[center][b]Name:[/b] Elyn Tarly
[b]Affiliation:[/b] House Tarly of Horn Hill, currently residing at Highgarden
[b]Age:[/b] 18
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[b]Personality:[/b]
[indent]Boisterously unladylike, Elyn has never fit in well with her peers, with the highborn ladies she has spent much of her life around. She never attempted to be like them and was well regarded as a nightmare to her mother and the septas charged with her education. More apt to anger than sadness, more likely to bellow her disapproval than sob, she is more likely to take a swing than make use of cutting words. Her mother despaired that she should have been born a man, and a common man at that, to which Elyn never disagreed. Her laughter is loud and unbridled, without care to her company. She will interrupt a conversation without a thought to who is speaking. Rough and uncouth, she has lived her life largely without friends, at least not of the sort her parents would approve of.[/indent]
[b]History:[/b]
[indent]Born to Alester Tarly, the master-of-arms in Horn Hill and brother to Lord Alan, and his second wife, Cyrenna Swann, in 191. Elyn was a fat, happy baby who grew into a persistently plump young woman. Alester was nearly an old man when he married Cyrenna, a cousin of the ruling Swanns, in 189. Elyn would be their only child, her mother unable to conceive again. Alester's previous wife had been just as barren, a sore spot for Ser Alester, more so only because she had lived such a long life. 

Elyn saw the loveless nature of her parent's union from an early age. They fought often, when they thought she wasn't around hear or that they did so softly enough for her not to notice. But take notice she did, and some of her earliest words were picked up in the things they said to each other. She took refuge amongst the servants of Horn Hill, with the rough and tumble sort of play that made her mother cringe and the septas slap her hands and rear. Nothing could dissuade her though, no matter who tried or what methods attempted could calm her into a genteel, noble sort of girl. She would not pray, refused to learn to sing sweetly, Elyn would instead run from the keep to go down to the local village. As she got older she would sneak away to the stables and entertain the lowborn men with raucous stories and lewd songs. Some whisper, of course, that she entertained them in numerous other ways as well. 

There was, quite simply, no hope for the girl. She was quite marriageable, men who met her wouldn't dream of a wife like her, and even those who didn't had heard the rumors of her unsavory behavior. She was a disappointment and shameful to the proud House Tarly and the Lord of Horn Hill gave an ultimatum when she turned 16. She would be wed in two years or she would be sent away, so thoroughly had she found ways to disturb his household and court. Her parents despaired, their fights turned uglier, until Ser Alester died just over a year past. With his death came rumors, whispers that had been kept at bay while the man still lived. 

Elyn was not his daughter. 

He had been sterile his whole life. 

Neither wife pregnant, save for Elyn's birth, no whore or lover ever pregnant by his seed, and he was a known philanderer. 

The Lady Cyrenna must have been an adulteress, it was no surprise Elyn was such a vile woman. 

As the terms of the ultimatum came to a close, Elyn no closer to marriage than when it had been issued, her mother confessed while in the throes of a bad fever. Racked by guilt and feeling sorrowful over the loss of her daughter, no matter how very different they had been, she told Elyn the truth. Or at least, what Elyn considers to be the truth. The maester tried to tell her otherwise, that the fever had made it so nothing she said could be trusted, but even if that were the case, she chooses to believe it. Lord Vyman Tyrell had bedded her mother, a brief affair that only lasted long enough to put her with child. 

Rather than have her future decided for her, she left nearly immediately, for Highgarden. If her mother spoke the truth she was no Tarly anyways, just a Flowers, but a bastard who could claim the Lord of the Reach as a half-brother. She had never been to his court, the bizarre atmosphere and scandals that erupted from it had made it so her father never stepped foot near Highgarden, and barred his family from doing so as well. Her decision did not sit well with her mother or Lord Tarly, but there seemed little to be done if Lord Leos did not wish to turn her out. [/indent]