Illysia Blackfyre

The Bastard Dragon

Female

18

Omnisexual

King Daerys Targaryen

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen

Myriah Targaryen, 16 - black of hair and purple of eye, this one is Illysia's "dear little sister" whom she rather enjoys conversing with. Whether or not Myriah actually likes her isn't something she concerns herself with.

Three other younger half siblings currently living, Aenar, Valerion and Shaena. She has not interacted enough with the younger siblings to form a proper opinion.

The Faceless God

Lying and Lie Detection; Having lived half her life in Dorne and the other half in a King's Landing pleasure house, she has grown acutely aware of the way people lie and how to lie to them. She, after a few tries, can identify what gives away a person when they're lying to her for the first time and afterward finds it very easy to deduce that they are not telling the whole truth; and thus she is naturally good at finding it.

Working the Sheets; Sex is nothing to by shy of in Dorne and often women are not condoned for participating, in which case after being taken in by a Dornish Prince, she experienced all she could of life before moving back to King's Landing and worked in a pleasure house formerly owned by Petyr Baelish. There she honed her skills and learned their secrets.

Cooking; She learned to manage a kitchen when she was young, cooking with the servant while her mother was away as the Dornish man who raised her had taught her to be humble even with her pure birth - she was still a bastard after all. Her skills improved with use, and he gave her an ointment that kept her hands from growing cracked and rough.

True Emotion: Love, trust, honesty, mostly foreign concepts to her after spending six years in the Westerosi pleasure house. Apart from her adoptive family, their son and her daughter, she has not experienced much in the ways of true move. She does understand how to make love, and how to fake the sweet smile of a lover, but such a thing isn't something she would recognize if eventually felt.

Temperament: At times, Illysia is known for her explosive anger, often coming in very short fits of rage that usually end with someone dead. Fortunately these incidents are few and far between. On the other hand, Illysia does actively exact her own brand of vengeance on those who had spited her in the past, they just don't know it was her.

Her main weapon, naturally, is her silver tongue and sexual prowess, though when combat does ensue she is not defenseless. Her mentor in Dorne made sure that she was taught how to fight, both with daggers and spear. He even sent a tutor with her back to Westeros. Her main weapon now is a Glaive, with with a dragonbone staff and Valyrian Steel.

Sexy. Flirtacious. Confident. Dauntless.
The obvious traits of the Bastard Dragon, the surface that ripples and changes, ever reflecting the onlooker. Illysia is a rather complicated young woman, ranging from sweet and warm to cold as the winters North. She shows little of what she's ever really thinking, keeping the darkness beneath the surface hidden like a good predator. What little others know is how precious information has become, and thus she knows her advantage, using it to her own gains.

When the Former King still lived, very much alive, healthy and a strong ruler, the young Prince Daerys and the Princess Rhaenys left behind their home in King's Landing to travel the continent. They brought no routine with them, nor much supplies. It was them, their closest guards, and their horses. With their sister, parents and remaining relatives still at home, the two traveled as diplomats, speaking with each leader of the Great Houses. It was several years on the journey, in which the two grew closer than they ever had before. Due to their ages and differences in sexes, they never spoke much before their assignment, therefore not growing older as siblings, but friends. The end of their journey landed them in Dorne, reaffirming relations with the Princes there and experiencing the foreign culture for themselves for the first time. Rhaenys was only 14 at the time, having first bled two years ago while bathing with her elder sister. Daerys on the other hand was beyond his maturity, reaching 24 years when they spent their time in Dorne. It was a carefree time there, bonding with the Martel. They spoke with the children, met with the men and spent much of their time experiences the pleasure of not being afraid of who they were. They drank, feasted and fucked as much as they want. The surprising thing? They slept with each other more than anyone else, and they were rarely drunk when they did.

Nine months later a letter arrived at the RedKeep, addressed to their shared father. "Father, it has been a long time since we have seen you, but not so long since we last wrote about our adventures and meetings throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenys has become pregnant, with my own child in the home of the Martel. We would travel home right away, though she is ill from child, and refuses to leave. We will send word again soon. Be safe. Please, do not worry too much. Love Always, Rhaenys and Daerys." The letter was sealed by their own royal seals, written in secret by the two Targaryen. Why they did not return immediately? They thought perhaps to marry in Dorne, and feared for the childs safety if brought home. Their father planned to wed Daerys to one of the Martel daughters, to seal their alligence to the throne once more. If left here what would happen to the girl? Her birthright is the Throne, with it being the only child of Targaryen blood to any of the three living in their generation. The Targaryen House was sorely lacking in variety to continue their tradition. Daerys and Rjaenys spent their time with their daughter, happy as they could be while still missing their family back in King's Landing. It wasn't until their fathers death that Daerys went back, reluctantly leaving Rhaenys and Illysia behind.

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Seven years passed without much excitement. Rhaenys failed to attend her brothers wedding to Nymeria Martel, living in Godsgrace with her lover, producing a single child that died of heatstroke in the middle of a drought. When her daughter was six, Rhaenys received news of a nearly successful attempt on her dear brothers life. She left her daughter in the very capable mans hands and rushed to King's Landing as quickly as she could.

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From the time she was four years old, Illysia was riding a pony without much trouble, commanding the animal. She always knew of her heritage, receiving gifts from her far away mother every year for her birthday. One time a pair of dragon eggs was sent to her, another it was books of history and stories in Westeros. Often she got letters, exchanging them with her mother in King's Landing. When she was young she often had nightmares about never seeing her parents again, or them hating her because she was born a bastard.

Again, years of silence and uneventful boredom where she trained on the sword and in the bed. From the time she could walk she was learning how to fight, mostly with spears though she learned from a man from Essos how to fight with two swords in hand. It wasn't until she began to bleed that she would learn about pleasure. The man who raised her, named Exol - last name unknown - was the owner of a finer brothel in Godsgrace. His adoptive daughter was born in Dorne, but had yet to experience the true pleasures of their way of life. She had seen and heard, yet never showed any interest in anything but training, reading and her dragon eggs. He thought, perhaps, that she was just shy. On their arrival there, there was little to be said about her reaction. Her lavender eyes were blank, her expression dormant. No pink rose to her cheeks.

It was not until she was in bed that she showed some semblance of knowing what was going on. The hands caressed her softly, her skin tingling in ways that it never had before. A hot red rose to her cheeks as the young woman played with her body. Illysia learned many things that sleepless night, a bed full of pleasure and things that a womans body was able to do. She was only eleven at the time, before she had fully grown into the woman she is now. After this, she was forever changed, and a woman who loved women, and her sword. A year later, when she had come to visit the brothel, a man who had finished with the girl he had paid for, spotted her heading unattended up the stairs, barefoot and dressed in nothing but a light silk dress, barely hiding much of her body. It was a simple outfit, something she had been given a few weeks before by her favourite girl at the brothel, though tonight that dress would be her undoing. It was nearly dawn, when the brothel was nearly empty of patrons and the girls were sleeping in their rooms, exhausted from the nights excitement. He pulled her into an empty room, already unbuckling his pants. "How sweet, they have a little one for sale." Before the young child could cry out there was a massive hand covering the lower half of his face. Tears swelled in her eyes. It wasn't until later that afternoon when anyone found her, bloody and bruised in that very same bed. She had cried herself to sleep, a pile of gold coins layed out on the mattress beside her.

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Another long period of uneventful life, her dragons eggs left in the fire every night though they never hatched regardless of how much the girl wanted them too. She sparred, fucked and drank, living life just as much as any Dornishman. There was little chance of her ever having a reason to go to her mothers homeland, since the older she got the less she missed her birth mother. Of course, she always wondered what it would be like to see the other side of the mountain pass. It was a full moon, quiet even for a Dornish city, and the young woman spent her time walking the quiet roads. She was often sure footed, a gifted young lady in both womanly arts and her own style of fighting. Stepping around a pit in the stone, making note to mention it to Exol, her toes caught on a lip, twisting her ankle as she lost her balance. She cursed her childish overstep, making her best attempt to catch herself once again. That was when she felt strong hands grab onto her, an arm around her waist, gently pulling her back upright. Strong, but not bulky, she was turned in the mans arms to find the most handsome man she had ever seen. Be it because she had been ignoring men for the past four years, or because he really was very handsome, she would never be able to tell you. "Are you alright?. And for the first time in her life, Illysia stuttered.

It was common for the young woman to disappear for a few days at a time, no doubt enjoying her time with some beautiful woman somewhere or just off adventuring in the wilds around Godsgrace. The last thing Exol would have expected was for her to be at a mans home, not only making love with him, but speaking and bonding with him. If anything, he was the most entertaining male she had ever met. She would not know it then, but she would be carrying this mans child in her belly. Unfortunately, there would not be such a chance for him to know.

Three days time passed when she found herself walking home, barefoot, with a young viper curled around her calf. The young man was beside her, his hand on the small of her back as he kept her balance in check. Too much wine and sex was known to leave woman walking rather strangely in Dorne. That day would be the happiest - and the saddest - day of her life. They rounded the corner to see the home in flames, burning deep and hot. It had taken over, too far to see it end well. "Father!!" Illysia screamed for the man, tearing away from her lover, headed straight for the building. He was certain she would burn if he let her go but she pulled with such a fury that there was nothing he could do to stop her. She had thrown him to the ground and vanished into the flames before he could get up. Inside, the young woman searched every room for Exol, finding him face down in her bedroom. He was shirtless, words carved into his back. "Come to King's Landing Illysia. Or you die too." She cried, her tears heating on her face and leaving dry stains behind. If she was burning she did not feel it. When her fathers body caught fire she let him go, hearing the squeak of a living animal behind her. She turned to find two dragon hatchlings crawling over to her, barely able to move. She was not burning, not even close to dying in that fire.

The sight that those watching had seen that night was the only thing that made it to Essos and Westeros about her. Naked, save for the twin dragons latched to her skin, and a dragonbone and Valyrian steel Glaive, she walked out of that fire unscathed.

To Westeros.