Torrhen Ryswell succeeded his elder brother, Lord Willam Ryswell to the Lordship of the Rills, and the seat of Castle Ryswell in the year 416 A.C., after the second untimely passing to fall upon his siblings. As of an arrangement agreed upon by his late Lord brother, Torrhen is due to wed Lady Lysa Stark, a distant relative of the main Winterfell branch.

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Appearance and Character

Torrhen is a man of sturdy build, standing at 6'1' tall, with short and well-kept reddish-brown hair, with an accompanyingly similarly well-kept beard. Torrhen's eyes are of an enigmatic green, very much disimilar to his siblings, as it is a trait only he inherited from his mother. Furthermore, upon his right cheek, on the upper portion, rests a clean scar, something that is much to the pride of the Lord.

Torrhen's personality is much disimilar to that of his predecessor, Lord Willam Ryswell. Where his brother was hot-headed, Torrhen is patient and calm-thinking, where Willam eagerly charged into battle and conflict, Torrhen plans all such engagements down to the smallest of details. Yet, not much is known of his personal nature as he it yet to spend much time outside of the Rills.

History

391 A.C. Naught But a Spare is Born

Torrhen Ryswell, thirdborn son of Lord Cleyton Ryswell and Lady Lyra Dustin, a child born not for inheritance and command, but instead brought forth simply so as to serve at the pleasure of his eldest brother, the heir, Rodrik Ryswell. For his part, Torrhen would come to know little of Rodrik through the years, not least due to there being some ten years between their births.

By the time Torrhen had passed through the earliest years of his life, and reached the tender age of six, Rodrik was already considered a man grown, six and ten years of age, and well passed playing with children, moreover, much in the same could be said for Willam Ryswell, the second of Lord Cleyton's three sons, and six years Torrhen's elder as well. Ultimately, due to such differing age differences between the brothers, notably with the case of Torrhen and the elder two, he would not come to hold close bonds with them, but instead, with his elder sister, Leona, resulting from her only being two years his senior.

397 A.C. Go Now, We Have Enough Sons Here

But a young lad, but a boy, Torrhen Ryswell was sent from his home, from the Rills, alongside his elder sister, Leona. Their Lord Father had arranged for Leona to wed the heir to the Dreadfort, Eddard Stark, once they were both grown and of age, and as such, both Leona, and the thirdborn son, were to make for the Dreadfort, where they would be fostered, and the place that they would inevitably come to see as their home.

Yet alas, once more, Torrhen was left unable to befriend the boy that would seemingly prove so crucial to his future, after all, as a thirdborn son, and a thirdborn son disconnected from his eldest brother, Rodrik, the heir to the Rills, he would surely need to rely upon the bounty of his other, more fortunate relatives to ensure his survival and success in this world. Eddard was thoroughly his elder, just as his own brothers of blood were.

While Torrhen's youth would prove much the norm in the way of noble youths, he would with time, come to show a keen interest and skill with regard to both command and combat, although notably favouring the latter. Yet, he proved to only be a middling horseman, much against the tradition of the Ryswells, but alas, this one was not to be raised by his kin, but instead by those his beloved sister would wed.

As the years passed, the two siblings, Leona and Torrhen, would develop an unwavering bond, a bond stronger than that of most siblings. Many within the Dreadfort took it as the development of the two siblings being so estranged from their family, with their Lord Father only on occassion sending the odd letter to the Dreadfort, seemingly not caring much for the details and such of their lives. On each of their namedays, they would unfailingly still receive gifts from their father and House, but alas, the gifts were so very continuously generic, from steeds to toy swords, and eventually real swords, for Torrhen, and for Leona, sewing kits and gowns. On the odd occassion, with their father's letters would come one from their mother as well, speaking of how she dearly missed them, and wished they would come home soon, but naught once spoke of action to see them. By the time Torrhen was ten, and Leona ten and two, they had very much so reached the conclusion that the letters sent to them by their family contained hollow promises and were little more than greetings to remind them of how their family name was Ryswell, and not Stark.

407 A.C. All Families Have Feuds

Finally, Torrhen Ryswell was a man grown. His beloved sister, Leona, had been wed to Eddard Stark, heir to the Dreadfort some handful of years prior, securing their place within the castle, or so it had seemed. But alas, in 405, Eddard had perished, and once more, the Ryswell two were left uncertain of their place, but thankfully, Torrhen was still a ward of the House after all, and Leona the widow of Eddard, although the latter of the two situations was not so thankful as the first.

Alas, while the Dreadfort had seemed much of a different seed to what its named called for, all such was struck off course, or mayhaps back on course, by the chaos the Starks of the Dreadfort soon saw themselves engaged in. Torrhen himself would witness from the battlements, and out of the range of the archers, the death of Lord Cregard Stark at the hands of Lord Jakob Mormont, an event that sent chills down his spine like never before. The loss of Lord Cregard only served to add to the death of Cregard's late Lord Father, Torrhen Stark, earlier that same year, and with Cregard's passing, the succession of the Dreadfort, due to Rickon Stark's having taken up life at the Citadel, and the course of a Maester, became, for some, unclear, and for others, quite clear indeed.

Before the succession could become an act of undenied virtue, and of something in full control of the entire Dreadfort and surrounding lands, much as Alysanne Stark did, Torrhen Ryswell rushed to his sister's side, and made to the Rills in great haste with her and her daughter by Eddard Stark, Lyanna Stark, in accompaniment by the small retinue of guards that had been sent to with the two so many years prior. With the ascenion of Lord Eyron Stark, Torrhen had been right to fear what may happen to his sister and her infant, for later that same year, the Lord of the North, Jon Stark, would personally see to the execution of Eyron Stark for the orchestration of the murder of Cregard Stark, the man's own nephew. Torrhen Ryswell, Leona Ryswell, and her daughter, Lyanna Stark, would remain at the Rills, not moving to lay eyes upon the Dreadfort, their once home for the foreseeable future.

407 - 416 A.C. Is A House Truly a Home

When the Ryswells, Torrhen and Leona, had taken their hasty flight to the Rills, upon arrival, they had not at first been granted entrance to the Castle, only being granted such after the guards with them had been identified as men with families inside and nearby, and with friends and the like. Much in the way Torrhen had dreaded, they, he, had been forgotten. When they dismounted from their steeds, not even their own mother recognised their likenesses, while their elder brother, Willam, simply remarked upon vague memories, and their younger sister remembered them not at all. Their own father held what appeared to them, a disinterested demeanor, barely remarking on their return, only seeming to care for why they had returned. Torrhen fast learned he was out of place.

While they were not close, they were still kin, and so, the Rills became their home once more. It was a mild existence, their father, the Lord Cleyton was a man riddled with depression and darkness since the death of their eldest brother, Rodrik Ryswell, and so, only a few years later, in 410 A.C., passed from this life himself, leading to the succession of their hot-headed and unthinking elder brother, Willam. While Willam readily saw his only life become a mess, he most definitely ensured the same was the case for Torrhen. Where logic would state that Torrhen would be provided with a bride of his own age, or at least close to such, Willam disagreed, and instead, out of pure unbriddled ambition, sought a Stark match, and when he could find neither one with the main branch of Winterfell, nor the Starks of the Dreadfort, settled for a Stark of a lesser Winterfell branch, Lysa Stark, some nine years Torrhen's younger.

Torrhen was by no means fool enough to rid himself of this betrothal and insult his liege lord and his House, but he was still a young man, and so would find his pleasures elsewhere for the time being. But alas, in due course, even this life would come to a grinding halt, with Willam seeing to his own death in a brazen assault of his own making.

416 - 418 A.C. This is Why We Have Spares

With Willam's passing, Torrhen found the crown and title of the Rills passed on to himself, something he had msot definitely never expected. But alas, he was determined to make the most of his fortune, be it for best or worst, none could truly say, after all, many of his own kin had had to lose their lives for his ascension to occur. Torrhen's rule, still one of youth and relatively early days, would be much in contrast to that of Willam's, and that of the later years of his late Lord Father's, with it instead being a peaceful time, and a time for cultivation of growth and friendship within the Rills and surrounding lands.

Yet, at the summons of Lord Jon Stark, in 418 A.C., Torrhen is finally to take leave of the Rills for a notably excursion once more, and to serve at the pleasure of a Stark. With hope, his new bride will prove all a Stark is meant to be.

Notable Accomplishments

Recent Events

Torrhen has travelled to Winterfell to wed his betrothed.

Family

Cleyton Ryswell, Lord of the Rills, b. 360 A.C. d. 410 A.C.

Erena Ryswell, b. 365 A.C. d. 395 A.C.

m. Torrhen Manderly, b. 371 A.C. Wyman Manderly, b. 392 A.C. Donella Manderly, b. 393 A.C. d. 415 A.C.



Brandon Ryswell, b. 367 A.C.

m. Lyra Snow, b. 371 A.C d. 402 A.C. Jon Ryswell, b. 388 A.C. Rickon Ryswell, b. 392 A.C. d. 402 A.C. Barbrey Ryswell, b. 393 A.C. d. 393 A.C.



Household and Court

Skills