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The young woman glanced up from the book she had held in her hands, the horse following her brothers as she had asked it to so that she was free to look around or doze as she so pleased. Long fingers delicately turned the page of the aged volume, silver-green eyes slowly reading over the words written in old and elegant scrawl over the yellowed parchment. An old history of King’s Landing, the origins of the names and the dragons that had taken up roost on the many towers of the Red Keep. Such a shame that they had died out with the Targaryen’s in the Sack of King’s Landing. Robert Baratheon, an amazing warrior and talented general had sat upon the throne and made almost as bad a King as Aegon the Mad had. Would it have been any different if Eddard Stark had taken the throne? The crown could have moved to the North, or he may have simply garnered a peace that allowed the King in the North to wear his Iron Crown.
Manasa was pulled out of her musings by the slowing of her horse's pace, gradually coming to a stop just outside of the gates to the Red Keep. The herald was calling out their announcement, yelling louder than was necessary though there was nothing she could do about it. The long two months on the King’s Road was enough to wear out the usually wide awake skinchanger, but the large white and grey direwolf at her side was enough to keep her awake. Strangely enough, Shiva had crawled up on Echo’s back and gone to sleep while they were riding the final stretch today, not waking until they had finally gotten in passed the main gates of the Red Keep. The lynx stretched, yawning widely much to Manasa’s amusement before padding around them, looking for something to eat. “We’ll get you something inside Shiva.” The young lady accepted the help of a young knight boy from the Karstark’s family, his strong and gentle grip assisting her balance and descend from the horse. She had always been better on the horse than her brother, though with how little he rode she often didn’t have the chance to ride unless he was in his lessons with Father.
With the castle guards approaching, Echo and Shiva settled closer to her, each brushing against her hips in comfort. She had never been good with social interaction, and even worse when it came to people trying to separate her from her twin or her companions. They had pried the two apart once when Reed have come to King’s Landing with their father, while she stayed at home with mother and the others. The half year that he was gone had been one of the darkest parts of her life. She never wanted to be that far away from him again. She would rather die than potentially never see him again, thus her refusal to marry outside of the North. It was a stubborn request, but their mother couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter being as distraught and miserable as she had been when they were separated before.
“Manasa Stark. Twin to Reed Stark.” The men bowed, showing their respect, and as a stable boy went with two of their most trusted men to the kennels with Winter, Manasa knew she couldn’t leave Winter alone. Just like the twins, these wolves shouldn’t be without their pack. Her eyes narrowed, glaring at the men before her just as the direwolf growled lowly. Leaving her threat unspoken she followed her brother and the young page boy ahead of him. Shiva followed her without question, Manasa keeping up her connection with Echo, watching so that they knew the moment that something happened.
Walking through the halls was like walking through a cathedral, but with dragon bones and danger everywhere. She knew no one but Reed within these walls, thus everything becoming a potential threat. She saw her brother round the corner, the young woman growing more nervous the further away he got but it was only natural. She had been delayed long enough with seeing the wolves in the kennels and looking at the garden. The Karstark knight touched a hand to her shoulder, brushing a lock of long black hair away from her face and behind her ears. “You’re going to be fine Lady Manasa. These Southerners know nothing of hardship. You will triumph over these weaklings.” He whispered in her ear before gently nudging her forward. Already a stuttering mess, cheeks flushed a deep red, she pushed through the door into the common room of the tower.
Naturally, the first person she would look for would be her brother, seated near the fireplace, his cloak laid across the back of his chair, foot tapping the floor anxiously. He was apart from his wolf, his family and in a place unfamiliar and unsafe. It was natural to be nervous. Heck, Manasa couldn’t even recover her usual composition before there was a bear in her face. It was small for a bear, mostly black, but with big and soft eyes. A pet? On reflex her mind brushed against his, jolting the beast into a friendly frenzy in which it nudged the girl slightly too hard and she fell back against a chair, that just happened to move and thus she landed on her butt with a bear on her, licking her face. She had not even had a chance to see who it was in the room, her eyes closed and nearly hyperventilating from the surprise and shock of something unknown touching her. Shiva bristled beside her, hissing at the bear, shoving her way between his face and Manasa’s shaking form. The bear took a step back, confused clearly, though when the contact of Manasa’s mind, it was getting the same shocked fear that the young Stark lady was feeling right at that moment.
“R-r-Reed?”
Manasa was pulled out of her musings by the slowing of her horse's pace, gradually coming to a stop just outside of the gates to the Red Keep. The herald was calling out their announcement, yelling louder than was necessary though there was nothing she could do about it. The long two months on the King’s Road was enough to wear out the usually wide awake skinchanger, but the large white and grey direwolf at her side was enough to keep her awake. Strangely enough, Shiva had crawled up on Echo’s back and gone to sleep while they were riding the final stretch today, not waking until they had finally gotten in passed the main gates of the Red Keep. The lynx stretched, yawning widely much to Manasa’s amusement before padding around them, looking for something to eat. “We’ll get you something inside Shiva.” The young lady accepted the help of a young knight boy from the Karstark’s family, his strong and gentle grip assisting her balance and descend from the horse. She had always been better on the horse than her brother, though with how little he rode she often didn’t have the chance to ride unless he was in his lessons with Father.
With the castle guards approaching, Echo and Shiva settled closer to her, each brushing against her hips in comfort. She had never been good with social interaction, and even worse when it came to people trying to separate her from her twin or her companions. They had pried the two apart once when Reed have come to King’s Landing with their father, while she stayed at home with mother and the others. The half year that he was gone had been one of the darkest parts of her life. She never wanted to be that far away from him again. She would rather die than potentially never see him again, thus her refusal to marry outside of the North. It was a stubborn request, but their mother couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter being as distraught and miserable as she had been when they were separated before.
“Manasa Stark. Twin to Reed Stark.” The men bowed, showing their respect, and as a stable boy went with two of their most trusted men to the kennels with Winter, Manasa knew she couldn’t leave Winter alone. Just like the twins, these wolves shouldn’t be without their pack. Her eyes narrowed, glaring at the men before her just as the direwolf growled lowly. Leaving her threat unspoken she followed her brother and the young page boy ahead of him. Shiva followed her without question, Manasa keeping up her connection with Echo, watching so that they knew the moment that something happened.
Walking through the halls was like walking through a cathedral, but with dragon bones and danger everywhere. She knew no one but Reed within these walls, thus everything becoming a potential threat. She saw her brother round the corner, the young woman growing more nervous the further away he got but it was only natural. She had been delayed long enough with seeing the wolves in the kennels and looking at the garden. The Karstark knight touched a hand to her shoulder, brushing a lock of long black hair away from her face and behind her ears. “You’re going to be fine Lady Manasa. These Southerners know nothing of hardship. You will triumph over these weaklings.” He whispered in her ear before gently nudging her forward. Already a stuttering mess, cheeks flushed a deep red, she pushed through the door into the common room of the tower.
Naturally, the first person she would look for would be her brother, seated near the fireplace, his cloak laid across the back of his chair, foot tapping the floor anxiously. He was apart from his wolf, his family and in a place unfamiliar and unsafe. It was natural to be nervous. Heck, Manasa couldn’t even recover her usual composition before there was a bear in her face. It was small for a bear, mostly black, but with big and soft eyes. A pet? On reflex her mind brushed against his, jolting the beast into a friendly frenzy in which it nudged the girl slightly too hard and she fell back against a chair, that just happened to move and thus she landed on her butt with a bear on her, licking her face. She had not even had a chance to see who it was in the room, her eyes closed and nearly hyperventilating from the surprise and shock of something unknown touching her. Shiva bristled beside her, hissing at the bear, shoving her way between his face and Manasa’s shaking form. The bear took a step back, confused clearly, though when the contact of Manasa’s mind, it was getting the same shocked fear that the young Stark lady was feeling right at that moment.
“R-r-Reed?”
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[color=???]Nickname[/color]
[color=???]G E N D E R[/color]
[color=???]A G E[/color]
[color=???]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
[color=???]Father[/color]
[color=???]Mother[/color]
[color=???]Siblings[/color]
[color=???]Religion[/color]
[color=???]Strengths[/color]
[color=???]Weaknesses[/color]
[color=???]Weapon[/color]
[color=???]Likes[/color]
[color=????]Dislikes[/color]
[color=???]Habits[/color]
[color=????]Hobbies[/color]
[color=???]Fears[/color]
[color=???]Personality[/color]
[color=????]History[/color]
[color=???]Theme Song[/color]
[color=???]Extra Stuff[/color]
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[color=???]“Quote by someone, about your character”[/color]
Character’s Name
[/color][color=???]“Quote by your character”[/color]
[color=???]“Quote by someone, about your character”[/color]
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Basic Information
[/center][color=???]Name[/color]
Put their name here!
[color=???]Nickname[/color]
Do people call your character Shithead? Well put it down here!
[color=???]G E N D E R[/color]
Whatever tickles your peach
[color=???]A G E[/color]
12-18 but you know a 12 year old probably isn't gonna be kicking ass and taking names
[color=???]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
What kind of people does your character want to bang? Do they want to bang?
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Home
[color=???]Father[/color]
Everyone's got one!
[color=???]Mother[/color]
Coincidentally, everyone has one of these two!
[color=???]Siblings[/color]
Only some people have these!
[color=???]Religion[/color]
Dependent on family in most cases. Starks are most likely Old Gods, where as everyone in the South are probably Faith of the Seven, except for the Baratheons. They could very well be R'hollor. The Greyjoys are probably Drowned God.
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Skills
[color=???]Strengths[/color]
What's your character good at? Something? Nothing?
[color=???]Weaknesses[/color]
What's your character not so good at? Should have at least three things here cause, as I like to say, "Nobody's perfect, I've gotta work it, again and again til I get it right."
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What weapon do they use? Do they even use one?
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Mannerisms
[color=???]Likes[/color]
- Some things that they like. At least 5
[color=????]Dislikes[/color]
- Some things that they dislike. At least 5
[color=???]Habits[/color]
- Some habits that they have. At least three
[color=????]Hobbies[/color]
- What do they do in their free time? At least three
[color=???]Fears[/color]
- What makes them freak out?
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Digging Deeper
[color=???]Personality[/color]
A full paragraph. Flaws, and good things too.
[color=????]History[/color]
A full paragraph as well, more if you're into that sorta thing. What was your character doing up until now? Just chilling? Put that down!
[color=???]Theme Song[/color]
[url=http://???]Song – Artist[/url]
lyrics from the song
lyrics from the song
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Anything extra that didn't get covered up there.
[/color]Theo Redwyne
“We've held the sea just as long as the Greyjoy; Coin, longer than Lannister; The Crown's Trust; as old as the Empire.”
[color=grey]“If ever there was a true Redwyne heir, Theo is him.”[/color]
Basic Information
[/center]Name
Theo Redwyne
Nickname
Archer | Red
G E N D E R
Male
A G E
17
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
Home
Father
Julian Redwyne, 36 - Lord of the Redwyne House, and the Arbor. He has maintained and expanded the Redwyne trader empire, as well as repaired relations with the Tyrell of Highgarden. He is rather relaxed and comfortable with his position, though when the opportunity arises he will not let it sail by. Especially when it comes to expanding his power and treasury. A good man and a careful father, he rarely makes a mistake. He may not be the most loved of men, but he is certainly better off than the Lannisters.
Mother
Melina Redwyne nee Hightower, 33 - First and only wife and lover of Julian Redwyne, she captured his heart the moment they met at a business meeting between their fathers. Brown of hair and with fire in her eyes, the woman is known for both her sharp tongue and her wit. She is fiercly loyal to both her family and her husbands House. A kind mother, she isn't the type to let misbehavior slip by unaddressed, though she has never been violent with her children. Melina is possibly the most fertile woman that the Redwyne House has seen in generations, easily conceiving for her husband.
Siblings
Vivian Redwyne, 16 - first daughter, she has a hot temper and fiery spirit clear inherited from her mother. She isn't much the type for business, though she is known for her rather aggressive bartering in the markets. She has a sensitive tongue, and knows the difference between a fine wine and a cheap imitation as if it is the most obvious thing. Born very early in the year.
Alysanna Redwyne, 16- Born late in the year, she is technically the younger sister to Vivian, she's rather relaxed in her attitudes. A gift for numbers, she and her sister make a great team when trading with merchants over seas. Much like their father she is comfortable where she is, instead of chasing opportunity she lets it come to her.
Janice Redwyne, 15 - Playful and outgoing, she may very well be the most friendly of the Redwyne daughters. She enjoys going outside, meeting new people and going on adventures as well.
Marcus Redwyne, 14 - Like his slightly older sister, Marcus enjoys running around, doing new things and going out of the main hold. He isn't as outgoing as Alysanne, but not overly shy. He liked horses, and other livestock, and is learning to specialize in trading animals.
Gerald Redwyne, 14 -
Alysanna Redwyne, 16- Born late in the year, she is technically the younger sister to Vivian, she's rather relaxed in her attitudes. A gift for numbers, she and her sister make a great team when trading with merchants over seas. Much like their father she is comfortable where she is, instead of chasing opportunity she lets it come to her.
Janice Redwyne, 15 - Playful and outgoing, she may very well be the most friendly of the Redwyne daughters. She enjoys going outside, meeting new people and going on adventures as well.
Marcus Redwyne, 14 - Like his slightly older sister, Marcus enjoys running around, doing new things and going out of the main hold. He isn't as outgoing as Alysanne, but not overly shy. He liked horses, and other livestock, and is learning to specialize in trading animals.
Gerald Redwyne, 14 -
Religion
Faith of The Seven; actively practicing, even with his reliance of logic
Skills
Strengths
Gladiator Combat - trained in the use of sword, mace, lance, trident and shield; he is aware of the basics of most fighting techniques in Westeros. He is, unfortunately, not well versed in the styles of Dorne or Bravos, though he learns well.
Adaptability - a quick study and avid learning, Theo picks up quickly on subjects he finds interesting; mainly sword arts, smithing and boating. He as an immense amount of concentration for such interesting things.
Adaptability - a quick study and avid learning, Theo picks up quickly on subjects he finds interesting; mainly sword arts, smithing and boating. He as an immense amount of concentration for such interesting things.
[color=???]Weaknesses[/color]
Focus - unless interested in something, Theo's mind tends to wander, easily losing focus of his task and forgetting where he was when he returns to the real world. He remedies thing with a mug of tea and fine free cities chocolate.
[color=???]Weapon[/color]
What weapon do they use? Do they even use one?
Mannerisms
[color=???]Likes[/color]
- Some things that they like. At least 5
[color=????]Dislikes[/color]
- Some things that they dislike. At least 5
[color=???]Habits[/color]
- Some habits that they have. At least three
[color=????]Hobbies[/color]
- What do they do in their free time? At least three
[color=???]Fears[/color]
- What makes them freak out?
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Digging Deeper
[color=???]Personality[/color]
A full paragraph. Flaws, and good things too.
[color=????]History[/color]
A full paragraph as well, more if you're into that sorta thing. What was your character doing up until now? Just chilling? Put that down!
[color=???]Theme Song[/color]
[url=http://???]Song – Artist[/url]
lyrics from the song
lyrics from the song
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Anything extra that didn't get covered up there.
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I have to agree with that. I had an easier time writing her biography (even though it's only half done anyway) and it's like, so long. On the other hand, I'm finally done her.
You will kneel at my command; Targaryen or Blackfyre, I am the Dragon
Crazy? Not in the slightest. I have not seen a single hint of the Targaryen madness within her
Name
Nickname
G E N D E R
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Mother
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Habits
Hobbies
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Personality
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Extra Stuff
I have to agree with that. I had an easier time writing her biography (even though it's only half done anyway) and it's like, so long. On the other hand, I'm finally done her.
Illysia Blackfyre
You will kneel at my command; Targaryen or Blackfyre, I am the Dragon
Crazy? Not in the slightest. I have not seen a single hint of the Targaryen madness within her
Basic Information
Name
Illysia Blackfyre
Nickname
The Bastard Dragon
G E N D E R
Female
A G E
18
S E X U A L I T Y
Omnisexual
Home
Father
King Daerys Targaryen
Mother
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen
Siblings
Myriah Targaryen, 16 - black of hair and purple of eye, this one is Illysia's "dear little sister" whom she rather enjoys conversing with. Whether or not Myriah actually likes her isn't something she concerns herself with.
Three other younger half siblings currently living, Aenar, Valerion and Shaena. She has not interacted enough with the younger siblings to form a proper opinion.
Three other younger half siblings currently living, Aenar, Valerion and Shaena. She has not interacted enough with the younger siblings to form a proper opinion.
Religion
The Faceless God
Skills
Strengths
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.
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.
Weaknesses
True Emotion: Love, trust, honesty, mostly foreign concepts to her after spending six years in the Westerosi pleasure house. Apart from her adoptive family, their son and her daughter, she has not experienced much in the ways of true move. She does understand how to make love, and how to fake the sweet smile of a lover, but such a thing isn't something she would recognize if eventually felt.
Temperament: At times, Illysia is known for her explosive anger, often coming in very short fits of rage that usually end with someone dead. Fortunately these incidents are few and far between. On the other hand, Illysia does actively exact her own brand of vengeance on those who had spited her in the past, they just don't know it was her.
Temperament: At times, Illysia is known for her explosive anger, often coming in very short fits of rage that usually end with someone dead. Fortunately these incidents are few and far between. On the other hand, Illysia does actively exact her own brand of vengeance on those who had spited her in the past, they just don't know it was her.
Weapon
Her main weapon, naturally, is her silver tongue and sexual prowess, though when combat does ensue she is not defenseless. Her mentor in Dorne made sure that she was taught how to fight, both with daggers and spear. He even sent a tutor with her back to Westeros. Her main weapon now is a Glaive, with with a dragonbone staff and Valyrian Steel.
Mannerisms
Likes
- Fire & Heat
- Dragons
- Sex
- Fine wine
- Being in control
- Knowledge
- Hot baths
Dislikes
- Clothing
- Queen Nymeria Martell
- Bratty Children
- Authority Figures
- Being told what to do
- Prejudice against bastards
Habits
- Playing with fire while thinking
- Watching the stars at night
- Plotting various murders
Hobbies
- Fucking is a hobby right?
- Training the dragons of the keep
- Blackmail
Fears
- Enclosed Spaces/Feeling Trapped
- The Death of Tatyanna
Digging Deeper
Personality
Sexy. Flirtacious. Confident. Dauntless.
The obvious traits of the Bastard Dragon, the surface that ripples and changes, ever reflecting the onlooker. Illysia is a rather complicated young woman, ranging from sweet and warm to cold as the winters North. She shows little of what she's ever really thinking, keeping the darkness beneath the surface hidden like a good predator. What little others know is how precious information has become, and thus she knows her advantage, using it to her own gains.
The obvious traits of the Bastard Dragon, the surface that ripples and changes, ever reflecting the onlooker. Illysia is a rather complicated young woman, ranging from sweet and warm to cold as the winters North. She shows little of what she's ever really thinking, keeping the darkness beneath the surface hidden like a good predator. What little others know is how precious information has become, and thus she knows her advantage, using it to her own gains.
History
When the Former King still lived, very much alive, healthy and a strong ruler, the young Prince Daerys and the Princess Rhaenys left behind their home in King's Landing to travel the continent. They brought no routine with them, nor much supplies. It was them, their closest guards, and their horses. With their sister, parents and remaining relatives still at home, the two traveled as diplomats, speaking with each leader of the Great Houses. It was several years on the journey, in which the two grew closer than they ever had before. Due to their ages and differences in sexes, they never spoke much before their assignment, therefore not growing older as siblings, but friends. The end of their journey landed them in Dorne, reaffirming relations with the Princes there and experiencing the foreign culture for themselves for the first time. Rhaenys was only 14 at the time, having first bled two years ago while bathing with her elder sister. Daerys on the other hand was beyond his maturity, reaching 24 years when they spent their time in Dorne. It was a carefree time there, bonding with the Martel. They spoke with the children, met with the men and spent much of their time experiences the pleasure of not being afraid of who they were. They drank, feasted and fucked as much as they want. The surprising thing? They slept with each other more than anyone else, and they were rarely drunk when they did.
Nine months later a letter arrived at the RedKeep, addressed to their shared father. "Father, it has been a long time since we have seen you, but not so long since we last wrote about our adventures and meetings throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenys has become pregnant, with my own child in the home of the Martel. We would travel home right away, though she is ill from child, and refuses to leave. We will send word again soon. Be safe. Please, do not worry too much. Love Always, Rhaenys and Daerys." The letter was sealed by their own royal seals, written in secret by the two Targaryen. Why they did not return immediately? They thought perhaps to marry in Dorne, and feared for the childs safety if brought home. Their father planned to wed Daerys to one of the Martel daughters, to seal their alligence to the throne once more. If left here what would happen to the girl? Her birthright is the Throne, with it being the only child of Targaryen blood to any of the three living in their generation. The Targaryen House was sorely lacking in variety to continue their tradition. Daerys and Rjaenys spent their time with their daughter, happy as they could be while still missing their family back in King's Landing. It wasn't until their fathers death that Daerys went back, reluctantly leaving Rhaenys and Illysia behind.
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Seven years passed without much excitement. Rhaenys failed to attend her brothers wedding to Nymeria Martel, living in Godsgrace with her lover, producing a single child that died of heatstroke in the middle of a drought. When her daughter was six, Rhaenys received news of a nearly successful attempt on her dear brothers life. She left her daughter in the very capable mans hands and rushed to King's Landing as quickly as she could.
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From the time she was four years old, Illysia was riding a pony without much trouble, commanding the animal. She always knew of her heritage, receiving gifts from her far away mother every year for her birthday. One time a pair of dragon eggs was sent to her, another it was books of history and stories in Westeros. Often she got letters, exchanging them with her mother in King's Landing. When she was young she often had nightmares about never seeing her parents again, or them hating her because she was born a bastard.
Again, years of silence and uneventful boredom where she trained on the sword and in the bed. From the time she could walk she was learning how to fight, mostly with spears though she learned from a man from Essos how to fight with two swords in hand. It wasn't until she began to bleed that she would learn about pleasure. The man who raised her, named Exol - last name unknown - was the owner of a finer brothel in Godsgrace. His adoptive daughter was born in Dorne, but had yet to experience the true pleasures of their way of life. She had seen and heard, yet never showed any interest in anything but training, reading and her dragon eggs. He thought, perhaps, that she was just shy. On their arrival there, there was little to be said about her reaction. Her lavender eyes were blank, her expression dormant. No pink rose to her cheeks.
It was not until she was in bed that she showed some semblance of knowing what was going on. The hands caressed her softly, her skin tingling in ways that it never had before. A hot red rose to her cheeks as the young woman played with her body. Illysia learned many things that sleepless night, a bed full of pleasure and things that a womans body was able to do. She was only eleven at the time, before she had fully grown into the woman she is now. After this, she was forever changed, and a woman who loved women, and her sword. A year later, when she had come to visit the brothel, a man who had finished with the girl he had paid for, spotted her heading unattended up the stairs, barefoot and dressed in nothing but a light silk dress, barely hiding much of her body. It was a simple outfit, something she had been given a few weeks before by her favourite girl at the brothel, though tonight that dress would be her undoing. It was nearly dawn, when the brothel was nearly empty of patrons and the girls were sleeping in their rooms, exhausted from the nights excitement. He pulled her into an empty room, already unbuckling his pants. "How sweet, they have a little one for sale." Before the young child could cry out there was a massive hand covering the lower half of his face. Tears swelled in her eyes. It wasn't until later that afternoon when anyone found her, bloody and bruised in that very same bed. She had cried herself to sleep, a pile of gold coins layed out on the mattress beside her.
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Another long period of uneventful life, her dragons eggs left in the fire every night though they never hatched regardless of how much the girl wanted them too. She sparred, fucked and drank, living life just as much as any Dornishman. There was little chance of her ever having a reason to go to her mothers homeland, since the older she got the less she missed her birth mother. Of course, she always wondered what it would be like to see the other side of the mountain pass. It was a full moon, quiet even for a Dornish city, and the young woman spent her time walking the quiet roads. She was often sure footed, a gifted young lady in both womanly arts and her own style of fighting. Stepping around a pit in the stone, making note to mention it to Exol, her toes caught on a lip, twisting her ankle as she lost her balance. She cursed her childish overstep, making her best attempt to catch herself once again. That was when she felt strong hands grab onto her, an arm around her waist, gently pulling her back upright. Strong, but not bulky, she was turned in the mans arms to find the most handsome man she had ever seen. Be it because she had been ignoring men for the past four years, or because he really was very handsome, she would never be able to tell you. "Are you alright?. And for the first time in her life, Illysia stuttered.
It was common for the young woman to disappear for a few days at a time, no doubt enjoying her time with some beautiful woman somewhere or just off adventuring in the wilds around Godsgrace. The last thing Exol would have expected was for her to be at a mans home, not only making love with him, but speaking and bonding with him. If anything, he was the most entertaining male she had ever met. She would not know it then, but she would be carrying this mans child in her belly. Unfortunately, there would not be such a chance for him to know.
Three days time passed when she found herself walking home, barefoot, with a young viper curled around her calf. The young man was beside her, his hand on the small of her back as he kept her balance in check. Too much wine and sex was known to leave woman walking rather strangely in Dorne. That day would be the happiest - and the saddest - day of her life. They rounded the corner to see the home in flames, burning deep and hot. It had taken over, too far to see it end well. "Father!!" Illysia screamed for the man, tearing away from her lover, headed straight for the building. He was certain she would burn if he let her go but she pulled with such a fury that there was nothing he could do to stop her. She had thrown him to the ground and vanished into the flames before he could get up. Inside, the young woman searched every room for Exol, finding him face down in her bedroom. He was shirtless, words carved into his back. "Come to King's Landing Illysia. Or you die too." She cried, her tears heating on her face and leaving dry stains behind. If she was burning she did not feel it. When her fathers body caught fire she let him go, hearing the squeak of a living animal behind her. She turned to find two dragon hatchlings crawling over to her, barely able to move. She was not burning, not even close to dying in that fire.
The sight that those watching had seen that night was the only thing that made it to Essos and Westeros about her. Naked, save for the twin dragons latched to her skin, and a dragonbone and Valyrian steel Glaive, she walked out of that fire unscathed.
To Westeros.
Nine months later a letter arrived at the RedKeep, addressed to their shared father. "Father, it has been a long time since we have seen you, but not so long since we last wrote about our adventures and meetings throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenys has become pregnant, with my own child in the home of the Martel. We would travel home right away, though she is ill from child, and refuses to leave. We will send word again soon. Be safe. Please, do not worry too much. Love Always, Rhaenys and Daerys." The letter was sealed by their own royal seals, written in secret by the two Targaryen. Why they did not return immediately? They thought perhaps to marry in Dorne, and feared for the childs safety if brought home. Their father planned to wed Daerys to one of the Martel daughters, to seal their alligence to the throne once more. If left here what would happen to the girl? Her birthright is the Throne, with it being the only child of Targaryen blood to any of the three living in their generation. The Targaryen House was sorely lacking in variety to continue their tradition. Daerys and Rjaenys spent their time with their daughter, happy as they could be while still missing their family back in King's Landing. It wasn't until their fathers death that Daerys went back, reluctantly leaving Rhaenys and Illysia behind.
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Seven years passed without much excitement. Rhaenys failed to attend her brothers wedding to Nymeria Martel, living in Godsgrace with her lover, producing a single child that died of heatstroke in the middle of a drought. When her daughter was six, Rhaenys received news of a nearly successful attempt on her dear brothers life. She left her daughter in the very capable mans hands and rushed to King's Landing as quickly as she could.
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From the time she was four years old, Illysia was riding a pony without much trouble, commanding the animal. She always knew of her heritage, receiving gifts from her far away mother every year for her birthday. One time a pair of dragon eggs was sent to her, another it was books of history and stories in Westeros. Often she got letters, exchanging them with her mother in King's Landing. When she was young she often had nightmares about never seeing her parents again, or them hating her because she was born a bastard.
Again, years of silence and uneventful boredom where she trained on the sword and in the bed. From the time she could walk she was learning how to fight, mostly with spears though she learned from a man from Essos how to fight with two swords in hand. It wasn't until she began to bleed that she would learn about pleasure. The man who raised her, named Exol - last name unknown - was the owner of a finer brothel in Godsgrace. His adoptive daughter was born in Dorne, but had yet to experience the true pleasures of their way of life. She had seen and heard, yet never showed any interest in anything but training, reading and her dragon eggs. He thought, perhaps, that she was just shy. On their arrival there, there was little to be said about her reaction. Her lavender eyes were blank, her expression dormant. No pink rose to her cheeks.
It was not until she was in bed that she showed some semblance of knowing what was going on. The hands caressed her softly, her skin tingling in ways that it never had before. A hot red rose to her cheeks as the young woman played with her body. Illysia learned many things that sleepless night, a bed full of pleasure and things that a womans body was able to do. She was only eleven at the time, before she had fully grown into the woman she is now. After this, she was forever changed, and a woman who loved women, and her sword. A year later, when she had come to visit the brothel, a man who had finished with the girl he had paid for, spotted her heading unattended up the stairs, barefoot and dressed in nothing but a light silk dress, barely hiding much of her body. It was a simple outfit, something she had been given a few weeks before by her favourite girl at the brothel, though tonight that dress would be her undoing. It was nearly dawn, when the brothel was nearly empty of patrons and the girls were sleeping in their rooms, exhausted from the nights excitement. He pulled her into an empty room, already unbuckling his pants. "How sweet, they have a little one for sale." Before the young child could cry out there was a massive hand covering the lower half of his face. Tears swelled in her eyes. It wasn't until later that afternoon when anyone found her, bloody and bruised in that very same bed. She had cried herself to sleep, a pile of gold coins layed out on the mattress beside her.
---
Another long period of uneventful life, her dragons eggs left in the fire every night though they never hatched regardless of how much the girl wanted them too. She sparred, fucked and drank, living life just as much as any Dornishman. There was little chance of her ever having a reason to go to her mothers homeland, since the older she got the less she missed her birth mother. Of course, she always wondered what it would be like to see the other side of the mountain pass. It was a full moon, quiet even for a Dornish city, and the young woman spent her time walking the quiet roads. She was often sure footed, a gifted young lady in both womanly arts and her own style of fighting. Stepping around a pit in the stone, making note to mention it to Exol, her toes caught on a lip, twisting her ankle as she lost her balance. She cursed her childish overstep, making her best attempt to catch herself once again. That was when she felt strong hands grab onto her, an arm around her waist, gently pulling her back upright. Strong, but not bulky, she was turned in the mans arms to find the most handsome man she had ever seen. Be it because she had been ignoring men for the past four years, or because he really was very handsome, she would never be able to tell you. "Are you alright?. And for the first time in her life, Illysia stuttered.
It was common for the young woman to disappear for a few days at a time, no doubt enjoying her time with some beautiful woman somewhere or just off adventuring in the wilds around Godsgrace. The last thing Exol would have expected was for her to be at a mans home, not only making love with him, but speaking and bonding with him. If anything, he was the most entertaining male she had ever met. She would not know it then, but she would be carrying this mans child in her belly. Unfortunately, there would not be such a chance for him to know.
Three days time passed when she found herself walking home, barefoot, with a young viper curled around her calf. The young man was beside her, his hand on the small of her back as he kept her balance in check. Too much wine and sex was known to leave woman walking rather strangely in Dorne. That day would be the happiest - and the saddest - day of her life. They rounded the corner to see the home in flames, burning deep and hot. It had taken over, too far to see it end well. "Father!!" Illysia screamed for the man, tearing away from her lover, headed straight for the building. He was certain she would burn if he let her go but she pulled with such a fury that there was nothing he could do to stop her. She had thrown him to the ground and vanished into the flames before he could get up. Inside, the young woman searched every room for Exol, finding him face down in her bedroom. He was shirtless, words carved into his back. "Come to King's Landing Illysia. Or you die too." She cried, her tears heating on her face and leaving dry stains behind. If she was burning she did not feel it. When her fathers body caught fire she let him go, hearing the squeak of a living animal behind her. She turned to find two dragon hatchlings crawling over to her, barely able to move. She was not burning, not even close to dying in that fire.
The sight that those watching had seen that night was the only thing that made it to Essos and Westeros about her. Naked, save for the twin dragons latched to her skin, and a dragonbone and Valyrian steel Glaive, she walked out of that fire unscathed.
To Westeros.
Theme Song
I Want You - Cassie Steele
I want you baby every single drop
I need you for my own and I won't stop
Til' your mine cause I don't share what I like
And when you touch me I feel so damn nice
Your attention is like heroin
When you give it to her I could shake a bitch
Cause you are mine and I would sacrifice
Everything to shoot me up with you tonight
Everything to shoot me up with you tonight
[Bridge:]
I want you baby every single way
Your love is like something I've never tasted
You hold me close and I get excited
That you are mine and no one else gets to bite it
I want you
[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you
I need you baby I just wanna please
Just say the word and I'll be on my knees
I'll play a role give you ultimate control
For your love it I'd sell the devil my soul
I have to have you or my minds breaking loose
Paranoia 'round my neck like a noose
Cause you are mind and I would cross every line
To get your body next to mine for life
To get your body next to mine for life
[Bridge:]
I want you baby every single way
Your love is like something I've never tasted
You hold me close and I get excited
That you are mine and no one else gets to bite it
I want you
[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you
I walked by and I had to have you
You
I want you baby every single drop
I need you for my own and I won't stop
Till your mine cause I don't share what I like
When you touch me I feel so damn nice
When you touch me I feel so nice
[Chorus: x2]
[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you
I want you baby every single drop
I need you for my own and I won't stop
Til' your mine cause I don't share what I like
And when you touch me I feel so damn nice
Your attention is like heroin
When you give it to her I could shake a bitch
Cause you are mine and I would sacrifice
Everything to shoot me up with you tonight
Everything to shoot me up with you tonight
[Bridge:]
I want you baby every single way
Your love is like something I've never tasted
You hold me close and I get excited
That you are mine and no one else gets to bite it
I want you
[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you
I need you baby I just wanna please
Just say the word and I'll be on my knees
I'll play a role give you ultimate control
For your love it I'd sell the devil my soul
I have to have you or my minds breaking loose
Paranoia 'round my neck like a noose
Cause you are mind and I would cross every line
To get your body next to mine for life
To get your body next to mine for life
[Bridge:]
I want you baby every single way
Your love is like something I've never tasted
You hold me close and I get excited
That you are mine and no one else gets to bite it
I want you
[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you
I walked by and I had to have you
You
I want you baby every single drop
I need you for my own and I won't stop
Till your mine cause I don't share what I like
When you touch me I feel so damn nice
When you touch me I feel so nice
[Chorus: x2]
[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you
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Gods, time to get started on my own post soon. Assuming I can get this personality written up for Illysia. It might be short and bad lol. She's so complicated I'm not sure how to describe her sometimes.
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@Ace of flames01 *grabs you* Get back here!
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@Ace of flames01
YOU BETTER NOT BE LURKING BITCH
YOU BETTER NOT BE LURKING BITCH
@Gisk
For right now I would like to play my own dragon. I'm working on her sheet, but it might be a while before she's up.
For right now I would like to play my own dragon. I'm working on her sheet, but it might be a while before she's up.
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CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"
- Points and stuff. Probably want more than one
So it needs some colours, and a couple more options on it. But that's pretty much all it was before. You just repeat all of that. Put it in a separate hider from the character itself. It's kind of like a little interview out of game. Gives everyone something to do while they're waiting to game.
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