╰ ┈ [ santiago cabrera , 40 , cis male , he/him ] in the time of dragons , OSMUND KETTLEBLACK is entering the game of thrones . said to be audacious + humorous , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be unpredictable + blunt . when asked about them , people are always reminded of the sound of a bustling inn at the hour of the wolf, adrenaline rush fueled by brash decisions, heavy steel, split lips and a broken nose . though they are a MEMBER OF THE KINGSGUARD , their true loyalties lie with house targaryen and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support the prince of dragonstone above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come . ── zahra .
basics
full name: ser osmund kettleblack
gender: cis male
pronouns: he/him
age: 40
sexual orientation: heterosexual
face claim: santiago cabrera
eye color: dark brown
hair color: black
height: 6′1
dominant hand: left
about
osmund and his siblings are born and raised in king’s landing, though in true kettleblack fashion they don’t stick around too much. a family of knights and sellswords, osmund gets knighted at a tourney at the age of ten and six; he’d managed to take two people’s lives and get so close to be the man last standing, until he got knocked off his horse. he’d always been too brash and impatient.
despite being a proper knight now, ser osmund of house kettleblack, he’s young and his blood is boiling - he wants to explore, to go on adventures. so he joins his older brothers, oscar and petyr in lys to serve as a sellsword, before leaving to explore other cities and join an independent company.
over the years osmund has killed and lost more people than he can count. friends, enemies, loved ones, brothers.. but so was their way of life, petyr would say, so osmund did not mourn him for too long.
nobody expected osmund of all people to fall in love and settle down, but the gods work in strange way. the settle down part, though, was a bit more difficult. she refused to marry him and raise a family while osmund’s job was so dangerous and unpredictable; he refused to give up fighting, it’s what he loved. do you love it more than me?
not much is known about the circumstances of osmund’s wife-to-be’s death and people dare not ask, not after a privy knight got his face bashed in for asking too many questions.
osmund was appointed kingsguard about ten years ago, shortly after his return to king’s landing. it was quite controversial; people deemed him unpredictable and somewhat cruel, but king lucerys thought him useful - a man who wouldn’t hesitate to be the first to swing his sword, who’d done unspeakable things throughout his life.
osmund might not have much honour, but he does have loyalty. he’s not fond of lucerys ( who is? ) but he’s fiercely protective of the targaryen princes and princesses. they’re quite the headaches, but he’s grown fond of them over the years.
he does have his own moral code, the thing is no one can figure out what it is.
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he wasn’t supposed to drink at the feast; the kingsguard had to keep a clear mind and a watchful eye, though osmund was convinced wine helped him focus. he’d guard lucerys’ table at the beginning of the night, but as the sun set, the music got louder and the princes and princesses spread all throughout the great hall, osmund made sure to keep an eye on them. he’d just poured himself a cup of wine, downing its contents at one go when he overheard a heated exchange which by all looks was about to turn into something worse. it was expected at a feast, but he had to step in. can’t spoil prince daemon’s celebration with someone losing their head. “is there a problem?” osmund stepped between the two people; not quite sure who the instigator was, his hand on his sword in a threatening manner.
Location: The Red Keep in the hallways in the morning
She had already broken her fast and had since left her chambers after a restful night’s sleep, dreams of her being swept off of her feet by a mysterious man had made her sleep even better. She should read romance books before bed more often.
Mariya walked the halls for some exercise before she came across someone else.
“Good morning. Care to join me on a walk? I find morning walks to be quite invigorating, what about you?” She asked with a friendly smile.
the red keep was unusually quiet so early in the morning; the lords and ladies recovering from last night’s feast, still asleep in their chambers. there was no one to be seen but the servants cleaning up. osmund had leaned against the wall, munching on a lemon cake, finishing off his breakfast with the feast food that was left untouched from last night. oh, how he hated when food went to waste. he rarely ate at the table; he liked to keep on foot, always alert.
he shoved the last bits of cake into his mouth as lady mariya approached. “lady rowan.” he greeted, words followed by a small bow. he was a gentleman, after all. “you’re an early bird.” osmund remarked. the offer was unusual in the kettleblack’s mind, but not one he’d refuse. he wasn’t on duty to guard the princes and princesses’ chambers until they woke up, anyway. “i couldn’t agree more. i have to keep in good shape, don’t i? especially after a night of drinking.” he adjusted the sword on his belt and began walking. “did you enjoy the feast, my lady?”
