An original character

Your character is a sellsword formerly hired by Stannis

The incident by the gates of Winterfell sent numerous deserters fleeing to White Harbour. You, on the other hand, opted to travel south.

Kneeling upon the leaves, you pushed your eye closer to your bow, lining up your shot as a deer feasted merely a hundred feet in front of you. Your fingers grasped the twine carefully, arching it until the wood itself withered under the pressure. Just then, you heard a whistle from your right. You turned abruptly, only to feel a boot land a swift kick at your face. The bow left your hands, and the animal fled as the noise of your body hitting the crackling leaves filled the reticent forest air. You gazed upwards, a grinning female straddling your waist with a knife in her hand **** against your throat. You let your hands lay defenselessly above your head.

"One of Stannis´ dogs, aren´t you?" She asked. You remained silent. The woman merely sighed, lifting her weight from your stomach. But before you could react, her boot landed on your face, and your world descended into darkness.