#swords.intro

[bvrnedtm]

( caitlin stasey, she/her ) — bearing the stain of the name hill, jeyne, the bastard of house brax, is twenty-eight years old and known to be alluring, though also quite brazen. interesting how someone like them came to be known as the sullied unicorn, brax’s shame. ( you have been granted a better life than birth would allow, and for that you are grateful. you know your place in the world, yet refuse to allow yourself to be seen as lesser due to your name. you are unashamed by your status, seeing it instead as a source of freedom to do as you wish without fear. )

about me:

I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.

Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.

discord is thrift store hobbit#5805

basics:

Name: Jeyne Rosamund Hill, bastard of House Brax of Hornvale House: Brax Age: 28

personality:

Jeyne has always been incredibly headstrong. She knows the world will see her as somehow less than due to the nature of her birth, but she refuses to allow herself to be affected by such views. She is kind, but can be hard when necessary. Life can be hard for a bastard, and she understands what it can take to survive. That’s not to say she won’t speak her mind, even when voicing a more unpopular opinion, but she will handle herself in ways that can gain agreement from those who may not agree otherwise.

quick facts:

This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts

tba

background:

One might expect a bastard to walk through life with their head hung in shame, yet Jeyne has always refused to conform to that assumption. She never asked to be born out of wedlock or ass the result of some affair, and so far a she is concerned, she shouldn’t have to pay some price for her father’s promiscuity. Even as a child, she showed a wanton disregard for the role which she was meant to play as a bastard. A disregard that certainly wasn’t helped by her father’s willingness too accept her into the household to be raised amongst his trueborn children. 

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tags:

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if you have any questions or would like to plot, feel free to hmu to chat !!

[flowersflame-blog]

( anastasia tsilimpiou, she/her ) — here ye, here ye, behold the princess of the seven kingdoms, naemera targaryen. the twenty-one year old is known for being affable but has the tendency to be mischievous too, which should be expected of the flowering dragon. ( a shining eye peering through the keyhole of a door, skirts covered in mud, lightning during a summer storm, loud boisterous laughter ) [ s, 18, est, she/her. ] 

it’s the nameday girl! i tried to write this with like a serious backstory and some semblance of coherency and i just...could not so have this mess. 

naemera is a messy bench who loves drama

her entire life she has been spoiled and she’s very accustomed to it. she loves pretty things and pretty people 

and most of all she loves parties 

she is an unfailingly gregarious person but not in the demure princess-y way most would think of 

more in the sense that she’s a social butterfly who knows just about everyone

and if there’s one thing she loves more than parties its being the center of attention 

so while she loves her sister, having to share her nameday? kind of annoying 

best way to describe her is a girl pretending to be a woman. 

she’s a brat!!! she’s used to getting what she wants and when she doesn’t oh boy is it time for a meltdown 

she’s constantly playing pranks and getting in trouble 

what the kids call; boy crazy. falls in love with a new visiting lord every five seconds and the inevitably gets her heart broken 

tries to pretend like she’s not a hopeless romantic with dreams of grandeur (she is) 

we....immature 

she loves to gossip she has all the hot goss 

can and will manipulate ppl to get what she wants 

but she doesn’t want like power or anything...she just wants like pretty dresses, attention, maybe a suitor or two 

in way over her head all the time 

thinks she knows better (she does not) 

DEEPLY INSECURE! not that she’d ever let anyone know that

just wants to be loved???

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

betrothal, she’s turning 22 which basically makes her an old maid

ladies in waiting 

a legion of men whose hearts she has broken 

enemies ! she loves gossip and drama

[vxlarmxrghulis-blog]

( marina moschen, she/her ) — high greetings to lady dyanna of house allyrion, the blazing wanderer. the twenty-two year old is known for being gracious but has the tendency to be impractical too. ( born from blood and gold, you are living proof of the goodness of the gods. benevolent, gracious, and nothing less than delicate. yet you have an insatiable crave for more than the sand under your feet and the blaze of the sun on your skin. you beg to see lands you’ve never seen from the golden hands that can only give you so much. ) 

catch  me chugging  a redbull at 7:30 pm so I can speed through this intro process ! 

note: again this is like half-way finished. but if you’re interested in plotting with this little lady feel free to still hit this with a like! 

I. STATISTICS

NAME: dyanna allyrion

NICKNAME(S): anna, 

ALSO KNOWN AS: the blazing wanderer

AGE: twenty-two 

TITLE: lady of house allyrion

ORIGIN: godsgrace

REGION: dorne

RELIGION: faith of the seven

MORAL ALIGNMENT:  lawful netural  

GENDER: female , she / her

HEIGHT: 5’6

FACE CLAIM: marina moschen  

OCCUPATION: lady in waiting to the crown princess ariadne

POLITICAL ALLEGIANCE: house allyrion, house martell, house targaryen

CULTURE: dornish

SIGIL: a golden hand on gyronny of red and black

WORDS: “no foe may pass”

II. PERSONALITY

dyanna is the embodiment of what a true dornish born should be like, though as she grew older the young allyrion began to adopt to more traditional feminine southern practices to fit into her new lifestyle of being a lady in waiting here in kings landing. think of lady myrcella when she was in dorne... just a bit, you know, reversed. she’s a big dreamer, lives with her head in the clouds half the time, and enjoys the simplicity of fabled romances between noble princes and beautiful princesses. a lover of epic tales, music, and dancing. all things a true lady should appreciate when growing up in a noble family.

don’t let the romanticized speak throw you off though. the girl is still from dorne and still is very much aware of the stigma dornishmen have to those further up in westeros. all it takes is for the wrong person to make the nastiest remark and she’ll have them wishing they never spoke by one way or another. it takes a lot to be kind, but dyanna knows that they nicer you are in the capital the easier it is to find common allies with the right people. she’s a got a strategic mind. a true warm-blooded manipulator who knows how things really do work in court politics. 

III. ABOUT

|||.  |||.  |||.  |||. ( to be continued cos ya girl has two other intros to post. but I’ll brief those who want to plot with her with a little blurb! )

IV. AESTHETIC

the glimmer of gold coins falling from your fingers, lavender oil against your skin, the heat of dorne, smell of warm spices touching your nose, red silks, hand-crafted gowns, embellishments crafted with glitter and stones, lemoncakes, citrus trees, toes dipped in hot sand, orange and pink sunsets, cinnamon tea, hibiscus flowers, cool fragranced baths, light yellow bed sheets, long nights of dancing, the sound of bangles on your wrist, smell of sea breeze by the ports, the rose color of your cheeks after a cup of wine, grapes and plums, a walk through the gardens at court, bright flowers in your hair

V. WANTED CONNECTIONS

|||. best friend(s): |||. a crush: |||. familiar faces / unwelcoming nobles / give her everything:

+ I’ll fill this out soon!! 

VI.PINTEREST

dyanna allyrion 

[quervncias-blog]

( diana silvers, she/her ) — here  ye,  here  ye,  behold  the  lady  of  storm’s  end,  lynesse  baratheon.  the  twenty-one  year  old  is  known  for  being polite  but  has  the  tendency  to  be  naive  too,  which  should  be  expected  of  the  silver  doe. (  white  flowers  decorating  her  dark  brown  hair,  pinkish  lips  biting  a  red  shiny  apple,  slim  figure  walking  through  green  fields,  innocence  reflecting  through  her  dark  eyes.  ) 

hi!  beca  by  this  side,  i’m  eighteen  and  from  the  gmt  zone.  sorry  if  it’s  a  little  bit  short,  the  reality  is  that  i’m  horrible  at  doing  intros.  but  here  we  go !

BASIC INFORMATION

name:  lynesse  baratheon

age:  twenty-one

title:  lady  of  storm’s  end

other titles:  the  silver  doe

religion: faith  of  the  seven

IMPORTANT POINTS

she  was  raised  to  behave  like  a  lady,  so  that  every  word  that  abandoned  her  lips  used  up  elegance,  power  and  good  manners.  it  was  not  complicated  for  her  to  learn  the  basic  things  to  do  as  a  proper  lady  of  house  baratheon;  sewing,  learning  how  to  keep  composure,  even  controlling  her  feelings  although  she  could  be  boiling  with  anger.  the  latter  was  really  difficult  considering  her  personality,  emotions  managed  to  reflect  all  over  her  feature s every  time  she  tried  to hide  them. 

light  and  good  intentions  run  all  over  her  body  and  take  prominence.  isn’t  capable  of  being  evil  or  even  shout  at  someone or  something  like  that.  she  is  all  happiness  and  smiles,  believes  in  the  truth  and  hates  wars / conflicts.  always  tries  to  see  the  peaceful  and  good  side  of  things.  maybe  at  this  point  you  can  think  she  has  lived  in  a  bubble,  but  actually  is  very  aware  of  what  happens  in  the  world.  for  sure  she  has  seen  a  lot  of  death  and  destruction  making  their  own  path  too  close.  doesn’t  want  violence  taking  possession  of  her  actions,  so  tries  to  manage  complex  situations  without  unsettling. 

she  is  used  to  hearing  people  saying  she  doesn’t  take  things  seriously,  or  that she  is  unrealistic.  still,  lynesse  doesn’t  get  tired  of  explaining  her  point  of v iew  and  why  it  shouldn’t  be  that  way. 

loves  walking  long  distances  surrounded  by  fields  and  the  true  smell  of  nature.  it  wouldn’t  be  odd  to  see  her  riding  a  white  horse,  with  long  mane  and  graceful  figure. 

optimistic  af  and  too  pure  for  this  world™

CONNECTION IDEAS

i  want  someone  who  doesn’t  like  her,  and  maybe  is  rude  to  her  too ??  anyway  i  would  love  to  see  her  trying  to  gain  their  trust

one-sided  crush

best  friend

good  friends

mutual  annoyance

potential  betrothed,  but  not  sure

actually  any  idea  you  could  have,  please  let  me  know !  if  you  like  this post  i  will  message  you  to  plan  something  out

[joannalannistcr-blog]

( lily james, she/her ) — here ye, here ye, behold the lady of casterly rock, joanna lannister. the twenty-five year old is known for being charming but has the tendency to be naive too, which should be expected of the golden lioness. ( flowing golden hair, emerald green eyes and the tall and confident stature of a lannister. )

Hello there! I’m excited to meet all of you and to have my first Lannister character, maybe? I don’t remember if I have ever had a Lannister character before now :D Anyway, I hope you’ll like me and I hope you’ll like Joanna too!

Basically, she’s the daughter of the previous Lord of Casterly Rock and his lady wife. Which makes Joanna the younger sister to the current Warden of the West.

She’s not really a typical Lannister. Probably in appearance only. She has a tall and lean stature, blond hair and emerald green eyes (just picture Lily with green eyes :P ). She has the standard Lannister good looks, but she has inherited nothing other than that. She’s on the kinder side, she’s well-behaved with usually good intentions. And Joanna can also be kind of naive, due to her friendly disposition. I chose the moniker of “The Golden Lioness” for her because she has the birth, the looks and the heart to live up to that title. 

While at the age of twenty-five, she has yet to wed. She has been betrothed once before when she was fourteen, but it didn’t lead to any actual wedding. Her betrothed was of the same age and probably from an important house as well, but he enjoyed horse-riding too much. During a ride, he suffered an incident - fell off his horse and fatally injured himself. Only hours later, he passed from his injuries. And with that ended Joanna’s betrothal. She hasn’t been promised to anyone else since. How I picture it in my head - it’s because her family didn’t believe anyone was “worthy enough”. It kind of saddens her though, as she definitely does not want to die an old maid.

Joanna spends her time reading books on the history of Westeros, and involving herself in charity around the westerlands. She goes on trips through the westerlands and gives coins and food to the smallfolk. Which has earned their favour, and she’s generally loved by them. 

And while Joanna has yet to have children of her own, she contents herself with playing games with her brother’s children whom she loves dearly.

Soo that’s a little bit of info on her, and if anyone wants to plot, feel free to like this post and I’ll message you ;)

[rvgclity]

(  adelaide  kane ,  she / her  )  — high  greetings  to LADY  MARA  of  HOUSE  UMBER  neé  BOLTON ,  the  lady  midnight  .  the twenty  eight  year  old  is  known  for  being  shrewd  but  has  the  tendency  to  be  choleric  too  . (  the  tannic  taste  of  red  wine ,  a  callous  method  to  achieving  ambitions ,  the  manner  of  an  unsuspecting  viper  ready  to  snap ,  treating  others  as  pieces  to  play  in  your  little  game  )

hi  hellooooo  everyone  !  it’s  me ,  chloe ,  here  back  with  one  of  my  favorite  muses ,  lady  midnight  herself  !!  ok  but  like ,  i’m  thrilled  (  !  )  that  has  returned  since  i  loved  everyone  in  the  directory  and  i’m  beyond  excited  to  rp  with  you  all  (  and  the  wonderful  new  people  )  again  !  please  let  me  know  if  you  would  like  to  plot ,  chat ,  anything  you  wish  !

stuff  .

pinterest .

statistics .

rough  outline .

born  a  bolton  &  married  to  an  umber ,  MARA  is  every  bit  a  northerner  through  &  through----  &  she  takes  that  fact  with  her  .

while  her  brothers  were  trained  mainly  outdoors ,  she  sat  indoors  with  the  women ,  learning  housework  abilities  &  excelling  at  them  ----  in  fact ,  she  sews  many  of  her  own  garments  (  like  sansa  ) .  this  separation  from  her  brothers  in  learning  didn’t  restrict  her  wholly  as  she  also  received  a  full  education  alongside  them ,  excelling  in  the  academia  as  well  .  as  her  learning  years  came  to  a  close ,  she  was  a  fully  equipped  young  woman  ready  for  the  world  .

of  course ,  just  books  cannot  prepare  one  for  the  harsh  realities  of  life  .  her  father  was  the  one  to  teach  her  about  ways  to  achieve  wishes  &  ambitions  with  bolton  methods  ;  after  all ,  he  saw  in  her  that  ruthlessness  &  hunger  that  was  evident  in  every  generation  of  the  house’s  history ,  something  common  in  those  with  bolton  blood  .  mara  was  close  to  her  father  up  until  his  death ,  which  by  then ,  she  was  a  powerhouse  for  chaos  .

like  most  girls  born  into  her  position ,  once  decided ,  she  was  married  off  to  a  man  of  an  allied  house ,  house  umber  .  over  the  years ,  they’ve  managed  to  make  the  most  of  their  partnership  &  have  become  a  rather  dynamic  couple  of  the  north  .

unfortunately ,  through  the  course  of  her  marriage ,  she’s  been  unable  to  have  children ,  no  matter  how  hard  the  couple  has  tried  .  at  this  point ,  they’ve  almost  given  up  on  trying ,  among  tension  of  course  ;  &  while  mara  regrets  not  producing  any  heirs  for  the  house ,  her  mind  is  elsewhere  right  now  .

her  primary  goal  right  now  is  ambitious ,  not  gonna  lie ,  but  she  won’t  let  it  up  ;  her  heart  is  set  .  influenced  by  her  maiden  family’s  history  &  her  late  father’s  guidance ,  she  aims  for  northern  independence  from  targaryen  rule  ---  and  it’s  not  entirely  out  of  reach ,  especially  with  concerns  for  the  queen’s  mental  status .  if  she  garners  enough  northern  support ,  mara  might  be  able  to  find  a  backing  for  her  cause ,  meaning  success  &  most  likely  war  (  she’s not  closed - off  to  the  idea   )  .  of  course ,  she  campaigns  with  the  notion   house  stark  will  be  the  new  monarchs  of  the  region ,  but  once  enough  progress  has  been  made ,  she  hopes  to  find  a  way  to  cut  off  support  for  the  ruling  house ,  ending  up  with  the  next  strongest  northern  house ,  either  house  bolton  or  umber  (  leaning  towards  the  latter  ) ,  ultimately  in  charge  .  it  will  take  a  lot  of  time ,  but  she’s  patient  .  all  of  this  is  severely  clandestine ,  &  only  a  select  few  lords  &  ladies  she’s  told  in  confidence  know  .  

to  others ,  mara’s  reputation  isn’t  all  too  amicable  .  she’s  known  for  being  ruthless  &  cruel  ---  may  the  gods  help  anyone  who  dare  cross  her  .  although  an  umber  by  name ,  bolton  blood  runs  through  her  &  so  does  a  taste  for  it  .  she’s  power  hungry ,  radical  in  her  methods  .  additionally ,  there  is  an  irascibility  in  her  &  it  doesn’t  take  much  for  her  to  get  vexed ,  however  she  does  manage  to  keep  her  icy  frame  &  refrains  from  being  loud  ---  piercing  stares  &  cutting  words  are  her  specialty  .  her  opinion  of  herself  is  high ,  especially  considering  her  attitude  when  it  comes  to  other  people  .  regardless  of  her  cruel  disregard  for  them ,  she  is  still  shrewd  in  politics  &  can  play  the  part  if  necessary  to  successfully  con  or  manipulate  ---  anything  to  get  ahead  really  .

wanted  connections  .

ALLIES  :  give  me  northerners  she’s  already  managed  to  convince  or  who  already  rally  to  her  covert  cause  .

FRIEND  :  great  minds  think  alike ,  right  ?  mara  &  this  muse  stand  for  the  same  ideals ,  as  well  as  carry  the  same  outlook  on  life  &  people  in  general  .  of  course  they  get  along  .

ENEMY  :  this  is  a  muse  that  either  loathes  everything  mara  stands  for  or  despises  her  attitude  &  manner  when  conducting  others  or  whatever  be  it  ----  ultimately ,  they  don’t  like  her  &  don’t  trust  her  either  .  while  she  wouldn’t  usually  care  for  naysayers ,  this  person  has  become  a  thorn  in  the  lady’s  side  by  making  it  their  goal  that  her  plans  don’t  come  into  fruition  .

PIECES  TO  PLAY  :  mara  isn’t  one  to  back  down  from  using  others  to  her  advantage ,  so  please  entertain  her  with  a  credulous  muse  or  two  whom  she’s  attempted  to  bend  or  break  .

[salvationpassed]

anotha one  comin’ right at ya’ll

( holliday grainger, she/her ) — high greetings to lady corenna of house dondarrion, the heart of the stormlands, the golden dondarrion. the twenty six year old is known for being sweet but has the tendency to be manipulative too. ( born blessed with the sun in her hair. a sickly sweet innocence corrupted by her father, a tool for political gain, a golden heart shrouded in storm. ) [ hannah ]

background

The first daughter of the Lord of Blackhaven, Corenna was everything that Blackhaven was not

she never cried nor did she fuse as a child, her golden locks shone amongst the darkness of the castle

She grew into being the perfect lady, everything her father needed

She wasn’t ignorant of her father’s intentions for her marriage nor did she allow for the plans for her future to be out of her hands

she began to learn the ways of how to protect herself while also trying to stay in her father’s good graces

saying constantly that she was courting many different men that all were not of the station he wanted for his eldest daughter

however now in kingslanding she’s rushing against time, against her father’s plans for marriage, against society and against her own self.

extras

Corenna loves her half-siblings especially alester, they were raised side by side but in different ranks and till this day she remains unbelievably loyal to him

she’s known as the heart of the Stormlands due to her undying kindness to everything broken and bent and anyone who feels hurt by the world

she’s quite indifferent though to the things she must do in order to protect herself from the world her father wishes to marry into

she is an amazing dancer and has such a child like kindness while always keeping this image of wanted beauty.

[bvrnedtm]

( dove cameron, she/her ) — high greetings to lady erena of house glover, the steel lady. the twenty-three year old is known for being captivating but has the tendency to be impetuous too. (you choose armor over a dress whenever possible. you have a will to find redemption and honor for a house without, while never hiding your name. a family known to break a pledge of loyalty, yet you show up every time because the north remembers. a proper lady should never hold a sword, they say, yet you hold that steel blade with a firm grip in defiance. )

about me:

I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.

Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.

discord is thrift store hobbit#5805

basics:

Name: Lady Erena Lyanne Glover of Motte Creek House: Glover Age: 23

personality:

Erena has a kind heart, and will share that kindness to anyone who hasn’t otherwise earned her cruelty or wrath. Not one to be taken advantage of, she’s more than willing to demonstrate her skill as a fighter if need be. Something she is even happier to do when being underestimated. With her house’s pledge to the Stark’s came her steadfast loyalty, and she will be there to stand with them until her very last day.

quick facts:

This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts

incredibly proud to be a Glover

often seen sporting both their colors and sigil somewhere on her clothing

not necessarily looking for a man, but won’t deny one who she deems a fair match

won’t ditch her sword for a man

kinda hates when men tell her what to do or assume she’s a vapid little girl

loves her family a whole bunch, so someone please bring us her brother

high key loves the cold and is likely to bitch about the weather if you take her south

also high key a flirt and a bit of a tease

background:

Youngest of two, Erena is the only daughter born to the Lord and Lady Glover, with her older brother as the heir of Deepwood Motte. Ever since she was young, Erena had never been content to simply sit around working on her embroidery or share in the latest gossip. That’s not to say she was unskilled in the typical arenas of a proper lady, just that she always desired something more. A purpose beyond marrying into a good family and having children. She would’ve been around ten the first time she picked up a sword, and would rarely be seen without one afterwards. She may not be a knight, but she’s as skilled a warrior as they come. In addition to the bladed weapon, she also quite enjoys a bit of archery and the simplicity of hand to hand combat. Not necessarily a hobby her father approves of, but he’s supportive and loving nonetheless.

Another habit of hers that earns her father’s disapproval, is her stubbornness to uphold her family’s promises regardless of his own desire. Over the years, House Glover has developed a reputation in the North for being a house known to fall back on their pledge to stand behind House Stark. A reputation Erena has done her best to remedy by showing up for House Stark regardless of her family’s wishes. As far as she’s concerned, a pledge was made, and it’s a pledge she fully intends to fulfill in hopes of sort of redeeming her house and bringing them back some sense of honor.

tags:

☙🥀❧ honey i rose up from the dead i do it all the time // visage ☙🥀❧ but i got smarter i got harder in the nick of time // musings ☙🥀❧ they say i did something bad then why’s it feel so good // playlist ☙🥀❧ stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry // aesthetic ☙🥀❧ darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream // wardrobe ☙🥀❧ feel the flames on my skin crimson red paint on my lips // physique ☙🥀❧ i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me // moodboard ☙🥀❧ ain’t it funny rumors fly and i know you heard about me // about ☙🥀❧ the world moves on another day another drama // mention ☙🥀❧ look what you made me do // conversations ☙🥀❧ are you ready for it // meme ☙🥀❧ let the games begin // answered ☙🥀❧ blank space // ooc

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hello and welcome to what is going to be the world’s most unorganized intro and explanation of my guy rowan. don’t be afraid to message me if you want to plot!

( richard madden, he/him ) — high greetings to ruling lord rowan of house umber, lord of the last hearth. the thirty-one year old is known for being staunch but has the tendency to be obdurate too. ( groomed to rule and primed for war, your loyalty to the north outweighs the needs of yourself. blood red leaves and powdered snow fall upon a crown of dark curls and heavy furs. you know nothing but the comfort of a drawn sword, the familiarity of violence. although the north is home, duty and honor pulls you south. )

BASICS;

full name: rowan umber. age: thirty-one. gender and pronouns: male, he/him. sexual orientation: heterosexual.  allegiance: to the north, house stark more specifically. 

APPEARANCE;

hair color and style: dark brown, medium-length with curls. if he is out fighting, it does grow long with less distinctive curls.  eye color: blue. height: 6′0″. attire: in the north, there isn’t much to see besides leather and fur. however, as he is traveling down south, he takes on a more noble dressing of the finest materials. they are dark red and brown in color with silver detailing in honor of his house sigil. 

PERSONALITY;

true to his northern roots, he is wary of outsiders. it takes time to earn his trust. being a rather reticent man, he thinks far more than he acts and because of this, he can come off as a bit standoffish at times. 

once his mind is set on something, there is nothing that can change it. this can be particularly frustrating for those around him and it can sometimes get him in trouble. he does not typically listen to the opinions of other people unless he has great respect for them. 

he is incredibly loyal. he does have a sense of honor, seeing as he was trained from a very young age to be put into this role of ruling house umber. his father and those before him have always been loyal to house stark and thus so is he. rowan takes command well and strives to be the best that he can be in representing house umber. 

although he is considered a good man, there is a hint of violence and anger that resides within him. he can be quick-tempered if the situation calls for it. 

BACKGROUND;

considering there are no spots for family within house umber that come before him, i have done a bit of thinking about where he came from. similar to ned umber from the show, i think that he was an orphaned boy alongside his brother at a rather young age. he was thrust into this role far earlier than anyone ever intended. 

because of this, he can be a bit brutish. as a young lord, he had to grow up faster than most. this can lead to him having problems expressing emotion. the loss of his parents affected him deeper than he cares to acknowledge. with that being said, it is hard for him to prioritize anything that is not ruling, serving, or protecting. family sometimes get prioritized below his duty. 

trained at a young age, he has become a talented swordsman. it is one of the first things he turns towards if he is feeling upset. it is an outlet of sorts. 

i might update this at a later time but this is all i got for the time being 

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( emma rigby, she/her ) — high greetings to ruling lady hera of house mooton , th iron maiden. the thirty-one year old is known for being efficient but has the tendency to be domineering too. ( the heavy weight of a sword in your hand, anger unbridled and unable to be tamed, candlelight flicking over maps, a head held high throughout everything ) [ s, 18, est, she/her. ]

hera was a girl once, cheeks pink with naivety and sweetness 

but now she was a woman grown, the girl from long ago was dead

the eldest of three sisters hera always grew up with the weight of maidenpool on her shoulders 

as a house known for matriarchy the mootons certainly weren’t going to cut any corners with their eldest daughter. she grew up learning the finer points of politics and economics every single day. 

but she made a mistake, she fell in love. 

he was a guard in their home, who came from a simple family and had worked his way up to his post. hera was completely enamored. 

what they had was pure and good, until one night he was killed, defending her from invaders at the castle

that night hera swore never to love again, and her promise has been kept up to this point 

hera lost any sense of youth she had and took over her mother’s seat as the ruling lady of maidenpool 

she became a woman known for her shrewd judgement and exacting condemnation

she was good to her people but a terror to those who would dare cross or defy her, or put the people of maidenpool at risk 

most of all she protected her sisters, she ensured they were given to suitable marriages though she herself never married 

she answered to no god nor man. she was her own sovereign. 

when the three mooton sisters stood together rumors swirled of their beauty and intelligence. that they were beyond humans, the crone, the mother, and the maiden. 

just like the crone death followed her, any who would endanger those things and people that she loved swiftly found themselves at the wrong end of an executioner’s block 

but she did not want for violence or destruction, but the peace of her people, and she would sacrifice whatever morality or weight of judgement she had to sustain it 

hera is cold, exacting, intelligent, and deeply serious. she is not a dangerous woman unless you get in the way of her goal. above all other things, even herself, she prioritizes maidenpool. 

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( lorenzo zurzolo, he/him ) — high greetings to lord rennick of house bolton, the dreaded hellhound. the twenty four year old is known for being quick-witted but has the tendency to be callus too. ( parties, women, and wine never truly interest you; it’s war and mischief that you crave. bloody hands and a dangerous voice. you are a beast in human skin. so go on and show them who you are. tell them, tell them all, ‘you should be scared of me.’ ) 

HEY Y’ALL! my name is victoria buuuut feel free to call me vic! I’m super excited to be here with all of you since I’ve been stalking this group for a hot minute now! I’m still working on my other intros so this one isn’t completely finished. dont let it stop you from hittin’ this with a like so I can come IM you to plot tho. lil nic here is my fav so the earlier I can start the ball rolling ideas out for him the better! 

uh, little bolton trigger warning. if you’re familiar with the family and their practices from the series + show make you uneasy, this is your heads up! 

I. STATISTICS

NAME: rennick bolton

NICKNAME(S): nic, renny, ren

ALSO KNOWN AS: the dreaded hellhound 

AGE: twenty four 

TITLE: lord rennick of house bolton

SEAT: the dreadfort

REGION: the north

RELIGION: old gods of the forest

MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral evil  

GENDER: male , he / him

HEIGHT: 5’11

FACE CLAIM: lorenzo zurzolo 

POLITICAL ALLEGIANCE: house bolton, house stark, house targaryen

CULTURE: northmen

SIGIL: a red flayed man, hanging upside-down on a white X-shaped cross, on a black background

WORDS: “our blades are sharp”

II. PERSONALITY

rennick is a clever little lord. cunning, well-spoken, and ambitious. which all sounds good on paper until you really get to know him. then it’s like all of a sudden a light goes out. poof. now you’re truly met with a living personification of what bolton men are truly made of. a self-serving, manipulative, and slightly crazed young man who decides his actions on whatever mood he’s in for the day… although sometimes he just does unspeakable things out of the pureness of his entertainment / curiosity. it’s best not to be around him when he’s experimenting. he learns his best tricks from the tales he reads from books given to him as gifts from across westros that are filled with ideas of how others are treated for treachery. like a child, things like that fascinate him and allow him to have sort of unexpected giddiness from the knowledge he receives from them. 

he’s at his peak when he has blood on his hands.

nic also has a sort of snobbish arrogance about him too. when around the right people, the young lord displays an extreme need for attention and compliments which is the complete opposite of what his father would have liked to see him as. but considering that old hag has passed… nic has taken it upon himself to harbor a pretty large ego that’s attached to him along with how incredibly sadistic he is. 

III. ABOUT

|||. born into this cold cruel world as the youngest bolton and from the moment he began to grow into a boy he had constantly been compared to his brother, royce. a lovely bloody reminder that he’ll always be second to the famous black arrow. the keeper of the dreadfort. hello, childhood resentment. |||. as he grew into a boy (and living in the ominous black pit of his brother’s shadow), little nic took his chances by causing periodic havoc in the dreadfort whenever he wasn’t forced into focusing on his studies or wearing himself out from training. and we’re not talking about little pranks here and there, we’re talking full out mayhem of young nic doing things a little lords should never be doing. think of that kid sid from toy story when he would blow up toys in his backyard for shits and giggle. that was nic. only his torture would be real. pricking stable boys with stolen kitchen knives. skinning rabbits and making little girls watch. setting the hounds loose on those who would wonder out in the yards. the kid was a mess and he’d get the crap beat out of him by his father anytime he got caught. it was never an unusual sight to see the youngest bolton with a bloodied lip or plum-bruised skin after something went horrifically wrong in the dreadfort. |||. after a while nic had gotten used to embarrassing the family name with his little antics, but eventually he grew out of it after growing tired of being questioned as to why he simply couldn’t act more like his brother. and with his sister being shipped off to get married and his time in the north starting to bore him, nic began his interest in other matters such as conducting the fate of those imprisoned at the castle and inflicting pain there rather on them than on others. we call this growth. now all this energy fills to those who personally deserve it. |||. ( to be continued cos ya girl has two other intros to post ) 

IV. AESTHETIC

icy snow, black dobermans, steel chains, carving knives, heavy iron, sweet pomegranates, tender bruised skin, a sinister smile, scraped knuckles, mouth full of blood, cuts on your knees, the chill of the wind on goose-fleshed skin, the slash of a sword, the heat of a burning fire, a lonely corridor with the shadow of someone watching you, deafening screams, peeling of skin, black fur to keep you warm at night, long winters, legendary stories you’ve heard a thousand times over, climbing trees, drunk of wine, the feeling of victory as a life ends in your hands, the words ‘please, sir, mercy’ going through one ear and out the other

V. WANTED CONNECTIONS

|||. his own person confidant: |||. a past/current lover: |||. enemies, lord knows he has a few of them: 

VI.PINTEREST

rennick bolton

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[salvationpassed]

high greetings to lady leona of house botley, the pearl of the ironborn, the spared,the maiden of the sea. the 28 year old is known for being insightful but has the tendency to be irritable too. ( the emptiness in lordsport. guilt when their names are spoken, the feeling of the sea breeze through chestnut locks,a smile fair but hardly seen, a longing for once was)

tw: drowning, sibling death, depression

heyyyy I’m hannah!!!! est she/her 18 all that stuff lol and im ssoooo excited to give you guys my lil ironborn pearl Leona!!

the story of Lady Leona

Leona was the middle child of lord botley, the younger to petyr and the elder to waltyr.

Only a year younger than petyr they had been close since her birth, he’d play with her even if he thought the games were silly or childish he did it no matter what

her father tried to instill a sense of iron in his only daughter and for a while he thought he failed, that she would remain the pretty faced and innocent child he had but with age the girl became a woman to be proud of in her fathers eyes.

with the sea around her, Leona grew to love the sounds of the port and the feeling of the sea beneath her grew into her going on ships constantly with her siblings, the three of them gone for weeks at a time.

three years ago it’s the same but Leona is forced to stay inland, a potential suitor for Lord Botley’s only daughter was to visit and she needed to stay behind. Its the decision that changes not only Leona but the entire course of the House of Botley.

 the next days go by until Leona’s prayers to the drowned gods seem to be answered when word finally reaches lordsport, Petyr and Waltyr never reached their destination nor had they sent word either to their Lord Father or the people awaiting them.

this changed everything and for the next three years, she prayed they would return that she could go back

quickly Leona became the focus of the House of Botley’s future. the childish games and running off to run by the docks with her brothers were all gone. a distant memory.

three years passed and the once innocent and carefree lady was now cold, quiet and tried to remain closed off, not wanting the pain she had experienced ever to repeat itself again.

extras

leona dresses like any lady would, or should, in her mother’s idea.

she’s extremely bright and knows more than the lack of height and soft features let on.

iron and salt run through her veins, the waves are pictured in her eyes her father coined the pearl of the iron islands but it caught on as she got closer to the age of betrothal.

she feels the pressure of an entire house on her shoulders while coming into the capital, she had stopped sailing three years prior and with the entire trip the now twenty-nine year old is more irritable than before and yet she stands in Kings Landing trying to bring another joyous attendee to the festivities

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( danielle campbell, she/her ) — here ye, here ye, behold the lady of winterfell, ryella stark née frey. the twenty-four year old is known for being gentle but has the tendency to be timid too, which should be expected of the grey lady. ( you disappear in a room full of people, just as you’ve learned to do to survive. scars litter your skin to tell a tale of a more than troubled childhood. you have suffered and feared for the worst in an initially loveless marriage. yet time has passed and you have finally found comfort in one you never expected to love you or love in return. )

TRIGGERS: miscarriage, depression, postpartum

about me:

I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.

Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.

discord is thrift store hobbit#5805

basics:

Name: Lady Ryella Alys Stark, née Frey, of Winterfell House: Frey (by blood) & Stark (by marriage) Age: 24

personality:

Ryella has never been someone that one would describe as brave. Fact of the matter is, not many people would know just how to describe her. Not because she is any sort of enigma, but merely due to the fact that she’s never been able to stand out in a crowd. But then, perhaps that’s been by choice. She’s always been fairly shy, after all. It takes time to get to know her, to learn how to move aside the curtain to find the truly kind and gentle girl hiding just behind it. Effort most don’t seem to deem worthy of their time.

quick facts:

This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts

married to Henrik Stark

they have a beautiful 3 month old daughter named Arya

he truly is the love of her life, despite how rocky they may have started off

dubbed the Grey Lady due to her ability to disappear like a ghost

honestly one of the gentlest people out there

like, she is hella soft once you get past her initial shyness

a few weeks before her wedding to Henrik, he was meant to visit House Frey in order to finalize everything

he sent his twin in his place as a sort of test

 only after the short visit had concluded did Ryella send a letter to to the real Henrik asking if he was alright 

as she assumed his brother had been in his place due to illness

she simply hadn’t said anything at the time, as she didn’t wish to embarrass him or his family so close to the wedding

suffice to say she passed their little test

background:

Eldest of two, Ryella is the only daughter born to the ruling lord of House Frey. Even from a young age, she knew her main purpose in this life was to be married off in order to buy some sort of alliance with another house. This knowledge, however early it came, never made the socialization aspect of her life any easier. Ever the timid spirit, she was far more content to keep herself hidden in the shadows of a room. Happier to hold her tongue than risk speaking up only to say the wrong thing, or worse, to make no sound at all. It seemed that for all she made up in looks, her skittish nature made her undesirable as a wife. Were it not for a needed bond between the house of Frey and Stark, who knows if she ever would have wed. 

Ryella was fourteen when a betrothal between herself and Lord Henrik of House Stark was put into motion. However, it wouldn’t be until four years later that the wedding would actually occur, due to complications caused by the death of Henrik’s father. After nearly three years of discussions and hammering out the details of the agreement, the betrothal was finally set back into motion. In order to help the future couple get to know one another a bit better, Ryella was sent to stay in Winterfell for about a month. The first few days together were spent in near complete silence, neither one speaking in an otherwise empty room. Then the weather took a turn for the worst, the cold seeping into the young lady’s bones even with a roaring fire. 

The chill was a blessing in disguise. One moment Ryella was trembling in her chair, and in the next she was covered in more blankets than she could count. It seemed that Henrik had noticed the girl’s trembling even as she’d kept herself quiet. Finally their silence was broken as she uttered a soft ‘thank you.’ The first of many words that would follow, as the two seemed to grow close after that initial ice breaker. It was an unlikely match, but one that the Frey was more than grateful to have been blessed with, as she knew she was amongst the lucky.

Luck, however, has a strange way of shifting when needed most. After her wedding to Henrik at eighteen (he was twenty-two), the couple had difficulty in conceiving a child. A misfortune that followed them for the first three years of their marriage. Sadly, even when they did manage a pregnancy, fate was still against them. Ryella suffered an early miscarriage, and with that came a depression that sometimes haunts her even now. Henrik was supportive, of course, mourning the loss with her while doing everything he could to assure her that there was no blame to be had in what happened. 

The years that followed were difficult. Yes, Ryella wanted to give her beloved husband a child, but fear of another loss seemed to stand in her way. It took months before she could get into the mood to make love. Even then, she couldn’t stop the sense of guilt that followed. Guilt worsened by the return of their inability to conceive. The fact was, even if Henrik refused to lay blame for all that had happened, Ryella believed it was somehow her fault. That there must have been something wrong with her.

It was a belief proven wrong when she grew pregnant for the second at age twenty-three. The first few months were filled with a terror she’d never known. Ryella prayed daily for the baby, and rarely ever left Henrik’s side for fear she’d simply crumble without his presence. The relief she felt the day Arya was born couldn’t be expressed in mere words. She would deem it a miracle, her sweet baby girl a gift she never thought she’d receive. Until then Ryella had listed her wedding as her happiest moment. She’d never been so glad to be proven wrong. Even now, three months later, one could easily catch her staring at the infant in disbelief. 

tags:

☙🕯❧ better keep my eyes wide open // visage ☙🕯❧  they keep screaming louder and louder // musings ☙🕯❧  your heart beats like a marching drum // playlist ☙🕯❧  we all got nightmares in our dreams // aesthetic ☙🕯❧  i have cold blood even in a sweater // wardrobe ☙🕯❧  i can hear your heart beating on the bars // physique ☙🕯❧  started saying if you can’t hide run // moodboard ☙🕯❧  i tell them my story it’s never enough // about ☙🕯❧  everybody’s been talking believe it or not // mention ☙🕯❧  and words got shorter quiet got longer // conversations ☙🕯❧  i don’t wanna fight // meme ☙🕯❧  gonna leave it behind // answered ☙🕯❧  wild heart // ooc

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