alys karstark

rp account for alys karstark for the blood & glory rp character bio // contact info // timeline // blood and glory

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Save the date! October 4th

If you’re in London, please save the night of October 4th for a Margaery Tyrell spectacular!  More details will be to follow, but I want to catch up with my fellow Tyrells and work out some of what I’m going to do with them before I make my announcement.

Kisses, darlings!

[alys-karstark]

(also follow margaery if you haven't try)

[alys-karstark]

follow margaery! (:

margaery tyrell for the blood & glory game. pb natalie dormer.

she's got some big announcements coming and a gala planned for early october so follow and I'll lay out some plot bullet points like I did for alys and asha so if you have specific ideas come talk to me!

[bloodandglory-rp]

character: alys karstark (bio) affiliations: stark group of companies occupation: stark public relations roxanne mesquida

[alys-karstark]

hello hello

I'm back and I want to get back into the swing of things so if you want to do anything with Asha or Alys let me know! Here's what's going on with them right now:

Alys:

Alys is still coping from Daryn dying in the exact same matter and method as her brother (tw: suicide) which is staged suicide

She's dealing with PTSD and depression and isolation but is throwing herself completely into work to pretend she's not hurting

As for work, she's taking on more responsibility as Robb's PR in the wake of Ned's death

Asha

Asha is dealing poorly with the betrayal of her youngest brother. She's mistrustful and angry and hiding it with extra bravado

In response to Theon's betrayal she's going after the North Sea Oil properties with everything she has, going so far as to physically go to the North Sea and relieve the new Scottish crews, replacing them with her own men (paralleling Deepwood Motte)

If any of that sounds like a good jumping off point for you, please don't hesitate to message me! I'm probably more responsive on my personal (whoistorule) than I am here, and I can go on skype if you want to chat you just have to ask first because I don't always have it open (my skype is also whoistorule). I'm also responsive on twitter, but my twitter is first and foremost a place where I talk about RL stuff (including my last name) so if we're not already friendly I may not feel comfortable adding you on twitter, I'm sorry.

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Phone call - Robb & Alys - September 15th

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[His frown only deepens. Why is Alys acting like this is no big deal? Weren’t girls supposed to be scared when this kind of thing happened? Suddenly, an idea occurs to him and he lowers his voice instinctively.] Did he threaten you into not saying anything? 

[alys-karstark]

What?  No, of course not.  I just don't want to make a big deal out of this, okay?  [There was something about telling Robb that made it scarier than it was.  Telling Theon was one thing, he'd laugh about it and call Bolton a sick fuck, but Robb gets so protective... it makes Alys feel as though she's done something wrong.] I shouldn't have told you.  I can handle it.  Just... give the guy a death glare for me next time you see him or something, yeah?

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Fashion is coming

[inkandcayenne]

I have been googling to see if this is fake and so far all signs point to This Is A Real Thing That Has Happened

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Phone call - Robb & Alys - September 15th

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[He opens his mouth, speechless, then closes it again. His hand tightens into a fist. Doubting Alys does not cross his mind for a second; if this is what she says happened, then it happened. And he’s angry.] Does anyone know about this? You should have told me right away - we need to do something about it. He can’t just get away with treating you like that. I’ll get him fired if that’s what you want. 

[alys-karstark]

[Alys balks.  That sounds exactly like what she doesn't want.  Getting him fired would only make a very powerful enemy out of the Boltons, and she knows better than to think Roose would be happy to see Robb's already uneasy grip on the companies rubbed in his face.]  No, no!  That's not what I want.  All that does is prove that I can't take care of myself.  You'll upset the Boltons, and with them will go Barbrey Dustin, and my father will think that brash youngsters have taken over, no, no definitely not.  Please, don't undo all the hard work I put in this week!  I appreciate your defense, but what he did was personal, and it should be dealt with personally.

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Phone call - Robb & Alys - September 15th

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[For a moment, Robb simply stands there in silence, his mind not quite processing Alys’ words. Bruises? Whore? That’s simply not things he’d ever associate with a business meeting, so it takes a moment for his brain to catch up.] He did what? But- but… Are you sure it was Ramsay Bolton? [He frowns] That… doesn’t make any sense. Why would he…? Are you okay? Christ.

[alys-karstark]

What do you mean am I sure it was Ramsay Bolton? Of course it was Ramsay Bolton, you know, beady pale little eyes, creepy smile, incredibly strong death grip.  [Alys sighs, thumbing a stray thread on her dress absently.] I'm fine.  I mean I think I'm fine.  I thought the meeting was going to go all right, and then he started talking about hearing me and his older brother together.  I didn't even know he existed, let alone heard us!

[alys-karstark]

We only said goodbye with words [One-shot, September 20th, 8:30AM; Daryn's death]

Alys is no stranger to nightmares, but the thing is, even as she believes their real, there’s always an atmosphere of fiction about them. As if a part of her has been held back to observe. The emotions are real, the adrenaline, the fear, but there’s no body to contain them. When she looks down, there’s only empty air and the feeling o falling that rattles her awake again.

This was no nightmare.

No, here, in the dim, flickering glow of the flourescent bathroom light Daryn really needed to replace, but never would, even if he hadn’t been hanging by a tie from the shower curtain, a recreation of her deepest fears, and irrevocable proof that she’s gotten him killed, Alys begins to laugh.

It’s only a moment of laughing, before the laughs turn to coughing, hiccoughing sobs, her eyes blurring, the image before her swaying and shifting like some foul, twisted, funhouse impressionist painting, and then she’s gone, her feet pattering against the corridor and out his door, down the two flights of stairs to retch up her coffee and croissant into the flowerbed.

My fault, Alys thinks as she collapses woozily against the brick building, it’s all my fault.

—

The blast of Alys’s phone alarm had awoken her with a start that morning, drawing muttered curses from her lips as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her rest had been fitful after that phone call with Torr and the subsequent scrubbing of glass and wine off her terrace, and somehow her alarm had caught her right in the middle of her precious R.E.M. sleep.

Her morning shower cleared her mind, but couldn’t shaket he sleep from her brain, nor could her first cup of coffee. Daryn wasn’t there, of course. He wouldn’t dare show his face in her kitchen again, at least not this week. She was twice betrayed by him, once by his weak-willed promises of friendship, and again by his promises of faithfulness.

But perhaps that was her fault, for trusting him to keep his giant, arrogant, fuckwad of a mouth closed for once and actually keep the secrets she buried closest to her heart. She’d asked, no, begged him not to do anything, and now he was going to London for “personal reasons," and he’d asked Torrhen for help to uncover the truth behind Eddie. Her brother. Her secret. And he’d cared not a whit for it.

It made her too angry to think properly. Too angry to function. Truly, it made her too angry to be willing to go into work and write up the reports on last week’s meetings she’d owed since Saturday.

Well, what was one short detour to yell satisfyingly in Daryn’s smug little face before she had to confess to the Stark Group that she was incapable of doing her job properly because she’d slept with the wrong boy when she was 17 and pissed off his half brother.

It was solid enough reasoning, and she could get a second cup of coffee and some pastry along the way, Alys reasoned, grabbing her cardigan and her purse as she placed her empty mug in the sink and headed out the door. Just a quick detour to Daryn’s and then I’ll write that report today, I swear it.

—

Of course, Alys had not actually been to Daryn’s flat since that morning she woke up there in december. No, that would require genuine assurances of friendship and not half-assed fake promises followed by a rare but deadly case of sleeping-with-her-roommate-itis and dickbag-monia. But, still, she remembered where he lived, and was perfectly capable of standing outside of it, pressing the buzzer incessantly and hoping that he was actually home to hear it.

8:15 AM was earlier than he usually left, Alys knew enough of his morning routine to know that, and she knew better than to think it had changed somewhat in the past 5 years. Nothing else about him had changed, so why would this? He was probably standing by his window, and waiting until she got bored and left before he exited his building.

It would be just like him to do that.

But luck was evidently with her that morning as another resident left, holding the door for her with a quietly raised eyebrow and a muttered “good morning."

She bounded up the two flights of steps buoyed by her (righteous anger) and nearly tripped on the last one, sending a rippling pain up her leg in rings. She'd have a nicely shaped bruise on her ankle by lunchtime, yet another thing to blame Daryn for, but nothing she couldn't handle. Sighing, Alys pounded on the door.

"Let me in Daryn, come on, I know you're in there!" Alys's knuckles rattled against the painted wood, blushing pink and raw with the effort. "Come on, don't be a coward!"

Nothing. No response. Sure it was possible he wasn't home, but it was just utterly unlikely. "Daryn just let me in," Alys knocked her knee against the door, sighing loudly. "Come on, please? I just want to talk to you! Daryn!" Her hand slipped against the doorknob with the intent to rattle it, but instead it twisted, the door creaking open, and Alys felt her stomach drop to the floor. It was open... why? There could be no good reason.

Apprehension and unease slipping their soft fingers round her throat, tightening it, Alys nudged the door open.

--

The hallway was dark, lit only by thin yellow strips of light, wavering as the morning's wind thwacked the thick curtains against the sill, but it was all too clear that there was something wrong.

Gingerly Alys took one step and them another. The end table where his keys would lie was upturned and there was a dark smear on the wall. Forcing herself to be impassive, Alys leaned closer and let waft the unmistakeable scent of blood. Holding back a gagging feeling clawing at her throat, Alys forced her way onward, through the wake of destruction left after some sort of fight.

Unwittingly, Alys found herself bargaining with the unknown. Please, let him be alive. Let me find him hurt and passed out, and I'll do whatever it takes to be kinder to him. Let this just be a burglary or a drunken brawl, please!

The stench hit her as she nudged open the door to his bedroom. It was in complete disarray, his clothes strewn about the floor, his bed rumpled, much more so than it was when he slept in it, and the bathroom door was open just a crack.

She knew, knew before even she opened the door, what she would find, but she had to check. She had to look. She had to see what her carelessness, her selfishness brought upon Daryn.

Closing her eyes, Alys forced herself to cross the room, her heels wobbling against balled up shirts, clanging against metal buckles, until she reached the door and nudged it open.

His body mocked her as it swung too and fro, mottled with dark bruises, his eye blackened, his throat near purple, as if to say I told you so

"No," she whispered as she backed out, before the laughter hit, "Daryn, no!"

--

The paramedics found her crumpled against the side of the building, face damp with sweat, eyes heavy lidded with guilt and fear.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but we're going to need you to come in and make a statement. I know it's traumatic--"

"No, of course." Alys rose, shakily, grasping his hand to pull her upright. "Whatever you need. Do they have any idea what happened?"

He shook his head sympathetically. "Nothing beyond what you said in your call -- there was a fight. The wounds on his body don't match the tie, but they've found no prints, so it's probably premeditated. It'd be pretty odd for a fellow to be wearing gloves this early in September otherwise, eh?"

Alys nodded, unable to offer up even a weak smile.

"Were you his girlfriend, miss?" He glances at Alys's ringless fingers, "Fiancé?"

"What? Me? No! I was..." Alys didn't know what to say. An ex? The love of his life, perhaps? A sparring partner, maybe, or else a loose acquaintance. A colleague could be accurate, they had worked together after all, or a spurned one night stand, though she had been the one doing most of the spurning.

She'd been all those and more, but none of them came to her lips. Instead, she chooses the one thing she never truly was. The thing she'd wanted so embarrassing desperately to be.

"I was his friend."

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Phone call - Robb & Alys - September 15th

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[Robb hears that hesitation again in Alys’ pause and he waits patiently, although curiously. He’s never seen her showing herself unsure about something related to work before, she was always so efficient.] Ramsay, Ramsay… Oh, yeah, actually I met him a couple of days ago outside some important meeting. Nice guy, although his eyes creep me out, they’re just like his father’s. [He tilts his head] What do you mean it didn’t go well? 

[alys-karstark]

[Nice?  Ramsay Bolton was nice to Robb?  What was it, was it because Robb wasn't a dumb 17 year old who slept with Ramsay's brother, or merely that Robb didn't have the gall to be born a woman.  Something in Robb's tone, how casual it is, how easy it was for him, snaps something in Alys, and her voice goes cold and soft.]  I didn't think he was capable of nice, not after he bruised my arm in three places and called me a whore.

[alys-karstark]

okay I think I'm caught up on replies and I want to start plotting and shit again!  so if you have any interest in plotting with alys or asha or shae or ami, just lemme know ^___^

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Phone call - Robb & Alys - September 15th

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[The sudden hesitation makes Robb blink confusedly.] No, it’s - I mean, did I call at a wrong time? Or… you don’t want to talk about it? Did they, um [he clears his throat]  say something bad about me? 

[alys-karstark]

[Alys is stunned, and the shock registers in her voice] About you?  No of course not!  The only problem they could even come up with was your youth, and I assured the board that it was no problem at all.  We're a young country, and we need young leadership to match it.

[She pauses, unsure of whether or not to go on.  But, this is Robb, and she can't lie to him.  She'll just have to be nonchalant about how terrified she is of Ramsay Bolton.]  All the meetings went well.  Well, all except one...  Have you met Ramsay Bolton yet?  Roose's second son?

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Phone call - Robb & Alys - September 15th

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[Alys has embarrassingly developed a Candy Crush addiction in the last three days, and it’s all Robb Stark’s fault.  She’s spent 99p after 99p on extra lives in the back of her town car, being driven from meeting to meeting.  When she closes her eyes, sometimes she even sees the bright little candies bursting and disappearing.

Of course, thinking about Candy Crush is much easier than thinking about other things.  Like how fucking terrified she is of Ramsay Bolton.

When her latest move is interrupted by the soft buzzing of her phone and the name Robb Stark over a picture of Robb hugging his giant wolf-dog, Alys can’t help but smile.

Feigning a serious voice,]

Mr. Stark I am pausing a very important game of Candy Crush to speak to you, so I hope this is important.  [She breaks, letting out a giggle.] Kidding, of course.  I’m all right.  How is my second favorite client?

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[Since Alys brought it up, it’d be easy to mention level 33 (Robb is really proud about it, okay.) But he doesn’t, because he knows damn well that if they start talking about Candy Crush again, they’ll inevitable end up having another discussion about whether using boosters when you’re rich is ethical or not.]

Only second? [He tries to be all serious but fails, his tone giving away his smile] I used to be your favourite! What, now that you have a boyfriend I’ve been replaced? Low blow, Karstark. Low blow. [He coughs] I’m fine, actually. Wondering about that thing you said you were going to do. The… talking to people about me thing?

[alys-karstark]

[Alys laughs,] Well actually I was going to say Rickon was my favorite, but please don't tell Jon that.  Honestly, I forget that he's my client, I don't really think about him like that.

[She blanches.  Talking to Robb about that means talking to him about Ramsay, and that makes the back of her neck sweat uncomfortably.] Um, it was fine.  Are you sure you don't want to talk about Candy Crush instead?

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✆ → alys karstark [september 19th]

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[Torrhen listens to Alys’ rant awkwardly. She didn’t seem upset that Torrhen hadn’t told her about his London plans, only that it had been Daryn to neglect doing so. It was probably a wise call on Daryn’s part, leaving it to Torr. Her complaints go rather in one ear, out the other. He doesn’t want to witness another Alys vs. Daryn situation concerning their relationship, concerning their friendship or whatever they were now. That’s between them, not Torrhen, their mutual party.]

Yeah, [he half laughs, walking over to his sidetable for his pack], you definitely still are. Daryn’s going… for his own reasons. I was going for mine. It’s not just about our oil, though I would’ve tried my damnest to get it back.

[He stubs out the cigarette, fumbling with his lighter - a graduation gift from Harry - emblazoned with the Karstark sun sigil before his second cigarette flares to life with his quick inhale. It spurns his next words.]

He told me about Eddie. He’s promised to help. So I was gonna go find out what I could.

[His voice grates out as slightly defensive, and he takes his anger out on his cigarette, biting and rearranging it in his mouth, inhaling the nicotine as fast as he can. He still wonders how Alys could keep it from him, from the rest of their family. Eddie was his brother too.]

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[The wine glass clatters against the cement of her balcony, shattering, bathing her toes in Pinot Noir.] Shit [Alys curses under her breath, her heart beating faster than she thought possible.] Fuck!

[Daryn told Torrhen about Eddie.  After everything Alys asked him.  After she pleaded.  She shouldn't be surprised, not really, but it breaks her heart anew to know that all she wanted to protect her older brother from, fucking Daryn ended up telling him.  She could kill Daryn herself, if she could bring herself to move from the sea of shards of glass, glistening in the deep purple puddle that was spreading around her feet.

Her voice is small when she can bring herself to speak, her breath shallow.] You believe him then? [She pauses, barely whispering,] you believe me?  About Eddie?

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Phone call - Robb & Alys - September 15th

[Robb’s just managed to pass level 33 of Candy Crush after about twenty lives, when it occurs to him that maybe he should be using his phone for something slightly more useful. Like calling Alys. Like making sure that she’s doing her job well - not that he’d ever think otherwise, of course, but Alys had said she’d talk to the rest of the board about - well, about him, and he probably should ask her how that went. So he calls her and swallows down the temptation to tell her about level 33.]

Hey, Alys. How’s my favourite PR ever today?

[alys-karstark]

[Alys has embarrassingly developed a Candy Crush addiction in the last three days, and it's all Robb Stark's fault.  She's spent 99p after 99p on extra lives in the back of her town car, being driven from meeting to meeting.  When she closes her eyes, sometimes she even sees the bright little candies bursting and disappearing.

Of course, thinking about Candy Crush is much easier than thinking about other things.  Like how fucking terrified she is of Ramsay Bolton.

When her latest move is interrupted by the soft buzzing of her phone and the name Robb Stark over a picture of Robb hugging his giant wolf-dog, Alys can't help but smile.

Feigning a serious voice,]

Mr. Stark I am pausing a very important game of Candy Crush to speak to you, so I hope this is important.  [She breaks, letting out a giggle.] Kidding, of course.  I'm all right.  How is my second favorite client?

[alys-karstark]

sorry for two OOC posts in as many days but I literally got home and started work immediately and i'm jetlagged so I'm gonna get on replies I promise it's just gonna be a slow start

[alys-karstark]

Back from Hiatus!

If we had a thread from August that we still haven't finished for any of my characters, with the exception of Asha, who is still establishing relationships, would you mind terribly if we dropped it?  (This applies mostly to Ami and Shae.)  All of my characters are way behind the plot point right now and I desperately need to catch them up.

Thanks!  (:

for Alys specifically, I have to get her through Daryn's death (somewhere Tam is pumping her fist at the sky and yelling finally!!!) before I can even catch her up to the plot point, so if we talked about doing stuff for Daryn's death (Hattie if you're around I know we talked about that like a month ago) just drop me a message and let's boldly go.

okay yay I'm excited to be back!!!