winter soldier

Going off the age of her original profile, Myri should actually be like... 10, but a 10 year old is no fun to play. Excuse the fudging.

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