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Sometime in the undisclosed past, a supernatural event occurred to stretch out the seasons in Westeros for years at a time. Legend says that long before men set foot in Westeros it was inhabited by a number of fantastical creatures. Among them were the Children of the Forest, who are rumored to have possessed a vast knowledge of magic, and for many a millennia, the Children along with giants, mammoths and other fantastical creatures had been left mostly undisturbed. When the first men invaded Westeros, an alliance was formed and men were allowed to coexist so long as they left the forested areas to the Children. Shortly thereafter a large 300 foot wall of ice was erected in the North to protect the southern lands from barbarian tribes beyond the wall, as well as the mythical undead creatures said to dwell in the northernmost lands where winter never ends. The ancient House Stark has stood as guardians of the North and allies to the men of the Night’s Watch who devote their lives to patrolling the Wall. 4,000 years later brought the invasion of the Andals from the Eastern continent of Essos, and subsequently the Children of the Forest were eventually driven to extinction, the secrets of their magic dying with them. The Andals brought with them a new religion called the Faith of the Seven and shortly thereafter the seven kingdoms were born.

The rise and fall of the Targaryen Dynasty
The seven kingdoms ruled themselves separately until four hundred years ago when Aegon the Conqueror invaded from the East and conquered six of the seven kingdoms with the aid of his two sisters and their three dragons. Only in the Southern most region of Westeros did he meet with any formidable resistance, and it would be centuries before Dorne finally joined the united seven kingdoms through marriage. For the first time in its history, the seven kingdoms of Westeros were united under one banner and from that point on the seven regions as a whole have been ruled from the Red Keep in Kings Landing. Aegon’s dominance bore a new dynasty and the next three hundred years saw the Targaryens rule the seven kingdoms of Westeros. Their Legacy is embodied by the Iron Throne, the seat of the King, and was forged by the breath of a dragon with the swords of Aegon the Conqueror’s fallen enemies.

As the years went on Targaryen dominance over Westeros began to slowly fade. Whether it was the result of a long-standing incestuous bloodline making the Targaryen rulers increasingly insane, or the eventual extinction of their dragons, their demise is a popular subject of debate. In the end it was the young Lord of House Baratheon, a House fiercely loyal to the Targarayens normally, that lead the rebellion against Aerys II Targaryen, dubbed the “Mad King” in lieu of his propensity for public spectacles of brutish torture. When Robert Baratheon took the Iron Throne, he ordered the whole of the Targaryen lineage be purged from the Earth. The two youngest Targaryens fled to the East in exile. The years that followed saw little peace as a number of uprisings occurred in revolt over “The Usurper” sitting on the Iron Throne.

What followed was one of the longest summers ever experienced by Westeros, and as it slowly came to a close, the seven kingdoms were once again rocked by a number of civil wars. Beginning with the deaths of King Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark of Winterfell, 5 Kings emerged with claims to both the Iron Throne and regional sovereignty. For years, the Great Houses of Westeros warred with one another as power in the capital shifted between the various Great Houses of Westeros. With the Starks losing their hold on the north and the rebel kings killing each other off, the seven kingdoms were left devastated and unprepared for the long winter approaching and the supernatural enemy from the north that came with it.

A more recent history
Everyone remembers the winter that followed the longest summer to date. Lasting for nearly eighteen years, winter brought both famine and death, the later taking on a terrifyingly corporal form. Children raised on stories of White Walkers thought to be extinct grew up to fight a nightmare that proved all too real. By the time Daenerys Targaryen rode across the sea on the back of her dragon, much like her former ancestor, she came not as a conqueror but instead a liberator of a people deeply entrenched in winter’s chilly hold. A clash of supernatural forces occurred shortly thereafter. United once again under the Targaryen banner, the seven kingdoms of Westeros, headed by a trio of dragons, finally drove the army of Whites back beyond the Wall in the North.

In order to starve off extinction, Houses great and small had to set aside old vendettas and petty squabbles in order to come together to face a greater foe. The Battle of Ice and Fire left Westeros ravaged and devastated but ultimately triumphant. Westeros has a short memory though, the struggles of that fateful time now two generations removed. Alliances struck between lion and wolf, stag and falcon, snake and rose, have begun to unravel without a common foe to tie them all together. The current King of Westeros has proven wise, shrewd and capable with the return of dragons helping to cement Targaryen rule, but the Seven Kingdoms have grown restless with this peacetime King. There are those who thirst for the glory of the battlefield that earned their predessesors a permanent place in history through song and heroic tale. There are others who would reclaim power lost in the wars predating The Battle of Ice and Fire. And then there are those who play a more subtle game, fought with secrets and with words.

The Targaryens may be in power now, but as history has told us before they are hardly invincible. It is their dragons that secure their power and as well all know, the dragons have been felled before.

The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.
They never are.

The Great Houses of Westeros

House Targaryen of King’s Landing
“Madness and greatness were two sides of the same coin and every time a new Targaryen was born, the Gods would toss the coin in the air and the world would hold its breath to see how it would land.”

House words: Fire and blood
House sigil: Three-headed dragon
Ruling Domain: The Seven Kingdoms, The Crownlands and Dragonstone
In the recent history of Westeros, no dynasty has been more dominant than the Targaryen dynasty. It was nearly 400 years ago when Aegon the Conqueror rode across the Narrow sea on the back of a dragon, and in the 300 years that followed the Targaryens conquered almost all of Westeros and in time united the seven kingdoms under their banner. It was the Targaryens that built both the fortress of Dragonstone in the Narrow Sea as well as the Red Keep which serves as the royal palace in King’s Landing. It was also Aegon Targaryen who forged the Iron Throne; the swords of his enemies all gathered and melted by the fire of his dragon, Balerion the Black Dread. The Targaryens are pale with silvery hair and violet eyes, and notorious for maintaining a pure bloodline through incestuous marriages. It was only eighty years ago that the Targaryens were unseated and exiled after King Aerys was murdered during Robert Baratheon’s rebellion. The Targaryens had been all but wiped out, but for the two youngest Targaryens who fled into exile in the East. In the end it was Daenerys Targaryen who emerged to reclaim the Iron Throne after several years of gaining a following in Essos, with the aid of her three dragons. Daenerys arrived just in time to reunite Westeros against the blight of Whites invading from beyond the wall in the North. In the decades that followed, the Targaryens struggled to rebuild the war-torn lands of Westeros. Having abandoned the practice of purified bloodlines, the Targaryens arranged a number of shaky marriage alliances. The present Targaryen King is a peacetime King twice married now after his first wife died of illness. His new wife, quietly working to ensure her family’s legacy is secured despite the heirs already existing from her husband’s previous marriage.

Characters:

Name: King Jaehaerys Targaryen (III)
Age: Forty-Eight
House: Targaryen - King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
Personality: Solemn, Principled, Fastidious, Disciplined and Congenial.
Three Life Facts:
- When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the seas grow dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before. By all rights, Jaehaerys Targaryen II should not exist if the prophecy spoken to his mother on the grass plains of the Dothraki sea can be believed. Daenerys Targaryen believed the three dragons she hatched on her fallen Dothraki horse lord’s husband’s pyre to be the only children she would ever have, the Targaryen name presumably dying with her. Her eventual husband had at one point forsworn all lands and the right to marry or father children as well, and yet Jaehaerys stands against all the oaths and odds, the Targaryen name very much still alive in Jaehaerys, his younger siblings and his children: Maegor, Daena, Indira and his two youngest, Lucerys and Valaena, ages thirteen and eight.
- Jaehaerys was raised on the stories of his mother’s conquests in the east and retellings of The War of Ice and Fire, having been conceived several years after its conclusion. He was born during a period of reconciliation at a unique time when all the Great Houses of the seven kingdoms had set aside personal ambition for the greater good of Westeros. It would not last forever, he was told time and again. Daenerys Targaryen may have been the dragon’s daughter, tenacious and ruthless at times, but her eldest son as it turns out takes after his father. Less hot headed and more thoughtful, Jaehaerys had been a quiet and thoughtful youth, shouldering the burden of responsibility in silence. He never really cared to participate in the various machinations that exist within court, something that continues to this day, and largely leaves the subtler game played within court to his advisors. In the end, Jaehaerys has always felt most comfortable with a sword in his hand, believing warfare to be a far simpler and straightforward craft. Perhaps it’s a pity then that his reign has been as peaceful as it has, his steel having gone dull from a lack of use.
- Twice married, once for duty and once for love, his first marriage had been arranged to a Martell princess in an effort to honor failed marriage pacts between House Martell and the exiled Daenerys and Viserys Targaryen. Though he and his first wife got on well enough, little passion existed between the two, and they performed their marital duty only as often as they had to. Once that obligation was fulfilled with the births of Maegor and Daena Targaryen, Jaehaerys’ visits to his Queen’s bed became even less frequent. His Martel Queen’s death came suddenly, the twins not more than a year. Fewer than four moons passed before the King announced he intended to remarry, this time to a maid from House Velaryon. Perhaps that is why the court has always regarded the newer Queen with such suspicion. The timeline is admittedly … convenient, though Jaehaerys remains steadfast in his denial of any so-called conspiracy, so taken is he by his Queen even now after eighteen years. If any remaining threads of a conspiracy still exist, they are but mere whispers now, the japes of a lordling too deep in his cups to fear the wrath born of fire so famous to House Targaryen now.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Linus Roache


NAME: Queen Laena Targaryen (Velaryon)
AGE: 36
HOUSE: Targaryen (born Velaryon)
THEME SONG: "Everybody wants to rule the world" - Lorde
PERSONALITY: Deceptive, regal, discerning, cunning, relentless
THREE LIFE FACTS: * As long as she's lived, she's known that her place in life was to marry a Targaryen. At least, it was what her father told her. Their House was one as bound to the dragon's legacy as any one House could ever hope to be. They'd had a slight falling out, if it could be called that, in the years of the Targaryens' absence, and upon their return it seemed no one was too eager to welcome back Driftmark into the fold. But Jacaerys Velaryon had two daughters and a plan for a match. His elder daughter was to marry Prince Jaehaerys, become Queen. She would have done it, too, if not for the riding accident she suffered as they rode for King's Landing to arrange the meet. So, Lady Indira Velaryon died before the Prince ever set eyes on her. Laena was too young still at this time to ever have the King agree to the match, and so Jaehaerys was married, soon producing twin heirs with his bride.
* As years went by, Laena became aware of her father's bitterness, which had somehow become aimed at her. The way he spoke to her, they might have believed it was her fault their plan had gone south. But it was too late, wasn't it? The Prince, now the King, was married. Lord Velaryon's bitterness had found its way into his daughter now, turning to determination to set things right at any cost. She rode for King's Landing at age sixteen, without telling her father, orchestrating an encounter with the King. She had never seen the man with her own eyes, and for what amount of pretense she'd believed to be required to make herself appear impressed and just slightly enamored, she came to see she'd had it all wrong. Jaehaerys was easy to love, easier to ingratiate herself with. In no time, it seemed the chaste young visitor was a welcomed extended guest. All along, all she waited on was an opportunity. The plan was so entwined with her purpose for being in King's Landing that she didn't think about it. So when the chance presented itself, Laena took it. No one ever knew the hand she played in the Queen's death. When she wrote him, the response came in another's hand, informing her of her father's death. Of all things, it was their respective losses, their grief, which bridged the gap between Laena and Jaehaerys, and in time led to their union. In the blink of an eye, Lady Velaryon had become Queen Laena Targaryen, with a dragon in her belly, a girl they would call Indira.
* Sometimes she has trouble believing twenty years have gone by since that rosy-cheeked girl first set foot inside the Red Keep. But here she is, a Queen, respected, loved, with her daughter joined in time by her little dragon, Lucerys, and her youngest, Valaena. As to her stepchildren, it would really only depend. In the company of others, they were the beautiful realization of their late Queen, who Laena knew she would be proud of, and for whom she had done her best to be friend if not mother. As for on their own, well... Laena made it a point to make such encounters be as short as possible. In particular, she and Daena have absolutely no love lost between one another. Laena has no problem with this, so long as it doesn't affect her standing, or her children's. In more recent years, Laena has been forced to take note of some possibility that the ease they enjoyed since the wedding could be challenged. So she's turned to the one she trusts most in King's Landing - which is not to say she's never lied to her - and enlisted Dira to carry her weight in maintaining their status. If she could do it, so could the girl.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Anastasia Griffith


Name: Prince Maegor Targaryen (II)
Age: Twenty
House: Targaryen; future King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.
Personality: Magnetic, abstruse, intrepid, philandering, quick-tempered.
Three Life Facts:
- Though hyperaware of the expectations pressing down upon him since birth, Maegor possesses an indomitable spirit of adventure. Nurtured by endless tales of his grandmother’s heroics, many of which came from the aging lips of the woman herself before she’d surrendered to the Stranger, he was at first a mischievous troublesome youth, never one to submit to his septa’s authority. He terrorized the halls of the Red Keep, alternatingly hiding from his servants and guards and sending them into a panic, and scaring the piss out of any unsuspecting peons by popping out of the most incongruous places and catching them unawares. Never having been permitted to depart on any epic journeys spanning the seven kingdoms or even to conquer his own far-off, distant city with naught but his own (inherited) dragon by his side, Maegor channeled his restless energy into acts of rebellion that would continue—though with increasing subtlety—far into adulthood. To make matters worse, in much of his misdeeds he’d have a persistent, willing partner in the form of his twin sister, Daena. When caught, he always bore the brunt of the blame but he was never resentful of that fact, vocal and staunch herald and protector of his twin’s innumerous virtues.
- Now a man grown, Maegor has exchanged the childish hijinks in favor of a different sort of challenge – that of the female enigma. Which he explores frequently, thoroughly, and enthusiastically. He is not yet married, nor even betrothed, and fully intends on littering the known world with purple-eyed bastards before married life puts a slight damper on the reach of his roving eye. Being who he is, and who he’ll eventually become, he’s never actually had to try hard to convince a woman into his bed, but he slakes his thirst for novelty in conducting unique encounters in unusual places. On one memorable occasion, he was caught by his father and the entirety of his small council ‘romancing’ a beautiful Dornish woman on the Iron Throne. Padded beforehand out of consideration for her comfort, of course.
- In spite of his frivolous dealings with women and rather cavalier attitude to the dignity and gravitas expected of one eventually meant to rule, Maegor has naught but sincere, noble intentions for his future turn at the reins. Though he’d not endured a fraction of the hardship his grandmother suffered he, marginally, inherited a portion of her good will and compassion, and at present it has yet to be stomped out of him by misfortune of circumstance. His life, just as it is, is as close to a bowl of cherries as one optimist can imagine—though this will, of course, inevitably change.
Relationships: tba
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Charlie Hunnam


Name: Princess Daena Targaryen
Age: Twenty
House: Targaryen
Theme Song: Arsonist’s Lullaby by Hozier
Personality: Capricious, Whimsical, Beguiling, Impulsive and Wily.
Three Brief Facts:
- A young woman of many passions, the eldest daughter born to the King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord Protector of the realm has always been the playful and friendly sort, prone to many a flight of fancy and idle revelry. Any laughter or music heard echoing in the large cavernous halls of the Red Keep can often be traced back to Daena Targaryen and her equally frolicsome flock of ladies in waiting. She has always delighted in the grand spectacle of theater, and that coupled with her passion for dance may account for the large number of Balls held in King’s Landing. Daena’s appreciation for the arts has resulted in a strange retinue companions from singers and bards, to mummers and puppeteers. In addition to the arts, Daena is reputed to have an interest in the occult as well, having developed a fascination with the arcane upon returning from a tour of The Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis. More colorful rumors involving the princess tend to suggest she has dabbled in the dark arts a time or two herself.
- Over the years Daena has become obsessed with Targaryen history, specifically the many Queens and Princesses of the Targaryen dynasty of old. Though more similar to Rhaenys in personality, it is Aegon the Conqueror’s warrior sister, Visenya, that she developed a greater admiration for. Similarly, Queen Alysanne Targaryen, forever known to history as the Good Queen Alysanne, ruled side by side with her brother King Jaehaerys I. There was the first Daenerys who ended centuries of bloodshed with Dorne after she married its prince. There was also Rhaella, The Queen who Never Was, who died in battle at the age of five and fifty clad in armor atop her dragon. And then there was Rhaenyra, once called The Realm’s Delight, only to become its bane in the aftermath of the Targaryen civil wars known as the Dance with Dragons. All women have served as inspiration for the princess, who is determined to make her own stamp on history in one form or another. And let’s not forget her namesake, Daena the Defiant. Though no Queen herself, her legacy would go on to play a crucial role in another set of Civil Wars that would bleed the Seven Kingdoms for several decades. Delusions of grandeur are thus frequent with this one.
- Daena Targaryen came into the world just seven minutes after the birth of her twin brother, Maegor Targaryen, and from that moment on they were nigh inseparable from one another. Maegor has no greater fan, no proponent more fervent, than his younger twin sister. What began as a normal co-dependent bond that exists between twins in their youth has steadily evolved into something slightly unnatural over the years though due in part to Daena’s obsession with Targaryen history and the archaic practice of wedding brother to sister. The lines between sisterly affection, admiration and budding infatuation continue to blur together more and more with each passing day.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Tamzin Merchant


Name: Princess Indira *Dira* Targaryen
Age: Eighteen
House: Targaryen
Song: Demon by Imagine Dragons
Personality: Adaptable, Perceptive, Coquettish, Insidious, and (selectively) Compassionate
Three Brief Facts:
- Having entered the world prematurely, Indira knows what is to be pitied. Underestimation could’ve easily been her middle name. Where others squawked she squeaked. Rarely was the stunted dragon taken seriously. It was her cross to bear throughout her youth, yet presently serves as her source of strength. When no one was looking Indira grew into a capable young woman. A true force to be reckoned with. While her siblings draw attention with their loud personalities she is subtle in her manipulations, free to roam the castle corridors undetected. Free to watch and learn. Free to gather entail and try on new faces/personalities like the chameleon she is.
- Dira is a lover of all things unusual. Her heart beats for misfits. The more out of place something or someone is, the better. This fascination for what does not belong stems from multiple factors: a sickly childhood, a half-blood Targaryen status, a ‘perfect’ sister to compete with, etc. Her dragon Viserion is even different, standing out with his distinct cream colored scales. Dira often wonders if the Gods mistakenly placed her in Kings Landing. With her affinity for charities and lost causes, she’d be better suited to call herself a Tyrell of Highgarden.
- Unlike her decidedly active siblings, Dira remains untouched. Purity has proven a valuable weapon in her 'I'm so innocent' arsenal. And there are ways to satisfy one’s self without a man’s touch. Once, just last year, Dira nearly slipped with a Lannister banner man, only to be ‘saved’ by the protective roar of Viserion. The dragon thought his mistress manhandled and reacted accordingly. He chewed on his victims bones for days and no one was the wiser.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: Captivating
Played By: Emma Bell


NAME: Prince Lucerys Targaryen
AGE: 13
HOUSE: Targaryen, son of King Jaehaerys & Queen Laena
THEME SONG: "Ra" - Nathan Lanier
PERSONALITY: Silent, precise, fiery, enraged, entitled
THREE LIFE FACTS: * For so long as he can remember, his mother has called him her little dragon. She told him there was fire in his blood, and that no one would ever dare get in his way. He could do no wrong. He saw the majestic creatures that were the dragons, and though none of them were his to claim, he had long held the desire to one day ride them. The more he grew, the more determined of this he became.
* He might have laughed and smiled his way through his first few years, but the more he grew, the rarer it became that he showed any emotion of the kind. He was not a cruel boy by any means, but if he felt in any way warranted to strike, then he did. He had always been told who he was, and what that meant, so if the others didn't know then why shouldn't he educate them? As a Prince in his position, he had every resource at his fingertips to make him into the dragon he was. Masters at arms, maesters, septons, the very best were brought to him, from wherever they came, be it Dragonstone, or Dorne, even a few Dothraki; it only seemed right. One day, Lucerys knows, his brother will be King, and he in turn will have a place by his side. He knows, and he will be ready. Of course, if anything ever happened to his brother, and he had no heirs...
* As unwelcoming as the boy Prince may appear, it is not to be mistaken for something it isn't. He has his own way to show affection, as selective as he is to extend it. He would tear apart anyone who ever so much as looked at Valaena the wrong way, and the same could be said of their mother. He hero worships his father and he looks to his brother as the man he's being groomed to serve more than family. As for his older sisters, he has little to show for them, hardly ever says a word to them.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Nathan O'Toole


NAME: Princess Valaena Targaryen
AGE: 8
HOUSE: Targaryen, daughter of King Jaehaerys & Queen Laena
THEME SONG: "Le Manège" - Stanislas
PERSONALITY: Soft, imaginative, sunny, innocent, mannered
THREE LIFE FACTS: * If ever a dragon sleeps within Valaena Targaryen, it is good and comatose. From the day she was born, she was everything a good little princess was ever expected to be. Her violet eyes sparked with curiosity and wonder, and though she obeyed and respected her mother the Queen, it was her father's arms she ran into time and again, from the moment she learned to teeter along on her feet. Her septa would have to keep a firm hold on her hand to keep the girl from running to him, be it out on the road, or in the middle of the throne room, with the King perched on his jagged edged seat. Valaena learned to control herself in time, though soon as she was given any sign at all that she could go to him, she was an arrow with a mark. Her brother Lucerys would scold her against such things, but she knew he wasn't really mad; he never was. Her other siblings she is also close to, though none nearly as much as Lucerys.
* She has always been fascinated by the dragons, as she was bound to. She didn't see them as great monsters as many did, nor could she ever. They were magic, a miracle, returned after having disappeared from their world for so long. She herself had been named after Valaena Velaryon, the first of her mother's House to join to her father's, to the Targaryens, and together they had brought forth Aegon and his sisters, who had conquered Westeros with their dragons. Now here they were today, Velaryon and Targaryen together again, with Maegor, his sisters, and the dragons... True, Maegor and Daena were not Velaryon, but in Valaena's head it did not matter. She firmly believes it means something good.
* Her one concern in life has always seemed to be the unknown. It started out of hearing her septa speak of the Stranger and turned into looking back on the horrors her ancestors had suffered. Try as she might to keep it all bottled away and keep her sunny way along, she worries. Before long they will begin speaking of matching her with some Prince or another, and then she'll have to leave King's Landing, her parents, her brothers and sisters, the dragons... All she ever wants is to keep running through the Red Keep forever.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Ruby O'Leary


House Baratheon of Storm’s End
“Do you think it’s honor that keeps them in line? Do you think it’s honor that is keeping the peace? It’s fear! Fear and blood!”

House Words: Ours is the Fury
House Sigil: Crowned Black Stag
Ruling Domain: The Stormlands
Although the name “Baratheon” is the youngest of the great houses in Westeros, their lineage can still be traced back to the Age of Heroes from 8,000-10,000 years ago in a time of peace that existed before the invasion of the Andals. The name of “Baratheon” first appeared in the form of Orys Baratheon, who served as one of Aegon the Conqueror’s great generals and was speculated to be one of his bastard brothers. The Baratheons were closely tied to the Targaryens for nearly 300 years as their families were joined by blood both on and off the field of battle. Consequently it was also a Baratheon who unseated the Targaryen empire after leading a rebellion against King Aerys Targaryen, and claimed the Iron Throne for his own. The Baratheons are an equally volatile and knavish people, and are often hardy in build with dark hair and light blue eyes. Their fickle and insolent personalities are better suited for waging wars on the battlefield than managing the subtler art of politics. King Robert Baratheon left the Kingdom in debt following his most suspicious death 60 years ago, which it only recovered from in recent years. Relations between the Baratheons and the Targaryens remain strained in the decades that followed the return of Daenerys Targaryen and the end of the War of Ice and Fire. The current Lord of Storm’s End is an ambitious man and formidable man, seasoned in warfare from various exploits across the narrow sea. But his legacy remains in question with a notoriously feeble and sickly heir with only younger daughters expected to continue the bloodline.

Characters:

Name: Syemon Baratheon
Age: Twenty-five
House: Baratheon
Theme Song: "Break The Night With Colour" by Richard Ashcroft
Personality: Shrewd, calculating, quick-witted, practical, sharp.
Three Life Facts:
• The birth of Lord Baratheon's eldest child Syemon, his only son and heir apparent, was not an event marked with a single emotion approaching happiness, nor even mere relief that his first-born child would be a male to carry on the family bloodline into future generations. It was scarcely six months past his wedding to a lady of House Manderly, only recently starting to show signs of the life she carried inside her, when the Lord was informed of his young bride's early labor and the unlikely survival of both she and the child. Despite the Maester's steadfast belief that such an outcome was definite, both mother and child made it through childbirth but it was clear to all that the frail newborn, far too small and more sickly than any who had come before him, would not last through morning. Though few would have believed it possible, survive Syemon did, through that night and the next and for many more to come, though his infancy and childhood was fraught with ill-health and the continued threat of a early demise.
• Though Syemon felt his mother tried hard to care for him despite his early sickness, he could not say the same for his father, as the Lord distanced himself further and further from his son the older and older Syemon got. Lord Baratheon felt that it was right to spend as little time as possible with his heir for he felt that sooner or later the Stranger would come to claim young Syemon. It was for this reason that his parents spent many years unsuccessfully trying to produce another son, their attempts met with many difficult losses and hard pregnancies for his mother, who ultimately bore the Lord of Storm's End three daughters before concerns for her own health put an end to her childbearing years. Now a grown man, albeit far from vigorous and able-bodied, Syemon has already outlived one of his parents with his mother recently deceased, and is poised to survive the other as the Baratheon Lord has returned to Storm's End in rapidly declining health after serving for many years on the Small Council as the Master of Laws in King's Landing.
• At the age of twenty-five, Syemon remains unmarried as his father has long believed that the best hope for continuing the Baratheon line and securing a solid future for the family name would be to marry his young daughters off to his strongest supporters and forge new alliances. As such, he held that the idea of grooming Syemon to become the Lord of Storm's End would be a worthless endeavor, for if the Stranger would not come to claim his son, there would be no man in the Stormlands willing to accept such a feeble man as their protector. What Syemon lacks in body he has more than made up for in mind and has become a far greater force than one would first suspect based on the stories throughout the Seven Kingdoms of his poor health and supposed lack of intellect. Syemon knows his house's continued survival rests firmly on his shoulders, not in-between the legs of his sisters as his father believes, and has endeavored to better himself in any way possible and forge his own path to eventual glory, with or without the ailing Lord Baratheon on his side.
Relationships: To be determined.
Taken By: fleur captives
Played By: Colin Morgan


Name: Lyonel Baratheon
Age: Thirty-One
House: Baratheon
Theme Song: Showbiz
Personality: Affable, Impetuous, Licentious, Audacious and Brazen.
Three Life Facts:
- Lyonel Baratheon was almost an afterthought when he came into the world, the last of five children to be born to the then Lord and Lady of Storm’s End. With several heirs already established before him, Lyonel was free to pursue whatever whim possessed him with little reproach. A boisterous and rambunctious youth, while his eldest brother put to practice the lessons learned from his maester’s tutelage, running the day to day operations of Storm’s End in all but name until their father eventually passed, Lyonel prowled about the large ancient castle, stalking his elder sisters and delighting in the small frights his adolescent self could imagine for them. His parents, unconventional rulers that they were, largely left Lyonel to his own devices and encouraged whatever fanciful ambitions he might have imagined for himself. If Lyonel wanted to be a warlock from the exotic city of Qarth, he could be a warlock from the city of Qarth. If he wanted to explore the old ruins of Valyria, he was going to be an explorer. And if he wanted to be a simple hedge knight, then that was fine too. For Lyonel Baratheon’s parents, his happiness was paramount above all other things. That all changed when his father passed away and his brother ascended to the seat of Lord of Storm’s End.
- Fifteen years his elder, Lyonel’s older brother was already married before he could even use a privy by himself. Lyonel became an uncle at the age of six, though the proximity in age between he and his nephew left Lyonel closer to his brother’s children than he had ever been with the man himself. Stern and dour, Lyonel’s older brother attempted to do what his parents never did and cow the unruly boy. Predictably, all efforts were met with significant dissent, and the more his brother attempted to control him, the more quarrelsome he became. Lyonel left Storm’s End behind at the age of ten and six, his devotion to the Warrior being his only guide in life. He would presumably disappear off the face of the Earth for some time and then turn up in a skirmish later on, or sell his sword when struck by a whim, but for the most part Lyonel drifted about here and there, often in some kind of drunken stupor. His brother intervenes periodically, usually with threats to marry him off to some minor lord’s minor daughter, the most recent of which resulted in Lyonel counter-threatening to join the Night’s Watch to avoid the issue once and for all. Enlisting as a Gold Cloak in King’s Landing was the closest thing to a compromise Lyonel and his brother have been able to come to in almost fifteen years.
- Lyonel’s appointment as Lord Commander of the City Watch in King’s Landing was born more out of privilege than merit. Though his skill at arms has never been a question, Lyonel has never exactly been the leadership type. Brash and hotheaded, he’s more of an instigator than a problem solver, responsible for half the tavern brawls the gold cloaks are forced to break up. Of the many scoundrels that are rounded up for the black cells of the Red Keep, Lyonel could have probably counted most of them as friends or associates at one point or another given his propensity for gambling, whoring and general mischief making. If there’s any kind of order existent in Flea Bottom, it is only because Lyonel thinks the same way as the wretched and scum of Flea Bottom thinks, and commands some weird semblance of loyalty with the criminal base of King’s Landing. Some strange honor amongst thieves, if you will. Consequently, Lyonel is less than beloved amongst some segments of the guard, his name being his only shield against attempted mutiny.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Stanley Webber


House Stark of Winterfell
“When the snow falls and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the back survives.”

House Words: Winter is coming
Sigil: The Direwolf
Ruling Domain: The North
The Stark way is the Old way; they keep the gods of the first men and the children of the forest. Starks trace their history back to the time of the first men in Westeros, who coexisted with the children of the forest before the Andals invaded from the south to conquer the southern lands. Their house words are unique in that they are not a boast but rather a warning that good times, like summer, are fleeting. It was a Stark that built the 300 foot wall that protects most of Westeros from the land of never-ending winter, and it is the Starks that have served as Wardens of the North, protecting the South from wildling tribes beyond the wall. The Starks are pale skinned with dark hair and darker expressions. They value honor and truth above all things, often to the detriment of their own well-beings. The Stark name suffered its fall from grace after Lord Eddard Stark was declared a traitor to the realm and subsequently executed; his eldest son, Robb Stark, led a failed rebellion during the War of the Five Kings. As Robb led his large northern host in the direction of King’s Landing, the North fell from their control, their fortress was sacked, while the remaining members of House Stark were either killed off or forced into hiding. It has only been in recent years that House Stark has been able to piece itself back together, beginning with heading the war effort against the invasion of the Whites and ending with the reconstruction of Winterfell. Today House Stark has been reinstated as the principle Great House of the North, although it remains a shadow of its former glorious self.

Charactes:

Name: Lord Torren Stark
Age: Twenty-three
House: Stark
Personality: Honorable, Selfless, Quick-tempered, Determined, and Loyal
Three Life Facts:
- A second born son, Torren’s visions of the future scarcely included leadership and power plays. The topics came to mind solely to support his brother Bastian. Tales of sibling rivalry were lost on Torren, who never had a jealous bone in his body. All he felt for the Stark heir was sympathy. Torren was gifted a childhood, the freedom to make mistakes and learn from them, while his brother existed under lock and key. He danced and played and loved. His brother wasn’t afforded such merriments. Torren’s responsibilities eventually came into play. At fourteen he was made ward to the Baratheon family – a requirement to serve as his brother’s future advisor. In the Stormlands Torren went from a boy to a man. He matured physically and intellectually, but his emotional growth proved the strongest. Torren learned what it was to selflessly love the instant his eyes fell upon Cassanda Baratheon.
- The Baratheon family has their eldest daughter to thank for the unintentional winning of House Stark’s loyalty. At the end of his warding Torren returned to Winterfell to convince his reigning brother of an alliance. He spoke of his love for Cassanda and the kindness the stags showed him. Lord Baratheon, he proclaimed, was like his own flesh and blood. Bastian bristled at his brother’s boldness (he was Lord and wanted to plan such unions) but agreed to the request. If and only if Torren proved himself by acting as his advisor for two years. Cassanda and Torren accepted these conditions with grace. They saw one another four times in two years, writing countless letters in between. When the time came to arrange their marriage, however, all hell broke loose. Bastian Stark fell dead of a heart attack, though some suspect foul play. Torren’s unexpected rise to power has placed the Stark legacy in front of Cassanda. Torren wants to marry her but has to get his affairs in order first. Much to Lord Baratheon’s delight. The ailing ruler of the Storm Lands never intended to send his daughter North. He was merely buying time until a more profitable match could be made. Now, mercifully, he has more time to make one.
- Torren was blessed at birth with an ability few Starks still possess: warging. A party trick called upon in his youth, the Lord of Winterfell eventually abandoned warging for making him appear too odd and intimidating. He recently rediscovered its worth as a ruler. The supernatural gift has allowed him to witness important political dealings under the radar. By accessing the bodies of Stark dire wolves Torren has discovered his true friends and enemies. He fully intends to use this advantage outside of the North during his upcoming travels.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: Captivating
Played By: David Oakes


Name: Bethany Stark
Age: Eighteen
House: Stark
Personality: Dignified, righteous, hardheaded, impetuous, dauntless.
Three Life Facts:
- Even as a babe, with no conscious awareness of gender roles and societal norms, Bethany Stark wanted to pursue a life wherein she could actively become Jon Snow. Not Robb Stark, because he was silly and dead and earned his decapitation by being thick and thinking with his smaller head, but Jon Snow, Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, fearless warrior, conqueror of the White Walkers and eventual ruler of the seven kingdoms. She’d collect sticks of varying weights and ‘battle’ with them, chasing down her brothers and sisters on her stumpy toddler legs and beating them into submission, declaring herself victor when they’d cry and scream and their septa wrenched them apart. That young, she was permitted some leeway. Even when she sliced at her own hair, making off with a carving knife from supper and chopping her long brown locks into hideous form to more closely resemble her hero, she was only scolded and sent to bed without the promise of a story or goodnight kiss. As she aged, however, Bethany found herself the victim of unfamiliar scrutiny. Suddenly it was less okay that she turned her nose up at frilly frocks and carefully styled hair, wrenching the offending garments up over her head and frolicking about in naught but a shift, recently re-grown hair loose and flying all about. It was less okay that she still chased after her elder brothers with sticks and goaded them into fights, deeming them white walkers and she their foe, a ranger of the Night’s Watch. At age ten she was informed, in no uncertain terms, that it was ‘time to be done with that Jon Snow rubbish, now’ and she was ‘to be a lady, proper and lovely.’ Bethany refused to become the former. Her body and face refused to become the latter.
- Though her father had grown more strict in her maidenly lessons, his punishments more legitimate than a lack of kisses or stories before bed, Bethany continued to rebel in her own way. She’d sit through the monotony of needle work, stitching gruesome scenes of battles past, just long enough to earn the long-suffering approval of her septa before sneaking off to observe her siblings in the training yard. Bless her brother Torren, who’d grown fond of her despite the many bruises she’d littered upon him over the years, because he saw no issue in instructing young Bethany on his daily lessons after the Stark master-at-arms had finished teaching them. Boys playing with wooden swords wouldn’t quite be enough for her, she’d discover, after making the accidental acquaintance of her wilder, more feral cousins from the New Gift. On more than one occasion she’d risked her own life sneaking away to join them, intent on absorbing their savage fighting style because it was as close as she’d ever get to proper training. Or so she believed at the time. Young Freya was a boon to her blossoming confidence as a warrior-in-the-making, far unlike any of the other women she’d met at Winterfell because she fought amongst her male counterparts with no concern as to her rightful place in polite society.
- Eventually, her lord father became fed up with retrieving her from Queenscrown time and time again. If swordplay was where her interest lay, he would indulge her anew—so long as she remained safely behind the walls of Winterfell. Under the direct tutelage of their master-at-arms, who protested little about his new student (and likely knew of her efforts for quite some time), Bethany honed her skills with the passionate dedication of one who knew not the concepts of exhaustion, starvation, or thirst. Emboldened from her flourishing skills, she entered herself into a few smaller tourneys, taking on the moniker of Ser Jon the Swift and hiding behind a helmet and full suit of boiled leathers. At first, she fared poorly. Unfamiliar as she was with fighting men who were not her siblings, nor house guards careful never to genuinely hurt her. The agonizing frustration of failure and defeat drove her to demand lessons from her betters, offering coin for the privilege though the giant shaggy red dire wolf by her side served as greater incentive. From these lessons she continued to improve, until one memorable day she bested an arrogant knight of the vale—largely by accident and with the help of a bit of learned trickery from Ser Loras Tyrell—and ended up winning the tourney at large. Ser Jon the Swift named Lady Gemma Tyrell the Queen of Love and Beauty and never once removed his helmet, though within its confines Lady Bethany Stark was blushing profusely at the sweet smile Lady Tyrell aimed her way as thanks.
Relationships: tba
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Talulah Riley


NAME: Elric Stark
AGE: 25
HOUSE: Starks of the Gift; the free folk
THEME SONG: "In the Embers" - Sleeping at Last
PERSONALITY: Internal, natural, animalistic, fierce, protective
THREE LIFE FACTS: * Any other place, Elric Stark might expect, better yet require, to be called Lord. He was descended directly from the Starks of Winterfell, but unlike his castle bound cousins, he and his branch of the family tree took root, mere generations ago, on the New Gift, among the relocated free folk. By the time Elric was born, the Starks of the Gift were as 'wild' as any other, and considered as such by their kin. They may have lived 'south of the Wall,' their conditions changed, but they had held to their way of life as closely as they ever could. His mother told him tales of her people, going back as far as their history would go, while his father instilled in him the values and stories of the Starks. The first time Elric remembers being at Winterfell, on his cousin Torren's first name day, he was three years old and as awed as he was afraid of the great structures. When they returned to the Gift, the small boy carried with pride a black furred direwolf pup. With eyes like golden moons in the sky, Elric called him Night.
* If in years to come the growing direwolf was a constant companion, so too was Freya. Bolder than he could ever be though she was, he could not remember a time when she wasn't by his side. People called him brave, but he didn't feel it. Freya, though, she could make him feel like he could do anything, or maybe it was that she made him better. Together they would go on adventures - or get in trouble, more like. He is so very protective of her, but all the same he depends on her, and now, whether he's known it for as long as he's felt it, he knows there is something there between them, waiting to happen. And then something did... started to, at least. Getting word his cousin Torren was making for King's Landing, Elric did something he never thought he'd do. He stole Freya away, first to Winterfell, then off on the Kingsroad with the rest of the Stark party.
* Quiet as he can be, at times he can be seen by those outside the Gift as something bordering on feral, a wolf on two legs. He never did so good with castles, save for Winterfell, and even then... He was made for the open air, sky and snow, ice and rock... But the last thing he's ever wanted was for him or his people to be seen as just what so many in Westeros still see them. His father taught him what his House had stood for, and he may not be a leader among the free folk, but to the Kingdoms south of his home, his name comes with a legacy, and he is not about to shame it. Maybe he can prove it to them, but he sure won't do a thing if he stays hidden up at the New Gift. If he has to visit the tall towers where so much of his family's past grief initiated in order to do it, then so be it.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: François Arnaud



House Lannister of Casterly Rock
“I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you are safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. And you will know the debt is paid.”

House Words: Hear me roar
House Sigil: The Lion
Ruling Domain: The Westerlands
Great house of the Westerlands and the wealthiest of Houses in all the Seven Kingdoms, the Lannisters seat their house atop a literal goldmine under their fortress of Casterly Rock, and they serve as Wardens of the West. Although their official house motto is “Hear me roar,” the more common, unofficial expression associated with the Lannisters is “a Lannister always plays his debts,” for they are a fortuitous ally to have at one’s back as well as one’s coin purse. On the flip side of that coin, a Lannister never forgets when he has been wronged. Cross a Lannister and spend the rest of your days sleeping with one eye open. Known for being as clever as they are ruthless, the Lannisters have always kept themselves close to the throne in one form or another. Whether serving as Hand of the King or ruling the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, the Lannisters always seem to be in the right place at the right time, though anyone would be a fool to believe their good fortunes are accidental happenstances. The Lannisters make their own luck. With fair skin and full heads of golden hair, the Lannisters are regal predators, and do not require an iron throne to validate their dominance. The man who truly rules the realm is the man who has the realm in his pocket. Long after the Lannisters left King’s Landing the Kingdom was still millions of septoms in their debt, and so the Lannisters remain influential to the King’s council. Today, a young Lord of Casterly Rock rules the Westerlands and is a close companion of the Heir Apparent to the throne. He currently sits on the King’s Small council as its Master of Coin.

Characters:

Name: Lady Ambryl Lannister
Age: Forty-Five
House: Lannister (formerly Westerling)
Personality: Caustic, Ambitious, Mendacious, Bias, and Comely
Three Life Facts:
- Ambryl Lannister was not always accustomed to the lavish lifestyle her married House provided. A child of the Westerlands, her upbringing was often difficult and disheartening. Her ancestors knew great prosperity. Ambryl knew stagnation. A shadow of the stronghold it once was, the Crag made Ambryl nostalgic for times past. It also made her strong. Ambryl’s circumstances lit a fire in her belly, a fire for more than her father thought possible. Aiding her quest for rebirth was Ambryl’s brother Alester. The future Lord of the Crag, unlike the reigning, believed beauty could be made from ashes. The siblings positive attitudes and monetary intelligence inspired hope across the rocky region. And inadvertently led to their father’s demise. Those opposed to the acting Lord’s pessimism revolted by way of poison.
- Within two years of his ascension, Alester (with Ambryl’s help) was refilling his family’s coffers and utilizing their mines. Their efforts reignited trade in stones and fine metals, while simultaneously earning the attention of Great Houses. This led to a Hightower marriage for Alester and a Lannister union for Ambryl. Ambryl should have been content, and was for a spell, but the fire reignited. Long forgotten were the Westerling words “Honor, not Honors.” Settling for a second born Lannister could not be her future, nor her children’s. So she did what needed to be done. Orchestrating a “freak” tourney accident wasn’t hard. Lord Lannister had his fair share of enemies. Was ending a life the best course of action? Perhaps not, but it was the obvious choice. Ambryl’s brother-in-law was a childless drunk who’d felt her up one too many times. He had it coming, she told herself. It’s what helped her sleep at night while her husband enjoyed his new reign. It’s what she repeated when her ungrateful husband cheated and she poisoned him.
- As the Gods, fate, or karma (take your pick) would have it, Ambryl’s oldest son followed with consumption two years later. Ambryl nearly broke from the loss. Parents were not meant to outlive their children. The week after her oldest boy’s death, Ambryl drew a bath and slit her wrists. A ladies maid found her minutes before she passed to another world. Tybalt could have pitied his mother, could have locked her away not to shame him, but he stood by her. Her baby boy reminded her of her strength. He assured her she had a purpose among the living. Ambryl knew what that reason was the day Damon was conceived. She existed for Tybalt, undoubtedly, but for the next generation too. Her grandson, and the infants to come, kept her sane and prevented her from lashing out at Lorene. The free spirited minx never loved her eldest son and jumped into Tybalt’s willing arms far too soon after his death. She’s not worthy of the Lannister name.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: Captivating
Played By: Elizabeth Mitchell


Name: Lord Tybalt Lannister
Age: Twenty-Four
House: Lannister; Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, Warden of the West and Master of Coin
Theme Song: Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Personality: Calculating, Glib, Ambitious, Rational and Perceptive.
Three Brief Facts:
- Born the second son of a second son, it was never in the cards for Tybalt Lannister to rule as Lord of one of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms and so any glory he hoped to attain in life would have to be attained through his own tenacity and fortitude. He would pursue a number of different venues in an effort to carve out some place in history for himself. Knighthood seemed the obvious choice for a boy of eleven and ten and so he started out as a squire for Ser Alistair Whent of the Kingsguard. Not four moons had passed following his eventual Knighthood at the age of ten and six before he abandoned that path in life for one centered instead on wisdom and study. Tybalt would go on to apprentice at the Citadel in Oldtown, going so far as to forge several links of a Maester’s change, before deciding the life of a Maester was too tedious and mundane for his liking in the end.
- A series of unrelated events moved Tybalt up in the line of succession in regards to the inheritance of Casterly Rock, beginning with a freak accident claiming his childless uncle’s life in a Grand Tourney. It meant little to Tybalt at the time, having an older brother of his own who was poised to take his father’s place as Lord of Casterly Rock but as happenstance would have it, both brother and father would be claimed by the Stranger in the span of three years. For the first time in his twenty one years, Tybalt was faced with the reality of honoring a duty he had never before known. The once fickle youth seemed to find purpose in his new role and committed to his duty with newfound purpose and diligence, beginning with a union to his brother’s newly widowed wife.
- Though admittedly fickle when younger, no one could deny that when Tybalt did commit to something, he excelled at it beyond all expectation for the duration he chose to pursue it. His experiences in both King's Landing and Old Town have helped to create a uniquely well-rounded mind for military warfare, not to mention he displayed the natural Lannister gift of money handling when he managed to refill Casterly Rock's depleting coffers through a number of advantageous trade agreements made with the Free Cities of Essos. It was Tybalt Lannister's ability to settle a decades long debt with the Iron Bank of Bravos that initially garnered him attention from the capital though, and when he was invited to fill his father's vacated seat on the Small Council, Tybalt was all too happy to oblige. The young Master of Coin thus relocated his beloved wife and their newborn son from Casterly Rock to King's Landing, Lannister fortunes finally looking to be on the upturn for the first time in nearly fifty years.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Todd Lasance


Name: Lady Lorene (Tyrell) Lannister
Age: Twenty-one
House: Lannister
Personality: Courteous, tactful, benevolent, intuitive, lighthearted.
Three Life Facts:
- Lorene has been spoon-fed the ‘feminine empowerment’ kool-aid since early childhood and the genesis of her conscious mind. Her mother being who she is, her grandmother being who she was, her great-grandmother… et cetera, Tyrell women have been known as a collective to be the puppet-masters behind every Tyrell man, and capable companions to men of power beyond the rose bushes of Highgarden. Expectations for Lorene took a similar path, eldest of the latest gaggle of Tyrell daughters and with so much pure, unbridled potential in the discerning glimmer of her blue-gray eyes, the deliberate curve of her rose petal lips, and perhaps most importantly the acuity of her mind. She was her mother’s star pupil, feminine talents and wiles honed like the sword-making or medicine-mixing skills of a craftsman and to what end? The promise of her hand to the heir-apparent of House Lannister, a man whom she’d not even met but became enticed by overinflated tales of her ‘legendary beauty,’ ‘endless fount of charm,’ and ‘bountiful fertility of womb.’ Which was enough, apparently, because she was wedded on the eve of her seventeenth nameday, dressed in the cloak of House Lannister, and bidding her beloved mother and sisters a rather tearful farewell before departing for Casterly Rock forever.
- Lorene couldn’t truly find it in her heart to love her new husband, and likewise it seemed Lorene’s ‘above ordinary’ traits weren’t near enough to the bardic tales of her majesty to suit her Lord of Lannister’s expectations. She was still as beautiful, still as charming, still as clever as any Tyrell woman—within humanly reason—but not quite reaching the levels of Maris the Maid nor Nymeria of the Rhoynar. It was difficult to care for a man who simply looked for reasons to be disappointed in her, but Lorene made do with naught by the sporadic letter of complaint to her sisters on the stupidity and impractical ideals of Lannister men. Fortunately, she’d only have to ‘make do’ for a short time, less than a year, before her husband simply refused to wake one morn and the silent sisters were carrying her beloved lion away to be anointed and prepared for his funeral. Her mourning period was awkwardly brief, filled less with mourning than thankful prayers to the Seven and, memorably, a duty-bound proposal by her dead husband’s stern-faced younger brother.
- In Tybalt, surprisingly, Lorene would discover the happiness and satisfaction she’d not known nor anticipated during her first marriage. Though their union was born out of pure obligation, Lorene found a companion in her second spouse—astute, keen to provide, handsome and perhaps, most importantly, free of any bar of merit that he fully expected Lorene to mount and leap over on a daily basis. She found herself growing fonder and fonder of the man as time went on, blossoming into what felt like some great romance the day their first child, Damon, was born. There was no room in her mind nor heart for the lessons her mother spent years tirelessly imposing upon her—there was only Damon, whom she insisted on nursing herself, on dressing herself, on cleaning herself and carrying about in a sling looped securely around her neck and shoulder. There was only Tybalt, whose calm yet heated gaze suggested many, many more children to come. Lorene had found her purpose, and it was one her mother had actively rallied against—and she didn’t care even the slightest bit.
Relationships: tba
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Romola Garai


NAME: Joanna Lannister
AGE: 17
HOUSE: Lannister
THEME SONG: "Light the Match" - Mirah
PERSONALITY: Manipulative, deceptive, intense, protective, secretive.
THREE LIFE FACTS: * Being the fourth born child and the middle of three daughters might have meant that Joanna Lannister would get lost in the fray, but anyone who would think that must not have read her name. She was a Lannister, and from a very young age she made one thing clear: they would hear her roar. Now, she could have been the kind of child who threw tantrums to get what she wanted, but it was all the opposite. For having walked a pace behind her lady mother for as long as she could walk, she saw how the Lady of Casterly Rock behaved in the world, and more importantly she saw how the world behaved in return, and this revelation would become the foundation to who she was. Like her mother, she had been graced with striking beauty and charm to match, and with the manners she had been taught, nobles and commoners alike would soon come to know her for the lioness she was. And any lioness worth her pelt had the claws to match. Handmaidens, cooks, maesters, anyone of her household without the Lannister name knew early on not to cross or displease her. Early on, her way of dealing with this 'poor service,' ranged anywhere from breaking and soiling to spreading false accusations. Anyone who came to serve at Casterly Rock knew their continued employ hinged in no small part on pleasing the tiny lion.
* As to the second motto associated to her house, insuring how her kin always paid their debts, it was hardly any concern to her; she rarely did anything that would put her in anyone's debt. If she could do anything herself, she did, and if she couldn't do it herself - and if this wasn't merely realistically impossible - then maybe it wasn't worth doing at all. Once she undertook something, she meant to see it through. As she grew, both older and taller, Joanna continued her reign among her household, and among her sisters. Her older sister was so quiet she might have been pining after a place with the Silent Sisters, and her younger sister, well... her younger sister was Myri, and enough said. Joanna was the true heir, and by that she did not mean to Casterly Rock, no, that was her brother Tybalt, and more power to him. Joanna was Ambryl Lannister's true heir. She may not have been born a Lannister, but that was the thing about a wedding cloak; sometimes it showed a person's true colors. Joanna would forever be out to please her mother. She did not do this in any pathetic way, grovelling at her heels like some dog begging its master for a bone. By her very nature, she was a child a mother could be proud of, provided that this mother bore the Lannister name. That was how Joanna looked on the world.
* When the little lioness had grown into a much taller one, she had grown bored of Casterly Rock. She would have done anything to change her world, and by chance an opportunity presented itself. Her older brother and their Lord, now that both their father and elder brother had gone, was on his way to King's Landing. At once, Joanna had gone to her mother, not begging but pleading her case as to why she should be made to go with him. Tybalt would not have done it, she knew, if their mother hadn't forced his hand, but she didn't care. At age fifteen she departed from Casterly Rock and settled in King's Landing, where she gladly began making friends with the Targaryen princesses... and the prince. In Dira and Daena she found worthy companions; she might say they were the sisters she was meant to have, instead of the ones she'd been given. As for Maegor, what she felt for him, from the moment she saw him, was not love. She may have been very young still, which would have made it natural if she didn't know what that was yet, if she didn't know exactly what it was she did feel: lust. She was still a maiden at the time, and in no time she had come to know the prince was in no way lacking when it came to warming his bed, but she didn't care. He had awakened something in her, and she would not be content for anyone else but him to reap the rewards. In the dark of night, she had left her room and found his, only to discover one of the kitchen girls resting next to him. Rather than abandoning her efforts, she had chased out the poor naked girl before turning to the prince. She didn't have to announce herself; he knew what she was after, and he gave just as he took. From then on, Joanna carried on this affair with him, with no intention for love, no demand for it, no desire for anything more than what the dragon could do with her body. Joanna didn't go about talking about any of it in public, and any birds or spiders or foolish handmaidens would know better than to run their mouths. It was only ever an unspoken arrangement between her and the prince. It was only ever supposed to be that, and then... a problem, on the morning of the prince and his twin's nameday celebration.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Elena Kampouris


Name: Myri Lannister
Age: Sixteen
House: Lannister
Personality: Competitive, indignant, sensitive, insecure, demure.
Three Life Facts:
- Myri is a mewling lioness. The last to depart her mother’s womb, perhaps it could be said that whatever vigor and bluster her father’s seed came equipped with had simply been tapped dry by the time she’d come along—though it had as much to do with her upbringing, in truth, and that she had two gorgeous, lovely sisters to live up to, and somehow she’d always been hyperconscious of that fact. Still possessing a stubborn ounce of body fat, having only just experienced her first bleed, and possessing a laughable half—quarter—of a handful for each breast, Myri only need gaze at her sisters to see what she was meant to look like, and feel the beginnings of a mean streak of resentment take seed and thrive inside of her. Sixteen, and still full of face and narrow of hip, it’s no wonder the sights of young lordlings pass over and through her toward more promising pursuits, but Myri takes each rejection, each failure to fall at her feet and worship the very ground she occupied as grievous personal insult. As a lioness her bravado might be severely subdued but those mewls often give way to full-bodied roars at any perceived slights—and it’s beginning to garner her a bit of a reputation. Not the most flattering, either.
- Despite all of the open gawping and shameless clinging, Myri’s girlish loins do not stir for her elder (living) brother. They do, however, want for a man highly similar—the intellect, the cleverness, the dedication to his House and family’s honor, and would it be far too eerie if he were blond and fit as well? Just not, obviously, Tybalt Lannister himself. Because Myri was not Cersei Lannister, and Tybalt had a great deal more sense than their dearly departed great (great?) uncle, and… well, Tybalt had glimpsed her when she was fat and naked and covered in her own snot from crying all the time, and how could she reasonably expect to be desired after having been seen like that? No, no, she did not yearn for her brother like a crazed, incestuous dragon. She did love him quite a bit, the sympathetic tilt of his face when she wept in his lap about her womanly problems, the hand he’d stroked her hair with in lieu of comforting words—because all men were terrible with such things, not just Tybalt—and the vow that, as Lord Lannister, he’d seek out an appropriate shining specimen of Lord to gift her as husband. Yes, Tybalt Lannister was her favorite man alive.
- Which was not to say that she didn’t also love her mother. She did. She does. But her mother shared so much in common with her elder sisters, and Myri couldn’t help but feel as if she were letting her beloved only parent down with each tenderly shed tear over the men who’d never acknowledge nor desire her. Her mother was, after all, the single greatest example of ‘How To Win At Choosing Your Mate,’ having manipulated her way into her seat at Casterly Rock with such… dedication. Myri aspired to be similar. What she needed to accomplish such a thing was tragically beyond her control, however, given that she couldn’t fill the bust line of a maidenly dress to save her life.
Relationships: tba
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Chloe Moretz



House Tyrell of Highgarden
“Soon enough all the power of The Reach will be marshaled against us, and then you may learn that some roses have steel thorns.”

House Words: Growing strong
House Sigil: The golden rose
Ruling Domain: The Reach
House Tyrell rules over the most fertile region of Westeros and are amongst the wealthiest of houses, second only to the Lannisters. The Reach is the home of chivalry, their Knights amongst the most revered and disciplined in all the seven Kingdoms. Their castle of High Garden sits along the bank of the river Mander and is renowned as being a cultural venue for music and art. As much as they are known for their cultivation of beauty, the Tyrells are equally known for their military prowess. With one of the largest standing armies in the seven Kingdoms, they serve as Wardens to the South, and can often make or break a rebellion depending on which side they happen to favor. The Tyrells were instrumental in defending the Red Keep from Stanis Baratheon’s invasion during the Battle of the Blackwater, and they would again prove valuable during the invasion of Whites from the North. With light brown curly hair and golden eyes, the Tyrells are as fair in beauty as they are ambitious and shrewd. They understand the virtue of patience and play a slower game of thrones than most. Some might even call them opportunists, though never to their faces. Nevertheless, House Tyrell always manages to be on the right (or rather: winning) side of history. It’s only in the recent century that they’ve managed to procure important council seats in Kings Landing and at one point a Tyrell served as two different Kings’ Consort. Today the Tyrells remain high spirited and sit proudly on their seat in Highgarden, and as always, it is their woman who are said to rule behind the scenes.

Characters:

Name: Lady Rowena Tyrell
Age: Thirty-Eight
House: Tyrell – The Lady of High Garden
Theme Song: Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful? by Paloma Faith
Personality: Crafty, Astute, Facetious, Ambitious and Charming.
Three Life Facts:
- Born a Hightower of Oldtown, Rowena had been one of four born Lord Orys Hightower and very obviously his favorite even above his eldest son and heir. In her youth she was renowned for her comely looks, her favor sought by many a lordling in various tourneys across the Seven Kingdoms. Famous amongst her many suitors had been one of the younger dragon princes, said to have once fallen to his knees before her to pledge his love to her beauty. Had things turned out differently, Rowena might herself be a Targaryen today, but dragon princes are notoriously reckless and he fell in battle before such a match could be made. In the end, it was the homely heir to Highgarden that secured her hand, her father arranging the union to help elevate their status in the Reach. Ever the dutiful daughter, Rowena approached the marriage with both open heart and mind, hoping that underneath the plain packaging was a Florian for her very own.
- Lord Raymond Tyrell proved to be no Florian in the end, save for the fool part. Raymond was likeable enough, sure, yet terribly underwhelming and comically ignorant of the fact. Ever the good and proper lady wife, Rowena learned to nod here and smile there, humoring her husband’s delusions of grandeur when it suited her. While her husband hunted and hawked and engaged in the various frivolous activities of a peacetime Liege Lord, Rowena ran the day to day business of the Reach behind the scenes, ensuring that the taxes were collected, the coppers counted, the people’s bellies full and the staff paid. Rowena quickly gained a reputation for being as intelligent and charming as she was pretty and fair. If courtesy was a lady’s armor, then flattery was her sword and wits were her shield.
- When younger, Rowena had been as idealistic as any other maid, enchanted by songs of gallant knights and fair maidens, rose colored glasses firmly planted on her comely features. As the monotony of married life began to settle in, so too did her perception of the world begin to change. She would never be Queen of the Seven Kingdom, earn glory as a warrior or rule her husband’s lands outright, but that did not mean she need be contented with a life of domesticity. Rowena learned to maneuver within the constraints of her gender and make use of the natural gifts bestowed to her. Men appreciate her beauty, and so she puts herself on display for them deliberately. She has also learned the subtle art of persuasion. Much of the council she provides her husband is presented as being the fruit of his own genius, which she of course encourages lest anyone catch on to the idea that a woman has more value than what exists between her legs. The key to a woman’s success is her ability to appear inconspicuous. Hers is a slow game, one that cares little for immediate satisfaction but considers the larger picture as a whole: the larger picture of course consisting of the continued success and happiness of her family.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Annabelle Wallis


Name: Lord Harlen Tyrell
Age: Twenty-Two
House: Tyrell
Personality: Fanciful, contrary, ingenuous, hedonistic, selectively obsequious.
Three Brief Facts:
- Though as much an embodiment of the archetypal Tyrell man as his mother and sisters are Tyrell women, Harlen was never given much of a chance to defy many expectations. Dubbed 'Harlen' after the original Tyrell toadying betrayer, that which bent knee to the first Targaryen King and lost the Reach to the dragon lords—thereby winning a seat for House Tyrell, but who’s counting—it seemed it was never in the cards for the first-born son to garner any legitimate respect. Tragically, as he grew into adulthood it became more and more evident that Harlen was his father’s son, blissfully inept at managing his lordly duties, mustering esteem for his noble house, or playing the game of thrones with anything resembling tact. Which was fine. Unlike his father, Harlen possesses a degree of self-awareness as to his own folly, enough that he capitulates to his mother in many things, great and small—even now, as a man of two-and-twenty.
- With his father mother handling the day-to-day affairs of Highgarden, and all of the political maneuverings besides, Harlen is free to enjoy a life of nothing but leisurely pursuits without the sour note of inevitable responsibility. A skilled hunter and tracker, Harlen spends much of his time outdoors foraging through the lush forests and honeyed plains of the Reach with naught but his horse and hound for company. But it was not always thus – at one point or another, Harlen fancied for himself a future as a Black Brother. And a member of the Kingsguard. And a Red Priest. And a pirate. What he knew of these professions began and ended with tales of heroism and glory, unpleasant bits glossed over, and each and every time he schemed to depart Highgarden in the middle of the night for places unknown, Harlen found himself being yanked back into place by his mother’s firm grip on his ubiquitous leash. Which he always resented, but always came to be grateful for—once he comprehended his potentially grievous mistake.
- Presently Harlen is without betrothal or attachment, something his father seems hasty to correct if the latest inundation of potential mates is any clue. Yet for much of his childhood his match was a relative certainty, betrothed to a girl from noble House Arryn of the Vale—an effort to join two great houses though their lords were already friendly, spending months at a time visiting one another’s holds with families in tow. At age eight Harlen was introduced to his intended, a fiery-haired thing whom he’d teased and bullied, incessantly, until she grew boring and then he simply avoided her altogether. At age twelve he accidently spied her naked and swore off girls for the rest of his life. At age thirteen he grew six inches and realized the error of his ways, though the young Lady Arryn still did not find his way back into his favor. At age fourteen he could acknowledge, maybe, that she’d outgrown her trollish childhood appearance. At age fifteen it was moot, the staunch friendship between Lords Tyrell and Arryn was abruptly over (for reasons beyond his teenage understanding) and the betrothal was off, Harlen never to visit the rocky perils of the Vale ever again. Wisely, his lord father has granted more control to Harlen in choosing his next future bride, though his present state of bachelorhood wasn’t precisely what Lord Tyrell envisioned.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Giacomo Gianniotti


Name: Gemma Tyrell
Age: Twenty
House: Tyrell
Personality: Nurturing. Sharp. Vivacious. Self-Doubting. Loving.
Three Life Facts:
- Gemma is a bright woman, who taught to be thus by the women of her family who seldom let things slip past them. She was taught to read and write at a young age. She doesn't always show of how intelligent she is until she know she can trust someone.
- Her father often let her do whatever she wanted, even if it wasn't proper for a girl of her standing - one of her favorite things to do at high garden was always to make a certain area of the garden, her very own for the year and pay all her love and attention to it and watch it flourish.
- Her family is trying to find a match for her, something she finds equal parts good and bad. She wants to settle down and have children and such, but that also means leaving behind a part of her life as a Tyrell and a daughter who is cared for. She is part ready and part scared for sure a time to come.
Relationships: TBA
Taken By: AtomicEmpress
Played By: Jenna Louise Coleman



House Tully of Riverrun
“Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned,” She wondered. “Did you teach him how to Kneel? The grave yards of the Seven Kinfdoms are full of brave men who had never learned that lesson.”

House Words: Family, Duty, Honor
House Sigil: A leaping trout
Unlike the other Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, House Tully has never ruled their own Kingdom. Not one of the colloquial “Seven Kingdoms” themselves, the Riverlands are more of an unofficial eighth Kingdom. House Tully is an old and ancient House that traces its lineage back to the First Men and served the Kings of the Trident prior to the War of Conquest. They would rise to prominence after joining their host to Aegon the Conqueror’s when he began his campaign to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, beginning with his campaign against King Harren the Black at Harrenhal. This pledge of loyalty earned them dominion over the Riverlands and the title of Lords Paramount of the Trident. The lack of natural boundaries has left the Riverlands vulnerable to conquest from the West and South, and thus the site of many battlegrounds. Marriage alliances thus became a strategic tactic employed in order to secure protection from neighboring Kingdoms looking to absorb territory in the Riverlands into their own Kingdoms. The Riverlands are also amongst the most fertile in the Seven Kingdoms, often responsible for feeding the whole of the realm. Members of house Tully tend to have auburn hair and light blue eyes. Family is, above all else, important to a Tully. Centuries of fending off attempted conquest from Westernlanders and the Iron Born has taught them humility and the value of learning when to kneel as well as when not to.

Characters:

NAME: Lord Axel Tully
AGE: 56
HOUSE: Tully; serving House Targaryen as Hand of the King
THEME SONG: "Cathedrals" - Jump Little Children
PERSONALITY: Honorable, driven, mournful, protective, unrelenting
THREE LIFE FACTS: * Some of those living in the vicinity of Riverrun when Axel was just a boy would tell him time and again that his house was experiencing a rebirth, and it would stay with him. He knew the stories, naturally, knew how close his forefathers had come to losing hold of Riverrun for good, just as he knew that they had, in time, regained what had been lost, what could be regained. Never had the words his house lived by been so vital to one of its members it seemed. Axel grew, and as he did he dedicated himself to making sure House Tully never fell again. He was the very picture of honor, a skilled fighter, never cruel, entirely dedicated to doing right by his kin without doing wrong onto others. Of his first marriage, there is little for him to say. Whether he ever loved his Mallister bride is debatable. They were wed, bedded... and bedded as often as was needed, but alas this resulted in nothing but three miscarriages and two stillborn daughters, the second taking her mother along on her way. Axel mourned them all with appropriate grief, though as always he had his house's words on the mind.
* Never did this show more than in the years to follow, when he would remarry and, at last, become a father. He'd known for a time that his father sought to match him again, now to a daughter of the Vale, and while he didn't plan on doing anything to see this falter, he did not intend on being marched into a sept to meet his bride. So he rode for the Eyrie, and he made the long arduous climb, and there for the first time, even as he was being guided on the last of his journey, he saw her. He realized then and there that, had he met her only moments before they said the words, he would have felt then as he felt up in the Eyrie. It wasn't just Celyse Arryn's beauty, though of this she was in no short supply. But under that beauty there was something that sank namelessly into his heart and would not be unseated. The first time their eyes met, it was as though she could see it, too, saw how they would be wed and, before long, be blessed with those children that filled them with so much pride. Certainly the years that followed, at Riverrun, were the best and happiest of Axel's life. It was clear to see the pride he had for his son, just as he had for his brother's boy, and the doting love for his dear Rosamund... Then would come the day that would change his life and that of his entire family. He had been away, called to King's Landing at the King's request; he was to be made Hand. He was still in the midst of considering what this might mean for his House, when the small man arrived with the hasty word just pulled from a raven's leg: Return, Lord. Even as he rode to his horse's best, the words he'd read after this just didn't seem right. His wife, his love, was dead, drowned while their Rosamund remained, a wordless witness. He found her as soon as he reached home, and he didn't leave her again.
* Leaving behind both Riverrun and his heir to take up the office that had been put onto him had been as much for Axel as it had been for his daughter. He didn't know exactly when his son had changed as he did, though he was content to assume it had come out of grief for his lady mother, and that looking after Riverrun in his stead would set him right again. Neither father nor daughter could look at the place anymore without thinking of what was missing. Now, Axel is today, as he has been for the past eight years he's held the post, an honorable Hand, a great ally to the King. But in his heart of hearts, he is a Tully first, and a father perhaps even higher so. He remembers the words, the first ones that ever mattered to him. Now, yes... it seems they have taken shape in the form of his Rosamund. She will be remembered, she will be the beginning of a new chapter for the Tullys. She will be Queen.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Peter Capaldi



Name: Lanford Tully
Age: Thirty-Three
House: Tully / Member of the City Watch
Personality: Resourceful, Protective, Jocular, Invidious, and Judicious
Three Life Facts:
- True to his name, meaning “long river,” Lanford Tully is steadfast and strong. His commitment to persons and causes he believes in is unquestionable. So visible was his dedication to Riverrun in his youth that rumors sparked amongst radicals. Perhaps he was a trout in another life, they murmured, filling Lanford with amusement. The truth was far less mystical. His father was merely grooming him to rule. The Lord of Riverrun, his uncle, struggled to produce a male heir. If a son was never born Lanford would come into power. He had to be ready. As fate would have it, a son was born the day after Lanford’s eighth name day. His uncle’s second wife proved the first (Gods rest her soul) infertile. Lanford could have been bitter like his father, but he took the news in stride, reveling in the return of his childhood. His irritation formed years later.
- Lanford and his cousin Bayard grew up like brothers. You could not find one without the other. Lanford’s age made him especially loyal. He felt a responsibility to protect and guide his cousin. His efforts were appreciated until Bayard’s teenage years. It was then that the heir to Riverrun grew cocky. He stopped looking up to his cousin and claimed he could rule the House with his eyes closed. In reality, Bayard was irresponsible and out of touch. Lanford’s bitterness seeped into his veins subtly, like a thief in the night. One week he was clinging to faith in his cousin and the next he resented him. Riverrun deserved a capable heir…someone like him. Lanford’s jealousy became so strong he once dreamed of taking Bayard’s life. He awoke the next morning and left for King’s Landing.
- Lanford joined the City Watch at age twenty-three. The grueling training served as the perfect outlet for his rage. In a way, the position saved his life. He cringes to think what could’ve been had he allowed his jealousy to fester at Riverrun. Despite his abrupt departure, no fissures formed in Lanford’s relationship with his family. They believed his relocation was to honor the crown and praised his wisdom. When Lord Tully followed a year later to join the King’s Small Council, he greeted Lanford with open arms. And his daughter. Lanford knew Rosamund, of course, but not well. He was always occupied with Bayard. Getting to know his youngest cousin the last nine years has proven enjoyable. She’s one of the few women in court with a brain and means a great deal to Lanford. Although his allegiance is to the King, he would gladly lay down his life to keep her or her father safe.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: Captivating
Played By: Max Brown


Name: Rosamund Tully
Age: Nineteen
House: Tully
Theme Song: Bones and Skin by Mirah
Personality: Candid, Amiable, Clever, Perceptive and Philanthropic.
Three Life Facts:
- Family, Duty, Honor. Tully words. Words Rosamund Tully were raised on and learned to take to heart before she could even fully conceptualize their meaning. But there were other words she learned too, other words that would become dear to her heart. As high as honor, her mother’s words. It is said that along with the name, children inherit their father’s behaviorisms and philosophies, yet Rosamund Tully has always been her mother’s daughter. The daughter of a Northerner’s daughter, it was Celyse Arryn who taught Rosamund the value of kindness, as well as the necessity to discern who it could be expelled upon freely, and who it could not. “Courtesy is a Lady’s armor,” her mother used to say, an expression she herself inherited from a daughter of Winterfell who would almost be a Queen, then a half man’s wife, and finally, the eventual Lady of the Vale.
- Rosamund has no greater passion in life than reading, and upon relocating to King’s Landing in her youth with her father, the largest of her trunks had consisted entirely of books. Her collection has since grown from then, the personal Library of the Hand of the King’s daughter boasting the second largest collection in all of King’s Landing, second only to the one in the Red Keep. What began as a simple diversion has steadily grown into something more deliberate as Rosamund often goes to great lengths to obtain the most obscure texts in both Westeros and Essos. Some women use their tears as weapons, others use words as sharp as any Valyrian steel still in existence, and others still use what is between their legs to secure their ambitions. Rosamund arms herself with knowledge, reading being the whetstone to her mind’s sword.
- Though Rosamund has fond memories of Riverrun, she has no attachment to it beyond the nostalgia one forms while in the absence of one’s childhood home. Lord Tully relocated himself and his then daughter of one and ten years to King’s Landing upon securing a seat on the King’s Small Council, leaving behind the day to day governance of Riverrun to Rosamund’s older brother. Rosamund was thus raised alongside the prince and two princesses, serving as a companion and lady in waiting to the youngest princess. Despite having lived in the capital for near as long as she lived at her family’s holdfast, Rosamund has never felt any particular attachment to King’s Landing either. Lord Tully’s intent on bringing her to court and placing her in close proximity to the royal family is all too transparent, and although Rosamund admittedly has more ambitions for herself than she might let on to, father and daughter do not necessarily share the same desire regarding who her future husband should be. Eight years of living with petty power ploys and Machiavellian scheming at court has made Rosamund realize she has little stomach for it.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Alicia Vikander


House Arryn of The Eyrie
“The Eyrie is impregnable. You saw for yourself. No enemy could ever reach us up here.”

House Words: As high as honor
House Sigil: Falcoln and crescent moon
High above the Vale atop a mountain peak known as the Giant’s Lance sits the Eyrie, seat of House Arryn. Their fortress towers high above the valley and is said to be impossible to penetrate. Located on the eastern shores of Westeros, the Vale itself is a diversified land of jagged mountains and fertile valleys and rivers, all guarded by the Mountains of the Moon to the west. With olive complexions and auburn hair, the Arryns are similarly known as much for their honor as they are their stubbornness and resilience. Theirs is one of the most ancient and purest lines of Andal descent and the Arryns can trace their lineage back to the original Andal invasion. Men of the Vale have a long tradition of being very skilled at arms. Their warriors are amongst the most devout, known to be fervent followers of the Faith of the Seven. The skill of their knights is often unrivaled save for maybe the knights that come out of The Reach, making them amongst the most revered of warriors in all the seven kingdoms. The isolated nature of both their region and their seat often makes travel difficult outside the Vale, and for the most part the Arryns like to keep to their rule in the Vale, generally finding the underhanded politics of the capital to be unseemly. Occasionally they are called upon to make the descent from their fortress in the sky to come serve the realm in King’s Landing. It was an Arryn that was King Robert Baratheon’s first Hand and more recently another Arryn has returned to King’s Landing to claim a seat on the current King’s small council.

Characters:


NAME: Lord Hugh Arryn
AGE: 49
HOUSE: Arryn; Lord of the Vale
THEME SONG: "Secret Heart" - Feist
PERSONALITY: Secretive, conflicted, devoted, honorable, logical.
THREE LIFE FACTS: * Little Hugh Arryn. That was what the lords and ladies would call him. The thirdborn child and son as he was, it hardly mattered whether or not he behaved in any lordly manner. True, it mattered to his father, who saw it as a continual struggle to make him into a worthy young lord someday, but Hugh never bothered himself over it. He loved his father, naturally, as any son should, but it was his mother he loved the most. He would do anything she asked of him, so when she did ask him to 'make an effort' in his training, he took it and made much more than an effort. He was a fine fighter, an even better rider, and someday maybe he would make a knight of his brother's house, or even take the cloak of a Kingsguard. Then illness took his older brother. And then there was an incident. They'd been away from the Eyrie, something of the likes he would never have dreamed for his mother to learn, and he was called into trial by combat. Rather than have his baby brother enter a fight he couldn't win, his eldest brother, the heir to the Vale, declared himself his champion... and was defeated. All at once, Little Hugh Arryn was first in line to become Lord of the Vale, which he would, following his father's death. To his last breath, his father would blame him for his brother's death, and from those days, Hugh had vowed one thing, and one thing alone: he would be the kind of lord his brother would have been. He would make him, their mother, even their father, proud.
* For almost as long as he could remember, Hugh had had himself what he chose to call 'a problem.' It was fairly innocent for the better part of his childhood, but it came forward in earnest when he was thirteen years old and he was found being pleasured by one of the Eyrie's kitchen boys. He had been fascinated with the boy for some time, and then something had finally come of it, only to have his eldest brother walk in on him. The poor kitchen boy was dismissed, carted off to the Night's Watch with little to no explanation, and the heartbroken Hugh was told never to do anything of the sort again. He hadn't, until two years later, on a journey out of the Vale, and the consequences of that transgression had led directly to his alignment to lordship over the Eyrie. From that day on, he had made a decision. He couldn't deny his urges anymore, and clearly he was no good at it. So the solution became instead not to deny himself, but to learn to be much more cautious about keeping his secret, which he did, remarkably well, right up until Ryella Frey came into his life. She found her way into his secret, and before long she became his wife. This might have been the best thing for him in the end. She understood his situation, and she did not shy from it. They formed an arrangement. He would do his husbandly duties with her, all in the effort to get a son on her, he would still have his lovers on the side, and so would she, provided that she ensured none of them left her with child. Whether or not what they did in their marriage bed constituted love, what they had outside of it did look a whole lot like it, because it was. Hugh loved his Ryella very much, moreso as she gave him their firstborn, a daughter they called Arwen. Hugh thrived as a father. Before the people of the Vale, he was Lord, but between him and his little lady, he was Papa. Two years after Arwen came Teora, and three years later was Aemma, two years later his Sansa, and another three years brought him Alysane. Five daughters. There had been other pregancies in between, miscarriages and stillbirths all of them, but no son. It weighed on him, and on Ryella, too, but they always pulled together in the end; they were not giving up. It became a saying around the Vale that the turn of the year would bring sorrows and daughters to the Arryns, but never was it spoken in Hugh Arryn's presence. He and Ryella loved each of their daughters, which was just as well, because three years after Alysane came Amerei, two years later Marissa, three years later Elyana, and two years later - two years ago - the littlest, Della. Before long she was destined to surrender her status as youngest of the nine daughters of Lord and Lady Arryn. A tenth child would soon join them, and Hugh prayed to the Mother every morning and night for a son, before age left them with no choice but to stop, and without an heir.
* With no sons on the horizon, it had quickly become clear that if the Seven didn't see fit to grant them a son, then the best they could do was to secure advantageous marriages for their daughters. It could have its advantages, couldn't it? Each daughter meant one more link, from the Eyrie down to whichever house their prospective husbands hailed from. And if in the end they did have a son, then he would have that many more of those houses to rally around him when he came of age. The weight of this arrangement, for a long time, rested squarely on their eldest daughter's shoulders. When she was still young and had less than a handful of sisters, their Arwen was betrothed to Harlen Tyrell, which had begun a long history of travels to and fro, between the Eyrie and Highgarden, every so often with a new babe joined to the party on the road. It had lasted for years, showed promise, and then, once again, his secret had gotten in the way, when one night in their cups, the Lords Arryn and Tyrell had gotten into an argument, over the latter's accusations to his 'disturbed nature,' and how he disagreed to his son's being brought into a family such as this. Before long the engagement had been dissolved, with no one knowing the truth of it. Lord Tyrell had sworn, out of the friendship they had once had, to keep the secret, which he did, but when it came to relations between their houses, it was all over. Before Arwen would eventually be matched to young Wyl Waynwood, they would have already settled Teora into a future marriage to a son of House Sunderland, and Aemma to a Martell of Sunspear. In time, his Sansa would be betrothed to a young Stark of Winterfell, with little to no irony, and sweet Alysane to a boy of House Hunter. As of yet, only Teora has seen her wedding day and now awaits the birth of her first child in a few months' time. All that remains is to see to his Arwen, widowed of her husband for four years already. Hugh, like his wife, has worried for her, how reclusive she's grown, and he will not stop until he knows she has found a good husband to stand by her side, to be the father his little granddaughter has lacked. The closest thing she has at the moment is still Ser Raymar Corbray, their guard and, if he was honest, the closest thing Hugh Arryn ever expects to have for a son.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Colin Firth


Name: Lady Ryella Arryn (née Frey)
Age: Forty-Five
House: Arryn
Personality: Opportunistic, assertive, nurturing, proud, blunt.
Three Life Facts:
- Born of the notorious House Frey, and in the true spirit of her industrious ancestor Walder Frey, she was but one of twelve siblings. Providence favored Ryella in many ways, notably that she’d not been named ‘[insert adjective here] Walda’ because it may well have been an unflattering moniker—‘Loud-mouthed Walda’ ‘Aurochs Walda’ or ‘Top-heavy Walda’ (as she’d matured rapidly and quite young, and endured her first full year of flowering into maidenhood as exceedingly clumsy, battling constantly with a new center of gravity.) Yet while good fortune had granted her a decent face, a bit of wit, and the grace to avoid her blood-line’s more rodent-like qualities, it could only get her so far; force of will delivered her from miscellaneous Frey maiden with an inoffensive visage and mild intelligence to Lady Arryn of the Eyrie in a few short years. At age eighteen, Ryella set her sights on the heir of the Vale, knowing only that he was unattached, not particularly hideous, and not immediately disagreeable to the notion of having a Frey for a wife. Smoothly, she insinuated herself into his life.
- As handmaiden to her future husband’s lady mother, Ryella had full access to her intended and she utilized it to her advantage. To her dismay, Lord Hugh Arryn was not immediately amenable to her thinly-veiled clumsy attempts to woo him into her favor, as Ryella lacked the innate charms and beguiling wiles of her Tyrell and Lannister counterparts. She was not, however, completely without boon. After sneaking into his quarters and divesting herself entirely of clothes in his presence (for the third time), she began to grow suspicious about his blatant lack of interest. Months of careful observation later, and she came to a troubling conclusion – it was not Ryella, whose breasts and hips held no allure to her future love, it was the fairer sex in its entirety that repelled him. It was this knowledge that she wielded like a weapon, and lorded it over Hugh with an ultimatum – marry her, or face exposure for his unnatural desires. Shortly after her twentieth birthday, they were wed: the future Lord and Lady Arryn.
- Despite the sordid rocky beginning of their marriage, an unexpected love would bloom between Ryella and her Hugh. Having already learned of his ‘alternative’ sexuality, there was never any pressure between them in the marital bed, though they explored one another’s bodies with unhurried curiosity and only the vague goal of creating an heir or two in the end. Ryella understood that their love-making was only a duty to Hugh, as he was never particularly passionate and regularly required cajoling, but the man could not be blamed for his lack of commitment – to date, Ryella has birthed nine children. All girls. It’s become something of a joke between them, the absolute refusal of Ryella’s womb to bear an Arryn heir, but they continue to try for the sake of posterity. Meanwhile, they’ve come to a mutual agreement that extra-marital affairs be permitted but only with the utmost of discretion, and Ryella takes painstaking care to ensure that her partners are never allowed to father children. All nine children—soon to be ten, given the sheer girth of Ryella’s belly at present—belong to Hugh and Hugh alone.
Relationships: tba
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Joely Richardson


NAME: Arwen Arryn
AGE: 22
HOUSE: Arryn (Frey by her mother, Waynwood by her late husband)
THEME SONG: "Samson" - Regina Spektor
PERSONALITY: Fretful, timid, graceful, imaginative, loving.
THREE LIFE FACTS: * Long ago in her youth, the young Arwen Arryn had travelled many of the seven kingdoms of Westeros with her mother and father. She vaguely remembers Sunspear, and Winterfell, and Casterly Rock to this day. One turning point would be the day she and her family traveled to Highgarden. She was eight years old at the time, and she did not know just what they were traveling to, only that her mother and father seemed very enthusiastic about the whole prospect. Her father had gone on and on about the qualities of the Reach, as though Arwen hadn't learned these already thanks to her septa. Even when they arrived at the castle and she was introduced to Lord and Lady Tyrell and their son, she did not know this was meant to be her future husband. Had she known this, she would have lodged a vocal complaint - though she did do, later, when she figured it out. The boy was insufferable, which was saying a lot coming from her, who regarded most if not all people with the utmost kindness and respect. For seven long years she had to endure extended visits back and forth between the Eyrie and Highgarden, and every time she was either host or guest to Harlen Tyrell and his family. She could not escape him, which only proved more and more of a problem as they grew older. She had vowed never to forgive him for spying on her while she was disrobed - he insisted he hadn't been spying; she wouldn't listen. Except three years later came, and in that time, whether she would admit to it or not, her thoughts on the boy were somewhat changed. He had grown taller, leaner, and as character went, his had improved just to the point where she wasn't aggravated when she saw him, not even a little. That was the realization that came to her all too painfully, the day their engagement came to a brupt and confusing end. Off went the Tyrells, and Arwen never saw them again.
* It was just over a year, in which her suddenly vacated prospects left her widely demanded by houses near and far, before her father told her she was to marry Wyl Waynwood. She had long understood that it didn't matter whether or not she did want to marry this Wyl, or the Tyrell boy, or anyone else. She had no say in the matter, and she didn't see a point in fighting against it. Besides, Wyl was no stranger to her. She had known him all her life. He had been a cupbearer, and eventually a squire to her father, since they were children, but he was more a brother to her than anyone she'd ever envision marrying. She was no fool, she knew that, flipped on the other side, Wyl would be beside himself, that he'd carried a torch for her for several years already. The night they were married, after they had been carried into their bedchamber, naked as the day they were born, they had looked at one another, shy at first, and then all at once she had burst out laughing, and he had done the same, and what little tension might have existed had now evaporated. In time, not nearly as long as they might have assumed, they learned to love one another, as dearly as if they had found each other and that love before they were made to marry. And the day Arwen learned she was with child and told her husband... It would be the single most joyous day of her life, only eclipsed by the day their little girl was born. Only their bliss was not to last, and just months after the child was born, Wyl was killed in a tourney accident. Arwen had not traveled with him, and when the raven came with the news, she made immediate arrangements to have Anya and her returned to the Eyrie at once. She would not leave it again, not until Winter once again forced her out.
* In the last three years and some months, Arwen Arryn's life has been dedicated solely to caring for her child. She has grown increasingly fretful, leaping into a fit at the mere mention of leaving the Eyrie. Something had been taken from her, the day she'd learned of Wyl's death, something beyond words, that she would never be returned, and as far as she was concerned, she didn't want it back, not without him. When the summons came for the Targaryen twins' nameday festivities, it took weeks for her mother and father to convince her to come, her and Anya both. In the end, she wasn't even sure anymore what they had said to convince her, but she had tentatively agreed. She'd nearly recanted the moment her daughter panicked over the descent from the Eyrie, but in the end they made it, and for the first time in much too long, Arwen Arryn regained the road. She is still entirely uncertain about being away from her home, and without a doubt the one thing that is driving her is the prospect of seeing her cousin Rosamund again. As for the one thing she is not looking forward to, it ties back to conversations she's overheard, wherein her father had expressed to her mother that it might be time for Arwen to marry again. They had insisted for her to maintain the Arryn name and for Anya to have it as well, over Wyl's name, for what it represented, but Arwen would have worn her husband's name gladly, and kept it. She did not intend to marry again, and now as they would enter the ball, she would defiantly wear her late husband's broken wheel over a green mask, in his honor.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Eleanor Tomlinson


NAME: Anya Arryn
AGE: 3 (nearly 4)
HOUSE: Arryn by her mother, Waynwood by her father
THEME SONG: "Kindle my heart" - Liesel Matthews
PERSONALITY: Hushed, mistrustful, skittish, amazed, curious.
THREE LIFE FACTS: * Though she was born in the last grips of the last winter Westeros saw, down in the Arryn's winter castle, she does not remember it. The moment the weather allowed it, she was brought back up into the Eyrie, and she was never brought down again, not for the next three years, not until she and her mother and grandparents departed for the journey to King's Landing.
* Maybe for her own mother's nature, little Anya does not warm so quick to strangers. Even once told by her mother or any other she has selected to enter into her trust, it will take time for her to warm up and it is best to leave her to do it at her own pace. Once she does accept someone as worthy of that trust though, she is entirely and forever sold, ready for hugs and smiles.
* She almost didn't leave the Eyrie. When they went to begin the climb down to the gates, she cried so loud, gripping on to her mother's skirts, that Lady Arwen wanted to abandon the trip altogether and remain in the castle with the girl. Eventually however she was convinced, and they embarked on the journey, as traumatic as it was for her in the beginning. In time, the promise of all this new land did finally quiet her cries. Now she takes in everything she sees with silent wonderment.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Maia Laura Attard


Other Reservations:
Against_All_Odds - Male Arryn

Name: Isond Westerling
Age: Twenty
House: Westerling
Theme Song: "Scream My Name" by Tove Lo
Personality: Sociable, exuberant, astute, guileful, effusive.
Three Life Facts:
• Since the conclusion of the War of the Five Kings, House Westerling has struggled to recover from its blemished reputation and experienced a long run of poor luck and other misfortunes in the years that followed. However, in recent times, House Westerling has enjoyed a resurgence under the current Lord, Alester Westerling, who has proven successful in mending relations with the Lannister family but also in ensuring the family coffers were full with coin once more. These sudden improvements are how Lord Westerling, from a small, unimportant house in the Westerlands, was able to secure a wife from decidedly more noble stock when he wed one of the youngest of present Lord Hightower's daughters, Illyse. She bore him five children but succumbed to illness some six years past and left him a widower. Isond is the eldest of his daughters, far lovelier than her younger three sisters and more spirited than her older brother by far, and has enjoyed a close relationship with her father due to their similarity in temperament and shared high hopes for their family line in the future.
• She has always been more tyrant than cream puff and her father was therefore always willing to oblige her and offer encouragement in seeking out her heart's deepest desires. Though she is skilled in the ladies' arts of needlework and music, Isond has otherwise been free to learn and do as she pleased, including more masculine pursuits of swordplay. Over the years, she has developed an keen interest in Westerosi history and politics from her more learned Hightower relations. Isond has applied what she has learned to her father's business dealings, of which she has slowly but surely forced her way into, and on a greater scale to his relations with the Lannister family with whom Alester has grown particularly close. More recently, she was a major proponent of her brother, a knight of some renown, taking up the post as Lord Commander of the City Watch -- these subtle machinations are her own attempt at playing at the game of thrones, all from the safety and security of the Crag, and far removed from the consequences.
• The words of House Westerling may be "honor, not honors" but Isond's personal maxim is something entirely different -- "aim higher." There is evidence of this in everything she does, and as of late, it has become a point of contention between she and her otherwise agreeable patriarch. For example, if her Lord father, as intent on improving the family fortunes as he may be, believes it best that she be wed to a minor Lannister cousin, then she cannot help but disagree. Why should she be forced to settle when she could strive for something greater, to marry more noble, or perhaps to neglect to wed at all and have control of the Crag in the absence of her brother? Her father, once charmed by his daughter's flights of fancy, has begun to worry for Isond's future if she cannot learn the most important thing lesson in life, when to bend the knee and accept circumstances as they are. Though Alester ultimately gave his consent, he still let his disapproval be known when Isond recently departed for King's Landing, where she is to become a lady-in-waiting for the Targaryen princess Daena.
Relationships: To be determined.
Taken By: fleur captives
Played By: Tamsin Egerton


Name: Maester Aneirin (Redwyne)
Age: Forty
House: Cerwyn, indirectly House Stark (by association) and marginally Houses Redwyne and Tyrell (by birth).
Personality: Narcissistic, foxy, satirical, cagey, flamboyant.
Three Life Facts:
- Noble only by name, Aneirin was born a cousin of a cousin of House Redwyne, so distantly and tangentially linked to the predominant bloodline that his claim to a seat—or a bench, barrel, footstool, anything remotely resembling something one might sit on—in the Arbor was laughable at best. As such, he enjoyed certain boons of not being absolutely poor but had rather no hope of climbing the social ladder, regardless of how good-looking or charming he might’ve been. He was useless with a sword, so knighthood was undoubtedly out. Fortunately, one absolutely ordinary summer day, Aneirin told his father that the idea of wildfire was actually super cool, which loosely translated to ‘I want to be a Maester, please, daddy, ship me to Oldtown post-haste.’ His father graciously complied, tossing his (vehemently protesting) youngest son onto the deck of a merchant vessel departing for Oldtown without so much as a ‘by-your-leave.’ Aneirin was eight at the time.
- It was pure dumb luck that Aneirin would actually excel as a novice, earning his first link (silver) shortly after his thirteenth nameday. He’d go on to forge a full chain during the subsequent ten years, focusing his attentions on more concrete, practical areas of study such as warcraft, smithing, poison craft and ravenry, earning multiple links in each. Upon the completion of his studies, he dithered. Misliking the idea of allying himself with any particular house, misliking the notion of staying on and gradually rotting away into an old ruin doddering around The Citadel for the rest of his useful life even more. Aneirin rejected an honest offer to become an Archmaester, turning his nose up at the matching ring, rod and mask like it wasn’t an honor of enormous proportions and instead took to the roads, with naught but a slim pack of earthly belongings on his back and his hard-earned chain around his neck. For years Aneirin lived as a vagabond, practicing his craft in minor keeps and towns to earn enough coin to continue in his travels. In time he earned a reputation and a moniker, ‘The Wandering Maester,’ which he’d use in lieu of his own given name so frequently it would became part of his personal identity. On the road he was recognizable by the common folk not only for his maester’s chain and fabulous, meticulously-groomed facial hair but also the distinctive set of armor he wore in favor of traditional robes—forged for Davos the Dragonslayer, he’d say, fully restored. Which was complete BS, but Aneirin was as much a liar as he was an academic, prone to flights of fancy and outrageous yarn-weaving he might’ve made a half-way decent bard if he didn’t deem such a profession to be utterly below him.
- The Wandering Maester abruptly met his end upon making the acquaintance of Lord and Lady Arryn, whom he encountered travelling south along the Kingsroad by pure happenstance. One he delighted with his passable skills of trickery and illusion, the other… slightly more naked. Though they already possessed their own ruin of a Maester they kept him on as a performing buffoon, enjoying his nightly rituals of entertainment in one form or another. Upon reaching Kings Landing Lord Arryn, though quite fond of his bedroom acrobatics, pressed Aneirin into service of House Cerwyn, whose liege lord was now Master of Laws and whose children suffered from numerous ailments brought upon by the humid southern climate.
Relationships: To be added
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Ewan McGregor


NAME: Desmera
AGE: 28
HOUSE: None; Mistress of the 'main' brothel in King's Landing
THEME SONG: "Medicine" - Daughter
PERSONALITY: Calm, observant, open, warm, sensual
THREE LIFE FACTS: * Her childhood may have began in Flea Bottom, but she remembers little of it. The seventh child of eight, she and three of her siblings followed their merchant father on a ship to Essos, the better to give the two halves of their family a chance to breathe. Only the ship never reached port, and as far as anyone knew, it took with its cargo the whole of crew and passengers. No one realized the six-year-old girl who washed to the shores of Braavos had been one of them, not even the red priestess who found her.
* Desmera's memory would return to her in time, though she would have grown four years under the wing of the one she called 'Mother Lady' by then. She learned to worship at the fire, to pray to the Lord of Light, as her benefactor swore He had been the one to safeguard her life. She tended to the priestess, to her home and her needs, and in doing so she learned from her, more than either expected. One morning, Desmera woke to find her mistress gone, and strange men standing over her. It wasn't until she sensed the danger that it came to her. She'd seen them... in the fire. It saved her life.
* That she ever found her way to Westeros was very much by chance. She had found refuge in the place, it felt to her, where they would not think to find her. The women at the pleasure house were kind to her, and they protected her; they could only do so for so long. She was fourteen when she began to work for them, and much like with her previous mistress, she felt she was doing what she had to in order to survive. She never felt in danger, because if it ever came, then her Lord would show her the way out. When one Westerosi lordling looked at the nineteen-year-old and saw love, he bid her return to his land with him, and she knew it was her path. The little lord died ill on the journey, but it brought Desmera where she needed to be. The brothel where she found home would fall under her control in a matter of two years, when word of her gift took to spreading. Now she is poised, right where she was meant to land, not so far from the first place she called home.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Tamla Kari


Name: Silas Snow
Age: Twenty-One
House: Dustin by Birth; Stark by association
Theme Song: The Way by Zack Hemsey
Personality: Reticent, Sardonic, Enigmatic, Ribald and Resourceful.
Three Life Facts:
- For centuries, children were told horror stories of wildlings climbing the fabled wall in the North, raiding nearby towns and stealing away the women of Lords both great and small, yet in Silas’s case it was his mother, a woman from an established freefolk town on The New Gift, who was stolen away by one of the so-called civilized Lords of the North. Lucky for Lord Randyl Dustin, Ingrid did not mind being taken, the custom already so well established amongst the free folk and marking Randyl as a worthy mate. The fact that he was already married never seemed to bother her much either.
- Predictably, Randyl’s family and subjects regarding the wildling girl with much suspicion, not only for the fact that Randyl kept his mistress openly but because the fear and animosity toward the freefolk remains heavily ingrained in Westeros despite efforts to integrate them. Though not near as south as Greywater Watch, Barrowton was still many leagues from the stitch of land the free folk had been settled on and Ingrid and her unnamed babe were as foreign to them as the freefolk had ever been to them before. Silas was named as such on his second nameday and as he grew he enjoyed many privileges normally denied to bastards outside of Dorne. Though never legitimized, his father openly acknowledged him, kept him and his mother comfortable in a small home just outside of Barrow Hall, and even allowed Silas to study and train at arms alongside his youngest natural born son.
- Silas began to display signs of being a skinchanger young, finding he could easily slip into the mind of a stray cat he had adopted when he was eight. Having lived amongst other skinchangers along the New Gift, Ingrid helped her son to hone his gift as well as help him to hide it knowing the kneelers of the South would neither understand nor welcome it. Sure enough when he was at last discovered, Lord Randyl’s affections for his bastard son could not save him from the animosity and fear his gift inspired in his family and subjects. He would not abandon his illegitimate son altogether, and reached out to his liege lord for assistance. Silas was sent to work in the stables at Winterfell amongst the Starks who have been known to possess skinchanging abilities themselves, if there direwolves are indication of anything. Keeping his head down and out of trouble, Silas toiled away diligently in his work, monotonous though it may have been. It was by pure chance that Torren Stark, now the young Lord of Winterfell, came upon him late one night whilst tending to a sick horse. The two got to conversing for the better part of the night trading tales over a couple of glasses of mulled wine, learning they had more in common than just the blood of the North they shared. From that moment on, Silas has become one of Torren’s closest companions and confidants. As for how he got the hook on his left hand? Best not ask him ‘bout it, lest you’re looking to land a hook for yourself as well.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Alexander Vlahos


NAME: Dacey Pyke
AGE: 17
HOUSE: Greyjoy, bastard born; sent in service to Targaryens
THEME SONG: "Warrior" - Havana Brown
PERSONALITY: Short-tempered, quick, calculating, lively, loud
THREE LIFE FACTS: * She began her life, far as she recalls, on the shores of Harlaw, with little more than her name. Pyke. A bastard of the Iron Islands. Soon as she could walk, she worked along with those she believed her family. It wasn't long that she showed just how well she could pull her weight, and with sword and shield she could subdue by age eight many twice her age. That was what finally got her noticed, got her to be acknowledged by her father. She wasn't just Dacey Pyke; her father was Theomore Greyjoy, and the moment she saw him, the Kraken on his front, she knew where she was meant to be. Her father was quick to set her straight. She would never have his name, his power, but someday she could rise among his fleet. It was a start. Her training increased, and with proper masters, she thrived further. It took two years of persistent nagging before Theomore would speak of her mother. He told very little. She was Alys, of House Mormont. Their encounter had been fleeting, but left an impression, enough that when he caught word that she was with child, he knew it would be his, and he had considered seeking her for his wife. Alys' father stopped them. Then, a year later, a pair of Mormont women had brought the babe to him. On her deathbed, Alys had made it her wish her daughter know her father. If not for Theomore's own father, she might have been granted her wish. Instead, the best Theomore could do was to keep her somewhere on the Iron Islands, to learn their ways, and so she did.
* Dacey's drive in life has always been to be a fighter, a warrior, a knight. She knows the blood that runs through her veins. It is the blood of the Kraken, of countless ironborn, the blood of the ladies of Bear Island, the she-bears... Her heroes don't have names like Balon, or Dagon, or Jeor. They have names like Asha, and Maege, and her own namesake, Dacey Mormont, a distant aunt, slain by the Freys. She knows neither side might ever fully acknowledge her, but it won't stop her from fighting in their honor.
* When she was called into Pyke, the place that gave her kind their name, she believed that at last something was about to change. Perhaps her father would finally bring about her introduction to a ship, like he'd long promised her. In the near seven years since she'd first met him, she had attempted time and again to make it happen, but in vain. When he told her the real reason, she had half a mind to loose the dirk at her side, but she knew better by now than to incur the wrath of Theomore Greyjoy. It would almost have been worth it though, after being told, with little to no cause why, that she was to make her way to King's Landing, to serve as handmaiden to a Targaryen princess. She would go, what other choice was there? They still had better watch out. They could wake their dragons all they liked. She was a Kraken, of the sea, and fire yielded to water in the end.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Gaia Weiss


NAME: Prince Morgan Nymeros Martell
AGE: 22
HOUSE: Prince of Dorne, House Martell; serves House Targaryen as a member of its Kingsguard
THEME SONG: "Sand" - Nathan Lanier
PERSONALITY: Centered, dutiful, nostalgic, agile, unflinching
THREE LIFE FACTS: * The fourth and last born child of the Lord of Sunspear, young Morgan grew up surrounded by his brother and sisters and his cousins, making the image of his home as true and vibrant in his mind's eye as it could ever be. For all his years to come, when he would close his eyes and clear his thoughts, he would hear children laughing, and he would see... sand. That was his peace. It was never a guarded fact that the members of House Martell, by that name or its bastard counterpart, were a kind bread for pumping blood and thriving hearts. Morgan showed great promise, great skill, and when he was ten years old, his father sent him to be fostered at Evenfall Hall.
* He would spend the next nine years of his life there, until his father took ill and Morgan hastened on his way back to Dorne. He had been back for two days before the old Prince closed his eyes and gave his last breath. Morgan would have been content to remain at Sunspear as he was, to help in the passage of power to his eldest sister. Certainly it was what he did for the next two years, and for having been gone for so long, falling back into the rhythm and life of
Dorne felt like he'd never gone. He'd gone and become enamored with a shining daughter of House Allyrion and had designs on marrying her when duty came in the way, in the shape of a summons to take up the white cloak of the Kingsguard. For such an honor to be granted him, for all he would be made to sacrifice, Morgan knew what a refusal would mean. To say his whole heart had followed him to King's Landing would have been a lie, and a stain on the name of his Lady of Allyrion back at Godsgrace.
* For the past year, Prince Morgan Nymeros Martell has stood among King Jaeherys' seven, and knighted as he was, his standing promised no one would call him Ser Morgan, only Prince, despite his own insistence of the styling as unnecessary. He counted himself one of his brothers, as he would for so long as he had breath in his body. He wasn't foolish enough not to understand the distinction, the distancing. His House's history with the Iron Throne spoke for itself. But whatever grudge had survived the generations was not one Morgan carried, especially from the time he said his vows and donned his cloak.
RELATIONSHIPS: TBA
TB: Starfield_Scribe
PB: Elliot Knight


Name: Cecilia *Celia* Tarly
Age: 15
House: Tarly
Personality: Trustworthy, Debonair, Harmonious, Kind-hearted, and Vivacious
Three Brief Facts:
- Music and merriment have accompanied Cecilia Tarly since birth. The first and only daughter of her Lord father, her arrival was celebrated across the Red Mountains. She received gifts and praise throughout her youth, such pleasantries not without risk. Excessive doting often gives way to pride. Thankfully, the opposite proved true with Celia. The love she received made her wish to return the favor tenfold. It made her charming and humble, top to bottom.
- Positive as the day is long, Cecilia only keeps friends. The word enemy shan’t leave her lips. Some think her naïve. She is nothing of the sort. The apple of Horn Hill’s eye has seen the evil that lurks about. She simply believes one catches more flies with honey than vinegar. If only more Houses shared her wisdom.
- Contrary to most girls her age, Cecilia is not ensorcelled with boys. She appreciates them, some more than others (bless the Seven for certain abs within the Reach), yet different subjects hold her attention. Painting and singing chief among them. Perhaps she suffers from overexposure. With three brothers of her own, one wielding Heartsbane in the Kingsguard, she’s well acquainted with masculine musings. Too acquainted, leaving little room for intrigue.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: Captivating
Played By: Kiernan Shipka



Rules of the Game:
1. I am not enforcing the boy/girl rule per say, but if you intend to take more of one gender, you must find someone else to take on the other gender so that the ratio evens out.
2. This game is loosely book and show cannon, but I must specify the word loosely. I have left things deliberately vague as to who rules the varying regions after the events of a book series that has yet to conclude for obvious reasons. You do not have to be familiar with the book series or even the show to join. Just think of this as a feudal monarchy type game but with fantastical elements … like dragons … and frozen zombies.
3. With the above said … I have my own personal cannon that I use for reference. It has been entirely made up and I will not post it here in the thread because I don’t want it to curb anyone’s creativity … but if anyone is curious as to what that cannon consists of (as far as who rules the various “Kingdoms”) I am happy to PM it to you if you’d like.
4. Like the book and tv series, there will be mature themes in this game.
5. Be respectful of one another and be respectful of one another’s knowledge of the series, however extensive or limited it might be. This is a game after all. We are here to have fun.

Profile:

Name: Your character’s name
Age: Your character’s age
House: Either the House they come from or the House they serve
Theme Song: Optional
Personality: Five adjectives
Three Life Facts: Three little facts that tell us about your characters history and personality: can include titles they hold, glories won in battle, life philosophies, etc.
Relationships: To be added
Taken By: You
Played By: Name and picture

degausser

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS:

Name: Freya
Age: Twenty-Five
House: None.
Theme Song: Howl by Florence + The Machine
Personality: Stubborn, Spirited, Audacious, Inquisitive and Loyal.
Three Life Facts:
- Freya’s father had been but a tiny whelp clutching his mother’s hand when the two abandoned a small valley tucked away in the Northern Frostback mountains to join up with the King Beyond the Wall and begin the arduous journey south. By the time he made it south of the wall, his mother had been claimed by the cold. Even after the war ended, Bjorn was not ready to put down his axe and so he continued on in much the same way the free folk of old did, raiding for steel and for women. Freya was but just one of a dozen babes fathered by Bjorn, each of whom were mothered by different women and each of whom knew him about as well as Freya did, which is to say not very well at all. Her mother herself had also been a descendent of the Thenns. Tradition had already established a unique trend of keeping both laws and lords amongst this small contingent of free folk, and perhaps it was this reason Ingrid and her kin had been able to integrate into their new society as well as they did.
- Integrate, sure, but never fully subjugate themselves. The free folk do not kneel. Freya recognizes no King of a collective seven kingdoms with arbitrary boundaries sketched out on a piece of parchment. There is only the North and the South. There are her people; people free to hunt where they please, marry who they wish and live as they like. And then there are the kneelers, people whose lives are rigid and predetermined by men and women who often never even set eyes on them. Northerners are said to be hard because their lives are hard, and harder amongst them all are the free folk. With no towering stone walls to shelter from storm or invader, Freya has learned to be self-sufficient and resourceful. She can track, snare, skin and cook her own food. She’s familiar with natural remedies for the basic of ailments found in the wild. She’s skilled with both a dagger and a bow and like those who dwell amongst the wilds of the North, she keeps the Old Gods and she’s reasonably familiar with the Old Tongue. She couldn’t tell the stem of a brush from its bristles though, nor is she very familiar with the concept of bathing.
- For twenty-five years, The New Gift is the only home Freya has ever known. That all changed the night her lifelong companion did something utterly Un-Stark like and carried her away during the hour of the wolf. In truth, Freya had been waiting for Elric to steal her away, her constant companion in childhood growing into something more intimate through the years. Curious though she is to see the world outside the ice and snow and cold she has become so familiar with, Freya is ill-prepared for the destination they have arrived at and no more the wise as to the reasoning behind her “abduction” now than she was the night they first made for Winterfell. Figuring out her place in this new group of strange people has been difficult as Freya is not exactly content to just sit around and knit all day. She keeps herself busy by tending to the Stark host’s kennels and hounds, preferring the company of those smelly beasts to the majority of the men and women she has traveled with. They remind her of home.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey


Name: Ser Raymar Corbray
Age: Twenty-Seven
House: Corbray; Captain of the Guard for House Arryn
Theme Song: Put Your Lights On by Santana
Personality: Cunning, Arrogant, Acerbic, Reticent, Selectively-Loyal.
Three Life Facts:
- Born to the ancient but poor House Corbray of the Vale, Raymar is the product of an old House that can trace its lineage back to the Andal invasion though there is little left to show for it. As the fourth son born of six, with little hope to inherit anything, Raymar found himself on the same path that many other spares are often forced into, whether it be their will or not. The spirit of the Warrior was strong in young Raymar though, so when he left his family seat of Heart’s Home for The Eyrie to squire for Lord Arryn, there was not a happier boy of nine in all the Seven Kingdoms. Raymar would end up being raised alongside the Lord and Lady Arryn’s children, Lord Arryn becoming more of a father to him than the one he left behind in Heart’s Home.
- Few boys have ever taken so easily to the Knightly weapons of sword, lance and mace as Raymar Corbray did. Names such as The Sword of the Morning, Barristan the Bold, The White Bull, Kingslayer or even The Dragon Knight all come to mind. It might be presumptuous to count himself amongst such illustrious company, but then Ser Raymar Corbray has never been the modest sort. A squire still when he illegally entered the lists of a Tourney being held in celebration of the King’s nameday, Raymar only lasted for three tilts but when he was unhorsed and unmasked he was dubbed Barristan the Bold reborn. At six and ten he was officially knighted and at eight and ten, he won his first Tourney, crowning Lord Manderly’s young new wife the Queen of Love and Beauty. Raymar the Bold, indeed. From there the accolades, and perhaps more notoriously, the affairs accumulated. A Knight of questionable repute, Raymar’s boyish charms and exaggerated elaborate tales of his own heroism have resulted in a number of despoiled maids across the Seven Kingdoms. The fact that he is one of the deadliest swords in all of Westeros has served to shield him from the occasional slighted husband or enraged father.
- Somewhere along the line the raven flew close enough to the moon that he fancied himself more falcon than the carrion crow he was. There was once a time Raymar thought the Lord Arryn would reward his service with the hand of his eldest daughter, but when he was passed up for the heir to Ironoaks, he realized it was not to be. All notorious transgressions aside, Raymar is surprisingly and perhaps inexplicably a loyal man. Owing much of his good fortunes to the Arryns, Raymar turned down the offer of a white cloak in favor of serving as Lord Arryn’s Captain of Guards.
Relationships: Though Raymar is no stranger to the company of women, a fact two of his claimed bastards can certainly attest to, there are only three women in his life he regards with any actual affection: the Lady Arwen Arryn and her young daughter, Anya Arryn, the latter of whom is the recipient of an inexhaustible amount of Knightly tales. The third, and perhaps most important woman in Ser Raymar’s life is Lady Forlorn, the ancestral Valyrian sword of House Corbray Raymar was gifted when he was knighted.
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Harry Treadaway


[Name: Adeline Seaworth
Age: Twenty-Six
House: Seaworth
Personality: Determined. Damaged. Survivor. Humorous. Tender-hearted.
Three Life Facts:
- Adeline, knows that some people have issues with the way her House was formed, but she wears it like a badge of honor. She figures, it shaped her in important ways to deny it would be to deny what made her. She is known for wearing a pin on her dresses of an onion, much to her mother's dismay.
- She loved her father and the two got along very well, when she was a child but soon he found himself called away more and more and she felt like he was avoiding her. It even got worse when her Uncle came to stay and became to molest her and she tried to tell her mother who waved it away, and said not to mention such a lie to her father it would just anger him.
- She was married young to the heir of House Florent. He often said he did her a favor marrying her, calling her names like seatrash. He was abusive both physically, sexually, and verbally. He became very ill, alittle over a year ago and died a rather slow and painful death. Adeline is a strong person who has overcome the trials that have been set before her - She is not a whiner or a moper. She's not unwilling to discuss her past, especially if she thinks it will help someone else but she is very careful who she opens up to. And she has been slow to the idea of a new match.
Relationships: To be added
Taken By: AtomicEmpress
Played By: Sophie Cookson


Name: Lord Royston Hightower
Age: 24
House: Hightower
Personality: Fair, Intelligent, Honorable, Insecure (romantically), and Determined
Three Life Facts:
– Born into one of the oldest and most successful Great Houses, Royston (mostly) stands tall. Pride courses through his veins free of any excuse. This confidence, however, is not dark in nature. Royston is not narcissistic nor cruel. He does not mock those less fortunate, he will not step on the weak because he is strong. Tides can turn quickly, and history books have taught him valuable lessons. Respect, peace, and trade rule his heart. Ignorance, violence and war have no place there.
– Royston’s parents never worried for him. In their eyes, his sharp opinions marked a noble, capable leader-to-be. If only they’d separated politics from courtship. Royston is wise in many regards, yet with the ladies he is dim. Awkward flirting has been a trademark since birth. And though he is average in looks, Maegor Targaryen and Tybalt Lannister he is not. The scar on his right cheek, an odd birth mark of sorts, adds insult to injury. For years his woefully oblivious parents assumed their son was fine, tasting samples before choosing the main course. Royston was too ashamed to admit his inadequacy. The eve of his twenty-second year, they asked questions. His father assumed he harbored perverse desires. Perhaps women weren’t his type, he insinuated. Royston swore this was not the case. To prove his normalcy, the heir of Hightower was instructed to find a wife in three months time. His parents would be traveling and expected a betrothal upon their homecoming.
– Royston’s parents never returned. Lost at sea, official reports determined. Royston mourned their loss with terrible grief. Sleep evaded him, knowing the disappointment he was. He wore a Lord’s smile by day and a son’s frown by night. For two years he wallowed until advisors pulled him from his stupor, insisting he buck up and wed. Royston has made the journey to Kings Landing to fulfill his duty. Insecurities be damned. He owes his parents; he owes himself.
Relationships: TBA
Taken By: Captivating
Played By: Peter Mooney


Name: Ser Domeric Bolton (II)
Age: Twenty-six
House: Bolton; serves House Targaryen as a member of its Kingsguard.
Personality: Resolute, taciturn, blunt, defensive, utilitarian.
Three Life Facts:
- For most of his earliest years Domeric was the only trueborn son of House Bolton. He was thusly hampered with the knowledge that undertaking his father’s seat and title—and all the burdens of rebuilding a crumbling House which fell to ruin faster than it could be reassembled—would be an inescapable inevitability. Which he shouldered, stoically, from the moment he was capable of understanding the concepts of duty and responsibility. He was ten when his younger brother was born, ten plus one week when he calmly wished the squalling boy the best of luck in keeping their House afloat and left the Dreadfort on the back of a horse, saddle bags full of whatever might possess monetary value. Which he would then lose to bandits, along with his horse, within the first few days. When he wandered his way to Barrowton, covered in filth and pockets bare, he was no longer Domeric Bolton but Wylis Snow, a lanky bastard of few words who had it in his head that he wanted to become a Knight. And possibly kill a lot of bandits. Maybe all of them.
- Domeric endeared himself to the Dustins almost overnight. He became Lord Randyl Dustin’s cup bearer, then his squire, and at nineteen attained his knighthood, though that seemed less and less important as Domeric integrated into the Dustin household as not just a bastard, or a soldier, but a member of the family. Lord Dustin even broached the possibility of granting him the hand of his youngest daughter, Jeyne, whom Domeric had minimal interest in—his son Hother, perhaps, but not wishing to offend he accepted the possibility nevertheless. All was looking well until he attended a tourney outside of White Harbor. Domeric had grown bold and careless during his nine years of freedom, hadn’t even considered the chance that he might be recognized for his true identity. Midway through the tourney, after a successful tilt against a Knight of Lannisport, a particularly seasoned bard named him as a Bolton and in the ensuing chaos he nearly didn’t make it out of there alive. The North, apparently, still hadn’t forgiven the deeds of Ramsay and Roose Bolton.
- Refusing to return to the Dreadfort, Domeric instead headed south to the Riverlands to escape his House’s sphere of influence. Ser Robin Rivers was his next alias, and without a household or keep with which to ingratiate himself, he could only hope to survive by joining up with a pack of hedge knights and sellswords with similar qualms with loyalty. Among them he would not feel the wash of affection of an almost-child, brother, or cousin but for his skills in battle his new companions were truly a blessing. Sparring and training with seasoned fighters from all over Westeros elevated his knightly prowess from merely ‘above average’ to ‘extraordinary,’ and countless tourneys bore witness to his maturation as a soldier. Perhaps his most supportive acquaintance was a man by the name of Ser Raymar, a knight of the Vale whom he’d nearly bested in the jousts and took him under his wing—as well as to his bedroll. When a summons came for Ser Raymar to join the Kingsguard he refused, and put forth Domeric’s name instead. Flattered by the prospect, Domeric accepted. But during his initiation ceremony his mind grew heavy with talk of absolute loyalty and honor of station and he couldn’t quite complete his vows without confessing to the King his true identity; fortunately for him, his reputation by that point far outweighed the unsavory nature of his surname and he was accepted into the Order regardless.
Relationships: TBD
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Garrett Hedlund


Name: Lady Alannys Rosby
Age: Twenty-Four
House: Bolton by birth, Rosby by marriage
Theme Song: Money Power Glory by Lana del Ray
Personality: Shrewd, Beguiling, Duplicitous, Resourceful and Ambitious.
Three Life Facts:
- A stain had always been on the Bolton name, deriving from many centuries past when they were still the Red Kings of the North, skinning their enemies alive and rumored to wear the skins of their fallen Stark foes. Their reputation grew darker in the wake of The Red Wedding, the consequences of that betrayal still felt several generations with the Boltons being a House of utter ruin and disgrace. Alannys Bolton would not learn this until late in life, her Lord father and Volantene noblewoman mother going to great strides to shelter her from the whispers. Even with her older brother running away from home, an eight-year-old Alannys could hardly fathom why older brother Domeric might want to put the Dreadfort and their shared name behind him. Locked away in the Dreadfort like a maiden in a song though, Alannys grew restless, desiring to see the world beyond the banks of the Weeping Water. At ten and five she stole away in much the same manner her older brother had, on the back of a horse, her intended destination a tourney in the Riverlands.
- Her sheltered life left her ill prepared for the honeyed words and ill-intended advances of a hedge knight she had met at the Tourney of Seagard, and when she was dragged kicking and screaming back to the Dreadfort her belly was already beginning to swell with a baby inside. What followed was the Westeros version of a shotgun wedding, with Lady Taena Bolton putting forth a fat enough dowry to help Lord Hoster Rosby forgive both her daughter’s surname and the bastard in her belly. Though twenty years her senior, Lord Hoster proved to be a decent and kind husband to the young Alannys. Childless before he married her, Hoster grew to love her son Alyn (age 9) as his own and even gave her two more from his own seed, Bethany (age 7) and Cedrik (age 3).
- Alannys was content with her marriage, for a time. But the girl of ten and five who ran away from the Dreadfort was growing restless again. Rosby was a fine castle but there were bigger ones out there. She had the title of Lady, but there were other Lordships more affluent and powerful. And she had friends, but they too she soon outgrew. Driven by the desire to completely shed any trace of House Bolton in her and to elevate her husband’s holdings, Alannys turned her eye to King’s Landing and managed to secure herself the confidence of Queen Laena Targaryen with the aid of her elder brother now serving on the Kingsguard. Well known to be amongst the Queens most favored companions, Alannys is Laena Targaryen’s eyes and ears around court. Her children are companions to the youngest prince and princess and her husband one of a select few candidates vying to fill Lord Ormund Baratheon’s vacated council seat. And yet Alannys still wants more, always more, her ambition knowing no bounds.
Taken By: degausser
Played By: Marta Gastini


Name: Rolf
Age: Sixteen
House: N/A, Common Folk, Apprentice to the Kingslanding weapon smith
Personality: Respectful. Hardworking. Strong. Stubborn. Loyal.
Three Life Facts:
- Rolf is apprentice to the kingslanding weapons smith and is very skilled. He enjoys the work and effort of it and has even produced some sellable items even at his age. He spends alot of time with the smith working and putting in hours and has almost completely disconnected from his family except for a few members.
- His father was an easily angered man and his mother would not speak against his father, it was hard for he and his siblings - especially his only sister. She is about to be within age to marry and Rolf wants to help her find someone quickly so she can get out of the house. He knows they can't hope for much in their position, as far as a match for her, but someone who is hardworking,honest, and even tempered would do.
- Rolf enjoys the work of a smith and would have no problem finding himself as a full time smith, but he also has a fantasy about being a knight. Some of the lesser swords he has created for practice he has played around with and although he has no sparing partner he is confident and would love to learn more - yet it is a dream he is sure will not be realized.
Relationships: Unknown to either Desmera or Rolf, they both share a mother. Rolf does not know anything about his mother's past or her previous life and children. He loves his mother and has let things go that he wouldn't with other people because he knows she is a bit fragile these days (after years with his father, he figures) so he doesn't push for details or things that don't fit.
Taken By: AtomicEmpress
Played By: Logan Lerman

winter soldier

Letty, did you ever mention which house Tybalt's lovely Lady Lannister came from?

degausser

No. I left it deliberately vague.

The only thing mentioned about her is that she was originally married to Tybalt's older brother who died in battle, and duty stated that Tybalt marry her in his place.

winter soldier

Got it!

I'll make her either a Baratheon or a Tyrell. Preference?

degausser

I am leaning Tyrell for purely selfish reasons (because it gives Rowena another connection) but I would honestly be happy with either.

Against_all_odds

Can we have distant relatives? Like those two Lannister boys who got killed? I wanted one of my characters to be part of one of the houses, but not in a major way.

degausser

Of course.

People are welcome to play members from lesser branches of the Great Houses, as well as members from the 100+ houses not mentioned. As well as bastards, common folk, etc.

Captivating

Thanks for saving Torren for me. Though I'm sad Sarah isn't around to play young Cassanda. Please save me a female Targaryean and...I think a male Tully? What's needed most? I could always make my third character unrelated to a family.

degausser

I very much support you playing a male Tully.

I shot Sarah a PM, so we'll see. Maybe she will surprise us and magically turn up.

Captivating

A male Tully it is then. I can make a fourth character unreleated to the Houses if anyone needs something specific for a line.

I would love for Sarah to shock us with her presence. We shall see. lol.

Against_all_odds

I think I'll reserve an Arryn male. I never did anything with that character in previous games.

degausser

fleur captives

Finally got FF to come up on my phone.

Holding the Baratheon heir and Tamsin Egerton.

winter soldier

Welcome back, Leigha!