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Marissa Crowl


Character Sheet

Name:MarissaHouse:Crowl
GenderFemaleProfession:Lady
Age:18Homeland:Deepdown on Skagos
Height:5'6"Hair colorRed
Weight:130 lbs Eye colorBlue
Benefits:Dextrous, FurtiveDrawbacks: 



Family:
Father: Derog Crowl, Lord of Deepdown
Mother: Maissa (Stane) Crowl (deceased)
Brothers: Draven (full, older, heir), several half brothers (some legit, some bastards)
Sisters: none living

Land Holdings (If Any): None

Special Possessions/Heirlooms: A pendant of the Stane crest that was her mother's and a small dagger.


Character Description:  Not too tall and not too short, Riss wouldn't stand out in a crowd of ladies except for her vibrant red hair and blue eyes.  She typically dresses in plain and simple garments though has made herself a couple of nicer dresses for things such as tourneys and festivals.

Personality: When not around her father, Riss is friendly if a little shy and somewhat wary but given the chance she will open up and show she is truly a caring and empathetic person.  When Lord Crowl is present, though, she is quiet and reserved.  If one looks close enough, they can see the underlying fear of him.


Skills/Education: Though she is technically a lady of a noble house, she has grown up being more of a cook and maid.  She learned early on how to tread quietly and keep to the shadows.  Through her ability to sneak away, especially during times her father was otherwise occupied, she did manage to learn reading and writing and basic math but has not had much opportunity to learn some of the finer things.  She is fairly good at bargaining for food and supplies, something that brought her back into her father's good graces at times.  When not in his good graces, she learned to treat various injuries and illnesses with the maester's help.

History: Riss has not had an easy life, losing her mother when she was only six years old.  Though she didn't witness her mother's death, she has never doubted for a moment that it was by her own father's hand.  There were times she thought he might kill her too, especially when falling into a drunken rage.  Her older brother was never consistent either, sometimes friendly but usually indifferent or even abusive when it would keep their father from taking out his anger on him.  She learned how to slink about and would spend as much time out of the house as possible, learning what she could from other women and the maester.  Most of her time was spent cookng, cleaning, mending, and serving more as a servant than the daughter of the Lord of Deepdown.

There were times they would go to the mainland, times they would visit Lord Lake and his family.  The two men seemed quite alike, all bluster but no spines when it came to dealing with better men (which was just about any other man be they noble or bastard).  When she began to blossom into a young woman, attentions of some around her changed.  She learned quickly how to fend off unwanted advances, if unable to sneak away then a quick punch to a vital or tender spot gave her the chance to run.  Though she looks weak, there is much more strength to her both physcially and mentally.  She has endured much but holds on to the hope that she will one day be able to marry someone who will show her kindness.