OLD RP - Characters

[Hypnos]

Name: Aenar Velaryon

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 321 AC

Age: 52

Title(s): Lord of Tides, Master of Driftmark, Hand of the King.

Marital Status: Married to Princess Rhaenys Targaryen

Personality: Somewhat vain, and slightly cowardly, Aenar Velaryon has lived a long life and one full of hardships, he's often described as a hard man, though also a fair one, and his stoic and resolute nature has long kept the realms in check. He can be kind, in his own way, though years of war have cemented an irrational sense of distrust and paranoia within him that he would attribute to some of his less than courtly behavior. Most importantly of all, Aenar is very egotistical and often overestimates his own capabilities, thinking himself the smartest person in any given room despite the fact that it's hardly ever the case. He has a distant relationship with the majority of his family, though he still considers them of vital importance and will often preach about the great importance of family.

Biography: It is oft repeated jape within the seven kingdoms, when one is asked to describe the office and duties of the King’s Hand to reply “The king eats and the hand takes the shit.” Never, however has this statement been more true than after the ascension of Aenar Velaryon, Lord of Driftmark and Hand of the King. Born upon Driftmark, 321 years after the conquest of King Aegon Targaryen, Aenar’s father was none other than the ‘Blue Prince’ himself: Baelon Velaryon, a man renowned as a scholar, an admiral and a warrior and one of the most important political figures in the history of modern Westeros. Before he could even talk, Aenar learned to live under his father’s shadow and though he would be loath to admit it, the years spent haphazardly attempting to live up to his father’s legend would be some of the most formative of his life. Due to his father’s influence, Aenar would be betrothed to his long standing wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen at the mere age of five years and would go on to form a strong bond of friendship with her brother, Maegor, the man who would one day be king.
Though in later years he would renounce the blade for the quill and the luxuries of a comfy chair, Aenar began his political career as a fighter and warrior, following in the footsteps of his ancestors to join the royal navy, where he would serve as a deckhand upon the the flagship of his father, the mighty ‘Seadragon’ the largest and most formidable vessel within his father’s fleet. Here he would win mild acclaim serving as a page and later squire for his uncle Haegon Celtigar, who had only a year before bested three kingsguard during the tourney of 330 AC. He would go on to spend almost half his childhood upon that ship, fighting the many pirates and brigands that plagued the stepstones and other parts of the westerosi coast. It was there where he would first meet the future king, Maegor Targaryen, during the time in which the prince squired for his father and the two would quickly start a friendship that would last them into their adult lives.
Aenar was knighted at six and ten and shortly thereafter left the familiarity of the ‘Seadragon’ to seek out larger opportunities within King’s Landing. Using his father’s influence, and the fact that his uncle was the king, Aenar served in a variety of offices during his stay in the capital, including: Master at Arms, Master of Games, and even for a time the King’s personal steward. This period did not last for long however and five years after his arrival at the capital Westeros was plunged into war. Aenar would once again take up arms for king and country and fought alongside Prince Maegor and his own father during ‘The War of the Two Daughters’ in which King Rhaegar Targaryen won a great victory against the forces of Lys and Tyrosh during their attempt to reclaim the stepstones which had long since been incorporated into the realms of Westeros. Aenar would return from war a hardened man, and far more solemn than he had been beforehand, now inclined to long periods of silence that made some confuse him for a mute and the occasional fit of terror which left him paranoid and often unstable. Because of this, when war came to westeros once more in King Rhaegar’s campaign for Essosi expansion, Aenar was excused from service, instead returning to Driftmark with his father Baelon who had since resigned from his own position of Master of Ships after becoming himself, disillusioned with the king.
This period marked both great joy yet great tragedy for the House of Velaryon, for whilst it signified the end of Baelon’s successful reign as Master of Ships and the death of King Rhaegar Targaryen and his dragon in battle, it also saw the house gain two new members in the form of Ser Aenys Velaryon and his sister Elaena who were both born in 341 AC to Prince Baelon and his wife, both of whom had fought themselves incapable of birthing anymore children.
After Rhaegar’s death there was a return to court for House Velaryon as Prince Baelon intended to present his sons to their cousin, the new King. Whilst in the capital, Maegor, recognising the opportunity, offered Prince Baelon the title of hand of the king, and though he was refused, Prince Baelon would agree to be instated to his former office as the Master of Ships.
During this time Aenar was noticeably absense from the capital as he began the foundatation to set out for his own voyage across the Narrow Sea, intending to retrace the footsteps of his ancestor, Corlys Velaryon and his nine voyages. Aenar travelled throughout much of known world during this time, collecting supplies and souvenirs from the local areas that would make him wealthy in his own right without the funds of his family (though his personal wealth was more akin to that of a merchant than the ancient fortunes of House Velaryon.) It would be ten years before he would return to Westeros, after accumulating a small fortune and Aenar was finally ready to ramin in one place and settle down with his wife (with whom he had grown distant during his absence) and start a family.
353 AC was an important chapter in Aenar’s life for it contained both the birth of his children, the twins: Laenor and Laena and also the death of his father, who at the age of forty and eight perished alongside his flagship during a scuffle with what appeared to be raiders upon the western coast, refusing to disembark from the ship and dying a like a true captain aboard his vessel. This event once again reawakened the fear within Aenar that had diminished a great deal since his time in war, as he became convinced that his father’s death had been more than an accident and in fact the first in a series of assassinations, the next target of which would be him. It was because of his father’s death that Aenar returned once more to the capital, in order to attend hi funeral and pay his last respects. Here he was greeted by his old friend King Maegor who had grown a great deal since the time they were boys and was already becoming known as one of the greatest kings in westerosi history. Aenar rekindled his relationship with the king and was offered his father’s position of Master of Ships which he gladly accepted, and a year later after the death of Jasper Redwyne, the king’s father in law, he was raised to the position of hand.
Aenar’s term as hand was met with high expectations, due to the strong and powerful rulership of his predecessor and he often struggled to keep up, often disappearing from the public limelight for months on end so as to keep the realm running smoothly. Whilst Maegor feasted and kept the lords in line is was up to Aenar to ensure that the crown continued to operate and it was his determinate stewardship that kept the kingdoms in line just a much as Maegor’s rulership.
Now Aenar continues to serve as hand even as his hairs slowly turn to grey. Whilst the king’s mind fades and begins to idle, Aenar’s remains resolute and determined to keep the seven kingdoms in check.

Family:
Daenerys Targaryen [D]
Aurane Velaryon [D]
Baelon Velaryon [D]
Aelora Celtigar [D]
Aenar Velaryon
Rhaenys Targaryen
Laena Velaryon
Laenor Velaryon
Baelon Velaryon
Aenys Velaryon [D]
Jena Bar Emmon [D]
Baela Velaryon
Elaena Velaryon

 

[Field Marshall]

Name: Daemon Martell


Gender: Male


Year of Birth: 348


Age: 25


Title(s): 2ND Prince, Commander of the Sand Legion, Champion of Essos, Demon Martell


Marital Status: Not married and perfectly single


Personality: Daemon is a warrior at heart and an adventurous one at that. He likes seeing uncommon fighting styles and even more so uncommon weapons. He had an eye for detail when it comes to his own weapons as they all bear some sort of markings on them rather than just being plain. He has a personal dislike of the ordinary and strives for the unique or atleast uncommon. He finds himself at home in the middle of battle and enjoys leaving in the heat of the moment. He has a very bold and charismatic nature preferring to lead from the front not strategize from the back. Being a great warrior and a prince he has indulged in many woman making him a ladies man who lacks a mental filter as well as a sense of situation. He has flirted with female warriors in the heat of battle, as common as that may sound, one must also think of the type of female warrior he must have encountered in the exotic Essos. This even goes further as he has a preference for warrior like women as he feels such a woman would be perfect to marry, some say this may well be the death of him someday. He dislikes the all too common type of female because of his preference for warrior like women. Although he could be swayed by the right kind of uncommon non warrior female. He takes much pride in his titles and the fact he was named after Daemon Sand.
 


Biography:  Daemon was named after the legendary warrior Daemon Sand as if his parents knew he was destined to be a warrior. He's the child of his father's second wife and is about 30 years younger than his older half brother Cayden. He was raised in Sunspear, living alongside the rest of House Martell. He would come to impress onlookers from an early age from his natural athleticism and how he had a natural affinity for combat. By the time he was teenager he already was a skilled swordsman with several different types of swords as well as spears and daggers. He wanted to learn more and his sense of adventure really got to him around his later teens leading to him becoming a gladiator.


He traveled to Essos to several major cities eventually finding someone who would accept his as a gladiator under them without making himself a slave or something. He started small fighting in single combat preliminary matches against doomed opponents, the crowd quickly took his skill and prowess. He found himself fighting in main events soon enough, the small scar of his face was from his first time fighting in the main events of a days games. He had become a traveling gladiator as he brought his employer so much money they could pay to have him fight all across Essos. He had fought in so many different places that because of how he fought and how often his name was mispronounced many called him "Demon Martell" which he considered close enough for exotic places. His thing was to learn as much as he could from each fight and the other gladiators. He was using these years a gladiator to become a better warrior, but he eventually become known as the Champion of Essos from his successes in various arenas, pits, games  and tournaments. Essos loved him and was sad to see him go when he announced his retirement at the peak of his career after half a decade of fighting.



He returned home to Dorne with more than just the title of 2nd Prince Daemyn, he was a champion one to be reverred bringing glory to the Martell name. He would eventually come to take group of individuals under his wing they were bastards but bastards he saw something special in them. This was the beginnings of the Sand Legion which also grew to include a few people from his past in Essos and a couple others who he saw fit to let join him. Not only are they his personal warriors but he named them his noble guard as well, though his brother sometimes still makes him take with him some regular dornish guards. Though he has retired from being a gladiator for now his adventures are far from over.
 


Famy: House Martell


Other: 


He doesn't wear the usual colors of Dorne due to being away from Dorne for so long he wears a variety of clothing and colors. 


He has some armor plates and such from his gladiator days including metal claw with blades and armor plates his former employer bought as a tribute to his title born of mispronounciation "Demon Martell".


He leads a group known as the Sand Legion a group numbering about a dozen(for the start of roleplay) who are all specially trained warriors who double as his guards. He is always looking for new additions no matter whom they are as long as they prove themselves worthy. 


He can wield a vareity of weapons and has many specially made blades and such which are adorned with markings of sorts. He typically carries a semi curved sword and a dagger as well as his metal claw. Other weapons are pretty much optional things he may or may not feel like carrying into battle with him.

 

[ACHA]

Name: Ser Albert Lannister


Gender: Male


Birth Year: 346 AC


Age: 27


Nicknames / Titles: "Handsome Albert", "Albert the Swift", "The Swift Lion", "The Dragon's Lion", Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, the Knights of the Sword Tower, and the Crown's army.


Marital Status: Single

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Personality:


Albert holds up a wall of indifference to keep people from becoming too close and attached to him. For the most part, he keeps a stoic outward demeanor and rarely opens up to other people, keeping them at arm's length. He isn't afraid to voice his opinion however, but he makes sure it is in line and well-placed. For those that have known him for a long time, they'll find that he has a light-hearted sarcasm and humor to accompany that serious side of him. It's mostly in the form of witty quips and banter between friends.


Albert is a proud man, given his standing and his place in the world. He was born a Lannister and worked himself to become a member of the Kingsguard, and was eventually named Lord Commander. There comes a regal air of pride and accomplishment that comes with these instances. Although he enjoys himself and may break some of his knightly vows every now and then, he shows a great measure of control and tries to avoid truly despicable deeds. In some way, he follows his own code of honor and justice, and has a great sense of loyalty.


His ability to lead men in battle is nothing to scoff at. Although he is a truly competent commander, he shines more in personal combat. Some say that he becomes a completely different person during battle. Calculating, quiet, and intimidating, Albert is a force to be reckoned with. With his quick feet and hands, it was easy for him to circle around and confuse his opponents, chipping away at them.


Biography:


Albert was stuck in a strange place, status-wise. Though his family belonged to the Lannister line, they were nothing more than a branch/cadet house. Though this didn't discount them from outside eyes, for most Lannisters of higher standing, Albert's family was considered middle-class. This created a hunger for achievement and recognition in Albert.


As a child, Albert already disliked how his family was regarded within the Westerlands. He believed that a person should be judged by his own merits and not the circumstance of his birth. This pushed him to work hard in his endeavors. Albert had always been talented in the martial arts and had trained to polish his skills from an early age. His father, Lord of Lannisport, saw this potential and supported it to its fruition. Albert's childhood would consist of rigorous training and tutelage under great warriors and knights, and he would revel in it. He would grow up to be skillful in any means of combat with any sort of weapon, a fearsome warrior.


He later grew up to become a great knight, known well within their territories. When they would talk about the greatest warrior to come out of the Westerlands, they would be hard-pressed to choose between two: the Mountain Lion and the Swift Lion.


A little later, when Albert was approaching his twenties, he was offered a spot in the Kingsguard. Albert accepted. This led to further his improvement as he was able to train with other warriors who were of a higher caliber than most men. In time, through the guidance of his Lord Commander, he became well known even in the Crownlands and most likely all of Westeros.


In one of Prince Aegor Targaryen's campaign in the Stepstones, Albert was tasked to accompany the prince along with Lord Commander Dwayne Prester to fight off pirates that have been raiding Westerosi land. Their travels led them to a confrontation with the infamous Dread Pirate. The pirate was surprisingly a very capable fighter and was able to cut down Lord Commander Prester. Albert took over and fought him in single combat, and was eventually victorious. The prince's entourage returned home to recover and recuperate. After much deliberation, it was decided that Albert take the Lord Commander's place as both a reward and recognition of his skills and services. 


Other:


Albert is fond of making snide and snarky comments, as well as witty quips when he's with his friends and colleagues. Though he mostly fights with his right hand, his better hand is actually his left, which acts like a trump card during real fights. Working closely with the crown prince Aegor, he became fast friends with him. This became the story behind the moniker "The Dragon's Lion". He carries on him a dagger with a lion's head as its pommel and calls it Liontooth.


Liontooth:



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Name: Ser Wilhelm Lannister


Gender: Male


Birth Year: 345 AC


Age: 28


Titles: Heir to Lannisport, Commander of the Westerland's Navy


Marital Status: Married

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Personality:



Wilhelm is proud. He is proud of his family's heritage, as well as what he has personally achieved. For others, he may seem to be always brooding and unapproachable. For some that don't know him, he is very intimidating. Wilhelm dislikes mincing words and keeping up with false images and facades.

Wilhelm is a ruthless foe, and a stalwart ally. He is fierce and loyal. Though he is irritable, he always presents himself in a calm, composed, and calculating manner, and tries to contain himself from his own outbursts. He is cunning and intelligent, and that leads him to be skeptical of others, doubting their true intentions.

He rarely gives any attention to things that are of no value to him. For someone like him, victory and the end results are all that matters. Though sometimes stubborn, this is just a result of his own tenacity.

There are some traits that he shared with his younger brother Albert. Namely his courage and bravery. They also shared the same competitive spirit, although Wilhelm may have taken it to a higher level.

Biography:



Eldest son of Edwyn Lannister, Lord of Lannisport, Wilhelm was groomed to become his successor. He lived a strict, monitored life, starkly in contrast with that of his younger brother Albert. While he lacked his brother's talent, he made up with dedication and determination. He has lived his life always under the scrutiny of his father, and to his credit, he has delivered.


His duties as heir caused a small rift between him and his siblings during their childhood. He was difficult as he was trying to deal with the pressures of becoming the next Lord of Lannisport. What kept them together was their shared desire to bring honor and recognition to their house and father. This enabled Wilhelm and Albert to have mutual respect for each other, despite not always meeting eye to eye. Albert worked to be the greatest warrior while Wilhelm worked to be a formidable lord in the future.



Diligent in his studies and training, he became well-versed in combat, strategy and tactics. Though his brother Albert far outclasses him in fighting, he is well and able to hold on his own. He possesses a keen intellect and a knack for strategy. That proved to be his strength. He was later knighted and grew up to be an educated and formidable man.

He was later married to Miranda Payne in order to secure their loyalty to House Lannister. Their marriage was beneficial for Wilhelm as his wife had the unique ability to rein him in. She served as his moral compass. They have a son 8 years of age named Patrik and a daughter named Relina almost 6 years of age. His family is probably his only source of joy.

Other:


He's an avid reader and enjoys history. He believes that in order to prepare for the future, one must master the past.
 

Name: Lady Miranda Lannister nee Payne


Gender: Female


Birth Year: 347 AC


Age: 26


Titles: Wife to Wilhelm Lannister, Daughter of Orwell Payne the Lord of Payne Hall


Marital Status: Married

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Personality:


Miranda is grounded and kind. And while she shows adoration and appreciation of the finer things in life, she knows how to be humble and does not disregard people's hardship. She is beautiful and wise. She is in most times soft-spoken and courteous, but can be stern and strict when needed.


She is creative and spends her free time composing poems or painting. She openly expresses her emotions through these hobbies. She is warm and positive, a stark contrast to her husband's natural disposition.


Something she has picked up from the Lannisters is that she is fierce and loyal when it came to family. She is accommodating and gentle, but will easily becomes protective and testy when her family is threatened.


As a mother, she dotes on her children and more or less spoils them, often times to her husband's dismay. She is caring and nurturing by nature, and thus it is easy for her to get children's affection. Her child is the most precious thing to her.


Biography:


Daughter of Lord Orwell Payne, a known military commander and a capable vassal of the Lannisters at Casterly Rock. From a young age, she knew her place in the world. She knew that someday she would be married to some high lord's son. She saw it as the only way to bring her family honor, and so she aimed to better herself. She showed elegance and a unique taste for knowledge and literature. She enjoyed doing the finer things in life such as painting and poetry.


It was a show of Edwyn Lannister's foresight and wisdom that he approached Lord Orwell to discuss matters regarding Miranda's marraige. And so, on Miranda's 14th name day, she was betrothed to Lord Edwyn's eldest son, Wilhelm. A boy who's almost void of all affection outside of his own House.


When finally, she reached the proper age, she was wed to Wilhelm Lannister and moved to Lannisport. The early periods of their marriage was rocky to say the least, as Wilhelm was inside his own shell, trying to become a worthy successor to his father. Miranda tried to be there and support her husband. She grew closer to the Lannister family, befriending her husband's siblings. They also cherished her in return. In time, she was able to thaw Wilhelm's heart and they grew closer, leaning on each other for support.


At the age of 17, Miranda bore Wilhelm a son, and they named him Patrik. Two years later, she gave him a daughter named Relina. She has long become wise counsel for her husband and sometimes her father-in-law in matters of governing and ruling Lannisport. This was most probably Edwyn Lannister's intent, as he was able to see that the woman was capable of making his son a better man.


Other:


She is a great painter, and picked up the habit of reading from her husband. 

Name: Rickard Snow


Gender: Male


Birth Year: 350 AC


Age: 23


Titles: Sworn Shield of Lord Logan Stark, Captain of House Stark's Guard, and a commander of Winterfell's army


Marital Status: Single

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Personality:


Rickard appears stern and rude, but that's the result of the internal pain and grief that he feels every day. He blames himself for the deaths of Lord Baaron and Lady Tala. Seeing himself as incompetent, he is harsh towards others but especially to himself. He is strict and is mostly devoid of fun.


His shortcomings with the Forresters have made him meticulous, and cautious. He abhors recklessness, and that sometimes makes him clash with his superiors, but he values loyalty. He serves the Starks with every fiber of his being.


He is brave and courageous, but knows how to pick his fights. He isn't the type to get riled up easily and always acts with a calm mind. But once he is agitated, he acts very recklessly. Being a northerner, he is naturally proud and honorable. He isn't smart and is average of intellect, but he is profoundly wise beyond his years because of all his experience and the hardships that he had to endure growing up.


Many people think that he is always hard, but he has a soft and gentle side away from other people's prying eyes. He cares deeply for those that he feels grateful for. This includes the Starks and his younger siblings, Ethan and Mira. This also means he equally despises those that have wronged him or are somehow related to those people.
 


Biography:


Eldest but bastard child of the previous Lord of Ironrath, Baaron Forrester. He was born from his father's indiscretions as a bachelor, and his mother hid the fact that he existed. His mother died of poor health when he was young and was taken in by his father out of mercy and compassion. He acknowledged him as his bastard but didn't legitimize him as he had a newborn son at the time.


Rickard was fine with that. He had shelter, food, and anything he needed to survive. While his father was generally warm towards him, the Lady of Ironrath, Tala Forrester, was quite the opposite. Although that didn't stop Rickard from reaching out to his new family. He tried to win their favor, and somehow, his relationship with his younger brother was normal. They resembled true siblings, not divided by different mothers.


Rickard had already accepted that he was a bastard and he only wished to show his support for his brother. He learned how to fight with a sword. He wasn't the best in the North, but he definitely became the best in Ironrath. He hoped that someday he would be useful to his little brother.


When their father died, Rickard felt that his existence was an inconvenience for his younger brother as he blamed himself for the deaths of both Lord Baaron and Lady Tala. He believed he could've done better to protect them. Not wanting to be a burden, he left Ironrath and lent his services to his liege lord, Logan Stark. It was in Winterfell where his skills and talent were truly appreciated by anyone outside of his brother. He started as Logan Stark's sworn shield, and later became the captain of his guard.


Other:


The scar on his lip was from the battle with the Whitehill soldiers. He got it trying to protect his brother.

 

[WanderingJester]

Name: Tiber Lannister


Title (If any): Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West


Alias: The Lion of Lannister, The Merry Lion, The Deceiver


Gender: Male


Age: 29


Martial Status: Married to Leanna Lannister nee Brax


House: House Lannister


Personality:


Though seemingly friendly and courteous, Tiber possessed a hidden strength and intelligence not found in the Lannister Lineage since Tywin Lannister. This had led to some early speculation of his actual parentage and just how closely he's related to Tyrion Lannister.  For those who can looked past Tiber's smile and courteous mannerism, they are treated to a sight fearsome enough to cow even the bravest of warriors.  Cunning beyond even men twice or thrice his years, Tiber's opponents, whether they be of the political or military nature, found themselves often two or three steps behind the young man's schemes and plots.


Those who have seen past his veneer often claimed that his lust for power came from an inability to prevent his mother's untimely death.  However, unlike the many who sought out and consolidate it, Tiber's very presence radiates power.  In fact, the  man seemed to draw men and women of influence within his sphere of influence, seemingly without any effort on his part.  In private, he often dons the same veil of friendliness and joking mannerism.  During his younger years, the Heir and now Lord of Casterly Rock would remain distant from those he cared strongly about.  After the birth of his first child however, he had become more warm, though there's an conscious effort to do so, to improve on his mistakes of the younger years.


An average fighter, Tiber's real strength came from his mind and the steel from his heart.  Charming when he wants to be, ruthless when he needs to be, Tiber's ability to look ahead and be adaptive to changing situations makes him one of the most dangerous men in Westeros.


Bio:


Tiber's father, Lord Tybolt Lannister, came from a direct line from Lord Jaime Lannister and Lady Brienne Lannister.  Despite his best effort, the Lion of Lannister could not save his son, Tommen, from his sister's clutches until it was too late.  Brienne comforted the grieving Jaime, and together they bonded, wedded, and eventually sired and bore children.  When Tyrion Lannister refused his claim to the Rock, Queen Daenerys had no choice but to grant the mountain fortress to Jaime, who had reluctantly accepted, both figures knowing that without a strong and (relatively) legitimate leadership to the Westerlands, the kingdom would likely devolved into yet another civil war in the power vacuum.  So Jaime Lannister became Lord Jaime, while Brienne turned into Lady of the Rock, and his son, Tybolt Lannister followed after.  While the rule of the Lannisters were just, and at times firem, in the century that followed, the political power of the Lion house never reached its height again under Jaime's father, Tywin Lannister.  Lord Tybolt Lannister, while competent in his duties, remained unremembered by history for his deeds, though he did much in the time following in his father's footsteps in repairing the damaged caused to the house's reputation by Cersei Lannister and the period of the War of the Five Kings.


Tiber grew up in what many would consider a happy household, though the young man focused on his studies on his future responsibilities as Lord of Casterly Rock, concentrating particularly on history, politics, fiances and strategics.  However, where one might expected a brooding and moody teen, they found one of alternating merriment and politeness.  Tiber often jests and consorted with domestic and foreign nobles, with the same charm that his grandfather possessed, though with a patience of his grand uncle.  Within his own house however, the young man remained more reserved and distant, even with his own siblings.  Though never cool in his composure with them, Celena and Martyn came to associate Tiber as a better heir and future ruler of Casterly Rock than brother at times, something which Tiber labored to correct in recent years after his hindsight alerted him of the foolishness of his younger years, especially after the fallout between his father and Celena after his wedding tourney.


Tybolt had many advantages going for him as he took the seat and titles of his father after Jaime's passing.  A strong and loyal group of advisors, from family to loyal subjects, as well as favor from the crown for his father's deeds.  What he appreciated most later in his life was the relationship his eldest had with the daughter of his friend, Lord Brax of Hornvale.  Often grouped together as their fathers discussed matters of the state or just for friendly visits, Leanne and Tiber knew one another from a young age, and as they age, the friendship blossomed into romance, and thus Tybolt had a ready match between the two as his eldest came to age.  While some of his advisers considered the match below that of the Lion, none could say it was a poor decision to unite one of the more powerful houses in the Westerlands with the rulers.  The then Lord of Casterly Rock hosted a great tourney for the wedding ceremony when Tiber turned sixteen, inviting all of the major houses of the Seven Kingdoms, even House Martell of Dorne, whom the lions have had a frosty relationship ever since the disfiguring of Myrcella Corbray nee Lannister.


When Tiber ascended to the head of House Lannister, he realized just how many mistakes his father had made during his rule.  First there was the situation with Celena and House Velaryon, the mess created between Celena's strong willfulness and the promised made to the Lords of Driftmark.  Then came his own personal awareness of just how far House Lannister had fallen since the rule of Tywin Lannister, as well as the distancing between the Lion House and the Crown, after his father lessened his focus on the political oversight of the entire Westeros and concentrated on the welfare of the Westerlands specifically.  The Lord of Casterly Rock quickly reestablished these connections, and now works to strengthen his realm's positions for the turbulent future ahead.  At the same time, he does his best to maintain good relationships with his family, especially with his two boys, the Heir Loreon Lannister and Gerald Lannister. 


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Name: Martyn Lannister


Title (If any): Ser


Alias: The Mountain Lion


Gender: Male


Age: 26


Martial Status: Single


House: House Lannister


Personality:


While his sociable older brother shone in the spotlight, many who meet Martyn never gets so much as a word out of him.  Quiet and stoic, many assumed Martyn to be of dim wit due to his lack of input in most social instances, but none dare say so to his face.  The young man stood at a size that made many recall the White Bull of Hightower from days gone by, and moved with a speed that defied all reason and logic; a double blessing from his grandmother and grandfather, respectively.  One of the knight who trained Martyn remarked that he moved faster than men half his size, and struck as hard as a mountain lion.  Thus the name stuck with Martyn, as he never bothered to use or refute it in public.  Though some may question his intelligence, none questioned his honor or skill in battle, as unlike many knights, Martyn never resorted to any "questionable tactics" in combat, to the death or otherwise.  He doesn't need to, not with Oathkeeper in his hands.


Winning his first tournament melee at eighteen, Martyn faced off against ten other knights that decided he was the biggest threat still stood after an hour of fighting between 100 knights.  The man took down five with his long sword, another three with his shield after he was disarmed, and the last two with his hands.  Martyn never had a thing for jousting though, and thus abstained from the main competitions most of the time, to his father's disappointment.  In private, Martyn is soft spoken and surprisingly gentle, especially with his loved ones.  While he respects Tiber, he treats his older brother more as his lord than a blood sibling. Martyn cares more for his sister, often looking out for her even when she doesn't noticed. He's one of the few that know of her secret identity as the Suntear Knight.


Bio:


Tybolt Lannister had boasted much in the later years of his life about his children, and head due cause for it.  The Lord of Casterly Rock often claimed that his first born had been sent by the Father, while the Warrior sent his second, and the Maiden the third.  Perhaps the man was veering towards religion in his old age, but the evidence of his claim certainly held their weight.  Almost as soon as Martyn could hold a toy sword, he began practicing his maneuvers near the training yard, mimicking grown knights surprisingly well even without the lack of training.  Yet it wasn't the play style that most children his age played in; Martyn genuinely wanted to learn how to fight even before he hit puberty.


When the young Lion wasn't around the yard, he often helped his mother, Jeyne Lannister, take care of his sister as well as any other Lannister children that might be around.  Any other child might have protested, but out of the three, Martyn was more obedient than either Celena or even Tiber.  When Celena would throw a fit, Martyn never fought back against her; he became a stoic guardian within her life.  Throughout the rest of his childhood and adolescent, Martyn would train for combat every free moment he could, as it was one of the things in the world he truly enjoyed.  His father set up an entire team of instructors for him, and Martyn trained to the point where he was at least familiar with every weapon that could be found in Westeros, if not mastering them, with both hands.


Though Martyn enjoyed his family's dynamics, he was seldom an active participant of in the merriness of family activities, preferring to observe from the back as Jeyne Lannister told the children stories, or they played games amongst themselves.  As they both reached their adolescence, their father paired the two brothers up often in dealing with the affairs of the realm, hoping that the time together would create a stronger, more personal bond between them.  While a mutual respect and expectations did develop, Martyn and Tiber end up treating one other with professional respect, rather than the brotherhood Tybolt had hoped for.  Still, Martyn grew into a fearsome warrior, and after he had won the tourney melee, which included several Kingsguards, his father handed him down their parent's weapon, Oathkeeper, as his own.  He had received an invitation to the Kingsguard weeks later, only to be one of the few Lannisters to decline the honor.  He did not seek fame or prestige, and knew that he could better hone his skills as a warrior under his father's, and later his brother's, command.


Since then the Westerlands, and to an extent Westeroes, had seen the Mountain Lion as the Champion of House Lannister.  Many a conflict had been averted at the mere suggestion of a honor duel between House Lannister and an external party.  His feats while during his short time at the Stepstones fighting for the Crown as House Lannister's representatives had left a deep footprint in many's memories.  While Martyn didn't mind, his first and foremost goal had transformed from a warrior seeking to perfect his art, to one aiming to restore their family's ancestral weapon, Brightroar.  While some might have been satisfied with the renaming of Oathkeeper, Martyn would have nothing less than a great sword reforged in Valyrian Steel.  This led him to abstain from participating in the tourney hosted by his brother for Celena's sixteenth naming day, incidentally leading him to discover, unbeknownst to her, about her participation in her own tourney.  He had been patrolling when he ran into her in armor, and spotted her face for a moment as her visor flew open.  Since then, Martyn continued a second goal from his childhood: to look after his little sister.


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Name: Celena Lannister


Title (If any): Queen of Love and Beauty, Ser (Unofficially, in alias)


Alias: The Lioness, The Lion Maid, The Suntear Knight


Gender: Female


Age: 17


Martial Status: Single


House: House Lannister


Personality:


Celena, though polite in company, have a fierce independence about her, gotten from her grandmother.  She resented the idea that women are little more than background decorations, useful in only child-making.  Rebellious to a tee to even her loving parent's eyes, Celena's attitude under her polite mannerism did little to distract men from her beauty.  Often spoke of as the most beautiful woman to ever come out of the Westerlands, Celena took pride in her appearance, as much as her secret fighting abilities.  In fact, she resembled more of her grand aunt Cersei, or even her pre-disfigured aunt Myrcella, rather than her mother or grandmother.  Granted, beauty wise many considered Jeyne Lannister miles away from her mother in law, but she was still plain to eye mostly.  Celena had none of that problem, and she often found it most enjoyable when she was in the midst of things, whether that was in the gossip circles of a group of ladies or the melee in a tournament with the brawling knights.


She was quite close to Martyn, as she found his stoic nature made him a perfect listener.  She was annoyed with him at first for tailing her and at her mother for asking him to do so when they were younger, but after seeing him give her the privacy most of the time when she asked, as well as physically beat some accosting men to a pulp, she warmed up to him.  Tiber's distant nature kept him at an arms length though, and though in recent years she's been growing closer to the more mature man, their relationship with each other was still budding at best.  Still, she had to respect him, as he treated her less as a political tool and more as a human being, unlike some lords in the realm.


Bio:


When her father first spoke of Celena's duties and the possibility of a marriage that she didn't choose, Celena protested about the unfairness of it all.  One could imagine just how furious she had gotten as she found out her betrothal had already been arranged with House Valeryon after a knight from their house won a Lannister tourney she could barely remember attending, and thus decided that she would follow in her grandmother's footsteps, and become a fighter herself.  Though given less training than her older brother Martyn, she none the less had good practice with some instructors, all of them hand selected by her grandmother personally.  However, her mother forbid her from joining tourneys, and Celena was only to fight under emergency circumstances.  


Thus, the Suntear Knight was born.  Ordering some armor and weapon through several different sources under false names, Celena gained a suit custom made armor to covered her feminine figure as well as a light but durable long sword and shield to match. Excited, she entered her first tournament, joining in the the main event, as she didn't know how to joust at the time. Against better judgement of course, she painted a sun shedding a single tear on her chest plate and shield, called herself the Suntear Knight, and rode through the trials.  Incidentally, this was the tourney her eldest brother had held in her honor on her sixteenth nameday.  She had rolled her eyes earlier at the announcement, knowing that Tiber wanted her to swoon with all the other ladies and hopefully agree to marry someone from one of the more powerful houses in the land.  Still, it gave her a chance to finally test out what she had been training for during her teenage years.


Celena lined up on the tilt, and won a few of the first runs.  This presented a problem however: the crowd and her family had begun to wonder about her whereabouts and Kylie Peckledon, her handmaiden, couldn't keep covering for her.  On the other hand, she didn't want to forfeit either.  Fortunately, this was solved when she faced Laenor Velaryon next, who defeated her.  Unfortunately, this resulted in her being unhorsed by him, giving her quite the bruise in her side for the next few weeks.  The girl got up and hurried off the field, ignoring the inquires on her welfare by her victorious opponent.  Half embarrassed and half in pain, she ran headlong into her older brother, and bounced off of his large frame.  Moaning from the ground, her heart panicked as she realized that her visor was open, and she quickly closed it, red faced.  However, her brother seemed to be looking at a different direction, and suspected nothing.  Sighing in relieve, she excused herself and quickly met up with her handmaiden somewhere private


A few moments later, a bruised (though thankfully no where that wasn't covered by her dress) and sore Celena cleaned up herself and done her hair in a simple style sat down in the stands with Kylie's assistance, and they watched as another knight got unseated from his horse by a well placed lance strike. Bored and reviewing the events earlier in the day, the seemingly sudden roar of cheering around her startled Celena out of her thoughts. The final joust was over, and the victor walked up to be awarded.  Paying only half attention, Celena clapped, not noticing the collective intake of breath by the female population of the area as the handsome young knight from House Velaryon rode over until he was directly in front of her and asked her permission to place the crown of flowers upon her head.  She smiled politely before kneeling slightly, allowing Laenor to place the wreath of flowers on her and then shouting loudly to the audience that Celena Lannister was the Queen of Love and Beauty of this tourney, and Celena couldn't help but blush.


Since then, Celena have kept to the battles of the court, rather than those on the field.  While her relationship with her eldest brother was still mending, she did her best to further the interest of House Lannister amongst the guests, while helping out her mother or Leanne around the Rock where her assistance might be needed, especially in overseeing tasks or administration of the castle.

 

[Hypnos]

Approved!

 

[ailurophile]

~ ｆｉｒｅ  ａｎｄ  ｂｌｏｏｄ ~
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NAME
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Vaella Targaryen, after the youngest child of Aenys Targaryen and his queen, Alyssa Velaryon.
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GENDER
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Cisfemale.
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YAER OF BIRTH // AGE
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349 AC, making her twenty-four.
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[SIZE= 11px]TITLES[/SIZE]
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Princess.
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MARITIAL STATUS
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TBD.
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PERSONALITY
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[SIZE= 11px]Unlike her namesake, Vaella is neither simple minded nor very sweet. Though she does not express it too obviously, she is an intelligent young woman who is calculating and somewhat cold-- she tends to be very observant and has learnt how to read people through their body language. She tends to notice the little things that others sometimes miss, for example, if somebody blinks twice whenever they lie. Playing oblivious/innocent is something she does frequently, although she genuinely gets terribly bashful whenever she is complimented. Though she has had little interest in men (as of yet, none have really impressed her) she's happy to be married off if it benefits her family. She has a motherly streak and always fussed over her siblings while they were growing up, including her eldest brother despite the fact that he is older than she is. Her siblings are the people she shows the most affection to. Vaella is not a cruel or spiteful woman by any stretch, but it takes her a while to warm to people and she is sometimes dismissed as either haughty or too distant. With those she is close to, she's a little more playful, teasing, and enjoys light physical contact such as a hand on the arm or having her leg touch somebody else's.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]During her younger years, little Vaella was somewhat tomboyish and was forever doing her best to keep up with her brothers. As they all grew older and she began to be excluded from their games, she was heartbroken, but learnt that as a woman she would likely end up doing much different things to her beloved siblings. So, finally, at the age of ten she settled down with some embroidery and got on with it quietly. Poetry, singing, dancing, sewing, she learnt everything that she would need to know to be a proper princess and perhaps one day make her husband happy, for she knew she would eventually be married off. Perhaps she was a little forgotten by those at court, but she was happy.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]They began to notice her when she blossomed, though. Suddenly Vaella wasn't an ungainly little girl anymore, she was a beautiful young woman who knew exactly what she was doing. By the time her fourteenth name day rolled around she was practically a completely new person, though her love for and loyalty to her siblings still remains. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Until she began to become a woman, Vaella was an awkwardly slim, plain little thing with a permanently sullen expression and lank, dull hair. She transformed seemingly overnight as she grew older and is practically unrecognisable. She is not very tall but not all that short either, with long legs and wide hips. Her bust is ample and her dresses are always tailored to show that fact off-- she has found that it's a miracle how men seem to find her more interesting when her dress has a plunging neckline. She has the violet eyes and bright fair hair of a Targaryen, and likes to wear her hair in styles inspired by her ancestor, Daenerys. Vaella is a beauty.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Maegor Targaryen || Father[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Brother[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Sister[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Brother[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Brother[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Brother[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Sister[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Sister[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Brother[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Uncle[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Cousin[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Aunt[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]--- Targaryen || Aunt[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]OTHER[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Vaella has a talent for singing.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Her dragon . [/SIZE]
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[ailurophile]

~ ｏｕｒｓ  ｉｓ  ｔｈｅ  ｆｕｒｙ ~
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name
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Ivana Baratheon.
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gender
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Cisfemale.
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Year of Birth
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352 AC.
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Title(s)
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Lady of Storm's End, The Little Doe.
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Maritial Status
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TBD.
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Personality
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Though sweet and doe-eyed in appearance, the Lady of Storm's End is not entirely pleasant. She is, sadly, an arrogant woman at times, with delusions of grandeur and the belief that she can do anything she sets her mind to-- sure, that idea is sweet when a child has it, but in a fully grown woman it is tedious and a little sad. She is known to be irritatingly picky, one of the reasons for her lack of husband, and incredibly fickle. It's almost impossible to stay in her favour for more than a week or so because she changes her mind at the drop of a hat; sometimes, she truly behaves like a child.
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Thankfully, she is not all bad. For starters, she seems to have a good sense of humour and can laugh at herself fairly easily, not to mention poke fun at others. Although she is generally careful her witty remarks have offended many in the past, and though she is warned to hold her tongue, she rarely does. Ivana is brave, even if her bravery is sometimes fuelled by arrogance, and would gladly lead her own army into battle despite her small stature and lack of technique. She's feisty when she gets riled up and is loyal to her House, one hundred percent. Naivety is not something that Ivana has frequently struggled with because although you can lead her along to some extent, she usually sees through you in time. It should be noted that flattery is the best way to manipulate her.  
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Biography
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Frances Baratheon and Erika Baratheon were deeply in love when they had Ivana. It was an arranged marriage that ended up going pleasantly well for the two of them, because surprisingly, they were well suited to one another. There were no complications during Ivana's birth and Erika recovered swiftly. A few months after the birth, however, Frances heard that his brother Jaedyn's wife had passed away and that he had been left with a little baby girl, Isla. Almost immediately Frances offered to raise the baby alongside his own, because he had always been a thoughtful man and also thought it might be nice for Ivana (and her eventual siblings) to have a playmate. 
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Ivana grew up resenting Isla, for the girl was always calmer than she was, a little more intelligent, and could wind Ivana up much too easily. She never cared much for her siblings either (although Lysa was always a favourite), never cared much for anyone aside from her parents. She was a wreck when her father died of a mystery illness after weeks spent bed bound, and was even worse when her mother died too. Suicide, that was the verdict-- the poor woman, griefstricken and drunk, had thrown herself from a window. Being the oldest in a family where the children were all female, Ivana was named Lady of Storm's End.
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Somehow that took the edge off of the loss of her parents. 
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Appearance
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A short young woman with a slim physique, it's no surprise that Ivana has been nicknamed the 'Little Doe'. Her cheeks are dimpled, her face a little round, and she has her father's dark doe eyes. Her hair is brown and falls just past her breasts.
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Other
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She has always had a soft spot for animals, and she cannot sew because she doesn't have the patience.
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[Grammatic]

Name: Aelyx Targareyn


Gender: Male


Year of Birth and Age: 350 AC, 23 years old


Titles: Prince of the Iron Throne. Prince of Summerhall. The Orange Dragon.


Marital status: Unmarried


Personality: Aelyx is outgoing, charismatic, and highly intelligent. While not the best fighter by any means, he rely more on intellect to deal with issues. Well liked by those who know him, Aelyx makes it a habit to get to know the people who work for him, and it is rumored he knows the names of all the servants at Summerhall, all one thousand of them. He also has very little regard or desire for noble tasks. He rarely visits the capital, and the few parties he attention are usually in the Stormlands.


Biography: Born in 359 AC, Aelyx Targareyn was a large child. By the time he was three, he stood well above most children his age, something he was quietly proud of. His early years were marked by him following his elder siblings around the Red Keep, especially his brother. At the age of five, though, just as he was beginning his tutoring lessons, he stopped following them. In fact, he began to make it a habit to not be in the same room as his older brother, unless he was forced to. When asked by his parents, he would not give a reason.


Entering his last year's of childhood, Aelyx threw himself into his studies. Quickly mastering the more rudimentary subjects such as math and assorted histories, Aelyx began to focus more on military tactics, military histories, and, when he tired out his military tutors, the finer points of economics and architecture. He out shined all his siblings in matters of military tactics and economy, but this reliance on books and charts had another affect. Despite being trained at a young age like the rest of his siblings to use a sword, he never was able to become a strong warrior. While he could match most soldiers, he could never defeat his elder brother in a duel, and would usually be sporting numerous cuts and bruises from those rare bouts. At the age of thirteen, Aelyx grew tired of being in the Red Keep, and so, he snuck out, and went to the lower districts. 


Taken back slightly by the sheer oddity of it all, Aelyx, wearing is worst shirt and pants, as well as a hood, spent long hours each night exploring the world of the common people. Eventually though, his carelessness proved near fatal, for he was ambushed in a alley by a group of thugs and pick pockets. Drawing a dagger he had brought, he was able to kill one of his attackers before he was mobbed. Beaten, the thugs tore off most of his clothing, including his hood, likely to rape him, if not for a passing patrol of Gold Cloaks. Seeing the hair color of the youth, the Gold Cloak launched themselves into the fray, slaughtering and scattering the thugs, before retreating, taking the prince back to the Red Keep. Only the intervention of the Grand Maester, and the capitals most skilled physicians kept Aelyx alive. 


Following the incident, Aelyx was not allowed to leave the Red Keep for years. Eventually though, a tournament being held in the Westerlands drew the attention of the royal family, but as his father was currently busy at the time, and his brother was dealing with other matters, Aelyx, seventeen at the time, was sent in his fathers stead. Traveling with a force of a dozen Gold Cloaks, Aelyx arrived at Casterly Rock three days before the tournament began. He spent the time exploring the terrain and places he had never seen before, where he made the acquaintance of a young warrior preparing to fight in the tourney. Tom Brax, a cousins of the House Brax's main family, quickly became a strong companion to the young prince. When the tournament began, Aelyx watched in interest as the young man fought his way through the tournament, all the way to the final round, where he was defeated only after he lost his footing for a moment. After the tournament, Aelyx spoke in private with Tom, and following the departure of the princes company, Tom departed with them.


Returning to Kings Landing, Aelyx began to grow worried over the prospect of being kept there, and so he requested to depart to Summerhall. His father agreed, and Aelyx, Tom, and a small escort of guards departed for Summerhall. Upon arriving, Aelyx was disappointed, seeing the slightly run down structures and mostly empty town. As his escort departed, Aelyx turned his attention to rebuilding and expanding his new home. Sending for Stormland engineers, Aelyx had them begin a mass expansion of the Keep and town around it, using funds Aelyx had been given by his father, and some of his own. After two years of construction, the keep was twice as large as it once was, and the town around it had been expanded into a large town, with numerous road connections leading to and away from Summerhall. Through open talks and work behind closed doors, Aelyx was able to adjust the trade routes slightly through the Stormlands, and soon, convoys would regularly pass through the new town. With them, new families began to filter in, looking for new job opportunities. As well, during this time, Aelyx had sent Tom out from Summerhall, to find others of minor noble birth who were much like himself. He returned with three new warriors, two men and a woman, and the four of them soon became known as the Summer Knights around Summerhall.


Recent events however have turned Aelyx's attention away from managing Summerhall. The departure of his brother, and his fathers sickness has forced him to start considering things, and those closest to him have noted that he has become more irritable of late. With this, Aelyx and the Summer Knights have begun spending more and more time among the Stormland noble houses, and to outside opinion, it appears he is gathering support for unknown reasons...


Appearance: (Add Purple eyes, and a scar running from his left eye to his chin)


Family:


Targaryen family


WIP


Other Info: From his wounding as a child, Aelyx now has a large scar running down the side of his face, from just below his right eye to his chin. As well, despite the Maester's best work, Aelyx now has a limp in his left leg, slight as it may be. While he will not openly insult them, Aelyx finds those who prefer their same gender as off putting, and he tries not to openly be around them. 


Many of his siblings believe he has taken his title too far, for, during the expansion of Summerhall, Aelyx also ordered a custom set of armor for himself and the Summer Knights. Each of them now had a set of burnt orange armor, with a Targaryen dragon closing his mouth over a burning sun on their chest. Aelyx has a similar set of armor, but it is silver, rather then burnt orange. Of the four, Tom is recognized as the leader of the Summer Knights, a title he has taken to with pride, even if it is all unofficial. The suits of armor appear similar to that of the Kings Guard, but lack the finer details and designs, and are much less heavily armored, relying more on lighter armor for speed.


Aelyx's Dragon, Jaedos:(Smaller at the moment, obviously)

 

[Akio]

Appearance:

Name: Cayden Martell


Gender: Male


Age: 57


Nicknames / Titles: The Basilisk, The Red Spear, Viper of Dorne


Marital Status: Single (Married once)


Personality: Once a man ruled by passion, who after many years the world had made wise, Cayden can be considered one of the more experienced leaders in Westeros. At first glance Cayden can seem carefree to the point of almost being considered unfit to rule. Friendly and amenable, with an open hand he gave off an aura of acceptance for all things in life, considering the reality of things impossible to avoid and taking anything that comes in stride with a joking and easy manner.


Accepting of almost any joke or jape and even making several about himself especially in his later years he seemed to have a few secrets but to those who knew him there was a cunning to him. Clever and interchangable, his seemingly willingness to hide nothing makes him hard to read and his charming nature made friends easily. Cautious and bold in the same notion with strong insight and long years of experience in many matters make him a cunning lord in diplomatic struggles while his best strength lied in command in war which he showed on the stepstones.


Once a warrior of great reknown as the Basalisk he spent much of his life traveling and even to this day carries a strong wanderlust and often leaves Dorne on extended trips even at his age to tournaments and kingslanding and even sometimes to Essos, leaving his brother and daughter to rule which has given him many friends outside of westeros seen most strongly in Braavos and the Red Spear, a mercenary company he founded himself..


Biography: Originally not the heir to Dorne but rather the second son Cayden rarely had to deal with the responsibilities of a ruler. This gave him a very free nature. Quick to anger but easy to forgive, direct but cunning he was considered one who was ruled by his passions and the one who possibly the most out of his siblings represented the free spirit of Dorne the most.


Training with a spear almost since he could hold one he fell easily into combat and took every opportunity to practice his abilities combat was not his first love. His first love was the sea. He loved the docks, the salty bracing smell of the sea, and the general feeling of crossing the waves to the next horizon. From an early age it seemed Cayden would be hard to handle. When he was only 11 years old he boarded a ship of Braavosi merchants as a cabin boy in order to learn more about sailing and wanted to travel despite objections about his age. He ended in up braavos for most of a year, where he claims he met the sealord of Braavos at the time, before boarding another ship once again as a cabin boy and ending up in kingslanding, where he found his family had been leading a search for him almost for a year and a half.


Naturally his father was furious and demanded he return home immediately and sent a strong honor guard to bring him back home but by the time they got there Cayden had started befriending many at court including the royal family and begged to stay. After a fury of letters and the a convincing argument from the then captain of the guard sent to retrieve him allowed him to stay in kingslanding for 3 years. There he became a squire and a well known face in the Red Keep, constantly climbing, training, and fighting as he easily made friends not only with highborn but butchers and crofters alike. He saw no distinction in separating someone by blood and interacted with many of those of no real bloodline developing a following of loyal boys and girls of many ages and even won over his old guard.


After 3 years he returned to Dorne, where he spent 3 years with little news of him reaching outside of small circles in Dorne where it was rumored Cayden had entered the deserts and the mountains, meeting with the most remote of his people and lords and peasants alike. When he was 17 he once again expressed a desire to return to Essos and his father this time let him go rather than simply having him run away again and offered him a ship and a guard to take him there. The ship he accepted gladly but what guard he took was not the once offered but veterans and guards who were with him in Kingslanding and many of the boys who had followed him at the time. He went to Braavos once again, meeting with the new sea lord then seeking the legendary facelessmen of Braavos, who he supposedly found and spent a year in the house of Black and White and seemingly disappearing once again.


Suddenly reappearing in Braavos he formed the mercenary company The Red Spear using his guard as a basis for its beginning and the wealth he brought with him. Meeting to close companions named Dallen and Garrad, together all 3 of them would lead the Red Spear to explosive growth and a powerful name to match with many of the older companies. When Cayden finally returned to Dorne after exploring much of essos from the Darthraki Sea where he raced a Khal on his sand steed Shadowfire, crossing the Red Waste, and hearing the silence of Ifequevron he returned home, leaving the company with his two companions. One day he hoped to go farther, to see the sand sea, the five forts, Asshai, and even farther beyond the legendary Sea Snake who he idolized but he returned for a time, continuing to train and gather friends among the dornish houses.


Still meaning to travel again, his plans were suddenly shattered when his father died of disease along with his sister, and heir, making him lord of house Martell. At first wanting to run away from his duties as he had many times before something changed his mind, his now late wife and the only woman to truly tame the Basalisk despite many lovers Malerissa Fowler. He set into his duties, learning everything he could and working to mend any wounds between his own people and others including the Lannisters considering the payment for the maning of Myrcella insufficient as well as other things.


When Westeros was invaded by the 3 daughters he jumped into the fray, summoning the Red Spear under Dornish patronage as an honor guard and won many victories, sometimes not even relying on other dornish forces. While the war was won, his fellow leader Garrad and his own son was given an injury that would follow him the rest of his life and create complications in his health. When the king send his own force in invasion Cayden all but refused to precipitate, citing old wounds and his sons condition and sent only a token force to support the kings endeavors.


Following that time he had seemingly spent no wasted effort in improving Dorne, reorganizing some of its military and improving trade with the free cities and farther, using his knowledge of the sea and trade routes as well as close connections to the east to patch old wounds as well. He raised his Grandson as heir though for an unknown reason his granddaughter who had married into house Foote of Nightsong was returned to Dorne and named heir at a young age, since that day he has raised her diligently to lead Dorne despite any controversy about his decision. Hes aware of the turbulent position of Westeros with the kings growing insanity and braces for the storm, preparing so no matter what, Dorne would survive the coming storm with his grandchildren.


Other: Has been rumored to have a parlamor in the years following his wife's death though it's never been confirmed.


Still keeps in constant contact with the Red Spear where his blood brother Dallen still leads the company.


Oddly despite having an heir of his own nearly 5 years ago he reached out to his deceased daughters family and after private negotiations of which almost not details have slipped out brought Nymeria back to Dorne and made her his heir by setting aside his grandson. This created uproar for awhile but Lwyen never made any sort of protest and her skills eventually lead most Dornish lords to accept the decision.  


Appearance:

Name: Lewyn Martell


Gender: Male


Age: 23


Nicknames / Titles: Ser, Warriors Hand, Silver Eyed


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Bold and with a powerful presence Lywen Martell is what many to consider one of the best swordsmen in Dorne and according to some in Westeros. Nevertheless he is not overly proud or ambitious, even after being set aside he seems to hold no grudge against his half sister or his Grandfather. Putting most of his patience and time into mastering the sword he is often single minded in his approach with no taste for deceit or political intrigue though he's willing to keep his opinion to himself if told. Somewhat flirtatious but also courteous of others he is often well regarded. While having no taste for politics or deceit his sister would say his greatest skill came not from his skill at arms alone but his insight, as his own nature allows him to often times read others easily, a fact shown in his fighting style as well. He admires his grandfather a great deal and seems to obey most orders from him almost without question


Biography: From a very young age Lewyn was expected to rule Dorne. His father died before he was born in the battles of the stepstones and he was the sole heir for Dorne and expected to rule from a young age. Lewyn was nothing if not dutiful and put in great effort even from an early age to learn from his grandfather but he never showed any interest for rule. He was disturbed by the way people's acted differently around him and his quiet, withdraw attitude lead many to think he was simple at first glance. However one day his attitude started to change, which started when Cayden first ordered the master of arms to teach him in the way of the sword. Lewyn found himself drawn to battle in a way he wasn’t to anything else and began putting all his focus on it, even starting to ignore other studies. When his grandfather confronted him about him he begged to be allowed to continue training and wanted to show his grandfather what he learned. Nearly 50 at the time the basilisk took his son into the yard where he wanted to mock spar but was shocked when his son, only about 11, went at him like his life depended on it and almost hit him with surprising spread, despite Cayden hitting him several times partly in shock and partly to test his resolve. Bruised and battered at the end of their spar, Lewyn was held down by Cayden who had reacted surprisingly serious to the boys challenge and at the end he smiled.


Lewyn was not only allowed to continue training at his current pace but trainers were brought in all over the world in order to train him in different styles from different areas of Westeros and Essos. He dived into all aspects of combat showing impressive speed and tenacity for combat with seemingly endless stamina and a powerful body as he continued to grow into a powerful fighter. Despite his own lacking training in other areas many thought he would be a fine heir to house Martell only for Cayden when the boy was 15 to bring in a young girl of 11 (His daughters child) and declare her heir of dorne, shocking Westeros as he was not only older with a stronger blood line but she was technically part of another family till Cayden took her back. However Lewyn did not challenge the ruling and even seemed to agree with it, helping to dissolve any protests with those who supported him. From that time he continued to hone his craft till when he was 16 he decided to travel as his grandfather had done, which Cayden allowed and even gave him a place among the Mercenary company the Red Spear, still run by his close friend Dallen Melcolm. After traveling for several years he came back a changed man, seasoned and experienced in the ways of battle as debatably the finest warrior in Dorne to where Cayden, a veteran warrior and legend in Dorne himself admitted he was never his equal even in his prime.


When he returned he stayed in Dorne for a short while before being invited to the tournament at the rock where he met Celena Lannister and became intrigued with her, endeavoring some time to spend in her company and even court her as he took part in the tournament and won the melee by using his own special twin blade style which took down many opponents though he had no skill in the joust to claim her queen of love and beauty like he wanted. Since then he has returned to Dorne, where he felt a change in the air, a tension from his grandfather he had never felt before. A storm was coming, the king to ill to prevent it, and every kingdom in Westeros potentially isolated and alone. He stands ready to fight against the storm, even if it means putting the fate of Dorne on his blade for he will protect his home to his last breath, for that is his duty as a prince of Dorne.


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Is considered one of the best warriors in Dorne and is one of the few to fight with full armor and uses a dual bladed style when he doesn’t have to worry about arrows as his speciality.


In battle sometimes he can be seen as rude or extremely antagonizing and arrogant as he goes out of his way to taunt and brag to his opponents in fights to the death, making grievous insults in order to probe them to anger and make mistakes.


He is half rumored, half confirmed to still write Celena since the tournement which he met her, keeping contact with her who he considers a close


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Name: Dallen Melcolm


Gender: Male


Age: 58


Nicknames / Titles: Red Eyed Moon


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Calm, collected, almost to the point of unemotional was how many would describe Dallen. Yet he was never rude, his voice always carrying almost a hint of benevolence and being more well spoken then almost any sellsword should he carries a calm aura of peace around him. Yet he has an iron will, willing to compromise but never more than what he was willing to give and when angry could have a cool anger that burned more than any roaring rage displayed by others mercenaries. He seemed somewhat apart of his emotions, never showing more than a simple calm in most situations which made him hard to faze. Around those he cares far he can be exceedingly warm and forgiving, often acting as a teacher to show them many of life's treasures.


Biography: His mother one of the graceful people of Narth taken by slavers during raids on the island to be sold in Lys, Dallen never had an easy life. Born in one of the whore houses in Lys he spent much of his early life running around in a whorehouse. When he was young her was tattooed with a slave mark of tears on his cheek and went around helping with household chores till he was old enough to be used for the house as a boy whore. Due to his position he was forced to do many dark things he rather forget till one day he was sold to an older magistrate of Pentos who took a liking to him.


At first he was still nothing but the older man’s bed slave for a few years till one day he changed a glance at a ledger going over the magistrates finances. He during his free time at the manse spent a lot of time reading and learning and thanks to some of what he had learned, he realized one of his business associates was cheating him and informed his master. Impressed, the man gave him a chance to look over and control part of his finances and within a few months he had tripled his earning, convincing the man to make Dallen his head slave and give control over all his finances even from a very young age. When Dallen was only 19 the man died without any heirs from a bursted belly. Expecting to be sold, he was shocked when he learned the man had taken such a liking to him that he had not only freed him but gave his entire fortune to him, making him a rich man in near moments. His first action was to go and try to free his mother, prepared to offer anything to do so from his accumulated wealth only to learn she had already been freed recently. He found her outside the city talking to a then young Cayden Martell who on a whim had freed everyone in that house. Filled with gratitude he offered the man everything he had but for what he needed to sustain himself but the prince refused, claiming he was already wealthy enough. Instead he asked the man to offer his sword, to help him create a free company of mercenaries together.


Dallen was hesitant at first once he knew how much work was needed as Caydens knowledge was lacking in a few key areas to be leader alone and he wanted to take care of his mother but when Cayden offered a place for her in Dornes serene Water Gardens he agreed and turned his powerful intellect to books about war and strategy, financing along with Cayden the formation of the Red Spear and in the end becoming its co-captain and strategist, using both economic knowledge and strategical insight to make the company one of the top in the disputed lands, fighting in the war on the stepstones at Caydens request and even fostering his grandson for a time.


Now Cayden has once again asked him to lend him the Red Spears strength and his knowledge and Dallen sees a storm on the horizon. Whatever happens the Red Eyed Moon plans to lead Dorne and his friend through the shadows to repay a debt which could never be repaid and restore peace to the Iron Throne, though he has his own agenda for helping this time.


Other: Once a near legendary archer he owns a dragonbone bow he no longer has the strength to draw fully but sometimes still used as a signal for military movements in battle by his signaler Marcus Flowers.


Dallen is a well known and in general well liked captain, treating his men well and forfeiting his own section of plunder in majority using his business and Caydens patronage to sustain himself and grow the company, who he hopes to rise one day to the strength of the old Golden Company.


Dallen who precipitated in both in the previous war of two daughters as well as many battles leading in his company Dallen is a legendary strategist well known even in the Sunset kingdoms due to his working relationship with house Martell. It was he himself who taught Cayden much of what he knows of long term and larger strategy.


Dallen is Bisexual


Despite being able to remove to his facial tattoo branding him a slave he has refused, preferring to keep it in memory to what he had seen and did as a slave.


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[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Nymeria Martell (Caron)[/SIZE]


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Nicknames / Titles: The Desert Flower


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Flirtatious and bold, quick and cunning are all words that could be used to describe the heir of Dorne. Having gone from a shy girl to a cunning and sly leader in a matter of few years few can doubt Nymeria is a capable woman. Willing to do anything to get what she wants and taking joy in every pleasure Nymeria is strong willed and hard to control. A woman of passion but capable of cunning and ruthlessness. A strong believer in using all of one's talents, she is free with her body, often using it to take favors or learn secrets believing and beautiful face and clever words as dangerous as any sword swung by a knight.


While she is hard willed, she is fiercely protective of those she loves and is willing to go to any limits for them and highly respects her grandfather and loves her half brother as much as if they were twins, a feeling he returns. She loves her homeland and is willing to do anything to defend it, even if it meant standing against impossible odds.


Biography: Little is known about her history before she was taken to house Martell. Born to Caydens daughter who married into house Foote of Nightsong, she spent 11 years of her life in that castle far away from the political struggles of the realm. Rumors have floated around about bruises on her arms and neck when suddenly Cayden Martell first brought her home and a malnourished and shy girl named as his heir though none of that girl exists in the current Nymeria.


Taught by her grandfather how to rule and by her brother how to love the land she had never seen and take some of his strong will she was forged by many trials of those who did not believe she could rule house Martell and blew away most if not all objections to her position. Capable and ambitious, she thrived in the courts of Dorne in the warm sun and yellow sand she bloomed to her peak potential she had never been able to reach in Nightsong and had become a seductive and charismatic arm of his Grandfather Cayden Martell who she seems to trust without question. Recognizing the coming storm brewing in Kingslanding, she is ready to spread her wings and show the world outside of Dorne of what exactly the desert flower was capable of.


Other: Since being called back to take over reign of house Martell for an unknown reason, Nymeria has spent a good amount of time collecting handmaidens with various skills and guards to give her a fairly impressive following who she uses as protection but also for other tasks as well.


After years of being groomed by Cayden she has obtained nearly all the political know how to rule a nation even at a young age but he also fostered a strong feeling of independence in her which has been his bane and his pride more than once.


Seductive and not ashamed of it, despite her position she's not afraid to use her body or anything at her disposal to get what she wants.


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[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Aegon Targaryen[/SIZE]


Gender: Male


Age: ?? (don't know what age of ranges i should be looking at)


Nicknames / Titles: Ser, Scholar of the Harp


Marital Status: Engaged


Personality: Clever and competitive with a tinge of arrogance Aegon has never liked to lose to anyone. Born the youngest of many gifted and talented siblings with little possible way to ever be considered in the line of Succession of the throne since the realm had an heir and a spare made him feel suppressed and shoved aside. This made him dabble in many things to attempt to show himself a greater man than his brothers. Delving heavily into books and knowledge, learning how to sing, ride, and play the harp and lute. He excelled in anything he put his mind to, whether to learning or politics or even war, considered by many to be a skill knight especially ahorse at the tilt though he suffered a bit on the ground. However he seemed almost afraid to delve into one subject for long, constantly switching interests to keep attention and learn more though he always craved the power he was denied from having so many older siblings. As his father got sicker he refused to grieve, rather seeing it as an opportunity, turning his iron will to gain followers in his father's absence and to set himself apart from other princes. Some said he had ambitions for the throne but he was always kind and loving to his siblings so it was hard to tell though unknown to most this was an act while he made preparations for the events that would follow his father's death. He himself was the one who first started courting Isla Baratheon, and suggested they be betrothed in order to gain the support of the Baratheons though whether he has real affection for her in unknown even for those who see past his mask except perhaps for the Baratheon herself though he is affectionate in public. Well spoken and kind in public, with words often containing wisdom he is not one for idle bragging, preferring to show what he could do rather then tell it, seeing words as wind till something is actually done. Ambitious and bold, always looking onto the horizon is all he would do till he was sitting on the Iron Throne.


Biography: Young and gifted, born into the royal family would often times be a path for glory but in a family as large as his with many as equally gifted if not more so left the youngest son in many cases shoved to the side. A witness to the attention heaped on his siblings following even the smallest accomplishment while he himself was ignored by many who sought to gain favor with the throne due to his young age and lack of position became a driving force for much of his life. Wanting nothing more to be recognized, he became competitive, competing with his older brothers and even his sisters at every turn and even learning talents unusual for a prince he spent nearly all his time studying and training in his attempt to be recognized. However with so many siblings attention was ever fleeting and despite a pleasant exterior that made friends easily anger began to fester in his heart towards his family.


Ever clever he started drawing followers as best he could away from his followers in secret, attempting to send spies into his brothers and sisters councils and creating an information network to keep him apprised of shifting loyalties and any chance he had to gain power. He himself also put in effort to draw a following of loyal lords, many in the Stormlands and eventually helped arrange the courtship and betrothal of himself to Isla Baratheon. Now with his father continuously sickening and his own plans about to bear fruit with his wedding to Isla he is tired of living in the shadows and plans to prove himself a true heir of house Targaryen. Of course for that he would need to steal a dragon.


Other: Aegon harbors semi-secret ambitions for the throne and despite a kind of welcoming personality had been scheming for the downfall of his siblings for years.


Having always felt overshadowed by his siblings he has delve into many complicated subjects including some rumors he has attempted to learn alchemy from the guild and magic as well though while he is considered skilled and even exceptional in many things rarely does he reach the point of mastery do to his fear of being overshadowed or losing attention, often stopping him short of true mastery.

 

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Daran Martell
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Name:
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Daran Nymeros Martell
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Gender:
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Male
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Age:
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23 Years
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Year of Birth:
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350 AC
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Nicknames / Titles:
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The Gentleman, Prince of Dorne, The Wind, 
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Marital Status:
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Single, but has a paramour (secretly)
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Personality:
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Daran is a soft and caring person, he likes walking around the Sunspear and helping everyone, from the baker to the handmaidens.
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He is well known trough the City and Castle. When people ask for help, he never refuses, sometimes it distracts him from his real goal. 
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Daran likes to be in company of both male and female. He is sometimes afraid that Cayden will marry him to some other Lady outside of Dorne, and that he will leave Dorne forever.
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Biography: 
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Born to the sister of the current Prince of Dorne, Daran never had the pressure of learning to become a leader of Dorne himself. Instead, he traveled a lot around Dorne and enjoyed it really. 
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In his childhood he spent many time at the training grounds, trying to master the arts of a Long Sword. He was never became really skilled in it, but he has earned some reputation because of his quickness during the fights. He spent five years at the Free city, being disguised as trader of silk. He saw many places of Essos. First at Tyros, and from there up to Braavos and Lorath. He traveled with ships. One time, while he was at a tavern in Braavos, some people challenged him to a duel. The challenger had drunk quite some drinks and couldn't even walk properly anymore. First, he didn't want to fight, but after some minutes he took his long sword. Somewhere outside the city, a group had gathered to watch the fight. It was easy, but Daran didn't wanted to kill they guy. So he cut of the hand of the man. Daran walked away and the next day he went to Lorath.
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After those five years, on his twenties name day he came back to Dorne. 
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Back in Dorne, the people hadn't forgot him. Some day he met Levi, somewhere in a tavern in the hearth of the city. Daran liked Levi and Levi became his paramour, secretly. Daran helped at the Castle, and at the city, where ever he could.
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Other: 
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Daran likes to travel, especially to Essos or the Reach.
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When he is not be found at the Castle or training grounds, you will likely find him in one of his favorite brothels
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Likes:
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Fighting, reading, guys, brothels, girls
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Dislikes:
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People who disrespect his love for guys
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Sexual Orientation: 
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Bi sexual
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[SIZE= 18px]Axell Tyrell[/SIZE]
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Name:
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Axell Tyrell
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Gender:
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Male
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Age:
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22
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Year of Birth:
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351 AC
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Nicknames / Titles:
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Heir to House Tyrell
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Marital Status:
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Single
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Personality:
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Kind, soft and caring.
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Biography: 
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Being Heir to a big house like Tyrell. The first years of his live where full of studying the politics, houses, tactics and how to act as Lord. He enjoyed it and looked forward to become Lord Tyrell. He traveld around the Reach to come in contact with the people, however, he came to the conclusion his Father hadn't done a good job ruling the Reach. Some houses weren't happy with him, he raised some of the bills and wanted to produce more food, which leaded to more work.
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That day, he decided to do it differently.
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He focused more on Politics, especially of the Reach and became respected for that. However, some of the higher lords found it weird he cared so much for the small folk. Axell didn't pay much attention to those guys, but had discussions with the Lords who cared also. He realizes the time that he needs to rule the Reach will come soon, and he constantly preparing himself for that day.
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Other:
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Small Folk
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Abuse, cowardness, 
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[SIZE= 16px]Heterosexual[/SIZE]
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Name:
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Matthos Tyrell
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Gender:
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Male
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Age:
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51
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Year of Birth:
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322 AC
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Nicknames / Titles:
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Lord Tyrell
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Lord of Highgarden
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Marital Status:
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Married
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Personality:
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Cold, Distanced
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Biography: 
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Name:
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Victaria Tyrell
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Gender:
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Women
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Age:
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48
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Year of Birth:
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325 AC
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Nicknames / Titles:
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Lady Tyrell
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Lady of Highgarden
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Marital Status:
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Married
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Personality:
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Harsh, thinking always
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Biography: 
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Other:
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[Greenbriar]

Name: Alysia Webber


Gender: Female


Year of Birth: 357 AC


Age: 15


Title(s): Handmaiden to Lady Rhea Rowan.


Marital Status: Unwed.


Romantic Preference: Chivalric.


Personality: Back at Coldmoat, Alysia grew up as a sweet and happy child who loved nothing more than to sing in the Sept, read in the family quarters or walk in the woods to the west of the castle. Rycherd showed her a ruin there once before he went away to squire for the Tyrells, and she often went wandering to see whether she could find it again. Curious, open and honest, her months at court have only overlaid her nature with a thin patina of courtly ways. She serves her lady loyally and well, yet still holds onto her romantic dreams. She has a rippling laugh which she wields with a ready appreciation for the court's wits and gossips. Still a novice at the politics that hold the kingdom together, fortunately her naivete has yet to be exploited and she remains an avid listener to chivalric ballads.


Biography: Once House Osgrey they held four castles with Coldmoat their primary seat, but that noble castle was delivered to House Webber following Lord Osgrey's defiance of King Maegor the Cruel's laws suppressing the Poor Fellows and the Warrior's Sons. This elevated House Webber from landed knights to a fully-fledged banner house of House Rowan's. In 210 AC the enduring vendetta between the two houses was at last put to rest with the marriage of Lady Rohanne Webber to Lord Eustace Osgrey, and House Webber disappeared into the history books for almost a century. The spider gules would rise again over Coldmoat in 303 AC following the return of Queen Daenerys I Stormborn. While the maneuvers and diplomacy of Olenna Redwyne retained Highgarden for House Tyrell, as part of her far-reaching plan to secure Westeros for her dynasty the Mother of Dragons pruned back the power of several of the more powerful families in the Reach by supporting the claims of those of proven loyalty to her cause. One Wendell Webber - a sellsword of the Windblown - became Lord of Coldmoat and its surrounding lands, and marched to take possession with a dozen of his brothers in arms. Over the last seventy years House Webber has only risen in prestige, losing most of its Essosi flavour (although it remains distressingly liberal in the education of its children of either gender). Most recently the Lords of the House have been attempting to transfer their allegiance from House Rowan to serve House Tyrell directly, and when Rycherd Webber was born the negotiations began for him to serve as squire to a son of House Tyrell. Throwing out an anchor to windward, the eldest daughter Alysia was pledged as a companion and handmaiden to the eldest daughter of House Rowan upon her birth.


Alysia grew up a red-haired sprite in the bosom of her family, well educated and free spirited. Her first years were spent with her nurse, accompanying her Lady Mother about the castle and on her visits to the villages nearby. When she was five and her sister Delena two, they went to visit their mother's family at Brightwater Keep and she spoke for years afterwards of the excitement of the journey. She was a self-styled adventurer and spoke to anyone who would listen about the journey she wanted to make to Highgarden, Oldtown, King's Landing and the Free Cities when she was older. Septa Morgaine took over her education when she turned seven and did her best to inculcate the proper ladylike virtues in her. Less adventure, more needlework. Less walking in the woods and more polite small-talk. The one place her father did draw the line was to insist that she continue to ride regularly to maintain her physical fitness, but Alysia was soon swayed into spending hours each afternoon in the Sept, her high clear voice raised in praise of the Seven. In 371 when her mother sickened and lay dying in her bedchamber, Alysia spent two nights and a day singing prayers to the Mother until she swayed on her feet and her voice was scratchy and worn. Some said it was her faith alone that kept her on her feet, but when the news arrived that her mother had passed, whatever force was driving her drained away and she collapsed as a puppet with broken strings.


The thirteen-year-old Alysia became very quiet after her mother died, hiding away from her friends and family alike. A few times she was seen speaking with one of the apprentices or disappearing into the stables, but after six months her irrepressible cheer began to restore itself and she returned to her old habits. By fourteen she was adjudged ready by father and septa alike and was sent to Goldengrove as a companion for nineteen-year-old Lady Rhea Rowan. The two swiftly became fast friends and bosom companions, and when Rhea was called to the Flower Court at Highgarden, it was only natural that she brought her favourite handmaiden with her. Now she serves her lady in her bid to secure a prestigious marriage, and supports her friend in what is simultaneously the most exciting, promising and risky time of her life. For Alysia as well, although she isn't supposed to be thinking of herself yet.


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Family: 


Lord Arthur Webber


Lady Leyla Webber nee Florent (deceased)


Rycherd Webber (older brother, heir)


Delena Webber (younger sister)

 

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[SIZE= 11px]Isla Baratheon.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Female.[/SIZE]
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YEAR OF BIRTH
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[SIZE= 11px]352 AC.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Betrothed to Aegon Targaryen.[/SIZE]
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Unlike her childish cousin, Isla has always been wise beyond her years. She seems to know how to handle certain events and is usually calm in the face of danger or during situations where others would automatically panic. Though calm and knowledgable, she isn't particularly dull and loves to have adventure whenever she can. To be fair, though, her idea of an adventure is a walk in the woods or climbing a tree. Isla is full of sympathetic looks, consoling words, and a warmth that either draws people to her or makes them back away if they perceive her to be a little too clingy. It's strange that, while seemingly wise, Isla is also oddly naive. Able to make the best of any situation no matter how dire, Isla is an adaptable woman who rarely complains and firmly believes that everything happens for a reason. In her opinion, hardship is character building and good things come to those who wait. 
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Despite her apparent wisdom, Isla has a tendency to be blinded by foolish things like love and good looks.
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[SIZE= 11px]Isla's life began with a tragedy-- her dead mother died during complications following childbirth and so Isla was left to be raised by her father, Jaedyn. Grief stricken and confused, Jaedyn was in no state to care for the baby and had little clue what to do with her anyway, so she was raised alongside her cousin Ivana (and her siblings), whom she was born not long after. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Standing at 5'4" and weighing roughly 130lb, Isla is a pretty young woman who is the spitting image of her mother, which is probably why her father doesn't visit her much anymore. She has a rather clear complexion with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and hazel eyes. Her hair is light brown with a copper hue, often worn loose with little bits pinned up. She has never been good at styling her own hair so it usually remains free unless a hand aid has time to do it for her.[/SIZE]
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FAMILY
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[SIZE= 11px]Jaedyn Baratheon // Father.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Immogen Baratheon // Mother.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Ivana Baratheon // Cousin.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]Adelynne Baratheon // Cousin.[/SIZE]
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[Broncos]

Appearance:


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Name: Jasper Arryn


Gender: Male


Year of Birth: 353 AC


Titles: Lord of the Eyrie, Warden of the East


Martial Status: Unmarried


Personality: Jasper is a man driven by political pursuits, his family's name and power, and women. He can be kind and loving to his people but is not afraid of assassinating his own people and friends if it means he gets power or saves his power. He is very ambitious and is willing to wait for his chance or take it by force depending on the situation


Biography: Jasper was the eldest son of Robert Arryn. He grew up going to places like Braavos, Lys, Pentos, and even all the way to Slavers Bay one time in his quest for knowledge plus, Jasper was quite the adventurer. There in those bustling markets filled with con artists, prostitutes, slavers, and port masters he learned the art of trade and soon he had begun advising his farther how to get Eastern trade into Gulltown and soon, Gulltown experienced an economic boom. Eventually, once he turned 13 and had been going back in forth between Gulltown, the Free Cities, and The Eyrie, he traveled to King's Landing. His farther wanted to court some of the other ladies from the different houses of Westeros and at one point, his father wanted him to marry some low lord's hideous daughter for some Gold Dragons. He quickly had the woman killed secretly and he learned quickly how to be ruthless and get you want while simultaneously began to hate his farther. When he finally came home at the age of 20, he quickly began to plot to assassinate his farther. A year later, he had a faceless assassin (Who he had hired thanks to the enormous wealth that had come from Gulltown back when he directed trade there), assassinate his farther and soon became Lord of The Eyrie, and Warden of The West. He now as his eyes set on increasing his power and maybe finding a wife in a major house. Maybe a Targaryen, as he had much of the same personality as his in Vaella. Or maybe the Lady of Storm's End, as while he had heard of her arrogance, she seemed yet playfull, easily manipulated in his eyes, and held actual power. Whatever the case, he knew things that day he was made Lord: He would someone to marry and he would become the most powerful man in Westeros, either in the shadows or with a crown of gold on his head sitting on a throne of swords.


Family:


Farther: Robert Arryn


Mother: Andrea Royce


(If anyone wishes to become a sibling, cousin, uncle or something to the Arryns, please tell me)

 

[St. Boethius]

Name: Arin Phyre


Gender: Male


Year of Birth: 338 AC


Age: 25


Title(s): Alchemist, Pyromancer


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Arin is a very ambitious soul. He wishes to make the most of his life and serve the kingdom in a way that plays to his strengths. Inquisitive and some would say sadistic Rumors say that Arin has been using prisoners as test subjects for various alchemical experiments. Considering himself a shrewd business man Arin has worked to expand the alchemist guild to its former glory.


Biography: Arin didn't have the advantages of high birth like so many in Westeros. He and his family struggled on a day to day basis in Flea Bottom. Starvation and disease constantly afflicted the poor boy and to protect their child His parents whored and stole to make sure Arin survived to escape that hell. Eventually Arin would lose both of his parents to Flea Bottom: His mother to disease and his father was caught stealing.


However the darkness would soon be chased away from his life by a beautiful green flame. That green flame would be the salvation that his parents wanted for him. Arin got picked up by the alchemists guild when he was 10 and served as an apprentice before he was able to become a full alchemist at the age of 15. This was in recognition of his abilities for remembering and correctly making a multitude of options from healing salves to deadly poisons. When he became an alchemists he focused his research on the rumors of the very powerful weapon the guild was said to have: The Substance. The Green Flame that had made the guild so powerful was as far as he knew destroyed and it's formula lost. At 20 after 5 years of solid research Arin was able to replicate The Substance from trails and.... expetiments. That tenacity and dedication to the guild he was promoted to the upper echelon of the guild and has since been trying to expand the guilds power.


Family: None though seeks to associate himself with the royal family 


Other: like any typical alchemist Arin has a simple set of robes with plenty of pockets to house different potions as well as very thick set of leather gear that he uses when making and handling the Substance.Hidden in his robes are two gauntlets that house small amounts of the Substance as well as a necklace of thick glass that also houses the volatile substance. 

 

[Hypnos]

Approved!

 

[Hypnos]

Approved!

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

My faceclaims are going to be Mark Pellegrino, AKA Lucifer, and Mark Sheppard, Crowley. Now Sam Winchester. Supernatural is fucking taking over this RP, man.


That's it, Lysa is being faceclaimed as Alona Tal, Jo Harvelle. It's fucking happening.


Now where was that guy with the Dean Winchester faceclaim from the last RP? And who's taking Misha?

 

[lazytowns]

♠    T H E   S E C O N D   S O N    ♠

Name 
Felir Greyjoy


( pronounced feeh - lihr )


The name 'Felir' is bestowed upon one with stubborn independence, staunch ambition and the drive to accomplish things that no other man could. These three things are a very dangerous combination. 


Gender


♂


Age 


Nineteen years, born 354 AC. Felir is teetering on the verge of adulthood but he does not act accordingly.


Marital Status


Unwed, uncommitted. The man struggles to find any women who can hold his interest for longer than one evening


Personality 


Hair flowing in the sea breeze, respected through fear, valiant, stony and audacious; this is what Felir wanted to be. Years of uninspired toiling over his self-depreciating inadequacy in the great shadow of his dutiful older brother, Victarion, lead him to stray from the traditional expectations of his family and follow the example of his favorite things in life; books. In turn, he's wound up as a stray amidst his own breed. Felir is eloquent, charming to the extent that he can be obnoxious and lives according to a set of eccentric, unorthodox ideologies and that he has adopted through reading. Subtly, safely, he rejects the traditional Old Ways that are strictly followed by residents of the Iron Islands.


To get away with this, Felir has to be an extremely perceptive, calculating character. Beneath his superficially charming mask is a very manipulative and deceitful person. Felir's strong point is his wily nature and that is something that will get him nowhere on a battlefield so it is a quality that remains unsung by his family. 


Biography


From a ripe age, Felir was the black sheep of his herd. As a child he lacked nativity, generosity and in place there was an overbearing amount of curiosity. The ideas would swell and linger within his mind, making him spaced and distant to he people around him; he was a reserved boy and preferred to create or discover his own answers. While most boys were outdoors hitting each other with sticks, laboring or playing by the rocky shore Felir was studying insects and reading. As he aged, the cultural estrangement molded him to be antisocial. He was silent at family dinners, rarely found anywhere but the library and preferred to stay within the confinement of his quarters in Pyke. He never played with other children or worked in labor so he was in a physically weak shape but he had an extremely strong mind.


And this inborn intelligence, only naturally, went unsung in the Greyjoy household. Felir grew isolated amongst his older and younger brothers who were growing military figures and was not considered as a tactician or a commander by his father. His ambition was tainted ed by envy and shaped to be the bitter, unorthodox ideologies that he abides by in the present day. 

 


Appearance


 If there's one truly Greyjoy thing about the man, it's his looks. The cold, inky seas are reflected in his striking blue orbs and his hair charcoal black in color . His skin is a ghostly rosy ivory hue and he has a clear complexion. In the cold his nose and cheeks tend to tint with rosy pink splotches. There's something unsettling about the smolder that is plastered on Felir's features and the confidence that he radiates; there's just this sly, knowing look to the man that will either warn you to avoid him or lure you towards him. He does the rest of the work from that point, lulling innocents into his trap of trust before they discover what a shallow and exploitative person that he can be. Aside from looking snide, there's virtually nothing intimidating about his appearance. He stands at 5"7 and has a thin, lean build. He looks scrawny when placed next to his brothers so Felir tends to dress in multiple layers of dark, ornamented clothes. This excessive fashion sense makes Felir appear out of place amidst the rugged, simply dressed Greyjoys.


His brows are thick and expressive. He has quite dark, wispy facial hair that is shaped to be a sharp goatee and tidy mustache.

 


❝ W E   D O   N O T   S O W ❞


Family


Vickon Greyjoy


Balon Greyjoy


Urrigon Greyjoy


Victarion Greyjoy


Dalton Greyjoy


Theon Greyjoy


Joanna Greyjoy


Other


♠   If you know what's good for you, do not touch his books


♠  He's quite touchy about his fashion. Expect a verbal lashing for any comments on his excessive garnishment or pompous appeal


♠   His most efficient combat strategy? Is avoiding combat all together. Felir is hopeless with a sword. He does not have the patience for a bow or the arm strength for a javelin; his silver tongue and knowledge serve as his weapon. 


♠   Felir gets along with his brother Theon the best. He admires Joanna but disregards this due to his envy of her bond with Balon. His relationship with Victarion is strained and awkward, his interactions with Dalton are heatedly tense and his connection to his father can be summarized with the previous three things.

 

[JustJazzy]

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[Greenbriar]

Complete, pending amendments from @Hypnos or @Savagai

 

[Hypnos]

Approved!

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Oh look, it's Rami Malek.