Mysterious, Untrusting, Cunning, Quiet, Ambitious
Rogue of the North
Dark Straight Hair, Pale Eyes, Fit Build, Grizzled
Black Leather-Hide overcoat.
A dark ebony-colored dagger, made for piercing armor. It was stolen Von Clarke, just befor his first kill. Ever since he has carried the blade, using it whenever the Master of Whispers calls for its razor bite.
Since he was a boy, the Bastard son of Lord Bolton learned never to stand alone. He was taught to always fight for the winning side, no matter the cost of pride. His story is a dark one full of sadness and misfortune, but one thing can be sagte for the Bolton; whether it be Von blade oder sharp tongue, Clarke always gets what he wants.
The schloss of House Bolton is revered Von many, and known only as; The Dreadfort.