Royce Bolton

Username: /u/adfalcon

Name: Royce Bolton

Age: Not Said

Kingdom: North

Ambition: Not said

Position in house: Lord of the Dreadfort

Family ties: Married to Hornwood, Mother was an Umber.

Traits:

Torturer (4 points)

Schemer (4 points)

Deceitful (3 points)

Diligent (2 points)

Trained Fighter (2 points)

Impulsive (-1 points)

Wrothful (-2 points)

Addicted to Poppy (-3 points)

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