Lysono Saan is a svelte and lithe man of shorter than average stature. Like many other Lyseni the blood of Old Valyria flows in his veins. This tells true by his long silvered hair that is twisted into a mass of braids and the gracile features that adorn his face. But Lysono's eyes are not those of some Valyrian dragonlord, instead they are an unusual blue green hue, the colour he likes to say of the seas he has made his fortune on. Most often he is clean shaven, and when taken into consideration with his fine facial structure, long hair, and full lips, there is more than just a hint of androgyny about the pirate lord.

Lysono dresses richly. Turquoise silks from beyond the Jade Gates of Qarth, bone white Myrish lace, purple dyed satin made from Tyroshi sea snails, and cloth of gold and silver from Lannisport and the mines of the West. From each ear hangs long teardrops of black amethyst set in bright silver, its purple so dark it almost looks like jet. His thin wrists jingle with bangles of precious metals or carved from ivory and amber. His slender fingers seem almost overwhelmed by the abundance of gaudy rings set upon them. But if called to action, those fingers can still easily reach down to Lysono's sword belt and grasp the two weapons that hang from it. From the left hip hangs a silver hilted narrow arming sword, while from the right, hangs a valyrian steel dagger with a black dragon bone handle.


Lysono Saan was born on the isle of Wreckstone in the year 86AC, the first born son of Sharako Saan, a pirate lord of the isle of Wreckstone and head of a cadet branch of the ancient and noble Lysene House of Saan. His father was the cousin of the senior branch of the family, which was at that time firmly based in Lys and in mostly legitimate trade. Though they both descended from the infamous Sargosso Saan who had been a Pirate King in the days of Aegon I, only Sharako's side of the family decided to take up his mantle.

Lysono's childhood was spent between the rugged and dangerous pirate dens of his father's world, and the genteel pleasure palaces of his cousins and kinsmen. This simultaneous induction into dual worlds of ruthless violence and idle hedonism marked the young man strongly, and is something which stayed with Lysono throughout the rest of his life. Though relations between both sides of the family were generally good, the same could not be said for the relations between most traders in the Triachy and pirates in the Stepstones. As the situation began to boil over into a crisis in the year of 96AC, word was dispatched from Lys warning the Saan's of Wreckstone to flee their island fastness lest they be swept away along with the other pirate lords and petty kings that profiteered off the flow of trade between the Narrow and Summer seas.

Sharako was a prudent man and elected to sail his family to Lys until the threat of war receded, while he himself would seek out somewhere else to continue his piratical activities. But in leaving the rich trading routes from which his family derived their income, he opened himself up to a danger from within. After a lean few years rumours began to spread amongst his crews that Sharako didn't have gold enough to pay them without the plunder from the Stepstones, or that he had secreted away an a larger than fair share of the recent hauls in order to support his family in exile. Talk turned to mutiny. Before long words turned to actions.

Sharako was murdered by his crew in his sleep while sailing the summer seas. Anarchy descended upon his small fleet as rival captains turned upon each other. When the news of the calamity finally reached Lysono on Lys, he found all that he had once expected to inherit, a lordship, a fleet, an army, was all taken from him, along of course with his own father.

The news hit the young Lysono hard, and for a year he turned to running up debts in the pillow houses and wine sinks of Lys in order to escape the reality of his much reduced situation. It was during this time that the rumours first began to spread about the unusual.. preferences that the young exiled lord possessed. Soon his credit began to turn bad, and even these distractions were lost to him. Indeed, all seemed lost. Until one day, a familiar ship limped back into the harbour below the city. Only one ship, one ship among half a score, had remained loyal to the elder Saan and had sought out his son and heir. It was only one ship, but it was enough. Enough to start again, restore his fortunes, and maybe one day take back what was his by right of birth.

And Lysono did just that. Over the next six years he raided and traded in every port from Ibben to Asshai, he stole from men, sold his wares to others, and as his fleet of corsairs grew, he began to sell his sails in petty wars all over Essos. But none of it was enough, the grip the Triachy held on the Stepstones was too strong for one mere pirate lord to break. But one day word reach his ears of another who might share his goal and was far more than just a pirate lord, he was Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the Iron Throne, and dragonlord.

Lysono sailed all the ships he had gathered to Driftmark, and bent his knee to the Rouge Prince on the condition that he and his heirs be named Lord of Wreckstone in this new kingdom Daemon seeks to carve out from amongst the Narrow Sea. Other than the Sea snake himself, Lysono brought the largest contingent of ships to Daemon's cause and he quickly found himself a part of the prince's war councils. Three years later, in 109AC, when the prince is crowned King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea, Lysono Saan is confirmed as Lord of the Isle of Wreckstone.

Vysenna Saan shares many similarities appearance wise with older brother Lysono. They are both small, slim individuals bearing the blood of Old Valyria which manifests itself in their pale and silvery hair. Like her brother her eyes are not the deep purple of a Valyrian, but rather a sea green colour. Though fully grown into her womanhood for a number of years, Vysenna's waif-like proportions sometimes causes others to mistake her for being younger than she actually is.

Her dress differs drastically from her brother's in terms of the her preference for simple elegance over gaudy extravagance. Her dresses very well tailored but often are cut from plain silk or satin with little additional embroidery to embellish them. She prefers blues and greens, colours that bring out her unusual eyes. Though she has many jewels, Vysenna is unlikely to be wearing many of them at any given moment, often choosing a single necklace or broach depending upon the outfit. Though no doubt her dress sense would be considered foreign and revealing by Westerosi standards, in Lys it would be considered demure.



Vysenna Saan was born on the isle of Wreckstone in the year 93AC, the third and final child of pirate lord Sharako Saan, and his second daughter. Vysenna spent most of her childhood in Lys, with the Wreckstone branch of the Saan family originally leaving the island when Vysenna was only three years old prior the assault of the Triarchy in 96AC. The death of her father a few years later in a mutiny on the summer sea and the subsequent disappearance of her older brother to life a piracy left Vysenna alone in with only her Mother and her older sister Elaena.

Though they were nowhere near as wealthy as they had once been, the Wreckstone branch of the family still possessed some property in Lys. This along with what profits Lysono erratically sent back to them allowed Saan family enabled them to live a comfortable enough life independent of their cousins. But when Vysenna's mother was struck down by a sudden illness when Lysono was at sea this changed. Magister Samarro Saan acted as guardian to the two sisters, and married Elaena off to his own son Salloreon. Supposedly to maintain close relations between the two branches, but others said it was so Samarro's family could claim her portion of the inheritance for themselves.

When Lysono finally returned to Lys and heard these tidings he was furious and immediately took custody of his other still unmarried sister, Vysenna, fostering her with friends in ports and cities outside of Three Daughters. She has spent time in the free cities of Pentos and Braavos, on the isle of Driftmark with the Velaryons, and at King Daemon's Court on Bloodstone. She has returned to Lys since her brother claimed her, but only ever in his company.

Name:
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Age:
14
House/Affilitation:
House Targaryen



Biography:
Born in 97AC, Rhaenyra Targaryen is the only living child of King Viserys I Targaryen and her late mother Queen Aemma Arryn. If the gods had been kinder then Rhaenyra may have had two younger brothers, however the mother above saw it fit to take them for herself while they were still in the cradle.

Rhaenyra was 6 years old when her father became King of Westeros and from his coronation she was seen with her father practically wherever he went. If it was feasts, balls or tourneys then the young princess would always be found close to her father's side, eventually the King even named his daughter the royal cup bearer and through her appearances with her father the young Rhaenyra was dubbed as 'The Realms Delight.'

However Rhaenyra was not just a shy or quiet young girl who could not survive beyond her father's presence. She was the blood of the dragon, her temperament reflected that through her pride and stubbornness. At the age of 7 she had convinced herself that she would ride a dragon. And so she did. Young Rhaenyra chose a young dragon to take flight into the skies above, a dragon that she would name 'Syrax'. After a goddess of Old Valyria. Syrax may have been young, however she was a large and formidable beast who prior to Rhaenyra had no previous rider. She is known for her yellow scales and fierce appetite.

Rhaenyra was both charming and daring, as well as sulky and wrathful. Perhaps this is why she had found herself being captivated by her uncle, Daemon Targaryen. Her uncle would often bring her exotic gifts from across the Narrow Sea and was known to often keep her company. Another man who had caught her eye from an early age was Ser Criston Cole, who had defeated her uncle Daemon at both the melee and the jousts in the tourney celebrating her fathers ascension to the crown. When Ser Criston joined the kingsguard the young Rhaenyra had become even more smitten with him, calling him her 'White Knight' and requesting that Ser Criston should be her own personal guard, which her father allowed. Since then Ser Criston has always accompanied Rhaenyra to public events as her personal protector and always carries her favour whenever he enters the lists of a tourney.

Following the death of her mother, Queen Aemma Arryn, King Viserys named his daughter Rhaenyra his heir and Princess of Dragonstone. He had all the lords of the seven kingdoms swear fealty to her and promise to honour and defend her rights as his successor.

However only a year after he mothers death, King Viserys remarried. Initially Rhaenyra got along fine with her new stepmother, the Queen Alicent Hightower, however things soon changed once Alicent had given birth to two sons, Aegon and Aemond Targaryen. King Viserys did not proclaim either of these sons his heir however, that still belonged to Rhaenyra. For now...

That did not do much to stop some of the Lords of the realm to continue questioning King Viserys on the matters of succession, the Hand of the King, Ser Otto Hightower being one of the main members of court who pressed the issue. Even after Ser Otto was dismissed as hand it had already become clear that two factions had formed within the court. One supporting Rhaenyra and the other supporting Queen Alicent and her sons.

Due to the ruling of the Great Council at Harrenhal in 101AC, many lords of the realm believed that the males of the Targaryen family should take precedent over the females. Meaning that a female heir should be passed over for a male heir as the paternal line was argued to be more favourable than the maternal in the eyes of the realm. This along with the faction supporting Queen Alicent means that Rhaenyras position as heir is greatly threatened. Rhaenyra however is far to proud and far to spirited to simply set by and let the Queen and her men have their way. She means to remain as heir to the Iron Throne and will do anything that is in her power to make sure that comes to pass. She will not allow herself to be passed-over as her aunt Rhaenys had.

Lord Abelar Hightower, Lord of the Hightower and master over Oldtown.

Age: fifty and one years of age (born 60 AC).

Appearance:


Echoes of Abelar's comliness and atlethism remain in his appearance, but he has grown stooped and bent, and grey before his years. The marks of his accident show in his limp and crooked back. His hair is thinning, and his face has become lined from worry and pain. His blue eyes, once lively and sparkling with mirth, have grown sad and tired.

Biography and personality:
Lord Abelar has been a vigorous man who has led a full life, having travelled extensively. As a young knight he went from tournament to tournament, making a decent enough name for himself in the lists. As time progressed, he even undertook a voyage to the Free Cities, going as far as Volantis. Once he visited the Summer Isles. When invested as Lord of the Hightower and protector of Oldtown, Abelar became more sedentary in order to focus on his responsibilities as head of his House. He took a wife, sired children and governed ably by mediating between the various factions within the city. Faith, guilds, the Citadel, smallfolk, all were treated justly. With so many conflicting interests brewing in the city, it did Abelar’s skills as an administrator credit. For his even-handed policy and fair governance as well as the memory of his tourney days, Lord Abelar’s moniker is ‘the Able’.

More recently, though, both Abelar’s health and disposition have deteriorated. His once sharp sarcastic sort of humour has turned to melancholy, his bearing tired and morose. Whilst only just passed his prime, the Lord of Oldtown has started to wither and decay. The maesters claim it first happened at Ormund’s fourteenth nameday. A magnificent destrier had been bought and was to be presented, a proud father’s gift to his son and heir. Abelar himself came riding in on the beast to hand over the reins with flair. However, the steed had only barely been broken in, and threw Lord Abelar onto the cobbled courtyard. After weeks of bedrest and mending of his back, Abelar rose from his bed even though the maesters had proclaimed he would never walk again. Though he had taken a heavy hit and broken his back, he still had his proverbial backbone.

A few years on and he affected a limp. Now, his sword-arm trembles and twitches whenever it is idle. Writing is becoming difficult, and sometimes the lord is caught staring out of a window as if lost in deep thought… were it not for the blank stare and occasional spittle at the corner of a mouth previously occupied with smile and laughter. Abelar can be shaken from these ‘moods’, though with increased difficulty. He resents his own weakness and hates for others to see him thus.

Abelar the Able is no longer good-natured, but tries to bear his affliction with grace. Not once has he complained about the nagging pain in his back or joints, or the burden of his mind withering away. He is wasting away and painfully aware of it, but has to maintain a brave face and imperious mien lest the authority of Hightower be tainted. He is fortunate, so he says, to have his Brother Bryndon take up the martial responsibilities, while Otto - now he has returned and reconciled - is more focussed on the administrative aspects. Ormund has taken over more and more of his father’s duties and responsibilities, but Abelar remains hesitant to burden his son with them. He wishes for ‘his boy’ to experience the width and breadth of the world like he once did, seemingly forgetting that at Ormund’s age he had already been wed and settled. Another thing to be attributed to his condition perhaps?

Ser Ormund Hightower, heir to the Hightower.

Age: seven-and-twenty

Appearance:


Green-eyed, dark-haired, square-jawed, athletically built and handsomely featured, Ormund is very much the gallant knight starring in a maiden’s dream. He sports a well-groomed beard and whiskers which accentuate his fiendishly wicked smile. Ser Ormund cuts a dashing figure and he knows it, his vanity encouraged him to augment his appearance. However, of late ladies’ knees have not been weakened by Ormund’s grin as often as before. Nor have the tailors and tradesmen made their usual profit of his pursuit of fine garb and garment.

Biography and personality:
Born into wealth and privilege, there developed quite some conceit in Ormund’s character. Things came easy to him, whether it be riding a horse, practice at the quintain, composing sonnets or studying tomes. As such, his childhood and early adolescence hardly prepared him for the adversity which followed later in life.

After his father’s accident, Ormund sensed a nagging feeling of guilt haunt him. It took a while for the heir to specify what exactly was troubling his mood, and by then he was on the cusp of manhood. Like many a young lad, he sought to alleviate his sorrows and worries in the pursuit of wine and women. Given his station and talents, conquests came easy. Empty satisfaction and fleeting gratification started to lose their appeal. But what else was there?

Abelar suggested Ormund visit Essos as he once did. A tour of the Free Cities would broaden his son’s horizon, and be a good chance for him to work on behalf of his House. Prior to setting off East, Ormund travelled the Reach. Having followed the Rose Road, he called on his kin in King’s Landing. Though King’s Landing could hardly compare to the charm and history of Oldtown, Ormund stayed a while, exploring the Royal Court whilst Uncle Otto was Hand. The Targaryens had always fascinated him greatly, and he was impressed and scared equally by their dragons. Thence he set sail for Pentos, starting his voyage.

Reports trickling home spoke of Ormund travelling from Braavos to Pentos and the Three Daughters (Tyrosh, Myr and Lys). For a while he lingered in Daemon Targaryen’s fledgling Kingdom of the Stepstones, lending his sword and those of his retinue to the prince’s cause – and this in spite of Uncle Otto’s animosity of Daemon.

However, when he was expected to set sail for home, Ormund ventured further East, calling at Volantis and even went on to spend a season in the Ghiscari cities of Slaver’s Bay. A year on and the heir to House Hightower sojourned in Qarth. He was tempted to venture even farther, and visit the jade-and-silk courts of Yi Ti and Leng. An Oldtown based merchant found Ormund before he sailed out, with news of Lord Abelar’s plight. It was said that he had not left the Hightower itself since Ormund’s stay in Slaver’s Bay, and that whilst Ser Otto governed diligently in his brother’s stead he was close to over-stepping his station. Ormund abandoned his eastern dreams and for the first time in years turned his prow westward.

Upon his return to Oldtown now little over a year ago, the usually debonair heir to the Hightower felt a change coming over him. Sophistication and charm were all well and good, but playing the dandy or fop sapped Ormund’s energy. His journeys had tempered him. Whilst he still maintained a sense of refinement and the urbane, constant observation of Lord Abelar’s decline blunted Ormund’s former affability. Watching his father waste away, and struggling with the sense of guilt over its source, he has adopted a more cavalier attitude. Ormund has found his patience wearing rapidly thin, and that things previously attractive or uninteresting increasingly vex him. It is a rare thing of late, to find Ormund in high spirits after visiting with his ailing sire. Safe to say his feelings and emotions are difficult to contend with.

Due to the carefree nature of his youth, his uncles regarded him still as something of an airhead. Ser Bryndon recently came around having witnessed his nephew’s novel interest in military science and theory, but Ser Otto has evermore been the most stubborn of the threesome. He continues to see his young nephew as the roguish womanizer, the dreamer and wanton, as the man he was before. Ormund is determined to quell the doubts and step up as Abelar’s son and heir.

Age: six-and-forty years of age (born 65 AC),
Appearance:


Biography and personality:
Ser Otto rose to the position of the Hand of the King late in the reign of Jaehaerys I Targaryen, after Baelon’s death in 101 AC, and continued to hold the position under Viserys I Targaryen who became his son-in-law. Until 109 AC that is, when he was dismissed from office after hounding King Viserys about the rights of Alicent’s sons to the throne. With no more place for him at court, Ser Otto returned to Oldtown but left behind a strong faction at court who defend the rights of his grandchildren. He has been frequently at odds with the King’s brother, Prince Daemon. Bookish and learned, Ser Otto might have easily passed for a Maester (as indeed many Hightowers have done over the ages), if not for his personal ambition. He has a haughty, blunt and domineering personality, but is methodical and effective.

Long before Aegon and his sisters, the Starks of Winterfell ruled over the north as Kings of Winter, their bronze and iron crown a testament to the strength of their people, and the unyielding nature of their homeland. Then they ruled with the strength and honor that came to be synonymous with the name Stark. When Aegon landed, The North was far out of mind, but after the subjugation of Stormland as well as the Riverlands, Torrhen Stark called his banners, well aware of the time it would take to raise an army in his cold, harsh country. After the destruction of the Lannister and Gardener forces at the Field of Fire, Aegon turned his eyes toward Torrhen, having received word in advance of his march south. At the base of the Trident, Aegon Targaryen met Torrhen Stark with forty five thousand men and three full grown dragons, and there it was that, the last King in the North became the King Who Knelt.

This new subjugation was poorly received in the North, and Torrhen would spend the rest of his reign struggling to convince his vassals, as well as his sons, that kneeling before the Dragon King had been a wise decision. Despite this unrest, upon his death his eldest son, Rickon, kept the peace, and enforced the Targaryen’s rule as Warden of the North. While the passing of Aegon Targaryen after thirty seven years on the Iron Throne would see many rebellions against the throne, including one by Jonos Arryn who proclaimed himself King of Mountain and Vale after deposing his elder brother, the Starks remained staunch supporters of the Targaryens.

Relations between the Starks and the Targaryens remained positive for many years, but the reign of King Jaehaerys would see relations between the two houses turn sour. Alaric Stark would become Lord of Winterfell after the death of his brother Walton at the hands of a band of Night’s Watch deserters, made up of rebels that King Jaehaerys had exiled after taking the throne from Maegor the Cruel. Alaric notably blamed the king for his brother’s death, and so, in order to improve relations, King Jaehaerys planned a tour of the north with his wife, Queen Alysanne. When Jaehaerys fell ill, Alysanne insisted she go on the tour as planned. Alysanne’s tour brought her to the Wall, where she took great interest in the work done at the edge of the world. Upon her return to King’s Landing, she convinced her husband to grant the Night’s Watch more land, land which came from Alaric Stark’s domain. The Proud Wolf bristled at what he believed to be an unlawful seizure of land, land which would be squandered by the Watch. This slight would see Alaric Stark’s son and heir, Ellard Stark, to side against the King in the Great Council of 101 AC.

Ten years on from the Great Council, and Ellard Stark remains Lord of Winterfell, and despite his rising age, all who have treated with him in the past years insist that he remains hard as iron, and sharp as steel. Ellard’s heir, Cregan, has earned a name for himself over the years through his victories at various tourneys throughout Westeros. Current notable members of the house also include Ellard’s wife, Arrana Umber, their son, Cregan Stark, Ellard’s brother, Bennard and Bennard’s bastard daughter, Sara Snow

The daughter of Lord Donnel of House Arryn and Lady Marcella of House Grafton. Lord Donnel's life was overshadowed by his siter, Lady Aemma, and to some extent the deeds of his brother Emmon. Fond of books and deep conversations about esoteric subjects it was said that if not for being born a Lord of the Eyrie there was little chance the then young Donnel would ever have attracted a wife. Not only did Donnel catch the eye of a future wife, he did so while he was pretending to be a merchant's son in Gulltown. In a book store within the city he met a fair haired woman many claimed to be the beauty of the Vale who had come to speak to the shopkeeper. Her name was Lady Marcella of House Grafton, and as she was known to do, she had stopped in only to ask about the shopkeeper and their family.

The awkward lad in the back of the store that kept stealing glances piqued her interest. Though he would try not to face her and keep his hood down upon head, it's said this behavior only made the Lady Marcella giggle in amusement. "Lord Donnel, was I not present at your last nameday feast?" To which Lord Donnel is reported to have responded, "I do not know, my Lady, I was not at my name day feast."

"No," the tale goes Lady Marcella smiled, "you were hiding up in your father's solar with three books around you." Three times she had walked by the younger Lord Donnel, the third making as much commotion as she could, yet nothing would stir the focus of Lord Donnel from his books. "I wish I could find a man to love me like you love books." To hear him tell it, the moment Lord Donnel turned around to face Lady Marcella, she had such a man. Donnel became obsessed with Lady Marcella, allowing her to take him by the hand and drag him to high born feast and low born fire circles, from castles in the Mountains to huts on the Fingers.

For all the focus on Queen Aemma, the story of Lord Donnel and Lady Marcella's romance had all but been glanced over. Lord Donnel came into Lordship at the death of his father, but by then he had married his love and with Lady Marcella's gift of charm at his side, the couple were able to navigate everything from Aemma's death to the apparent rejection of House Arryn by her daughter, to the disaster that was Daemon Targaryen marrying into House Royce. Lord Donnel always knew what history and wisdom said should be done in nearly any scenario, and Lady Marcella always seemed to know the right people and how to pull the right levers to get it all done.

Their murder in the Riverlands remains as mysterious as it is painful to their eldest daughter. Lady Alyssa has fallen somewhere between her Lord father and her Lady mother. Fond of reading but not bookish, able to be as charming and observant as her mother. That there is talk that Lady Marcella and Lord Emmon were more than close friends, however, Lady Alyssa took her mother at her word. She had tried to continue to rule much as her parents did, through active participation in the charity of the Faith, and by ensuring every House of the Vale is given time at their table and feels welcome within their home.

The ill will towards House Targaryen, and the cold rage many in the Vale feel about the murder of Lady Alyssa's parents, has led to something never seen by her parents: the current drilling of forces. It is a badly kept secret that the armies of the Vale train at home, while the Knights of the Vale have begun mock combat tournaments nearly every month. Though there are prizes awarded, the goal of these tournaments does not seem to be gambling and revelry, but readiness. Even Gulltown has seen a large increase in ships present as the Vale gathers what many claim to be a small navy, with recent investments from the Iron Bank of Braavos in terms of gold and experienced captains to train seaman.

For her part Lady Alyssa refuses to be pushed aside or made quiet. There are times some mockingly wonder if Lord Donnel had a very pretty son instead of a daughter, but if such talk bothers Lady Alyssa she doesn't seem to show it. Behind closed doors it's said Alyssa is ready to change the common practice of the Lords of Mountain and Vale of isolation. Although what exactly that means for the rest of Westeros remains mystery. She has traveled to King's Landing, once, to see to House Arryn's city manse and to offer her fealty to the King. Lady Alyssa left the city overnight instead of making a morning meeting with Princess Rhaenaerya. While Lady Alyssa was nothing but warm and kind to all she encountered during her time in King's Landing, including the King, the message of a very cold shoulder to the Princess was doubtlessly received.

_{Played by @Jorick}



Name: Emmon Arryn, also called The Lord of Dust
Age: 34
House/Affilitation: House Arryn

Appearance: Image by kir-tat on Deviantart.

Biography: Emmon Arryn was born the second child and second son of Lord Rodrik Arryn and Lady Alys Waynwood in 77 AC. He and his elder brother, Donnel, were the only children of the union before Alys passed away. Lord Rodrik remarried when his sons were both very young, and Princess Daella Targaryen died soon after giving birth to their half-sister, Aemma. Despite these early tragedies, the Arryn children managed to thrive in their own ways. Aemma was was lovely girl who learned the ways of courtly manners with ease, Donnel was always buried in a book and spouting his acquired wisdom like a would-be maester, and Emmon showed great aptitude for swordplay and charming his way out of trouble. Most would assume Emmon to be the golden child of the family for his talents in the training yard, as he would have been in most Houses of Westeros, but he always felt like the secondary child. Lord Rodrik made comments about him becoming a knight and winning glorious battles, but they were just the things one said to a young lad who liked to fight. When he spoke to Donnel, he spoke with passion and vigor about being a leader and showing the people the proper way by example, impassioned speeches that showed the truth of who their father cared for the most.

This feeling of inferiority lead to many needless squabbles, many of which ended with Donnel on the ground, but their little sister Aemma proved to be a much needed calming influence. In her presence the fights never escalated beyond snippy comments and sneers, which was at least tolerable for those around them. Unfortunately, that presence was lost in 93 AC when she was wed to Viserys Targaryen and went to live with him in King's Landing. The rivalry between the Arryn boys practically exploded in the span of weeks, and just a few months after Aemma left there was a rather ugly incident in the training yard in which Emmon disgraced and bloodied Donnel even as the master-at-arms yelled to him to stop. Lord Rodrik ordered them to never again fight, and he set about looking for ways to ensure that the fire in Emmon's blood was cooled or sated enough to prevent any further trouble. Though he never raised a weapon to his older brother again, nothing Lord Rodrik tried in the few months after the incident managed to change Emmon's spiteful focus on Donnel. Days spent being worked like a dog by the master-at-arms, trips to tourneys (in which he acquitted himself fairly well), dinner parties with prospective wives, and discreet trips to Gulltown brothels all had merely temporary distracting effects on the young man's desire to ruin his brother.

The perfect opportunity soon presented itself: Donnel found himself a marvelously beautiful woman, Lady Marcella of House Grafton, and their romance quickly became the talk of the Vale. While others in the Eyrie, their father included, became practically obsessed with all the planning and details required for a wedding, Emmon instead focused on Lady Marcella herself. At first a small part of him felt that staging an accident to kill the woman would be the best way to ruin Donnel's life, but after spending some time chatting with her and turning on the charm he found those thoughts fading away like morning mist. His plans turned instead to other matters entirely, and whenever Emmon set his mind to something he always got what he wanted. Weeks of friendly banter slowly evolved into innuendo and hinting remarks, which in turn developed into coy but mutual flirting. After that, all it took was a few glasses of wine on a night when Donnel retired early to truly begin their affair. It was a brief and fiery thing, all lust and physicality, but half a dozen nights spent together were more than enough for the damage to be done. When Marcella ended their last night together by tearfully declaring that this couldn't continue and that nobody could ever know about it, Emmon assured her that word of it would never pass his lips and that he would forget it ever happened.

While he kept his word, the latter half of the promise had of course been a lie. The memories of Marcella in his bed did what no day of exhaustion or painted whore had ever managed: the urge to destroy Donnel simply faded away. Though his elder brother would never know it, Emmon had won. There was no further need to fight, because his victory would persist as long as Marcella lived and carried those shameful memories with her, knowing that she had laid with Emmon even as she prepared to wed Donnel. The two were wed a mere fortnight after Emmon's last night with the beautiful bride, and he used the event as an opportunity to pretend to be magnanimous. He gave a short speech to apologize for his barbaric behavior and to as to embrace Donnel as a true brother now and always, which was done to much cheering and clapping, and ended with a toast to the newlywed couple calling for a long and prosperous life for both of them. Emmon was one of the very first to raucously congratulate Donnel when Marcella was soon announced to be pregnant, but in his own mind he was certain the child in her belly was actually his. A few months later, Emmon was wed to the eldest daughter of House Lychester. It was a less than admirable match made more as Lord Rodrik's gesture to an old friend than for the benefit of House Arryn, but it did not last long. The dull girl died of an accident, her head caved in by a fall from her horse while she was out for a ride with other ladies, less than half a year after the marriage.

Lord Rodrik died of the natural complications of old age as he was in the early stages of choosing another wife for Emmon, so he was luckily spared another unfortunate pairing to some old lord's homely daughter. Donnel and Marcella became Lord and Lady Arryn, to much adoration and cheering, and Emmon was able to keep a smile on his face with certain memories already burned into his mind's eye. He used that tumultuous occasion to declare his intent to travel the world a bit before properly settling down, which most interpreted as his way of avoiding another marriage after the sad ending of his previous one. In truth, Emmon simply couldn't stomach the idea of being made to marry a woman of his brother's choosing, but he was happy to allow the other interpretation to thrive. Donnel not only allowed it, he also praised his younger brother for wanting to learn more of the world, and it even came with one of those pompous remarks he'd read from some maester's book about, something about encountering the unfamiliar and tempering one's own spirit. Emmon took it in stride, and he made all the expected farewells to people of importance in the Eyrie before taking his leave. Normally he would have simply spirited away without any fanfare, but the string of tedious conversations made it seem natural for him to pay a visit to Lady Marcella and little Alyssa, the girl he was quite certain was actually his daughter. He left the Eyrie with a certain lightness in his step that he couldn't quite explain.

Emmon spent the next decade mostly away from home. He first went to King's Landing and spent a month there both to participate in a tourney (in which he got his first ever victory in the melee) and to visit with Aemma and his young niece Rhaenyra. After that he traveled the Reach and Stormlands and Dorne in a manner that mixed the rough and solitary travel of a hedge knight with the fine amenities any member of a Great House would expect, going from a place of honor at the local lord's table one night to sleeping under a tree the next, roving from one tourney to the next. It was a fun way to live, so he kept at it for a couple years and eventually earned himself a knightly name: The Lord of Dust, a name that jokingly referred to both his noble status and his clothing always being caked with dust from travel, but also the dust that rose from his felled opponents in the joust and from his own feet in his ferocious performance in melees. Once he tired of traveling the south of Westeros, Emmon returned home briefly before taking a boat from Gulltown up to the Wall. He stayed long enough to grow used to the impressive sights from the top of the wall near Eastwatch-by-the-Sea and Castle Black, then took the Kingsroad down to Winterfell to pay his respects to the Starks who ruled over the frozen shithole that was the North, and finally made his way down to White Harbor to take a boat to Essos. He paid his way through a tour of the most of the Free Cities with the winnings from his tourney performances, and it lasted quite a while thanks to the generosity of wealthy persons of Essos who enjoyed the novelty of having a Westerosi warrior-lord stay with them and attend various social functions. With money finally beginning to run low and news reaching his ear that Viserys Targaryen had been crowned, making his sister the Queen, Emmon went back to Westeros in 104 AC, after a little over 3 years spent in Essos. The second visit to King's Landing lasted about half a year, and this time he was far more intriguing to the lords and ladies of the court thanks to his new worldliness, and then he returned to the Eyrie for a few months.

From then on he mostly left his home to attend tourneys, returning after each one rather than traveling the land to get to the next, though there was one deeply unfortunate trip left to make to King's Landing. In 105 AC, Aemma died after giving birth to a child that did not survive, and this time vast swaths of the nobility of the Vale made the trip along with Emmon. It was a painfully sad affair, the end of a life marked by numerous personal tragedies, and Emmon found himself growing distrustful of and spiteful toward the Targaryens and their lackeys. Though the maesters assured everyone that Aemma's death had been unpreventable and caused by difficulties of birthing a child, whispers of murder circulated freely. Emmon lingered in King's Landing long enough to be present for the spectacle of King Viserys declaring the young Rhaenyra to be his heir, and he was content to be one of the first to swear to protect her right to the throne. It was quite an unusual affair, but the idea of a girl with Arryn blood being the first woman to inherit the throne was not at all a displeasing one. Emmon returned to the Eyrie afterward, and his jaunts abroad to participate in tourneys slowly reduced in number until he was only leaving a couple times a year for the largest and most pretigious events.

In 107 AC, a few years after Aemma died, Lord Ronnel and Lady Marcella were murdered in the Riverlands. The culprits were never found, but rumors flew like ravens to name damn near every person with influence in Westeros. Emmon himself was one such person named in rumors, but few in the Vale even entertained such notions after seeing the brothers get along for so many years. Talk of scheming Targaryens, however, perhaps one Daemon Targaryen looking to spite the Arryns for the crime of their blood relative being named heir instead of him, took root and grew well. Emmon found those rumors to be the most credible of the lot, and it further soured his opinion of the Targaryens. When it came time to end the days of mourning for the dead Lord and Lady Arryn, Emmon was gently but firmly prodded toward assuming the mantle of Lord Arryn for himself as the first male in the line of succession. He refused such pushes and would not budge an inch. Why in the world would he wish to deny the claim of a girl who he believed to be his daughter merely because she was not a boy? He cited Rhaenyra as his main argument for why Alyssa should instead be made Lady Arryn, and he supplemented it by pointing out that she'd been trained to rule while he only knew how to fight and not look like a total fool at social events. The lords and ladies of the Vale accepted this on a few conditions: that Emmon become the regent until it was determined that Alyssa was old enough to rule directly, that Emmon refrain from risking his life in tournaments until that day came, and that Emmon take the position of Castellan of the Eyrie and advise Alyssa until the lords and ladies of the Vale decided she no longer needed his guidance. He accepted these conditions, knowing that they were meant to force him into becoming the true power in the Vale with Alyssa as a figurehead, but he knew something they did not: Alyssa was not the sort of person who would allow herself to be a mere figurehead.

She proved herself very capable in a shorter time than even Emmon expected. From early on, rather than having to guide her to the correct path, Alyssa was getting there on her own with sound reasoning. The girl was smart and she knew how to read people well, a combination that was well suited to leadership. Even so, Emmon didn't bother fighting to be relieved of his position of Castellan after Alyssa was acknowledged as the rightful Lady Arryn. He has found that he enjoys the role, and he's fascinated by the unconventional direction she has chosen for the Vale. Besides, if there is to be fighting in the near future, Lady Arryn will need capable warriors at her side to help her make good strategic choices, and Emmon trusts nobody more than himself to take on such an important job.

_{Played by @Ezekiel}

WIP by Zekey.

Name: Grazadan the Chainbringer

Age: 36

Appearance: A tall, muscular man with a heavy build, Grazadan the Chainbringer is not an ordinary Ghiscari, with his only concession to traditional custom being the spiking of his hair into horns. Unlike other Ghiscari, he eschews the traditional tokar in favor of full armor, or even just more practical clothing. Face-wise, he keeps a thin beard and mustache, while his broad features are neither ugly or handsome, but more average-looking.

Biography: Grazadan the Chainbringer was the firstborn son of Grazadan the Blademaster, a formidable warrior of New Ghis and grandson of its founder, making Chainbringer himself the great-grandson of Grazadan the Renewer himself. Raised with a high sense of entitlement and desire for glory, Grazdan the Chainbringer soon became a formidable fighter and warrior who had memorized a few military texts as well and desired to use all of those to glorify New Ghis. He would later get the opportunity to do so on a raid against the Summer Isles, where many Summer Islanders were enslaved and brought to New Ghis in chains.

Grazadan would later venture out onto the mainland, subjugating many settlements there and regaining much land that belonged to Old Ghis. One of his greatest achievements was the defeat of a Yunkai-led force of slave-soldiers trying to retake lost ground, and in a touch of irony, enslaving the commanders while freeing their troops, many of whom joined him in many later battles. This was an unprecedented move in Ghiscari culture, and Grazadan was only saved from accusations of being a traitor to custom because he took slaves from other sources and showed no other signs of radical emancipatory urges.

Nevertheless, Grazadan the Chainbringer saw the efficacy of a 'join-or-die' strategy once he became ruler of New Ghis. Not just that, but due to the Unsullied from Astapor being one of the few forces who can match or exceed New Ghis' 'Iron Legions', he has decided to try and get into the Good Masters' good graces by marrying his sister to one of their most influential members, as well as cooperating with them on missions of enslavement. He has also bought Unsullied in increasing numbers, with most of New Ghis' surplus wealth spent in buying these Eunuch-soldiers to supplement the Iron Legions...

28, born 83 AC.


Aeraro was born in the shadow of his brother, and for this Aeraro has always been thankful. Craghas had grown, from an early age, to be strong and possessed of a certain brutal cunning, rendering him a suitable candidate to carry out the pirate hunting legacy of the Drahar’s. Aeraro, on the other hand, was passing skilled at the glib jab of the tongue, and at the very least Dareon believed this was indicative of a merchant’s cleverness. Craghas and Aeraro were thus two children intertwined, each entrusted to be exemplars of the twin pillars that held the family aloft in Myrish society.

Craghas was deployed as a young man to exact justice upon fledgeling pirates, and Aeraro was given a sizable amount of coin and wares to fund a mercantile excursion throughout the Free Cities. Where Craghas proved to hold promise in both his zeal and capability, Aeraro demonstrated a slothfulness in approach, an active tendency towards wastefulness, and a tongue fit only for stirring wroth and creating enemies. He made it through Tyrosh, Lys, and Pentos before the loss and debt he incurred rendered the excursion unsustainable. As the oft told story of Dareon’s sons go, Craghas became a noted warrior and leader early into his days, while Aeraro had journeyed three cities to come away merely with an appreciation for fine rugs. Quickly, the second son of Dareon Drahar became the subject of unstifled laughter and ridicule.

Aeraro’s lack of mercantile talent, a stubborn unwillingness to enter into marriage, and his sister Nila’s rise as a renowned artisan left the second son as something decidedly unnecessary -- a burden, perhaps, given his reputation. As such, Dareon gifted him with as grand a vessel the magister could spare the unfavoured son, with the hope that he would sail away from the Free Cities and bring his folly elsewhere. Instead, he brought it to the war for the Stepstones, serving beneath his brother the Prince-Admiral.

The second son was perhaps more passingly… passable a captain than any of the Myrmen could have expected, and his loyal brother proved himself keen to provide Aeraro opportunities to prove as much. Though he was capable of both foolhardy impulsiveness and cowardly inaction, the performance of his crew was largely buoyed by three talented sellswords Dareon had saw fit to hire for his sake. Indeed, the crew of the war galley named ‘Ship’ was a prominent fixture in what small victories the Triarchy wrought. In the end, however, it was Aeraro’s inaction and inability to cover his brother’s flank that led to Daemon Targaryen engaging the Crabfeeder on the day of his death.

Aeraro accepts the role he played in the death of his brother, and while he is resentful of a family that has long-scorned him, also acknowledges his duty to ensure his house rises once more. To that end, his ship once again sets sail into battle. All the same, he is still a slothful coward with an acrid tongue, and it seems unlikely that the newly-named ‘Moonglow Maiden’ will force Daemon Targaryen from the Stepstones. But if it could… if he could be the one to…

All would be forgotten, all would be forgiven.

Name: Lord Matthos Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Reach, Warden of the South

Age: 50 (born 61 AC)

Appearance:



A tall, well-built man, Lord Matthos stands at a height of 6 ft exactly and still retains a generally fit physique, though his wife has recently voiced concerns that he is losing weight. Where once sported a crop of thick curly hair, similarly to his son, in recent years he has started to bald and has begun ordering his servants to shave it close, to save himself from any embarrassment. Handsome in his youth with well-defined features and a charismatic smile, he still retains much of his former good looks, though the recent loss of his son has led to the development of a more tired, haggard appearance. When his mood periodically worsens, he will be seen sporting dark circles under his eyes. Once quick to laughter, he is now more prone to stern moods and it is an uncommon sight to see him smile nowadays. Generally he sports a beard that is trimmed short, serving to accentuate his defined jawline.

Biography:

Born the first son of Lord Martyn Tyrell and Lady Florence Fossoway, Matthos ended up being the eldest of only two siblings, his sister (whom was only a babe at the time) having died in the winter of 59 AC from the Shivers. With his father the Master of coin (and his mother unofficially aiding him in this), Matthos spent much of his time divided between King’s Landing and Highgarden. With a brother, Rycherd, only a year his latter, the two would run riot around the City, often escaping from the guards so that they could explore around the winding streets & back alleys. When they become of age, they would frequent the brothels and although Matthos insists he has been true since his marriage, it is entirely possible that there is a Tyrell bastard or two running around Kings Landing.

Like many other nobles, Matthos saw fit to travel throughout his youth, though chose to meander slowly throughout Westeros rather than cross over the Essos. He and Rycherd together would make there way from inn to inn, drinking and charming any pretty serving girls along the way. Rycherd, a summer knight himself, liked to visit the small tourneys as they travelled and although his skills were variable at best, he seemed to care little whether he won or lost.

Always charming and easy on the eyes, Matthos had no problems when it came to courting maidens. It was therefore only when, at the age of 18, he was betrothed to Elinor of House Rowan, that he even begun to contemplate the idea of marriage. The pair married a year later and went on to have four children, Matthos always being particularly close with his eldest Garrett. Elinor sadly miscarried one babe between the births of Leyton and Leyla, the child not even making it a few months in the womb. He happily remained in Highgarden during this time, visiting other Great Houses and King's Landing when required, but otherwise content to remain with his family and look after his people.

Since he inherited Highgarden in 84 AC, Matthos' focus had been directed towards maintaining the Tyrells grip on the Reach and quietening the mutterings of those Vassal Houses who still object to their position. This particularly has caused tensions with the Florents, who of all the houses, are still the most vocal about their greater inheritance rights. Although not the most intelligent or cunning Lord who has ever ruled the Reach, Matthos is nothing if not amicable. A great host, he knows how to throw an excellent banquet or a lively tourney, and is known for such gatherings. In his youth he was an excellent drinking partner and even now can outdrink men many years younger. It is through this amicability that he has been able to keep many of the houses on his side, although the mutterings throughout the Reach never cease completely...

It was only after the sudden death of his eldest son Garrett in 109 AC, the then heir having passed from a sudden & violent fever, that things begun to change for Lord Matthos. Once a lively and amicable fellow, recent months have seen a marked change in the Lord. Nowadays he is prone to sombre moods, where he will retreat to the solitude of his chambers. Whilst he tries to hide this from his family, his poor appetite and lack of sleep are clearly apparent to them. He does all he can to put on his usual vigour for his guests, but this act is draining to him and it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the façade. Matthos also seems to have convinced himself that his son was poisoned and whilst the Maester has tried to reassure him, his inability to be able to explain what killed his son only serves to further antagonise the Lord. With increasing tensions in Westeros and many Vassal houses who still question their position, it is becoming increasingly unclear how Matthos will continue to maintain the Tyrells position in the Reach.

Name: Ser Leyton Tyrell

Age: 27 (born in 84 AC)

Appearance:



Though not overly short at 5ft 10, Leyton has always been insecure about his height with a brother & father of greater reach than himself. He sports a crop of thick and curly dark brown hair that is classical for the Tyrells and serves to make him look more boyish than he actually his. Dark brown eyes and modestly good-looking, Leyton would have been able to attract a half-decent wife if not for his complete lack of courting abilities. Unlike many lords and ladies from the Reach, Leyton cares little for his appearance. Whilst in his former years he would dress formerly in his house colours, at the behest of his mother, he now prefers to simply dress in his knightly attire when possible.

Biography:

A boisterous lad throughout his childhood, Leyton was over-confident and demanding to his peers. If another child did not want to play with him, he would insist on it, running to his father if he did not get his way. Somehow his outgoing nature seemed to make up for this though and he found he could make friends easy enough...though being the son of the Lord Paramount of the Reach may have helped. He often wanted to play at swords and horses, preferring the idea of a real battle over that of a tournament. Lord Tyrell even had the woodworkers craft him miniature soldiers and horses, so that he could act out mock battles, his father secretly taking much amusement in playing this game with him. Though he may not have much of a knack with politics, he consequently has a decent knowledge of battle strategies and tactics.

Born the second son of Lord Tyrell, Leyton was never expected to be the heir to Highgarden. His brother Garrett, an intelligent and healthy male two years his elder, was always on course to take over rule once their father passed. The two were close throughout their formative years, Garretts more laid-back and calming attitude helping to balance his brother out. Whilst Garrett would sit in on his father's meetings, studying carefully the ways of a Lord, Leyton instead dreamt of the Kingsguard. And where he could not fight in real battles, he would partake in tourneys. Though many squires and knights dreamt of winning the joust, Leyton only cared for the melees. Naturally agile of foot, with an aptitude for sword-fighting (although you could have handed him any weapon and he would have barrelled on ahead), he became known for his talents, attracting many an approving eye.

At the age of 12 he was permitted to go and squire under Ser Bryndon Hightower in Oldtown. A rowdy lad and unused to being told what to do, Leyton had a steep learning curve, nearly being shipped back to Highgarden on more than one occasion. However, Bryndon was the perfect mentor for the boy, having no qualms in putting him in his place. Eventually, he settled into the role and though not studious when it came to books, he was keen on learning all that came with being a knight. He even took pride in polishing the armour to perfection, surprising for a boy who found it difficult to keep still for more than a minute at a time. During his time in Oldtown he also became close with Ormund Hightower, the two training together and providing a somewhat healthy level of competition for one another.

Knighted at twenty, he journeyed to the Stepstones in 107 AC to fight alongside Daemon Targaryean. It took the young Tyrell a while to get his sea legs but on land he was able to prove his worth. A single-minded knight with seemingly unlimited energy, Leyton became known for ceasing only when there was no-one left to fight, never running from a battle or leaving a man behind. He seemed to care little for politics but rather would remain firmly loyal to whomever he had pledged himself. Likely the young Tyrell would have remained in the Stepstones far longer if not for his family, the chaos of fighting & piracy suiting him down to a tee. His father and grandmother disliked that he was fighting for Daemon, concerned that is would reflect on the Tyrells as a whole, therefore he begrudgingly returned to The Reach. It was not long after his return, and after a rather splendid effort at a small tourney his father had thrown, that Leyton was offered a place in the Kingsguard. Leyton suspects that his grandmother may have had a hand to play in it, although she denies it to this day and states that it was simply his prowess & reputation that must have gained the Kings attention.

Though he will never have a wife or lands, this is probably for the best as his methods of courting ladies are dubious at best, usually involving talking in gory details about battles & war tactics. Either that or he becomes so daunted by the prospect of talking to a lady in his fancy, that he will became overly drunk. To his dismay the other members of the Kingsguard have taken to naming him The Blushing Rose due to the lovely shade of rouge that spreads across his cheeks whenever he speaks to a pretty maiden.

Only a few short months after Leyton had arrived at Kings Landing, his eldest brother become suddenly ill with a great fever. The maesters tried all their remedies but no cure could be found, and only a week later he passed on with the aid of milk of the poppy. A tragedy for the family and the Reach as a whole, the Tyrells still mourn his loss to this day. With Leyton in the Kingsguard, the mantle passed down to the next youngest son. Alester, a boy of sixteen, smart enough though a tad too bookish for his fathers liking, was now burdened with the future of being the next Lord Tyrell.

For now Leyton remains at Kings Landing, intent on staying true to his pledge and serving his King faithfully. His temperament has certainly calmed as he has aged, though he still can be stubborn and single-minded in his pursuits. Once he has decided on something, he will follow it through to the end. That provides a double-edge sword in many situations, but it also means that he is loyal to a fault. Its not clear what his views are on the issues of Targaryean inheritance, for he does not speak of it, though it is likely that he would serve whoever next ruled, regardless of whom they were.

Name: Leyla Tyrell

Age: 19 (born in 92 AC)

Appearance:



At only 19 years of age, Leyla still maintains that bright vigour of youth that has not yet known great trials. She truly encapsulates her family in how she looks, her demure and seemingly innocent appearance hiding her clever mind and sharp wit. Many often underestimate her because of this and still believe she is the same prettily dressed girl who was once paraded around by her mother. She sports the same thick brunette hair as the rest of her family, which she wears long and usually loose. As generally befitting any nobility from the Reach she dresses well and with whatever style is currently common in the region, often wearing a variation on her house colours.

Biography:

Leyla Tyrell was born in 92 AC, as the eldest daughter of Lord Matthos Tyrell. Easy-going and often in high spirits, Leyla has always found an ease in speaking to strangers, being able to talk on simple matters and deeper subjects alike. She would often be paraded around at banquets as a small child, her easy manners and surprisingly clever wit seeming to delight the other nobility. No-one can deny that she was loved by her parents but much of her youth seemed to be seemed to revolve around ceremony and putting on a show, her mother being the driving force behind this. Lady Elinor would take her on long journeys throughout the Reach, visiting other Great Houses and small villages alike. Eager to please her mother and naturally outgoing in nature, Leyla was happy to play the part, albeit begrudgingly at times.

All of this would have likely produced a rather silly and frivolous girl, if not for her grandmother, whom had seen the spark of intelligence in the young Tyrell. Florence insisted that she had strict instruction under both the Septa & the house Maester, and unlike Leyton who had fought against such boring lessons throughout his own youth, Leyla was happy to learn. Consequently close throughout the years, Florence is now an old lady whose health is ailing with each passing day and who rarely leaves Highgarden. However, Leyla still enjoys visiting her in her chambers and will often go to her to seek advice or simply listen to her stories.

When Leyla was but 13, whilst her small party was visiting Oldtown, a boy from House Bulwer quickly became enamoured with her. Inexperienced with love and the art of courting herself, Leyla saw this as a fine opportunity to learn how it worked. Though she had no feelings for him, she played the part, sitting with him at meals and walking with him around the gardens. The romance…if that’s what you could call it, lasted just short of nine days, but Humfrey was a foolish boy who had no wits about him, save for some superficial charm, and mistook lust for love.

Thus, Leyla found herself walking by the harbour, trying to ignored the strong smell of fish, being proposed to by a boy who thought this was a suitable time or location. She instantly denied him, apologising for leading him on and stating that she did not think they were a suitable match. At first he seemed to take this gracefully enough, walking her back to her room in a sullen silence. Yet that evening when the guards were switching, he entered her chambers and tried to force himself upon her. Luckily, one of her personal guards came back in time and she was saved from any shame. Instantly telling her mother of what had happened, the two decided to keep it amongst themselves as it would do naught but ruin her reputation if it was found out, paying off the guard and vowing not to speak of it again.

Since that day, she has been increasingly cautious and does not give her trust over easily. It unfortunately seems she has become known for being difficult to court, having denied other men since – although many seem to view this as a challenge in of itself. It is not that she does not wish to marry, rather that she simply no longer suffers fools. Whereas once this created tension between her and Lord Matthos, his recent change in demeanour has meant he rarely questions his daughter on this anymore. Her focus instead become on her family, noticing the struggles that her father was having in keeping his Vassal houses loyal, especially with his changing demeanour. The young Tyrell is intent on ensuring her family remain steadfastly at Highgarden, whatever the cost...she has strong instincts of self-preservation for herself and her family, and will do anything to protect them.

Name: Joanna Lannister, "Lion Cub of Casterly Rock"
Age: 15
House/Affilitation: House Lannister

Appearance:

Biography: Joanna Lannister in many ways hadn't expected to partake in the life she had - as born a woman and though first-child for the seat of Casterly Rock - she was behind inheritance to her brothers Tyland and Jason Lannister.

Thus while she was the eldest, she mostly partook in the different life of House Lannister - far from becoming a lady or handmaiden, she instead used her fame and fortune to train. Already born young and with a higher vitality than even her brothers Joanna played in the same games as her brothers. As her dreams too were to become like Rhaenys Targaryen, a warrior and a woman at that. This was aided by Joanna being born stronger and taller than most women.

Still life for Joanna wasn't sunshine, as numerous times she denied and refused any courtship that her father had engaged her in, while also slipping away from her Lady' duties whenever possible - so much so, that some rumored her of liking only women and other whispers. So much so, that when Joanna was five-and-ten old - she was given a choice of 'doing her duty' and stopping her foolish dreams or be sent to the 'Silent Sisters'.

As such, Joanna was soon enough sent to King' Landing with another member of her House.

Name: Alton 'Longjustice' Frey; Master of Laws

Age: 55

Appearance:

House/Affliation: Frey/Targaryen

Biography: Alton Frey happened to be one of many uncles from the House of Frey - having spent his earlier years helping his five brothers manage and run the Twins, writing up laws and rules that helped increase the livelihood of both those crossing their bridge and the smallfolk in their lands.

Alton Frey was a deep man of honor and the law - taking things on some occasions literally. Holding both his brothers and their families to a high standard, in order to improve their lot in Westeros. Not to mention, with House Frey as large as always - rules and boundaries helped keep everyone from going after each other.

Sadly the relationship of Alton and his brothers wouldn't last - as the son of one, was caught pillaging one villager' hut during a drunken rampage. Instead of excusing and paying for his crime, Alton instead decreed they be hanged or 'take the black'. This ended up alienating him from House Frey entirely - since while he wasn't head of the House, he did cause enough trouble among the smallfolk when he informed them of small details and whom might be responsible. In the end, Alton got his way - while also being banished from his home for being a 'rat'.

Granted Alton' reply at such a situation was to call them all 'rats whom ate other rats'. Alton spent most of his time as always, travelling the lands as a hedge knight, and upholding justice. Keeping the King' Road clear of brigands and bandits - utilizing his longbow, often claiming to be 'the best bowman in the Seven Kingdoms'.

During one such incursions he encountered the 'Wise King' Jaeharys I Targaryen during one of his many visits in the Two Crowns Inn. Here he would befriend the wise and just King - five years later, he would once more meet the King, when he was asked to fill the post as Master of Laws. Due to in part the last one dying, and his growing reputation for upholding law and order in the Riverlands - a man of virtue and honor.

For the time being he has held the post for almost twenty-seven years.