like an ordinary individual in such a sense. Atop his head is a mess of short brown curls, accompanied by brown eyes, further so he also posseses a light and youthful attempt at facial hair. The facial hair is not of the greatest of appearances.

Having aged from his fourteenth year onward amidst Theon's retinue and as one of his close friends, Rogar, much in the way the rest of said retinue has been molded and affected by it, has seen his personality develop according to such.

While Rogar always held inclinations toward the more discrete, veiled, and partitioned off portions of our world, such inclinations and skills only came to see further growth as he and Theon aged, with Theon came to greatly encourage their practice.

Unlike some of the others they grew up with, Rogar is not a man of an outright violent and cruel temperament. In contrast, in the after throes of the select incidents that Theon and some of the others perpetrated growing up, and have by no definition ceased, Rogar served as the saving grace.

Where such undesirable facts appeared as if possessing the possibility to meet with the light, it was Rogar whom silenced such. Whilst actively engaging with what many would name the darker side of life, for Rogar, much of what he performed growing up was the simple mercies, and now, is merely service to his friend and master.

420 - 432 A.C. Before the Highpoint
Rogars early years, those first twelve, before he came into the grace and midst of the Starks of the Dreadfort, were a time as one would expect; childish and filled with family. As most children, Rogar enjoyed his time playing games and sparring with kin. While he never rose to excel in the martial arts, he did so find that he possessed an attention to detail elsewhere.

An avid learner of the pen and the written word, Rogar soon found himself regularly amidst documents of all sorts, finding them quite intriguing. And, much to the dismay of the other children he oft played with and his kin who he resided with, Rogar was always fast of hand, quiet, and found incredible ease when it came to the acquiring of their toys and possessions.

Nevertheless, while Rogar did at times cause trouble with his kin due to what his family named 'mischief', he enjoyed his time at Highpoint greatly. He never imagined the Dreadfort would call of him, a lowly cousin to the main Whitehill line.

433 A.C. The Wolf Calls
When the call came to Highpoint for 'brothers' for the Lord Theon Stark, Rogar's father, Kyle, was fast to propose his son for the position. Much to the ambition of Kyle's eye, such was accepted. So did Rogar travel to the Dreadfort, and meet with his new master, the one meant to be his friend. Much to Rogar's pleasure, Theon seemed easy enough to befriend, and the two became fast friends within the group of boys who were to become Theon's new personal retinue.

434 A.C. The Clash of Steel
As usual, the south had failed to keep itself unified and in peace. Now, the North had to march. More specifically, the North had to clean up the mess that was the south. Beneath the banner of the Starks of the Dreadfort, with his own kin's being seen far behind, the force marched to meet up with the greater Stark host. Soon enough, a unified northern force was southbound with a sole purpose; quiet the south.

Rogar's newfound friend, Theon Stark led the men from the Dreadfort and Highpoint combined. Yet, in truth, he held but an honourary place amidst the generals of the entire host, but such was only to be expected given Theon's age. Soon enough, the host had crossed over the Twins and the Green Fork, and was headed south, after having been taxed a toll so great the North would never forget.

Soon enough, battle found them. The Siege of Oldstones proved a bloody battle, with rising casualties on both sides, at least, from Rogar's youthful perspective. Yet amidst it all, Theon was struck, his face sliced open as if it were a ham. In a matter of mere moments after Theon felled the Riverlands nobleman whom had struck him, he himself fell. Men swarmed the young heir, and it seemed not solely men from the Dreadfort nor Highpoint who did, but instead a coalition of colours, as if the little lord's life was of paramount import. In truth, Theon was the thirdborn son of the Warden of the North, and, the heir to the Dreadfort, so in some ways, it did only make sense.

By the time Theon awoke, the battle had been long concluded, and the host was soon to march back north, leaving the Riverlands alight with its usual crimson lick of fire and blood. Such was only fitting. After all, had it not been the Targaryens and their dragons who had declared the Riverlands more than just the pissing ground of the Stormlords and Ironborn.

435 - 438 A.C. The Dread Years
Once returned from war, they were men grown, or at least, those who had returned were men grown. Soon enough, Rogar found himself enjoying the pleasures of being seen as a warrior, as one who fought and survived, and he did lose his 'maidenhood'. It was to no special individual, simply a whore, but it was nonetheless an occasion of personal note nonetheless.

Through the years after the Second Hammer Uprising, Rogar found himself with greater time and freedom available than he had ever possesed before. Such freedom with his time was something he came to attribute to the fact that he now had a new master, one who was neither his Lordly kin, nor his father or mother. And so, just as they all grew, Rogar and Theon became quite the pair. And with this freedom that came from being able to choose his own life, for the most part, Rogar's interests expanded.

The maester of the Dreadfort had always been a queer individual, Theon had told him, even from when he was a boy. Theon, it seemed, had never investigated this any further, but for Rogar, this became quite the advantageous opportunity. Soon enough, Rogar was at regular lesson with the maester, learning of all the Houses of the North and the other six kingdoms and the Riverlands and the Crownlands. It did not take him long to become quite adept with their sigils, words, and even in some cases, members.

Although that was not all Rogar would come to learn from the curious maester. Seeing the young lad's passion for his teachings, and noticing the queer spark within the boy that another had noticed in himself all those years passed, the maester of the Dreadfort opened Rogar's eyes to a learning in toxins. Indeed, the maester had been correct, for Rogar did find this study thoroughly fascinating. While not aquiring such knowledge to a state of mastery, Rogar became rather the proficient individual with poisons and their ilk. No doubt, someday such would prove most useful.

Yet, in late 435 A.C., Rogar's learnings were placed on hold for some time, as Theon journeyed to Winterfell, for one last time, and did require the company of Rogar and the rest. Winterfell proved changed to how Theon had described it to them during the journey, but nevertheless, it was a sight for one whom had never before laid eye upon it. And while they ended up staying for longer than they had originally planned, Rogar was not terribly bothered by such, as Winterfell's library proved a useful read into the topics the Dreadfort maester had begun to teach him.

But alas, their time within Winterfell would not remain wholly peaceful. Rogar had not been there to witness what had happened, but Willam and Arnolf, another two of the retinue, spoke in words that painted one named Osric Stark as quite the violent individual. Some moons later, and truth be told, quite a convenient number of moons later, Rogar heard from Theon that Osric Stark and his wife had been given a newborn babe, and with the whispers provided by Willam and Arnolf, what had happened was evident to any with a half brain.

It was not Rogar's place to judge Theon Stark, Heir to the Dreadfort, though, and so he did not. Instead, he did as was required of him, and continued to enjoy his freedoms and his friendships, ever learning, ever improving. More so, his lessons with the maester would not prove his only objects of improvement, as with time, Theon, Arnolf, Willam, and Barthogan all remarked on how so oft Rogar was there but not there, and as to how he was so very quiet when he moved, almost like the dead, the mythical dead.