#broken.intro

[hcllowfm]

 THE  PRINCESS  OF  DORNE  :  a  brilliantly  radiant  little  girl  with  a  laugh  that  buried  itself  in  your  mind  till  you  were  laughing  yourself  ;  THE  QUEEN  IN  THE  NORTH  :  a  guileless  young  woman  ,  unaware  of  winter’s  burden  ,  yet  my  dear  ,  the  winter  is  so  becoming  on  you  ;  THE  MOTHER  OF  WOLVES  :  shoulders  crumble  ,  knees  weaken  ,  heavy  eyelids  drop  but  your  heart  ,  oh  your  heart  had  never  been  so  full  .  

 I  .  WILD  THINGS  IN  THE  DARKNESS  OF  HER  EYES  .  dorne  welcomed  its  princess  with  a  lovely  breeze  ,  letting  the  curtains  dance  and  float  before  tenderly  wrapping  its  arms  around  the  little  lady  martell  .  and  you  laughed  ,  you  didn’t  cry  ,  no  ,  you  giggled  .  like  the  wind  was  ticklish  ,  like  life  wasn’t  torture  .  they  named  you  mara  ,  mara  meant  strength  and  beauty  .  and  you  certainly  grew  up  armed  with  both  .  wild  and  carefree  ,  childhood  was  so  lovely  ,  you  wanted  to  stay  in  it  forever  .  it  was  such  a  shame  when  you  were  pulled  from  your  home  .  how  the  dornish  skies  cried  when  their  princess  was  taken  ,  how  the  sun  cowered  behind  clouds  when  their  lady  left  .  you  belonged  in  dorne  and  you  would  never  forgive  the  conspirators  who  took  you  away  from  your  home  .

 II  .  FALLING  IN  LOVE  IS  VERY  LIKE  THE  FEELING  OF  FEAR  .  you  did  not  expect  to  fall  in  love  ,  love  was  the  farthest  thing  from  your  mind  .  you  were  too  preoccupied  with  freedom  .  with  escaping  and  returning  to  dorne  ,  it  was  only  later  you  were  able  to  realise  that  love  is  freedom  ,  freedom  is  love  and  everything  else  did  not  really  matter  .  the  crown  prince  stark  was  handsome  ,  he  was  charming  and  honourable  ,  he  had  a  lovely  smile  and  a  pretty  laugh  and  snow  fell  around  him  as  though  it  worshiped  him  .  yet  you  resisted  .  your  love  and  loyalty  was  not  easily  bought  but  you  let  him  have  it  and  you  let  him  hold  it  for  eternity  .

 III  .  YOU  WILL  ALWAYS  HAVE  A  TENDERNESS  IN  YOUR  HEART  FOR  THEM  .  dorne  will  always  be  your  home  ,  you  will  always  be  the  princess  of  dorne  and  the  lady  of  sunspear  but  the  north  ,  but  winterfell  ,  winter  was  so  becoming  on  you  .  you  were  never  meant  for  the  clear  skies  and  the  bright  rays  of  the  east  ,  you  needed  snow  and  the  cold  ,  sorrow  &  tragedy  ,  snow angels  &  snowmen  ,  the  north  needed  you  ,  more  than  dorne  ever  will  .  this  is  your  home  now  .  and  you  will  do  anything  to  protect  it  and  those  who  call  it  home  too  .  and  they  will  songs  and  write  poems  ,  oh  guardian  of  the  north  ,  lady  of  the  east  ,  how  will  i  ever  repay  you  ?  for  you  have  suffered  through  snow  &  sorrow  ,  yet  you  bar  your  shield  and  hold  your  spear  for  the  country  that  made  you  cry  .

[armoredspirit]

and  we  back  !   this  time  with  cathaniel  blackwood ,  current  ruling  lord  of  raventree  hall   (  even  though  that  was  never  meant  to  be  his  lot  in  life  ) ,  schemer  and  sad  boy  of  the  highest  degree .  you  can  find  his  introduction  here  !

[starfll]

                lady  dyanna  dayne .  twenty - eight . the  moon  blessed . 

 you  are  a  daughter  of  the  sea  ;  no  stranger  to  storms .  child  of  the  night  ,  you  have  built  an  empire  of  your  own  design  ,  and  thus  you  control  your  destiny.  fight  for your  title  with  pride  ,  descendant  of  the  stars ,  &  forget  those  that  would  ever  question  your  place .  for  how  can you  fail  when  you  are  moon  blessed  ?  

MOON  BLESSED .  dyanna  is  born  under  the  light  of  a  full  moon ,  ‘ the  stars  welcome  you , byka jorrāelagon’ whispers  her  mother .  and  thus ,  the  little  star  ignites .  she  is  the  perfect  companion  to  older  brother ,  arthur ,  who  is  all  morning  &  sunlight .  the  two  become  inseparable .  with  an  heir  and  spare  secured ,  lord  &  lady  dayne  resume  their  relationship  as  married  by  name  only .  they  love  each  other  as  friends ,  parent  their  children  together ,  but  their  hearts  each  belong  to  others .  dyanna  learns  more  about  love  from  her  parents  than ,  she  thinks , most  children  will ever  receive . 

she  receives  freedom ,  too .  the  freedom  to  choose  what  she  learns ,  what  she  believes ,  and  how  she  carries  herself . her  mother  teaches  her  what  is  expected  of  a  westerosi  lady ,  while  also  instilling  in  her  the  dornish  pride  that  will  ensure  she  allows  no  man  to  question  that  she  belongs  in  whatever  room  she  stands  in .  her  father’s  brother  looks  upon  her  with  a  gaze  that  unsettles ,  as  if  she  is  more  obstacle  than  niece . 

dyanna  grows  with  grace ,  strength ,  and  compassion .  she  helps  her  brother  arthur  prepare  to  lead ,  and  in  doing  so ,  she  becomes  a  leader  herself .  she  is  too  clever  for  her  own   good ,  &  far  too  restless . marriage seems  the  next  logical  step ,  to  settle  down  ,  but  conventional  is  a  word  that  sits  uncomfortably  on  the  star  princess’  tongue.

so ,  she  does  what  second  sons  are  wont  to  do .  she  travels.  with  a ( hired )  companion ,  she  spends  the  better  part  of  three  years  traversing  westeros ,  sailing  the  narrow  sea  &  seeing  what  essos  can  teach  her .  she  makes  friends ,  she  takes  lovers , she  has  adventures .  and  as  so  many  spares  are ,  she  is  called  back .  a  letter  finds  her  after  some  difficulty , 

MOON  CURSED .  a  slaughter  under  a  full  moon .  lord  &  lady  dayne ,  ellaria  sand  (  lord  dayne’s paramour ),  and  beautiful  arthur -  sword of  the  morning :  all  found  dead  in  their  beds .  it  is  a  coordinated  event , carefully  orchestrated . the  extinction  of  the  daynes,  dyanna’s  heart  breaks -  she  screams  at  the  moon ,  she  curses  the  stars ,  and  she  weeps  until  there  is  nothing  left  of  the  woman  she  was .  there  is  only  stardust  &  ash - -  but  it  is  enough .  enough  to  give  her  the  strength  to  return .  

she  arrives  to  starfall ,  in  its  beauty  &  with  its  ghosts ,  only  to  find  her  uncle  acting  as  regent ,  and  his  children  occupying  the  beds  of  her  family .  they  have  been  buried  without  her - -  she  was  given  no  opportunity  to  say  goodbye . more  offensive ,  though ,  is  the  way  that  ulrick  brandishes  dawn .  a  regent ,  he  claims ,  acting  only  until  her  return .  dyanna  rips  the  sword  from  his  hand ,  and  reminds  her  uncle  that  he  lives  under  her  roof  as  a  COURTESY .

the  star  princess  ascends ,  for  it  is   time  for  her  to  take  her  place  in  the  SKY .  she  is  lady  dayne  now .  she  takes  to  the  position  like  it   was  made  for  her .  she  rules  with  grace ,  she  utilizes  her  essosi  and  westerosi  connections  to  grow  her  influence  &  serve  her  kingdom. still ,  she  watches  the  way  her  uncle  looks  at  her -- how  he  longs  to  advise  her .   she  realizes ,  with  great  clarity ,  that  she is  not  safe .  her  father’s  legacy  means  nothing  when  there  are  those  who  threaten  it ,  and  she  has  no  heir  to  uphold  it  .   what  had  once  seemed  so  trivial --  being  a  wife &  mother  is  now  a  necessity . 

personality  &  tidbits -  tba. 

wanted  connections  - 

             friends  &  allies              potential  betrothals            former  lovers            mentor          tba .           

[ofsaintsnsinners]

the courts offer bread and salt to maraiya qo of house qo. many say that the thirty one year old princess of sweet lotus vale  is known to be loving and open-minded, though ill tongues whisper that she is mischievous and impulsive. when her name is uttered , one is reminded of ; shrieking and joyful golden laughter, ; a highly curious mind,  ; mass of unruly and exuberant curls and grins, ; a swan-shaped sail-boat, ; a doting and warm mother, ; a whirlwind of spirited and adventurous spunk. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: logan browning )  

Her backstory: 

Born the youngest of 3 sisters in Sweet Lotus Valley as a princess of the ruling house of Qo, in the island Jhala, Maraiya had a very happy, extremely safe, enjoyable life. However that wasn't enough for my high-spirited, highly inquisitive, restless and very mischievous girl who was a true EXPLORER at heart like some of the Summer Islanders were, and once she had explored all she could from all of the islands available in the Summer Isles, she left home at 18 - becoming a globe-trotting sailor explorer.  Maraiya wasn't content to just live out the rest of her life peacefully, only having knowledge of the Summer Isles like her sisters and most people she knew did. There had to be more out there in the world to learn of and experience of. She took part time jobs here and there when her money ran out in between her travels so she was really a modern backpacker in a way. She was independent and didn't mind the hard work because in her mind, it gave her more of a chance to really experience the different cultures & way of life of the people from each different realm/ land she visited. And with her willful, mischievous, highly sensual and sexual nature, you can bet she had some dirty fun too at each place. 

Having all these years of exploration and soaking up knowledge and practical & cultural skills from first hand experience, Maraiya could now be said to be known to several people as a master sailor, expert swimmer, determined explorer with an encyclopedia of knowledge in both her brains and limbs. She has a pretty photographic memory too for she rarely ever forgets a face, name or place that she has seen and/or heard of before. 

Maraiya is definitely a force to be reckoned with as well as a sassy, blunt and never-ending ball of sunshine energy. She’s also very warm, engaging and unrestrained ( read: doesn’t know the meaning of personal space or embarrassment/ awkwardness . i apologize in advance XD ) With her very open mind and patience, it is rare for anyone to be the subject of Maraiya’s ire or real anger,.... unless, it has to do with the wellbeing of her precious son - to which at the moment, she is very thoroughly annoyed and a bit upset with Tristan Vance for not being a proper parent to her beloved little boy.  Even though, she’s still very much her own person and does whatever she wants, damn the consequences asdfghjk  BUT, eversince she became a ( single ) mother over the past few years, she's reigned down her willfulness slightly as she takes her responsibilities of a doting and v protective momma bear seriously, so when it comes to son, she does think twice about some of her actions that might negatively impact him and pulls back a little from being rash.

She doesn’t really believe nor entertain the idea of marriage. Why settle down with only one person in one place for the rest of your life, when you can be living your best life with getting to know different types of partners from a variety of places, on different levels,  and most importantly enjoying the different carnal acts / deliciously euphoric pleasures of the flesh with a variety of sexually explorative companions? Hence, Maraiya is very much a modern-day polyamorous kind of person. 

She isn’t your typical princess / nor does she exhibits the kind of behaviours one would expect of a princess, so it would come as a surprise to those who eventually knows that she is a princess. She's not hiding anything, she just doesn't advertise it. If one sticks around long enough to form long conversations with her or swap life stories, they could find out soon enough as she is a pretty honest person. ( except if she is planning to play a harmless prank or joke on you ) Maraiya still occasionally keeps in contact with her family and friends back home, about once a year with letters.

[kingdomblessed]

———— 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

the courts offer bread and salt to RHAELLA TARGARYEN of HOUSE TARGARYEN. many say that the TWENTY-FOUR year old PRINCESS of THE SOUTHERN KINGDOM is known to be SHREWD and CAPTIVATING, though ill tongues whisper that SHE is SELF-SERVING and SCHEMING when her name is uttered , one is reminded of a kings’ ransom worth of jewelry, carelessly strewn around your chambers ; grit and ambition that make you foam at the mouth with want ; bruises regarded with pride, for they mean you’re learning to protect yourself ; fire hiding behind a cold and calm demeanor. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( faceclaim: bruna marquezine )

(  STATISTICS  )  ✧  (  PINTEREST  BOARD  )  ✧  (  MUSE  TAG  )

hi there ! i’m danai & i’m excited to start writing with you all ! give this post a quick like and i’ll come find you for plotting <3

 born  with  an  extraordinary  birthmark  on  her  back,  rhaella  was  dubbed  ‘dragon  blessed’  by  her  family.  the  mark,  spanning  from  the  small  of  her  back  to  midway  her  ribs,  was  remarkably  like  the  pattern  of  a  dragon’s  scales  —  almost  as  if  there  was  one  such  creature  hiding  underneath  her  very  skin.  regardless  of  if  she  was  truly  blessed  or  not,  it  resulted  in  her  being  the  pride  of  house  targaryen,  seen  as  a  sign  from  their  valyrian  ancestors,  and  she  was  raised  with  exactly  that  stamped  into  her  mind  over  &  over.      

 rhaella  grew  up  thinking  the  sun  and  moon  revolved  around  her.  dragon  blessed,  dragon  blessed,  dragon  blessed.  her  father  looked  at  her  like  a  prized  trophy,  her  mother  made  sure  her  blessed  nature  was  known  among  the  most  superstitious  smallfolk.  she  was  beautiful  and  loved,  but  filled  with  want.  it  was  not  necessarily  that  rhaella  was  spoiled.  she  cared  little  for  material  goods,  actually,  they  were  always  available  to  a  princess  —  she  would  never  go  without.  it  in  fact  made  her  feel  more  inferior,  knowing  she  had  all  these  things  by  the  grace  of  her  royal  status  and  not  her  own  work.  what  she  wanted  was  immaterial.  power,  admiration  &  strength  —  those  were  her  pillars,  and  she  would  fight  for  them  tooth  and  nail.      

 power  came  easy.  her  name  alone  carried  power.  but  she  would  build  upon  it,  her  ambition  would  not  let  her  rest  on  just  being  called  targaryen  alone.  she  learned  quickly  that  the  way  to  power  was  knowledge  —  secrets  could  be  held  over  someone’s  head,  goods  could  be  supplied  if  she  knew  they  were  desperately  needed,  battles  could  be  fought  without  a  single  sword  ever  being  drawn.  as  a  young  girl,  she  sat  in  on  small  council  meetings,  claiming  to  just  want  to  be  near  her  father.  but  she  listened,  she  remembered,  and  when  the  time  came,  she  made  herself  invaluable  as  master  of  coin,  even  at  such  a  young  age.  one  might  think  master  of  whisperers  would  be  the  obvious  choice,  but  it  wasn’t  glorious  enough  for  her.      

 admiration  was  a  much  harder  task.  rhaella’s  personality  used  to  be  somewhat  grating.  too  sharp-tongued,  too  arrogant.  sure,  those  who  believed  in  her  being  blessed  by  dragons  had  no  problem  admiring  her,  but  it  was  the  rest  who  needed  to  follow.  it  was  here  that  she  turned  to  her  mother.  the  queen  was  beloved  by  many,  rhaella  included.  she  helped  her  play  up  her  beauty,  her  soft  features  —  and  taught  her  to  pair  it  with  honeyed  words  and  empty  promises.  rhaella  could  smile  easily,  often  even  genuinely  —  but  it  usually  served  a  purpose.  she  gained  friends,  allies,  even  a  lover  here  and  there  (  though  always  in  utmost  secrecy  ),  and  quickly  raised  her  position.      

 and  finally,  strength  —  both  of  the  mental  and  physical  sort.  the  latter  should  not  have  been  required  of  a  princess  like  her,  surrounded  by  guards,  always  protected,  but  it  was  a  personal  choice.  she  didn’t  want  her  bodily  safety  to  rely  on  others,  she  knew  herself  how  easy  it  could  be  to  turn  a  guard.  learning  to  build  up  her  skill  with  the  sword  was  likely  the  hardest  of  her  challenges.  she  was  built  to  be  soft  and  tender,  and  could  barely  hold  up  a  weapon  at  the  start  of  her  training.  still,  working  with  her  guards  in  secret,  occasionally  outsourcing  to  the  best  swordsmen  money  could  buy,  she’s  built  up  plenty  strength  and  skill.  mental  strength  was  more  natural.  she  participated  in  strategy  sessions,  read  quickly  and  frequently,  and  always  challenged  herself  in  creativity.     

 rhaella  forged  herself,  to  be  more,  to  be  better.  she  was  to  help  her  brother,  the  king,  bring  their  family  back  to  great  heights,  regain  what  they  have  lost.  but  there  was  something  not  right  with  him.  because  of  him,  she  was  forced  back  to  paths  she’d  long  ago  discarded,  and  she  is  furious  about  it.  her  mother  being  sent  into  exile  was  the  last  straw.  rhaella  cares  dearly  for  her  family,  the  king  included,  but  she  will  not  stand  idly  by  and  see  their  dynasty  brought  to  ruin  when  greatness  is  within  hand’s  reach.  

[youngxblood]

Name: Eivor Bjorn Hagen Age: Thirty-Nine Birthplace: Ice Coast Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Dirty Blond Height: 6’0”

Scars: Diagonal line across his forehead (left side) that crosses over his right cheek *thin line. Straight across the line on the side of his head (Right side). Notch missing out of the top of his left ear. Thick diagonal scar across his upper chest. Small scars liter the rest of his body, hands, legs and arms. Tattoos: All following tattoos are grey as they do not have coloured tattoos at the time. Back piece: The weeping Heart Tree. Right Side of head: Simple Crow. Left side of Head: Simple Dragon.

Loyal to: King Edric Stark & Queen Freyja Stark Seat: Ice Coast, Ruling Lord Relationship Status: Widowed, Unencumbered Sexuality: Bisexual

Siblings: One Sister (Younger) Children: Two Sons (Eighteen Months Apart), Lif (Daughter,Deceased) Other Relations: Mother (Deceased), Father (Deceased), Kiiara Bal (Wife, Deceased)

Religious Views: Gods of the Forest (The Old Gods)

Good Traits: Impassioned, Steadfast, Curious, Straight-forward, Creative Wit, Ambitious, Hardy, Statistical, Blunt, Adentureus. Bad Traits: Volatile, Insensitive, Untrusting, Merciless, Emotional, Cutting, Disrespectful, Brutal, Unyielding, Stubborn. 

History:

The Hagen name never had any nobel power attached to it until Eivor’s eighteenth winter. Before that, they were simple people. His great grandparents were wildlings that had been escorted across through the Wall by Jon Snow. They settled on the southside of the wall and began to work the land. In the short time between settling the land and the war of three kings starting, his grandparents had a few children. They then left to fight in the war . His grandfather ended up dying but Eivor’s grandmother returned once all had settled and moved the family to the Ice Coast. There, with a few other Wildling families, Eivor’s parents grew up on a cattle farm and began to set up House Crow. They became integrated into Westeros. His parents remained on that Cattle farm all their lives and until Eivor was about fifteen he grew up on the farm as well. 

The younger years of his life were simple but hard work nonetheless. A sense of hard work and responsibility was instilled in Eivor from a young age. He spent most of his days working the land with his father and most of his nights training with a sword and shield. However, unlike his parents, Eivor was not content to stay on the family farm. He longed for so much more. The stories of how Arya Stark sailed off to the edge of the world integrated him. They sent his mind spinning around what she may have found out there beyond the edge of the map. He longed to sail to such places. At fifteen, he convinced a small crew of young men to accompany him to sail out from the Ice Coast and go North West to see what might be out there. They were gone for close to ten years. Sailing from island to island. Plundering claimed lands that had no relation to Westros and pillaging whatever resources they could from any other unclaimed lands. In that time, Eivor met and married his wife. Kiiara had three children for him while they ventured from one place to another. Constantly moving. The only home they had being the boat that Eivor and his kin stole. They did make their way back to the Ice Coast when Eivor was about twenty-four. 

Upon returning, he found out that the North was about to go to war. The Ruling Lord, at the time of Eivor’s return, was not happy with his actions but delayed his judgement of Eivor and his crew after the war.  Without much time to settle at all, he enlisted in the Northern army. Battle after battle on the open sea had trained Eivor well for what was about to come about across the land of Westros. He rose through the ranks as a proficient warrior and man skilled in both battle and war strategy. To this day, Eivor prides himself on the ability to use the land, the weather, and the strengths of his warriors as well as the weaknesses of the enimay to his advantage. When the war finally settled, Eivor returned to the Ice Coast and found that while away a pledge had swept across his home town and killed a great number of people. His daughter and wife had fallen to its hold. Thankfully both his sons had survived and his sister had taken care of Eivor’s boys while he was away. The trouble, however, did not end there. He still had to answer for his crime of stealing a boat and abandoning his people for years. Though many of the Ice Coast’s men and women called for him to be pardoned due to his acts in the north war, the Ruling Lord would not allow it. Before he could pass a judgment however, Eivor called for a trial by combat. The Ruling Lord against himself. 

In a rather intense one-on-one battle, Eivor came out victorious. He earned his freedom and called for a voting for a new Ruling Lord. Yes, by all accounts it should have been him. He killed the last man to rule, so by right the title was his. He wanted the people to choose however. Two other men ran against him but in the end Eivor was voted ruler of the Ice Coast. Taking House Crow as his own, Eivor has been Ruling Lord ever since. 

Under his rule, Eivor has managed to expand their reach of trade goods. He has made sure to send Raiding parties to those islands he had discovered in his youth. Their rare treasures have and continue to bring boats to the shores of the Ice Coast to this day. He is known for being very proud of both his sons. His greatest joy in life is being a father to those boys. Though, it does haunt him that he was gone when both his wife and daughter passed away. He has not remarried since. Although he does have a reputation for bedding many and flirting with even more. He is rather shameless with his affections. Eivor is, generally, happy but that itch to see more of the world has begun to once again tingle his skin. The raids to the west are no long easing that itch either. He longs for new lands, new people, and new battle but is held in place by loyalty and family. 

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Wanted Connections:

Children: Eivor has two children, both sons. One of them is 20-21 and the other is 22-23. They are the best thing thats ever happened to him, so bring that man his boys. Ex-Lovers/Current Lovers: What is the proper word for it? Man-whore? Shameless man-whore? I think we will go with that. Eivor is a flirt. He will sleep with men and woman. As long as you wanna sleep with him and he wants to sleep with you, its gonna happen. 

Friends/Allies: Bring me friendships that are pure and perfect. Bring me hate/love friendships. Bring me allies that trust each other. Bring me allies that don’t. I want them all. I am a plot whore, come to me everyone. 

Sister: Eivor has one younger sister. She is about 33-35. Please contact me before taking her. 

Enemies: THe way that Eivor conducts himself may not rub everyone right away. I would love for him to have people that do not like to be around him and find him generally unpleasant because he really, really can be.    Someone Special: For those of you who have watched vikings, I would just die if someone could bring me an Athelstan-esk character for Eivor. For those who did not watch Vikings, I am looking for a character that Eivor would have found on his travels. Someone who believes in a different set of gods than himself and challenges Eivor to think about different beliefs and costumes. I would prefer this character to be male and possible have a romantic interest in Eivor that we could build up to.

[wexburnxbright]

Intro!

Well, after wrestling with this bad boy for a while, I think I’ve finally settled on a backstory for my problem child, Cain Marbrand! Cannot wait to start RPing with all you amazingly talented people 😊

the courts offer bread and salt to cain of house marbrand. many say that the twenty seven year old sibling of the lord of ashemark is known to be entertaining and loyal, though ill tongues whisper that he is stubborn and brash. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of the most self assured yet least confident person in the room, a comedian who their biggest fan of their jokes is themselves, perception being far from reality, a fire behind the eyes with a smirk on the face, and the shiniest steel something that is simple, beautiful, yet deadly. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: wade briggs )

Cain Marbrand never took to being a noble. All the responsibilities, the expectations, the etiquette and just the general stuffiness to it all just didn’t sit well with him. Let his elder brother deal with the pitfalls of ruling, let him go off and do his own thing instead. It’d be better that way.

One thing that Cain DID stick to, however, were martial pursuits. Whether it be riding, or dueling, jousting or archery, Cain took to it like a fish to water. He reveled in the feel of steel in his hands, the adrenaline running through his veins, the burning in his muscles. It was a rush, and one he found himself craving more and more as he grew older.

The young man began hunting for tournaments, eager to prove his worth and test his mettle as a warrior. As he rode around Westeros, he found his second passion: travel. Why stay in one place, when there was seven kingdoms to see, or Free Cities, or a Dothraki Sea, or a great pyramid? He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be happy until he’d seen what else was out there.

So, at the age of seven and ten, he set out, a blade at his hip and gold in his purse, to travel the world. He wished his family, who he loved dearly, a goodbye and set off to make his way, live his life and experience the fruits the world had to offer.

And experience he did! Oh, the tales Cain Marbrand could tell of the ruins of the Wall or the great Pyramid in Mereen. Drinking with mercenaries as they waged war in the disputed lands or battling off Dothraki hordes. Training with water dancers and sailing upon the sea. And, yes he absolutely does want to tell them to you in grandiose detail, perhaps over a few cups of ale?

[hcllowfm]

 THE  KING  OF  THORNS  :  a  gangly  little  boy  ,  afraid  of  the  darkness  grows  up  to  be  a  comely  young  man  ,  no  longer  afraid  of  the  darkness  but  of  the  creatures  that  call  it  a  home  ;  THE  SAGE  OF  THE   CROWNLANDS  :  wisdom  is  his  sword  ,  didactic  words  slice  through  immorality  and  iniquity  ;  THE  HOPELESS  ROMANTIC  :  he  who  wishes  to  love  and  be  loved  ,  not  mundanely  but  to  the  deepest  extremes  ,  ready  to  die  for  the  one  who  holds  his  heart  . 

  I.  WE  BEGIN  IN  THE  DARKNESS  &  BIRTH  IS  THE  DEATH  OF  US  .  you  were  born  a  small  babe  ,  the  maester  did  not  think  you  would  live  .  heart  was  too  weak  ,  bones  too  fragile  ,  cries  too  soft  .  the  maester  told  the  lord  and  lady  tyrell  ,  your  son  ,  your  firstborn  son  ,  will  not  last  the  night  .  so  they  did  not  name  him  .  the  lord  tyrell  left  ,  disappointed  in  the  fraility  of  his  son  and  drowned  his  rage  in  dornish  wine  .  the  lady  tyrell  lamented  upon  the  shoulder  of  her  sister  ,  holding  her  dying  babe  .

 II  .  I  HAVE  SEARCHED  FOR  MY  FATHER’S  LOVE  IN  ALL  THE  CORNERS  OF  THE  WORLD  .  for  some  reason  you  made  it  through  that  day  .  that  one  fateul  day  ,  the  gods  decided  to  draw  back  their  scissors  and  let  the  ruby  red  line  of  your  life  run  .  at  times  you  wish  they  didn’t  .  your  father  is  ambitions  and  ruthless  and  he  shoves  all  his  insatiable  ambition  and  failed  plans  and  baleful  insecurities  in  your  tiny  little  hands  ,  upon  your  tiny  little  shoulders  .  the  right  pressure  turns  coal  into  diamond  ,  too  much  and  it  will  crush  it  into  ash  .  you  were  never  really  sure  what  it  turned  you  into  .

 III  .  MOST  DAYS  I  AM  A  MUSEUM  OF  THINGS  I  WANT ��TO  FORGET  .  your  father  draws  you  in  all  his  malicious  plans  ,  tries  to  get  you  to  drink  from  the  same  poisonous  chalice  of  ambition  .  and  you  do  and  you  do  till  you  are  drowning  in  it  ,  till  you  are  dying  ,  gasping  for  air  ,  unable  to  differentiate  between  the  shipwrecks  and  the  surface  .  but  it  matters  very  little  .  you  do  it  because  you  want  love  .  you  want  your  father’s  love  ,  to  become  your  mother’s  joy  .  so  you  lie  there  ,  among  the  shipwrecks  of  hubristic  lords  and  arrogant  men  .  awaiting  for  your  impending  ruination  at  your  own  hands  .

[madefantasy]

— 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫

the courts offer bread and salt to AEGON of HOUSE TARGARYEN. many say that the EIGHT-AND-THIRTY year old KING of THE SOUTHERN KINGDOM is known to be VALIANT and ERUDITE, though ill tongues whisper that HE is MELANCHOLIC and TEMPESTUOUS. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of the promise of a first born prince foretold to usher in a era of peace and prosperity, old, leather bound tomes bearing ancient secrets, the strum of a high harp, your armor, black as adamant and bespeckled with rubies, nights spent in restless fitfulls of slumber, interrupted by terrible nightmares & the burden of a crown weighing as deeply as your own thoughts. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: oscar isaac )

stats / musing tag

aegon jaehaerys targaryen, seventh of his name, king of the andals, the rhoynar, and the first men, prince of dragonstone and protector of the south was born in the year 436.

once bright & lively boy that often spent his hours playing games of make believe with his siblings & the other children on dragonstone, aegon grew more and more melancholic and withdrawn as he grew older.

always curious & bookish, this too intensifies with age, and aegon spends hours in the libraries of the red keep and pestering the archmaester with questions long past his lessons are finished. he even studied at the citadel when he turned one-and-twenty, forging six links before being called back to the red keep by his father.

he marries emely bar emmon when he is five-and-twenty, after pestering his father for years about wedding the woman that captured his heart when they were still children.

 they spend the first few years in marital bliss as the lord & lady of dragonstone. their first daughter, rhaenyra, is born when aegon is six-and-twenty.

he becomes king when he is nine-and-twenty. and the moment the unornamented circlet of king aegon the third is placed upon his forehead, it feels as though his entire life has been leading up to this moment. he has spent twenty-eight training to be a good, strong-willed king, a protector of the innocent, a shield of his people. a king that he would be proud to serve.

and at first, he succeeds. the realm thrives under his rule. yet as he grows older, burdened by the responsibilities of the iron throne, aegon becomes more and more paranoid. he spends hours consulting ancient texts, reading the histories of old dragon kings and queens and trying to hatch dragons.

queen daenerys lost the north. maegos targaryen lost dorne, and then the iron islands. his grandfather lost the vale, the riverlands, and the westerlands and his father aeron failed to get them back. the starks have continued to take, and take, and take from what rightfully belonged to the westeros, to house targaryen. his deepest fear is that they will try to conquer the rest of the continent, forcing them all to bend the knee to a king in the north. 

aegon refuses to let this happen. he will regain the lands his ancestors once conquered, beneath the blazing red sigil of a three-headed dragon. with fire & blood.

random headcanons

no nicknames !! call him aegon or die by his sword !! the only exception 2 this is emely

emely being the exception is actually a running theme here

bc this man is a SIMP

he has a lovely singing voice & plays the high harp exceptionally well

always thinking of little songs and writing them down in a little notebook he carries on his person

has terrible, terrible insomnia and is plagued with really bad dreams about losing everything - his wife, his children, his throne.

is a pretty good fighter actually? he’s squired under ( wc ) and has won a fair amount of tourneys.

character parallels: rhaegar targaryen, jaehaerys targaryen, aegon targaryen ( egg ), duncan targaryen, aerys targaryen, viserys targaryen, prince harry windsor, anakin skywalker (shhh we’re going w it) ( also this is absolutely courtesy of ems ).

i am going 2 add more to this as time goes on!!! pinky promise <3

[armoredspirit]

hello  again !   we’re  going  to  pretend  i’ve  totally  proofread  this  but ,  may  i  present   graceyn  borrell ,   widow  of  the  late  ser  coren  moore  and  captain  of  the  beldam .  you  can  read  all  about  her  here ,  and  the  timeline  at  the  bottom  of  that  page  will  be  updated  soon !

[fulminari]

the courts offer bread and salt to nadyra of house hornwood. many say that the twenty-four year old lady of hornwood is known to be alluring and adventurous, though ill tongues whisper that she is tenacious and duplicitous. when her name is uttered , one is reminded of plush lips stained red; roses growing from ashes, covered in thorns; hair the color of the midnight sky, adorned with jewels; skin as smooth as velvet, melting under your touch; the scent of honey and vanilla; labyrinth eyes you’re glad to be lost in. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: lin yun )

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born into house hornwood, being a daddy’s girl, nadyra was raised rather luxuriously. she was gifted anything and everything she ever wanted. despite this, nadyra understood that not everyone was fortunate enough to live the way she did and often gave things she outgrew to others. her mother taught her to be grateful for everything she had.

her mother also taught her the importance of grace and beauty, and how to use it to her advantage. as nadyra grew older, this became a crucial part of her life. she uses these skills to get what she wants, whether it be information or material goods.

her father taught her how to defend herself. she’s skilled with knives, swords, and bows. although, her preferred weapon of choice is much more discreet. he also taught her how to be diplomatic and earn the trust of all she encountered.

nadyra’s allegiance is with house stark. she would give her life to the king and queen without hesitation, fully prepared to jump headfirst into any situation if it meant protecting the king and queen of north. aside of the starks and her own family, nadyra doesn’t trust many. nor does she like many.

she’s unrelenting and unyielding when it comes to getting what she wants and standing her ground. nadyra does most things under the table and with a slight of her hand, but she isn’t afraid of speaking her mind.

more to come

[frogbard]

the courts offer bread and salt to rúairí reed of house reed. many say that the twenty seven year old disgraced lord/bard of greywater watch is known to be kindhearted and friendly, though ill tongues whisper that he is sarcastic and idiotic. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of animal bones in a bog, a tavern packed tightly with drunks, a cluttered artists home and a wooden shack in the forest. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: robert sheehan )

(hi im charlie i go by they/them pronouns and please be nice im still new to tumblr rp!)

ABOUT RÚAIRÍ

(tw: alcohol, drugs, addiction)

being destined to be a lord was never for rúairí. ever since he can remember, he had felt out of place in his family. being the first born son of the lord wasn’t exactly his ideal, and he had made that very clear from the moment he could form his own opinion. the pressure he felt from his family is what led to his eventual disownment. although many think it was his father’s choice, as rúairí was often referred to as the black sheep of the family, it was rúairí himself who decided to leave his family and make his own way in the swamps of the neck. from the age of eighteen on, rúairí managed to make his own way in life, although he did tend to end up in the taverns most nights.

although most of the time it was rowdy men in the tavern, rúairí was introduced to many musicians and artists, otherwise known as the people who drove rúairí to his current occupation as a bard. he was often told stories of both women and men practically throwing themselves at these rather elusive characters. rúairí was never sure if he loved the art of poetry, music and painting the most, or if it was just the attention he got from others because of it.

from childhood, rúairí developed quite a fondness for animals over the years; specifically frogs. while he is kind and nurturing to all things that aren’t human, frogs have stolen his heart. one frog in particular has even become a companion of sorts over the years; a tomato frog he lovingly named ‘swamp’. swamp has been with rúairí since he was eight years old. nobody aside from rúairí really knows how the frog is still alive, and rúairí isn’t any help with figuring out the mystery, as he refuses to tell anyone purely for his own enjoyment.

despite rúairí’s rather optimistic and fun loving demeanour, he struggles daily with quite an extreme dependency on alcohol and drugs. he claims it ‘inspires his art’, but in reality, it’s become a serious issue for him, his relationships and his health overall. rúairí can be fun, and his sarcasm can be charming at times, but when he pushes it too far with his substance abuse, he becomes a rather pathetic, emotional handful and needs looking after.

WANTED PLOTS:

rúairí is the kind of guy who has lots of acquaintances, but not many friends. while he’s ridiculously easy to talk to, and known to most as ‘the bard with the frog’, he can’t seem to make a meaningful connection with many. he just needs a few close friends, preferably those he can get drunk with and bare his soul to. i would however like one really close friend who has known him since he was young.

that being said, i need people who absolutely cannot stand him. people he slept with that he never contacted again afterwards, people he’s wronged because he’s an absolute bastard etc.

the love interest is a big thing i want. i would prefer them to be a male/masc non binary person, but i am open to suggestions! rúairí needs to be head over heels when he finds this person. maybe the person can not really be into him at the beginning and slowly but surely warm up to him and fall for him too. or go the complete opposite way and absolutely despise him; again, i’m open to suggestion.

swamp stans

not so much love interests, but lust interests are a big thing for rúairí. he craves any affection he can get and he is a bit promiscuous (a bit of a slag, in other words).

[stormxblooded]

the courts offer bread and salt to hallis hornwood of house hornwood. many say that the thirty one year old lord commander of the northern kings guard is known to be capable and strategic, though ill tongues whisper that he is arrogant and hedonistic. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of days old stubble rough to the touch, elegant blades wielded with a practiced hand, lips stained with dark red wine, vows uttered in the godswood and forgotten in the moonlight. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Hallis Hornwood Nicknames: Hal, The Horned Knight Age: 31 Occupation: Lord Commander of the Northern Kingsguard Religion: The Old Gods Character Tropes: Pretty Boy, Bow and Sword in Accord, Frontline General, Undying Loyalty, The Ace Character Inspiration: Jaime Lannister, Legolas, Alistair (Dragon Age) Personality Type: INTJ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Enneagram: Type 8 - The Individualist Deadly Sin: Lust Heavenly Virtue: Humility

FAMILY

Six Siblings

BACKGROUND

The Hornwoods have long been utterly loyal to the Starks of Winterfell, one of their most steadfast bannermen. It is one of the earliest lessons Hallis remembers learning - above all else, utter devotion to the Kings and Queens of the North is the pillar in which House Hornwood rebuilt their ranks. 

The previous Lord Hornwood was blessed with seven children - four sons, and three daughters. Neither heir nor spare, the question soon arose as to how Hallis could distinguish himself, how he could be most useful to the Northern Kingdom. There were two options available to him at a young age. He could become a maester, travelling to The Citadel to learn his craft, or he could become a knight and serve on the Kingsguard. Either would see him on the small council one day, and as luck would have it, Hal proved himself to be a talented athlete. His training began at an early age, and when he was eight, he was sent to Winterfell to squire with the previous head of the Kingsguard. 

Thus, Hal was perfectly groomed for the position he would one day take up. He took his vows on his eighteenth birthday, and established his name over the next few years. A tourney favourite, known as the Horned Knight for his elaborate helms bearing the moose antlers of his house, his future as the successor to The Lord Commander was a dead cert - the only problem is, nobody ever asked him if he truly wanted it. 

As suited as he was to the life of a knight, nobody ever stopped to ask Hal if it was the life he truly wanted. Whilst he was happy enough to have such things decided for him, he couldn’t deny that he wanted other things - more than being stuck in the North for the rest of his life can give to him. A hedonistic creature, and restless, too, he can often be found taking solace in the bottom of a tankard of ale, or between a woman’s thighs. 

He’s never really thought about what could have been, nor the life he could have had. There’s little that can be done about it now, and only an idiot would wish for more than what is possible to have. Hal may be many things, but he is no fool.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

open to anything and everything!

[svmperdulcis]

⤷ the courts offer bread and salt to ANNARA FREY of HOUSE FREY. many say that the TWENTY-FOUR year old LADY of THE CROSSING is known to be SINCERE and AMBITIOUS, though ill tongues whisper that SHE is PESSIMISTIC and UNFORGIVING. when her name is uttered, one is reminded of sparkling blue eyes that look deep into your soul, witnessing things not meant for your age, a deep bond between family that is fading away with time, delicate fingers playing a melancholic tune on the harp, a mischief grin when robbing jelly tarts from the kitchens followed by a loud and joyful laugh and charming everyone with your smile. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: phoebe dynevor )

HEY, HEY, HEY !! i’m livvy, and it’s a blessing to be here. i’m bringing lady annara frey to your dash, the only daughter of lothar frey and a pain in the ass, but in a good way. for a character resume, see this image. if you want more depth, just click on the read more.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

BIRTH NAME :  annara helenys frey. 

ALIAS  /  NICKNAME :  anna, annie. 

TITLES :  lady of the crossing, of the twins and of house frey.

AGE :  twenty & four summers. 

PLACE OF BIRTH :  the twins, the riverlands, the northern kingdom. 

RESIDENCE :  the twins. 

OCCUPATION :  lady.   

GENDER :   cisfemale. 

RELIGION :  the faith of the seven. 

SEXUALITY :  demisexual & demiromantic. 

POSITIVE  TRAITS :  sincere, ambitious, faithful, loyal, knowledge, persuasive. 

NEGATIVE TRAITS :  pessimistic, unforgiving, impulsive, opinionated, curious, abrasive.

INSPIRATIONS :  ezran & queen sarai ( the dragon prince ), lucie herondale ( the last hours ), drusilla blackthorn ( the dark artificies ), noctis lucis caelum ( final fantasy xv ), maria capitolina santiago ( dom casmurro ), teen eren yeager ( attack on titan ), katara ( atla ).

𝐁𝐈𝐎.

the only girl born to lothar & denyse frey, annara was, as some servants used to call her, the princess of the twins. while she wasn’t a boy and her younger twin brother was, de facto, the true heir of house frey, annara was treated with the same importance as her brother. after all, it was through her that important alliances were going to be made. she grew up with that guiding her steps — annara was as important as any other person in that castle. 

she had a close relationship with both of her parents, but especially with her mother. annara was the one who inherited the mallister colors, and thus, her mother used to spent time brushing her hair and teaching annara how to make her own hairstyles and how to take care of her hair. but aside beauty habits, another thing was passed from mother to daughter: the distrust of the ironborn. the young girl never understood the cause of such feelings, but trusted her mother and her judgment. when the war with the ironborn broke out, she was nothing but a small girl, but her mother’s words made sense. 

the memories of the war aren’t fresh on her mind — everything is a blur, and annara is happy because of that. it was a time of fear inside the twins, no one knew if the other could be a potential traitor or if the ironborn would attack the riverlands. however, one moment is still fresh on her mind: when the ironborn troops attacked the twins and took her mother as a prisoner, leading to her death. annara can’t recall exactly how she and her brother survived, but she remembered being taken away to an unknown place, and returning to her home after a while. this amount of time was what the rebels needed to execute her mother. annara remembers with horror how they found her mother’s body — and a distrust against the ironborn, became pure hatred. she couldn’t blame the king of the north for such tragedy, but she lost faith on them and their leadership. if they couldn’t keep their nobility safe, how they would keep the lowborn as well ?

after denyse’s death, everything changed. her father was another man, and annara felt as the only person she had was her twin. they grew closer than before, and watched how revenge took their father away from them. annara couldn’t blame him — she wanted revenge for her mother’s death, but they needed lothar. they wanted him to be the same doting father he was before the war, but couldn’t put into words. and she took her mother’s place of the only lady of the twins, and made sure that both her father and brother were alright. the rest of her childhood and adolescence went without any other tragedies, and annara grew up to be as beautiful as her mother. 

the winterfell summit was saw with eager eyes by frey lady. the twins were starting to be boring, and she hoped to find a good match to secure her wealthy when married. however, she knows she needs to keep an eye on her father. if annara wants to marry well, lothar needs to be with his head on the right place — and not on the past. 

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀.

her curiosity is what will kill her. annara isn’t afraid of sneaking out on the dark or to enter in dangerous situations if the outcome will ease her mind. 

she’s totally a bookworm but in a cool way. 

her favorite hobby is swimming, though gossiping fight for this place. 

she plays the harp very well but doesn’t do it often, as she always plays sad songs. 

her family is her everything. don’t mess with them. 

her mother’s death left a huge trauma on her. she hates the ironborn with a passion and will probably start yelling at them for no reason. 

she also founds the starks to not be great rulers. tho she also doesn’t see the targaryens as good rulers too. 

she loves learning new things and new languages. besides the common tongue, she speaks a bit of bastard valyrian and hopes to learn more, 

give her jelly tarts and she’ll be putty at her hands, 

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

friends, childhood friends, penpals from the southern kingdom. 

an ironborn to put reason on her head and show annara that not all of them like her mother’s murderers.

an almost betrothed, like, things just needs to be made official. 

lovers ! that can be friends to lover, enemies to lovers, love at first sight.

people that doesn’t like and trust her because freys. 

acquaintances that aren’t friends, but they gossip together. 

[westheirlands]

                elyas lefford , thirty - one . the heir . 

candlelight  casting  shadows  larger  than  life  ,  the  crash  of  waves  upon rocks  , the  clang  of  a  blacksmith’s  iron  , a  rage  that  threatens  a  legacy  .

potential triggers : mentions of ‘madness’ (westeros really hates mental health) , violence & infidelity , & death . 

elyas lefford was born the heir to a man, he knew from a young age , had expectations that his son would never be able to live up to. the threat of the shadow that brannon lefford created forever altered him. he knew that his father expected greatness of him , but greatness felt an elusive concept - something so difficult to attain , he did not even bother to try . 

without the guidance of a support system beyond what tutors and septons could offer him , elyas became a very quiet child . his every emotion he internalized , and as he grew , quietness became replaced with bitterness & sarcasm that he played off as wit - -  a trait in an unusual personality rather than a means of coping with a life of unanswered questions, frustration.  he pursued his ‘lordly’ studies for the sake of propriety alone , finding true solace & pleasure in the outdoors , and in the pursuit of knowledge.

much to his father’s chagrin, as elyas found opportunity to escape the confines of the westerlands, citing ‘bettering himself as a lord’ as a reason for travel.  t was through these ventures across the narrow sea that he became a man -- where he truly learned of what life could be. he fell in ‘love’ one too many times , made friends & enemies , but for the first time he truly had the opportunity to LIVE .

this respite from a bleak existence was all too brief , as elyas was called back home . it was time for him to grow up. to be the lord that his duty & destiny called him to be. his father secured him a betrothal, and in quick succession he was to marry.  she was beautiful , he was told.  charming , even . the most important factor was that she held power in her name. 

the prospect of a companion excited elyas . perhaps he could right the wrongs of a difficult family by creating one of his own.  perhaps he could grow into the man he was meant to be. the pair had little contact before the wedding itself , and it was true , mariya was beautiful . she was alluring in ways elyas could have only dreamed of in a bride.

what ought to have been wedded bliss was quickly revealed to be the beginning of a time of toil . convention was thrown aside without any explanation to elyas.  the conditions of the arrangement that  had been made with the young bride’s father insisted that she remain within the confines of casterly rock until his death . these unusual circumstances were all part of a greater plan of which  neither elyas  nor his father  had been informed

the bride’s cloak was placed on her shoulders , and elyas noticed something in her eyes that frightened him . blissfully sweet in one moment , something vicious would overtake her visage in the next . when the time for the bedding came , all sweetness left her , and she lunged for him in a rage , clawing at him , screaming , until she was removed from the room .

the following morning , it was as if nothing had transpired between them . she pressed a kiss to his cheek and disappeared into the gardens or the remainder of the day. these fits became more and more frequent . despite what efforts he could make to soothe her , mariya seemed unreachable to him , appearing only in fleeting moments before violent tendencies returned . she was capable of moving about the keep unnoticed , once scaring elyas’ horse so severely that it threw him , leaving him with a longstanding injury.  after the event , she laughed & laughed , before sitting vigil at her husband’s side.

brannon lefford had not been informed of the  bride’s condition. it had all been carefully constructed subterfuge to create a ‘comfortable prison’ for a woman who had committed no crime.  the leffords had been used as a pawn to save a house from shame & rid another lord of his ‘mad’ daughter . 

elyas was ill-equipped to care for his wife, but he did his best , keeping a permanent septa at his home to assist mariya. he offered her what affection he could , knowing that whatever her affliction , she was not responsible for it . he loved her in the best ways that he could , protecting her as his wife .

bitter and angry at the way he had been used , elyas  spent more & more time away from casterly rock and the frustrations of his station , making friends in the reach & stormlands, and  spending extended time as house guests of other lords and ladies. he did not discuss his wife & when he was asked , he made apologies for her , excusing her for a vaguely defined illness that often left her at home .

it was during this time that  elyas’ entered into an affair with a noblewoman from the westerlands , desperately seeking seeking comfort in the arms of another -- searching for the compassion absent from the majority of his lifetime . he fell terribly in love with her . it seemed, that she fell for him too.  she became pregnant , and in his time away, was sent away to deliver a child. 

 while elyas tried to sift through the ramifications of the birth , the majority of the ‘fixing’ fell to the burden of brannon. the lady was settled comfortably in lannisport, with express instructions not to contact elyas. elyas swiftly ignored this order, making frequent visits to see his child. 

he began split his time between caring for both his  ‘daughter’ & her mother, and his wife , giving little regard for the ways in which it was unraveling him.

a fever coursed powerfully through casterly rock, taking his wife after a great period of illness. 

elyas grieved mariya far more than he imagined . perhaps , more honestly , he grieved the loss of his life - a life he never had , and never would have . he became reclusive , maintaining the duties of heir for the sake of appearances , and the memory of his wife. any quiet anger in elyas was now transformed into an outspoken rage, a defiance towards the forces that sought to control him.

with his child now in lannisport and no marital ties to bind him, elyas thought it was the opportunity he was looking for to marry & build the life he had dreamt of. brannon had other ideas, thinking about the state of the house rather than the state of his son. plans for a new betrothal were carefully formed, and clear expectations were set for the man elyas was expected to be. 

TIDBITS

elyas is capable of such intense emotions. he does not necessarily know how to properly channel them. in his youth, it was repression of them. as he has grown, he has began to be more vocal about his feelings, even bordering on outward defiance. 

despite what he pretends, he cares very much about the state of his people, he just doesn’t care for the posturing & games that comes with being a lord. he’s kind, but he doesn’t know how to express anything. 

gifted swordsman !! he keeps threatening to join the night’s watch but never does. 

he’s so smart , and so capable , but he literally does not know how to apply himself.

he intends to legitimize his child no matter what his father says, and cares so much for the mother of his child. 

to those he loves ( and those who show love in return ) he loves fiercely and with extreme loyalty.

despite everything he says, he wants his father’s approval, but knowing that he will likely never receive it complicates the relationship significantly. 

he’s a social chameleon as a means of coping with everything . he pretends that everything is fine and is exceedingly charming in social situations . he plays a good lord , even if he does not think himself one.  

broody boi

[jeyned]

heya everyone ! i wrote a really long intro / backstory which i’ve linked below, but in case you’re lazy like me i’ve also put a little tl;dr under the cut with the cliffs notes. there’s also a bunch of plot ideas in case anyone is interested ! like this, drop me and IM, or message me on discord ( do you like yuice ?#6373 ) if you want to plot !

⤷ the courts offer bread and salt to jeyne whent née lannister of house whent. many say that the twenty - seven year old ruling lady of harrenhal is known to be lively and insightful, though ill tongues whisper that she is condescending and selfish when her name is uttered , one is reminded of a pretty smile hiding bloodied teeth; the hiss and raised hackles of a cat that thinks itself a lion; a languid and velvety darkness; heartbeat made of war drums. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: caitlin stasey )

full backstory   /   statistics page   /   development tag .

              trigger warnings for ; death & murder, illness, forced marriage, misogyny & misogynistic slurs (1), war.

basics.

name.  jeyne whent née lannister. nicknames.  the little lioness. age.  twenty-seven. traits.  + clever, intrepid, lively, protective, insightful, tasteful.          - hypocritical, cruel, condescending, proud, selfish, spiteful. titles.  ruling lady of harrenhal, heir apparent to lannisport. loyalty.  [ lana del rey vc ] money, power, and glory. also the starks of winterfell, i guess.

tl ; dr .

jeyne is the youngest child and only daughter of the lord of lannisport and his wife. well - raised, courtesied, if admittedly spoiled. even as a little girl she plays pretend at being a king. her father teaches her what words like wartime and loyalty and ambition mean ; the sacrifices she must make for their family name, for gold and glory.

the ironborn raids come to the shores of the westerlands and both her brothers are sent to fight. the younger dies first ; there is no body to bury. her mother falls ill with something they can only call grief.

jeyne is married not long after, a rose in bloom at nineteen. when she first hears, she weeps and begs and rages. her father reminds her of her duty, of the joy it would bring her ailing mother. jeyne knows then what must be done, and plans.

when her first husband dies just shy of two years into their marriage, jeyne is irreproachable. he dies in winter, already ill ; goes to sleep coughing and doesn’t wake up. jeyne isn’t even in the castle when it happens, although unfounded rumors fly of witchery and murder. 

nine months pass, and she plays the part of mourning widow exceptionally well. it helps her mummer’s farce that news comes from the war : her remaining brother is dead now too, and her mother’s health is failing. without her brothers, she’s the ostensible heir to lannisport ; her father’s displeasure with this is made quite clear to her. he even suggests she isn’t his ; bearing too many of her mother’s features, not enough of his.

she is remarried quickly to lord lucas whent, without a fraction of the pomp and circumstance of her first wedding ; now a widow, with a reputation tarnished by unproven but incessant whispers, the newest match is rushed, necessary but insignificant. she doesn’t cry or beg this time, just goes coldly.

she hates him before she even meets him, hates the harrenhal the moment she sets eyes on it, hates the cold and the rain and the gloom of the castle and its people. spends all her considerable energies complaining and making life generally miserable for anyone around. 

word arrives that her mother has died ; her father remarries quickly in the hopes of a new male heir, and draws in his nephews and nieces. weighing his options. jeyne prays to the stranger to take them all. 

she resents the lot of them ; her father for using and betraying her, her brother and mothers for leaving her, the ironborn for killing her brothers, the starks for suing for peace and making their deaths worthless, her husband merely for existing. mostly, though, she resents herself, not clever enough to find a way out of the cages she’s been locked in.

plots.

enemies.  the very best plot type and you cannot convince me otherwise. gimme intimately plotted hate-your-guts-smile-to-your-face frenemies who overthink everything the other says and press each others buttons incessantly. gimme ‘our houses have fought each other and i blame your family for this or that’. gimme petty jealousies and annoyances and people too much like her for them to get along. gimme people who think she’s a traitorous, murdering bastard and a whore to boot, and aren’t even wrong to think so.

close friends.  i don’t imagine she has a lot of these ; those not deterred by her reputation often are dissuaded by her personality. still i love the idea of her having a few lords or ladies with whom she gets along quite well, the kind of people you only need to meet briefly to know you understand each other. can be from pretty much anywhere ; stuck at harrenhal i imagine jeyne to be an avid letter-writer. 

cousins.  i’m also considering sending in a wc for this, but gimme all the family plots ! could be paternal cousins, potential contenders for inheriting lannisport, & probably childhood companions. could also be maternal cousins ! i listed her mom as being a westerling but i’m more than happy to change that to another house for plot reasons, it doesn’t really matter ! her father could’ve also had sisters who married into other houses, there’s lots of options.

failed betrothals.  i can imagine her father made a lot of offers, both when she was first getting married and after she was widowed. and i can imagine a lot of reasons why someone might reject that ; she’s a lannister, she’s not .... great as a person and her reputation isn’t phenomenal either. after the death of her first husband, too, i can imagine her prospects were pretty slim. still, the lannisters are ambitious and would have sought out as good as match as they could have. 

family of her late husband.  yea, i specifically didn’t pick a house for her first husband to be from because i wanted to leave ‘em open for other applicants but also because i wanted to leave it open in case it’s a plot anyone would like to take up ! most of the story around that is also very vague so as to fit with pretty much any ideas/plots someone has going on. would be really fun, tho ; possibly they can even have been co-conspirators and this person inherited jeyne’s late husband’s title and lands ? or they absolutely hate jeyne and think she’s a murderer which .... she very well might be.

sister in law.  the widow of jeyne’s older brother, irwyn ; i hc that they had a daughter but tbh that’s just flavor text and i am open to changing pretty much anything i’ve got going on. i may send in a wc for this at some point too ? anyway, whether she stayed at lannisport or returned to her family home or anything, idk. seems like an unlikely connection to get picked up but it’s definitely out there if it happens to fit for someone.

brothers’ connections.  again kind of vague ? would probably work best for men from the northern kingdom who may have known them or trained with them, or else fought alongside them against the ironborn. could also be ladies with pretty much any kind of attachment to either of them idk ; jeyne doesn’t have a whole lot of family left so this is my way of trying to have connections thru her family anyway.

childhood friends.  idk how many characters from the westerlands there are around rn, but bring them to me pls. would love some childhood friends for jeyne ; whether they fell out of touch, or still write each other monthly letters. them being a ward at lannisport, or jeyne being a ward at theirs for a time is also a neat option ! 

allies.  not quite friends, but potential partners whose ambitions align with hers. she has connections to the wealth of lannisport and the might and strategic position of harrenhal ( though harrenhal is truly weaker than she’d ever admit ) and honestly would support just about anyone if it meant she got lannisport. she’s power hungry what can i say ? 

former flings / secret lovers.  firstly these can be of any gender as jeyne is ... peak evil bisexual tbh. yes i’m queercoding my villain and i think that’s very sexy of me. these are also just pretty vague ideas, and absolutely do not need to be particularly romantic ; they could have had a more lengthy affair or just hooked up at a wedding or a tourney or something. 

travellers.  both lannisport and harrenhal are pretty common places to pass through. on a sea journey on the western coast one is likely to stop by lannisport, and harrenhal stands practically at the center of westeros, which is a fun opportunity for jeyne & your muse to have met even if they live very far way or are unlikely to have met in other ways ! especially considering harrenhal’s size it’s a good stop over for travellers with a larger retinue. idk i just want an excuse to plot with everyone.