[CHAR] The Wards of The King- A Song of Ice and Fire Roleplay

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She's more the dragon than the sons of the king

You ask if the fire burns me; I answer you that no, the open flame welcomes me as readily as it's dragon mothers

Name: Illysia Blackfyre
Nickname: The Dragon's True Daughter; Illysia Fang; Orchid; Violet
Age: 18
House: Targaryen
Parents 
Lady Raenys Targaryen; cousin of the King and his wife, this young women and the King traveled to Dorne together while the queen was pregnant with her first son. They gave in to the wilds of Dorne in their festivals and conceived a child together though the girl would be born a bastard. The Lady is silver of hair with light lavender eyes, much like all those of her family; short in stature and firm of hand.
King Daerys Targaryen; sired the bastard girl raised in Dorne and hid her existence from his wife for fear that the girl of dragon blood would fall victim to his wifes wrath. Later, after learning that the girl was in King's Landing he brought her to the castle.
Queen (...) Martell Targaryen; Her step mother is a woman born in the same place, but raised differently as she was raised in Westeros, not Dorne. She hates Illysia, for she was born and conceived before the King had ever come to her bed. She dislikes the girl having purer blood than her own children and a heavier claim to the throne.
Prince Lineran Allyrion; Second cousin of Mikael Martell. Her served as a father figure to Illysia for the majority of her life and a teacher when her mother was gone again back to King's Landing. He taught her how to live life and how to love; how to lie and how to fight. He taught her how to remain what is expected so that others may underestimate her easily. He was more a father than Daerys will ever be.
Lady Nymeria Allyrion nee Sand; A woman bastard born of the former Prince Martell and father of Mikael Martell, she had barely been born when the man died and was raised a warrior. She is wife of Lineran Allyrion and acted as a mother to Illysia. She was the one who encouraged her to move to the capitol and show those Targaryen bastards what a bastard is really capable of.

Siblings: Illysia has four half siblings - three of her father and the queen, one of her mother and a Dornish Prince -, no full siblings and two friends that are close enough to call siblings. 

Personality: Illysia is difficult to read, with many expressions and little that really gives away her true thought. She is kind and gentle; passionate and yet still remains a mystery to all who meet her. She rarely gives away any of what she thinks and has made it an art to manipulate people into telling her things. 
Skills:
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.

Religion: The Faceless God
Bio: Illysia was born in Dorne, without her father there to greet her with her mother though growing up she'd been told it would be safer than allow the Queen to know that the King had slept with their younger cousin instead of her. She spent a fair amount of time in the Dornish pleasure houses with her various lovers by the time she was fourteen and had begun to bleed. After she turned sixteen of course, her step father - a man she would always consider her true father - had sent her off to King's Landing to meet her parents and birth right. He had witnessed her walk into the flames and remain unscathed - she was a dragon and she was meant to rule. Before leaving they promised they would come together again, this Prince of Dorne, and she would marry one of his sons in the way of Dorne and keep multiple lovers. Passion is their way of life. After traveling to King's Landing and making it, she found her way to a pleasure house where a man was waiting for her; he had learned of her and called her here to offer her something - she would become Queen if she brought him secrets. She worked the sheets in a rich pleasure house that catered to more wealthy nobles than any other before her father came to her and brought her to the castle. 
Other
Illysia is of the dragon blood, purer than even those born to the royal family; the dragon fire in her blood has burned away all other impurities
She has a single daughter, two years of age who she has left in Dorne with her foster parents. She intends to have them all come to King's Landing when she is sure it is safe and she will come into her throne.
She has a pet snake; a viper larger than most but no less deadly
She is immune to the effects of heat and fire and welcomes the bath of fire where others run from it
She was taught to fight with her body, spear, sword and shield
Works as a Sparrow with the Master of Whispers


Appearance: 

Aenar has a slender almost feminine build to him, taking more from his mothers Dornish side than his Targaryen father, notable by his light brown hair. He has the unmistakable princely look of someone who's yard sparring partners always seemed to fall suspiciously easy.
 
“You look at the Iron-Throne like it might eat you.” 

“In the end everyone always seems to want something, everyone.” 

Name: Aenar Targaryen
Nickname: The Sea-Dragon, Aenar the Absent
Age: 15
House: Targaryen
Parents: Daerys Targaryen and his Martell Queen

Personality: 
Worrisome would be a fitting word to describe Aenar Targaryen. Thousands of people are looking up to him and depending on him, he feels this weight quite strongly. Though some might call his temperament only natural for someone whos grown up in the vipers nest of Kings-Landing, he still fails to instil any real confidence in those he meets. Despite this though he does have strong pragmatic elements to him and has a sense of duty.

Skills: 

Dragon dreams: Though he seems to take more from his mother’s side in appearance Aenar will sometimes have prophetic dreams, though more often than not they leave him stressed and often ill.

Sailing: Before Pythrax grew large enough to carry him Aenar used to adore sailing and used it to get away from his worries, so much so it earned him the nickname, the Sea-Dragon. 

Religion: Faith of the Seven

Bio: 
Aenar grew up under the greatest of pressure. King Daerys and it seemed everyone in Westeros was always intent on reminding him how much the realm expected of its prince. Needed to be wise, kind, witty, brave, greatest of swordsman, adept at politics. To hear so many say it he was already all of this and more; but the young Aenar was astute for his age and always found himself falling short of their lofty expectations. It gradually ate away at him.

Things came to a breaking point one night when Aenar dreamt a disturbingly realistic vision of himself as a dragon but his wings were broken and a hundred smaller animals were eating him alive. It was too much for the prince and he fled the Red-Keep out to sea with a dozen close companions. 

It was more than a month later when the prince returned to Kings-Landing finally coaxed back by his shipmates, though his skittish mood had not improved any. The stunt earned him moniker ‘Sea-Dragon’ and seemed to make many at court regard Aenar as an issue, worrying what his reign might entail. 

Eventually it was decided that Aenar would take up his role as Prince of Dragonstone, ruling the relatively small Crownlands from the ancient Targaryen fortress as befitted the heir of the king. It has been a year since his appointment and Aenar has returned to Kings-Landing to meet the wards, he is somewhat wiser, but no less wary.

Other: Rider of Pythrax, a small blue/silver dragon, only recently grown large enough to ride.


Played by @smarty0114
Appearance: 

"He's got the wolfsblood he does. He's smart and wild and he'd do anything for his family."

"One thing you're wrong about Ser. I don't lose."

Name: Morgan Stark
Nickname: The Wolf of Steel
Age: Just had his 15th nameday.
House: Stark
Parents: His mother, Lyanna, is from House Mormont and is as smart as she is brash. She knows how to ride a wield a sword and some say her wit challenges that of even Olenna Tyrell.

His father, Rickon Stark, is quite a loud man himself. He loves to hunt and have feasts, though he always has time for his family, and he takes his wife's counsel very seriously. 
Siblings: He has a twin sister, Manasa, and an elder brother Kyran.
Personality: Morgan Stark is clever, arrogant, and infuriating. He likes to be the smartest person in the room and the best one in the arena. Ever since he was a little boy he has loved to read, and his parents would often find him hidden away with one of the maester's books. Along with his love of books, Morgan has also always had a desire to win, and he is extremely competitive. He's most excited about the tourneys that are sure to be held in King's Landing, even more so than the extensive library that he has heard so much about.
Skills: Sword fighting and horseback riding. He was taught by the Winterfell man-at-arms and so he is fairly skilled at both.
Religion: The Old Gods
Bio: Morgan Stark did not come into this world alone. He came just before his twin sister, and his parents couldn't have been more overjoyed. The two were inseparable. Morgan was the apple of his father's eye, and would follow him around to court, learning how to be a lord before he could even say the word. The young Stark hadn't been away from Winterfell until he was sent on the Kingsroad with his sister, and he's ecstatic to be traveling, something he doesn't think he'll be able to do later when he's the Lord of Winterfell.
Other: Morgan has a pet direwolf named Winter.


Played by @ViolentViolet

The North is strong in her; the Beast and the Savage; the Wolf and the Bear

I am the North; the North is me

Name: Manasa Stark
Nickname: She-Wolf; Charm; Manasa of the Third Eye
Age: 15
House: Stark
Parents: See Morgan Stark
Siblings 
Morgan Stark - Twin brother. He was born roughly ten minutes before Manasa.
Kyran - Elder brother, 16 years of age. He shares the bear blood more than the wolf; is brown of hair and blue of eyes. 
Personality: Manasa is the type to remain silent and thinking though when angered she grows a deadly cold that resembles that of a dire wolf. She is calculating and merciless, protective and loyal and yet she still remains a satisfying actress. She shows skills in the womanly arts as well as fighting like her brother and the wisdom to lead. She is charismatic when she needs to be, and loving when she chooses and few have ever pinned down exactly what Manasa will do next. 
Skills: 
Horseback riding; like her brother she was taught from the age she could first walk to ride a horse, and has become best friends with her animal
Seamstress; regardless of being of noble birth, Manasa has learned ad is beginning to master the art of mending clothing as well as making her own.
Anticipation; Manasa is very skilled at reading the mood of a room, the actions and tones of those around her and can easily figure out what it is that she does not know. Lies, secrets and sins are the easiest for her to find in another's language.
Beast Taming; unlike her brother she has the natural talent to tame the wild. One of her most loyal companions is a wild cat from closer to Castle Black. Back at home she, for some unknown reason, is capable of calming next to any beast she encounters, depending on their own aggression levels.

Religion: The Old Gods - Shows some curiosity toward the Red Priests 
Bio: The child was born with eyes that shone a green that vibrated and changed though few of those present at her birth told of how the girl never cried; how she stared up at them with eyes already as intelligent as those of their many beasts. The meister looked upon their mother, Lyanna, and told her with certain confidence that the girl would be a skinchanger and a strong greenseer; few believed him until the girl turned seven. Manasa had wandered from the castle, beyond the wall with their elder brother to see the winter beyond when the bear came out of nowhere and attacked them. No one could figure out why the bear was awake in the winter, and none could understand what happened afterward; the great beast had roared before them, the horses bucked and the girl child fell from her pony into the snow but never cried out. The bear calmed under the gaze of the girl; her eyes flickered that vibrant green and yellow, momentarily matching the bears before the animal nuzzled her face and picked her off the ground. The bear never bothered them again. 
Other
Manasa is a powerful skinchanger and greenseer, still coming into her powers. Only her brothers, mother and father know about this. It has been kept secret from everyone else and the meister present at her birth is long dead.
She has three animal companions that go everywhere with her; a Linx, a direwolf and a raven
Her Direwolf is the sole surviving animal of the litter; the she-wolf if called Echo
The Linx goes by the name Shiva



Light-boned and slight, with large green eyes dark enough to pass for brown, Tayila's hair is thick and brown, with the occasional wave rippling through.

Quote About
She’ll turn anything into a mummer’s farce. 

Quote By
I’ve seen babes die upon falling from their mothers’ wombs. I’ve seen one beggar spear another for a burnt block of bread. I’ve seen children with large eyes that only got wider as their cheeks turned hollow and those big eyes became sunken pits. I’ve seen death and ruin, come close to them, and I will avoid them like the bloody flux. Call me a craven if you wish; go forth to dance with death. For when you lie in a scarlet pool of your own folly, death will have you, and I will have my cowardice with my unnumbered heartbeats.

Name 
Tayila Waters

Nickname
None; but it might be worth noting that she introduces herself as Tayila to all, without mention of her surname, for loathe of the stigma that follows bastards.

Age
15

House 
-Non-Applicable-

Parents
Mother – Ilia Freid, a whore from one of the taverns. She was a comely woman – as most whores are – who was a tad too comfortable with the ale. She passed away early in Tayila’s life, but she does not remember much of her buxom, red-headed mother.
Father – Unknown

Siblings 
None she knows of, but she wagers she has plenty scattered around King's Landing. 

Personality
Wily, cunning, and living to her bastard name, Tayila is as malleable as the ocean, changeable and inconstant when needed. She can play the part of a blushing maiden; she can smile and flutter her eyelashes alluringly if she must. She can giggle and gossip like a heady girl; she can run and tumble until her hair is tangled and her knees are scraped bloody and her breaths are coming short. Tayila is willful, and she will do whatever she needs to survive and thrive in a place as cruel and heartless and political as King’s Landing. She is smart, and growing up in Flea Bottom has enabled her to dismiss her morals when she must be unscrupulous. But she is not without discipline; most of the time she plays along, and stays in her place. But her ears are always hearing and her eyes are always observing, and she is unafraid to show defiance when she wants. But never to the king or particularly influential highborn. She does enough to remain in good graces, but can be dangerous if incited. She will not actively withhold information of her bastardy, but it is not something she mentions in casual conversation to those she meets. It is nothing she is ashamed of.

Skills
Needlework – Initially poor at this skill, Tayila eventually learnt how to sew fine stitches and threads when put to it. Not a half-bad seamstress now, she can make a few dresses, and has the knowledge to hold a household together.
Escaping – Born on the streets, with her fair share of trouble-making, Tayila knows how to dart through uneven and cobbled alleys, slip like a slippery fish through a crowd of jostling elbows and humid air, and disappear in a breath in a stream of rowdy merchants. In the castle, she has explored secret passageways, and when she wishes not to be found or caught she can slide away easily, by taking twisting corners and labyrinthine corridors.
Agility – It helps her escapades to be light-boned and quick on her feet. She can dash and sprint well, and dodge lunges swiftly.
Literacy – When she was taken in, Tayila had been taught to read and write, to better serve in the castle. She took to the quill and ink well, and is eloquent with her words, penning letters easily when asked. Though perhaps not as intelligent or well-read as highborn children, she is certainly not dim-witted.

Religion
The Seven.

Bio
Tayila was born to a whore, and spent the best part of her life skipping through the markets and harbour on sunbaked days. She would play in Flea Bottom, and splash in the Blackwater. Her days were carefree and happy, even after her mother’s death. Her childhood was marred at times by the grim straits of the populace, but she once did dance over a warm corpse in the market. One learns to overlook these things, even if they stay in the back of your eyelids for days. The whores in the brothel were thick as thieves, and cared for each other like their own. Tayila lived with them, grew up as they went about their business, and was raised by them. Promiscuity was their way of life and income, and Tayila picked up on their sultry skills. She saw grown men drool and become enamored by them, knights shedding their chainmail with their honour before their flirtatious beckons and smouldering looks, and learnt of all the advantages to be had by playing others as they wished to be played.

Tayila always assumed she would either live the rest of her days nicking from carts in the marketplace or join a mummers’ band – she could tell a tale convincingly enough. But one day when she sneaked into the Red Keep just so that she could tell the other street urchins she could, a guard grabbed her by her ratty collar and plunked her down before the king. Tayila had stared up at King Daerys, had remembered tales of his mercy from the pardoned peasants themselves, but saw only a graying man with stern wrinkles. So she burst into tears, hoping a girl’s saltwater would soften the king’s tempered heart and send her out the gates with little more than stern warning. 

Instead, she had been granted a place at the hearth of his kitchens, and served as handmaiden to Princess Viseria for a year, during which she learnt to read and write, and to listen to those who spoke around her. When she crept in shadows in play, the walls had ears, and - oh - did people talk when they thought only darkness remained to hear them!

Other
Now that the King’s Wards are coming, Tayila will serve Lady Manasa Stark of Winterfell.

Played by @Kaalee

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.

If everyone already believes the worst in me, then what does it matter what I do?


Name: Robyn Greyjoy
Age: 15
House: Greyjoy
Parents: Lady Lysa Harlaw- The eldest daughter of the former lord of the Ten Towers, she was betrothed to the heir to Greyjoy from the moment he was born. She was raised docile and obedient. She was a quiet woman, until her death at the hands of the Lord Greyjoy for not producing a son.
Lord Harlon Greyjoy- The only son of his parents, his mother died and his father was notoriously cruel, in turn fashioning Harlon after him. Harlon wanted a plethora of sons in his wake, to bring into being an empire of Greyjoy's who would rule Westeros until the end of days. Unfortunately all he got was daughters. After his sixth daughter, he murdered his wife in a fit of rage and insanity. 
Siblings: She has several younger sisters
Hanna
Margery
Regina
Ayana
Katia
Personality: Robyn grew up loveless, and a mother figure for her youngest sisters. She's not cruel, but she does play the games that's expected of her. She will not be a docile, spineless creature like her mother. She will forge her own path, not a pawn for anyone but the queen she was meant to be. 
Skills: She has all the skills of a traditional woman, sewing, painting, singing, the such but as an Ironborn daughter, she can captain a vessel, and knows rudimentary sword work. 
Religion: She prays to the Drowned God
Bio: Her father hadn't given up when she was born first, although he was still disappointed. He figured he could use her to get a political advantage though, so he trained her to notice things, and to be useful to him in a position of power. Once he received the notice that the Targaryen King wanted wards, he thought it was the Drowned God answering his prayers. Little did he know that she was loyal to no one but herself. 
Other:


Played by @Xenonia
Appearance: 
Quote about your Character: "He's bold, sure. But bold does not make him a true Greyjoy."
Quote by your Character: "Men are like twigs, even the strongest will snap under a forceful heel."
Name: Lowell Salt
Nickname: Ser Lowell the Stoneblooded
Age: 33
House: Greyjoy (Bastard)
Parents: Aemon Greyjoy, a cousin to the king of the Isles.
Siblings: None legitimate.
Personality: Ser Lowell takes the best traits of an Ironborn and mixes them with the worst traits of a bastard: He is strong, capable, and quite brave, but quick to give others credit he deserves, and easily humiliated. His anger is bottled away, hidden until the heat of battle, as any bastard knows their place is never assured, and one mistake could mean the end. 
Skills: Ser Lowell is an excellent swordsman, rivaling the skills of the fearsome Braavosi first swords, or a Khal of the Dothraki. His marksmanship with a crossbow is also quite adequate, though not anywhere near as remarkable.
Religion: Faith of the Drowned God
Bio: Lowell Salt was born in unforgiving circumstances, to a cruel but craven father, in a land ruled by thieves and murderers. His mother was one of Aemon Greyjoy's "salt wives", marking him as little more than a peasant with a slightly better house. He hated the Islands, and left them as soon as he could, to travel Westeros as an unlanded Hedge Knight, taking a squire from the Riverlands to help guide him in the odd world of mainland politics.
Other: He firmly believes in the 'iron price'.

Played by @Lionheart
Appearance: A tall man standing at about 6', he has the build of a runner, lean and fit without particularly bulky muscles. His golden hair is messy and fails where it may, sometimes obscuring his eyes which are a piercing green. His unshaven face bears slight stubble, creases that come from smiling, and he has a small scar on his right cheek.

"He's got the look of a Lion, he does. Graceful and majestic."

"Why use a sword when a silver-tongue is a lot cleaner?"

Name: Willam Lannister
Nickname: 
Age: 16
House: Lannister
Parents: 
His Mother, Lady Jeyne Marbrand is a kind, brave woman who will talk your ear off about the the most senseless things. Probabably where Willam got his people skills from. She's youngest daughter of Lord Rylan Marbrand of Ashmark.

His Father, Lord Garric Lannister is a strong and proud man, who is known to almost never show hesitation and always know the right answer. Actually, he just perfected the art of always seeming like he knew the best course of action. He has been a beloved Lord for a long time, now, and despite a number of flaws when it comes to tactics he is still highly competent. He cares a lot for his people and attempts to be a good role model, polite and generous, if a bit strict on those under his command at times.

Siblings: Willam has a single younger sister named Rose who's a decade younger. 

Personality: Willam is a bright, carefree, and gregarious person. He hates responsibility and the "Stuffy nobles" that dwell in the castle and would much rather be out amongst the common people, talking and working where he can. Willam's a peace-loving man who'll try his best to talk himself out of any situation.

He is the epitome of "Lordly courtesy" as he never forgets his manners, indeed he finds the best method to being diplomatic is courtesy and food, lots of food. He loves meeting new people and thoroughly enjoys the company of trusted friends. 

Skills: Willam isn't as physically imposing as his father or other young men his age, he makes up for that in part by his weapon choice and in part by his fighting style. Willam utilizes the spear's superior reach to deftly knock aside strikes and stay out of his enemies range. He uses swift footwork and some trickery to send his foes off balance. Though he's no slouch with a sword either, being trained by the best teachers Lannister gold could buy. In addition he is a very accomplished Falconer, using his bird Medea to hunt small game. 
Religion: Faith of the Seven.

Bio: Willam grew up as the only son to one of the most powerful men in Westeros, as such it'd be an understatement to say he felt a little bit of pressure from his father. So he was trained day in and day out to succeed his father, though Willam didn't really enjoy any of it as he's grown older he finds the skills more and more invaluable. He was absolutely ecstatic when his younger sister was born and is deeply devoted to her, parting from her has been one of the most painful things the young man has done. 

Other: He has a tendency to sneak out of the castle and pretend he's a normal boy, the longest he's gone was 3 days before his father found him.

Played by @Obscene Symphony

Pictured here in rare condition: Frowning, and with minimal adornments. Photo pre-scarring (see Other). He stands at 5'11 with the lean, well-muscled form of an acrobat and boasts brown eyes with copper flecks that give them a strange reddish hue from a distance, not unlike rust. His skin is slightly darker than in the picture.

”The boy has fire in his blood, to say the least. Fire and wine, and no small amount of venom." 

”What good is a life without pleasures? Pleasures of drink, of combat, of flesh, anything to keep the blood boiling, really.”


Name: Prince Artoran Tritan Sand

Nickname: Toran (used by his friends and family) 
Scorched One (used by peasants and lesser nobility - widely known, never said to his face lest the speaker value his tongue)

Age: 17

House: Martell

Parents: Toran’s father, Prince Mikael Martell, could have competed even with his great uncle Oberyn in his lustful tendencies; he had many children by many women, and loved and cared for all of his children and their mothers.

Toran’s mother, Dardana Namieith, was no different. She cared greatly for Mikael, and he in return, though the Prince was too unsettling in his desires to choose any single bride and thus, never married.

Siblings: Three half-sisters and four half-brothers, some as old as twenty-seven or as young as two. He is the eldest known son, and the third child. 

Personality: Toran is firstly and most predominantly charming. A savvy ladies man (well, anyone’s man, really) he is most often found enjoying himself in some way or another, be it training, lounging, or endlessly flirting. His soul is as light as his feet, and he has few cares in the world. His anger bears striking likeness to a whip; fast, loud and painful. Like any self-respecting Dornishman, he is deeply rooted to his family. He believes that kindness is never wasted, although he's been known to hold grudges over long-kept family fueds (COUGH COUGH Lannisters). 

Skills: Strange as it sounds, Toran adores acrobatics, and implements it in spear fighting (any true Dornishman would know how to fight with a spear) and hand-to-hand combat. Lately, he's been particularly enjoying the challenge of fighting with a staff or a dagger, and carries his staff with him. He is quite gifted with animals (particularly Toruk, his pet and companion of sorts) and has learned much from his maester-in-training sister about fire and every way he can get his hands on to make and control it. He has trained long and hard to use fire smoothly in combat, but is still restricted in this skill to simple manoeuvres. 

Religion: Born into the Faith of The Seven, though he does not actively practice. 

Bio: Born the bastard son of Prince Mikael Martell, Toran grew up with a life unheard of for bastards in any other country in Westeros. Where a bastard in King’s Landing or Winterfell would face disgrace and shun, he enjoyed nobility and luxury, a large family and boastful wealth. With his family’s standing greatly improved after King Daerys took a Martell, Toran’s aunt no less, as his Queen. He spent his days enjoying the best food and wine, learning and training with court Maesters and fine combat teachers, and endlessly flirting with whatever beauty happened to catch his eye. He travelled often to King’s Landing, as his father and the Queen were quite close. 
His father answered the King’s summons, and with help from his queen aunt, Toran was in. He looks forward to seeing his aunt and Targaryen cousins, enjoying King’s Landing and perhaps earning some ‘favour’ with the other wards. 

Other: Toran gets his name “Scorched One” from an accident that happened when he first started training with fire. He received severe burns on his arms, left hip and the right side of his neck/face. Luckily, due to a talented maester, his wounds healed with very little disfiguration; really, the most noticeable feature of these scars are that they are starkly pale in comparison to his otherwise tan skin. While he doesn’t really resent the scars, he despises the name, as it implies failure. Few people have called him that name sincerely and left the room intact.

Played by @Odysseus
Appearance/Approximate Representation: Beregard is a tall, strong youth - but slender, able to move suddenly and fast. His fair falls wildly around his face, curly and black and his eyes are a piercing blue - like a tradition Baratheon. His jawline is on the thin side and his chin sharp - as well as his nose. Beregard always seems to have dirt under his fingernails, and on his clothing.



There must be something wrong with Beregard, to have been sent away like he was. Boy's probably not all there in the head.

-- Lord Allus Dondarrion, in reference to Beregard's absence at court

A Baratheon needs to hunt. Or so I'm told.

-- Bear

Name: Beregard Baratheon

Nickname: Bear

Age: 17

House: Baratheon

Parents: Bear's mother, Osyra, rules the Stormlands. She is a tall, bony woman with long silvery black hair that is said to sweep the floor when she walks. Osyra is said to be as devoted to R'hllor as Stannis was - in fact, she regularly holds rituals in Storm's End, and the villagers are said to have nightmares from the noises that rise from the castle during the rituals. Osyra employs several priests and priestesses of R'hllor as her personal council - and all are said to be powerful magicians, strengthened by the return of dragons. It is said that Osyra is extremely bitter about her family's loss of the Crown, almost to the point of madness. Bear's father, Rolynd, was of House Connington and took his wife's name. He passed away a few years ago.

Siblings: Beregard has an older brother, Boremund, who is diplomatic and bookish. He also has an older sister, a bastard named Belinda, who is a master huntress, and spends most of her time in the wildernesses of the world. She has been from Asshai and back again, hunting different game with her brother. 

Personality: Bear has little regard for pleasantries. He is blunt and often not political in his remarks. He has little value for 'noble blood', and tends to not judge based on class (although he reserves many other reasons to judge people). Bear often thinks less of nobles for being soft and weak; he was raised to respect cunning and a will for survival. Not artificial cunning, learned from books or from jousting competitions, but from living in nature and surviving by yourself, not relying on a servant. Bear's favorite past-time is hunting, and he loves to show off his trophies. Bear also tends to lack social graces expected of nobles.

Skills: Bear is a remarkable hunter. He can track game and set traps with ease, and is excellent with a bow. That being said, his swordplay could use serious work, and even an apprentice could probably best him in melee combat, and he doesn't know the ass end of a horse from its face. He can also hunt - and therefore fight - with a spear and with nets. Bear is fast and always away of his surroundings - habits from when he hunted dangerous game in wild lands such as Sothoryos.

Religion: Bear respects the power R'hlloran priests command, but he isn't sure about the God itself. He believes in the power of nature as an entity.

Bio: When the nobility speaks of the next Baratheon generation, most only know to mention Boremund, the heir, and the one who makes all of the appearances at courts. The younger brother, as well as the bastard sister, are often left out. This is, in fact, intentional. Osyra does not talk of her youngest, and when people ask, she waves them off. "Bear will never be my heir, he will never have a say in governing. What do you care about him? Be gone with you!" Is what many a noble have heard from the Lady Paramount of the Stormlands. 

In reality, Bear was raised in Storm's End for the beginning of his life. He was trained in everything a normal noble boy was trained in. He was taught by a maester, learned swordplay by a knight, taught religious rituals by a priest of R'hllor. However, unlike other nobles, a close friend of Osyra, a convicted poacher, would take Bear into the woods to hunt game. At first it was rabbits, raccoon, that sort of thing. Then, they started hunting deer and boars. Even, yes, bears. When Beregard was 13, he was a dual noble in training as well as a decent hunter. And then, on his thirteenth birthday, he was taken away in the dead of night, put on a boat, and set sail for the Free Cities. His sister Belinda was with him. She only said that the Baratheons needed them to hunt. And so they hunted.

For the next four years, Beregard and Belinda traveled the world together, hunting every animal known to man, from the most benign to the most dangerous. They knew no comforts afforded to the other members of Baratheon blood. They lived off the land, stole or took what they needed. Belinda was extremely hard in training Bear, and for many years he resented her for pushing him so hard. Eventually, however, the two bonded and are now extremely close. They can practically communicate without talking. They have been from Asshai to the jungles of Sothoryos looking for dangerous creatures to hunt. 

When Daerys demanded a ward, Osyra gladly accepted. Daerys expected Boremund, but instead he got Beregard. The king was mildly shocked. He only half believed that this Baratheon child really existed. And who was that strange woman that accompanied him? More importantly, why did they smell so bad...

Other: Might fill in as the RP goes on.


Played by @Odysseus




She will make Baratheon strong again.

-- Lady Osyra Baratheon

The trick to hunting is to take away what makes your prey strong.

-- Belinda

Name: Belinda Storm

Nickname: Belinda the Boar

Age: 24

House: Baratheon

Parents: Shares a mother with Bear. Her father was Isyac, a commoner and convicted poacher who Osyra fell in love with. Once she had Belinda, she elevated Isyac to the role of special adviser. He took it upon himself to train Bear and Belinda both, and then send them off into the world to hunt. He had a special plan in mind for them...

Siblings: Half-sister of Boremund Baratheon and Beregard Baratheon.

Personality: Belinda is a nasty, mean woman. She has less manners than a convicted raper, a nobleman has been quoted saying. Belinda doesn't care who she offends or who is her enemy. In fact, a casual observer would wonder what she does care about. She lacks any social graces, much like Bear but to an even greater extent. She has no hint of nobility in her... and yet, she can display nobility when she wants to. Like a flipped switch, Belinda can blend in with Kings and Queens. It's unsettling, to those that have seen it in action.

Skills: Belinda is a master huntress, having known how to use a bow since she was a toddler. She can track game, move silently and quickly, and is like a walking bestiary. She doesn't know how to use a sword, however, but is mildly skilled in spears and netting. She also knows a few incantations that the R'hlloran priests taught her. She seems to be able to summon an air of unluckiness about her, where her enemies (mostly non-human) find themselves stumbling and failing at everything they do. This is done rarely, however, and greatly tires her out.

Religion: Belinda believes God can be found in nature, and holds nothing sacred except what she can see.

Bio: Belinda's childhood was spent in Storm's End, being raised by Isyac. Isyac always trained her to hunt, ever since she could pick up a bow. She would always ask why, and Isyac would always reply that the Baratheons needed to hunt. That the Stags needed to hunt. Isyac often trained Belinda to the point of exhaustion, where her body would physically break down. She had a rough childhood with few pleasantries. She rarely saw her mother, Osyra, but when she did, the Lady Paramount always looked at her with pride. "You will restore the House Baratheon, one day, child," Osyra would always say. It would give Belinda something to feel proud of during all the days that Isyac pushed her near the edge of losing it all.

When Belinda was 18, she left home and hunted abroad with Isyac. They traveled to extremely harsh lands, such as Beyond the Wall, or the hottest jungles of Sothoryos. When she turned 20, Isyac died unexpectedly in a wyvern attack. Belinda killed the Wyvern and returned to Storm's End to share the news of her father's demise. Osyra was devastated, and muttered something about "the plan must move forward!". The next thing Belinda knew, she was on a boat with a young boy she barely knew, set sail for the city of Myr. "Train this boy to be as good as you," Osyra said. "As good as Isyac was. Do this, and you will make Baratheon strong again."

Other: Will Update as the story goes on.


Played by @smarty0114

That girl has all the wit of the Queen of Thorns, and none of the wrinkles.
I assure you my lord, I meant no offense. My goal was to see you fall from grace, but never to offend.

Name: Alerie Tyrell
Nickname: Highgarden's Thorn
Age: 15
House: Tyrell
Parents: Her father is Lord Garlan Tyrell, who is the current ruler of House Tyrell and a fool obsessed with chivalric tales and true love.

Her mother is Lady Megga Tyrell, a woman that Lord Garlan met while having a feast. She was his servant girl and he quickly fell in love. Megga realized her opportunity and snatched it, propelling herself far in the social order. While Garlan's aunt may look on her with disdain, she is well liked by most Tyrells.

Siblings: Randyll, a boy of two.

Personality: Alerie is very much the vision of propriety. She speaks with words drenched in honey and she knows just how to control a conversation. She isn't so much arrogant as she is aware of her beauty, and she often uses it to her advantage. Loyalty is a foreign concept to her as she really is only in it for herself. This being said, she will protect her friends and family, to a certain degree.

Skills: Alerie is a skilled seamstress and she is also quite adept at using herbs. When she was young she learned that most people believed poison to be a woman's weapon, and thus demanded to be taught. She is also a decent sword fighter, having been trained by a Water Dancer.

Religion: The Faith of the Seven

Bio: Alerie grew up very nicely. She spent her days wandering the maze of Highgarden, often getting lost. She was always rather close with her great aunt, Lora Tyrell. The woman taught her many things and they have always been close. However, Alerie's life soon became very important to her father. The Tyrell's wanted power, more than anything, and so when the king's message arrived, she was sent to King's Landing to secure friendships, and hopefully a betrothal that could aid the Tyrells.

Other:


Played by @NarcissisticPotato


Small and frail like the past few generations of Arryns are how most initially perceive her but they're dreadfully wrong. Ever since a young age, Alyssa was a climber and the servants casually joked that she was half goat. She's never wished to be a little lady and although she does have the appearance of one, she's the direct opposite - she's trained in whatever weapon her father allowed. Couple that with the climbing and most are surprised when she exposes both her speed and strength.

"Hmm... Another little falcon, you say? I hear she soars higher than any of her forefathers. There's Andal Blood in her veins; pure and furious, you see. But the little falcon better watch where she flies - her enemies do not walk upon the ground. No, her enemy hangs in the night sky, pale as snow with a beauty that can kill. T'is a dangerous time for little falcons, it seems."

"My father was weak, his father was weaker and his grandfather was the weakest. I am not weak. I will break the moon in two and let its blood seep down into Alyssa's Tears. If the knights of the Vale will not follow me then I shall find new knights. Then we will go fishing, yes?"

Name: Alyssa Arryn

Nickname: Little Falcon (by those who favour her). The Arryn's Last Whore (by those who don't).

Age: 16

House: Arryn

Parents:
Lord Roland III Arryn:
It was said that in his youth, although he lacked physical strength, he was a wise man and very nearly repaired the Arryn's broken name. However, after falling into ill health, his mind weakened and he spent most of his days locked away in his chambers. He was ashamed that he failed in his mission to earn loyalty for his family again but used that shame to empower his only child, Alyssa. In her, he didn't encourage traditional virtues befitting of a lady - he knew she was the last hope they had and she had to be a strong leader or they would be wiped out. He taught her strategy, combat and politics. Alyssa loves him to no end but she knows he won't last much longer.

Lady Jeyne Hunter:
Alyssa never really knew much about her mother. She has a few small slivers of memories of the woman in which she remembers bright auburn hair and a gentle voice but that's about the height of it. Her father refuses to speak of her (Alyssa suspects a broken heart). From the small information she's gathered, she understood that her mother had great difficulty birthing her and when she was to bring another child into the world, she passed from blood loss, along with the child. Most held her in high regard, calling her beautiful and wise beyond her years.

Siblings: None.

Personality:
In the old ages, the Arryns were always recognised as able-bodied and noble but in recent times, both traits have seemed to be eradicated. Jon Arryn marked the last of the strong Arryns and the sons that followed him only seemed to be weak and afraid. Alyssa marks a turning point in the long history of the pureblood family. Unlike those who came before her, she's physically capable of fighting men who would have cut her father to pieces and it's no secret that she's kicked many a nobleman from his high horse in combat. To her, strength means everything in this trying time but she refuses to forget her honour. She wishes to be the greatest of Arryns and be remembered as the one who united the Vale under the Falcon's banner once again.

Outside of her duties, Alyssa can be passionate to the point where it borders on unhealthy. If she believes in something, she'll follow it to the end and she's outwardly not a big fan of the web of lies that are spun in the capitol. To her, honesty is a virtue, even if it is a brutal one at that. Mostly, she can be viewed as inappropriate with little care to whether she's offending the butcher's boy or the King of the Seven Kingdoms. She views most other noble families as cowards and she's been warned on more than one occasion that deeming the Targaryens no better than, "snakes in the grass", can lose her a head or two. Hotheaded and stormy, she'd be better suited as a Baratheon but her treacherous tongue has earned her both supporters and haters.

Skills:
It's no surprise that Alyssa was once viewed as half goat - learning to climb in the Eyrie of all places is no simple task and it requires a certain disregard for death. Through it all, she's become a better climber than most can ever claim to be. In terms of combat, she's bested nearly all of the Vale's knights that have come up against her (although they may have gone easy on her). She's become proficient in the use of daggers, short swords and sabers. Not only that but after reading of the Volantis Guards, the Tiger Cloaks, and their clawed gauntlets, she had her own pair forged which she seems awfully fond of. Traditional, lady-like pastimes go way over her head, even when she does put her mind to it. She could disarm a knight in a few strokes but needles are just pesky little bastards that only serve to prick her. 

Religion: The Seven

Bio:
Even since a young age, Alyssa was always different. She rarely, if ever, played with the other children around her age, preferring to sneak away to the abandoned parts of the Eyrie. Some put it down to shyness while others reckoned it was just the initial symptoms of the Arryn's curse. The smartest, however, believed that she was just angry at everything around her. Even from a young age it was obvious that she wasn't very safe. The Knights of the Moon were garnering substantial power during this time and she had heard the whisperings of the servants. Her only option was to submit to the Lord of the Moon and pledge her hand in marriage or to wait in the Eyrie until his forces convinced her guards that guarding wasn't a good idea; she'd be found with her throat slit then.

Alyssa blatantly refused both options. She sought knowledge from her father - knowledge of war and leadership. She had no intent of dying or submitting. Alyssa only grew angrier as her knowledge grew. She yearned to see the outside world but knew that the threats around her limited her greatly. Anger led to hatred and soon she began concocting her own plans on how to rid herself of a pesky rebellion. All she had to do after that was wait. Wait and watch.

Other:
- Really hates the Tullys. She fully believes they are behind the Knights of the Moon rising to power so quickly. Actually, she doesn't really like most of the other great families...
- Regularly covers herself in a cloak in an attempt to conceal her gender so she may fight other opponents.
- Believes the Targaryens aren't suited for the monarchy but she doesn't publicly display this - they have dragons, after all.


Played by @Emma

"Lady Alianne has always been quite a phlegmatic child...I've only seen her truly smile around her family."  

"Forgiveness is a privilege, and its not something I'm very good at granting. So if you betray me, you're just asking for my retribution. Luckily I'm not ignorant like most girls who handout their trust like fools."

Name: Alianne Tully
Nickname: Called Ally by her sisters. Her brother calls her Amber due to her hair color.  
Age: 14 3/4
House: Tully

Parents:
Father - Cyril Tully. Blue eyes, auburn hair, lanky build, overall not much to look at. He is a scholarly man to say the least. Known to be intelligent, strict, and confident. He is not much of a warrior, leaving the heroics and fighting to his younger brothers Vetis and Emerson Tully. Three years before he married Fidelma Redwyne; his lover was a servant woman named Deena, and she gave birth to his illegitimate son Corrick. Deena tragically died a few hours after giving birth. Cyril is 46 years old. He married Fidelma to combine the Redwyne and Tully fleets. 

Mother - Fidelma Tully nee Redwyne. Beautiful red hair, brown eyes, fair skinned, and covered in freckles. She is a rather stoic and gloomy woman, who enjoys needlework, and tea. She has had seven children with Cyril, but only three have survived past infancy. She sees her husband's bastard as a nuisance, but she accepts him and treats him like one of her own. She hopes to give her husband a son to be his heir. She is 37 years old.  

Siblings:
Sister - Serena Tully is ten years old. She has auburn hair, and light brown eyes. She is overly confident, clumsy, and funny. Serena is tall for her age, and she can usually be found running through the halls, playing practical jokes, or eavesdropping. 

Sister - Rosalind Tully is six years old. Wavy red hair, hazel eyes, and lots of freckles, she is like a mini copy of their mother. She is rather shy, and sickly. Follows their mother like a shadow. She was born deaf in one ear, and has terrible eyesight, so she is usually seen squinting. She likes to knit clothes for her dolls.    

Brother - Corrick Rivers is Alianne's half-brother. Her father's bastard son. Corrick is nineteen years old, with blonde hair and gray eyes. His mother's name was Deena. She died soon after giving birth to him. He has been raised beside his legitimate sisters, with the same privileges, and care. Treated as if he were also Legitimate by his family, he considers himself lucky. He is a great sword fighter, but not much of a bowman. He is a flirt, and wishes to one day become legitimate, and possibly be his father heir. He likes to gamble, and usually wins. His nickname is Cory. 

Other - Four younger siblings all deceased. Alaric died when he was three years old, from complications with his Epilepsy. Isolde died when she was seven years old, from a wasting illness. Lyra died whens she was twelve months old, from pneumonia. And lastly Edmure died when he was two years old, from smallpox. 

Other Family:
Uncle - Vetis Tully. Took the black when he was 20 years old, and is now first ranger of the nights watch. He is friendly to everyone, likable and sarcastic. He has dark auburn hair, and blue eyes. Vetis is tall and slim. He is agile and strong for being 44 years old. He is a devote follower of the Faith of the Seven.

Uncle - Emerson Tully is 38 years old, and very handsome. He has light auburn hair, light blue eyes, a well maintained beard, and is attractively muscular. He was 'Master of Ships' up until four years ago when he was granted land of his own. He is now a Landed Knight, and commander of the Tully navel fleets. Emerson is cunning, and ambitious. He basically does everything for the advancement of his house, and though his older brother Cyril is the head of house, Emerson is the one getting things done while Cyril has his nose in a book. He is married to Doline Karstark, and they have two sons together; Criss & Rolf. Criss is seven, and Rolf is four. 

Aunt - Doline Tully nee Karstark is 25 years old. Married to Emerson Tully for love rather then mutual gain. She has black brown hair, and brown eyes. Otherwise considered mildly pretty, she takes after her Dornish mother. She likes to eat sweets, and is fond of flowers. She is very caring, and warmhearted. She is unable to have anymore children due to complications after giving birth to her youngest son Rolf. 

Other - Alianne also has many aunts, uncles, and cousins on her mother's side of the family. 

Personality: Alianne is a mix of her parents personalities, as she is highly intelligent like her father, and stoical like her mother. An old soul type, she is mature beyond her years. She is good at keeping her emotions in check, as controlling her emotions within herself comes naturally. She is rather contemplative and sensible compared to most girls her age. She has a soft side for children, and defenseless animals. Alianne is unusually perceptive, and knows what is expected of her. She does not trust others easily, and is rather cynical of people in general. Not that she comes off as such, she like to portray herself, as polite, and unassuming. For the handful of people that really know her they see her truthful, outspoken, and audacious side. 

Her father considers education very important, so she is highly educated, and thus articulate and freethinking. Her mothers raised her with a strong moral background, so to Alianne values fairness and justice quite a bit. She is extremely loyal and protective of those she loves and puts her trust in. She places her family's well being above all others, and doesn't believe she could ever love or be close to people like she is with her family. Alianne does not forgive easily, and betraying her trust is the worst possible thing, as she has no qualms about revenge or getting even. She will hit you where it hurts most.

For those who don't know her, they might see Alianne as a quiet, impassive, composed, and overall boring young lady.  

Skills:
- Needlework 
- Astronomy 
- Equestrian
- Swimming
- Playing Cards
- Writing/Calligraphy
- Archery
- Playing the Harp & Harpsichord
- Book Keeping & running a household

Religion: Faith of the Seven (Truly Agnostic)

Bio: Alianne grew up in Riverrun alongside her siblings. Her father made sure to supply a rigorous education, and her mother made sure Alianne excelled in all the noble lady pursuits. She is deeply protective of her siblings, and is closest with her half brother Corrick, who taught her how to ride, shoot a bow, and play cards. 

As a young girl her father would spend hours reading to her, and her sisters. He read books about the stars, history, gods, legends, far off lands, dragons, and much more, resulting in Alianne's love of reading, and astronomy. For the times when he was not at home, letter writing became the means of communication between her and her father, as he traveled from library to library, sending home gifts for his wife and children. 

As a little girl her mother would braid Alianne's hair, and take her for walks in the gardens, reciting poems, and praising Alianne for her pretty face, and good manners. As she got older, many afternoons were spent with her mother by the fire, as they embroidered designs on silk. With the deaths of four of her siblings, and her mothers resulting gloominess, Alianne took over as the motherly figure to her younger sisters for the times when her mother couldnt handle it. 

Other: Has a pet rabbit named Romilly, and a horse named Merryweather.


Played by @Xenonia
Appearance: 

Quote about your Character: "You're a good lad, Bern, but you're not a knight yet."
Quote by your Character: "As you say, Master."
Name: Bernard Mudd
Nickname: Bern, Mud-boy
Age: 12
House: Mudd
Parents: John III Mudd, a brave but foolish man, and an unnamed mother (both now dead).
Siblings: None
Personality: Bern is a very affable child, gregarious and charming in many ways. Although he is of a 'noble house', he is neither prideful nor arrogant, believing humility to be the most important of virtues. He is, however, a bit of a coward, fearing swords, axes, whips, and such. This has not prevented him from becoming a squire to Ser Lowell.
Skills: He is a very charming boy, and is learning how to fight with a sword.
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Bio: When he was a young child, Bern loved to hear the stories about his House: their "extinction" and noble return, the heroes and kings... He dreamed to one day live it. Unfortunately, the part that he ended up living was the 'extinction' bit, when at the age of ten, he watched his father and family slain by soldiers of House Frey. Bern only survived by hiding within the horrid Sepulchre his great great grandfather had been buried in, and he was forced to remain there for weeks. It was not until he was found by the brave Ser Lowell that he began to recover from the affair, and has stayed faithfully by his master's side ever since.
Other: He has the ancient crown of House Mudd stashed away in his sack, to prevent it from being lost to enemy houses.



Not the most imposing of figures, Tariq stands at a respectable 5’8”, with a lithe, leanly muscled build. Fading scars line his skin, and he walks with a slight limp from a past injury. Still, he carries himself with an air of tepid arrogance and regality, as is common for one of his station. Dark-haired and olive-skinned, it is not hard to notice his Ghiscari heritage, though his accent is a dead giveaway for the unusually oblivious. The wealth Tarik has acquired through his father’s slaving business has allowed him to incubate a taste for the finer things in life. His fingers (two of which are missing from his right hand) are often adorned with golden rings, and he always dresses in the finest embroidered vests, shirts, breeches, and boots money can buy.


“The gleaming of precious jewels, that white, sparkling smile... None of it can hide the blood on his hands, and he’d be a fool to think otherwise.”

“Ours is the blood of ancient Ghis, whose empire was old when Valyria was but a squalling child. You would do well to remember that, my friend, if you fancy keeping your tongue.”


Name:
Tariq zo Hazzar, though he’s known to most as Jaqos Vhassinar.

Nickname:
-

Age:
28

House:
House of Hazzar

Parents:
Grizhin zo Hazzar - A sturdy, broad-shouldered Yunkai’i, even in his old age. While he may seem slow and dull-witted, he has a head for business like no other, building up his empire over the years.
Sirera Dynion - A noblewoman from Norvos, attracted to Grizhin by his bottomless wealth, rather than any true affection. She left soon after Tariq was born, leaving him in the care of his father and his many servants.

Siblings:
He has many half-siblings, though none he particularly cares about.

Personality:
At first glance, Tariq might seem like someone you could easily befriend. Disarmingly charismatic, he is exceptionally skilled at talking his way out of any and all situations. But that doesn’t mean that with his playful repartee and downright infectious laugh that he isn’t dangerous - the blood of old Ghis still runs strong in his veins, after all. Cruel, mercurial and self-serving, he doesn’t abide by the rules, he doesn’t play fairly, and he certainly doesn’t let anyone think they can get one up on him. Every thought in his brain is designed toward his purpose, his goal, and anything at hand will be treated like a tool. If there’s any atrocity he won’t commit, it is only because of its impracticality.

That however doesn’t mean he has no soft spot to speak of, it merely is particularly difficult to find. Naturally venomous and aloof, he is used to putting on a variety of faces so as to achieve any means to an end. He won’t hesitate to mock a person’s stupidity and praise it all in one breath. Never assume that what face he puts on is what he truly feels, it'd be the last thing you’d do.

Skills:
- Tariq is exceptionally skilled at talking his way in and out of any situation under the sun; courtesy of a lifetime of practice reading body language. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he has more than enough coin in his pocket to pay off the entirety of the City Watch... twice.

- Fluent in both High Valyrian and the common tongue.

Religion:
The Graces

Bio:
Born in the city of Yunkai, Tariq has lived in the lap of luxury since day one. The city has since been rebuilt, back to its former glory, nearly a century after Daenerys Targaryen had laid siege. Without her presence, or her dragons, the Wise Masters and their loyalists managed to quell the slave rebellion without much trouble. Of course, there was some permanent damage. The seeds of discord had already been sown amongst the slaves in Yunkai, and it would be a good century or two until they finally gave up their dreams of rebellion. Still, these little skirmishes weren’t anything to worry about - hired mercenaries could take care of them. After all, “mhysa” wasn’t returning to liberate them, was she?

The twelfth of his name, Tariq zo Harraz is the blood of Old Ghis, one of its last, remaining scions. Most of his childhood was spent running around his father’s manse, and playing with the children of the other Wise Masters. He holds little memory of his mother, only vague flickers of her deep, green eyes staring back at him, flecked with gold.

Despite his cushy upbringing, not everything was rosy. In one of the greatest uprisings ever seen in decades, a twelve year-old Tariq was caught out on the streets by a group of slaves. His father found him later that night, collapsed in a ditch, beaten bloody and missing two fingers from his right hand.

Countless slaves were tortured and executed in the following weeks, two for each noble that turned up dead or injured. This incident became known throughout Slaver’s Bay as the Night of the Red Harpy.

Ever since then, Tariq has held a special hatred for the lowborn. His cruelty towards those he deemed socially inferior to him were great, and even his father began to grow concerned with his behaviour. Corpses of slaves would turn up in the streets - eyes missing, hands broken - mutilated beyond recognition. The total body count was never something that came to light, but it was clear that Tariq was very quickly becoming an inconvenience, and that he had to be dealt with.

Sensing that his demise was close, Tariq took as much as he could, before chartering a ship bound for Westeros. When the assassins sent by the Wise Masters showed up at the Harraz estate to slip a dagger between his ribs, he was already gone, with nothing left behind but a single chest of silks.

In Westeros, Tariq made a living as a merchant lord - operating under an alias - in Dorne. After all, the Westerosi were strangely opposed to slavery, and it wouldn’t do him any good if people were to find out, would it? With some coin, he managed to shut up any whistleblowers. Still, he can’t keep an eye on everyone, and rumours of the sanguinary being behind the rebuilding of Vulture’s Roost have been spreading, slowly but surely.

Other:
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Appearance: 

Quote about your Character:
"It's hard to believe he is a bastard's bastard"
Quote by your Character:
"There are only three constants in this world. Money, Drink and Passion”
“Trust me...the Dog's bite is much worse than it's bark"
Name: Aeryn Sand
Nickname: 
The Dog of Dorne.
Age: 24
House: Bastard of Clegane
Parents: 
Mother - Sathis - A common woman of Dorne. Blessed with the striking qualities of being pleasant to look at, Sathis was a servant girl for the Martell's in Sunspear. 
With long black hair and startlingly clear green eyes, she is only ever seen...not one to speak. 
Father - Talhor Clegane - A man after his predecessor, Gregor's, heart. Strong, brutal, massive. Talhor is the reason Aeryn could become a mercenary...his fathers reputation and word of promise giving Aeryn the ability to escape the drudgery of Dornish. Talhor is the recognized and legitimized bastard of the current head of House Clegane.
Siblings: unknown to Aeryn.
Personality: Aeryn fills the stereotype of what a man from Dorne would be. Arrogant in his skills in combat and with the ladies, the black haired Clegane bastard would give the Red Viper a run for his money when it came to a tongue of silver. His wit and charisma is matched only by his natural skills of his twin heritages. Spears for his Dornish mother and the sword skill inherited by his Clegane father. Aeryn is cocky, witty, sharp tongued and perpetually amused by something. There are times that this personality fades though. The cocky smirk that graces pale lips becomes shockingly sober when the time requires it, mostly when he must stand on ceremony or when it comes to devising strategy.
Skills:
- Charmer and charismatic.
- Skilled in the spears of Dorne due to his time spent in Sunspear and skilled with a bastard sword after following his father on some Mercenary contracts.
- Well spoken. 
- Good with his ‘Spear’.....ladies.
Religion: R'hllor 
Bio: 
Aeryn was born to a legitimized Clegane bastard mercenary and a Dornish commoner. A bastard's bastard. While this would be an immense affront in most Westeros...Aeryn's nature as a Dornish native makes him less shunned and more embraced. A child of passion, growing up quickly due to the adult situations being the son of a noble servant would place him in. As a child, Aeryn saw debauchery and passion and merely deemed it natural. He also saw what it meant to be a skilled warrior, learning quickly on how to use a spear in the same flashy manner as the Dornish did. The pale skinned Dorne quickly grew in reputation as a skilled student of warfare. His natural skill in picking up warfare seemed indicative of his parentage. 

His father came back through Dorne when Aeryn turned 16 and collected his son to train his spawn to become a mercenary for the House Clegane. As such Aeryn became a Sellsword under the close eye of his father. Taking up his sword and his spear, Aeryn spent the past eight years as a sellsword, moving from company to company...contract to contract. That was until a Tully noble contacted him to privately ensure the safety of his niece as the King called in the noble children to become his wards. Aeryn figured a time spent in King’s Landing surrounded by pretty women and alcohol would be a good decision. 
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[CHAR] The Wards of The King- A Song of Ice and Fire Roleplay

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