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he recalls the day half of his family made way to king’s landing. it was a day that would tip their fates in the opposite direction and robb did not know it at the time but it would be the last day he saw any of them before the war of the five kings took it’s toll and thus his life. from the moment he arrived in woodshore, he spent hours awake wondering if he would see them again as he was promised; what he could possibly say to any of them.

whatever he was expecting, it was nothing compared to the moment he heard his name called out by a familiar voice. it takes him a moment to match it to the memories that resided within his mind, head abruptly turning towards the direction of the sound. “ arya, “ he breathes out, disheartened by the fact that her name was not one that had fell from his lips in a long time.

she sounded older, more matured; just as she looked. he cannot help the smile, or the quiver of his lip as he takes a few steps in her direction. it was not lost on him that the sister he was stood before was not the same one who left winterfell. he surmised not a single stark would be as he remembered them. 

he is nodding his head, a quiet yes following shortly after. one hand rests on her shoulder as he examines her up close. “ you’ve grown. “ the moment is bittersweet, that much he cannot deny. there was too much he missed and he did not have to question her to realize that. “ i should have been there to see you grow. “ just as his eyes begin to fill with tears, he pulls her into a tight hug. “ i’m sorry i wasn’t. “

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arya stark promised herself she would not cry.

she thought it might be possible, in this world, to see the family she had lost. after all, what wasn’t possible? how many had she seen that were meant to be dead? but she hadn’t dared let herself feel hope. no –– any hope arya felt she’d left behind in king’s landing, bloodied and hurting. hope was a trap.

hope was a trap that she always fell into, and she always would. the minute she’d forsaken the chance at being no one and proclaimed herself arya stark of winterfell, she’d opened herself up to every opportunity of pain and longing. sometimes she wondered if it would’ve been easier to stay there –– but she thought of the look of her sister’s smile, the familiar warmth of jon snow’s embrace, and there was never an alternative. she would never not be a stark.

seeing robb was like seeing a ghost. she’d gotten close to him so many years ago –– so close she could almost imagine his arms lifting her off the ground and spinning her the way jon and father had. so close that she dared to smile at the sound of celebration. so close that she didn’t even realize how wrong everything was until it was too late. so close that she could see them marching him around the square, grey wind’s head sewn onto his body. she never even got to see his face.

his name escaped arya’s lips in a hoarse whimper –– “robb?”  her chest tightened and for a moment she felt like she couldn’t breathe. it was like even speaking his name –– which she dared not do after what she’d seen at the red wedding –– was enough to make her weak. if fear cut deeper than swords, was love more dangerous still?

“are you really robb?”

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( a crown of chestnut curls, heavy furs on heavier shoulders, a wolf howling in the night ) –– && it looks like robb stark has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from game of thrones ). although known as a KING IN THE NORTH back home, here they are a twenty-six year old veterinarian, known to be VALIANT, but UNINHIBITED. they were coaxed here with the promise of HIS FAMILY AND DIREWOLF. they remember BITS AND PIECES OF THEIR OLD LIFE. --- richard madden.

hello it is me again. i am out of control. but i listened to a house stark theme on youtube and i couldn’t not take up robb. also, i am not changing my url for now but that may change in the future. i’m indecisive. 

just want to start this off with saying that i will be mostly following the show for robb’s characterization, however as i read more about him in the books, i may add/adjust for his background. 

from what point in your characters canon are they taken from?

this may end up a little complicated but robb only remembers bits and pieces of his life. as he is now, not having yet seen his family, all he knows is that he was killed. he knows that walder frey killed him but the details of the red wedding are lost on him so until he sees and talks to certain people, he will not realize there were more people that died because of his betrayal to frey. he does not remember this betrayal, either. that means he would not remember he had a wife, though he does recall there being someone that he cared deeply for. just because i hate myself i’m gonna say he doesn’t remember his father’s death. cue my angst and sadness to the family member who has to let him know. as a basic rule of thumb, he remembers everything from when his dad left with the king to be the hand and before that. 

what are the basics of their ‘new lives’?

his new life was spent as the only child of a couple who had been through a lot. his father was very focused on his job though he did not realize it at times but it caused him to be away for quite awhile. his mother dealt with a lot. they had troubles with having children and robb was the only one that they could have without any complications. this made her a bit distant throughout his childhood. so, a lot of the time he spent figuring out what he liked to do. he grew up a lover of animals and thus began his career as a vet. he always debated between being a dog trainer because of his experiences with dogs throughout his childhood or a vet, choosing the latter because he thought he could do more good that route.

what were they promised upon arrival in woodshore, and what was their reaction to receiving it?

they were promised their family and their direwolf. these are the two sacred memories he has of his old life. it was a part of him that was never taken away. family meant everything to him and his direwolf also became like family. although he was reunited with his wolf instantly (he spent a lot of time beside grey wind for the first few hours of his arrival), he has yet to see his family, though he is on a mission to find them immediately. 

when they arrived in woodshore and received what was taken of them, did they gain any memories of their past? if so, what memories do they have?

i accidentally answered this in the first question. i will update if i come across any specific things he doesn’t remember.

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if there was one thing that always fascinated rhaegar, it was marine life. he could spend an entire day studying the various fish and plants associated with each unique ecosystem. but for all he knew, the piece of information that is shared with him as he admires the koi pond from afar is definitely new. “ i can’t say i knew that, “ he murmurs with a small smile. “ they must be smart. they’ll never go hungry if they can eat anything we give them. “

Lilo was crouched by the koi pool in the aquarium, looking for Pudge 2.0, but it was difficult with all the fish fighting to get to the food first, like bunch of angry piranhas. When someone stood next to her, she couldn’t help but say: “Did you know that koi like a lot of the foods we like?” as she broke off some of the crust of the sandwich, throwing it into the pond of eager fish.

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mae summers.

mae looked at the man beside her forlornly. “that’s a sad way of looking at things. but you’re right about that. i know a thing or two about sacrifices…” the memory of mrs. martinez flashed before her mind, a sore reminder that although mae gave the woman what she wanted, she knew it was at a price of 40% probability of living. “but i think that depends on circumstances, you know?” she asked inquisitively just as the bartender came with her drink. her heart sank at the sight of it. ethan loved scotch neat. “do you think it’s fair we were brought here? i mean, i was promised i’d get my friends back and someone… someone special to me, but they haven’t shown up so far.”

despite the reality of her comment, he is unable to stop himself from smiling. “ you would not be the first to point that out about my way of thinking. “ a handful of those he considered friends would never fail to remind him. his interest is piqued by her admission. sacrifice. it was a concept he feared too many people were familiar with. rhaegar is brought out of his thoughts by her question, agreeing with a simple hum. he places his book on his lap and looks over at her, the chair turning slightly to face her with his movements. “ i’m sorry you have not been reunited with who you were promised to see. “ his apology is authentic. rhaegar has not seen a single familiar face, either. “ i knew nothing of my past life until recently. seeing the family that i knew would make me the happiest man in this world and i was promised i would. i think that is fair. but what if they never show up or they do not remember, as i once did not remember? that wouldn’t be quite fair. “ he pauses before continuing, “ but i still have hope. i have to, otherwise i might turn this entire place upside down to get what i came for. “

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“ melancholy can get even the best of us. i believe it to be good       to have a place where one can be in their thoughts if that is what they require. however, i’ve learned nothing cures a bout of sorrow as quickly as having someone to talk to can. “ rhaegar recalls memories from his past life, the one in which he would roam empty halls and be both comforted by where he was and saddened by it. there he would write and sing songs that could reduce him to tears, given the chance. a small smile spreads across his lips, touched by the compliment. he does not share his work as often as he used to though her words are appreciated. rhaegar remains in silence as she explains, light colored brows knitting together as his lips formed a frown. he sympathizes with her. she looks too young to be burdened by such things. “ a nightmare is only that, though, isn’t it? just a nightmare? “ his inquiry comes from a place of curiosity. he knew of people who had premonitions, rhaegar wondered if she did as well. “ what is your name? “

Jean’s smile grew slightly when he reconfirmed that he didn’t mind the company. However, the next sentence caused it to falter slightly. She had never been one unaccustomed to loneliness. Her powers often drove people away. Scared them. No one ever truly understood. That was something she had come to accept when she was only a child. “I come here a little more often than I’d like to admit.” She managed a light chuckle along with her words. “But I never complain about having company.” Without it, she would be left alone with her thoughts. That was never something she looked forward to during these times. “You’re good- talented.” She told him sincerely, returning his smile. In spite of her apparent shift in emotion, the fear still shone brightly in her eyes. The fear only grew as he asked his next question. She bit her lip, shivering, though not entirely from the cool air. Her eyes stared blankly until the ocean. “Death, destruction, screaming… entire cities burning to the ground.” Her lip quivered as she spoke, turning her head to face him again when she paused before clarifying. “Nightmares.”

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strikingly familiar features come into his view, prompting the silver haired targaryen to come to an immediate stop. though he knows the woman before him does not match a face he had ever known, he wonders if their similarities are a coincidence. “ finding people around here is proving to be a lot harder than i anticipated, “ rhaegar begins with a sense of hesitance. “ however, the only tall blonde i’ve seen around here so far is myself. “

“You wouldn’t believe how happy I am to be here. The only thing that would make this better is my sisters, have you happened to see them? They’re both tall, blonde…”

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“ i would never say no to company, “ he manages with a small smile, turning his attention to the girl with hair as red as fire. a more comforting thought comes to him at the memory of what a friend once said to him during his years: those with red hair were kissed by fire. it often made him wonder why his own family did not share that gene. “ being alone in this world is a terrible thing. although i feel as if i should be asking you if it is okay if i stay. i’m a stranger to this particular spot but you must know it well. “ when he catches her gaze within his own, he grins. “ i wouldn’t call myself an artist. i mostly just doodle whatever comes to me. “ rhaegar glances down at the shoreline and sunset he had sketched in pencil before closing the book entirely. “ is it okay if i ask why you’re out here as late as you are? “

Smiling softly at the attractive blond in front of her. His kind words were very welcomed as she was still on edge from her horrific nightmares. She knew his words were said jokingly, but she really didn’t feel like being alone. Using her powers discreetly, she levitated herself a few centimeters above the ground so that her bare feet wouldn’t be injured on the rocks. She allowed herself to drop softly on the sand next to him, sitting down gingerly. “So long as you don’t mind the company… I don’t really feel like being alone.” she mumbled quietly with a soft smile. The last part was added almost inaudibly as she pulled her knees up to her chest. Her eyes glanced over at the sketchbook on his knees before slowly moving to his face. “You’re an artist?”

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it was not unlike him to dwell in the company of silence. some may say it was what he did best. an untouched glass of bourbon sits adjacent to the book he decided would receive his attention this evening. how odd it must have been to see him reading, of all things, at a bar. it was not an unusual occurrence for him. background noise made it easy to focus. he blinks in surprise at the sound of a book slamming shut and out of instinct he is following suit by closing his quietly. “ they say that everything comes with a price, “ he offers, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “ no one could get the one thing they want in the world without sacrificing something in return, don’t you think? “

“scotch neat,” she told the bartender lazily. the man behind the counter nodded before mae turned her attention back to her medical book. it was the stupidest thing to do at a time like this–drink and study, that is–when she should be finding ways on getting back to boston. she hasn’t  gotten what she was promised so far, which was all the more devastating. but she’s already spent a day asking questions and being told the same answer over and over, later realizing there was little point to it. they were all trapped here. when her brain couldn’t absorb any more information, she groaned and shut the book with a loud smack, likely surprising the person sitting next to her on the bar. “i don’t believe this crap about being trapped here. someone must have found a damn way out.”

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an open sketch book is steadied on his knees, nimble fingers wrapped loosely around a pencil. he struggles to think of what he can put on the pages before him, lips pursed as his mind wanders to thoughts that do nothing to make a decision. it is his own fault he does not hear anyone approaching, and the soft sound of her voice startles him out of his reverie. he shakes his head, offering a polite smile. “ there is no need to apologize. “ a moment passes before he gestures to a spot next to him in the sand. “ you’re welcome to join me. we can sit together in silence. “ his words are posed in a playful manner, simple to take as a joke, though he would not mind the company. 

Two o’clock in the morning and still dark, the shore looked ominous as the waves crashed noisily against the sand. However, that didn’t stop Jean from making her across the rocky ground. Her nightmares had awoken her once again and she couldn’t bare to be indoors. She thought she was going to be alone with her thoughts when she noticed someone else among the sand. “Sorry- I didn’t think anyone else would be out here…”

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( softly whispered songs, bloodied roses, the clang of a sword ) –– && it looks like rhaegar targaryen has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from asoiaf/got ). although known as a PRINCE OF DRAGONSTONE back home, here they are a twenty-seven year old music composer, known to be GRACIOUS, but IMPETUOUS. they were coaxed here with the promise of BEING REUNITED WITH THEIR FAMILY. they remember A WAR HAMMER TO THE CHEST.  ---- orlando bloom.

hello friends, my name is taylor. i am always down for plotting, whether it is here or on discord so feel free to message me if you’re interested! 

TO START OFF WITH, i’m going to answer the basic questions so everyone has an idea of where i’m at. 

from what point in your characters canon are they taken from?

rhaegar targaryen is taken from the point of which he dies fighting in robert’s rebellion. everything that happened canonically in his life before then has occurred. 

what are the basics of their ‘new lives’?

in the new/fake life he lives, his childhood was quite lonely. similarly to the one he had in his past/real life. though in this one, he grew up an only child and always plagued with a feeling that he was missing something. his father was always away at work though his mother raised him with an irrefutable amount of kindness and generosity. it paid off in the son she raised. it was during this time that he focused on learning. he loved to read books, listen to music, write, and play instruments. his mother was very encouraging (when his father was around he would oppose). it was these interests that led him to the career of being a musical composer. he would write songs and compose pieces for every person in his life. when his mother died, he wrote an entire ballad. it was a comfortable but lonely life. so, when he was promised to be reunited with his family in woodshore, he did not waste a second in agreeing to go.

when they arrived in woodshore and received what was taken of them, did they gain any memories of their past? if so, what memories do they have?

although he did grow up knowing nothing of his past life, upon returning to woodshore, the memories came back in full force. he recalls his father being called the mad king, the people who waited anxiously for rhaegar to take his place on the throne. he remembers seeing his brother, viserys, a couple of times before his father hid him away out of paranoia; the loneliness of being unable to form a bond with the only sibling he thought he would ever have. he had heard news of his mother being with child though he passed before knowing if the baby and his mother had survived the sack of king’s landing. furthermore, he knows he married elia martell, and had two beautiful children with her: rhaenys and aegon. he annulled that marriage to wed lyanna stark, who he had one child with though he does not know who that child is as he was fighting in robert’s rebellion when she gave birth (and thus died before being able to meet the baby).

personality wise, i would describe him as a kind, warm person. he can be a little impulsive and extremely stubborn. you could say he has his head in the clouds quite a bit. whether it’s because he’s thinking up a new tune or pondering the past, present, and future, there is no denying he is a bit idealistic. 

there is a lot more i want to write about but i’m hoping to interact a little bit before putting more details. so this will be updated periodically!