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[center][color=D8BFD8][h1][b]Maegara Blackfyre[/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=D8BFD8][b]Age:[/b][/color]
[indent]25 (b. 235 AC)[/indent]

[color=D8BFD8][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
[indent]A woman of average height and of strong Valyrian looks. Her hair falls in tight silver curls to the middle of her back, though more often than not she has it twisted into a large, low bun. Her eyes are the palest of lilac that leans gray, rather than the vibrant purples her distant cousins were known for. There is no denying that her body holds appeal to many, though she does not use this as a weapon even in passive ways. She walks with purpose, not the languid strolls of women raised to please their husband or clients. [/indent]

[color=D8BFD8][b]Description & biography:[/b][/color]
[indent]The daughter of Daemon III Blackfyre and his wife, Darra of Lys; she was born barely a year before his death in the fourth Blackfyre Rebellion. Her mother’s claims of her own heritage varied, but in each telling, her mother was Shiera Seastar. Shiera had fled Westeros pursuing Aegor Rivers, Bittersteel, and their fraught union produced a single child that Shiera raised hidden away in Lys. Other times, it was that Brynden Rivers, Bloodraven, was her father and Shiera had again had to flee to raise her daughter in secrecy in Lys. When she was young, the stories were magical and romantic. When she grew older, they were things she wished her mother would just stop speaking of. The veracity of these stories would never be able to be confirmed and only brought danger with each re-telling. 

Following news of her father’s death, her mother fled the Golden Company’s remaining camps in Essos before the survivors could return. Mother and daughter took up residence in Pentos instead; though never explicitly in hiding from the remaining Blackfyres, it was also something Maegara learned early on to not disclose. They maintained an easy life in the city, from what Darra said she provided through hidden caches of wealth left for her from her mother and grandmother.

The girl’s time was not idly spent. She would not be raised to be an empty-headed pretty trophy to hang off the arm of some wealthy merchant, her lineage was too proud for that, her bloodline would not be wasted. Darra arranged for education in several of the bastardized-Valyrian dialects and also in the Westeros common-tongue. She learned of the politics of Westeros and the free-cities, but also of Yi Ti and the Summer Isles. Maegara was expected to be well-read and well-informed. Darra had even insisted on basic martial training, though she showed not even mediocre talent for it. In the end, Maegara was a bright child and eager to learn, but not particularly talented in any physical feats. 

She had been content enough to stay at her mother’s side in Pentos, though she’d had more than one suitor, each had been politely and delicately turned away. The Blackfyre daughter had little desire to alter the course of her comfortable life. 

That changed after her twentieth nameday when on a lark and a bet from companions she went to a seer. It was a decision she would come to regret in many ways. The seer saw her immediately for what she was. The wizened woman’s plea made little sense to her though - a charge to find and reunite the last dragon lords’ swords, the Valyrian blades Blackfyre and Dark Sister. The seer refused to share the details of what would happen in a world where they were lost forever, but as a Blackfyre, the duty could be fulfilled by her if the Targaryen line did not. 

Maegara laughed it off to herself for the absurdity it surely was. She ignored it for months, but her dreams turned dark and tormented her night after night. What if it were all true? 

She knew that both men her mother had claimed could be her grandfather had taken a sword with them in their banishment or exile. Blackfyre was almost certainly in Essos, though her father had not wielded it. But to search for it there, while her cousins battled for control seemed more than a little unwise. To go to Westeros as a Blackfyre seemed all the more absurd. 

Months turned to years before it was luck - or perhaps fate - that had her cross paths with Daegan Velaryon, a young man on his own adventures in Pentos. A deal was struck between the two, and against Darra’s strongest wishes, that when he returned to his homeland, Maegara would accompany him. Ostensibly, in order to see the land where her father had lost his life in the ill-fated invasion. [/indent]
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