#westeros.intro

[morewoe]

lady myranda karstark of karhold

the crows in the garden are laughing at my expense // drowning out all the lies that I might have told instead

  statistics… 

# basic information.

official  name:  myranda karstark.  nicknames:  myra.  noble  title:  lady of karhold.  date  of  birth:  first day of the twelfth moon. age:  26.  birthplace:  unknown.  home:  karhold.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  cis female.  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  pansexual, demiromantic.  monikers:  the ghost of karhold.  languages:  the common tongue, can read high valyrian.  accent:  northern, clipped and cold. a lower tone than one would assume by first looking at her, and quiet in unknown company.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  anna popplewell.  ethnicity:  andal and first men.  hair:  dark brown, in the way of tree bark, twisting and curled and knotted and wrapped around her like protection. tight ringlets that reach her lower back, though kept in a deceptively tight braid most of the time.  eyes:  ice blue, often in a faraway stare or darting to and from exits and loud noises.  height:  five foot three inches.  build:  an unexpected strength, mostly from hauling books from library to room and back.  scent:  lavender, from the soap she favours. strong enough that it leaves a trail in her wake.  dominant  hand:  ambidextrous, writes mostly with her right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  a long thin scar up her left calf, from where a branch cut her while riding.  distinguishing  features:  eyes as cold as winter ice, above dark smudges that tell of sleepless nights.  clothing  style:  simple, but high quality. dark and heavy fabrics are favoured for the way they sit against her skin. a simple chain around her neck, that sits just below her collarbone. a single iron ring on her left hand, that she spins around her finger when nervous.

# personality.

label:   the shadow, the ghost, the changeling child.   mbti:   infp.   enneagram:   3w4.   element:   air.   star   sign:   sagittarius.   temperament:   melancholic.   character   inspirations:   middle children, changelings, a heavy sense of debt that weighs on the soul.   deadly   sin:   envy.   heavenly   virtue:   diligence.   godly   parent:   thoth (egyptian pantheon).

# drives.

hobbies:  reading, writing, horse riding.  religion:  the old gods, a devout follower.  alliance:  the north.  personal goals:  a family of her own, a safe space to land, someone to see her.  would they choose family or power?  family, over everything, including herself.

# familial ties.

parent one:  ruling lord karstark.  relationship:  idolisation.  parent two:  ruling lady karstark. relationship:  idolisation.  sibling:  older and younger sibling. relationship:  myranda feels herself somewhat lost in the family, not the heir and not the youngest. she does not mind, not terribly, but has made her feel like she should take a step back.  other:  alaric mormont. relationship:  close friend and confidant, pen pal, love, a mystery to her

#  narrative...

a   curious   child,   always   first   into   the   unknown,   whether   it   was   into   the   darkest   corners   of   the   library   or   into   the   woods,   far   from   prying   eyes.   there   were   always   whispers,   though.   a   sad   child,   and   angry   girl.   always   listening,   always   thinking,   always   scheming,   whether   it   was   for   something   as   meaningless   as   sneaking   a   second   dessert   from   the   kitchen,   to   lying   about   when   she'd   return   from   a   ride. a   bane   of   the   house,   lurking   in   a   shadow,   rushing   about   a   corner.   she   rarely   played,   preferring   to   watch   from   the   sides,   as   though   she   was   learning   how   to   be   from   the   other   children.   where   was   she   from?   karhold,   of   course.   any   attempt   to   suggest   otherwise   was   met   with   a   blank   stare.   her   parents?   Lord   and   Lady   Karstark.   She   would   die   for   them.   Certainly,   she   would   allow   the   realm   to   go   to   ruin   for   them.   whether   or   not   she   loves   in   the   same   way   as   others   do,   she   loves   fully,   and   without   question.

she   travels   to   king's   landing   with   a   simple   mission   given   to   her,   to   find   a   match   that   advances   their   house.   myranda   has   a   personal   mission,   in   line   with   what   her   father   has   told   her,   but   slightly   to   the   left.   a   family,   one   of   her   own,   one   she   does   not   have   to   worry   about   discarding   her,   about   leaving   her   behind.   something   of   her   own.   of   course,   that   is   easier   said   and   done.   her   slightly   stilted   manners   are   less   obvious   in   the   north,   but   surrounded   by   the   flowery   courtiers   she   feels   out   of   place,   half   the   ghost   she   had   been   in   her   youth.

# wanted  connections.

westerosi   book   club:    friends.

with   hours   upon   hours   spent   in   the   red   keep's   library,   she's   bound   to   make   friends.   those   just   as   enamoured   by   books   as   she,   who   is   willing   to   spend   time   listening   to   her   rave   about   her   latest   read,   while   she   listens   in   turn.   perhaps   the   friendship   goes   deeper,   leaves   the   library   doors.

more tba

# random headcanons.

Has a lil greensight when she's nice and cozy with the weirwood trees. these dreams make 0 sense without context and even she mostly just thinks shes a lil crazy so she doesn't talk extensively about it, especially not to southerners

not a swordsman by any stretch of the imagination, but does know very basic self defence and keeps a dagger on her person at most times, though she mostly uses it as a tool

has an aversion to rosemary, and cannot explain it at all

autistic. her childhood was basically learning how to mask to become what she thinks of as a proper lady.

The Garden by the Crane Wives. That is all. Just... That song.

was crowned queen of love and beauty by alaric mormont at lady tyrell's name day joust

[ofdutyx]

lee jae wook,  twenty-nine,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  OLYVAR  of  house  HOUSE  PAEGE,  the  LORD  of  HARRENHAL.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CONTEMPLATIVE  and  ANXIOUS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  hunting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  the weight of dread sitting heavily upon shoulders when thinking of the future ; the rich smell of old books on a dusty shelf ; fog lingering on the horizon ; a thunderstorm at the end of a beautiful day ; a sturdy wall slowly crumbling over time. 

# basic information. official  name:  olyvar paege.  nicknames:  oly.  noble  title:  lord of harrenhal.  date  of  birth:  april 5th.  age:  twenty nine.  birthplace:  harrenhal, riverlands.  home:  harrenhal, riverlands.  nationality:  rivermen.  gender:  cis man.  pronouns:  he/him.  orientation:  bisexual.  monikers:  the silent storm.  languages:  common ; a few words of valyrian.  accent:  speaks in soft, low tones. little emotion in his words.

# physical information. faceclaim:  lee jae wook.  ethnicity:  andal.  hair:  black.  eyes:  dark brown.  height:  6'2.  build:  athletic, moderately muscled.  scent:  woodsy.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  a few minor ones from childhood scuffles and hunting accidents.  distinguishing  features:  his often emotionless face.  clothing  style:  muted, earthy colors. he doesn't care for flashy pieces, instead option for things that are easy to wear, functional, and simple.

# personality. label:   the stoic.   mbti:   istj.   enneagram:   the reformer.   element:   earth.   star   sign:   capricorn.   temperament:   extremely mild.   character   inspirations:   tbd.   deadly   sin:   envy.   heavenly   virtue:   diligence.   godly   parent:   anubis.

# drives. hobbies:  hunting, fishing, reading, stress cleaning. attempting to marry his siblings ( and himself ) off to someone wealthy.  religion:  faith of the seven.  alliance:  his family.  personal goals:  find a way to get his family out of their severe debt, no matter the cost.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

parent one:  ruling lord samwell paege.  relationship:  tbd.  parent two:  ruling lady catelyn paege nee blackwood. relationship:  tbd.  older sibling:  lord/lady/liege utp paege. relationship:  tbd. twin: lord/lady/liege utp paege. relationship: tbd. younger sibling:  myrcella paege. relationship:  tbd. 

# narrative.

tbd. but a VERY quick summary: stressed out, anxious fella who is trying his hardest to secure himself and his siblings strong ( aka wealthy ) marriages to ensure house paege doesn't lose everything they have. he has little time for fun when he's too busy scheming how to save the family funds. ( or lack there of ).

# wanted  connections.

the betrothal:   romantic / political.  TEMP ON HOLD.

someone ( any gender ) who has recently accepted a betrothal from olyvar. they need to be from a family that has a good amount of fortune, as his whole reason for rushing to marry is to ensure his family restores their wealth. ideally, i would love for them to eventually have a love marriage, but it will likely start off as solely political.

a thing of the past:   former romantic partner.  

olyvar always prided himself on being a virtuous man. he did not venture into the realm of debauchery--until your muse came along. this muse was the first of many things for olyvar, though for whatever reason ( we'll discuss the deets ), the pair ended up calling off their situationship. open to any gender.

two peas in a pod:   best friend.  

anxiety tw: i'd love for olyvar to have a best friend very opposite of him. someone loud, social, and essentially everything oly is not. it would be nice if this friend was really good at handling oly's anxious moments, as he often has to handle any anxiety attacks alone out of fear of embarrassing his family. any gender and preferably from the riverlands!

just not good enough:   failed betrothal.  

olyvar and his family said no to a proposal from your muse/their house lol. your muse's house was simply not rich enough to waste a marriage on. this denial has caused a bit of bad blood between oly/the paege house and your muse/their house. any gender.

[steelfyre]

࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         rege jean page,  35,  demi man,  he / they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  trystane  of  house  tyrell,  the  hand of the queen & heir of highgarden.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  erudite  and  cynical  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  reading and botany.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a rose dipped in gold , refusing to wilt no matter how many petals are pulled from its stem ; hours passing by as you lose yourself in the worlds and histories inscribed on the book's pages ; a secret garden protected by tall walls , it is there that you have learned to reside with your heart hidden amongst the flora ; the prodigal son , for so long unaware of the title bestowed , emerging from the shadows , intent on reclaiming what is his.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

basic information.

official name: trystane tyrell. nickname: trys. noble title: heir of highgarden , hand of the queen. date of birth: april 26th. age: thirty-five. birthplace: highgarden , the reach. home: highgarden but currently lives in king's landing. nationality: westerosi. gender: demi man. pronouns: he / they. orientation: bisexual , biromantic. monikers: none. languages: fluent in the common tongue , conversational in high valyrian and some low valyrian dialects. accent: a steady , gentle tone infused with warmth.

physical information.

faceclaim: rege jean page. ethnicity: andal. hair: black , cut short. eyes: a dark and warm brown. height: six feet , five inches. build: tall , strong and sturdy. scent: floral. dominant hand: right. allergies: none. scars: one on the left side of his neck and another on his left upper back, received during the attack on highgarden. distinguishing features: his imposing stature and warm eyes. clothing style: fashionable with a preference for the styles for the reach , favors the greens and golds of his house but often couples pops of the vibrant colors with more neutral shades such as browns and grays.

personality.

positive: erudite ,  benevolent ,  dutiful , observant ,  truehearted , diplomatic. negative: cynical ,  mistrustful ,  self-sacrificing , bitter , reticent , insecure. label: the bibliophile , the prodigal son , the gentle giant. mbti: intp - the logician. enneagram: 5w6 , the problem solver. element: earth. star sign: taurus. temperament: phlegmatic. moral alignment: lawful good. deadly sin: pride. heavenly virtue : diligence , temperance. godly parent: demeter.

drives.

hobbies: reading , botany , gardening , book collecting , research , traveling. religion: faith of the seven. alliance: house tyrell. personal goals: to continue prove himself as a worthy heir and council member. to keep his family and the reach safe from the dragons' schemes. to fall in love. would they choose family or power?: family without question.

familial ties.

father: ruling lord garth tyrell. relationship: father and son share a close bond. despite attempts to put a wedge between them, lord garth's faith in his heir has remained steadfast, forgiveness given upon prodigal son's return. mother: ruling lady alyna tyrell neé graceford , deceased. relationship: gone before any memory could be forged but the ghost is not forgotten. stepmother: ruling lady victaria tyrell neé tbd. relationship: once considered a trusted mentor and the closest thing to a mother they ever had, now there is only hatred - diligently kept unspoken for the sake of peace at home. trystane will never trust her again. sister: lady alysane tyrell. relationship: there is nothing they wouldn't do for their favorite sister. her happiness and safety is of great importance to them. his truest and most trusted confidant. half-brother: lord elras tyrell. relationship: tba. half-sister: lord/lady/liege utp tyrell. relationship: tba. cousins: house graceford. relationship: having spent half his childhood growing up alongside the family, he holds them dear.

history.

trystane possessed no memory of his mother, only a babe when the gods took her, but the stories his mother's family told them painted a picture of a kind woman who had adored her son, particularly after initially struggling to conceive a child, and was surely watching over them. his aunt, the heir of house graceford, and his maternal grandmother decided it would be their responsibility to watch over their grandson since lady alyna could not. either his aunt or grandmother ensured at least one of them were present in highgarden, overseeing trystane's upbringing.

all was well in highgarden until lord garth remarried. lady victaria, after working so hard to marry the tyrell lord, wasn't pleased that her firstborn wouldn't be the one to inherit highgarden. the fact that alyna's ghost haunted the halls ( a portrait still hanging, her relatives a constant presence in the castle ) didn't help. and garth loved his son. as soon as trystane was old enough, their father allowed his son to shadow his meetings and accompany him on any diplomatic travels. the father and son would often go riding together or simply sit in silence in the garden, reading and discussing books. victaria attempted to ingratiate herself, fashioning herself as a mother figure to the heir. she might've viewed trystane as too gentle, too benevolent but that could eventually be crushed. only trystane's grandmother and aunt stood in the way. they didn't believe the new lady of highgarden had good intentions. thus, a silent war over who would have influence over the highgarden heir began.

trystane's longstanding closeness with their maternal relatives granted them an initial advantage. when they suggested that trys spend some time at holyhall there was no reason for garth to refuse. every year, trystane would spend a handful of months with their cousins, being raised alongside them as if they were additional siblings and under the watchful eye of his grandmother. the gracefords encouraged him to not sacrifice his kind heart and remain true to himself, which proved a sharp contrast to their stepmother who constantly tried to get him to toughen up.

a downside to their kindness, however, was that in his youth trys wished to see the best in all. he genuinely believed that his stepmother, like his grandmother and aunt, was only doing what she thought was the best. they tried impressing her with his sharp mind but it never seemed enough. he felt guilty that they couldn't bring himself to meet her expectations, a guilt victaria, once recognizing it, began taking advantage of. the first step was pulling trys away from the gracefords, convincing him that the heir should spend most of his time at highgarden, and then once distance was established, she began feeding them poor advice. lord garth had started entrusting his son with more responsibilities and initially trystane thrived, his mind aiding him well, but then, believing his stepmother was only trying to help, began stumbling. victaria feigned innocence whenever questions were posed to her, claiming trystane was refusing to heed her advice.

with tensions growing in highgarden, lady victaria suggested that trystane, four and twenty at the time, take some time away from the reach to clear his head. still believing her advice was well meant, trystane agreed. they traveled on and off for almost six years. he returned to highgarden every now and then but never for long - oblivious to how their stepmother seemed to always be pushing for him to leave again. the frequent letters that trystane dutifully penned, wanting to keep their family informed and ensure their return wasn't needed, were "accidentally" lost and none of his father's missives reached him. so the young lord remained unaware of the growing frustrations, particularly from his father.

garth tyrell, however, refused to give up on his son no matter how angry he grew at trystane's actions. it didn't mean the ruling lady didn't try, gathering a few supporters to her side, particularly as more years passed. eventually it was his graceford relatives who alerted them of the growing trouble at home. one of their cousins located him in essos and told him all that had been transpiring in his absence. immediately, trystane returned home.

a mixed reaction greeted him when they rode through the gates of highgarden. his stepmother quietly displeased when she learned this return wasn't temporary while his father torn between elation and anger. but trystane swore that they'd make up for his absence, prove himself worthy once again of his father's praise and trust.

in the five years since his return, trystane did just that. he dedicated himself fully to his duties as heir, mending relationships with vassal houses who'd grown to question him and showing that he was not only capable but the correct choice to one day hold the seat of highgarden. any influence victaria tyrell had once held over him vanished. in the eyes of the law she'd done nothing wrong but never again would trystane trust her. when he needed advice, he sought out his father or his aunt. there was also a clear change in trystane. the jovial, trusting, and open man was gone, replaced by a far quieter one who was hesitant to trust many, worrying that they too would betray or manipulate him, beyond a small circle of friends. and despite earning a position on the small council as the master of laws in 849 A.C. and their recent promotion to hand, he still sometimes doubted his abilities due to his failure to see through his stepmother's manipulations. however, he kept such doubts well hidden, remaining committed to continuing proving himself worthy.

headcanons.

trystane is not a fighter in the traditional sense. he can wield a sword but he isn't anywhere near the most skilled nor does he enjoy sword fighting. it's nothing more than a necessary skill they must know as a precaution. he has never taken part in a joust or melee, and has no intentions to.

an avid reader. he has brought about a large amount of growth in highgarden's library over the years, many of which he brought home from his travels in essos, and is constantly on the look for more books. due to the citadel being so close in oldtown and trys always looking to learn more, he has visited the institution often to learn from the maesters and explore their library.

one of his favorite areas of study is botany. if he isn't in the library or his office, odds are that trystane is in the gardens or even out in the fields overseeing the harvest. they like seeing what new flower variations he can grow based on his research.

he looks up to his father very much. he is immensely relieved that their relationship has mended and that he has regained his father's trust.

like their father, trystane is wary of the targaryens but he knows better than to mention it. he's relieved that his position on the council will grant him the ability to watch over his sister once she marries into the royal family.

his years of travel brought him all across westeros before he sailed across the narrow sea. he loved essos and spent a large amount of time in each city learning about the culture, history, and people.

the pressure for him to marry has steadily been growing but his worries about choosing the wrong spouse has made him hesitate.

has a very strong sense of duty and justice.

was almost killed during the the attack on highgarden. while they escaped with their life, they still bear the scars of the attack and aren't entirely certain that they weren't specifically targeted, strengthening their guardedness.

despite his mistrustfulness, trystane remains a kind soul. his heart is large and he doesn't hesitate to exchange his hand to those in need. he is more cautious to those he shows their heart to, but no one can deny the benevolence that dictates the heir's actions. some might view it as a weakness but trys continues holding fast to it rather than letting the world corrupt him as it has others.

wanted connections. | established connections.

[nevcrmine]

announcing  the  arrival  of  SELIN  of  house  MARTELL,  the  PRINCESS  of  SUNSPEAR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  VISIONARY  and  INDULGENT  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  painting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  bare skin on sun drenched balconies; a warmth that burns and consumes if wallowed in too long / whispers in the dead of night; as intangible and fleeting as the breeze, gone when you awaken fully / the ache of potential when it catches in your throat; you see their folly but they do not see you.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

# basic information.

official  name:  selin (pronounced celine).  nicknames:  sel.  noble  title:  princess of sunspear.  date  of  birth:  17th day of the eight month.  age:  30.  birthplace and home:  sunspear.  nationality:  dornish.  gender:  cis woman.   pronouns:  she/her.   orientation:  biromantic bisexual.  monikers:  the desert rose, crimson mirage, the kiss of dorne.  languages:  common tongue, high valyrian, some rhoynish phrases, a smattering of braavosi, lyseni, and volantene.   accent:  very clearly dornish. her speech cadence is slightly musical with a casual command of language that feels effortless, yet sharp and biting underneath.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  deniz baysal. hair:  dark brown, very long and either loosely braided or cascading wildly over her shoulders.  eyes: brown.  height:  five feet, seven inches.   build:  slender, athletic.  scent:  jasmine, orange blossom, and incense.  dominant  hand:  right.   allergies:  none.  scars:  a couple along her hands from childhood lessons on handling weapons.  distinguishing  features:  exceptionally long hair and a large, bright smile.   clothing  style:  flowing silk dresses that mirror the colors of life in dorne: vibrant reds, sunset oranges, deep golds. she adorns herself in jewelry shaped like snakes, suns, and roses. her shoulders are often bare and she always appears a little undone, but intentionally so.

# personality.

label:  the painted viper.   mbti:  enfp.   enneagram:  4w3 - the aristocrat.   element:  fire.    star   sign:  leo.    temperament:   sanguine-choleric (fun-loving, charismatic, social, passionate/strong-willed, ambitious, temperamental, strategic when needed).  character   inspirations:   oberyn martell, dorian gray, éowyn, princess jasmine.   deadly   sin:   lust & pride.   heavenly   virtue:   diligence & charity.    godly   parent:   dionysus + apollo.

# drives.

hobbies:  painting, astronomy, dancing, gambling, storytelling, spear combat. religion:  faith of the seven, but not devout in the slightest. alliance:  tbd.  personal goals:  living up to the Martell name while still carving out her own identity, proving herself equally as capable as her siblings in the eyes of her father + the elders.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

father:  prince doran martell. mother:  princess carynne martell. eldest sister:  sabriye. elder brother:  tbd. sand half-sibling:  tbd. spouse: n/a.

# narrative.

The youngest and final daughter within the house of the sun.

Treasured. Beloved. Overlooked.

Her youth was spent watching snakes sun themselves on stone walls. She chased her siblings through palm gardens, heard her mother's silk slippers slap across the floors, and knew from her first breath that she was royalty. Adored and fawned over, spoiled beyond imagination, yet highly aware of the expectations placed upon her from a tender age: to be clever and deadly if she wanted to keep her place. In Dorne, being borne a girl did not make Selin any softer or less valuable than her siblings, particularly when her sister stood first in line to ascend the throne.

A role she never appeared to want, but one Selin covets.

Raised to value loyalty to her bloodline above almost all else, from a young age she garnered a devotion to protecting the family's honor, reputation, and ambitions foremost. Some tutelage absorbed into her skin, other lessons have rolled off like beads of sweat under the unforgiving Dornish sun. A true Martell, she possesses an inner fire–– bold, spirited, impulsive, and deeply unapologetic for being herself. Self worth is never a question to behold for the Desert Rose.

With such confidence, she embraces Dorne’s open attitudes fully. Where others see limits, Selin only views beauty and possibility... in affairs, parties, feasts, art, life. She paints, she dreams, she seduces; all threads weaving her deep inner vision of what the world could be, not merely self-indulgent for the sake of it. There is a joy in living for the pleasure of magnificent things, intoxicating people, and experiences that heighten the senses. It creates a personal magnetism, it makes her witty and quick to laugh, or passionate in ways that both inspire and terrify.

Because underneath the silks and smiles, there is undeniable venom.

Like a desert storm, her emotions immediately turn violent and volatile if she’s wronged, insulted, or dismissed–– intentionally or otherwise. And forgiveness is hard earned by those outside of her immediate family. Capable of wielding a blade or poison when necessary, she might prefer pleasure and merriment, but she deeply understands the art of war and observes ongoing political discourse from the corners. Unfortunately it is this duality which hinders her claim to be taken seriously by the older generation, who still deem her too reckless and youthful to handle "real" matters.

All of the affairs and indulgence do not speak to her capabilities as a leader, but they bend how others view Selin. Her father especially. Doran greatly loves and exalts his youngest, but her unpredictability terrifies him. Where he places full faith in her eldest sister, Sabriye, as the calm source of logic, he doesn’t trust Selin not to bring emotion-driven upheaval into a delicate game of strategy.

Eternally burning with a desire to prove herself, she's now taken on her decadent lifestyle in a partial act of rebellion. Since the powers that be will not consider her a worthwhile voice in their courts then she will do as she pleases, reputation and disapproval be damned. If a coddled role is the one set out for her, then she will make it their problem, now and always. Perhaps it's merely a way to soothe the gnawing ache of not being enough, of never reaching their approval.

[theysigh]

࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ   ⁝ announcing  the  arrival  of  DAPHNE  of  house  MALLISTER,  the  LADY  of  SEAGARD.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  VIVACIOUS  and  MANIPULATIVE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  music.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  eyes the color of purple on the sunset + which stare burning holes into the back of your head ; the lilting voice of an unlikely angel echoing through empty hallways + angel she has never been in all but music ; the painted imagery of a happy young girl staring in a mirror + hidden from the reflection is a dagger held in her grasp.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

basics : a woman of a petite frame who stands just below five feet and one inch , she is an image of valyrian beauty -- lineage a secret to none . her eyes are the color of the purple orchid , hair a pale gold with scattered strands of paler silver - the second youngest of the mallister dragonseeds . she remains unmarried and unbetrothed , for now .

envy was not something that daphne ever had much use for , her beauty was renowned throughout the riverlands - not just seagard . but beauty was not everything she treasured , for her song was like the siren's of old . entrancing those lucky enough to listen .

her songs brought her joy , along with the admiring stares of those around her . it's angelic sound masked her vile temper and vicious tongue . ah yes , the maiden of seagard was every bit the fire-y dragon in all but name .

lovely were the years she spent in that time between girlhood and maiden years , before she had been too tainted by her own vanity . when she merely needed the company of the neighboring ladies to keep her content .

mask she wears daily , others believing her to be as sweet as her visage makes her appear . unknown to them she has ambitions of her own , ambitions which may yet prove fruitful in the light of targaryen discontent .

[ravasz]

. ⭒ ❅ — stories  of  muffled sounds of laughter behind closed doors, the feeling of being watched, talking too loud and too fast, frost bitten autumn leaves, hurried steps on marble floors.

basic information.

official  name:  martyn stark.  noble  title:  lord of winterfell.  date  of  birth: 18th day of the eighth moon  age:  29.  birthplace:  unknown.  home:  winterfell, westeros.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  demi man.  pronouns:  he/they.  orientation:  pansexual panromantic.  monikers:  the winter sun.  languages:  common.  accent:  northern.

physical information.

faceclaim:  brenton thwaites.  ethnicity:  the first men.  hair:  brown.  eyes:  brown.  height:  five foot eight inches.  build: athletic.  scent:  sandalwood, cherry and vanilla.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies: pollen. neurological conditions: hand tremors as a result of the lake incident.  scars: stab wound over their left hip after the highgarden attack, one over their right eyebrow after a childhood accident, a couple over their arms and legs from when they broke some bones falling off their horse.  distinguishing  features:  glint of mischief in their eyes, constantly searching for an opportunity to annoy someone, a distinct smirk on their face whenever they’re getting yelled at.  clothing  style:  the usual northern aesthetic with softer shades of blue and grey, though Martyn does prefer to venture outside of the box sometimes, wearing more elaborate embroidery, with long tunics that go just under their knees and almost serving as a skirt, belts fastened around their waist for a more feminine silhouette.

personality.

positive traits: bold, observant, intelligent. negative traits: selfish, stubborn, manipulative. label:   the jester.   mbti:   estp.   enneagram:   the enthusiast.   element:   fire.   star   sign:   leo.   temperament:   sanguine.   moral alignment:   chaotic good.   character   inspirations:   roman roy (succession), dandelion (witcher), eddie munson (stranger things). deadly   sin:   lust.   heavenly   virtue:   prudence.   godly   parent(s):   apollo, loki. developmental disabilities: ADHD.

drives.

hobbies:  poetry, singing, drawing.  religion:  the old gods.  alliance:  the north.  personal goals:  tbd.  would they choose family or power? family.

familial ties.

parent one:  ruling lord jon stark, deceased. parent two:  dowager  lady  leona  stark  neé  karstark. spouse:  n/a.  sibling one:  ruling lord theon stark. sibling two: anya stark.  sibling three: raya stark.  good sister: ruling lady shirei stark neé manderly. niece: lyanna stark. nephew: benjen stark.

direwolf.

name: dusk. fur color: copper with some grey and white. eye color: amber

Much like his owner, Dusk is never in his expected place, running off as soon as he loses interest in any situation whatsoever. Martyn had never expected him to be anything different, their bond only strengthening each time they find their way back to each other again. Many a times has Dusk helped the young lord play pranks on others, and even though Martyn knows well that a direwolf is the farthest from a toy, they both seem to find amusement in their games together. He is loyal, intelligent, and though he might not be the strongest out of the other direwolves, he finds a way around any obstacle without any help needed.

rumors.

It was a bloodthirsty ironborn (with a description very similar to a certain lady of house Harlaw) that stabbed Martyn at the attack on Highgarden - she actually saved his life

Martyn and Elira Dayne have had a very tempestuous courtship of scandalous dances, hushed whispers, soft laughs, and heated arguments - they're just fucking around playing pretend cuz it's fun lmao

(gore tw) Despite his reluctance for combat and participating in jousts, Martyn showed an impressive display of ferocity at the attack on Highgarden defending his family, some have even been witness to him biting one of his attackers, tearing flesh and having blood dripping out of his mouth, mirroring his direwolf stalking beside him - this is actually true

At the age of twenty, Martyn and Alaric Mormont were asked to stop pursuing their budding romance, it is unclear whether they have or haven't - yeah this is also true

headcanons.

Voice of an angel, can play the lute quite well.

They're not the best at close combat. That said, their fighting style focuses on agility rather than strength, with double short swords and daggers. Ever since the attacks in Highgarden, they'd been practicing a lot more. Their proficiency would be in archery.

Their body temperature is very cold, they gotta be warmed up by hugs i fear...

Speaking of, after the accident they were bedbound for a couple of weeks, and their direwolf Dusk, known for running away a lot, had instead stayed by his bedside the whole time, curling up around him and giving him some of his warmth.

They are terrified of open water and swimming. They always ask for their baths to be scorching hot, and they need help from staff to do something as minuscule as washing their hair. They don't talk about this, or the accident in the lake, but there definitely are rumors going around about it.

The only things that don't make them instantly petrified as soon as they touch water are the hot springs in the godswood of winterfell which, whenever he's home, he visits frequently.

Has been to the Wall before when his father threatened to send him to join the Night's Watch so that he'll learn how to behave properly. Has been beyond the Wall as well, but only for about an hour or so.

They have a sweet tooth. Always seen munching on cakes and tarts and whatnot.

His swords are named: Frostfang and Winter's Dawn

history.

trigger warning: cold water/ice exposure, hypothermia, parental death 

As second son to the ruling lord of Winterfell, Martyn had been brought up just like any other member of the noble house of Stark, if not with less focus on duty and accomplishments. And what else was a lordling to do other than relish in the lack of responsibilities and enjoy their influence? They acted out, played tricks on staff, ran away, no amount of activities could calm their mind. One cold morning, at no more than ten years of age Martyn had snuck out, finding the crisp air after a snowstorm filling his lungs soothing, the silence grounding. Their memories of the next moments are still obscure after almost two decades, only filled in by their family and guards once they woke up in their bed. (hypothermia tw starts here:) They didn't realize they were standing in the middle of a frozen lake, covered by snow. They could still feel the sensation of their stomach dropping as the ground shattered beneath them. They'd never felt that cold before in their life. They're not sure they will ever feel the true warmth of their childhood again. (hypothermia tw ends here.)

Coming into their adult age, they had found solace in the arts, getting into trouble for having chalk or dry paint on their hands at dinners, and spending their days with their lute composing songs.

Much to their advisors' exasperation, it turned out that Martyn was far too good at charming guests, especially when they came to the North for diplomatic reasons and thus, the lordling had been tasked to attend every dinner to lighten the mood and soften whatever blow the ruling lord had prepared. It wasn't much of an assignment, however it had just enough responsibility for Martyn to not feel so left out of things, and to not feel the crushing weight of duty at the same time.

If they weren't playing on their lute in their free time or helping their father out, Martyn was traveling. They adored getting to see the North as they traveled across it, visit their father's vassals, their cousins in Karhold and White Harbor. But none had they visited longer than they had Bear Island. Martyn spent many summers on the island once he forged a close connection to Alaric Mormont.

The death of their father came suddenly and without any warning, and in the ascension of his brother Martyn helped as much as he could, trying to keep himself busy in order to not be left alone with his own thoughts as the mere idea of that made him feel like he would crumble from grief. He still hadn't processed his father's death yet, even after two years. He doesn't talk about him, only when he's drunk on wine enough to forget about the conversation the next day.

With the crown forcing to have them travel back and forth on a strenuous and dangerous journey south from Winterfell to King's Landing, then to Highgarden to play court, Martyn was always unsettled about, and after the attack that stormy night, after once again having to travel back home broken and distressed, he has had enough. Not soon after they arrived to Winterfell, Martyn set out on the road again, visiting Bear Island for a couple of months where he would train with his dear friend Alaric, having realized that he would have to be more proficient in combat if he believed the whispers about something brewing in the realm were true.

[traegedys]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         isabela merced,  twenty-five,  demi woman,  she / they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  GWYNETH  of  house  ALLYRION,  the  LADY  of  GODSGRACE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  RESILIENT  and  DETACHED  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  animal caretaking and horseback riding.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a hand reaching for something but never quite being able to touch it + a bird perched on the edge of a cliff, wings poised but never taking flight + nights spent awake enjoying the calm before the daily storm.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

statistics… 

# basic information.

official  name:  gwyneth allyrion.  nicknames:  gwyn.  noble  title:  lady of godsgrace.  date  of  birth:  tbd.  age:  twenty5.  birthplace:  godsgrace.  home:  godsgrace.  nationality:  dornish westerosi.  gender:  demi woman.  pronouns:  she & they.  orientation:  bisexual.  monikers:  to be added.  languages:  common tongue.  accent:  to be added.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  isabela merced.  hair:  dark brown.  eyes:  dark brown.  height:  5 feet 4 inches.  build:  slim.  scent:  tangerine and sand.  dominant  hand:  they are ambidextrous.  allergies:  none.  scars:  a few on her arms and legs.  distinguishing  features:  big doe eyes.  clothing  style:  usual dornish fashion, focusing on house colours.

# drives.

hobbies:  horseback riding, animal caretaking, walks at night.  religion:  the seven gods ( non practising ).  alliance:  house allyrion.  personal goals:  she has no fucking idea.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

parent one:  willem allyrion ( father ).   parent two:  myria allyrion nee jordayne.   sibling:  garin allyrion ( older brother ).   other:  liege allyrion ( aunt / uncle ), house tba ( cousins ). relationship:  to be decided. 

  narrative...

it  should  have  been  a  warning  from  the  gods,  meant  to  be  heeded  with  haste,  when  gwyneth’s  birth  brought  with  it  pain  that  surpassed  any  happiness  that  welcoming  new  blood  into  the  allyrion  family  should  have  brought.  gwyneth  is  born  and  where  she  greeted  life,  her  mother  lost  hers  (  having  adopted  before  due  to  health  issues,  the  fear  of  it  could  never  have  been  greater  than  the  happiness  she  felt  when  she  finally  fell  pregnant  ). gwyn's  father  never  let  her  forget  that,  though.  whenever  he  could,  he  would  remind  her  of  what  she  had  taken  from  him  —  the  love  of  his  life,  the  woman  he  wanted  to  grow  old  with,  the  only  one  he’d  ever  loved.  every  chance  he  got,  he’d  reminder  her  that  she  had  killed  her  mother.  it’s  something  that’s  impossible  to  forget. 

still,  even  if  her  father  hated  her  (  and  made  sure  she  never  forgot  ),  gwyneth  found  comfort  in  her  sibling’s  company.  with  only  a  few  years  between  them,  it  was  easy  to  become  each  other’s  preferred  company  even  if  it  was  clear  who  their  father  favoured. for  as  long  as  gwyneth  could  remember  it  was  the  two  of  them  against  the  world  and  in  her  young  mind,  that’s  how  it  would  always  be.  of  course,  her  father  didn’t  quite  like  that  the  siblings  seemed  to  be  getting  along,  prioritising  one  another,  so  he  made  sure  to  ruin  it,  under  the  guise  of  wanting  the  best  for  the  house.  he  didn’t  want  gwyneth’s  eldest  sibling  and  heir  to  the  house  to  make  decisions  with  gwyneth’s  happiness  in  mind,  just  the  house’s  furthering.  it  would  be  easier  to  do  what  needed  to  be  done  and  there’s  little  choice  but  to  follow  his  orders.

the  older  gwyneth  got,  the  more  obvious  it  was  just  how  controlling  and  overcritical  her  father  was  ━━  but  there  was  nothing  she  could  do  about  it,  retreating  into  quietness  and  the  safety  of  keeping  her  distance,  knowing only  the  walls  of  godsgrace  like  the  back  of  her  hand,  taken  comfort  in  the  company  of  animals  as  her  older  sibling's  got  stolen  from  her,  read  every  book  in  the  library  and  learn  about  things  that  she  would  never  get  to  try  out  for  herself.

slowly  but  surely resentment  grows  ━━  towards  her  father,  towards  her  brother,  towards  a  life  that  gwyneth  begins  to  understand  that,  maybe,  they  don't  deserve.  and  once  resentment  grows  big  enough,  anger  starts  to  creep  up  on  an  otherwise  calm  mind.  even the distance between them doesn't calm that feeling, a few years as a lady in waiting made for connections not enough to make gwyn forget anything. realisation  of  the  unfairness  of  it  all  is  the  ember  to  the  fire  and  when  gwyn  is  finally  ready  to  put  it  all  out  by  confronting  their  father,  lord  willem,  dies.  now,  even  after  more than one year  after  his  death,  gwyneth  still  does  not  know  what  to  do  with  the  anger  and  pain  that  he  left  her  with. so, gwyn simple tries to feel as little as possible.

[fateofcrvwns]

Annaya Mallister

# basic information.

official  name:  Annaya Mallister.  nicknames:  Anna, Naya.  noble  title:  Lady Heir of Seagard.  date  of  birth:  tbd.  age:  one and thirty years  birthplace:  Seagard.  home: Seagard.  nationality:  Westerosi.  gender:  cis female.  pronouns:  she/her/hers.  orientation:  pansexual, panromantic.  monikers:  tbd ( if they have any. ).  languages:  Common, High Valyrian, conversational Braavosi/Low Valyrian.  accent:  tbd.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  Jenna Coleman.  ethnicity:  westerosi and valerian ancestry  hair:  Deep brunette.  eyes:  Oceanic blue.  height:  5'3".  build:  petite and lithe.  scent:  wildflowers.  dominant  hand:  Left.  allergies:  tbd.  scars:  tbd.  distinguishing  features:  large and expressive eyes, heart-shaped face, smiles that set one at ease.  clothing  style:  Leans classic and simple, with unique and detailed touches whether it be a pop of color, change in texture, or slightly altered cut. Typically gravitates towards earth tones and jewel tones.

# personality.

label:   the dreamer, the advocate.   mbti:   INFJ-T.   enneagram:   2w1.   element:   water.   star   sign:   Pisces.   temperament:   tbd.   character   inspirations:   Elsa (Frozen), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), Willow Rosenberg (Buffy), Luna Lovegood (HP), Beth March (Little Women), Katara (AtLA), Samwell Tarly (GoT)   deadly   sin:   Envy.   heavenly   virtue:   Kindness.   godly   parent:  Morpheus.

# drives.

hobbies:  playing and composing music, poetry, natural observation (animal watching, nature walks, etc.), botany/gardening, reading, languages.  religion:  The Seven (but holds a fascination/respect for the Old Gods).  alliance:  House Mallister, House Tully.  personal goals:  Protecting her family, ensuring the happiness of her siblings, continuing to learn and enjoy new experiences, places, and people.  would they choose family or power?  Family. Family every single time, Annaya fears the occasional moments where she finds herself interested in power.

# familial ties.

parent one:  Desmor Mallister.  relationship:  tba.  parent two:  Talisa Mallister. relationship:  tba.  spouse:  tbd. relationship:  tba.  sibling:  Sybell Mallister. relationship:  tba.  sibling:  Odette Mallister. relationship:  tba. extended family:  Alyce Mallister. relationship:  tba. other:  tbd. relationship:  tba. 

  narrative...

minimum  two  paragraphs (WIP)

# wanted  connections.

connection  name:   connection  type.  

info.

connection  name:   connection  type.  

info.

[crimsonsong]

࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         aslihan malbora,  28,  cis woman,  she + her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  DERYA  of  house  FOWLER,  the  LADY  of  SKYREACH.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  ARDENT  and  BOISTEROUS in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  painting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  cherry lips & red flushed cheeks, an innocent finger pricked on a sharp thorn, a self - sacrifice , giving themselves to protect their loved ones, warm as the sun and burning bright as one, splinter of your soul cutting through your skin.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.          

⊰ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. derya fowler 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 28 , 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. bisexual . 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. rose aldridge, jo march , elizabeth bennet, eloise bridgerton, arya stark

𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔. perceptive, assertive, ardent, dauntless, gregarious 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔. abrasive, erratic, boisterous, proud, brazen, ill-tempered

⊰ 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 . death tw, murder tw

you're young and the sun is always in your eyes. there's a light and they tell you to never lose it. your innocent eyes, so wide and curious, spared from all the cruelties of the world, look up. searching for an answer, wondering what is there to lose ? but you smile and nod, obediently as you were told to.

☼ life feels empty when there's nothing expected of you ; and derya wouldn't have minded that emptiness as long as she wouldn't need to face it. she could've filled it with her imagination, a meaningless activity or idling her life away by simply watching her siblings, always admiring them from afar. ☼ she’s too young when the touch of death would attempt to preserve her heart in painful iciness. reminding her not of her own mortality but of those around her. when her mother takes her last breath, she doesn’t shed a tear, as if death managed to at least freeze one part of her.  she doesn’t want to change, never lose any memory of her mother and so she decides to continue, as if nothing happened and the smile never left her eyes.  ☼  yet,  the realization of mortality keeps lingering. in her heart, the air she breathes in.  and she finds herself panicking the first time,  hands shaking around a dagger she’d kept close to her.  the same night,  her father finds her and the next day she’s given a sword. ☼ it is in her training sessions that she finds pieces of herself again, and it gives her a sense as if she can do something, instead of only watching idly, as she always used to. life begins to feel light again, and she can shape it and melt the cold with her warmth. ☼ the first time she saves someone, is also the first time she finds a friend. they begin to spend all their time with each other, him jokingly calling derya her mentor when she’s sharing the little knowledge and skills she possesses. they always get in trouble but they always get away and luck would feed her arrogance until it would grow deadly. ☼ it is only a childish jest but some would never understand a child. when derya makes a simple bet with her friend, she’d thought she’d probably lose a few coins and not a life, her best friend. it is simple:  steal something from a stranger without getting caught. ☼ and she watches her friend, eagerly awaiting the possession he’d return with. but he'd never and the moment she would realize it,  it would be too late.  when derya runs to him, time is ripped from her hands and she cannot even draw her sword when the body of her friend already lies there motionlessly, empty. and she’d never speak of it because she’d be punished for her sins twice, and on the same day her father would also be taken from her. ☼ it is as if the only thing she ever absorbed was her guilt. slowly and silently, it was eating her away. and for weeks she wouldn’t speak until one day she’d just return. dulled eyes hidden by a smile, acting as if nothing ever happened again. as if nothing mattered at all.  ☼ she’d stay at the place where all her memories were preserved but somehow she’d always be gone. away. spending most of her time honing her skills or wasting her time on the meaningless.

⊰ 𝐞𝐭𝐜

☼ derya hadn't picked up her sword since the incident. yet, after the attack on highgarden, she'd grown more paranoid than she'd like to admit. since then, she's always been sleeping with her sword near arm's reach. the weight comforts her, and gives her the illusion of some controll. ☼ she has a little scar on her thumb from holding the blade wrong once. when anxious or nervous, she picks at it. derya is good at concealing her feelings and only people close to her ( or those who are observant ) would pick up on it. ☼ when she used to train back then, she picked up a specific way of breathing before drawing her sword. her father taught her, and it might just be her fooling herself, but it calms her and makes her feel as if she's slowing time. ☼ derya is plagued by the same nightmare. yet, lines have blurred with the repeating images and sometimes she wonders if it's a desire rather than a nightmare. she dreams of finding the person murdered her friend, and she dreams of blood dripping from her hands as she watches the stranger's lifeless body. it could've been her. she could've done it. but no answer will ever be given. and she always wakes up, pulled back by reality. wondering if that dream has already crossed that line. ☼ she likes to pick up many hobbies and her interest shifts a lot, hence she tends to drop those quickly as well. painting ( besides swordsplay ) is the only thing that stuck to her. perhaps, because she likes to be around people but sometimes talking can be exhausting ( even for someone like her ), so drawing them is the perfect balance of not having to put thought into conversation while also being around them. derya also loves everything beautiful, so if she finds someone beautiful, she'll definitely ask them to draw them. ☼ derya is very social. always talking to people or simply enjoying any kind of gathering. she's just curious in general and do enjoys some good ol' court gossip. ☼ she's terrified of horses. but she considers it to be quite an embarrassing fear and will just pretend she isn't. but watch a horse standing too close to her and the slightest flinch will betray her.

⊰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

mentor : someone who ( besides her father ) taught her how to use a sword. if older, derya would see them as an older sibling. they have a close relationship and although they do not talk much, there's a bond connecting them.

best friend : this muse can be from anywhere or maybe if they're from dorne, they grew up together as childhood friend ! derya would give her life for them and she's very protective over them.

pen pal : derya doesn't like to talk about her feelings, and prefers to cover those by a jest or not talking about it all. however, writing comes easier to her and this person is the recipient of those letters. they could know each other personally, or maybe they've never met and it's the first time that they're meeting each other. or perhaps, one does not even know about the other's true identity ...

nemesis ( former ? ) : this person used to train with derya when they visited dorne ( or maybe they're also from there ). they had some kind of rivalry but also inspired each other to become better. however, since derya had decided to completely give up on swordfighting, they stopped seeing each other. they could try to convince her to get back to it and this could develop into a genuine friendship. but can go many ways !

former betrothal : they probably had a good relationship ( or utp ) since derya is quite social and friendly. but for whatever reason this betrothal got called off by her family ( or maybe even derya herself ). the reasons were probably never named, or if there was a reason it was probably a lie. derya, however, acts as if this betrothal never happened and treats them like a stranger, or is simply friendly without talking about it. as always this can go many ways !

stranger who murdered her friend : the person who was responsible for her friend's death. derya probably did not see their face but that person saw derya's face and recognizes her, even with all those years passing ! reasons why they did what they did is utp, also if they feel guilty about it or not etc.

bad influence : someone who might try to take advantage of her family and is maybe using derya for their gain. they're trying to change her, maybe make her more suspicious of her own family or those close to her

unrequited love : derya possesses a kind heart and has a gift of making people feel special. this person probably has fallen for that but derya is totally unaware of their feelings. and if she finds out about it, she'll probably pretend she doesn't know about it.

more general connections ( friends, enemies , exes, ANYTHING JUICY AND ANGSTY etc . )

[unscng]

the  thorns  of  a  rose  that  pricks  the  finger  ,  a  rippled  reflection  now  a  punishment  for  vanity  ,  a  wilted  flower  in  the  palm  of  an  unblemished  hand  ,  a  snake  in  the  garden  is  only  terrifying  if  it  knows  the  maze  set  to  entrap  it.

𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰 ,    𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘴  (  𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬  𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺  ) ,  𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬  (  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘯  𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴  ) ,  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵  𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 ,  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯  𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺

          he  is  carved  from  marble,  or  perhaps  a  tree  grown  to  bear  the  sweetest  fruit,  pruned  by  the  blades  of  contempt  and  desire.  is  that  not  what  all  crave?  it's  a  delectable  golden  honey,  and  the  one  who  brought  him  into  this  world  has  fed  it  to  him  from  birth.  a  day  the  gods  blessed  with  abundance.  but  he  is  like  the  flesh  of  an  apple's  pristine  exterior,  unblemished  until  cut  open  to  expose  the  rottenness  hidden  underneath.  vanity  becomes  him,  this  crystalline  water's  reflection  he  cannot  turn  away  from.  it's  shallow  waters,  a  puddle  that  can  be  stepped  over  that  seeps  into  everything  he  touches,  but  unlike  the  bard's  song  of  a  king  who  turned  all  to  gold,  elras  turns  all  to  rot.  this  coddled  child  made  in  the  shadow's  of  his  half  -  brother's  short  comings.  he's  worked  until  his  hands  bleed  in  perfection  the  way  the  eldest  tyrell  is  not,  and  his  mother  the  artist,  who  paints  the  portrait  she  wishes  to  convey  to  those  of  the  reach.  but  even  elras  cannot  be  all  his  mother  needs,  charm  excuses  him  but  a  search  for  perfection  cripples  him.  his  ambition,  dormant  like  a  tree  unyielding  to  produce.  or  is  it  he  does  not  wish  to  dirty  his  hands,  callous  them  when  loyalty  for  the  eldest  tryell  is  like  a  thorn  pricking  his  finger,  who  wishes  to  play  the  game  when  he  can  see  the  path  ahead  is  a  rocky  one,  wilting  his  petals.  he  has  already  suffered  once,  a  mark  blemishing  his  perfect  exterior  across  his  back.  as  if  he  and  highgarden  are  one,  both  fated  to  suffer  together.  but  his  mother  still  whispers  plans  just  as  the  birds  sing,  this  is  a  maze,  the  finish  line  yet  to  be  found.

𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ,    appearance seems to be his method of judgement, what a poor one it is too, but he is charming. pride might be his downfall adjacent to vanity. the highgarden attack left him with a blemished mark down his back, quite the blow to his ego he still hasn't accepted it.

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ,    𝘰𝘧  𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦  𝘵𝘺𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭  (  𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  ) ,  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯  (  𝘩𝘦  𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳  𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘯𝘰𝘸  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦  𝘵𝘰  𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶���𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦  𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳  ) ,  𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯'𝘴  𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱  (  𝘢  𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱  𝘸𝘩𝘰  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘵𝘰  𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳  ) ,  𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴,  𝘢  𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳  (  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵  𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘤  𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩  ) ,  𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  (  𝘩𝘦  𝘪𝘴  𝘢  𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸  𝘰𝘧𝘧,  𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘵𝘰𝘰,  𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦  𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯  ) ,  𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦  𝘪𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?  (  𝘢  𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳  𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦  𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭  𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘧𝘰𝘳,  𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸  𝘢𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥  𝘩𝘦  𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥  𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯  )

[awhispcr]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         alicia agneson,  25,  female,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  daenerys  of  house  celtigar,  the  lady  of  claw isle.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  empathetic  and  jealous  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  archery.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  sea salt damp hair, the feeling of homesickness for a place never visited, hand prints on foggy glass.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  the  targaryens. 

# basic information.

official  name:  daenerys celtigar.  nicknames:  dany.  noble  title:  lady of claw isle.  date  of  birth:  8th march.  age:  25.  birthplace:  claw isle.  home:  claw isle.  nationality:  valyrian.  gender:  female.  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  unlabeled.  languages:  common tongue & high valyrian.  accent:  westerosi.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  alicia agneson.  ethnicity:  white.  hair:  pale blonde ; not quite silver and not gold enough.  eyes:  greyish blue, specs of purple from her valyrian ancestry.  height:  5'5".  scent:   sea salt mixed with lavender.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none but she is sensitive to strong smells (will sneeze).  scars:  none.   clothing  style:  typical high born dresses, usually in muted colours but occasionally red and black.

# personality.

label:   the hurricane, the lost soul, star child.   mbti:   infp.   enneagram:   4w5 ; the free spirit   element:   water.   star   sign:   pisces.   temperament:   sanguine  melancholic.  character   inspirations:   furina (genshin impact), alice liddell (alice: madness returns).   deadly   sin:   envy.   heavenly   virtue:   patience.   godly   parent:   hecate.

# drives.

hobbies:  archery, stitching, poetry.  religion:  valyrian gods.  alliance:  targaryen.  personal goals:  for her house to be as powerful and influential as the targaryens.  would they choose family or power?  power for her family.

  narrative...

How is the Lady of Claw Isle a unique and complex individual? For you are known for your kindness and empathy, you offer a smile to almost everyone that simply walks past you.

You wonder if any of them know those smiles are merely a facade for the jealous, envious and manipulative woman that you are.

You are driven by the desire to see your house rise to new heights, to see above all else, it would seem that your ambition knows no bounds, you swore you would stop at nothing to achieve your goals. 

Your ambition, however, comes at the price of feeling detached from your own family within the very walls you wish to raise. You resent them, don’t you? For lacking the same ambition you harbor. 

You lack a sense of belonging, which has led you to a state of constant homesickness.

You may be a skilled manipulator, using your so-called “charm” to mislead and deceive people, even those that you love. 

Your manipulative tendencies, however, are not without cause, and stem from a deep-seated need for control.

You struggle to trust others, and as a result, find it hard to form meaningful connections, leading you to be isolated and alone. It’s your fault, but are you aware of that?

Despite your questionable motives, you do have a softer side, and are not without compassion. Though you reserve those parts of yourself.

You dream of a world in which you can find love and belonging. The sea around Claw Isle makes you dizzy lately, the humidity suffocates you.

Though you are deeply troubled by the lack of affection in her life, your yearning for love is complicated, but which part of you isn’t? You are torn between wanting to settle down and wanting to find purpose.

(i'll add more eventually)

[steelfyre]

࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         han sohee,  26,  cis woman,  she / her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  myrcella  of  house  paege,  the  lady  of  harrenhal.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  compassionate  and  peculiar  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  painting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  worlds both seen and unseen captured upon canvas , reality blurring in a swirl of colors  ;  the gentleness  that  comes  not  from  the  absence  of  violence  but  despite  the  abundance  of  it  ;  sweet ophelia , they whisper your sanity dances near a cliff's edge but butterflies still land in your hair ;  a  woman  dressed  in  white  walking  through  haunted  halls  -  the  ghosts  that  lurk  in  the  corners  call  her  daughter  rather  than  prey  but  will  pull  her  from  sleep  screaming  nonetheless.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

basic information.

official name: myrcella paege. nickname: cella. noble title: lady of harrenhal. date of birth: february 20th. age: twenty-six. birthplace: harrenhal , the riverlands. home: harrenhal. nationality: westerosi. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she / her. orientation: bisexual , biromantic. monikers: little ghost , the darling of harrenhal , dove of harrenhal. languages: the common tongue , fluent. accent: westerosi , tone often soft and quiet - easily overlooked if one isn't listening for it.

physical information.

faceclaim: han sohee. ethnicity: andal. hair: black like midnight and meticulously styled unless one catches her during her evening walks when tresses flow freely , sometimes even messily. eyes: dark and deep. some call them kind , others claim the darkness is alarming - so endless that one might drown. height: five foot , five inches. build: delicate and lithe. scent: notes of pomegranate with hints of vanilla and black orchid. dominant hand: right. allergies: none. scars: none. distinguishing features: the faraway look that occasionally haunts her eyes. traces of paint and charcoal staining her fingertips clothing style: a mixture of the latest styles popular in the south , delicate extravagance masking the low coffers of home, and handmade pieces with a preference for flowing skirts and soft hues , pieces capturing ethereality.

personality.

positive: compassionate ,  artistic ,  whimsical , gentle ,  perceptive , courteous. negative: peculiar ,  cryptic ,  passive , mysterious , fanciful , sensitive. label: the haunted , the meek. mbti: infp - the consul. enneagram: 2w1 , the companion. element: water. star sign: pisces. temperament: sanguine. moral alignment: neutral good. character inspirations: eleanor crain , luna lovegood. deadly sin: envy. heavenly virtue : humility , charity. godly parent: persephone.

drives.

hobbies: painting , drawing , stargazing , dressmaking , dancing. religion: the faith of the seven. alliance: house paege. personal goals: to marry well and start a family of her own. would they choose family or power?: family.

family ties.

father: ruling lord samwell paege. relationship: tba. mother: ruling lady catelyn paege nee blackwood. relationship: tba. sibling: lord/lady/liege utp paege. relationship: tba. sibling: lord olyvar paege. relationship: tba. sibling: lord/lady/liege utp paege. relationship: tba. cousins: house blackwood. relationship: tba.

history.

myrcella knew the story of her house well; her father often spoke with pride of their family's rise. for house paege was a name previously long forgotten by the pages of history. landless. without titles save the knighthoods a handful managed to earn. each generation was overlooked, mostly unknown beyond the riverlands - their marriage options limited to other landless houses or a rare love match with a minor noble. but that all changed when myrcella's grandfather was bestowed the castle of harrenhal. through dedication, and every piece of gold the family could get their hands on, the castle was returned to its former glory. their new status let them escape obscurity and finally granted them decent marriage opportunities, which the family took full advantage of, securing blackwood gold, needed for harrenhal's reconstruction. samwell's children would be the first generation of the family raised at harrenhal from the first moment they were given the paege name - be that from birth or adoption.

there was something odd about myrcella paege. the wet nurse and servants would whisper it when she was only a babe. her entrance into the world was not smooth, a long and rough labor that almost added her mother and cella herself to the list of ghosts walking harrenhal's halls but both lady catelyn and the child survived. later, they would say she would wake from slumber crying for no reason and when she grew old enough to walk and talk, they said she would wander around the castle as if following and talking to someone but the halls were empty. her parents brushed it aside as a child's imagination. if only the castle's reputation didn't already leave many looking for signs of ghosts.

( tw: near death experiences ) and death never left her be. she was prone to illnesses in her youth that left many fearing for her survival. she also once got lost in the woods outside harrenhal when a storm broke out and by the time she found her way back, she was utterly drenched. the fever that followed was one of her worst but again the maiden twirled out of death's grasp. the worst event was when she nearly drowned in the god's eye after her boat overturned. rescue's hand was grasped just in time, escaping the hands from the depths that cella would later swear were grabbing at her.

the oddities quieted, though never vanished, as she grew. strangeness tempered by a lady's demeanor, courtesies embraced and wielded with ease. she became the darling of her family, a reputation they encouraged to be spread before further whispers of strangeness were. cella was often seen at one of her parents' sides whenever harrenhal hosted guests or traveled to visit other keeps. the eldest was their heir and future, but cella was the jewel. her talent for painting was equally encouraged and many of her works were proudly shared, even given as gifts, by her parents, resulting in her talent being well known throughout certain parts of the realm.

myrcella's nature prevented all whispers from being silenced. those who crossed paths with her for longer than a brief conversation might notice how the lady's eyes wandered, as if seeing something in the emptiness, or the odd figures that lurk in some of her drawings. can she see ghosts? some wonder. no, it's nothing more than an act, others retort. but no one could deny the youngest paege's kindness. a truly delicate creature in a world too harsh. perhaps that's why the unseen were so fond of her.

headcanons.

has a bad habit of sleep walking, which has resulted in servants and sometimes other nobles occasionally finding her wandering the castle with little recollection of how she got there. she's also prone to bouts of insomnia, some say it's due to how frequently she had nightmares as a child, but normally hides that by remaining in her chambers or only venturing to the kitchens for a cup of tea.

she isn't as sickly as she was as a child but when she does get sick or injured, it takes longer for her to fully recover her strength.

can be found drawing or painting whenever she has a free moment, and she'll happily give away her drawings if people wish for them.

has a quiet fascination with the macabre and the darker legends of history.

is not fond of sailing, especially across deep bodies of water and during inclement weather, and has a fear of drowning.

can either be very perceptive of the world around her or entirely lost in her daydreams.

a bleeding heart through and through. she has been known to openly weep at tournaments if a participant is severely wounded, and would be the first one to visit the infirmary after something happens to sit with the wounded and speak or read to them.

while she is prone to being overly trusting, even gullible, she is not naive. rather, she knows how dark the world can be but chooses to see the light whenever possible - even in people who might not deserve it.

firmly believes that harrenhal is indeed haunted

[dynasteid]

࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         pamela  tome,  26,  cis  woman,  she  &  her.  announcing  the  arrival  of  LAVINIA  of  house  LANNISTER,  the  LADY  of  CASTERLY  ROCK.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  GENTLE  and  ANXIOUS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  baking.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  at  least  golden  ringlets  that  resemble  sunlights  rays  +  sugar  icing  at  the  corner  of  her  lips  +  a  figure  who  much  prefers  to  be  a  wallflower  than  the  center  of  attention.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

name   :   lavinia lannister

age   :   twenty six

title   :   lady of casterly rock

homeland   :   the westerlands

gender   ,   pronouns   :   cis   woman   ,   she   &   her

allegiance   :   house lannister

sexuality   :   pansexual , panromantic

'lannister history coming later'.

as dazzling as any golden lannister , it would shock many to find out you cowered within the light . too many eyes upon you made it feel as if your skin crawled , the palms of your hands prickled by knives . perfection was not expected , it was demanded , an inevitability of your house - but you never felt like you could measure up . a forced smile , teeth biting into your tongue to keep your mind from wandering to panicked thoughts of everything you will do wrong . but sometimes thoughts can get the better of you , causing you to seek solitude . poor lavinia , you admire your siblings , most of all your twin - the better half of yourself . why were you so different than your siblings , why did you lack their strength and confidence - the beauty that came along with it ?

[grdnwood]

ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         peter gadiot,  38,  cis-male,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  GWAYNE  of  house  HIGHTOWER,  the  RULING LORD of  OLDTOWN.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CENTERED  and  JUDGMENTAL  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  swordsmanship and pottery.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  calm words pulling you back in as chaos swarms, strong shoulders bearing the weight of past oaths, and an icy glare that could freeze even the hottest of fires.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late. 

  statistics… 

# basic information.

official  name:  gwayne hightower.  nicknames:  none.  noble  title:  ruling lord of oldtown.  date  of  birth:  january 1.  age:  38.  birthplace:  oldtown.  home:  oldtown.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  cis-male.  pronouns:  he/him.  orientation:  heterosexual.  monikers:  tbd.  languages:  common tongue. pretends not to know conversational high valyrian. accent:  clear and resonant.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  peter gadiot.  ethnicity:  andal.  hair:  black.  eyes:  brown.  height:  6’3”.  build:  strong and solid.  scent:  sweet amber musk.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  small scars on his hands and arms from swordplay.  distinguishing  features:  posture that is somehow perfect and relaxed.  clothing  style:  current trends of oldtown/the reach favoring greens, black, and blues. adorned in simple gold jewelry 

# personality.

label:   the fettered. the kirk.   mbti:   intj.   enneagram:   3w4 the professional.  element:   earth.   star   sign:   capricorn.   temperament:   melancholic.   character   inspirations:   dick grayson - batman. sam and dean winchester - supernatural. deadly   sin:   pride.   heavenly   virtue:   temperance.   godly   parent:   athena.

# drives.

hobbies:  swordplay. pottery making. watching plays. religion:  faith of the seven.  alliance:  house hightower. interests of the reach.  personal goals:  keeping his family safe in all aspects of life. starting a family. would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

father:  previous ruling lord of house hightower.  relationship:  tba.  mother:  previous ruling lady of house hightower. relationship:  tba.  spouse:  ruling lady utp hightower nee tba. relationship:  tba.  sibling:  lady clarice grafton nee hightower. lady marietta hightower. relationship:  tba. 

  narrative...

my lord my lord the people sing. they sing praises of his strength and direction during times of unrest. many believed the lord would lash out judgement and blame at the death of his uncle. but he had remained almost eeriely calm. the was eight years ago. now walking the streets of oldtown the tension was papable and he can see the uneasiness in the eyes of the commonfolk. but it is not the time for division or fear. he will continue on as he's always done. moving in the best interests of his family and seeking justice where it can be found.  

my lord my lord the people call out. sometimes you can find him among the commonfolk of oldtown. blending into the crowds as he finds out what the people truly think of him and of course the best prices for clay. other times he can be seen on the practice grounds training with the knights or companions. as of late my lord has been interested in the spear. and if at neither of the two you can find the lord working in his study under the flickering lights of candles.  

my lord my lord the people whisper. rumors are swirling around him but which is true? things are changing. there’s mummering in the streets of oldtown. will the noble families unite or turn on eachother? will house hightower continue to be backed by the targaryen or have their eyes turned elsewhere? who is to say.

# wanted  connections.

his best friend: preferably a relationship that started in childhood, but can be a recent development. 0/1

drinking buddies: people he can let his guard down around. alcohol loosens the lord's lips so all dynamics and intentions welcome. 0/3

the business partner: someone who he invests in or vice versa. can be an old or new relationship 0/1

[ofdutyx]

viggo mortensen,  forty-six,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  BERIC  of  house  DONDARRION,  the  LORD HEIR OF BLACKHAVEN.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  GENEROUS  and  RECKLESS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  travel.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  love letters stashed safely away for frequent reminders ; falling asleep to the sound of soft rain ; losing track of time on afternoon walks through the forest ; spontaneous trips across the seas ; the crackling sound of a campfire.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

# basic information.

official  name:  beric dondarrion.  nicknames:  beri ( family only ).  noble  title:  lord heir of blackhaven.  date  of  birth:  december 5th.  age:  forty six.  birthplace:  blackhaven, stormlands.  home:  blackhaven, stormlands.  nationality:  stormlander.  gender:  cis man.  pronouns:  he/him.  orientation:  heterosexual.  monikers:  the boar of blackhaven.  languages:  common ; moderate valyrian due to his travels.  accent:  gentle tones, emotion easily expressed.

# physical information.

faceclaim: viggo mortensen.  ethnicity:  first men.  hair:  dark brown.  eyes:  light blue.  height:  6'4.  build:  well build, moderately muscled and sturdy.  scent:  woodsy and smokey.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  many minor ones ; a six inch jagged scar along his left side courtesy of a boar.  distinguishing  features:  his gentle gaze.  clothing  style:  dark clothes, best suited for travel and battle.

# personality.

label:   the brave.   mbti:   esfp.   enneagram:   the enthusiast.   element:   fire.   star   sign:   sagittarius.   temperament:   energetic, but very capable of toning it down for certain situations.   character   inspirations:   indiana jones, rick o'connell, bilbo baggins.   deadly   sin:   pride.   heavenly   virtue:   fortitude.   godly   parent:   diana.

# drives.

hobbies:  hunting, traveling, camping, whittling, archery, swordplay.  religion:  the old gods.  alliance:  his family.  personal goals:  find a loving wife and see his siblings succeed in their own journey for a love-filled life.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

parent one:  ruling lord olyvar dondarrion.  relationship:  close.  parent two:  ruling lady jaina dondarrion nee connington. relationship:  close.  twin: lady orianne dondarrion. relationship: closest friend/literal twin flame. younger sibling:  lord rhys dondarrion. relationship:  tbd. younger sibling:  lord/lady/leige dondarrion. relationship:  tbd. 

# narrative.

a man who is both full of gentleness and fierceness all at ones, beric is what his family would consider a well-rounded man. born only eight minutes before his twin, he has been raised knowing blackhaven will one day be his and he will be responsible for the family. this has made him very protective over them all, yet ensures he does not suffocate or limit them in any of their life desires. he's a romantic at heart, one whom you could say falls fast and hard. alas, none of his relations have resulted in a marriage, as either timing or untimely events prevented it. though in his mid forties, beric has not given up at all on the idea of a loving marriage and children. hope continues to fill his heart, even as the years tick by. despite his usual gentle nature, beric is known for his prowess with both his hands, a sword, and bow. he earned the moniker "the boar of blackhaven" after taking down a boar without a weapon in his early twenties. he continues to better himself through rigorous training, often traveling to other parts of the world to learn from them.

# wanted  connections.

the failed betrothal:  former romantic.  

beric was previously betrothed to a noble woman in his younger years, though something happened ( neither a fault of either participant ) to force the engagement to be called off. though the romantic side of it all had to end, i would like them still to be on good terms with each other, very much a "i'll ride to your aid if you ever need" type deal.

hunting pals:   platonic friendship.  

beric loves to hunt and he loves to hunt with others! give him a hunting pal or two who get together a few times a year to enjoy a good hunt. open to any gender.

father in spirit:   father/child relationship.  

beric has no children of his own ( that he knows of ), but very much would take on the role of a father to anyone who didn't have one / had a poor relationship their own. from giving advice, helping financially when he can, etc. he'd be there to do his best for those who need a good role model.

penpal:   platonic friendship.  ( taken by helaena zalyne )

beric and helaena met during helaena's brief marriage to a westerosi lord. they befriended each other during that time, and despite the marriage ending shortly after, beric and helaena have continued to keep in touch with letters. now that helaena is in westeros again, beric is doing all he can to ensure the lady is comfortable, knowledgeable about the lands, and well taken care of.

[wcrfcres]

announcing  the  arrival  of  THEODORE STORM  of  house  BARATHEON,  the  LORD COMANDER OF THE QUEENSGUARD & LEGITIMIZED BASTARD OF LORD PETYR BARATHEON .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  HEADSTRONG and  PHLEGMATIC in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  SWORDFIGHTING .  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  ❝ a thousand and one blades , plummeting from the sun , aimed at the decadent , luscious sea of grass , seized by a stray , wounded dog , beaten and aimless left with a last chance at redemption , not a whine , not a whimper from the mauled creature , only placid gazes at the warm , ethereal body nestled in the untouched lush // an unclaimed weapon of destruction , swords and shields , spears and daggers , etched with progress , tireless nights of sweat , tears , and pauses , hitched breaths and fathers who can only steal glances , hide proud smiles of acknowledgement with their backs turned and their hopeful sons distraught and forgotten // a self - made man with a record of gold , a prowess unmatched , wrecked by the catastrophe weaved into his name , heart , body and soul offered at the altar of an equally perilous deity of grace and beauty doused with fire and blood . ❞   the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

BASIC INFORMATION

name : THEODORE STORM BARATHEON . noble title : LORD COMMANDER OF THE QUEENSGUARD . date of birth : FOURTH DAY OF THE NINTH MONTH . age : FOUR AND THIRTY YEARS . gender : CIS MAN . pronouns : HE / HIM . orientation : PANROMANTIC DEMISEXUAL . moniker : THE WHITE STAG . spoken language : OLD TONGUE, COMMON TONGUE . accent : STORMLANDS

PHYSICAL

face claim : LEWIS TAN . ethnicity : FIRST MEN & ANDAL . hair : BLACK (NEATLY COIFFED) . eyes : BROWN . height : 6"4FT / 1.96M . build : MUSCULAR , MESOMORPH . scent : FRESH , LIGHT CITRUS . dominant hand : AMBIDEXTROUS . scars : MULTIPLE ON HIS ARMS AND HANDS FROM SWORD & DAGGER TRAINING , FAINT ONES ON HIS LEGS AND FEET FROM TIME SPENT IN THE WOODS AS A CHILD . distinguishing features : STRIKING RESEMBLANCE TO THE RULING LORD PETYR BARATHEON . clothing style : QUEENSGUARD ARMOR ; PRACTICAL AND ALMOST SMALLFOLK-ISH, ALLOWS FOR EASY EASY MOVEMENTS WHEN NOT ARMOR-CLAD

PERSONALITY

positive traits : HEADSTRONG, DECISIVE, FORTHRIGHT, CARING . negative traits : PHLEGMATIC, RECLUSIVE, INSENSITIVE, SELFISH . mbti : INTJ . enneagram : 8 (THE PROTECTOR) . element : FIRE . star sign : VIRGO . temperament : MELANCHOLIC . moral alignment : NEUTRAL GOOD . character kin : BRUCE WAYNE (BATMAN), TOMMY SHELBY (PEAKY BLINDERS), AH SAM (WARRIOR, HARWIN STRONG (ASOIAF/HOTD) . deadly sins : ANGER & PRIDE . heavenly virtues : FORTITUDE & TEMPERANCE . godly parent : ARES & HERMES

DRIVES

hobbies : SWORD FIGHTING . disclosed religion : FAITH OF THE SEVEN . true religion : OLD GODS OF FOREST. alliance : HOUSE TARGARYEN OF WESTEROS. personal goals : ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THE QUEEN AND HOUSE TARGARYEN, WHATEVER AND WHOEVER THE COST; STAY TRUE TO HIS OATHS AND VOWS . would they choose family or power ? POWER THE REALM

FAMILIAL TIES

father : LORD PETYR BARATHEON . mother : TALLA OF RAINWOOD (DECEASED 16 YEARS AGO) . siblings : NONE . aunt : LADY FLORIS BARATHEON NEE TARTH . cousins : LADY ILIANA BARATHEON

NARRATIVE

( TRIGGER WARNING: INFIDELITY, PARENTAL NEGLECT, PARENTAL DEATH )

— the story begins with a man and a woman .

first is the woman . a fair maiden danced along and within the lush , treacherous groves of rainwood , her brown curls bounced carelessly , muddied feet slid , dabbled , and pranced . her comely face soaked with drops of water and genuine joy , her plump , inviting lips pulled into a smile that stilled the forest itself . she is a rare sight of beauty in lands bombarded with storms and thunders , a sight that brings awe not only to the descendants of the first men but to the children of the forest . they watched from atop trees and boulders , cheeks pressed firm on their hands , sighs latching onto the wind , utterly mesmerized of one lowborn maiden dancing in the rain , without a care of the cruel world beyond the collection of weirwood . she is spring in a white dress , adorned with imperfectly sewn embroidery , soaked cheeks , muddied feet , and a smile men will go to war for . her mother would call her name before sundown , the name echoes between the curved trunks , slithering branches , and patting leaves . ❝ talla , my sweet child , come home . ❞ and to the displeasure of the cold patches of grass , moss , and softened twigs beneath her bare feet , the fair maiden traces her footprints , heeds her mother's call , and rushes home .

then comes the man . a kind lord from a noble house , not the eldest , not even the second son , but the spare to the spare . the youngest of the sons who looks to the world with wonder , insecurity carved on the chest plate of his armor , braided onto the knots of his sword's hand piece . the young lord turns to the unchartered forest for escape , to live a life beyond his name , his position , embody the sigil etched , painted , and splattered across the banners of their war banners . the young stag , every inch of his tall frame , well - built physique , scoured every turn , every slope , and every surface that the woodlands have to offer . drenched in sweat , desperation , and rainwater , he follows the river , upstream and downstream , relentlessly drawing and coloring images amidst the veil of vagueness that came with the horrible storm . determined to lay down a map unlike any other , make himself useful to the house that saw nothing more to him than the blood that runs through his veins , he wills himself deeper into the forest , to a swamp brushed with emerald and copper , and spring dressed in white twirls in her bosom .

words fall to the ground with his tribulations as enchantment takes over , the fair maiden , all beauty , grace , and recklessness , swayed , twirled , and laughed as though the shuddering thunders sang a song of celebration . in that moment , the monsoon remained only a word , shamed by brown curls , scarlet - leaden cheeks , and eyes that soothed the fury that ravaged every inch of his being . the golden stag , accustomed to the world yielding to his will , grazed over the emeralds , intruded spring as she savored her freedom . it was salvation found away from the grim that awaited at his castle , in the stormlands , deep within the forest , he had found spring , and her laugh as melodious as she is beautiful , face drawn by the gods themselves . in his love drunk state , he commits blasphemy under his breath , for he truly believed that not even the maiden matched her loveliness . it was only a matter of time before love arrived . and indeed , he loved her , and soon she loved him too .

— the story goes on with a woman and a babe with fury in his blood .

however , beyond rainwood is a world as cruel as it is unforgiving . it devours even the mightiest of lords , the best of men , and the purest of hearts . the kind lord was a man not an exception to the frailties of his kind . he lives at the mercy of his noble name , and their faith to the new gods . what irony for when he chose what is right , to come home and never leave the side of his highborn wife , he felt a greater sense of betrayal and regret . the golden stag , in the arms of another and the protection of their banners was never seen again ... and yet spring lived on , danced to her broken heart's content , making art of her own misery — and this is the story that was told .

spring gives birth to a babe as beautiful as she . and she gives him her eyes , as clear and pure as the waters flowing down the rivers of her beloved paradise , her spirit , relentless , reckless , and persevering , and did not forget to give him her entire heart , every shattered piece that was left by the golden stag who disappeared as swift as he arrived . over the years , it became apparent that the man had given gifts , though unnecessary , the golden stag gives the boy his face and his fury , but not his name . never his name . instead , he recklessly bestows the privilege of his blood to others . but it is the cruel world that gives the boy shame , abhorrence , and brands him a storm as soon as it became clear whose face it was on him and the blood and fury coursing through his veins . though most of the world was never kind , theodore storm was raised by a loving mother and a found family that truly cared about his blood and not who birthed him . when doubts come to plague him , they were dispelled by his mother's loving words ❝ my sweet child , you are made out of love . your father loves you as much as i do , as much as he said he loved me . if he did not , he would not have given you his face . ❞ his noble lord's absence was filled with all his mother is able , the role swept under the rug was played by a woman as great a mother as she is a father . not a thing in the world hurt her son , not an ill - word left to roll on its own , not a disgusted look left to be taken to heart .

— then the story is neglected by a man .

theodore knew early on that he is a bastard , and he grew up believing that he is as much as a baratheon as the rest of house is . and how wrong he was , spending years of his life believing so . he believed himself a stag , like his father , he carried his fury and excelled in every thing as noble lord's son should . he grew up handsome , well - built , and towering - he had the makings of house baratheon , their blood ran strong in his veins and it manifested itself beyond doubt . he fought well , skilled hands carrying a sword like it were an extension of himself , swung , slashed , and stabbed better than any fine knight the stormlands has ever seen . a boy doused with shame possessed exceptional skills and an undeniable resemblance to his lord father ( or so the rumors say ) who spoke not a single word to confirm the suspicions . his silence brought questionable comfort and reassurance , but comfort and reassurance nonetheless . there were only few who truly knew , but none of them spoke , not a nod , not a swing of the head to deny the alleged son , in fear of their ruling lady's wrath . or perhaps the humiliation , that a mere bastard , a lowborn's son carried with him greater potential than any heir in the stormlands .

the young man was knighted , an honor well deserved and expected of his abilities . an honor claimed not as a favor to his lord father , not because of his name , or garnered support or connection with other noble families . it was an honor earned all on his own merit , and it was enough to send the prying and harsh realities to surface . and still theodore storm remained as steadfast as he had been for most of his life , loyal to house baratheon , loyal to his family . and then his mother dies while he was trying to earn his father's elusive and impossible approval . he fought battles to be worthy of his time , his kind words , and his praise . he brought home victories and the placated plots against their mighty house only to given absolutely nothing . and now spring is gone . all the love , color , and light in the world died with her . goodbyes were spoken over graves , a small crowd , and an empty home . he mourned by himself with his blade , his armor , and the thunders of storm's end . he grieved while doors shut in his face , and lord petyr baratheon staring at him without care , mercy , or concern . the world swallows him whole , every word , every look , and every instance his father left him to be mangled and mauled by the mob who thinks bastards have no place , even in their father's hearts ... he was left to be consumed by them .

still the old gods' smile upon him from deep within the forest , they must have favored his mother for when he needed an escape , the opportunity opens a grand door . a knight from the capital summons him , offers him a place more fitting for him as a knight, as one of the finest swordsmen in westeros . he need not be sent another raven , before another calamity struck , he rode for king's landing and left the love , loyalty , and concern for house baratheon to be swept to the bottom of the seas . he is no longer the foolish son who believed in the story that was told . he is theodore storm , son of talla of rainwood , a knight of the queensguard .

— and so , the story is rewritten by a son with storm in his name .

a long , forgotten dream had been set upon his hands after years of service . what his so - called father cannot give him , was given by the queen once again : a name in the form of legitimacy and acknowledgement by appointment as the lord commander of the queensguard . the entirety of his being shifted, dedicated to maintain the sanctity of the house of the dragon and the crown he swore to before the seven. more than a decade of his life surrendered to duty and service. the knight held his sword and shield, reputation and ability on the line to serve his queen, no matter what... until his last breath — he intended to. until the oaths and vows themselves began to whisper and wince from the shackles of dragonfire. slowly and then all at once, the whispers and winces grew into screams and violent jerking, and not even the most righteous in westeros can temper the chaos brewing from within the very walls of the keeps. caged by gratitude, held down by loyalty, his eyes are now wide open to the merciless and heartbreaking realities from which the armor and white cloak are built upon.