@librarywent sent : “ drop. your. sword. ” Rickon at Arhen ? / whoopsies i lost the prompt.
“ DO NOT TELL ME WHAT to do, boy. ” his voice was uncharacteristically sharp and rough, like a piece of shattered glass. it was no longer lively, but instead vicious. any fondness he held for rickon was abandoned. it was almost as though it never even existed with how cruel his voice was. though he wanted to soften his voice, he dared not. iren was the gentler force in the boy’s life and much to his dismay, arhen supposed he had to be the rougher one, at least sometimes.
“ ya yelled at the lady iren, ” he barked, gesturing with his blade as he spoke. he did not think he would truly use it against rickon. it was more so a tool for intimidation. he was a hulking knight, a naturally fearsome man, though his words were often to kind for that. the sword had to pick up some slack. “ she’s up there cryin’ with that damn dog of hers. ”
perhaps she would be the closest thing to a daughter for him. he had once considered himself a companion of her father, but gods that man was a terrible father. delmor paid so little attention to the girl, arhen sometimes wondered if he even knew he had a third child. but of course delmor knew. all he ever did was complain about how she was not a burly boy like her brothers, all the man whined about was how she was not like her brothers in anyway. after seeing the monster the eldest grew into, arhen could hardly see the problem in that. she was one of the sweetest ladies in the kingdom and he vowed he would treat her with respect.
“ she would want me to let ya in, pretend nothin’ happened earlier, ” he continued, “ but this is my seat. yer behavior earlier ain’t acceptable. ” once again he pointed at the boy with his sword, as if to emphasize his point. “ so what yer gonna do is clean yerself up. i can smell ya from over here --- yer like flea bottom --- and go apologize. truly apologize. ” the sword was lowered again. “ if ya can’t do that, then yer sleeping out here in the mud. yer not getting back in until ya apologize to her. ”
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 ―― repost, don’t reblog
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――
FULL NAME. iren clegane
NICKNAMES. none
ALIAS(ES). sela hill ( verse five only )
GENDER. cis woman
HEIGHT. 5′5″ ( 165 cm )
AGE. 25 in 300 A.C.
ZODIAC. capricorn
SPOKEN LANGUAGES. westerosi ( english ) and common tongue
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――
HAIR COLOUR. light brown
FACIAL HAIR. none
EYE COLOUR. dark brown
SKIN TONE. medium pale
BODY TYPE. inverted triangle ( she has broad shoulders, but smaller hips )
VOICE. on the cusp of being considered high-pitched. when she is upset or raises her voice, it becomes higher.
DOMINANT HAND. right
POSTURE. it can be pretty bad sometimes, especially when she is standing idle. she will lean on her cane a lot to keep her weight off her right leg so prevent a pain flair up, but how her spine gets crooked while she stands like this often gives her occasional back pain. the pain she gets in her back is more tolerable than the chronic pain she gets in her leg, so she think it is a fair trade off.
SCARS. she has a few on her right knee and right ankle from where gregor snapped her leg and the bone poked through in some places ( keep in mind she was a little kid and he was a hulking strong adult ).
TATTOOS. none
PIERCINGS. ears
BIRTHMARKS. a splotchy one on the back of her neck ( she lowkey does not even know about it because she can’t see back there and her hair often hides it from others )
MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURES. people notice her limp and cane before anything. though she is bowlegged as a result of her bones not being set correctly after they were broke, she often wears long dresses that hide it so it is not as noticeable as a cane or limp.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ――
PLACE OF BIRTH. the clegane keep
HOMETOWN. the keep / lannisport ( since it is nearby )
SIBLINGS. gregor and sandor clegane
PARENTS. delmor clegane and unnamed mother ( i’ll eventually name her lol )
A𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ――
OCCUPATION. none ( works in a dog shelter in modern verse )
CURRENT RESIDENCE(S). nomadic ( dependent in modern verse )
CLOSE FRIENDS. arhen stonearm ( @stcnearmed )
FINANCIAL STATUS. upper-lower class
DRIVER’S LICENSE. no
CRIMINAL RECORD. none
VICES. none
𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ――
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. ( closeted, especially in main verses ) bisexual
PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. switch
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. switch
LIBIDO. low
TURN-OFFS. violence, degradation, and cheating
LOVE LANGUAGE. quality time
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. iren is very tense and uncomfortable with the ideas of relationship, which makes her a very hard nut to crack. she is very closed off. she is also uncomfortable with touch and affection, especially public acts of it ( more so with men than women ). however, if her partner still stays around and proves to her over time that they genuinely care for her, she will open up. iren is a very loyal partner and secretly very clingy, though not in a toxic way.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ――
CHARACTER’S THEME SONGS. the family jewels -- marina & back to the old house -- the smiths
HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. archery, horseback riding, dog training, and reading
MENTAL ILLNESSES. panic disorder
LEFT OR RIGHT-BRAINED. left-brained
SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. low-medium -- she is very confident in certain aspects, like her skills with riding and archery, but thinks she has little worth and is ugly. this is mostly because of westeros’ view of women, especially disabled ones.
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@librarywent sent : you could have at least pulled that punch, man. idk if you have your mumu going but rickon to arhen? lmao / PROMPTS.
“ SHIT, ” HE SAID, A WAVE of guilt washing over him as a frown crept onto his face beneath a scruffy, graying beard. arhen did not know his own strength even after so many years. “ you okay, kid ?? nothin’ broken ?? ”
the two had been sparring and the knight thought he had pulled the punch enough. he knew rickon would not be able to handle his true hits, the ones he threw in a real fight. those were strong enough to shatter stone walls --- at least that was what people said. he never decided to test it as arhen enjoyed his fingers not being broken and useless.
“ i thought i pulled it enough, ” he admitted after a few moments, feeling awkward. “ ‘m not used to sparring. ” he was used to fighting for his life, used to trying to kill people. praticing was foreign to him now.
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