#Dragon Prince RP

[aworldadrifft]

AN OC/CANON MULTIMUSE Loved by Moss|Follows from @stealerofheartsss Rules|Ask|Canon|OC

[madefate]

# 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍. 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞.

[lookingforroleplayers]

The Dragon Prince RP Masterlist!

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[dryadalismagicae]

Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones.

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[roleplayfinder]

Would anyone 21+ be interested in a crossover rp? I write kabukimono from Genshin Impact and would love to interact with Zubeia from the Dragon Prince. If anyone has a sideblog for her and would like to interact, that would be great! ^_^

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[shcndralar]

Baby, I'm coming home make the fire warm. Take me in your arms

Nothing to my name but my own flesh and bones, a suitcase full of stars.

Champion of Azeroth OC penned by Nia

featuring verses for resident evil, league of legends & more !!

Psd by : @1nterlunium

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[villains4hire]

//-sighs- Just when I think I'm done lol, good thing I headshotted a bunch of characters recently. But around now as I've been in and out today since my free time has been used up a lil as things pick back up. I've been wanting in the Dragon Prince fandom with a character for a year or so now I'd really like and the flexibility of this one is pretty good:

Kim'dael previously but I'm calling her Kimur'Dael (Kee-more'Dale) or Kimur or Kim.

She will primarily be a minion to royalty or other ppl interested and is a rather evil character that be in service to 'good characters'.

Concept more Below.

Firstly, renaming her slightly from Kim'dael to Kimur'Dael then Kim for short bc Kim'dael feels a little weird.

How she fights: (more detail later)

She's shown to use illusion, teleportation magic and the ability to go invisible at will. She's an assassin but more of a self-augmenting and uses supernatural reactions so she can at least react to speedster. Then has extendable, red glowing claws that can clash with molten swords etc and moves like an animal with elegance and grace, she's essentially a moon-elf vampire in some regards but more of a blood magic and moon magic user that became a pseudo-variant of one. As she lacks the supernatural blur speed and a few other abilities but uses magic to compensate. She's a lot more toned down and manageable but also unique compared to other characters. She certainly airs from realistic fantasy to marvel-esque kind of levels of a more fragile, but faster and utility-based wolverine. She rapidly regenerates from consuming blood and life energy and is capable of fighting squads of people to a small squadron of normal human soldiers all at once at probably 50 to 100 or so? Her whole thing isn't direct fighting but that's probably where she stands, as a duelist she could take on a lot of characters and be kept up with.

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My addition to her looks: She's covered in scars for her body while of a slender nature, is rather built and muscular and still rather 'thick'. Visually she does not change but it's more or less what's under the hood.

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Canon skills and abilities.

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Canon Magic Association. (This is to give some kind of idea of what she'll deal in for her other half of magic)

The Moon

'Moon magic draws on the spirit and energy of the Moon. The Moon is cyclical in its strength, relating directly to the lunar phases.[7] This source is at its strongest during a full moon, and its arcanum is understanding the true nature of the relationship between appearances and reality. Most people believe that reality in itself is the only truth and that appearances are deceiving. However, those who know the Moon arcanum are aware that you can only truly know the appearance itself, and that you can never touch the so-called reality that lies beyond the reach of your own perception.[2] Moon magic deals in creating illusions, concealment spells, and connections with spirits and the veil between life and death. The Moon is associated with illusion, manipulation, love, death, charm, reflection, privacy, appearances, depth, duality, and secrets.[8]

Some Moon mages are illusionists, using their powers to befuddle and confuse their enemies' senses. Simple illusion spells can fool the eyes and ears, but more powerful illusions can mimic even taste or touch. Moon mages can also conjure flickers of the past or put restless spirits to rest. Moon mages understand that all shadows are born of light, and to reach for light is to cast a shadow.[9]

Creatures connected to the Moon Primal, such as Moonshadow Elves and Moon Dragons, can be private and secretive, and are keenly aware of the power of appearances.[4] They also have an aptitude for stealth, trickery, and concealment.[8]'

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My addition to powers. (more detail later) Immortal Monster, she can be revived if killed by someone by sacrificing something to the collar she's bound to. Otherwise if ever freed, I simply have it to where she turns into a blood orb that's indestructible and bound in a curse. Those who attempt to undo it risk untold consequences. Then she can be revived if sacrificed a life to that's sentient. Then certainly could become bound again, though will be sent back to her master if bound to a certain location.

Bound to the Ruler, those who have her bound she cannot harm albeit can act against if she really wanted to. Granted, her goal is to earn freedom or some kind of purpose.

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Personality

Kim'dael is a person who seeks power, no matter the means, relishing in the knowledge that her magic is superior to her enemy's. She has no qualms about sacrificing a life and shows no compassion for her victims.[4] She also tends to underestimate her potential victims, which leads her into being outsmarted and tricked into servitude by Aditi.[1]

Although Kim'dael is willing to perform any task that can potentially guarantee her freedom from the royal family of Lux Aurea,[5] she knows when she must retreat from a fight that she cannot win.[6][7]

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Addition to personality: quiet, kind of a smart ass however if bantered with. Very no non-sense when with others. Blunt. Straight forward. Is a bit out of touch from being sealed for so long. Cocky. Reckless from thousands of years of immortality. Loyalty only to herself, earning it takes an equal and something she can respect. As she respects power and only that. Otherwise, she's loyal unto death as dying to her is pretty inconsequential and being as demented as she is? Those who earn her loyalty she's fine basically being a lapdog toward, as she's been passed around having died a few times over hundreds and hundreds of years before she's needed again. A semi-sympathetic character but awful person, as no one is really safe from her in terms of who she'd kill if needed or annoyed by, and yes, this includes children but she tends to not to go after unneeded targets unless just feeding or needing to simply kill them. She will just strike someone in the general vicinity however. Kimur'dael is a true self-made monster that has lost any semblance of decency but can be controlled or directed by the will of the one she's bound to. Intelligent, calculating and more to add later probably.

[ivycovehq]

( annie ) woah! was that RAYLA DRAGONGUARD walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from THE DRAGON PRINCE. they’re 19 and live in SHOREGRAZE RIDGE but watch out because they can be SNARKY + JUDGY but are actually CLEVER + COMPASSIONATE. despite them NOT HAVING memories, you’ll always think of TRAINED TO BE AN ASSASSIAN, MARKINGS UNDER HER EYES, WOULD RATHER LET HER HAND FALL OFF THEN KILL EZRIN when imagining them. / milly alcock, she/her

welcome to ivy cove, annie! we can't wait to meet rayla dragonguard. please make sure you read through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours

rei hino is also reserved for 24 hours

[findroleplay]

Hello! I'm 22 and would prefer of you're 18+ with that out of the way! I'm looking for a dragon prince rp.

Recently got into it after giving in to the recommendation and watching the show hehe.

I'd love to write as Rayla against a Callum but it would also be fun to do something with a Runaan or Ethari!

Even if you don't play either of these characters don't be afraid to reach out, I'm open to suggestions and would love to work something out with you!

If you're interested either reach out to me or like this post and I'll reach out to you so that we can plot and what not.

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[shuichiakainx]

🐉🔥🖤

[worthyheir]

"When the Prince of Dragonstone took his dragon back into the cold autumn sky, he did so with the knowledge that he had won three powerful lords and all their bannerman for his mother..."

"...Prince Jacaerys had proved himself a man, and a worthy heir to the Iron Throne."

Independent Jacaerys Velaryon from Fire & Blood, book and headcanon based with slight show influences. Written by Nadia.

Promo Credit: CaliRPH

[themotherofblood]

My dear author, I know your requests are closed, but I couldn't miss the opportunity so I'm going to try my luck… If you can make an exception, I can get an inspired imagine/oneshot Daemon x Dornish reader in "tabaah ho gaye" by Shreya Ghoshal, with a lot of anguish (breaks my heart) but with a happy ending, please? (feel free to ignore and if you can't accept it I completely understand)

yes!! i’m loving all the bollywood inspired chapters. I was hoping I could use this as a part of the dragon and the dancer since y/n is a dancer and she could be ripping a solo in the mirrored palace like madhuri. Also just for the sake of the story we are gonna pretend that these girls magically know the same choreo as Y/N because we are doing things old school bollywood

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Part 2 of The Dragon and The Dancer

Daemon Targaryen x Martell! Reader

There was much bustling around the Old Palace in the past fortnight, Qoren’s nameday was upon Dorne and the celebrations as usual were to be magnificent, the Mirrored Palace was brighter yet again, every candle burning anew as sweet jasmine filled the palace; coating its walls in the sweet aroma of the flowers. It had been ten years since this palace was used, there was no joy in using it other than when you spent your nights there.

Another reason to rejoice was thrust into your hands by the gods and you simply didn’t want to linger in the misery of your loss, you provided the Sand sisters with keys; under guise that they would be performing for Qoren, along with your younger cousins of nines and tens. You step daughter Rhaena amongst the little girls, you had gotten her ghungroos of her own, made of blue cloth and light gold bells of her ankles to adjust to. She had been running a muck in her chambers, the little bells jangling as she tested her newest trinket.

You had already been dressed for hours, dressing your little cousins as they could barely standstill for more than a few moments, Rhaena’s curls were put in a puff over her head with a stringlet of dahlias, in a beautiful gold ensemble that matched yours, Baela had gone out with her father to mingle with guests arriving from all over Westeros and Essos.

You had led her out, hand in hand as her eyes wandered over to the sea of guests, many ladies approached you; to greet the newly minted wife of the rogue dragon. Many wondered what you had that they didn’t, many frowned at your colour; scoffing at your exoticness. Your husband was rather easier to spot, his striking silver hair inviting you over from a crowded room of people. You shuffled your way to him, offering more polite greeting to whomever spoke to you.

Daemon had been scowling at an envoy, sent to sway your father about the fighting in Stepstones and side with Craghas Drahar; your father had another reason to remain neutral, he wouldn’t harm your husband’s prospects for your sake but refused to side with them for old time nemesis sake. You reached near him as you followed his path of vision to lay upon a much familiar man, a man you wished you would never see again when you left his court at six and ten.

“You are going to make my men and I very happy.” His grimy fingers held your cheeks as he presented you with your own ghungroos.

You immediately intertwined your hands with Daemon’s, almost slotting yourself behind him as the old master recognized your face and gave your a filthy once over before approaching you. Daemon hadn’t quite realized what the man was looking at until the old master stopped to greet them.

“Ah, sweet Y/N. Look at how you have grown,” He gestured at your body as you partially hid behind Daemon. Given where the man had come from, it didn’t take long until Daemon out the pieces together.

“Prince Daemon!,” The old man sneered “Are you here to entertain us with your dragon?” He japed, you could see a nerve bursting in Daemon’s head as he held your hand tighter.

“Here to celebrate with my wife actually, you know. The princess of Dorne.” He gestured at you.

“I wish- wish you good luck in convincing my father, old Ser.” You gave him a practised petty smile before letting Daemon drag you along to the main hall in the Old Palace. The old master’s eyes widened as he watched you embrace Qoren and he placed a fatherly kiss upon your forehead as you wished him a happy name day.

You had found yourself in the chambers were your sisters and cousins all lounged before the performance, you informed them of your withdrawal without any reasoning before stomping to your own personal chambers. Daemon had caught up to you as he found you angrily undoing the knots of ghungroos to free yourself of them. Daemon kneeled infront you, offering to replace his stable hand with your shaky one’s as he undid the knots as you ranted your reasoning.

“I re- refuse to dance for such perverse, his entire court has seen me much bare than I am.” You sighed angrily, “I really wanted to dance for Qoren.” You pouted. Daemon found your reasoning justified as he pulled you onto his lap.

“You have the world’s time to dance for him again, you should do it when you feel ready, not when the known world thinks you are.” He pressed a kiss to your temple.

That was weeks before Daemon Targaryen had decided to descend dragon fire into the Stepstones.

“Your niece’s husband has a dragon!” You reasoned in stress as Daemon prepared his dragon.

“This is the matter of my house, wife. I must fight.” He urged frustrated, hoping for you to see reason in his excursions but all you could picture was you being widowed.

“And what of me? Your daughters? Don’t you owe us your life too?” You bellowed, yanking his gloves from him. He now looked at you perturbed and the scene you were causing. He motioned you to return his gloves and you insolently refused.

“Perhaps if your father would have provided men, this wouldn’t have happened!” This time Daemon let his frustrations get the best of him as he yelled at you, yanking his gloves free from you hands.

“You know I tried!” You shook your head, hoping to fight the tears that threatened to spill.

“You should have tried harder! Or mayhaps your claim to his heart isn’t as meaningful as he poses it to be.” He snapped before existing the chambers. He too didn't want to fight this war and yet he wouldn't allow shame to loom over his brother’s name.

You followed the girls out to the beach mount, Caraxes remained idle as he waited for his rider to mount him. Baela began petting the red dragon, talking to it as if he understood every word. However Caraxes held an odd attention towards you as his giant nostrils flared as he kept sniffing at you. You couldn't quite place what he meant to do and yet pet his snout, hoping he would return your husband to unspoiled; regardless of how angry you were at him at the very moment.

Daemon embraced both his weeping girls, kneeling at their level as they pressed kisses on either side of his cheek before he kissed their foreheads. He looked at you with guilt, hoping to gorge his words from before down his stomach and hitting his head with a rock over how tactless he had been, he came to embrace you; leave you with a parting kiss and yet you pulled away. Pointing at his red dragon, demanding him to leave, he approached once more but you shook your head. Again aggressively point at his dragon.

Daemon’s guilt-ridden eyes gave the women of his life one more look as they embraced one another before Caraxes let out a shrieking whistle and whisked him to the orange clouds of dusk. Just like that he was gone.

Your anger simmered in the coming fortnight as letters began to arrive from the Stepstones, they were written in haste as stains of dirt adored the corners of the papers. He wrote for his daughters and you, making the war sound like an entertaining ballad for his daughters and yet you knew the truth of how ineffectual the dragons had been in this war. He was fighting by hand, starved and pained.

Perhaps the distance and stress for your husband began to claw at your health, you grew nauseous everytime you laid awake to brink of morning as you wondered what he would be doing, was he hurt; was he alright?

Then the universe japed at you as you sat with Maesters, your stomach could barely keep down anything you were eating and as of last fortnight, your handmaidens began behaving oddly up until when they dragged you to the Maester’s chambers.

“Mayhaps two moons princess,” He exclaimed as he washed his hands “Shall I call for your father?”

You shook your head as you rubbed your belly, shaking your head as you realized the night conception. Qoren’s nameday.

More letters were shared between Daemon and you, yet you hid your condition from him; you knew if you told him he would evade his sense of strategy and begin recklessly tearing through people to end the war, with no adhere consequence of his own mortality. The fighting turned dirty as more Velaryon men lost their lives.

You had confessed your pregnancy to your father as you lounged with him at the beach, he had been elated; far too ready to throw yet another extravagant feast and you refused. Urging for him to hold off until your husband returns and not to mention this to anyone else. Perhaps they would figure it out as your belly grew but for now you needed to tell Qoren just to alleviate the gnawing sense of doom in your heart.

Then the letters grew less frequent, muddier and rushed as he professed his love over and over again. Every time you would wish upon them and burn the letters, praying he be returned to you whole. Until a moon turned and his letters stopped entirely, within the three moons he had left, you had never felt the kind of dread you had felt in the moment when the Maester informed you of no letters.

You fought your hasty beating heart, quarrelling for it to stop, to let you breathe normally for just a moment. You rummaged through your chests, hoping to find your ghungroos. For just a while you needed to escape this fear, it was the only thing that would protect your child from yourself. You hurried towards the Mirrored Palace.

The doors had been wide open as echoes of girls giggling and talking were heard from within the main hall, you didn't care to usher them out. You just needed to dance. You had opened the palace for the girls to dance in, it was a shame to keep such a place locked away when it was built with much love for your mother.

Your sisters saw you approach looking troubled, they understood why and sympathized. Some of them caught onto your growing belly during the last turn of the moon. Others figured it out from how you refused to eat certain foods that were once your favourites. Many figured with the four months remaining of your pregnancy, any wife would grow paranoid about their husband’s absence.

“Care to join us, dear sister,” Aliandra spoke up, shushing all your Sand sisters in the process. You didn't say a word, just nodded as your handmaiden helped you tie the ribbons in your ghungroos. Your sisters, with Baela and Rhaena had spent a better part of an hour; arguing over which song to dance over. They knew a few pieces that your mother had taught them and yet everyone had their favourites.

You simply walked to the middle, shrugging your shawl off to not have it in your way, you needed to dance, free-hearted and unabashed. They all awaited, letting you pick the song out of courtesy in your distressed state. You let out a wavering sigh before tucking your right leg behind the left.

Your sweet voice let out the first line of the song, and the master of musical arts and his entourage immediately recognized the song. The strings played their part as a melancholic tune echoed the marble in the palace.

A war widow’s prayer, a macabre choice in tunes and yet far too fitting to portray what it is you were battling within. It called for the safe return of her husband, how she offered her life to the gods for the safe keeping of her husband. Your sisters looked at one another before joining you at the center, all of your ghungroos created a melodic jangle as you danced as one. Rhaena remained seated, still unaware of this piece.

The flute chimed in, calling for the joyous days between Daemon and you, you closed your eyes envisioning the afternoons you had lounged on a sailboat as his daughters swam in the sea. The second verse forces you to remember the sheer aura that drove you toward him, the adoration you held toward him that scared you to the core, praying that your own envy of his essence wouldn't reflect as ill will.

You turned, and so did your sisters; making your skirts flare out in unison. You had to stop for a moment, your singing choked in a sob, as the words whimpered out of your mouth. The colours of your sisters' dresses blurred within the tears pooling past your eyes, they kept dancing knowing better than to not let you feel the anguish you were in.

You recalled your arguement, you hadn't let him kiss you when he left. It couldn't be the last time you kissed him, it simply couldn't. You refused to let that fight be the last of your conversation; even if you had to travel to the Stepstones yourself. There was one thing evident in the last three moons is how incapable of pure joy you were without him. A piece of your heart, packaged in the belongings that he took with him.

Your feet began to ache, from the change in your body due to babe but also how hard you landed on the footwork. The last verse past the bridge echoed across the walls, the notes of your siren-like voice called for far more spectators as you laid your emotions out on the floor, he needed to be okay- he had to be okay. As the last beats of percussion led to the crescendo of footwork, a foot soldier stopped at the gates of the Mirrored Palace, whispering something in your hand maiden’s ear, Her eyes widened as she ran inside, looking toward your dancing figure.

You paused in the middle, everyone still finishing the piece around you, she whispered something to your daughters who ran out of the palace. The shock in her eyes filled your stomach with dread as you walked past your dancing sisters, the thud of ghungroos as you took hastily walked towards the main gates, rubbing at your swollen stomach; far too afraid that if you lost your husband your body would force you to lose this last part of him too.

“Please don't be dead.”

“Please don't be dead.”

You stopped right by the doors, far too afraid to witness what was behind them. You patted your tummy, taking deep breaths as the knights stationed by the door opened them at your approach. There kneeled Daemon, head buried between his daughters’ shoulders as he engulfed them in his giant arms, you stood atop the stairs as tears of relief replaced the ones of anguish from moments before.

You hurried down the stairs, stopping merely a few feet away from him, praying that he was real. He looked up, face still spotted with specks of soot and dirt; his hair chopped much shorter as he wore a crown made of bone. His lips widened in a smile, a soft smile as he took sympathy to your tears. You threw yourself at him, sobbing the moment his arms wrapped around your shaking body.

“I thought- I thought.” You stammered still sobbing as he held your face in his hands “Your letters stopped and there was no news Daemon.” He nodded, letting your emotions pour out of you “I thought you were dead.” You wailed. He lifted you hand to his thudding heart inside his chest

“See, not dead,” He wiped your tears “I’m here, I’m here.” He cooed as his daughters also wrapped themselves around you and him. You caressed Baela’s hair as you felt her rubbing your arm.

You finally calmed down enough to pull apart, most of your emotions were to be blamed on something Daemon was unaware of, until he pulled back to give you an adoring once-over. His eyes stopped at your middle, letting his hand trail to the soft yet firm swell of your belly. It was unapparent from the fullness of your skirt at first glance but his eyes shot to you, a thousand questions looming behind those purple eyes.

“Five moons now,” You informed him, still sniffling as you smiled wider at his shock.

“Healthy?” He asked, still unable to grasp that there was a child within you.

“Healthy.” You nodded, Daemon’s eyes remained fixated on your middle before he engulfed you once more, picking you off your feet and twirled you around. You shrieked.

Daemon had not only returned victorious despite his brother's shunning and misjudgements but also returned to become a father to three children. There was much preparation to be done since he planned to take his wife to the king's landing, and use the celebrations of his great victory as a momentous event to introduce his wife, and now oncoming child to the court. Just as he had his twin daughters.

That night a steaming bath was prepared for the prince to wash himself of the muck and grime from all the fighting. It has only been mere hours since he learned of your pregnancy and had already begun the chicken mothering, he insisted that you lay in bed until he was done, before that he scolded you for bending to untie your ghungroos and anklets, kneeling down himself to undo them. You, however, as little defiant as ever followed after him to the bath.

He dropped his robe, giving you a full view of his back and the newest burns coating his left side. You gasped making him turn and scowl at you. “What did I say about going to bed?”

You shrugged the subject entirely, frowning at the gashes and stabs of arrows on his body. Your feelings bubbled up to a precipice yet again as your bottom lip wobbled. This time you scowled at him, pushing him towards the bath before dropping your own sleep shift to the ground.

Whatever Daemon was mildly irked over just moments before absolutely abandoned his mind, his eyes took in your bare body, the swell of your breasts and your prominent belly. He had no choice but to cave as you joined him in the bath, shuffling to straddle his legs as you gently washed at his wounds. He hissed out loud making you flinch your hand away.

The frown on your face was all too adorable as he chuckled at your reaction, he had lost feeling to the burned side of his shoulder long before and yet the concern on your face for a devious man like him made him melt behind his demeanour. One thing he knew for sure, was that after this bath, with no mind to the injuries that still caused him discomfort, he was going to ravage your swelling body like a beast gone feral on a full moon.

[madefate]

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢. | 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

[musesofolive]

After seeing Season 6? And all its glory?

Y’all. Y’all I might be back. The special interest is interesting IT IS INTERESTING AND I MISS MY BABIESSSSSS WAUGHHH

If there is anyone out there in the tdp rp community, this is my official like flare gun shot into the void cause I miss this.

[goldaegontargaryen]

Wanted Character Connection

Jaehaerys Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen is searching for his son Jaehaerys Targaryen for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

The eldest child of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena, Jaehaerys is 10 years old, the twin of Jaehaera, and a prince of the realm. As Prince Aegon's heir, now expected to inherit Dragonstone, his upbringing is under close scrutiny by the court, and indeed all of Westeros. Jaehaerys is bonded to the dragon Shrykos, who hatched in his cradle, though his mount is not large enough to ride yet. He is known for his shy nature and intelligence, but has a tendency to become rude and emotional in stressful situations.

(Suggested faceclaim is Dean Charles-Chapman in Game of Thrones)

Jaehaerys is also wanted by @helaenasdreamfyres

His twin Jaehaera Targaryen is also open to apply for as well!

To learn more about the Targaryens of Dragonstone, click here!

We are a No-Dance!AU and politics, family, and court-drama focused RP. To join, check out our main site, DM us with any questions, then send us a raven app, and join our Discord!

Feel free to DM this blog if you have any additional questions or if you want to talk about the RP!

Note: Character traits, and faceclaim are suggestions and can be reworked to a certain extent if discussed with the current members of the RP!

[high-mage-callum]

Calling the TDP fandom!!

Come and join me and soren in our little roleplay shenanigans!

We need basically everyone except Callum and soren