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Main Cast:

Meralith Tully - Jabroni
Bryant Stark - Rusty of Shackleford
Reynir Greyjoy - wickedlittlecritta
Alfie Wild - CheeseQueen
Petran Lannister - darth
Ellaria Martell - Silvertongue
Visenya Targaryen - Silvertongue

Non-Player Characters (NPCs)

Cedrick Arryn, Heir to the Iron Throne
Markas Rykker, Lord of Duskendale
Russal Mallery, Lord of Dragonstone
Gaiwen Celtigar, Castellan of Dragonstone


Character Sheet

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Character Name - Your character's given and family names (if any). Also any nicknames or aliases you go by.

Age - Your character's current age.

Titles and Designations (if any) - Example: Lady Paramount of the Mander, Lady of Highgarden, Warden of the South, etc.

Appearance - A description of how your character appears to others. You can add additional photos here if you like, but it's not necessary.

Brief History - Give us a taste of who this person is and how you arrived at this point.

Issue - What family lineage do you trace from? This doesn't have to be a huge list but may become relevant as the plot progresses.

Secret - Anything critical you wish to keep out of your character sheet and remain strictly IC. PM me a copy with this section.

 

[Jabroni]

Character Name - Meralith of House Tully

Age - 36

Titles and Designations (if any) - Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm

Appearance - Her small cheekbones, delicate nose and mouth take on an avian quality similar to a dove - a fitting look for the wife of an Arryn. Her skin, while still soft, is beginning to show its wrinkles around her eyes. Her auburn red hair drapes down in curls across her shoulders. The entire figure of her is quite small, and she stands at perhaps five and three feet short. Despite Meralith's unimposing physical nature, she maintains good posture and a sense of focus as she goes about her day. As far as manner of dress is concerned, she wears what is expected of the occasion. Meralith prefers more plain gowns without much decoration.

Brief History - She came from her mother's womb some six-and-thirty name days hence. In those days, King Aerys II had just been crowned and life was peaceful in the Riverlands. Meralith enjoyed trips to the great Wheel Tower on the Tumblestone River. She found a calmness watching all the boats tied at anchor and listening as the water lapped up against their hulls. There were so many other memories here as well. Many of her best friends joined her on these adventures, pretending to be merchants and swashbucklers from across the Narrow Sea. It was also here she had her first kiss with Harald. They were still teenagers at the time, but they pledge their love before anyone else had a say in things. "It's fate," said Meralith. "We are meant to be as one."

Sure enough, they were married in 282 by that same waterwheel. Shortly thereafter, the realm fell into chaos as King Aerys' mental health continued to decline. Several members of great Westerosi houses were put to the flame for unknown reasons. In response, Lord Harald raised his banners along with [Insert House Names Here] and rode south of the Vale. He led a large contingent of the rebel army at the Battle of the Trident and emerged victorious over [Insert House Names Here] and Prince Baelyx Targaryen, who was slain on the battlefield. King's Landing all but surrendered from within, having lost any hope of winning after this disastrous defeat. The leaders of the rebellion proclaimed Harald their new king, and Meralith joined her husband in the Crownlands.

Years passed and while things remained uncertain, a fragile peace was reestablished. Their children would receive all the best tutoring and tender upbringing as could be afforded to a royal family. Meralith raised them in the Faith of the Seven and read the Seven-Pointed Star regularly before bed. She became an esteemed patron of the Great Sept of Baelor, and often visited poor kitchens across the city. On lazy fun days, she'd take her children down to the docks and they'd see who could skip rocks the farthest. Meralith liked to think she could protect them from the metaphorical waves coming ashore, determined to erode everything she and Harald had built. Then in 299, she awoke with a scream. His lifeless eyes and pale face wore death like a glove. Harald was just 38 years old, and now the realm must lay him to rest. His wife continues to lean on the Gods for guidance and keeps her family even closer than before.

Issue - Meralith is the eldest daughter of [Insert Current or Late Lord of Riverrun). She is daughter by marriage to [Insert Current or Late Lord of the Eyrie] and mother to [Insert Heir to the Iron Throne].

Secret - Oooo secretz pspspsspss

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Character Name - Bryant Stark, "The Black Wolf

Age - 24

Titles and Designations: Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North

Appearance - Bryant is a lean man, unlike his much bulkier late father. His features are sharp, almost birdlike, and his eyes are jsut as piercing, a deep grey. He keeps his hair short, at most having a light stubble or a tight ponytail.

Brief History - Bryant's childhood is something known to few. his father was a recluse, a bit eccentric even. But it is known he was raised mostly in Winterfell, and tutored by his father directly. Upon turning sixteen, he was tasked with leading military campaigns against the hostile Northern tribes and wildlings that made it over the Wall. It was here that he earned the title he would forever bear, "The Black Wolf," named for the black steel armor he wore. While intimidating, the real reason was simple. He was often out on long expeditions without access to a blacksmith. So, he simply used oil to black the plates, making the armor less likely to rust. So by the time of the Rebellion, he was already a proven commander. Which was odd, since his brother, who was not in line to become the next Warden, was put in command of the North's armies, coming tot he aid of the Arryn's. Instead, Bryant's old retinue was given to him, nicknamed "The Black Hunters," after their skill to track and ambush their enemies. But Bryant would prove himself at the Battle of the Trident. The story goes that his father, Brandon Stark, faced the Crown Prince in single combat, but was felled in the duel. Bryant ran to the aid of his father, and slew his foe, ending the battle right then and there. With his father dead, and a new king, Bryant was recognized as the new Lord of Winterfell, though his ascension is somewhat controversial. Some say he was the one who killed his father, that he used the battle to take power. Others believe he is no Stark, just a common bastard.

Issue - House Stark
Secret - Anything critical you wish to keep out of your character sheet and remain strictly IC. PM me a copy with this section.

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Reynir Greyjoy

Age | Twenty-three

Titles and Designations | Lord of the Iron Islands, Lord Reaper of Pyke, Captain of the Iron Serpent, the Greyjoy, the Salt Lord

Appearance | As is typical of the Greyjoys, Reynir is a tall, handsome man with dark hair. He takes more after his Lyseni mother in build than his Ironborn father--lean and wiry, with an effortless grace. He also has her violet eyes, which he often lines with khol to protect against the sun. He tyically wears the spoils of his reavings, the gaudier the better.

Brief History | Shortly after Harald took the throne Reynir's father, Lord Vickon, launched his own rebellion, intending to free the Iron Island's from the Iron Throne's hold and return the Isles to the Old Ways. Harald crushed the Grayjoy Rebellion, and in the process Vickon's two sons by his rock wife were killed. While his wife spiraled into madness from grief at the loss, Vickon chose Reynir, the eight year old son of his favorite salt wife, to raise as his heir. Reynir had learned to sail as soon as he could walk, and by twelve was accompanying his father and uncles reaving. By seventeen he captained a ship of his own.

Vickon was killed roughly two years ago while reaving in Slaver's Bay. Though considered trueborn by Ironborn law, salt sons were still considered lesser, and Reynir's transition to power was not seamless. His uncle Urron attempted to usurp him, but with the assistance of his other uncle, Dalton, Reynir kept the Seastone Chair. As Ironborn are forbidden to spill eachother's blood, Reynir executed Urron by drowning. Reynir named Dalton as the Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet.

Somewhat unusually for an Ironborn, Reynir is literate, in both the Common Tongue and High Valyrian. Though attended by a maester as most nobles are, Reynir learned his father's distrust of the order, and typically prefers the council of the Drowned priests.

Raised under his irritable, inflexible father, Reynir is a much more soft-spoken, diplomatic man than Vickon ever was, though possessing a ruthless streak that even the crustiest of Ironborn have grown to respect. The title of Salt Lord was first given to him as an insult, but has quickly turned to an almost affectionate nickname that Reynir embraces. Even-tempered and clever, Reynir has been of the opinion that the Old Ways are perhaps truly gone--but with a green child on the throne and the other kingdoms smelling blood, perhaps the time is finally ripe.

Issue | Son of the late Vickon Greyjoy and a Lyseni slave girl. Nephew of Dalton Greyjoy, Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet. As the Ironborn rarely intermarry with other noble houses of Westeros, he has little if any blood relation to any noble families outside of the islands.

art credit: Zara H​

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[CheeseQueen]

X A L F I E ARRYN W I L D X



X A G E X 18

X O C C U P A T I O N X ( Bastard son of the king) Alfie has no affiliation he is a Vigilante, a sword for hire. He works for those needing him to take down foes, wether or not they are good or evil. Although, Alfie is looking for honest work.

X B R E I F X H I S T O R Y X

Well where to start.

Alfie started his early days being told his father had died days before he was born, that his father loved him before he could even breath air. That his father hoped he would grow into a grate honourable man. All lies his mother had made him to believe, she would never dare to tell him the truth until she lay on her death bed. And breathed her last words.

Alfie’s mother was a beautiful woman. She had been travelling with her parents when she met the king. Her parents ran a mead company, they had been trying to get respectible taverns to sell there product. With the king hearing about this, he made a deal with her if she agreed to his demands. Then he would make arrangements for her family’s business.

So she agreed to the deal, she was used as a whore until he fell sick of her. Though after this, this would be around the time she fell pregnant with her first and only child Alfie. Alfie’s mother would not tell folk that she was pregnant with the son of the king. She was terrified, terified soldiers would come for her in the night, she was terrified of many possibilities. So she created some sort of story, so when people asked. She would tell people that his father died by the jaws of savage animals. After Alfie’s grand parents died, his mother had inherited the money of the company. So she tried to get as far away as possible, as the war was beginning to start. Though, around this time she was growing ill and weaker. She couldn’t take them far, just far enough so they couldn’t get caught up in the war.

Not long after they ran, his mother died of tuberculosis and spoke truth of Alfie’s lineage on her death bed . She did ever wonder however, if King Harold knew the truth as people would talk. They would say things that she was lying, that the son was born a lie. Or even that the fact they did not know she had a true lover. Although, those who truly knew.

The dates would add up to that unfaithful night they spent together.

After Alfie was now orphaned ,and knew the truth about himself. Alfie went to the castle in hopes his father would take pity upon him. Though, that did not work. Alfie was beaten by guards laughing at his pitiful lies, so Alfie went his way battered and bruised. He went on learning the way of the sword and becoming a vigilante to make money. Though, Alfie dose not speak of his true lineage. After learning about the true ruthlessness of his father, and now learning of his death. He keeps the secret close, not wanting to be affiliated with the man. Although at the same time, he would like people to know of him being unfaithful. Adding more fact to his true nature. And perhaps the possibilities of him not being his only bastard? Though this would be at stake of disgracing him and the honourable name of his mother.

So Alfie changed his last name from Rose to Wild

X I S S U E X King Arryn , Loraine Rose

 

[dawnfallstar]

Character Name - Parry Arryn house of Templeton (diff branch than the king, there last member of their fam that they share is Jasper Arryn father/mother or great-great grand parents)

Age -25

Titles and Designations (if any) - Lady of Ninestars

Appearance -She has light brown hair. That is half up, half down. She has blue soft eyes. She is 5"10.

Brief History -Parry grew up in the family house. She was told that she was the best at everything. When she was young her parents found out that she was going out without telling them. She was raised in-home land and visited no other lands. She was raised in a happy family home with two loving parents. When she was 19 people started to bully her sister, so she protected her a lot more. When she was 24, her parents died. She had no brothers and one sister who is 20.

Issue- She was born of Robin Arryn and lower noblewomen.

Secret

 

[darth]

Petran of House Lannister

Hear My Roar...

Age
It has been two-and-twenty namedays since the day of Petran's birth.

Titles and Designations
Petran is not yet graced with any titles.​

Appearance
Petran is tall, though not as tall as his elder siblings, standing at least a head beneath both of them. Unlike his stockier brother, Petran is leaner and of a slighter build. Despite his slender appearance, he is in no way lanky nor does he appear gaunt. Petran carries himself with grace as well as confidence. On most formal occasions, Petran can be seen draped in the traditional crimson garb of his House. However, Petran prefers donning clothes of lesser opulence, clothing that would betray his noble birth.

Brief History
Petran was born on clear summer’s eve in the year 276 AC. Being the youngest son of House Lannister, the young Petran would soon find himself seemingly trapped between mundane routine and court politics. Petran was not his father’s heir apparent, that responsibility defaulted to his brother and eldest sibling. Regardless, Petran was still a Lannister; a son of the venerable Warden of The West. It was his duty to be at his father’s side and required him to appear as righteous as their noble blood. The Lannister children were to be an example of sheer excellence for all the Great Houses to see. Unsurprisingly, Petran’s so-called duty was never his passion. Petran thoroughly detested court life and made his escapes wherever and whenever the opportunity presented itself. He soon became rather fond of fishing. This calming, albeit simple, pastime gave Petran an escape from the winding corridors of court theatrics. Disguising himself as a commoner and drifting out into the bay below Lannisport. Although Petran’s hobby was seemingly harmless, trouble often finds a way.

One evening, as Petran hauled his boat back ashore, he was approached by several drunken ruffians. It was obvious that they intended to rob him. Petran warned the thugs of whom exactly they were threatening. The thugs simply laughed in the boy's face, concluding that a Lannister would never roam about so late in the night without his guard, let alone be dressed in the manner of a peasant. Petran made a futile attempt to flee before he was beaten half to death by his assailants. Once they were satisfied or grew restless with boredom, the thugs stripped Petran of any valuables and left the boy for dead on the beach. Petran would've succumbed to his wounds, were it not for a mysterious hooded woman. She had apparently stumbled upon the wounded Petran and nursed him back to health by a warm hearth. After seven moons had passed, Petran regained his strength and walked himself back to the gates of Casterly Rock. There waiting was a worried mother and a disappointed father. By morning the Lord of Casterly Rock rode out with a large contingent of his household guard. They arrived at the small village where Petran made landfall. As penance for assaulting a child of the Lannisters, Petran’s father decreed that if those responsible were not procured he would kill every man until there were none left. The frantic villagers wasted no time in producing suspects. Petran’s father then took the men away in chains before putting the entire village to the sword and torched it to the ground. The thugs who had committed the crime were then hung from the parapets of Casterly Rock, and their corpses were food for carrion until their putrified bodies rotted off their nooses.

Petran was only six years old when Harald called his banners to arms against the Mad King. The war and its politics made as little sense to him then as it does now, nor does it draw any real interest. But with the sudden death of King Harald, it seemed Petran’s desire to keep far from court intrigue never ceases to fail. The Lannisters, along with the other great houses, were thereby summoned to King’s Landing to attend the funeral processions of the late King Harald. However, with Petran’s father lying indisposed and his siblings needed elsewhere, the duty fell to Petran. This was to be a moment to prove his worth. But Petran’s father made it a point to remind Petran that he was a Lannister, and he was to conduct himself as such. After a day had passed for preparations, a reluctant Petran was soon bound for King’s Landing, riding east along the Gold Road with his household guard.

Issue - House Lannister

Secret - [REDACTED]

 

[Silvertongue]

• Ellaria Nymeros Martell
• Visenya Targaryen

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  Nymeria

  House

  House Martell.

  Title(s)

  Princess of Dorne.

  Age

  26.

  mentions

  mentions over here.

  Ellaria Nymeros Martell.

  
  Nickname(s)| Aria and Nym (familial)
  
  Appearance| As a young girl, Ellaria was a small skinny thing, flat chested and narrow hips the septas would lament over. She'd been a small and frail thing, born screaming and half a moon early, upside down and not expected to survive the night. As she'd gotten older she became quite endearing, her big eyes often turned against those tasked with keeping her and her siblings out of trouble and her small frame making her seem younger than her years. Now a woman in her mid-twenties she's beautiful, with large dark eyes and long, thick dark brown hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back. Whilst still slight she's grown to a more respectable height and her posture helps her appear taller than her 5"6. She is rarely seen unprepared - she knows how to use her appearance against other's and stands tall and proud in front of the other Lords and Ladies. When attending to matters of politics she hides behind flowing silks, jewels and other ostentatious displays of wealth, finding it much easier when the attention is drawn somewhere other than her face - where her calculating and oftentimes cold face tries to work out how to best use the other person to her benefit.
  
  Brief History| The words of House Martell were Unbowed, Unbent and Unbroken - in the days when war came and with it the Conqueror they hadn't bowed to the Dragon King and retained their royal style. They hadn't bent under the scrutiny of the other Kingdoms, sneering at their different ways and customs. And Ellaria did not break when the Scab King murdered her family at the tender age of one-and-ten. In a fit of madness the King had burnt several prominent members of the different Houses; including the then Prince of Dorne, Ellaria's eldest Sister, her Uncle and several Knights she'd come to see as family - Ellaria had not cried as she was told how the smoke had suffocated their lungs and the fire had melted their flesh but her shoulders had trembled and bile had crept up her throat and she'd never felt so angry in her life but she was Dornish, she had the blood of Nymeria in her, she was a Martell - she would not break. Instead she had asked what they were going to do about it.
  
  They were told that Harald had called the banners, declaring War and the Seven Kingdoms were thrust into battle. She'd wished she was older, bigger, stronger - so she could ride into battle herself and get vengeance for what she'd lost. Her brothers had been loyal to their Father's legacy; the idea of glory and honour and family. Family was everything to them, they were Martells after all and they had been slighted - their beloved sister murdered and so her baseborn and trueborn brothers both raised the banners and went to war for justice and vengeance and Ellaria never saw them again.
  
  She became the eldest heir to the crown of Dorne, she had two younger baseborn siblings but she was the eldest one left - it wasn't a role she'd ever been prepared for but she tried her best. Her Mother served as her closest confidant, the Maestor tutored her and an endless supply of advisors tried to tell her what to do and how to think. Moons went by and turned to years. Years of covert looks, whispers, people snatching for power and silent appraisal went by until there grew to be something almost like respect in the eyes of the Lords and Ladies, there were still those who'd challenge her but those grew further and farther between. Her siblings helped, fashioning themselves into warriors and wildcats to defend her when questioned. She's fought for stability to return to her Realm, learning how to use words as weapons and fashion herself into something colder with sharp edges, learned to be unflinching in the face of scorn as whilst Dorne welcomes a Princess she's still judged as a woman and wonders if her brothers would have had to fought for the same acceptance. Nym wants to be a good ruler, wants to protect her Kingdom from being burnt once more and she'd thought backing King Harald as her brother's once had would provide that, she'd supported him when needed although she still served Dorne's interests and under her leadership they've become a more insular nation than they were before the Scab King's madness, Vipers must be careful to move in such circles as they can still be killed even after their venomous bite and so they've remained in the desert. She remains unmarried and expects the title to pass to her siblings once she's gone - unwilling to give another House power in Dorne through marriage and unwilling to deal with the quests for power if she looks in Dorne for a husband.
  
  But now the King is dead and there's a mere boy on the throne and she'll have to weigh up whether or not honouring the vows of her brother's blood and her House's honour is more important than their survival. After all why should the sun bow to a mere fish. Why should a throne deny them what they're owed?
  
  Issue| Martell
  
  Secret - tba/to be DMed to Jabroni
  
  coded by natasha.
  
  
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  House

  House Targaryen.

  Title(s)

  Ward of Dragonstone.

  Age

  17.

  Visenya Targaryen.

  
  Nickname(s) | Little Dragon, Violet, Vi
  
  Appearance | Visenya is a slight girl; she has the sharp features and silver hair of her ancestors with pale violet eyes. She carries herself like a highborn would although her improper dress often undercuts it, either wearing breeches she's stolen from the castle or dresses she's stitched herself. She's got a classical beauty to her features that she'll likely grow into - her Mother was a great beauty after all. But she wears her youth plainly on her face, being raised as a ward with no expectations of marriage or need to appear older than she is she very much looks like the teenager she is. With wide eyes more befitting of a doe than a dragon. Even if those who encounter her have been known to say there's a fire to them.
  
  Brief History | Visenya was born to the Dragon Prince and his Wife a mere year before the War. King Aerys was already deep in the throws of his madness by then, although he had yet to do anything to incur a war, sometimes she'd imagine what life would have been like had he stayed sane or had her Father slain the monster himself. Her Father was the heir to the throne, her Mother a great beauty and his sister - She was meant to be a Dragon, one of her parents many heirs, a Queen to one of her brothers if the tradition had continued. Instead her Grandfather burnt people alive and the Kingdoms broke into war. She was shipped off to some loyalists, barely more than a babe in arms, whilst her Father was slain on the battlefield. By the Starks. The Targaryen's lost and King Harald took the Iron Throne and with it her birth right, he declared the Targaryen heirs to be sent to their ancestral seat under the care of Lord of Dragonstone until they withered away and died, not allowed titles or marriage of children. She grew up on the cold island, feeling like the dragons left in the pits to shrink and die - out of mind and out of sight until they were barely a shadow of what they'd once been. Slowly withering and wasting away until they were nothing more than legend, a tale to whisper to children as they lay in bed. She knew that was the fate awaiting her - the seven Kingdoms waiting with baited breath until the spawn of the Mad King and his children were gone from the world.
  
  Issue | Targaryen
  
  Secret - tba/to be DMed to Jabroni
  
  coded by natasha.