The ride wasn't very exciting. It was long, and people tried to talk to pass the time. Most of the time Joane didn't feel like talking or doing much, as she'd was saving her energy to try and cope with the nobility later on. Plus, traveling always made her a little motion sick if she rode for too long in a carriage. Soon enough they arrived, and Joane loathed that she'd have to sit watching knights show off for hours.
Honestly, she wished that she could be entered. Mostly for the sake of her own advancement, but it would not be princess-like for her to do so, so she'd play the part of the ditzy and distant northerner and see if her beauty couldn't help her brother or sister get more alliances for the north. She could play politics all day, and the game was easy. Smile, look pretty, and try no to appear conniving and like you were planning something.
Running a kingdom like her mother did was... a whole other matter. There were taxes, alliances, tithes, a whole bunch of numbers and dances and appearances to keep up at all times. Joane wasn't as much interested in it like her siblings were. Action was required for Joane t be interested in doing anything for the kingdom, and she often fidgeted when sitting still too long, which made the impending tourney all the more irritating.
As they exited the carriages to enter the castle Joane said, "Father, must we all be here for the tourney? I'd rather be home, doing something. At the risk of sounding whiny, I'd rather not deal with people staring at my chest all day and offers of marriage for," Joane paused to deepen her voice for comedic effect, "'the good of the kingdoms for which we shall marry'. I'd rather be home studying numbers and reading for the entire time we're here instead."
She sighed, more out of boredom than anything else. Sigurd probably wasn't looking forward to this either, though probably for different reasons. Joane wondered how she ended up the social butterfly of the family. The one who silently watched her siblings bond with her father for years until she decided to try and make him interact with her and have something common between the two of them. The worst part was that those who knew about her sword fighting ability tended to make jokes about her it, saying that she was unmarriageable because the second she disliked her husband she'd simply kill him out in the open through a duel.
Honestly. If she settled down with a man, she wanted it on her terms. Was that truly so strange?
"At least they'll have decent food here, that's something at the very least."
"I will live my life how I want. If no one agrees with it, then they can get over it, because I will never give up my life and how it is currently."
Name: Jaera "Jace" Fisher
Age: Twenty two years of age.
Titles: Squire
Origin: outskirts of Caerleon
Allegiance: House Ralei
Family:
Saren Fisher - Father Cliera Fisher - Mother Clara - Sister
Personality: A loyal member of the knights, Jace is a rather straightforward individual. Jace prefers actions to words and would rather get something done than hear nobles squabble over it for hours at a time. Jace's bluntness often results in trouble, even if that bluntness comes from a kind place. Jace trains often, preferring to hone her skills of the blade in order to fufill her dream of being in the Kingsguard one day. She also recognizes that what she's doing could get her killed, if not on the battlefield then by a noble insulted by her lies. She simply doesn't seem to care, as long as she is able to do what she loves. She is actually very polite spoken when in formal settings, still blunt, but often eased with many pleases and thank yous. Around people she knows fairly well, her more rural accent comes out and her words tend to slur together. Often times, when she speaks with her accent, people ask her to repeat things they didn't understand the first time.
Background: Born on the outskirts of Caerleon, she was raised by two farmers. "Jaera", or Jace, was content to remain with her family. Until she saw a knight in action when she was five years old. She followed the knight around whenever they arrived in town, and when she was six she managed to scrape up the courage to talk to him. She told him that she wanted to be a knight too, and was told by the knight that girls can't be knights. They're too afraid of blood and weak.
This of course, had the opposite effect on young Jace. She'd been mistaken for a boy before, when she had decided to childishly cut all of her hair off, so why couldn't she try and see how far that lie could be taken? She cut her hair off and tried to enter a tourney, but the knight she'd previously admired caught her. He insisted that she couldn't be a knight, and she kept trying to be one anyway.
Eventually, he relented and trained her some, hoping that she'd grow tired of the training to become a knight quickly and decide to settle down with a family of her own and his tasks he required her to do were increasingly pointless and effort intensive. However, her skills with a sword grew by leaps and bounds and he reluctantly admitted that he would help her become a squire, because the House needed good swordsmen on their side.
Thus, Jace became a page to the house through the sponsor of the knight, and has trained rigorously to become a knight while balancing cleaning and taking care of her rude knight's armor. After she became a squire, she redoubled her efforts to become a knight, now closer than ever to her goal. She hopes to become a knight after the tourney, which would set her ahead of her plan by a large margin, and make her that much closer to becoming a Kingsguard.
@Ambra I'll work on Jallen tomorrow, since he needs well... an overhaul to say the least. Joane has been put in the character tab (edited obviously, but I still have to work on the bio some more and I didn't want to dig for it tomorrow)
Appearance: The silver eyed princess of Lear is 5' 4", and often her hair is up and tied away, only sincerely styled when expected to for guests or potential suitors. When not in formal wear, she is in an easy to move in riding dress or trousers. She is easily described as beautiful and has an unearthly air about her. While she stares straight ahead, it seems that her eyes see through anyone before her, and any potential lies they may try to give her.
Personality: Seeing the bad first in people, Joane prefers to keep her safe distance from attachments that she deems fruitless and potentially deadly. Her only solace is in riding and training in weapons and fighting. She tends to ward people off due to her cold nature, but amongst guests and royalty she is cheerful and seems polite enough. Joane is a social chameleon, often seeming to change depending on the situation. However, this has only been to her benefit thanks to the games other kingdoms like to play. Joan is still utilitarian at heart, using the game to try and destroy it through their own rules. She enjoys making others fulfill their deadly promises themselves.
Background: Compared to her sister Isla, Joane was more distant from her father. She wished to be closer, but never dared to voice her desires to spend more time with him. She measured her time and waited. When that didn't work, Joane decided one day to try and follow in her father's wild footsteps, opting to practice with the sword in secret. The mild winters and bright summers made her ache, wishing deeply for the cold winters that the visitors to the North claim exist.
Joane was a quick study, opting to learn about the history of the kingdom and how to best be of use to the kingdom outside of looking pretty. She learned the art of deception from the outsiders and their mannerisms, often following them and observing how they would act differently from situation to situation. Her silence, she learned, could be a tool. However, she needed to speak as well, and though she wasn't interested in pretending to like strangers, she did so anyway.
Eventually her father realized that his daughter had been training with the sword. Through it, they have grown closer. She has no suitor due to her tendency to keep people at arm's -or sword's- length. It has become apparent that she's not interested in marrying for the kingdom, claiming that her sisters can do that, and that if someone were to win her heart, it would be by action, not words, and that no prince with a honey tongue can do so.
Allegiance: The King, and to a small extent, House Ralei.
Family:
Saren Fisher - Father Cliera Fisher - Mother Clara - Sister
Appearance: The pale hair of the south is very apparent to any who meet Jallen for the first time, and his silver eyes betray some of his northern roots. However, his skin is a little more dark than the image, as he's used to working outside. He's fairly muscular due to his work and is often found in at least chainmail when wandering around town.
Personality: A deeply loyal and determined man, Jallen will stop at nothing to prove himself worthy of his new position. Jallen was raised amongst peasantry, and later became a knight, but some habits die hard, and his manners sometimes slip. However, he tends to take himself very seriously, and thus has very few times where he speaks loosely. He tends to practice with his weapon whenever possible, preferring to go off on his own and train than deal with various political workings.
While he never earned scorn from the various nobles while a squire, his quick promotion has earned some distrust among the ranks and he tries not to let it get to him. His drive is one of his more notable features of his personality. More than anything, he has no room to care for people who are lazy or unmotivated.
Background: Born in the outskirts of Caerleon, Jallen was born to a pair of farmers, and he dreamed from a very young age of becoming a real knight. His younger sister died while he was young, and while he doesn't remember her well, she died at the hands of bandits, which he deemed dishonorable and deserved to die at the hands of knights.
Through chance, a knight passed through, recruiting for the local House. After deciding to try and show off for the knight, which resulted in accidentily knocking the knight down with the large tree branch Jallen used as a practice sword. Jallen was picked to become a squire, and at the age of sixteen he went to train to become a knight for the House Ralien. His natural talent with the sword made him an ideal candidate for knighthood, and he quickly progressed through the ranks.
It wasn't until a tournament arrived that Jallen earned the right to be considered for Kingsguard. After a few more years of dedication, an oath to the king, and a move to the western capital, Jallen was officially promoted to a member of the Kingsguard. He swore loyalty to the King, and took his new duties very seriously.
Some consider his youth to be unusual in the Kingsguard, and think that he was promoted thanks to a sleezy lord looking to put a spy within the ranks. He bears these rumors without a care, intending to prove them incorrect through hard work and dedication.
Sorry about the history I wanted to get this up before I go to work
Personally, I'd like to keep this a bit of a hidden secret that only the Lords and potentially their children would know, but there is something out there, I can tell you. :)
Coming from you, this somehow makes those things more unsettling. Whatever they are. I haven't read/seen GoT so all I got is that the zombies are creepy and werid crap out in the tundras