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Austen Redwyne
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Male
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24
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Lord Of House Redwyne
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Single
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Bigoted. Egotistical. Volatile. 
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From a very early age, Austen Redwyne knew he was made for great things. However, he never really excelled at anything he tried his hand at. When he picked up a sword for the first time, he found that it was too heavy and that it strained his arm. When he saddled a horse for the first time, he learnt that he had almost no control over the beige beast- and that he never would master it. Yes, Austen always prophesied that he would one day reach such a level of renown that every single person in Westeros would know his name. Of course, he realised he wouldn't gain this 'renown' via sword fighting nor equestrianism. So he focused on other things, mostly his social skills. Austen grew up growing a golden tongue. When he got into the slightest of trouble he could always find a way out of it-- or someone else to blame for it. He became savvy in the art of conversation, and the art of politics. And one day it finally dawned on him...
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Austen wouldn't become a legend by wielding a legendary sword. He wouldn't become a storybook hero by mounting a fantastical horse with a catchy name. No--
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He would rise to fame by becoming king of all The Seven Kingdoms.
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Of course, he instantly found flaw in this dream o' his. He didn't have silver hair or violet eyes. Thus he would never have claim to The Iron Throne. This saddened him deeply. And as years went by, he grew up hating his father and mother for being "little Redwynes". The fact that he would never wear a crown severely corrupted him. He grew angrier and angrier. Austen even began to lash out at those around him.
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Whilst doing this, he gained some small infamy in being the problem child of young Lord Jon Redwyne. Austen soon learned about what people were saying about him. How they called him a "brat". And Austen actually reveled in it.
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He liked being the lordling who was mean-spirited and reckless. So he purposely let his behavior deteriorate even more, and more, and more.
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Now, weeks after his most recent name day, his father passed away- suddenly. And Austen realised that he would have to step into boots that seemed almost too big to fill. But, then it clicked inside him. It all made sense.
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He put what little grief and mourning he had aside and quickly claimed his father's place in The Reach. Because Austen knew that him leading one of the greatest houses in Westeros would lead to something far more greater.
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Yes, Austen Redwyne was made for great things. And these great things would soon be upon him because his reign was almost nigh...
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- Austen is, by no means, the best fighter. However, when he was almost 14 years young- he decided to actually properly practice. He put a substantial amount of effort into his sword play, his archery, and his general physical healthiness. And, it worked. Currently, he is a decent swordsman and a decent archer. But he is in great physical condition and he has learned to throw a fairly good punch.
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- Austen's greatest talent, however, is lovemaking. And his prowess in this particular skill is somehow general knowledge on The Arbor.
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- Austen has it out for the poor, and the elderly, and the disabled. He will happily treat them like shit whenever he gathers the chance to do so.
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- Austen dislikes every single member of his family, especially his cousin Garth. The only exception to this is his little sister, Ave. The two of them get on like a stable on fire, probably due to the fact they both thrive on their own egos.
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- As said above, Austen has a massively infamous reputation in The Reach. He is oft called a prick by people who haven't even met him. And he is always called a prick by those who have met him. He adores his reputation and tries his best to live up to it.
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Ave Redwyne
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GENDER
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Female
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AGE
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19
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Single
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Abusive. Manipulative. Selfish.
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[SIZE= 18px]BIOGRAPHY[/SIZE]
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When Ave Redwyne was born, it was said that The Mother herself wept tears of salty joy. The Arbor celebrated for days and days now that their lord had a beautiful baby daughter to call his own. Ave grew up almost perfectly. She never lost her 'beauty', she perfected her studies, and she mastered the curtsy the first time she even performed it. Many proclaimed Ave Redwyne was a gift from The Seven. Her own parents, too, placed her on a pedestal so high that no other young girl in Westeros could reach it.
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It was this behavior, by her family and her people, that led to Ave Redwyne becoming a gigantic bitch.
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Ave's ego is quite a big one. She looks down upon anyone that isn't her, or her dear brother- Austen. There are small stories of her treatment to those poorer and less fortunate than her. Years ago, a rumor spread in which she had almost drowned her handmaiden in her bathwater for talking back. Years later, there was whispers that she had a guard imprisoned for assaulting her- yet he had a black eye and bruises upon his face, whilst she was unscathed. All these stories, however, are very hush-hush. Mostly because The Reach don't want to dampen the perspective on their godsend of a girl. So Ave has continued to get away with anything and everything she'd been involved in.
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Now that her brother is in-charge of their house though- will the stories become more and more prominent and lead to the truth about Ave Redwyne escape? Ave herself fears that this may happen. So she is going to do her best to make sure her brother's reign as lord will be one of much success. And she will do anything AND everything to do so.
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- Ave has received many marriage offers from lords and lordlings alike. Her parents persuaded her to entertain said offers, but, she has yet to accept or even think about accepting one. Ave has no interest in becoming an old, fat 'wife'.
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- Even though she does not wish to gain husband, she enjoys men very much. Ave finds it easy to wrap them around her finger. With a few right words and a show of skin- Ave could be queen if she wanted to. She finds it that easy.
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- Shady happenings aside, Ave is a perfect lady in public. She knows her manners and she knows the right thing to say at almost all times. She is refined in the etiquette of a young lady.
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- Ave loves the sea and procrastinates a lot by spending time on the several ships she was gifted on numerous name days. Her favourite vessel, by far, is "The Sour Grape". An old, but elegant ship that she feels almost at home on.
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- Ave isn't good at the use of any kind of weapon. However, she is known by some servants, some guards, and her brother to give very firm and stinging slaps to ones face.
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Name: Rhaelle Targaryen
Gender: Female
Age: twenty-four
Title: the Frosted Dragon
Marital Status: unmarried

Personality: Rhaelle can say with absolute certainty that from a young age she understood the implications of her genders and just what boundaries she'd forever find herself unable to cross. She understood that she was a literal object, a thing of which alliances would be forged, battles would be waged for. But would she accept her unspoken constraints, take on the status of the insignificant trophy wife? Rhaelle vowed to never do so - the idea of it makes her itch with a horrible sense of self-loathing. And perhaps due to this men have never interested her quite as much as they did her fair siblings. While her sisters and their acquaintances were dreaming of men who'd sweep them off of her feet, Rhaelle was dreaming of being a warrior of the likes of Breanne Lannister, of being seen an equal to the brother's who never her as anything more than a pesky sister who watched their sparring with hopeful eyes. Yes, she had her crushes, her short infatuations, but never did they cloud her ambitions and the work she put into going towards them. Only when she got older did Rhaelle decide her gender posed some advantages. The curve of her hips, the plumpness of her lips, the coy expression she could adopt - her body was a weapon. Despite the fact that she doesn't often use it to her advantage as the idea of utilizing her body for the hands of just anyone doesn't quite suit her, it doesn't change her awareness of this.


Biography: From the moment she was born, the midwife's assumed the sickly, thin child Rhaelle was would never survive the night. And she was tiny - a sickly, tiny mess of flesh and blood that Rhaelle envisions as nothing more than pathetic. But against all odds she made it. Rhaella does not recall her childhood as a time of happiness. However, there were bits of light in-between all the darkness she associates with the her becoming, what her mother called "a budding young woman". Rhaelle always felt uncomfortable in her own skin, always felt she was never meant to be something so insignificant as she perceived a woman of her status to be. She was a helpless, impressionable young woman, grasping but never quite understanding her situation and desperate for something that was always on the tip of her tongue but in a way unutterable. That's the time when she found Janella, a girl a good couple of years older than her and not even close to as high as Rhaelle was in terms of status.


She was a whore, but she was more intelligent than she was given credit for and Rhaelle saw that. The two weren't quite friends - Rhaelle understood the separation between their status' would never allow that, and she'd never want to anger father or embarrass him any such as to have her relationship with a girl of a lower status come to that. She understood it, but matters of the heart are never so uncomplicated as resolutions.


There conversations were infrequent and that's what made Rhaelle treasure Janella all the more. The girl would listen to her thoughts, entetain even the most ridiculous of notions, giggle about whatever stupidity had arisen that day. But really, it was the girl's seeming disinterest in the courts intrigue that truly pulled Rhaelle in. She was truly and deeply concerned about her family, and that was had drew her into the job of less than satisfactory rumors.


She fell in love, despite her best efforts, and that's where things took a darker turn. In the spiral of events that followed their secret relationship Janella ended up dead, something Rhaelle will never forget or stop blaming herself for. But it's just another thing she hides behind the doors of her mind, never to be spoken of again.


To distract herself from the pain, the Targaryen threw herself into her subjects and her spars, delved deeper into history and languages and hardened her heart. Death hardened her in an irreversible way, and she understands she can never truly have the innocence of youth back.



Family:


Maegor I Targaryen: Father (Alive) -- ????: Mother (Deceased)
>> Aegor Targaryen - Brother - Alive


>> Vaella Targaryen - Sister - Alive


>> Aelyx Targaryen - Alive - Brother


Other:

> she has a pet dragon, Gaelyx

 

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Name: Roland Wilds


Gender: Male


Year of Birth: 311 AC


Age: 62


Title(s):  Lord of Fair Isle, Ser, Marshal of the Westerlands, Roland the Gray, Iron Blood Knight


Marital Status: Married to Cassandra Wilds nee Lannister


Personality:Roland due to his rough life has an extremely rough exterior to most, especially strangers. Always seen with a scowl on his face when not in the company of his immediate family, most assume his just an angry old man one fart away from death. However, despite his outward appearance he is very much alive inside, caring dearly for his wife and children, though not so much for the vast majority of others. Steadfast in his duties as a husband, father, and knight of the Westerlands he is deeply loved by all those bound to him by blood and marriage.


Biography: To tell Roland's story, one must first tell the story of his father, a hedge knight by the name of Rodrik Wilds, a man with a quick mind and an even quicker sword hand. During his years as a young man Rodrik gathered himself a large party of knights and vagrant warriors, banding them together to create what was one of the few mercenary companies traveling Westeros. Being hired for battle after battle the company made quite the name for itself, eventually beng hired by the Westerlands during the war that Daenerys Targaryen brought to Westerosi soil. The contract was simple, the Farmans had been destroyed by the Ironborn, take the island back, and its Lordship was his.


Waging a brutal campaign that lasted several months on the relatively large island, Rodrik was eventually victorious, raising the defending Ironborns heads over the walls of Fair Castle. Being proclaimed the new lord of the Isle, Rodrik created his own coat of arms, three silver oaks on a field of blue. Soon after, being married to a young Lady from house Peckeldon by the name of Joanna seeing as none of the stronger houses wanted to align themselves with what they saw as an upstart mercenary. Only a year later did Joanna give birth to their first, and only child, Roland Wilds.


Being raised like any noble boy, Roland was expected to practise his swordsmanship and leadership, having a knack for both. It was only at the age of fourteen that Roland participated in his first tournament, winning the joust but losing the melee by a hair to a mountain of a man due to the sheer difference in their physical ability and experience. It was only four more years until Roland would take his first life, or perhaps first dozen would be more accurate. Gaining information from house Greyjoy and Harlaw, Roland's father sent him out with nearly a thousand men to ambush incoming reavers. Taking the Ironborn by surprise Roland cut a bloody path through their ranks, eventually defeating their leader in single combat, removing his head from his shoulders.


It was from this day that Roland truly realized his own potential and set off in search of battle and glory. Traveling all over the seven kingdoms to take part in wars between lesser houses and raids on bandit strongholds Roland made quite the name for himself, even going so far as being known as one of the greatest warriors in the realm. It was on Roland's journey home however that he met his future wife, a Lannister no less. Having a Tourney thrown at Highrock for the beautiful young woman's sixteenth name day, Roland arrived and dominated the competition, naming Cassandra the queen of love and beauty, as well as earning her affection. It was however during the feasts to come that they grew closer, some even thinking it was love, much to her fathers annoyance since he saw a Wilds as beneath her.


However, through much arguing and convincing from both Cassandra and her mother, Jaime caved, preparing for the two to be married. It was through this marriage that Roland became even more renowned, known as far away as the Free Cities for not only his skill in battle, but his way with women. Ignoring such talk, Roland instead focused on his craft, increasing his skill with the blade as he continued to travel, seeking further glory while his father controlled their lands and his wife, sadly waited day in and out for him to return. Having no luck conceiving a child for nearly a decade after their marriage, many believed Roland was more fond of his sword than his beloved wife. However, at the ripe old age of 37, Roland returned to see that his wife was pregnant, her progress through the pregnancy perfectly aligning with the last time Roland was home, immediately halting any whispers the other lords may have spoken.


Birthing Roland a son, it was decided that he would stop his traveling, instead focusing all of his attention on his family. As he did so, his family grew, and so did his heart, allowing him and his wife to grow ever closer, igniting a love that most believed could never be extinguished. Training his sons and watching over his daughters was Roland's life now, and he meant to accel at it, though his own personal training did not deminish. It was of course Roland's duty to keep himself as capable as possible, and despite his age hampering with his ability to fight, his experience and skill still makes him a very feared man, not only in combat, but as a general as well.


Family: (Will be updated as I and TheTraveller decide)


Other: Roland his heavily scarred over large portions of his body due to the countless battles he has taken part in over the course of his long life. Due to this harshness Roland is a hardy yet pained man, with many aches that would hindred him if he were not so stubborn though they will no doubt do so in the years to come.

 

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Name:
Cassandra Wilds nee Lannister
Gender:
Female

Year of Birth:
323 AC
Age:
50

Title(s):
Lady of the Fair Isle
The Untamed Lioness

Marital Status:
Married to Roland Wilds

Personality:
Ever since when she was a child, Cassandra is very opinionated and outspoken. She never stopped questioning others, not until she is satisfied with the answer that she's got. Cassandra inherited the audacity and boldness of her father, the strong will of her mother, the sharp tongue and attitude of her uncle Tyrion and perhaps she even caught Cersei's ruthlessness and impatience against enemies. Cassandra values her family more than anything and will do everything for them despite that she openly mocks and judges them. She will mock anyone she perceives as an incompetent.

Having both parents as a fighter, Cassandra learnt so much but she was never a weapon wielder herself. In the long run, she became good in making battle strategies and plans. A game where she matches or even exceed compared to her brothers. Aside from militaristic comprehension, Cassandra is competent and adept with regards on the life of politics.

Bio:

Growing up, while her brothers studies the art of wielding weapons, Cassandra favored her books. She was forced to picked up and master a weapon when one of her brothers told her that she was weak and not a fighter unlike their mother. She was told that she ought to just tend to her needlework and leave the fighting and war to the men. Doesn't like being taunted, she punched her brother straight on his face before turning her back and grabbing the first weapon she can grab in their armory. It was a bow and arrow, and it became her weapon of choice. Despite mastering the wielding of the bow, Cassandra still believes that her mind is her real weapon. Planning is always the key in winning the war.

Among the siblings, it was Cassandra who was closest to her father, Jaime. When he was not busy, she used to ask him to tell her different stories about the wars he's been in, he even told her all the things his father told him about the previous wars before them. But he rarely talks about his accomplishments and stories. Being a curious child, Cassandra pestered her mother about it. Her mother, Brienne, never actually told everything but at least she told her things. Such as how Jaime became the Kingslayer and how he became the Lord Commander.

With her mind and sharp tongue, Jaime once told her that she was like his little brother, Tyrion. The man that served as the Hand of the Queen during the reign of Daenerys. She only met the great man a couple of times but despite that Cassandra liked Tyrion very much. He wasn't a bore like most of every adult she knew. He was a drunk, yes but he was still brilliant.

Meeting Tyrion Lannister is what made Cassandra believe and pursue to further expand her knowledge about things.

Parties and celebrations are not a frequent happenings at Casterly Rock. Her father has no passion for it nor her mother has patience for it. Of course if they were invited to other parties, the family certainly goes but as for holding one, it was done very seldom. The only celebration that is for sure to be held in their estate are their Name days.

Their Name day celebration are one of the most extravagant parties held in Casterly Rock. The parties are all lavish and all the expenses are not minded. Tourneys and melee are frequent in a whole week of the celebration.

And it was in Cassandra's 16th name day when she met the warrior of Fair Isle. Roland Wilds was not like anyone she met, during that time, her parents already asked her to meet every eligible young man from noble houses. But all were a bore, if not a snob. Cassandra's wit and humor are not met by others, most of them are intimidated by her. They were not challenging for her but Roland was different. He was engaging in some ways others are not.

It was a long process but Jaime agreed on the marriage between his beloved daughter and the warrior. He knew he'll be having much more luck in pacifying the ocean waves than commanding her daughter to not proceed to the ill suited pairing.

After the wedding, the two moved to Fair Isle but only Cassandra stayed. Her gallant husband was somewhere out in Westeros, fighting the endless battle. War after war. Carnage after carnage. Cassandra is an independent woman but she found living in Fair Isle hard. She was alone with nothing but the servants and her father in law. There's also the occasional visitors but Cassandra hardly give a damn about them. She thought of going back to Casterly Rock, but she knew that as soon as she step a foot back in their lands and told her parents about what was happening, there was no going back. Her father would fight tooth and claw and even drain their riches just to keep her home and not let her rot alone in what her father thinks as a god forsaken isle. Cassandra held her ground and hardened her heart so that she could bear being alone.

It was even rumored that she had an affair when Roland was on the road just to quench the thirst of company and perhaps to show herself that just because she was married it doesn't mean that she was going to be a prisoner. A rumor that happens to be true but Cassandra is smart enough not to leave any proof or evidence behind. It was her own streak of rebellion against him. It was unjustified but she was angry [and lonely] at him for leaving her behind.

She thought that the marriage was going to be one of her biggest mistakes, it all changes when her first child was born. Not only the child gave her the best company she can have, Roland also decided to stay, opposed to her original thought, the marriage was the best decision she ever did and that marriage spawned three more lovely children that they both adored.

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Family:
Roland Wilds - Husband
@Leusis
Oldest boy (25y/o) - married to a Lady from House Kenning
Oldest girl (20y/o) - betrothed to a Lord from House Prester
Boy (15y/o) - still in Fair Isle
Girl (13y/o) - still in Fair Isle

Ser Jaime Lannister- Father
Lady Brienne of Tarth- Mother
Lord Tybolt Lannister - Older Brother

Tiber Lannister- nephew
Martyn Lannister- nephew
Celena Lannister - niece

[Please see Wanderingjester's epic family tree.]

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Name:
Rory Baratheon

Gender
Male

Year of Birth + Age
357, at 28 years of age

Title(s)
Regent of the Stormlands, The Raging Stag

Marital Status
Originally betrothed to Lady Felise of Tarth at 15, who passed away from sudden illness.

Personality
Despite most Lords in the Seven Kingdoms, Rory is no expert in the art of diplomacy. Or rather, he has no concept on what the word actually entails, always direct and straight to the point, this Lord is much more at home on a battlefield than a wedding or feast. Unfortunately, his to-the-point nature is hardly aided by his absolute lack of social tact. He's often silent, quiet, stern and brooding. Much preferring to be as far away from the centre of attention as possible. A good analogy for speaking to this Stag, is speaking to a stone wall. Though despite his quiet approach, he can often be reckless and impulsive when facing critical decisions which could have dire consequences if not thought through.

Though fortunately, he possesses virtues to more than make up for his political inadequacy, he is, first and foremost, a family man. Rory prizes the Baratheon name - primarily his sister and cousin - above everything else he holds dear. He would quite willingly march to the Doom and back for them. This same outlook extends to the Stormlands, he will always do what is best for his family, then his people, never putting selfish ambition or political opportunity first. Such bravery, passion and determination is the public part of Rory that shines. A brave leader is a respectable leader, this appearance is only aided by his ferocity in battle, Rory can always be found on the front lines, breaking bones, and crushing limbs in an animalistic fury that strikes fear into his enemies and bloodlust into his allies.

Biography
Born to a stable household full of love and affection, Rory's upbringing was a little more uncommon to most. In a world were the heir seemed to receive the most attention, this child would always be grateful for the strong family bond that the Baratheon household shared. It taught him to treat people as equals, and to this day he has held by that value whilst priding family above all else. Though despite the love from their parents, Rory struggled to find a place.

With the rest of his siblings and Isla being female, time Rory would likely have spent playing, and generally being a child, were usually spent alone with a practice sword - this was hardly aided by the lack of care from his eldest sister. Yet despite missing out on what should have been a childhood, Rory's extra-training in combat really came to shine when he started to become a man. A once small, almost pudgy boy, seemed to mold into a warrior. He grew much larger, much stronger, and took great pride in the compliments that seemed to pour in.

At fifteen years of age, during a feast for the Storm Lords thrown at Storm's End, Rory fell for Lady Felise of Tarth, and she for him, given the circumstance and political advantage of such a match; Frances was more than happy to consent it, as was Lord Raymund of Tarth; which is why after a year of courtship, her sudden death at the hands of illness left a irreversible mark on Rory, in his grief, he all but refused another betrothal despite the efforts of his father. Soon enough, Rory found himself in a position of command. He had to beg, and scream at his fathers feet to get it, but the man had budged leaving Rory to lead expeditions against pirates, brigands, and other unruly folk.whilst no war, or great battle, nearly a decade of such activities sharpened his mind, body, and hammer-arm.

One day - but when out sailing the coasts of Tarth in search of Pirate bands, word was received that his father had passed away from illness; Rory, determined to return as soon as possible - ignored the warnings of his men-at-arms and sailed through a Storm near Shipbreaker Bay - living up to it's name, they didn't last more than a few hours. It was only by a stroke of both fortune and miss-fortune that the same pirates they had chased captured Rory and what was left of his crew.

Luckily, they had no inclination that the now Lord of Storm's End was their prisoner, yet it didn't ease the treatment they received. It wasn't pretty, but the pirates made any prisoners they caught fight to the death for their own amusement. Expectedly Rory prevailed time after time, even over men he had called friends.
After nearly a year of essentially being a caged animal, Rory had managed to gain some manner of "loyalty" from several shipmates. Without being specific, the promise of wealth beyond measure did a lot to a mans' loyalty. The coup was over before it began, Rory was unchained, and the Captain's men were butchered - mostly by the Raging Stag - and so, the comedic tale of the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, sailing back to Storm's End with a rag-tag group of pirates was born -- yet untold.

Appearance:
Tall and broad, Rory does the Baratheon line justice with his imposing size, and warrior-like appearance, there is a sternness to his features, complimented by his dark hair and brown eyes.

Family
-Isla Baratheon (Sister)
-Ivana Baratheon (Cousin)
-Frances Baratheon (Father)
-Erika Baratheon (Mother)

Other
Rory is a decent, but not outstanding military Commander, he has a good mind for tactics; but is far too reckless to utilise it.
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Name
Harald Goodbrother​

Gender
Male​

Year of Birth + Age
359, at 26 years of age.​

Title(s)
Lord of Hammerhorn, The Great Wyk Reaver​

Marital Status
Unmarrid​

Personality
Harald Goodbrother, violent, aggressive, spiteful, more cunning than a man of war has any right to be. With one hand, he'll slit your throat, whilst the other shields your fall. Perhaps he is best described as a sociopath, remorseless and brutal as he is calm and calculative, though the man may not be intelligent as some, he knows how to mince words. His logic isn't always sound; warped and broken, often going against the most urgent premises of all forms of Common Sense.

It is in his nature, to enjoy conflict, he is a lover of war, of killing, of all things deemed sadistic and barbaric by those even amongst the Iron Born, he revels in he misery of others whilst rendered drunk by his own power. Like most of the Drowned God's followers, Harald is drawn to strength, though his narrow-mind is easily appeased in the face of the politically savvy, though far from loyal, this man will commit to any cause so long as he believes in it's power.​

Biography:
Harald Brother, second-born son to Lord Halfdan Goodbrother of Hammerhorn, and Ashara Goodbrother, whom Harald killed in birth, was never meant for a life of ambitious-less peace. His father, Halfdan, never loved his second son, instead placing mountains of praise and responsibility on his prided heir, Erik Harald's esteemed brother. Starting from age 5, it was standard for the brothers to undergo education together, yet neither boy bare the other love or respect. To Erik, Harald was nothing more than competition and a threat to his future-Lordship, the heir to Hammerhall had the edge in everything since his learning was a priority, whereas his brother's was little more than a necessity.

As they aged, their rivalry morphed into resentment, and by the age of sixteen, it became hatred. No matter what Harald did, his father looked down upon him, chastising and belittling his second son for little more than being born. Harald grew cold and dark, tormented by both brother and father, until he was pushed so fiercely he snapped.

It was during their fifth reaving, when Halfdan took his sons at 23 years of age to Essos by boat, to pillage and loot the No Man's Land, a place of great danger and risk. It was the ultimate test of strength for any Iron Born, a reaving only the most brave of the Drowned Gods followers partook in. The entire jounrey there, the second-son was shunned by his peers, mocked as a target by those seeking his brothers approval, whilst his father looked on in amusement.

When the time came, and the Goodbrother fleet caused mass terror along the Essossian seas, blood followed. They looted multiple ships in a bloodthirst of devotion, reaping the rewards of warfare with pride; until they overstepped their safety, entering the waters of Volantis where they crossed steel with not disorganized guards, but professional soldiers and well-paid mercenaries. In his arrogance, Halfdan Goodbrother attempted battle with the Volanteene fleet. Personally boarding the Triarch's ship.

In the brief chaos of battle, the Iron Born - hopelessly outmatched - routed after a bloody skirmish. Halfdan himself bested in single-combat by Viserys Blackfire. Yet defeat led to confusion, which led to opportunity. Without hesitation, Harald Goodbrother planted an axe into his brothers skull as he attempted to flee, his kinslaying lost in the Iron Born's massacre. Fleeing back to Hammerhall, tail between their legs, the men of the Great Wyk lost their trust in their Lord, who was broken by his loss of pride, and the loss of his prized son in battle.

When they returned to land, Harald, driven by his own selfish ambition and endless hate, challenged his father to single-combat to the death before the remnants of their entire fleet. Broken, rageful, and unable to damage his pride anymore, Halfdan accepted and met his son in arms, he fought with little passion, and was slain by Harald. The act earned Harald the trust of his men, but the hate of other Lords. In the days since, Harald has relentlessly raided all viable targets, from pirates to Essos, earning him the nickname 'The Great Wyk Reaver'.

Family
-Erik Goodbrother (brother)
-Halfdan Goodbrother (father)
-Ashara Goodbrother (mother)
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Name
Robyn Royce

Gender
Male

Year of Birth + Age
360, at 25 years of age.

Title(s)
Lord of Runestone, Marshal of The Vale(?), Sir

Marital Status
Married to Elysa Melcolm of Old Anchor

Personality
Devotedly loyal to the Lord Paramount Jasper Arryn of the Vale, Robyn Royce has proven invaluable in many aspects beyond his lands and influences. Though not exceptional, he is a clear Jack-Of-All-trades, with efficient skill in management, economics, diplomacy, court-workings, and the chivalrous Knightly code, but exceptional in none. This is in merit to his cold, focused nature. A man of law and order first, he shows little emotion and even less hesitance, as decisive as he is cunning.

Though loyal to his own values, and the stability of the realm, the seemingly cold Royce has an ambition to rise high--not so high as to be burnt by the sun--but enough to soar above the clouds. Despite the act, his lack of public emotion is little more than a guise, a convincing tale to hide the machinations of a very complex mind, filled with hpyocriticals and conflict-of-belief.

Biography
Having passed away due to a severe fever just months before his birth, Robyn Royce was born to his mother, Helena Royce, he was raised by his mother with brutal affection, with his learning emphasized on court-politics over all else, whilst he dedicated all his free time to training with the Household Guard, or playing make-believe with his older sister. As he aged, his mother's lack of overt affection in-comparison to the love showered on his sister shaped Robyn to be as keen-edged as a blade, shaping his mind and emotions.

After years of private tutelage, at the age of 16, Robyn caught his first taste of combat, fighting Mountain Bandits alongside several Vale knights, though not an exceptional warrior, he fought well, returning to Runestone with real-world experience. Unfortunately, his mother Helena Royce, passed in the time of his absent, entering an eternal sleep due to purely natural causes. Mourning his mother's death alongside his sister, Robyn threw a local funeral which stretched on for several weeks, before taking up the mantle of the Lord of Runestone.

As time passed, Lord Royce was able to enter his role of a lord with effortless attempt, aided by Runestone's advisers over the years to become a staunch figure in Vale politics. When rumor spread of Lord Arryn's mysterious death, and his son's rapid ascension to the throne, Robyn made it a primary effort to befriend the new Lord of the Vale, despite his appearance as a man of the Realm, and a staunch follower of the Law, his support for the new Lord Arryn was purely for selfish ambition. Yet due to his own proficiency in rulership, and Jasper's inexperience and lack of real allies in the Vale, the influential aid of House Royce was welcomed as the asset it was, Lord Royce has since dedicated everything to furthering his ambition through use of Lord Paramount Jasper, in his mind, if one plummets, they both do.

Family
Leofric Royce (Father)
Helena Royce (Mother)
Lysa Royce (Sister)
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Name


Gender
Male

Year of Birth + Age
355, at 30 years of age.

Title(s)
Water-Dancer,

Marital Status
Unmarried

Personality

Biography
When the war for of the Five King's began decades past, those fortunate enough to be blessed with wealth but not lands, fled across theNarrow Sea to seek refuge within the Free Cities of Essos. The minor family of Tor, salt merchants who were dominant in trade within Saltpans, were one such family. Through extortionate prices, Edwyn Tor afforded passage to Braavos with his pregnant wife, Meera. Now bereft of coin and influence in an unknown foreign land, life became bleak; but at least they lived, unlike so many who met they're ends at the hands of Lannister forces.

Family
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Name
Olira Wolf-Fang

Gender
Female

Year of Birth + Age
361, at 24 years of age.

Title(s)
Spear Maiden,

Marital Status
Unmarried

Personality

Biography

Family
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Vaegon Targaryen
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Gender
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23
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Year of Birth
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349 AC
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Marital Status
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Single
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Personality
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Vaegon is strong and very quick to anger. He is an inspring leader and charming too. He always carries his sword everywhere he goes and is also quite paranoid too, always getting a servent to taste his food before he eats it.
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Vaegon was born on Dragonstone to Daeron and Daenerys Targaryen. Vaegon was a strong child and showed his martial talents at a young age. He was the pride of his father and expected to serve well in the royal army. Vaegon despised his cousins who were much closer in the line of succession then he was which furthered his distaste for them. This hatred would subside as Vaegon got older.
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At the age of 16 Vaegon sailed to Essos and visited all the free cities, whoring and drinking away before he came across a rather large sellsword company. After spending a few days with the commander, Vaegon decided to join them. His first battle came when two of the free cities had a dispute and went to war. Vaegon fought valiantly, taking a knee injury in the ensuring battle but slaying many foes and proving his worth.
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At age 23, Vaegon decided to return to Dragonstone, battle hardened from the wars fought in Essos. Now, in 372 AC Vaegon has arrived at King's Landing for the Royal wedding of his cousin, not used to the intrigues of King's Landing but of blood and sword.
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Name: Rodrik Royce


Gender: Male


Year of Birth: 350 AC


Age: 23 y/o


Title(s): Ser Rodrik Royce, of House Royce, Keeper of Runestone


Nickname(s): Aemon's Dog (only to those in the Brotherhood)


Marital Status: Single


Personality: Rodrik is on the more quieter sides and prefers to keep to himself which is ironic because of his position. Though never having met them, Rodrik has a negative opinion about the Lannisters. Unlike his father, Rodrik loves fighting and it's usually only when he is fighting where most of his passion is shown. He doesn't care too much for politics or strategies, feeling that the people in power now don't even deserve their power. Rodrik doesn't trust many except for two men he keeps especially close to him named Barney and Lufius. Even though he doesn't care too much about his position, he demands high respect from the members of his House. Most of the time, his orders go through Barney instead of him giving them out directly. On regular days he would train early in the morning then spend the rest of the day on his seat, receiving reports and letters.


Rodrik doesn't really care for anyone's personal needs, especially if they don't have a higher standing than him. The only person he truly respects is Aemon Blackfyre. Rodrik rarely loses his temper and usually thinks before he acts.


Biography: Rodrik's mother died when he was born and that had a really big impact on his life. His father constantly brought it up and would repetitively blame him for it whenever he was in a bad mood or got in trouble, and this was when he was only a boy. His father rarely spent time with him and Andrew forced the idea into his head that he didn't deserve him as a father. Rodrik spent most of his days learning how to fight but his father refused to teach him the responsibilities of an heir until he was 13. When Rodrik turned 9 years old he made his first friend, Barney Rosevelt. He was taking a break from sparring with his teacher he watched another boy drawing a picture of Runestone. Rodrik went over to him and they hit it off. From the moment Rodrik picked up a sword, he fell in love. Eventually, he didn't care that his father didn't want him- he ddidn't care he found a friend and something he was good at; fighting.


No matter how hard Rodrik tried, his father would always find a humiliate or abuse him physically and verbally. After a few years it was clear that he was just doing it out of boredom. Not like you could blame him; Andrew was probably the most disgraceful leader of House Royce in history. He didn't really care for being Lord of his house, rather he preferred the perks that came with it. Near the time of his death, he was gaining weight and his hygiene had fallen greatly. Some say he just lost his way after his wife died but then again they didn't see everything. When Rodrik reached the age of 18, he gave up praying to the gods that his father would fall down a staircase and die so he decided to get out of his comfort zone. He wasn't sure where at the time, but he needed some time away from Runestone... and his father. He made sure to ask his father if he could leave to fight abroad with other soldiers that were leaving the next morning when he was drunk. He brought Barney with him just for company. Sure, he followed the men out but halfway there when they had to stop at a city to restock, Rodrik and Barney vanished leaving behind a letter telling them that he would return in exactly one year from that day.


Rodrik had matured easily without his father there to put him down. After two months 'on the run', Rodrik found that he didn't really know what he wanted to do with his freedom but he didn't want to return home yet. After turning to Barney about the issue, he suggested fighting for a worthwhile cause. At this, Rodrik was confused because they already fought for House Arryn. Thinking about it later, Rodrik realized he didn't really care about any of the Great Houses or even feel a bit of loyalty towards House Arryn-- he was just following his father. When stopping at the city of Lys, Barney and Rodrik overheard a couple of men in an alleyway speaking about rumors they heard about Aemon, the Captain's son of the GB. This certainly peaked his interest and he questioned them about it but they weren't up to give information to a stranger so he had to beat it out of them which at the time, was very unusual behavior for Rodrik but he was just desperate for something other than drinking and fighting pits. One man eventually gave up that Aemon was fighting in the Disputed Lands. He remembered hearing that name multiple times in Runestone, but never thought much of it. He wasn't sure why, but he needed to go see if this Aemon was there; maybe there was something for him there.


The Disputed Lands were not like anything Rodrik was used too. Him and Barney pretended to be Freeriders so they could avoid too many questions. Barney was just following his leader but Rodrik had no idea what he was looking for. The best he could do was to fight anyone that tried to kill them and ask them if they knew the location of Aemon or people that would know where he was before knocking him out. Rodrik was starting to get annoyed after a day or two but Barney returned from a scouting trip that Rodrik sent him on with good news. He handed Rodrik a map that had a circle around the area where Aemon could be. Rodrik wasn't too happy when he found out that he was fighting against him. Rodrik suggested that they get some sleep before they go off to find him and he fell asleep for a bit but only to wake up to Barney yelling and fighting off three men as best as he could. Rodrik immediately got up and struck one from the back but there were still two left. As Rodrik raced to help Barney, the soldier that he thought he knocked out had gotten up again and tripped him and slammed his blade towards the scared Rodrik before he could hold it centimeters above his chest. Rodrik couldn't hold it for much longer so he pulled his legs in causing the soldier to fall on top of him, losing grip on his sword and that is when Rodrik killed a person for the first time. He wasn't sure how to feel about it, but one thing he knew was that he needed to do was help Barney who apparently was much stronger than he looked. He stuck to the routine and kept one alive to ask about Aemon. The following is dialogue-- how Aemon and Rodrik meet.

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Aemon Blackfyre: You're looking for me?


Rodrik and Barney stood up quickly and a man with unusually white-ish hair stood on a mount of rocks with four men in armor behind him. Two of them had bows drawn towards Rodrik and Barney while the other two had their swords drawn. They slowly raised their hands and Barney was sweating with a sorry look on his face.


Rodrik Royce: It's you? You're Aemon. L-Look I know how this looks but we aren't actually Sellswords or Freeriders. Just give me a minute to explain.


Aemon raised his eyebrows and signaled for the men with bows to back off.


Rodrik Royce: I don't really have a real reason but I've been looking for you. Is it true you are in the Golden Brotherhood? I've been looking for something like this.


Aemon Blackfyre: That was your first time killing someone wasn't it? You stopped to look at the body and your hands were shaking. So even if you were lying and you wanted to kill me you couldn't. 


Aemon chuckles and claps his hands and the men behind him look towards each other confused, lowering their weapons.


Aemon Blackfyre: What is your name?


Rodrik Royce: My name is Rodrik Royce, of House Royce. This is my... adviser Barney Rosevelt. I believe I we can be good friends.


Aemon Blackfyre: You're telling me you went all this way to be my friend? Hah! I like you. When we're done here, why don't you come with me? Join the Brotherhood.


Rodrik smiles and Barney looks towards him nervously.

 Rodrik spent nine months with the Brotherhood before deciding to return home. By then he was much, much better at fighting and had matured greatly. When Rodrik reached the gates of Runestone, he expected to be showered with questions but he was given the opposite; absolute silence and a few weird looks. He made his way to the center of the keep where his father usually sat on a poorly made cement throne chair but instead of Andrew Royce, he saw the man that was his father's adviser. Rodrik was very confused and asked why was a non-Royce sitting in his father's chair. He was given the sad news that his father was killed roughly a month ago on a hunting trip by an assassin and they had no one to take his place. When Rodrik asked about the killer, they told him that they kept him alive so they could question him. Furious about his father's death and about how they probably never even thought to look for him, Rodrik killed his father's adviser with one strike of his sword. Rodrik demanded to see the killer but he did not bring his sword with him.


The killer turned out to be a man named Lufius and Barney was expecting Rodrik to kill him on the spot but he released him from his shackles only after coming to an agreement with him an hour later; he would work for Rodrik in exchange for his life. To be completely honest, Rodrik wasn't that sad about losing his father... he was finally at peace.


Family:

• Meredith Royce - Mother (deceased)
  
• Andrew Royce (deceased)
  

Other: 

• Barney works as Rodrik's personal adviser and Lufius is the one who sheds the blood.
  
• He hates drinking as it reminds him of his father.
  
• He has named his sword Meredith.
  
• Stands at 6'1.
  

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Name
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Barney 
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Gender
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Male
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Year of Birth
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351 AC
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Age
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22 y/o
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Title(s)
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Adviser to Ser Rodrik Royce, Heir to Runestone (until/unless Rodrik has a child)
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Nickname(s)
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Rosey (only by Lufius)
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Marital Status
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Single
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Personality
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Barney may be one of the smartest minds in Vale and is known for being an honest and respectful fellow. He knows how to use a sword, but prefers to solve matters without bloodshed unlike Rodrik and Lufius. Barney likes to think of himself as the one who keeps everything in check. Seeing how Rodrik does not talk much, Barney does most of it for him mostly because he knows him the best and he also knows how to handle political matters better than Rodrik. Barney loves reading and learning new things, he kind of craves knowledge. Though sometimes he can talk much, his voice is always calm and collected. Barney will always be loyal to Rodrik but he absolutely hates Lufius and feels that the two are always competing for Rodrik's attention.
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Biography
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Barney grew up a comfortable life in the north of Gulltown and his parents worked in Runestone; his father a chef and his mother sang for Andrew Royce who never really appreciated her talent. He would visit his parents three times but would mostly spend his time in a small home with his aunt. Unlike most kids at his age, Barney preferred to stay inside rather than play around. He was known to be a very mature child, learning how to play several instruments by himself. His aunt only had to teach him how to read for a month before he could learn by himself. When Barney got turned 8, he began helping his aunt to cook and he actually enjoyed it.
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Ever since he turned 8, his father had encouraged him to learn how to pick up a weapon which Barney thought was weird because he was so young and even Rodrik Royce hadn't started learning how to use a sword yet... or so he heard. He figured his father was just embarrassed that he was such a bookworm so on his ninth name day he went to Runestone to speak to one of the fighting instructors. Barney was never into expensive things so all he asked for was a basket of muffins and no more pestering about learning how to use a sword. When he went into the room, he witnessed Rodrik Royce, the son of Ser Andrew Royce sparring with the instructor and to be completely honest he wasn't doing a good job. Barney shrugged, guessing that he would have to wait. He pulled out book that he always brought around with him and began drawing a picture of Runestone. While lost in his imagination, he almost didn't notice Rodrik talking to him. Barney smiled and introduced himself and they hit it off.
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When Rodrik became lord of the house, they no longer worked in Runestone and instead now live in a large house in the south of Gulltown which was a present from Rodrik.
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Family
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Janice - Mom
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Joseph  - Father
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Lola  - Aunt
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Other
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Barney has a fear of dragons
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Name
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Lufius (no last name)
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Gender
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Male
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Year of Birth:
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353 AC
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Age
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20 y/o
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Title(s)
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N/A
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Nickname(s)
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Rodrik's Dog, Laughing Lufius
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Marital Status
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Single
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Personality
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Lufius has a few loose screws, but that's what Rodrik loves most about him. Growing up on the streets then later on as an assassin, he does not know much about loyalty or relationships. Even though he works for Rodrik and over the years found it satisfying he still feels no connection towards Rodrik or Barney. Sometimes he still wonders why he hasn't run off by now. Lufius loves fighting, I should say killing which is why he spends most of his time in the nearby woods hunting, skins them and gives them to the chefs. Rodrik forbids him to spar with anyone because of his lack of restraint. Unlike Barney, Lufius thinks that Aemon along with the rest of the Brotherhood are overrated. Lufius loves to laugh and drink.
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Biography
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Lufius grew up on the streets of Lys as an orphan. When he was six years old, both of his parents left in the middle of the night and never looked back. At first, he started blaming himself but his self esteem couldn't stay down so he cursed them everyday until he left Lys. He had to steal for clothing and food and he easily got the hang of it. On the streets, Lufius somehow forgot his name but it didn't matter anyways because he spent all of his time by himself. By the time he was 12, everyone on the streets named him Lufius foor a reason to this day, he still doesn't know why. Even the local store owners were aware of him and had several posters around the city titled 'WARNING: If seen, return him to city guard alive' but they could never catch him.
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One day a booth was missing a store owner that was selling fresh fruits. Lufius found it suspicious but he couldn't miss the opportunity so he pulled out a worn leather bag and began dumping apples into it. When he was nearly done the owner of the booth appeared from behind him with two guards behind him. He pointed at Lufius and the guards chased after him as Lufius dropped the bag and ran for his life. He was much smaller than them so it was easier to move through the crowds but that ended when he turned left into an alleyway that led to a dead end. Lufius was scared and tried to run out where he entered but it was too late. The guards found him and apparently didn't care about bringing him alive. Right when the first guard drew his sword, the one behind him collapsed. A man with a black bow and leather armor stood behind him. When the first guard turned, Lufius picked up a rock and leaped onto the guards back, then smashing his head open with the rock. When he looked up, the man with the bow was gone. Lufius looked down at the two dead bodies and laughed for no reason. He sighed, looting them of their gold and took one of their daggers and left the alleyway. On the way out, the man with the bow grabbed him.
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He turned out to be an assassin who heard of Lufius on the streets. He trained him until he could fight for himself. When Lufius got stronger than him, he slit his throat and made his own path as an assassin. 
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He killed Andrew Royce as a job
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Name: Viserys Blackfyre
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Gender: Male
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Year of Birth: 338
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Age: 34
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Title(s): Triarch of Volantis, Master of the Black Dragon Sell Sails
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Moniker(s): The Black Dragon, The Bull Elephant, Dragon Lord
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Viserys can be aptly described as a mummer at his core, able to change faces and roles seemlessly depending on the person who he's talking to. Honor is a frivolous idea that he has little actual use for, other than pandering to the crowd and exclaiming how justifiable he is in each action he takes. Viserys knows precisely what he wants in life, namely glory upon his name and the highest honors available, while also making a dynastic system in the Free City of Volantis. The ambition of the man is not untempered, The Black Dragon understands his position perfectly, he does what he can to make the best of it, while also constantly seeking higher levels of respect from his peers. Viserys is often described as having a cold anger, and that may be partially true, but if you press him enough, he'll relentlessly spew fire, true to his Targaryen heritage. The man displays a love of loyalty and servitude to those underneath them, and pays them the same respect. Many things can be said about this mummer, but a disloyal man, is not one of them. If a man does right by him or puts his life on peril for Viserys' cause, only reluctantly will he betray their best interests. Blackfyre believes firmly that there is no point in making enemies of useful idiots and allies, and has attempted to gain the favor of most elites and prominent merchants in Volantis, one way or another. 
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As confident as Viserys is, the man isn't without his long list of flaws. Presumptive, speculative, perhaps too invasive, Viserys doesn't shy away from invading the personal space of others. Likewise, the Bull Elephant has an awful taste for vengeance, while not everyone has wronged him, and not everyone who has wronged him must pay; his enemies receive little to no mercy. While it has reared its head up once or twice, a hidden madness, not as severe as any Targaryen's, is present in Viserys. Fanned on by the political climate of Volantis and natural paranoia taking hold, Viserys will occasionally talk to Tolos, his dragon, as if he were his actual son. A most disturbing display for anyone to see. Last and certainly not least, while not as egregious as others, Viserys has a clear idea about Valyrian Superiority, any one of substantial blood from the Old Freehold is inherently better, as the Lord of Light intended. He'll act in different ways, considering who he's dealing with, but chances are he'll act as if a man twice his age but of Pentoshi descendant were a child, lacking the mental power to understand the world as the Valyrian Descendant does. 
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Now known as the Bull Elephant of Volantis, Viserys once went under several other names and identities. The young Dragon and future king were many, as was custom for the Blackfyre's since they arrived in Volantis in 302 AC, after the War with Daenerys went array. Volantis found the system of slavery faltering, the battle with the Mother of Dragons arduous and yielding little results. When the armies of the Dragon Queen neared the First Daughter of Valyria, the city chose to abandon slavery as a term of negotiating with  Daenerys. With peace now returned, the army of slaves and sellswords, valiant defenders and conscripted men at the bottom of a burning sea, the people looked to the failing aristocracy as the problem. The high men of Valyria, safe behind the Black Walls of Volantis, were not immune from loss, but theirs was lesser than the common, now freeborn slaves of the city. An increased cry for more representation in every branch of government from the second and third estate threatened the dwindling Nobles of the city, they needed some answer to the crisis that didn't involve shoveling in former and bitter slaves en mass. That's when Daeron Blackfyre, descendant of Daemon the First on the female side, arrived. He was a well known bastard of the old Dragon Lords in Westeros, at least to those who cared for keeping such knowledge secure - the Volantis Nobles obsessed over their purity, the records they had confirmed his parentage and ancestry. He, along with a wife from Myr, came with little gold and almost no trade, but a mean reputation. They were survivors of the Golden Company's invasion of Westeros, Daeron a fierce warrior who took over two hundred survivors from the jaws of death, and managed to sail from Ship Breaker Bay to Braavos, fending off storm after storm. It became a story of survival in what was commonly seen as a brutal and merciless conflict, of the brave and wise Daeron choosing the life of his family over the ambitions of his distant kin, Aegon (((Targaryen))). 
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Daeron and his companions crossed the Free Cities for those two long years, taking small jobs to keep the gold flowing, eventually arriving in Volantis when the threat of civil war and strife in the city, between the classes, seemed inevitable. Daeron was a hard man of the earth and clay, he knew not the luxuries of the palaces or private villas the Volantis Nobles rested in. A look at his face and one would see years of weathering and constant struggle, his story of survival famous with the common people already, it became a common sense move to accept Daeron in as a guard captain in the city and later noble. The move was purely political, Daeron appeased some of the masses with his nobility but commonly natures, and the Valyrian Purists couldn't completely complain on Daeron being a "mortal" or "common" man in blood. Daeron, over the next fifteen years, would go on to command the newly reformed Tiger Cloaks and bring a new level of obedience to the law to the citizens of Volantis. While a symbolic victory for the common people and freed slaves, Daeron's blood was much bluer than expected, naturally falling into a crony role for the Volanti nobles. His son, however, was harder to tame. Rhaegar Blackfyre, born in 305 AC, grew up in the city, under tutors with fellow noble children, and also with the wealthier common folk. It was a fuller understanding of both worlds that allowed Rhaegar Blackfyre to succeed where his father failed - being a politician in a city writhe with political opportunity for their family. Rhaegar, on his eighteen name day, went on about the need to make safe several trade routes and demanded that the traders and merchants be supplied ample protection, coming from the coin of the entire city. Though, the poor couldn't pay it, and the rich had no desire too. The merchant class found the weight of the added tax, but enjoyed a fair enough deal as regular patrols along the Rhoynar returned, the sea was likewise made safer. Land routes were harder to get a grasp on, and Rhaegar, despite his best efforts, was unable to secure the Demon Road. 
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Rhaegar's crowning achievement would be marrying upwards into the Volanti Nobility, however. Valaena Oros, whose family had been in the city since it was but a military outpost in the expanding Freehold, had taken Rhaegar's favor and agreed to marry him. Valaena was not the most attractive woman, considered to be stocky in places one should never be, with a pension for flatulence, causing a myriad of wicked nicknames. The family was old and respected, powerful and wealthy even without the use of slavery, and Rhaegar was eyeing that wealth. The two wed in the sight of the Lord of Light, their union producing a sole heir, Viserys Blackfyre. Rhaegar would go on to show the boy the proper ways of acting in court and how to interact and sympathize with the woes of the merchant class. Other lessons like these were impressed upon young Viserys, molding him into a superior politician and player than even his father. 
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Viserys was tutored privately and publicly by some of the smartest men in Volantis, offering up conflicting perspectives on the woes of the city and the way to fix them. Some offered a more economic proposal, demanding that the city make use of the lands around it and begin to sell surplus crops to the Three Sisters. Others, like Rhaegar Blackfyre, suggested that using the military might to subjugate and conquer nearby regions was the true answer. Viserys was a blend of both ideas. They weren't mutually exclusive, to economically prosper, one needed a strong military and lands to either produce or heavily tax traders. Without the taxation and exports, a city could hardly employ a strong military. They balanced each other out, and that is what Viserys sought when he eventually would take public offices in the city - blending the two. Much like Rhaegar, although only more fluid at it, Viserys was able to negotiate deals between guilds and tradesmen, silks, glass, pottery, it all became more available to the large list of patrons under Viserys. His supporters loved him dearly, the added influx of customers made the slashed prices worth it when neighboring merchants found it hard to compete. It was a sign from an early age that The Black Dragon was going to make a name for himself. Viserys, when becoming the Captain of the Guards for the city, undertook a private class on swordsmanship, hardly remaining much of a secret at all. He had skill already with a blade, able to fight in some bastardized Southern Westerosi style, with more experience water dancing than actually fighting as a knight. That had changed on his twentieth name day, when his father presented Viserys an unexpected gift, a relic thought to be lost in Westeros. Blackfyre. The blade of the king of the Iron Throne. 
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Blackfyre was given to Viserys, a sign of trust and respect from the aging Rhaegar who now sought retirement, rather than running for more offices. He was a man of fifty five years, rich beyond what he grew up with, and content to help his child out whenever he could. The Valyrian Steel blade granted the Blackfyre Family unprecedented prestige, Valyrian steel of this quality and with such a rich history rarely existed in the world anymore. The Black Dragon made no shortage of showing off his skills, albeit middling in the style of a knight, became all the more impressive with the dark blade of his. The fortune of the Black Dragon would not end there, only a year later would he marry Aelinor Maereys, a noble from a similar standing family. Their alliance was one that gave Viserys a pathway to the highest office in Volantis; the Triarchy. 
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Aelinor's father, Valarr Maereys, was an Elephant, running for his third term and running it dangerously close of losing to a more popular candidate with the populous. In a gambit to reclaim the love and adoration of his supporters, he saw the up and coming Viserys of the popular Blackfyre family as the perfect ally to combat this uproar populist. The marriage sealed an alliance between them, and Viserys threw his full weight behind Valarr. The two managed to edge out a close victory still over their opponent, but Valarr won and was forever indebted to his newly acquired son in law. It was agreed that when Viserys reached a proper age, he would run for the Triarchy himself, replacing Valarr, as to continue their agenda and not become competitors. In the personal front, Viserys had issues fathering a child with Aelinor, unsure if it was his own fault or hers. They tried off and on for three years, before finally conceiving a child when Viserys was but twenty four. A year later, in 364, the couple had their first child. Daemon Blackfyre was a sickly thing, looking half dead upon exiting the womb, and never quite gaining life in him. The celebration for Daemon was magnificent, however, showering the babe in enough life to fill a mausoleum. Gifts from rivals and allies flooded the city, none more precious than the white egg gifted from Valarr Maereys. Viserys' father in law refused to name who he bought it from, some say it was an old Targaryen egg that never hatched, or even a recent one. Others assumed it was from the Shadow Lands. Viserys accepted the gift gleefully, nonetheless. The egg was worth a fortune, an army of sellswords would fight a damning war for what it was worth. Tradition told Viserys to leave the egg with his child, Daemon, and so he did. For an entire year, the newly born child and the egg were nigh inseparable. In that year, there was no evidence of the egg stirring, not until one day Aelinor approached the babe in his cradle, to find the white lizard in there with a lifeless Daemon. She accused the beast of sucking the life out of their child and tried to kill it. Viserys only barely restrained her, a flurry of emotions at the developments, but the rational side of him screamed that the dragon hatchling was not to be harmed. 
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The action resulted in Aelinor and Viserys divorcing one another, and several months later Aelinor passed away due to natural causes. The woman was not unhealthy enough to die at the tender, young age, and many blamed Viserys for her demise. Among them, was the Triarch Valarr, who used all his political clout to crush the son-in-law that betrayed his trust. The feud between the two elephants resulted in a blood clash, the Tiger Cloaks that Daeron reformed sided with Valarr, whereas Viserys used the existing army Volantis boasted to battle Valarr at every corner. It would be this way until 366, when Valarr's turn was at a limit and Viserys ran to oppose him. The two elephants brought a vicious campaign against one another, where the true mettle of both politicians was tested. Valarr painted Viserys as a cruel bastard with a pension for deceit and trickery, whereas Viserys criticized harshly Valarr for being too much of a tiger. In the end, Viserys fearmongering of the Triarchy holding two Tigers once again broke, while Valarr accused the noble and loved Viserys of the harshed of crimes. Viserys won the election in 366, and hasn't lost an election yet, winning the election 372 in a resulting landslide. In his first term of office, Viserys was quick to dismantle his old friend and ally, Valarr. The man was accused of abusing his powers and bribery to sway the election results, execution and his lands being seized were the only acceptable options. Unable to claim the man's vast wealth - as he would have, if Aelinor had lived and remained loyal - Viserys had it donated to the city poor. 
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The Maereys family wasn't the first to be purged, other rich and notable families, usually Tigers, found themselves executed during Viserys first three terms in office, their wealth going to improving the cities foundation and lively hood of those in it. It made him insanely popular, and when the time came for Viserys to unsheath darker ambitions, he went unopposed. Several minor wars against neighboring nobles in the other Free Cities, claiming their estates closest to the borders to Volantis, were underwent. Piracy was legalized to the Volantis Navy, given any ship stopped didn't relinquish a specialized coin noting Viserys' personal approval, and the Demon Road was made safer, an accomplishment his father sought after endlessly. The wealth and power of Volantis was at an all time high since the War against the Mother of Dragons, and it was all thanks to Viserys, who now was acquiring the term "Bull Elephant", for his standoffish and brutal tactics to employ economic sovereignty over his neighbors. In his personal life, Viserys worked closely with the dragon whelp - Tolos - which developed a strong bond with Viserys, treating him as a father. The loss of his son and heir was. .Damning to Viserys, it swung him into a deep grief, but the blessing of a dragon couldn't be ignored either. Viserys read what tomes he could and refreshed himself on the history of Daenerys Stormborn, while also looking over to the current House Targaryen, studying how they trained their dragon whelps. With a rudementry understanding, Viserys kept Tolos secured in privacy until he became of a certain size and tamed to a satisfying degree. The world's reaction to the Blackfyre Triarch holding a dragon was as any man would expect. Gifts. Thieves. Liars. Murderers. They all closely associated themselves with Viserys, after his dragon and its life. Constant and loyal guards kept the animal safe, however, until this very day. 
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Viserys ultimate ambition is seeing a grander Volanti Empire spanning Western Essos, encompassing the entire Rhoynar and demolishing the city of Braavos. This would take years of harsh and brutal fighting, buying off every sellsword and expecting them to cheat you after getting the gold, and endless sieges across the Western Essosi world. Beyond this, the threat of Westeros looms like a dark shadow, the super power being the greatest threat to the ambitions of the Bull Elephant and his peers. With a fully grown dragon, seven kingdoms, and a history of meddling in the affairs of the Free Cities, Viserys is reluctant to make any move on this Empire of his until Westeros is sufficiently busy or distracted. Though, with his own youth fading, the man will develop any seeds of rebellion, any successor's crisis, or plague, if he must. 
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Family:
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         Daeron Blackfyre (286 - 335) [D]
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Elisa of Myr (290 - 320) [D]
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               Rhaegar Blackfyre (305-361) [D]
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           Valaena Oros (320 - Present) 
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                               Viserys Blackfyre (338 - Present)
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                              Aelinor Maereys (342 - 365) [D]
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                                       Daemon Blackfyre (364 - 365) [D]
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Tolos
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(Scaled down to the size of a hound)
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[Hypnos]

Approved!

 

[TheFordee20]

 - W I P - 
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NAME
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Klara Dalt
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GENDER
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Female
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AGE
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16
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TITLE(S)
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(NONE)
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STATUS
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Single
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PERSONALITY
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Wise, for her age. Klara Dalt always has a smile on her face, and when she doesn't- it is usually because said face is buried in a dusty ol' tome. She is very clever. People would even say she is too clever. Klara has been hailed as a child prodigy by those around her. Which, in turn, has led to her thinking quite highly of herself in most regards. So, she may be a little bit smug at times. But, she is young and mostly carefree, so people will often forgive her of acting in a slightly immature manner.
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BIOGRAPHY
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Klara has always lived a very average life. She grew up in Lemonwood, with many a sister and brother to keep her company. She always thought she was a bit invisible when it came to her family, however. Her parents were far from the greatest of parents in all of Westeros, and they showed severe favoritism towards everyone... but Klara, it seemed.
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Klara considers her uncle, Gereld Uller, a more fatherly figure than her actual father. Gereld was a maester of The Citadel who would always bring her books when he came visiting. In-fact, it was her uncle who made Klara into the bookworm she considers herself as today. She would read these books and not forget a single detail. And then she wouldn't stop asking Uncle Gereld questions about said books. He filled her noggin' with knowledge. And she was very thankful for it. Unfortunately, he passed away when she was 12.
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She mourned.
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And to make matters even worse, she was shipped off to the nearby city of Sunspear where she'd become handmaiden for Princess Nymeria Martell. Klara HATED Nymeria at first. But, as they spent time together- Klara learned to love her mistress. And, Sunspear had a massive array of books in its libraries. Which made Klara's stay a luxurious one.
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So luxurious that she doesn't miss Lemonwood, nor her family. And wouldn't mind never seeing them ever again.
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FAMILY
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OTHER
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- Upon arrival at Sunspear, Klara confided in its Maester. They struck up a friendship, most likely due to Klara still being in a state of grief for her late uncle. 
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- Klara has near but mastered the art of alchemy. When she came to Sunspear, its Maester thought her many a thing about mixing and making different liquids and poultices. Klara could be considered a "Maester" in her own right, although she does not have a heavy chain to fashion her neck like they do.
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- Klara is also adept in the arts of poison. Although she does rarely use such skill.
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- Klara is not on good terms with any of her family members. And she is strangely thankful of it. She sees House Martell, and the people of Sunspear as her family.
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- Klara is proclaimed as being a very beautiful young woman. However, all of her siblings are even more beautiful than she is. So she is overlooked when it does come to the attractiveness of House Dalt.
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NAME
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Laurel Estermont - Hightower
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GENDER
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Female
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AGE
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24
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TITLE(S)
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Lady Of House Estermont
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Lady Of Greenstone
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STATUS
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Married
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( Anthor Hightower )
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PERSONALITY
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Laurel Estermont, is, a lady in every sense. She exhumes goodness. Laurel is always willing to do what she thinks is 'right', even if it happens to go against her current political agenda. She is a strong woman, with a soft heart. She isn't always such an angelic creature, however. She has her moods where she becomes very impatient, and she tops off her lack of patience with a lot of snark. She has a large sense of humour, and she loves it when she makes people laugh. Even if those people happened to be her enemies.
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Laurel loves her family, and her smallfolk on Greenstone. She would do anything to appease them. But, she does know when to draw some sort of line. Just because she is kind, doesn't mean she is weak. Never forget that. 
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BIOGRAPHY
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The eldest of three daughters, Laurel Estermont has always been surrounded by her family. Her father was a joyous, loving man and her mother was so-and-so the same. Her sisters were always giddy. And the people of Greenstone were always happy and healthy. Her life growing up was very peaceful. Her father and many a friend and Laurel would oft travel across The Seven Kingdoms with him to see those friends.
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Her father, Keven, was particularly close with Gerold Of Hightower. They were inseparable, and that meant their children were as well. Laurel viewed Anthor Hightower as the elder brother that she never had. He would always make her laugh with his sarcastic wit. They became so close that Laurel and her sister, Lela, would quarrel. Only because Lela was massively in-love with the man. Laurel always assured her sister, however.
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"If you love him so much, you can have him- sister."
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Laurel had no intent on marrying the man she called a 'brother'. It was such a surprise when her father grew ill and told her of his last wishes. He wanted his house to join with House Hightower. And in such, Anthor and Laurel would marry.
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Her father soon passed away, but not before he saw his oldest daughter wed to his friend's oldest son. A year and a little bit has passed since then, and Laurel's world has been changed. She is married to the heir of a major house, and she herself has become the lady of the island her father once ruled over. And, on top of all that, she has yet to give birth to a child that was expected a year ago.
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Laurel is under pressure.
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But, she will try her best to work her way through it. Like always.
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FAMILY
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OTHER
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- Laurel has never like the sea, even if she has spent most of her life on an island. In-fact, Laurel can't even swim. She has always been a bit hydrophobic.
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- Laurel gets along with her family, swimmingly. Although her relationship with her younger sister, Lela, has diminished itself in the last few years. Especially after Laurel was wedded.
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- Laurel adores politics, and has loved her time as lady of Greenstone- even if it has put added stress on her.
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- Laurel's council on Greenstone is mostly still made up of the figures her father appointed, as she trusts each and every one of 'em.
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- Laurel is not adept in any sort of combat, whatsoever. She couldn't even shield herself from a bee's sting.
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NAME
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Murrough Greyjoy
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GENDER
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Male
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AGE
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48
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TITLE(S)
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'The Wise Kraken'
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STATUS
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Widowed
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PERSONALITY
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Strong, and stern. 'The Wise Kraken' is just that. A cleverly cautious, but fearsome man. He is greatly respected amongst The Ironborn, mostly due to his military prowess in battle and his accomplishments in getting things done as soon as humanly possible- and without question. He is fiercely loyal to his people, and to his family. He would fall on his sword if need be for 'em.
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His exterior may seem hard, like stone. But Murrough has a golden heart within him. He is always there to lend a hand to those in need. And he loves his sons, even if they sometimes don't love him back. 
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He is very studious and likes to analyze things and think carefully before committing an action. When he does reach some plan of action, however, he gets it done swiftly and surely. 
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He will do anything and everything to protect The Iron Islands.
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BIOGRAPHY
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Murrough grew up, overshadowed by his elder brother- Vickon. However, Murrough never minded. His brother was to be lord of The Iron Islands, so he was always supposed to be of more an importance.
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Murrough, like all Ironborn, was drawn to the ocean at a very early age. He captained his first ship, "The Wavebreaker" when he was just shy of a man. It soon became common knowledge that Murrough Greyjoy was one of the greatest captains that The Iron Islands had seen. He just knew the sea, and he knew how to traverse it safely and quickly.
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By the time he was 22, Murrough had traveled all across The Known World. From The Wall, to Summer Isles. From The Sunset Sea to The Jade Sea. He was a master of the blue depths. However, one night as he was just leaving Lordsport, a storm hit "The Wavebreaker" and killed many a men aboard. The ship crashed against an island and he was greatly injured. He lost the use of his right foot completely due to nerve damage. He was founded by a young girl, daughter of House Stonetree.
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She dragged him from the sea and brought him to her father, who informed Murrough's father of what had happened. For a day or so, Murrough slept painfully with the halls of House Stonetree. And he became quite smitten with the young lady who had saved him. Her name was Ena. And he would soon ask for her hand in marriage.
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Their marriage was one of love, which was kind of uncommon amongst The Ironborn.
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Their love lasted for 11 years before Ena died in childbirth whilst birthing their second son, Oran. Ena's passing took a great toll on Murrough. He would never admit it aloud, but he cried himself to sleep for days on end.
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He didn't even want to see his newborn son. He just shut himself in and stayed there. It wasn't until he heard the crying of his baby boy that he decided he had to be strong like always and man-up.
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Years on, Murrough is almost back to his normal self. He has an array of new ships he captains. His son, Ruarc, is almost a man grown. And his son, Oran, is a bouncing little boy who is filled with adventure.
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Life, as of now, is good for Murrough. Although, he would never admit such a thing. Not ever.
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FAMILY
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OTHER
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- Murrough uses a pointed crutch to help him get around from place to place. Some may see it as a weakness, but Murrough does not. In-fact, he has even used the stick as a weapon in some cases. It can poke anyone's eye right out.
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- Murrough gets along greatly with his youngest son, Oran. However, his relationship with Ruarc has been slightly strained ever since the death of Ena. Ruarc will often try and pick a fight with his father. Murrough usually puts Ruarc's outbursts down to him becoming a man, however.
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- Murrough's current favourite ship is "The Stone Woman", named after his love.
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NAME
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Thane Massey
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GENDER
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Male
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AGE
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41
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TITLE(S)
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Lord Of House Massey
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Lord Of Stonedance
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STATUS
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Married
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( Genna Plumm )
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PERSONALITY
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There is only one word that can almost perfectly describe Lord Thane Massey. C*nt. The man is infamous across The Crownlands for being just that. When he found his eldest daughter in bed with a travelling bard, he had the minstrel player locked up, alone, and starved- and he had his daughter locked up as well, only she shared her prison cell with many a criminal and raper.
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When his youngest son refused to go to his sword practice lessons, Thane had his head guard cut off the finger of his son's childhood friend as a warning.
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Yes,
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Thane Massey is a villainous man. With villainous appetites. He sees his actions as perfectly justified, however. And if you questioned him on it, he would give you some spiel on how he is doing it for the good of his family, and the good of his family name. Thane hates being perceived as weak, and that really is all you are perceived as when you run a minor house in The Crownlands. He has somewhat of an inferiority complex and will run a mile to prove himself, no matter what.
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Just because he is antagonistic however, doesn't mean that he is reckless. In-fact, Lord Thane is very sly about the way he does these things. He is a game player and is very invested in The Game Of Thrones. He has much confidence in himself when it comes to his status in the great game. And he truly believes that, with an iron fist, he can raise himself and his house up and become truly... great.
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BIOGRAPHY
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The only child of Koffren Massey and Arala Blount, Thane Massey has always been important. At least, he likes to think so. His childhood was near perfection. He excelled at his lessons. He was kind, and courteous. He even convinced his father to step down from his position as lordling when he was growing a little frail.
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Thane became Lord Thane when he was only 21 years of age. His parents were, and are, both still alive. But he proved himself so much that they both gave Stonedance to him. He soon married his childhood sweetheart, Lenor Lychester. She bore him a son. The son bore, happened to be a corpse- and not a son. The stillborn was so disfigured that it ripped open Lenor as it left her.
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Causing, too, her death.
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Many a man will remark that it was this event that began the change in Thane, both as a person and as a ruler. Instead of mourning, he just got... angry. Very angry. He found himself in a very darkened place. On the verge of murdering himself. However, he was helped and healed by a Septa from King's Landing who had very strict views on the world.
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She thought him that he should use his anger and his hatred as a way to spread the word of The Seven. And he did as such. Thane thought he was cured. That he was finally happy again. But, he wasn't.
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He remarried and his new wife brought four children into the world for him. And still Thane is in that place he was in before. That dark place. Only now, it isn't just a place. It is a part of him.
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And it may never go away.
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Now, he sits on his seat in Stonedance and rules his smallfolk with a thumb pressed against 'em. He is just entering his 40s, and he hopes to spend the rest of his years establishing his house as a house to be utterly feared.
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FAMILY
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OTHER
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- Thane is well known around the court at The Red Keep. Diplomatically, he has a very good relationship with every major lordling across The Seven Kingdoms. He has managed to put himself in a very good position and is even considered a friend of The King, and his elderly wife.
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- Although he was very good at his lessons as a child, Thane has since lost his skill at swordplay. If he picked up a sword nowadays he wouldn't really know what to do with it.
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- Thane views himself as a brilliant father. His children never speak back, only out of fear. He will boast about his children whence speaking with another little lordling. But, is parenting skills are very, very, very poor.
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NAME
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Falon Of Norvos
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GENDER
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Female
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AGE
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44
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TITLE(S)
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'The Foreigner'
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STATUS
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Single
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PERSONALITY
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A strong woman, through an' through. Falon is a warrior woman, who's skill is almost unmatched by the people of Dorne. A complement to her strength is her silence. She embodies the type of person who is both strong, and silent. She will not usually speak a word around those she only considers acquaintances, unless she is asked to bring information from one party to another, or unless she is giving an order to one of her guards.
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Falon, on top of all of that, is a no-nonsense kind of woman as well. She doesn't take shit. And isn't fond of any political games, or flowery noble language. If she is given a job, she will do it. There will be no backstabbing and betrayal involved, whatsoever.
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Falon, being foreign, isn't very accustomed to Westerosi life. Even if she has been living there for many a year now. She doesn't even like Westeros that much, if she was to be honest.
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She thinks the country is made up of dimwits, with silver tongues.
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The only silver tongue Falon would put her trust in, would be that of a silver sword.
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BIOGRAPHY
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Falon was born to a Norvoshi kitchen scullion. Her mother was a frail and limp woman who could barely look after herself, let alone her daughter. Falon was a bit of a troublemaker as a child. She joined many a gang of street urchins that would rob those from wealthy backgrounds. Falon was always very large for her age, and would often get mistook as a grown woman even if she was five years shy of womanhood. This led to her getting in very serious trouble with the law, as they would view her as nothing less than an adult.
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She was in, and out, of prison many a time. It became such a hassle that her mother soon had enough. Falon's mother packed up and moved city, leaving Falon all alone in a jail cell.
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To rot.
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Falon escaped, however, and proved herself as much more than a common gutter thief. She trained to be a city guard for Norvos, and she excelled at being one. She was made an honorary member of the city guard when she was only 16 years young. She killed her first human being a month later. It damaged her very much at first. But, she learned to suppress those feelings and just continue to... kill.
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At 20, she was put in service of a nobleman's bodyguard. This is where she grew to hate the politics of the nobles. This hatred led to her irrationally hating every single thing about Norvos.
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So, she left.
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She traveled to Lys, where her mother had fled to. The woman she found was but a fraction of what her mother was, and that was really something. From there, Falon bought passage to The Seven Kingdoms.
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She arrived in Planky Town, where she met Cayden Martell. He was a nobleman, yes. But Falon thought of him as a different kind of nobleman. She saw something in him that was lacking in the lordlings of her home city.
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Falon pledged herself and her sword to Prince Cayden. And he, in turn, gave her a place in his hall. Falon proved herself quickly to him that she was a valuable asset when she stopped an attempt on his life by an angry bastard of a lesser Dornish house.
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Years later,
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Falon is the captain of Cayden's household guard. And she has a permanent place by his side, and on his council.
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However, she has now grown to hate Westeros. Which has begged the question whether she will stay by her prince, or flee once more? 
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FAMILY
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NONE KNOWN
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OTHER
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- Falon is one of the finest warriors in all of Dorne, and could only be beaten by a select few. Lewyn Martell being one of those 'few'.
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- She specializes in the dual-wielding of axes and daggers. However, she is just as good at using other weapons. Falon herself will admit that she is utterly shit at using a bow and arrow.
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- She isn't just a mindless killing machine. Falon is smart. She is of sound strategic mind. However, her strategic plans usually involve doing things as quickly as possible. 
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- She is very anti-religion. 
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NAME
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Garth Redwyne
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GENDER
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Male
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AGE
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26
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TITLE(S)
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Ser
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Knight Of The Kingsguard
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'Garth Greenbeard'
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STATUS
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Single / Abstained
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PERSONALITY
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Garth is a very friendly and jovial man. He takes his vows as a Kingsguard less seriously than his 'brothers', but he is loyal all the same. He has a very lax attitude when it comes to living life. Garth would much prefer to sit on his backside, drink, and laugh all day- as opposed to being a bodyguard for The Royal Family. But, he was born with a great talent and he had to put that talent to use, somehow. Garth is also quite the romantic. He has vowed to never consummate with a woman, yes, but he doesn't really pay attention to that vow. He spends most of his free time in pleasure houses and taverns. Having a good time.
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When duty calls, though. He'll be right there. He just might need to finish his ale first. 
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BIOGRAPHY
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Garth had a very easy life. He never really had any responsibility. His father wasn't heir to House Redwyne, which meant he wouldn't be heir to House Redwyne either. So, he never was thrust into any sort of position of power.
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From an early age, however, he knew he was destined for something big when he and his family realized how great he was at swordplay. He was phenomenal. A child prodigy when it came to the wave, and swing of a sword.
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He was knighted at the early age of 17, for his good deeds done across the realm and his magnificent prowess in several tourneys. When he was 22, he was inducted into The Kingsguard. And he has called The White Sword Tower his home ever since.
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Living in King's Landing hardened him a good bit, but he has still remained mostly the same. A carefree man who is fiercely fun, and fiercely loyal.  
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FAMILY 
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SEE House Redwyne 
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OTHER
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- He really doesn't get along with his cousins, Austen AND Ave. He finds them to be very full of themselves. Garth loves himself, yes. But he doesn't love himself as much as his cousins do.
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- Along with being great at swordplay, Garth has a very strong fist and is more than competent when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. 
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- Garth, mostly, gets along with each and every one of his 'brothers'- Ser Addison, Albert, and Alliser especially!
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- The name, "Garth Greenbeard", mostly comes from him not being able to grow a beard for the longest of time. In-fact, it wasn't until a few years ago that his face was as smooth as a baby's bottom. 
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- Being related to The Targaryens through his great-aunt, Garth has always seen the dragon lords as more of a family then a bunch of people he is sworn to protect and serve. 
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NAME
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Aerea Targaryen
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GENDER
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Female
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AGE
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17
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TITLE(S)
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'The Red-Headed Dragon'
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STATUS
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Married
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( ___ )
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PERSONALITY
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Aerea Targaryen gets what she wants to get. It's just who she is. She is important. She always has been important. Since she was a lil' girl, she was spoiled by her father and mother both. She was truly treated like a princess. And this treatment has left her mental state very unhinged. She is egocentric. Very, very egocentric. She cares about herself, and herself only. 
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If she perceives you as better than her, then she will do everything in her power to diminish you and anyone who would come to your defense. In Aerea's world, it is only about her. 
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Now, saying all this. You would think that Aerea would be her own person, without a care in her self-centered world. But you would be wrong. Aerea actually craves approval and attention from those around her. So even if she is an egotistical bitch, she will never act that way in-front of anyone intentionally- as it would put a stop to the approval she receives.
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On top of all this, she is very dramatic and irrational at times. Her spoiled childhood has made her react in great manner to even the most trivial of things. Even if it was something as simple as breaking a nail...
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BIOGRAPHY
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Aerea is the youngest daughter of King Maegor II. Thus, she was always seen as they 'wee babe'. When she was born, the people across The Seven Kingdoms rejoiced and sang songs. 
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She grew up with a literal silver spoon in her mouth. This led to her being slightly despised by some of her siblings. Only slightly, of course. There isn't much else to it, really. Her life has been a carefree one. So carefree that she has to make mountains out of molehills when it comes to the smallest of problems she may encounter in her lavishly lived life.
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When she aged 16, she was married off to a merchant lord off in Essos. She complained, A LOT. And since then, her life has been quite different. She really doesn't like the man she has taken as her husband, but she does see the advantage in having him as her husband in the first place.
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There is one thing Aerea wants to achieve as she enters adulthood. Only one. She wants to gain power. And in gain power, I mean, become queen. Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms.
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Of course, there are many of her dotting Targaryen siblings that come before her in the line of succession. But she could care less about them. Why should any of them be ruler of Westeros when The Iron Throne was made... for her...
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FAMILY
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SEE House Targaryen
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OTHER
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- Aerea is not skilled in any sort of combat, whatsoever.
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- Despite her parents adoring Aerea, she doesn't really reciprocate their adoration at all.
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- Although, personality wise, Aerea may seem to be a Targaryen through and through. Her heredity is a little bit murky. However, this is unknown amongst almost everyone in The Seven Kingdoms. Including her 'father'.
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[WanderingJester]

Name: Gerold Hightower


Title (If any): Lord of the Hightower, Lord of the Port, Voice of Oldtown, Defender of the Citadel, Beacon of the South


Alias: The Cheerful Steward, the Old Tower.


Gender: Male


Age: 51


Martial Status: Married to Loria Hightower nee Florent


House: House Hightower


Personality:


A highly sociable and cheerful man, Lord Gerold Hightower is generally liked by his subjects.  Never one to think too lowly of the fellowship of his fellow man, the Lord of Hightower could be seen conversing with the traders and fishermen at the fish market in the morning, overseeing arrival of nobles by noon, inspecting the Hightower forces then taking tea with his grand daughters, having a feast that night, and do some studies before bed.  A highly energetic and healthy man for his age, the Father have blessed him with the virility of his forefathers, siring many sons after him.  A beloved Lord, his weakness in seeing the good in people is often tempered by his wife's skepticism and his eldest son's observation skills.  However, when his philanthropy doesn't get in the way of his business, Lord Hightower is extremely proficient in maintaining and growing his family's enterprise, as seen in the relatively powerful position House Hightower currently finds itself, despite its bothersome past during Queen Daenerys I Targaryen's rise to power.


Bio:


Lord Gerold Hightower is, by most's experience, a jolly old man.  A capable ruler, though by no means the most brilliant or ambitious of his house's history.  Somehow, the man has lived to his ripe old age while maintaining what some would call a certain naivety about the world.  He understood that there are bad people in the world, to be sure, and he's personally dealt with the sentencing of criminals and such.  Yet, Gerold Hightower believes that the world's people are generally good, and more than once (though not to his knowledge) his wife and his heir had to deal with the consequences themselves.  While this annoyed his heir somewhat, contributing to his wealth of sarcastic comments, Lord Hightower seemed to be convinced that things usually work themselves out in the end.  Still his good will nature has done several things that grow close nature with the other houses of the Reach.  When he married Loria, Hightower requested for House Florent to regain their seat in Brightwater Keep, vouching for them himself.  This allowed the eventual reinstatement of the castle's original owners.


Out of the many friends over the years, an unlikely friendship developed between the Lord of the Hightower and the Late Lord of Greenstone, Kevan Estermont.  The young man had came to Oldtown, and specifically the Citadel, in order to pursue a role within the Order of the Maesters.  However, he quickly found out that the life of a Maester was not for him, and so resigned from his studies, but remained in the city he so enjoyed.  During his long stay, the young noble from Greenstone cultivated a friendship with the new Lord of the Hightower, and this resulted in closer relations with the two houses.  Along the way, their children met, and befriended one another, and both became near uncles to the other's children.  Unfortunately, Lord Kevan's life was cut short during an illness, and his wish for unification between his house and his good friend's houses.  This resulted in the marriage of Anthor and Laurel soon being married, and, while they care for one another somewhat, was still more of a marriage of duty.


His often walks around Oldtown both annoyed his own concerned security while earning him the love of the lowborns under him.  Gerold is intimately familiar with the oldest city in Westeros.  In fact, some people greet the Lord of the Hightower in a manner that other nobles would find offense to, but the familiarity seemed friendly to Gerold.  He has recently cultivated good trade relations with House Lannister, as well as other trade cities around Westeros, and wishes to expand upon existing trade routes.  He is ignorant of the storm that is coming.


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Name: Anthor Hightower


Title (If any): Heir of the Hightower


Alias: The Biting Tower, the Bright Mind


Gender: Male


Age: 35


Martial Status: Married to Laurel Hightower nee Estermont


House: House Hightower


Personality:


A combination of genius and a sarcastic a-hole, the Heir of Hightower has a mind that could be counted amongst the brightest in even the Maesters, though he is obviously not one of them.  As the future Lord of Oldtown and one of the largest patrons of the order of the Maesters, Anthor could be seen not only studying often in the Citadel, but actually improving on various texts in the massive libraries there.  If not at a table full of books, the heir could be found either isolated from the world in his workshop, where he allows very few selected individuals into, or around Oldtown, improving various things in a matter than could be compared with closest to condescending.  While irritating, this has made the city one of, if not the, leading edge in technological advances.  From naval navigation to siege weaponry, Anthor's alteration have improved them in measures unseen elsewhere on the continent.  He has a love of women, alcohol, and quiet time to do his thing in his workshop.


While Anthor has a weird physical similarity to the Starks of the North, his personality is thoroughly Southern.


Bio:


Anthor, unlike his father, have a very realistic, and some would say cynical, view of the world.  A natural born genius, the heir, while average in the typical fighting skills, is more interested in concocting his own inventions and alcohol, with the occasional woman or two thrown in.  Interestingly enough, this view of the world actually makes him somewhat more capable of a ruler than his father, in certain aspects of course.  Overall though, Anthor would be more than happy just being left alone in his workshop for the rest of his days, coming out occasionally to go to the nearest brothel to relax a bit and to test his experiments.  Still, as the eldest son of House Hightower, he understood the need to be capable in handing the House when his father passes, and so have had both theoretical knowledge and a bit of hands on experience as well.  Having been needed to clean up a few messes together with his mother left behind by his father, Anthor's no stranger to the responsibilities that awaits him.  Knowing that a storm was coming as well, the man does his best to brace the oldest city in Westeros for what was to come.


Having grown up with Laurel and the other Estermont children, Anthor was not unfamiliar with his soon to be wife after receiving news of Uncle Kevan Estermont on his deathbed.  While he wouldn't admit it himself, he does have a soft spot for Laurel, though he also thought she had a thing for Alix for the longest time.  Anthor would only lightly tease her, while he verbally lacerated everyone else in the family and vicinity usually.  Pretty indifferent to the whole thing when it came time (or so he seemed), Anthor quickly agreed to marry the woman so long as everyone left him alone as soon as possible so he could go back to his workshop.  An agreement was reached, and in exchange for the hand of the future Lord of the Hightower, House Estermont would be brought into the fold of Hightower and established within its forces.  However, much reluctance had been seen by House Estermont and it remained to be seen whether this transition would be smooth or not.  So long as there was plenty of alcohol and quiet moments for Anthor to work with, he didn't mind it the least bit.


There's a running joke about how Anthor might actually be a Stark, given his physical features.  However, if Lady Hightower had relations with a Stark, she's both fervently denied it and the lack of any proof that she had been around a Stark when Anthor was conceived made the possibility nigh null.


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Name: Humfrey Hightower


Title (If any): Ser


Alias: The High Handed, Sword of Hightower.


Gender: Male


Age: 32


Martial Status: Married to (will be determined)


House: House Hightower


Personality:


A down to earth knight, Humfrey enjoys sparring with his youngest brother, Bennar.  Humfrey has the mind of a military man, more so than any other member of the family.  Straightforward, with enough cunning to be a threatening commander, he was, for a while, the best knight out of Oldtown.  That was, until their youngest brother picked up a sword.  Though he wouldn't admit it, Humfrey finds the quick progression and the leveling of his skills with Bennar to be somewhat threatening.


Bio:


Unlike many other sons, Humfrey pretty much groomed himself from a young age to head the Hightower military.  Bugging his older brother to lend him the military books before he was old enough to properly train in the yard, Humfrey eventually took a certain pleasure in practicing the martial arts.  His views changed quite a bit after his first tour in the Stepstones, after which he saw war as a necessary evil, unlike his youngest brother.  A practical man, he does his best to smooth things out when his elder brother pisses people off (especially the soldiers) though he is a fervent supporter of Anthor, whatever his faults.  Growing up with the Estermonts Humfrey often made himself the protector of the group.  Whatever fight his older brother's comment started, he would finish.  As such he was the other older brother the younger ones looked up to, though somehow Anthor got most of the attention though.  With the exception of Bennar, Humfrey went unnoticed by family and friends until after his knighting.


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Name: Alix Hightower


Title (If any): None


Alias: Windrider, Tower's Eyes


Gender: Male


Age: 27


Martial Status: Single


House: House Hightower


Personality:


Probably the only one to inherit the charm and friendliness of their father out of all of the brothers.  This is a weird contrast between Alix's actual profession.  Discovering by accident that he was quite well with a bow, the new head of intelligence and ranger corp of House Hightower have had to do more unseemly things in order to protect their own interest, sometimes with his own hands.  Still, there's a weird ability for Alix to compartmentalize those times away from his family life, and is often seen as the most patient and self controlled member of the household, with a bit of both from each parent.  Uninterested in being tied down with a wife, his excuse that his profession would not allow him to faithfully fulfill his duties as a husband anyways have placated their parents into letting him in his own ways for now.  However, Alix secretly fears commitment, at least in regards to holy matrimony.


Bio:


Alix had ran with the unfavorable crowds of thieves, robbers, killers and hustlers in his youth.  Often the one to sneak out to party with the lowborns, he would only remind for his archery and combat lessons, and only the practical ones at that (he enjoyed employing less than honorable tactics to frustrate his trainers).  He didn't even wandered with the Estermont children when he was younger, though that changed later in his life.  So, it was with a great but pleasant surprise when Alix seemed to have an overnight conversion in his character, announcing to his father a desire to create a "ranger's corp" for Oldtown, to act as the eyes and ears of House Hightower.  Since then, he's done an admirable job getting intelligence for House Hightower, and cultivating a network within the walls of Oldtown over the course of his life.


One of the finest shots with range weapons in general in Westeros, though Alix prefers the longbow over all the others.


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Name:  Bennar Hightower


Title (If any): Ser


Alias: The Young Tower, the Poniard of Hightower.


Gender: Male


Age: 25


Martial Status: Single


House: House Hightower


Personality:


A shy and quiet young man with a natural talents for fighting.  While he's no Mountain Lion of Lannister, or even the Lord Commander Lannister, Bennar is considered a local hero of sorts in the Reach.  He looks up to his brother, Humpfry, quite a bit, and also greatly admire Lord Commander Albert Lannister, whom he meant once and made a great impression on the young warrior.


Bio:


Bennar grew up a shy boy, and while he wasn't crippled with anxiety around other people, he does come off as quiet but polite.  He actually reminded many of the old Garlan Tyrell in skill of arms.  Bennar trained often with his second eldest brother, and was often the verbal punching bag of his eldest brother.  Still, Bennar would always stared at the ground, not fighting back against his older siblings.  While both his father and mother have made great strides to marry him with a wife, his shy demeanor failed to make a large impression on any potential lady in waiting.  It didn't help that Bennar seemed almost unwilling to court ladies, though he does enjoy the company of females quite a bit.  Out of all of his brothers, he is the only one to remain a virgin to this day, due to his shyness.  He's been flirted to a bit with the Estermont sisters, but always retreated, red faced and such.

 

[Hypnos]

Approved!

 

[Hypnos]

Name: Luthor Tarly


Gender: Male


Year of Birth: 316 AC


Age: 56


Title(s): Lord of Horn Hill and Marshall of the Southmarch.


Marital Status: Widower of Leona Tarly nee Lohar.


Personality: Dour and cynical, Luthor Tarly has been called a menagerie of different things since he was first born into the realm, very few of which reflect anything positive, regarding either his actions, or the man behind them. A simple man, with a loose code of honour and the sort of low cunning that can be expected from a man of his station, Luthor thrives off of the reputation that has been cultivated by his family for countless generations, serving, in his own mind at least, as a reminder as to why the Tarlys chose their word “First in battle.” More a general than a lord, more a knight than a general, and more a soldier than a knight, like his ancestors before him, Luthor takes pride in his martial prowess, and his ability to bestow that prowess onto his children in order to build a dynasty of soldiers that has lasted, and will continue to last for hundreds of years. Though outwardly he presents an image of peace and cooperation, in truth the Lord of Horn Hill despises almost all of those that he is forced to work with, and much prefers the company of a few selected individuals than the buffoons that think to call themselves his equals. He is not well liked, and very hard to work with, though he has been described as strong and ruthlessly efficient, a necessary evil.


Biography: Born from the union of a war time hero, Ser Thaddeus Tarly, and one of the most active philanthropists this side of the Narrow Sea, Janna Florent, people expected a great deal from Ser Luthor, he was young, handsome and in contention for the position of finest swordsman in the entire Reach a position envied by many. It was not however until he approached manhood, during the earlier portion of the reign of King Rhaegar I, that people started seeing his true colours as rude, obnoxious, and a great struggle to be around. During his youth, his father had served as Hand to Queen Danaerys Targaryen, and then to her son King Rhaegar, this meant that he spent the majority of his time in King's Landing and was raised for the most part by servants and nannies, never given so much as a second look from his father with the exception of their well scheduled lessons in which Lord Tarly would instill both a great knowledge of military strategy and a certain level of contempt between father and son.


When conflict finally struck Westeros during the 'War of Two Daughters" Luthor was sent off by his father to the front line. Whilst Prince Baelon and his Iron Born allies gallivanted around the sea with the aid of a hundred foot long lizard that could breathe death from the skies, Luthor Tarly was forced to fight in close combat where no dragon was there to help him. This merely served to increase the gap between him and his father, 'The Armchair General.' Luthor would return from war unscathed, yet disillusioned with his father, even going so far as to go against his orders and support the King during the campaign of expansion that his father had campaigned so hard against.


In later year, Lord Luthor would look back with shame upon his younger self, now old and portly enough to see the benefits of leading the troops from the comforts of a chair and a warm fire.


Family:

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  Dickon Tarly [D]
  
• 
  Eleanor Tarly nee Mooton [D]
  
  
  
  
  Thaddeus Tarly [D]
  
• 
  Janna Tarly nee Florent [D}
  
  
  
  
  Luthor Tarly
  
• 
  Leona Tarly nee Lohar [D]
  
  
  
  
  Theodore Tarly
  
• 
  Eleanor Tarly nee Tully
  
  
  
  
  Lyonel Tarly
  
• 
  Selyse Tarly
  
• 
  Thaddeus Tarly

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

I approve of the number of Marvel actors this contains.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Bio's not done yet, boss, and Other has some stuff left for me to fill. But here's Daeron, more or less. Probably really bad 'n shit, but whatever.

With silver hair and purple eyes like an anime protagonist, obviously


Name


Daeron Targaryen


Sex


Plenty. Oh, uh, Male.


Year of Birth


318 AC


Age


55


Titles


Prince of Dragonstone: He's the Prince of Dragonstone. Duh.


The Withdrawn Dragon: Daeron is a private, secluded man, who doesn't particularly enjoy the company of people that aren't in his close circle of friends. It shows. If it were up to him, he'd rather be back at Dragonstone, rather than being Master of Laws in King's Landing.


Daeron the Cruel: Daeron has a bad reputation with those who don't know him too well. His ruling style back on Dragonstone tends to get mistaken for his true temperament; he rules tightly and strictly, with no shying from hard decisions. Many of his smallfolk grumble of his strictness and his harsh ways, but they tend to come out in a better way out the other end, and he does things for their own good, although often because a happy smallfolk are less rebellious and more productive, than out of some populist, egalitarian views. Hey, dude's got common sense.


Marital Status


Married to Daenerys Targaryen


Personality


Daeron is loyal to his family, first and foremost. The Seven Kingdoms comes second, as far as he's concerned. He simply will not turn his back on his family, no matter how distant he tends to be from them, and how little he actually shows it. He's rather private with all of his emotions and opinions, and is surprisingly introverted. He has a face built for taking money from people while gambling and, in his younger days, taking their women from them, too. Those days are gone, now, to some extent, though he looks younger than he is. In any case, Daeron's quiet, unambitious, and unassuming demeanour hides a keen intellect and the talent for lying and detecting lies that only a veteran gambler could approach. He's not always the cleverest man in the room, but he usually has the most common sense.


Talking to people outside his small circle of friends is rather draining for Daeron, and he often needs time to rest after lengthy periods of social interaction and managing the courtly intrigue so inherent to Kings Landing. It doesn't look like he's rested that much, recently, which is something he has a habit of doing. Getting too drawn into his current task and simply forgetting to sleep. It's often said of Daeron that he could've been much greater than he was, if only he was more ambitious. He scoffs at those people, and replaces ambition with quiet diligence. In fact, he thinks he'd hate being any higher-ranked than he currently is. Too much required social interaction, for one.


Among his social circle, however, he loosens up. He's actually rather mischievous and has a habit of playing harmless jokes on his friends, and then getting away with it because of his reputation as a no-nonsense tyrant among others, and because of his misdirection skills. Nothing's more fun, to him, than convincing two of his close friends that the other was the one who set up those buckets of water on the door. In this way, he actually comes off as rather childish. He often is, but just hides it behind his serious, stern courtly demeanour. No matter how much he wants to rig the Master of Ships' chair to collapse as soon as Vickon sits on it, during Small Council meetings. Which he has done, before. This childish nature and Daeron's introvertedness may seem to run counter, but they don't. He just lets out the child in him more often around his close circle, and hides it less.


Biography


From the very beginning, Daeron was raised to play second-fiddle to Maegor and, to a lesser extent, Aerion. Unlike most to be raised like this, he enjoyed his role, and was always supportive of Maegor during childhood. He never really did much for himself, although he could certainly be independent. Just independently working for Maegor's interests. This largely continued well into adulthood, defying the expectations of those who thought Daeron's early 'sucking up' was just getting close and trusted for the 'inevitable' betrayal. Nothing happened. Nothing continued happening. Daeron just enjoyed not being the head, and he liked Maegor. Aerion, too, but by then the man had become a Maester.


Growing up, he'd been taught the importance of family, which is a lesson he has absorbed very strongly. He also learned the ways of court and intrigue, but mostly from his brother. Officially, he was getting taught the ways of military leadership and swordsmanship. Daeron, ever the quick study, swiftly learned to excel in both areas. It was speculated that he'd be another of the 'great' warriors or military leaders of the generation, but it was not to be. He simply didn't have the raw talent and potential to be considered one of the greats. Highly skilled, yes, but not overly exceptional. In the area of intrigue, however, this wasn't as true. If nothing else, Daeron as a young child was positively devious, and even from a young age he ran verbal circles around his peers. He once, as a child, pickpocketed the Golden Dragons from Daenerys' purse, gave them to Aerion in an incredibly unlikely fashion to make it unbelievable, and then planted evidence for Daenerys to suspect that Aerion took the coins. To this day, Daenerys doesn't know what happened.


On the topic of Daenerys and Daeron, they had been one of those rare couples that actually loved each other before the marriage. They started with just a sibling-y relationship but that gradually went either uphill or downhill, depending on your views. Let's just say, they'd lain together before they were married.


Family


I think you know.


Other


5'11" and 150 lbs.

 

[TheAncientCelt]

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