Appearance: Name: Mors Martell, Prince of Dorne
Age: 37
Personality: Mors Martell is a typical Dornishman: proud, charismatic and headstrong. He is named after the Lord of Sunspear who married the Warrior-Queen Nymeria: a fitting name, many say, because of his strong personality and sense of ambition. He believes in his people, and has been a fair and just ruler throughout his years on the throne. He has encouraged the frequent raiding of the Dornish Marches over the last ten years: and in his efforts to create a united, stronger Dorne, has even managed to pacify the Yronwoods long enough to negotiate a peace amongst the Noble Houses of the Red Mountains, who have always been known for their pointless bickering and feuding.
An intelligent man and an excellent politician as well as a military tactician, Mors is a proud ruler: and not one who will easily submit to foreign authority.
Biography: Mors grew up in Sunspear, under the stern but loving hand of his father, Prince Quentyn Martell. Mors was the first and only child of Quentyn and his wife: although they tried, they were not able to have anymore children together - the fault of which lay with Quentyn, although no one would admit it. As a result of this, Mors was cherished during the early years of his life, and given everything he could possibly wish for - along with a strong education, in things both martial and academic, the latter of which his mother insisted upon.
He had grown into a charismatic, well-learned and capable young man by his sixteenth nameday, who was popular at court and whose skill with a spear and bow on horseback had spread throughout Dorne. His father had been old when he had sired him, and he died two years later: leaving Mors to inherit the throne, barely a man of eighteen years. The Prince was surrounded by flocks of advisors from the day of his coronation, but quickly whittled these down to a much smaller number: recognising those who truly wanted to help him, and those who wished to control him.
Mors had always considered the Dornish people to be superior to those who dwelled in the more fertile lands above them: as a result of this, he spent the first few years of his reign negotiating a long-lasting peace between the Northern Houses, who were constantly shedding as much of each other’s blood as they were of those from The Reach and The Stormlands. Once the peace had been established, the Northern Houses adopted a much more aggressive stance towards those who inhabited the Dornish Marches: harassing and raiding them much more often than they had been for as long as anyone alive could remember.
The Prince has not yet married, but has sired a number of bastards with various different women. He is a well-liked and respected ruler, and most certainly a proud one: although he knows nothing of the coming invasion of the Targaryens, he will not bend the knee lightly.