A Song Of Ice And Fire / Game Of Thrones RP [ Now Open! ]

[SeaTea]

Yeah, that overview page is pretty handy, I must say. Excellent work on it.

 

[WinterIsComing]

Thanks, dude!


I hope to expand on it eventually and make it more detailed. I might possibly add small descriptions to each character and each NPC, but, that is work for another day. Good job on your first post as well! I'm in the midst of writing a post right now, although, I'm writing for four characters so it is taking quite long!

 

[SeaTea]

Goodness gracious. four? You sir, are most mighty with the pen. I tip my RP cap to you.

 

[Tzun]

He is certainly a very talented roleplayer.

 

[WinterIsComing]

Thanks guys. You flatter me, haha.

 

[D3lmoniko]

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Place - House Baratheon Leader


Name - Durran Baratheon, "The dear of Storm's End"


Age - 44


Sex - Male


Sexuality - Heterosexual


Personality - Durran is a man of a few words, but what he says, he says it wisely. After many years leading the mighty house Baratheon through thick and thin, he grew older, but wiser. He makes alliances when he sees fit, as he sees this as more of a treason towards the other houses. Durran always welcomes guests with a smile and drinks, but who knows what lies behind the happy and jolly nature of this ruler. Rumors start that he is suffering from madness, sometimes having fits of anger, but not all can be true, can it? Surely a leader as powerful as him has some secrets he keeps under lock and key.


Short Biography - Durran was the oldest of the 2 sons of the greedy king Ombris Baratheon, and so he was predestined to be the next ruler. But, as he was growing up, he had problems with some physical activities. At age 5, he fell ill of a disease that left him bed ridden 2 months. In this time, he peeked out the castle window, looking at the waves crashing into the mighty cliffs. Looking out, he sometimes saw soldiers returning, tired and demoralized. He then found out that his father was sending the soldiers to collect taxes from small villages, killing his own people if they didn't have money. At age 8 he started training with the bow, and soon, at 14, he was on his first ever hunting trip. He hunted down a deer, a memory that makes him smile every time he thinks of it. He always says "Oh the irony, that my first kill, was my own kin.". Some consider it as dementia, believing the king believes himself to be a deer, but he says it, noting that their flag has a stag on it, the male of the species. At age 17, he succeeded his father on the throne, and seeing that he had a large treasury, decided to invest in an army and to lower the taxes for a while. Durran made the relations between house Baratheon and other minor houses under them warmer, but kind-of isolated itself from the others. Now, seeing as old age is catching up to him, Durran started to open up to the other houses of Westeros, mainly to keep his family from being seized by any other pretenders.


Other - ( Habits, Hobbies, Skills, ETC... ) Very good at archery, trained in sword and horse riding. Spends many nights awake in his study, looking out the window or studying the maps. He enjoys going on hunting trips in the spring and summer.

 

[WinterIsComing]

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Place - House Baratheon Leader


Name - Durran Baratheon, "The dear of Storm's End"


Age - 44


Sex - Male


Sexuality - Heterosexual


Personality - Durran is a man of a few words, but what he says, he says it wisely. After many years leading the mighty house Baratheon through thick and thin, he grew older, but wiser. He makes alliances when he sees fit, as he sees this as more of a treason towards the other houses. Durran always welcomes guests with a smile and drinks, but who knows what lies behind the happy and jolly nature of this ruler. Rumors start that he is suffering from madness, sometimes having fits of anger, but not all can be true, can it? Surely a leader as powerful as him has some secrets he keeps under lock and key.


Short Biography - Durran was the oldest of the 2 sons of the greedy king Ombris Baratheon, and so he was predestined to be the next ruler. But, as he was growing up, he had problems with some physical activities. At age 5, he fell ill of a disease that left him bed ridden 2 months. In this time, he peeked out the castle window, looking at the waves crashing into the mighty cliffs. Looking out, he sometimes saw soldiers returning, tired and demoralized. He then found out that his father was sending the soldiers to collect taxes from small villages, killing his own people if they didn't have money. At age 8 he started training with the bow, and soon, at 14, he was on his first ever hunting trip. He hunted down a deer, a memory that makes him smile every time he thinks of it. He always says "Oh the irony, that my first kill, was my own kin.". Some consider it as dementia, believing the king believes himself to be a deer, but he says it, noting that their flag has a stag on it, the male of the species. At age 17, he succeeded his father on the throne, and seeing that he had a large treasury, decided to invest in an army and to lower the taxes for a while. Durran made the relations between house Baratheon and other minor houses under them warmer, but kind-of isolated itself from the others. Now, seeing as old age is catching up to him, Durran started to open up to the other houses of Westeros, mainly to keep his family from being seized by any other pretenders.


Other - ( Habits, Hobbies, Skills, ETC... ) Very good at archery, trained in sword and horse riding. Spends many nights awake in his study, looking out the window or studying the maps. He enjoys going on hunting trips in the spring and summer.

Accepted!


Also, can you like my first post so I know you read the rules? Thanks!

 

[D3lmoniko]

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Place - House Baratheon Leader (Prince)


Name - Verys Baratheon


Age - 24


Sex - Male


Sexuality - Bisexual


Personality - Verys is a cold, calculated young man. He spend most of his young years training and studying to become one of the king's guard, but he later refused, not wanting to be away from his family. Verys wants to be close to his family, as in his childhood, he was sent to house Dondarrion, to train under good guidance. For him, family first, anything else, second.


Short Biography - Verys was born to Durran Bratheon, as heir to the throne. At age 5, Durran sent his child off to Blackhaven, to train under the guidance of


house Dondarrion. He spent his days there training and learning, leaving little time for anything else, such as the study of diplomacy. At age 14 he returned, and a smile on his face when he saw Storms End once again, and his family. He usually likes to take part in his father's hunting trips, as hunting is rooted in his blood. He discovered his bisexuality, after having a "diplomatic" interaction with one dornishman. He has kept that secret well kept, fearing people would judge him about this. He decided to train his personal guards, thinking of them as his "children".


Other - ( Habits, Hobbies, Skills, ETC... ) Expert in swords and spears, and trained in horse riding. He usually polishes his armor, always finding ways to put small "trinkets" on it. He can be found either on the training grounds, or near the courtyard.


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[WinterIsComing]

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Place - House Baratheon Leader (Prince)


Name - Verys Baratheon


Age - 24


Sex - Male


Sexuality - Bisexual


Personality - Verys is a cold, calculated young man. He spend most of his young years training and studying to become one of the king's guard, but he later refused, not wanting to be away from his family. Verys wants to be close to his family, as in his childhood, he was sent to house Dondarrion, to train under good guidance. For him, family first, anything else, second.


Short Biography - Verys was born to Durran Bratheon, as heir to the throne. At age 5, Durran sent his child off to Blackhaven, to train under the guidance of


house Dondarrion. He spent his days there training and learning, leaving little time for anything else, such as the study of diplomacy. At age 14 he returned, and a smile on his face when he saw Storms End once again, and his family. He usually likes to take part in his father's hunting trips, as hunting is rooted in his blood. He discovered his bisexuality, after having a "diplomatic" interaction with one dornishman. He has kept that secret well kept, fearing people would judge him about this. He decided to train his personal guards, thinking of them as his "children".


Other - ( Habits, Hobbies, Skills, ETC... ) Expert in swords and spears, and trained in horse riding. He usually polishes his armor, always finding ways to put small "trinkets" on it. He can be found either on the training grounds, or near the courtyard.


His armor - View attachment 126176

Accepted!

 

[Tzun]

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Appearance - Tall and slender, Rezdoz has a thick beard of red (even though his is black in the picture, bleh, couldn't find a better one. I also spent way too god damn much time looking to see if eunuchs grow hair, and it turns out they do, it's just arm and body hair that decreases, so, the more you know!) and a darker, crimson mane of hair. While lean, he has a fair amount of muscle, and a rough looking face, with innumerable scars from battle practice within the Red Temple of R'hllor. Just as well, he has a flame tattooed below his eye, signaling that he was a slave sold to the Red Temple when he was a child, most likely from Volantis.


Place - Red Priest/Fiery Hand in Westeros, entering the Stormlands


Name - Rezdoz Na Azdo, the Red Crusader


Age - 29


Sex - Male?


Sexuality - Heterosexual?


Personality - Rezdoz has a rather straight to the point, faith centered attitude, as do many other Red Priests and Priestesses. It is not uncommon for people of the clergy, but he of all the slaves that were sold had some of the strongest assurance in the Lord of Light. However, he is not afraid to manipulate emotion and joy to get what he requires to serve his god. Especially so when being used to form powerful alliances with others. He has gotten fairly decent at using others as a vassal for his Lord. He hates those that worship the Old Gods and the New. He finds the Seven to be a repulsive philosophy that seems to lack a certain devotion. Although, he does not kill all that worship the false gods, he tries to convert them, and show them the power of the Lord of Light.


Short Biography - Rezdoz was sold as a small child, most likely from Volantis, to a slaver in Slaver's Bay. He worked as a servant to the captain that transported the slaves until he hit puberty, from there, he was able to escape from the slaver, and return to Volantis. Soon, he was able to sneak unto a caravan and ride through the wastes and into the Shadowlands. It was there that the caravan guards had discovered the small boy that was hiding inside the wagons. They took him and held him captive, castrated him, and underfed Rezdoz. He had almost died of starvation, and thrown into the streets, but was sold, along with several other valuable supplies, to the people of Asshai. This is where he became a servant to the Lord of Light, and had the tattoo bearing the ever bright flame of his Lord below his right eye. He worked in the Red Temple since he could remember, slowly rising in the ranks of the Clergy, and becoming a Red Priest. However, through much sway of officials and a strong arm, he made his way into the Fiery Hand, a group of exactly one thousand men, warriors and defenders of the Lord of Light. Through much training and study of R'hllor, he was sent to Westeros, ordered by the Light to find a high Lord, and help the people of Westeros learn the ways of Lord of Light, and atone for their sins. He has just docked within the Stormlands, and plans to seek a new person of nobility that he can teach.


Other - An excellent swordsman, as he was required to be from the Clergy, he has spent his entire life, day after day, training endlessly with his blade, and may be one of the finest in the land. However, he does make mistakes, one of which is his constant focus on prayer, especially during combat.


With the right materials and focus, he can 'cast spells' with the Lord of Light's gift. These are unpredictable, and not always provided, but have been demonstrated on several occasions. Most notably, like with most of the Fiery Hand, he can alight his blade with his blood, which itself is fiery and warm.


He gets visions whilst staring into fire, and are generally very vague images, making it extremely difficult to figure out and piece together until they occur.


Just as well, with the blessings of the Lord of Light, Rezdoz has a 'resistance' to both cold and poison, making both seem to be futile as weapons against him.


((I hope this character is alright! I worked pretty hard to make him not seem OP, but still stay canon with all the abilities of the Red Clergy, and whatnot. Please let me know if anything needs changed, since this is all on mobile.))

 

[WinterIsComing]

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Appearance - Tall and slender, Rezdoz has a thick beard of red (even though his is black in the picture, bleh, couldn't find a better one. I also spent way too god damn much time looking to see if eunuchs grow hair, and it turns out they do, it's just arm and body hair that decreases, so, the more you know!) and a darker, crimson mane of hair. While lean, he has a fair amount of muscle, and a rough looking face, with innumerable scars from battle practice within the Red Temple of R'hllor. Just as well, he has a flame tattooed below his eye, signaling that he was a slave sold to the Red Temple when he was a child, most likely from Volantis.


Place - Red Priest/Fiery Hand in Westeros, entering the Stormlands


Name - Rezdoz Na Azdo, the Red Crusader


Age - 29


Sex - Male?


Sexuality - Heterosexual?


Personality - Rezdoz has a rather straight to the point, faith centered attitude, as do many other Red Priests and Priestesses. It is not uncommon for people of the clergy, but he of all the slaves that were sold had some of the strongest assurance in the Lord of Light. However, he is not afraid to manipulate emotion and joy to get what he requires to serve his god. Especially so when being used to form powerful alliances with others. He has gotten fairly decent at using others as a vassal for his Lord. He hates those that worship the Old Gods and the New. He finds the Seven to be a repulsive philosophy that seems to lack a certain devotion. Although, he does not kill all that worship the false gods, he tries to convert them, and show them the power of the Lord of Light.


Short Biography - Rezdoz was sold as a small child, most likely from Volantis, to a slaver in Slaver's Bay. He worked as a servant to the captain that transported the slaves until he hit puberty, from there, he was able to escape from the slaver, and return to Volantis. Soon, he was able to sneak unto a caravan and ride through the wastes and into the Shadowlands. It was there that the caravan guards had discovered the small boy that was hiding inside the wagons. They took him and held him captive, castrated him, and underfed Rezdoz. He had almost died of starvation, and thrown into the streets, but was sold, along with several other valuable supplies, to the people of Asshai. This is where he became a servant to the Lord of Light, and had the tattoo bearing the ever bright flame of his Lord below his right eye. He worked in the Red Temple since he could remember, slowly rising in the ranks of the Clergy, and becoming a Red Priest. However, through much sway of officials and a strong arm, he made his way into the Fiery Hand, a group of exactly one thousand men, warriors and defenders of the Lord of Light. Through much training and study of R'hllor, he was sent to Westeros, ordered by the Light to find a high Lord, and help the people of Westeros learn the ways of Lord of Light, and atone for their sins. He has just docked within the Stormlands, and plans to seek a new person of nobility that he can teach.


Other - An excellent swordsman, as he was required to be from the Clergy, he has spent his entire life, day after day, training endlessly with his blade, and may be one of the finest in the land. However, he does make mistakes, one of which is his constant focus on prayer, especially during combat.


With the right materials and focus, he can 'cast spells' with the Lord of Light's gift. These are unpredictable, and not always provided, but have been demonstrated on several occasions. Most notably, like with most of the Fiery Hand, he can alight his blade with his blood, which itself is fiery and warm.


He gets visions whilst staring into fire, and are generally very vague images, making it extremely difficult to figure out and piece together until they occur.


Just as well, with the blessings of the Lord of Light, Rezdoz has a 'resistance' to both cold and poison, making both seem to be futile as weapons against him.


((I hope this character is alright! I worked pretty hard to make him not seem OP, but still stay canon with all the abilities of the Red Clergy, and whatnot. Please let me know if anything needs changed, since this is all on mobile.))

That's fine! Accepted.

 

[cremora]

Rysenna Martell | Spearhead of Sunspear | Queen of Dorne


| UNBOWED | UNBENT | UNBROKEN |
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• Persona
• Past
• Hobbies
• Tastes
• Misc

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  Age: 36
  
  
  Birth Year: 184 AC
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Sexual Preference: Pansexual
  
  
  Romantic Preference: Panromantic
  
  
  Hair Color: Flaxen Blonde
  
  
  Eye Color: Sapphyre
  
  
  Weight: 160 lb.
  
  
  Height: 5'6"
  
  
  Motto: My spear, unbowed. My shield, unbent. My resolve, unbroken.
  
  
  
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  Rysenna is every bit as fiery as the rest of the Dornish men and women. It is how she keeps her position at the courts. Whipcrack wit and a no-nonsense attitude earn her the ire of many noble born women elsewhere in Westeros, but it has never caused Rysenna grief. What can't be gleaned from clear cut words can always be found with a clear cut from her spear.
  
  
  A proud but learned woman, Rysenna is a fast friend to her people, willing to ensure their prosperity over all others across the seven kingdoms. Particularly fond of her bastard daughter Solana, Rysenna enjoys muddying her hands with the commonfolk in an effort to remain close to their problems and finding solutions which make most everyone happy. What joy she cannot get from charity, Rysenna seeks out with her son Darius in the pits. Combat forges the strongest of bonds, and none can be so strong as the one she shares with him.
  
  
  Rysenna is kind to her people, but has a deep-seated predisposition towards those who do not come from Dorne, and are especially highbrowed in nature. This disposition can almost be seen as racist, which would be an astute observation. Rysenna despises those from the midlands, preferring the harsh humility of the Starks and their northern kin, to the midland pompousness of the Lannisters and their ilk.
  
  
  Those who cannot pick up a weapon to defend their lands and people do not deserve their nobility, and those who spend their days mocking the poor and crippled would do well to live like one for a time.
  
  
  
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  Rysenna is the trueborn heir of Dorne, the eldest daughter of a Martell mother and the youngest son of the Blackfyre family at the time. Dead before his due time, Rysenna never knew her father, though if what her mother had said was true, she never wanted to know him. Her father was a cruel, vindictive, and obsessive man, bent on making the realms give him his just dues. His cruelty knew no borders, which often spread into the bedroom and onto his wife.
  
  
  It was this taint in the bedchambers which led to his untimely death. Rysenna's mother knew her rights as the natural born ruler of Dorne and speared her Blackfyre husband in the chest when he thought to take her against her will. The same spear was then handed down to Rysenna when she flowered as a woman, and it helped her protect herself from similar advances.
  
  
  What it could not protect her from was the honeyed words of the boys around her. Swept away by the sweet nothings whispered to her by the boys she called friends, at the mere age of 13, Rysenna found herself with child by a particularly suave Dornish noble. Marriage came later, but neither would remain smitten for long. The birth was harsh, permanently scarring her body for the rest of her life. But it wasn't all for naught.
  
  
  Rysenna had birthed a son, his dark hair and olive skin a testament to the exotic heritage of his father, with the vivid glow of his eyes a tribute to his mother. She named him Darius, after the Dornish fighter that stole the hearts of all Sunspear's women. Perhaps with a name like that, he would do just as well. And he did, from what Rysenna had seen in his upbringing.
  
  
  Thirteen years old or not, Rysenna was sharp as any weapon and made sure to keep up on that strength. She worked with her mother until her early passing (grayscale breakout), ensuring the family's wellbeing. Soon after her death, Rysenna found herself amidst a vividly risque sexual encounter with the entire enlistment of the Sunspear fighters which led to a second pregnancy in her seventeenth year. This child was easier to push out, but her features were again dissimilar to her mother's.
  
  
  Solana Sand, the bastard daughter of this sexcapade, was lighter in skin tone, but just dark haired and hazel eyed as the rest of the common Dornish descent. Rysenna loved her still, choosing to keep the girl at the castle against her advisors wishes. At seventeen with two children under her already, Rysenna balanced the needs of her family with her own personal needs very well. Education was of utmost importance for both children, but combat was the focus.
  
  
  After all, the spear her mother gave her would one day be passed on as an heirloom and it was meant to be used.
  
  
  
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  Day Hobbies:
  
  
  
  
  Hunting
  
  
  
  With spear, hook, or hound, Rysenna adores the sport of the hunt. Not one for wasting a kill, however, each trophy is consumed at a feast upon the conclusion of the event.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Fighting
  
  
  
  Like most every Dornish citizen, Rysenna partakes of the physical combat that is pit fighting. Similar to the pits across the narrow seas, the pits of Sunspear are vicious and life threatening, but not without their rewards. Each bet could potentially bring more coin to the crown, or to the charity Rysenna prefers that day.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Justice
  
  
  
  Not one to shirk off her duties, Rysenna rather enjoys the obligation she has to dictate punishments for crimes against her people. It is known that she has a long history of being harsh, but unwavering in her judicials, offering three options to each offender and dispensing the chosen punishment swiftly.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Gardening
  
  
  
  As a child, Rysenna roamed the gardens for hours, pruning the flower bushes and picking the fruits from the trees to make salads with the trimmings. This childhood pastime has followed her into adulthood.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Singing
  
  
  
  Rysenna's most treasured joy that doesn't include naked bodies or naked steel is singing. Accompanied with her small twin drums, Rysenna has performed for highborn and low alike, uncaring for those who look on favorably or otherwise.
  
  
  
  
  Night Hobbies:
  
  
  
  
  Fornication
  
  
  
  Need anymore be said? The Dornish are unabashed with their love for fucking and fighting, and Rysenna is no exception to either. Her promiscuity doesn't reflect negatively upon her like other noble born in Westeros, however.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Astronomy
  
  
  
  Leave it to those of the desertlands to desire that which is farthest from reach. With the persistently clear nights above them, Rysenna took to the stars like a babe to a teat, fascinated with the twinkling constellations above. She often spends the late nights staring up at them through a telescope made by Solana during her time at the Citadel.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Tea Ceremonies
  
  
  
  The exotic and sometimes deadly leaves which flourish in the arid lands make for hardy teas with a wide array of effects. These mixtures make for heated encounters between the sheets, hallucinogenic escapades through the halls of the castle, or the hungriest of appetites depending upon their contents. Rysenna often partakes of these events, which may or may not lead to other hobbies mentioned...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Dancing
  
  
  
  Rysenna's most common hobby under the blanket of night is the art of dance. Wild, unkempt gypsy dances reminiscent of Dothraki whores, refined steps likened to the Targaryen balls, and even warrior courtships all abound in her repertoire.
  
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  
  
  Equality
  
  
  
  Rysenna's morals do not allow for any excuse that may sway the scales against it. Ensuring each person is treated fairly is both a moral obligation and a personal preference which stems from her political upbringing. As a Dornish citizen, Rysenna is entitled the same rights as a man with no exception, and this right is one she vehemently desires for every person, no matter their gender.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Intelligence
  
  
  
  One thing that is revered in a person most by Rysenna is intelligence. Wisdom comes from age, but intelligence can be learned from infancy. The ability to comprehend things and know history or the healing arts fascinates her. For another person to uphold a vivid conversation over which herb to use in a remedy or which king would have won in a battle ages ago is something both rare and valuable.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Art
  
  
  
  Painting in specific is what Rysenna enjoys. Using the oily colored liquids to illustrate her thoughts is therapeutic and also happens to double as a way to earn money. Rysenna's paintings are quite good, though not so much as other artists, though they do bring in a fair amount of coin for the Dornish crown.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  War
  
  
  
  More so tactics and strategy is what Rysenna likes regarding war. Fighting and sparring are their own pleasures, but the prolonged sieges or battlefield skirmishes are something she would like to avoid. Planning them is her strong suit and she loves to theorize what may happen when x meets y and they both encounter z.
  
  
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  
  
  Misogyny
  
  
  
  The persistent oppression of women is something that Rysenna cannot morally stand for. As a woman who was raised with a spear in hand and the Dornish law behind her, it makes no sense for the world to function in any other way than accepting that women are equal. That ANYONE is equal, really...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Rape
  
  
  
  The consent of both parties is essential in Dorne. Rape is punishable by castration, forehead branding, or being sent to the Wall. Anyone who is convicted of rape has no other choice. Rysenna made sure of that upon being given the title of Queen.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Cruelty
  
  
  
  Ambiguous and generic, Rysenna cannot stand any form of unnecessary cruelty. Whether it be hitting an animal, smacking a woman, yelling at children, or ignoring the crippled and poor, Rysenna's moral upbringing drives her to ensure as little of this occurs as possible.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Martyrdom
  
  
  
  Perhaps something that can be considered cruel, Rysenna has a deep abiding hatred for those in religious power who seek to make martyrs of their followers. The Priests of R'hllor, the Faith Militant... Both are viewed as tyrants of the weak willed and uneducated, which Rysenna willfully protests taking advantage of.
  
  
  
  
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  Favorite Foods: Green Peppers, Fish, Blood Oranges, Snap Dragon Flowers.
  
  
  Scholarships: History, Essos History, Dragon Lore, Combat History.
  
  
  Pets: Rysenna has a passion for animals and personally pays for a kennel of short haired, large eared, tan running dogs, a breeding ring of desert grassland geckos, and a large collection of breeding mildly venomous snakes which are indigenous to the same area.
  
  
  Consorts: Rysenna has over 100 lovers at any given time that she may call upon, but there are only a few among her favorites which she may take to court with her on any given day, with or without her husband. Of her favorites, the first she prefers is Harmyna Modalis, a hermaphrodite from Astapor who bought her freedom to come to Dorne. She also enjoys the touches of the twin brothers Oberos and Dallos Sand, bastards who sell themselves as they please. Rysenna's fourth and final favorite happens to be a longtime friend whose real name and identity she keeps secret. She wears a mask in the likeness of a tawny dragon and goes by the pseudonym Brass Wyrm, a name that Rysenna coined herself due to the wriggling she induces in bed.
  
  
  

 

[WinterIsComing]

Rysenna Martell | Spearhead of Sunspear | Queen of Dorne


| UNBOWED | UNBENT | UNBROKEN |
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• 
  
  
  Age: 36
  
  
  Birth Year: 184 AC
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Sexual Preference: Pansexual
  
  
  Romantic Preference: Panromantic
  
  
  Hair Color: Flaxen Blonde
  
  
  Eye Color: Sapphyre
  
  
  Weight: 160 lb.
  
  
  Height: 5'6"
  
  
  Motto: My spear, unbowed. My shield, unbent. My resolve, unbroken.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Rysenna is every bit as fiery as the rest of the Dornish men and women. It is how she keeps her position at the courts. Whipcrack wit and a no-nonsense attitude earn her the ire of many noble born women elsewhere in Westeros, but it has never caused Rysenna grief. What can't be gleaned from clear cut words can always be found with a clear cut from her spear.
  
  
  A proud but learned woman, Rysenna is a fast friend to her people, willing to ensure their prosperity over all others across the seven kingdoms. Particularly fond of her bastard daughter Solana, Rysenna enjoys muddying her hands with the commonfolk in an effort to remain close to their problems and finding solutions which make most everyone happy. What joy she cannot get from charity, Rysenna seeks out with her son Darius in the pits. Combat forges the strongest of bonds, and none can be so strong as the one she shares with him.
  
  
  Rysenna is kind to her people, but has a deep-seated predisposition towards those who do not come from Dorne, and are especially highbrowed in nature. This disposition can almost be seen as racist, which would be an astute observation. Rysenna despises those from the midlands, preferring the harsh humility of the Starks and their northern kin, to the midland pompousness of the Lannisters and their ilk.
  
  
  Those who cannot pick up a weapon to defend their lands and people do not deserve their nobility, and those who spend their days mocking the poor and crippled would do well to live like one for a time.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Rysenna is the trueborn heir of Dorne, the eldest daughter of a Martell mother and the youngest son of the Blackfyre family at the time. Dead before his due time, Rysenna never knew her father, though if what her mother had said was true, she never wanted to know him. Her father was a cruel, vindictive, and obsessive man, bent on making the realms give him his just dues. His cruelty knew no borders, which often spread into the bedroom and onto his wife.
  
  
  It was this taint in the bedchambers which led to his untimely death. Rysenna's mother knew her rights as the natural born ruler of Dorne and speared her Blackfyre husband in the chest when he thought to take her against her will. The same spear was then handed down to Rysenna when she flowered as a woman, and it helped her protect herself from similar advances.
  
  
  What it could not protect her from was the honeyed words of the boys around her. Swept away by the sweet nothings whispered to her by the boys she called friends, at the mere age of 13, Rysenna found herself with child by a particularly suave Dornish noble. Marriage came later, but neither would remain smitten for long. The birth was harsh, permanently scarring her body for the rest of her life. But it wasn't all for naught.
  
  
  Rysenna had birthed a son, his dark hair and olive skin a testament to the exotic heritage of his father, with the vivid glow of his eyes a tribute to his mother. She named him Darius, after the Dornish fighter that stole the hearts of all Sunspear's women. Perhaps with a name like that, he would do just as well. And he did, from what Rysenna had seen in his upbringing.
  
  
  Thirteen years old or not, Rysenna was sharp as any weapon and made sure to keep up on that strength. She worked with her mother until her early passing (grayscale breakout), ensuring the family's wellbeing. Soon after her death, Rysenna found herself amidst a vividly risque sexual encounter with the entire enlistment of the Sunspear fighters which led to a second pregnancy in her seventeenth year. This child was easier to push out, but her features were again dissimilar to her mother's.
  
  
  Solana Sand, the bastard daughter of this sexcapade, was lighter in skin tone, but just dark haired and hazel eyed as the rest of the common Dornish descent. Rysenna loved her still, choosing to keep the girl at the castle against her advisors wishes. At seventeen with two children under her already, Rysenna balanced the needs of her family with her own personal needs very well. Education was of utmost importance for both children, but combat was the focus.
  
  
  After all, the spear her mother gave her would one day be passed on as an heirloom and it was meant to be used.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Day Hobbies:
  
  
  
  
  Hunting
  
  
  
  With spear, hook, or hound, Rysenna adores the sport of the hunt. Not one for wasting a kill, however, each trophy is consumed at a feast upon the conclusion of the event.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Fighting
  
  
  
  Like most every Dornish citizen, Rysenna partakes of the physical combat that is pit fighting. Similar to the pits across the narrow seas, the pits of Sunspear are vicious and life threatening, but not without their rewards. Each bet could potentially bring more coin to the crown, or to the charity Rysenna prefers that day.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Justice
  
  
  
  Not one to shirk off her duties, Rysenna rather enjoys the obligation she has to dictate punishments for crimes against her people. It is known that she has a long history of being harsh, but unwavering in her judicials, offering three options to each offender and dispensing the chosen punishment swiftly.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Gardening
  
  
  
  As a child, Rysenna roamed the gardens for hours, pruning the flower bushes and picking the fruits from the trees to make salads with the trimmings. This childhood pastime has followed her into adulthood.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Singing
  
  
  
  Rysenna's most treasured joy that doesn't include naked bodies or naked steel is singing. Accompanied with her small twin drums, Rysenna has performed for highborn and low alike, uncaring for those who look on favorably or otherwise.
  
  
  
  
  Night Hobbies:
  
  
  
  
  Fornication
  
  
  
  Need anymore be said? The Dornish are unabashed with their love for fucking and fighting, and Rysenna is no exception to either. Her promiscuity doesn't reflect negatively upon her like other noble born in Westeros, however.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Astronomy
  
  
  
  Leave it to those of the desertlands to desire that which is farthest from reach. With the persistently clear nights above them, Rysenna took to the stars like a babe to a teat, fascinated with the twinkling constellations above. She often spends the late nights staring up at them through a telescope made by Solana during her time at the Citadel.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Tea Ceremonies
  
  
  
  The exotic and sometimes deadly leaves which flourish in the arid lands make for hardy teas with a wide array of effects. These mixtures make for heated encounters between the sheets, hallucinogenic escapades through the halls of the castle, or the hungriest of appetites depending upon their contents. Rysenna often partakes of these events, which may or may not lead to other hobbies mentioned...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Dancing
  
  
  
  Rysenna's most common hobby under the blanket of night is the art of dance. Wild, unkempt gypsy dances reminiscent of Dothraki whores, refined steps likened to the Targaryen balls, and even warrior courtships all abound in her repertoire.
  
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  
  
  Equality
  
  
  
  Rysenna's morals do not allow for any excuse that may sway the scales against it. Ensuring each person is treated fairly is both a moral obligation and a personal preference which stems from her political upbringing. As a Dornish citizen, Rysenna is entitled the same rights as a man with no exception, and this right is one she vehemently desires for every person, no matter their gender.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Intelligence
  
  
  
  One thing that is revered in a person most by Rysenna is intelligence. Wisdom comes from age, but intelligence can be learned from infancy. The ability to comprehend things and know history or the healing arts fascinates her. For another person to uphold a vivid conversation over which herb to use in a remedy or which king would have won in a battle ages ago is something both rare and valuable.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Art
  
  
  
  Painting in specific is what Rysenna enjoys. Using the oily colored liquids to illustrate her thoughts is therapeutic and also happens to double as a way to earn money. Rysenna's paintings are quite good, though not so much as other artists, though they do bring in a fair amount of coin for the Dornish crown.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  War
  
  
  
  More so tactics and strategy is what Rysenna likes regarding war. Fighting and sparring are their own pleasures, but the prolonged sieges or battlefield skirmishes are something she would like to avoid. Planning them is her strong suit and she loves to theorize what may happen when x meets y and they both encounter z.
  
  
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  
  
  Misogyny
  
  
  
  The persistent oppression of women is something that Rysenna cannot morally stand for. As a woman who was raised with a spear in hand and the Dornish law behind her, it makes no sense for the world to function in any other way than accepting that women are equal. That ANYONE is equal, really...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Rape
  
  
  
  The consent of both parties is essential in Dorne. Rape is punishable by castration, forehead branding, or being sent to the Wall. Anyone who is convicted of rape has no other choice. Rysenna made sure of that upon being given the title of Queen.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Cruelty
  
  
  
  Ambiguous and generic, Rysenna cannot stand any form of unnecessary cruelty. Whether it be hitting an animal, smacking a woman, yelling at children, or ignoring the crippled and poor, Rysenna's moral upbringing drives her to ensure as little of this occurs as possible.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Martyrdom
  
  
  
  Perhaps something that can be considered cruel, Rysenna has a deep abiding hatred for those in religious power who seek to make martyrs of their followers. The Priests of R'hllor, the Faith Militant... Both are viewed as tyrants of the weak willed and uneducated, which Rysenna willfully protests taking advantage of.
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Favorite Foods: Green Peppers, Fish, Blood Oranges, Snap Dragon Flowers.
  
  
  Scholarships: History, Essos History, Dragon Lore, Combat History.
  
  
  Pets: Rysenna has a passion for animals and personally pays for a kennel of short haired, large eared, tan running dogs, a breeding ring of desert grassland geckos, and a large collection of breeding mildly venomous snakes which are indigenous to the same area.
  
  
  Consorts: Rysenna has over 100 lovers at any given time that she may call upon, but there are only a few among her favorites which she may take to court with her on any given day, with or without her husband. Of her favorites, the first she prefers is Harmyna Modalis, a hermaphrodite from Astapor who bought her freedom to come to Dorne. She also enjoys the touches of the twin brothers Oberos and Dallos Sand, bastards who sell themselves as they please. Rysenna's fourth and final favorite happens to be a longtime friend whose real name and identity she keeps secret. She wears a mask in the likeness of a tawny dragon and goes by the pseudonym Brass Wyrm, a name that Rysenna coined herself due to the wriggling she induces in bed.
  
  
  

Wonderfully done! Accepted!

 

[Genma]

" A reputation is like glass, once cracked it can never be replaced."






Place - House Targaryen Member

Name - Malygos Targaryen

Age - 27

Sex - Male

Sexuality - Heterosexual

Personality -

" Most of the time I act like a noble young man, with every action and every word, to be the very definition of a gentleman and a warrior. For the most part I succeed on a daily basis and hardly fall to the point of becoming a social git. Mostly because of want to just earn coin enough to make my dreams come true. I am confident in myself and in my ability to deal with people. Whether they be nobles or common folk, all are basic people when you regress them to their most basic form. Often I am courteous without letting myself be stepped on, and smooth in my own manner and way of speaking. Keeping the situation under control is one of my emotional stigmas. At least my mom thinks I am a control freak, because I like to know what people are up to, especially my loved ones. I can be as confrontational or as agreeable as the situation calls for, but will for the most part aim to please not just those around me but myself as well. In short I am a charmer.

" Loathing the act of killing without there being coin or purpose, and finding pointless violence detestable and deplorable, I wish more people could just get along. After all society is better upheld when there is peace according to all the texts I have read on the matter. Being very dependent on my family honor, I keep the promises made to myself, and those around me. Sometimes I tend to be too kind hearted and will go through great lengths to help out those I can when the situation calls for it, but most of the time I will always try to maintain a distance between myself and others so as to not get tied down."

Likes: Coin, effort, and good food.

Dislikes: Arrogance, bad losers, and men with a stench of a whore on them.

Short Biography -

It came to pass that Argus brother of Coranys was his knight and brother in waiting. Despite his outward appearance on the matters of the throne. Argus was not that happy that his brother was lord of the land and not himself. None the less, Argus stood in the shadows and plotted his own scheme that would come to fruition much later in life. One night, admist the cover of a festival in King's Landing, Argus found a suitable woman and bed her. Making sure that she did not drink the moon tea in the morning, he was more then sure that she would become pregnant with his bastard. After all he had been plotting and waiting for this for years, he knew when it was time for her to monthly bleed and when she would be most susceptible to his seed. Never doubting his preparations his plan went off without a hitch. For a nine months later Argus soon had a son, one with the family traits and even quite possibly more then even he knew of.

Immediately Argus set out to protect his interests. Among the time he spent planning for the future of the boy he did grow fond of the mother and the child itself, but emotions such as those that had to be placed away for the agents and even his brother himself would catch on. After all in the Game of Thrones you win or you die, and it was too soon to cast his hand. Argus in doing so sent his mistress and son away far across the sea to the land of Essos. There he set them up with merchant families in the Free Cities. Their main destination was far inland admits the massive and thick forest of Qohor. There they stayed with ancient friends who were merchants of weapons and craftsman of weapons. One of the few families that could cast Valyrian steel and all of its unique properties. It was here that the child, now know as Malygos would live and strive to survive. For everywhere there was agents of the king and hopefully even in this far away place they might be spared the full gaze of Coranys.

As the child grew it became increasingly apparent that he was nothing like the natives. Malygos's hair and other features had become so apparent that he was marked as an outsider with his mother to the people, though none the less do to their status with the merchant family they seemed to be accepted. Even though he was proud of his mane, at a young age Mal began to regularly shave his head. it was the style of the young boys anyways in the city and was a good way to keep on hiding himself. Apprenticing as a black smiths aide, Mal found that he had a talent with the forge and helped create armor and other items of importance to the welfare of his family and city. All through these years his mother would spin tales of their homeland through his head and he would dream of what the land was like. Dream Mal would of what was to come and how he could shape the future to achieve these dreams of his. Dreams that sometimes were focused on his immediate surroundings and sometimes came true.

It all started when he was well into man hood and was around the age of sixteen or seventeen. Mal somehow had gotten himself into a fight with some local boys and was to be hit in the head with a bar stool, bout he saw some how that a man in golden armor was going to deflect the attack from nearby if he just moved slightly to the side. Doing so the vision came to pass and the man in the Gold named Bosh was soon to be found out as a member of a mercenary group called the Golden Company. Looking for some work and possible recruits for the group. His mother at first was reluctant to let him go, but something in her knew that Argus would agree, knowing that the boy had no better teacher to become a warrior then the fabled company. Gifting him his steel longsword called Mothers Tear.

Over the years after his departure from his mother, Mal would spend his time learning to be a warrior and mercenary for higher. Each year that he stayed he gained another golden ring around his wrist which signified wealth and experience. Learning better the art of swordplay, tactics, and even more about his little gift of dreams, Mal had become a true man worthy of his father's legacy. It was in this spirit of triumphant return to himself that Mal when introduced to a new city or place and asked his name no longer spoke just his given name anymore alone. He had been giving a piece of paper with his father's seal by a post courier one day that legitimized him as a true heir and son of Argus Targaryen. Now when asked his response was simply, " Malygos Targaryen." Now that he has finished his tour with the Golden Company, he finds himself drifting closer and closer to the sea. His dreams leading him to the coast where he will yearn and ache to cross to go back to his ancestral lands to better learn what has happened to his father. For they had lost contact with him over the years and in his heart Mal thought there to be something amiss.

Despite the hatred that would be bestowed on him and the target to be placed on his back, Mal will return home. Return the ancestral grounds of his father and mother. There he will reclaim what was theirs and gain fortunes.

Other -

Preferred Method of Combat: Mal fights with a very aggressive in style. His sword play is focused on coming in at odd and rather unorthodox angles with attacks that are hard to counter if even parry. His sword being smaller then most allows him the ability to maneuver at said velocities and angles maximizing his potential to land a hit where as normal long sword wielders have fewer avenues of attack.

- Is an accomplished smith. Nothing as famous or well to do as his master, but no slouch either.

- Tactician and winner of many battles when among the Company.

​

 

[WinterIsComing]

" A reputation is like glass, once cracked it can never be replaced."




Place - House Targaryen Member

Name - Malygos Targaryen

Age - 27

Sex - Male

Sexuality - Heterosexual

Personality -

" Most of the time I act like a noble young man, with every action and every word, to be the very definition of a gentleman and a warrior. For the most part I succeed on a daily basis and hardly fall to the point of becoming a social git. Mostly because of want to just earn coin enough to make my dreams come true. I am confident in myself and in my ability to deal with people. Whether they be nobles or common folk, all are basic people when you regress them to their most basic form. Often I am courteous without letting myself be stepped on, and smooth in my own manner and way of speaking. Keeping the situation under control is one of my emotional stigmas. At least my mom thinks I am a control freak, because I like to know what people are up to, especially my loved ones. I can be as confrontational or as agreeable as the situation calls for, but will for the most part aim to please not just those around me but myself as well. In short I am a charmer.

" Loathing the act of killing without there being coin or purpose, and finding pointless violence detestable and deplorable, I wish more people could just get along. After all society is better upheld when there is peace according to all the texts I have read on the matter. Being very dependent on my family honor, I keep the promises made to myself, and those around me. Sometimes I tend to be too kind hearted and will go through great lengths to help out those I can when the situation calls for it, but most of the time I will always try to maintain a distance between myself and others so as to not get tied down."

Likes: Coin, effort, and good food.

Dislikes: Arrogance, bad losers, and men with a stench of a whore on them.

Short Biography -

It came to pass that Argus brother of Coranys was his knight and brother in waiting. Despite his outward appearance on the matters of the throne. Argus was not that happy that his brother was lord of the land and not himself. None the less, Argus stood in the shadows and plotted his own scheme that would come to fruition much later in life. One night, admist the cover of a festival in King's Landing, Argus found a suitable woman and bed her. Making sure that she did not drink the moon tea in the morning, he was more then sure that she would become pregnant with his bastard. After all he had been plotting and waiting for this for years, he knew when it was time for her to monthly bleed and when she would be most susceptible to his seed. Never doubting his preparations his plan went off without a hitch. For a nine months later Argus soon had a son, one with the family traits and even quite possibly more then even he knew of.

Immediately Argus set out to protect his interests. Among the time he spent planning for the future of the boy he did grow fond of the mother and the child itself, but emotions such as those that had to be placed away for the agents and even his brother himself would catch on. After all in the Game of Thrones you win or you die, and it was too soon to cast his hand. Argus in doing so sent his mistress and son away far across the sea to the land of Essos. There he set them up with merchant families in the Free Cities. Their main destination was far inland admits the massive and thick forest of Qohor. There they stayed with ancient friends who were merchants of weapons and craftsman of weapons. One of the few families that could cast Valyrian steel and all of its unique properties. It was here that the child, now know as Malygos would live and strive to survive. For everywhere there was agents of the king and hopefully even in this far away place they might be spared the full gaze of Coranys.

As the child grew it became increasingly apparent that he was nothing like the natives. Malygos's hair and other features had become so apparent that he was marked as an outsider with his mother to the people, though none the less do to their status with the merchant family they seemed to be accepted. Even though he was proud of his mane, at a young age Mal began to regularly shave his head. it was the style of the young boys anyways in the city and was a good way to keep on hiding himself. Apprenticing as a black smiths aide, Mal found that he had a talent with the forge and helped create armor and other items of importance to the welfare of his family and city. All through these years his mother would spin tales of their homeland through his head and he would dream of what the land was like. Dream Mal would of what was to come and how he could shape the future to achieve these dreams of his. Dreams that sometimes were focused on his immediate surroundings and sometimes came true.

It all started when he was well into man hood and was around the age of sixteen or seventeen. Mal somehow had gotten himself into a fight with some local boys and was to be hit in the head with a bar stool, bout he saw some how that a man in golden armor was going to deflect the attack from nearby if he just moved slightly to the side. Doing so the vision came to pass and the man in the Gold named Bosh was soon to be found out as a member of a mercenary group called the Golden Company. Looking for some work and possible recruits for the group. His mother at first was reluctant to let him go, but something in her knew that Argus would agree, knowing that the boy had no better teacher to become a warrior then the fabled company. Gifting him his steel longsword called Mothers Tear.

Over the years after his departure from his mother, Mal would spend his time learning to be a warrior and mercenary for higher. Each year that he stayed he gained another golden ring around his wrist which signified wealth and experience. Learning better the art of swordplay, tactics, and even more about his little gift of dreams, Mal had become a true man worthy of his father's legacy. It was in this spirit of triumphant return to himself that Mal when introduced to a new city or place and asked his name no longer spoke just his given name anymore alone. He had been giving a piece of paper with his father's seal by a post courier one day that legitimized him as a true heir and son of Argus Targaryen. Now when asked his response was simply, " Malygos Targaryen." Now that he has finished his tour with the Golden Company, he finds himself drifting closer and closer to the sea. His dreams leading him to the coast where he will yearn and ache to cross to go back to his ancestral lands to better learn what has happened to his father. For they had lost contact with him over the years and in his heart Mal thought there to be something amiss.

Despite the hatred that would be bestowed on him and the target to be placed on his back, Mal will return home. Return the ancestral grounds of his father and mother. There he will reclaim what was theirs and gain fortunes.

Other -

Preferred Method of Combat: Mal fights with a very aggressive in style. His sword play is focused on coming in at odd and rather unorthodox angles with attacks that are hard to counter if even parry. His sword being smaller then most allows him the ability to maneuver at said velocities and angles maximizing his potential to land a hit where as normal long sword wielders have fewer avenues of attack.

- Is an accomplished smith. Nothing as famous or well to do as his master, but no slouch either.

- Tactician and winner of many battles when among the Company.

​

Accepted!

 

[Ivazel]

Picture (with and without armor):

Place - Member of House Stark


Name - Artaemus "Art" Stark


Age - 20


Sex - Male


Sexuality - Heterosexual


Personality - Art has a desire to win that is virtually unmatched-- the stamina he shows in sparring every day is more than enough evidence for that. If he's knocked to his arse, you can be he'll be back up to do it again... or even knock you on yours. That said, the only thing that could possibly match his voracity is his loyalty to the Starks.


Short Biography - His frame is hulking-- a full seven-and-seventy inches and sixteen stone; born the younger cousin of the heir to one of the greatest Houses in the Seven Kingdoms, he always felt he had something to prove, and as such, acted like it. His father, Torin, has always told him: "Be the best, or if not that, knock him on his arse."


Other - Incredible practical swordplay knowledge, but not a fast rider; his desire to win can also get him in trouble in instances where it's better to merely back down. That said, when he has the possibility of winning,


he won't stop until he does.

 

[WinterIsComing]

Picture (with and without armor):

Place - Member of House Stark


Name - Artaemus "Art" Stark


Age - 20


Sex - Male


Sexuality - Heterosexual


Personality - Art has a desire to win that is virtually unmatched-- the stamina he shows in sparring every day is more than enough evidence for that. If he's knocked to his arse, you can be he'll be back up to do it again... or even knock you on yours. That said, the only thing that could possibly match his voracity is his loyalty to the Starks.


Short Biography - His frame is hulking-- a full seven-and-seventy inches and sixteen stone; born the younger cousin of the heir to one of the greatest Houses in the Seven Kingdoms, he always felt he had something to prove, and as such, acted like it. His father, Torin, has always told him: "Be the best, or if not that, knock him on his arse."


Other - Incredible practical swordplay knowledge, but not a fast rider; his desire to win can also get him in trouble in instances where it's better to merely back down. That said, when he has the possibility of winning,


he won't stop until he does.

Accepted!

 

[Ivazel]

I wanted to PM you about this but I've not yet reached the ten post requirement that will allow me to PM about a female leader for House Mormont. This should be the last post, however, in which case I'll be PMing you immediately after this is up.


Picture:

Place - Leader/Wife of Leader House Mormont


Name - Nymeria Mormont, aka the White Bear


Age - 32


Sex - Female


Sexuality - Bisexual


Personality - Never backing down from a fight was once Nymeria Mormont's strong suit; her skill with spear and sword, as well as her large frame, allowed her to traverse Westeros in relative peace, and should that piece be broken, she was able to defend herself.


Short Biography - However, as the eldest daughter of a dying Mormont father, Jaenor Mormont, she was called back to Bear Island to marry to a lord. Since her father died, though, she's decided not to marry and to rule the house herself. If she were to have need of an heir, she'd hand Bear Island to a Stark, for she trusts them with her life. But where she feels most at home is the sea. She often feels as though if she'd been born a Greyjoy, she'd have felt more at home.


Other - Incredibly skilled spearfighter, gifted swordfighter, but borderline incompetent with a bow and arrow. She mostly uses the shield to bash rather than as a blocking tool, but of course she can use it as such. Her riding skill leaves something to be desired, but the way she commands a ship could blow the pants off any trader on either side of the Narrow Sea.

 

[WinterIsComing]

I wanted to PM you about this but I've not yet reached the ten post requirement that will allow me to PM about a female leader for House Mormont. This should be the last post, however, in which case I'll be PMing you immediately after this is up.
Picture:

Place - Leader/Wife of Leader House Mormont


Name - Nymeria Mormont, aka the White Bear


Age - 32


Sex - Female


Sexuality - Bisexual


Personality - Never backing down from a fight was once Nymeria Mormont's strong suit; her skill with spear and sword, as well as her large frame, allowed her to traverse Westeros in relative peace, and should that piece be broken, she was able to defend herself.


Short Biography - However, as the eldest daughter of a dying Mormont father, Jaenor Mormont, she was called back to Bear Island to marry to a lord. Since her father died, though, she's decided not to marry and to rule the house herself. If she were to have need of an heir, she'd hand Bear Island to a Stark, for she trusts them with her life. But where she feels most at home is the sea. She often feels as though if she'd been born a Greyjoy, she'd have felt more at home.


Other - Incredibly skilled spearfighter, gifted swordfighter, but borderline incompetent with a bow and arrow. She mostly uses the shield to bash rather than as a blocking tool, but of course she can use it as such. Her riding skill leaves something to be desired, but the way she commands a ship could blow the pants off any trader on either side of the Narrow Sea.

Accepted!

 

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Place - House Martell - Bastard born


Name - Nymerion Sand


Age - 20


Sex - Male


Sexuality - Homosexual


Personality - He is quiet and calculating and always thinks before he acts. He can also turn on the charm when needed, a trait he shares with his father.


Short Biography -


Nymerion is a twin brother. The babies were born within 5 minutes of each other with his brother arriving before him, which he has never let him forget when growing up. When it came to choosing which weapons to train with Nymerion selected daggers. he became quite adept at using them and as well as his daggers he was well versed in poisons and their antidotes. As a bastard born son there was never any pressure for him to Marry, A fact that Nymerion is happy to stay single as he prefers the company of men than women.


Other -


Nymerion is well versed in the use of daggers as well as Posions.


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Place - House Martell


Name - Ellarah Martell


Age - 19


Sex - Female


Sexuality - Heterosexual


Personality - Ellarah has been called calculating and has her spies and confidants in Dorne, kings landing and multiple cities in the east. She is not closed off to the idea of love but she does not expect it to come from an arranged marriage.


Short Biography -


Ellarah was born the second daughter of Dorne. Because of this Ellarah will never see herself sit in the throne at Sunspear. Instead she has devoted her time to building herself up a network of informants and spies to help keep Dornes investments in check. Like her cousins Ellarah was trained in weapon use since she was a child and many would agree that she is the good wielder.

 

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Picture: ( Can Be Real Person, Or Cartoon, Or Whatever... )

Place - House Martell


Name - Ellarah Martell


Age - 19


Sex - Female


Sexuality - Heterosexual


Personality - Ellarah has been called calculating and has her spies and confidants in Dorne, kings landing and multiple cities in the east. She is not closed off to the idea of love but she does not expect it to come from an arranged marriage.


Short Biography -


Ellarah was born the second daughter of Dorne. Because of this Ellarah will never see herself sit in the throne at Sunspear. Instead she has devoted her time to building herself up a network of informants and spies to help keep Dornes investments in check. Like her cousins Ellarah was trained in weapon use since she was a child and many would agree that she is the good wielder.

Accepted!