↳ details; cis-female, 26. 479 AC.
↳ status; heterosexual, married, two children (ursula, 3 and hugo, 4mo)
↳ faceclaim; jenna coleman
↳ hails from; highgarden, now storms end.
↳ loyalty; house tyrell, house baratheon.
↳ title; ruling lady of storms end, daughter of house tyrell
↳ religion; the faith of the seven
↳ spoken languages; common tongue
↳ reason in kings landing; to further the interests of house baratheon
↳ type; enfj
↳ alignment; chaotic neutral
↳ star sign; scorpio
↳ positives; charming, witty, intelligent, pragmatic, poised.
↳ negatives; stubborn, argumentative, emotional, barbarous, easily-bored.
It was often said that the finest roses bloomed in Highgarden, and that with each generation the Tyrell’s grew more beautiful – as though they had meticulously planted the right seeds so only the finest blooms remained. Victaria was the first-born daughter to heir of Highgarden, and the pearl of his world. She had sapphires planted in her eyes, or the foreign sea which swept in shades of azure and soft blue, but that gaze captivated from an early age. It did not matter that she was not the only daughter for long, for she had already cemented her place in her father’s heart as the pearl of his world. With her beauty came expectations and promising prospects. Her mother, a mere Fossoway, convinced the heir apparent to scan the bachelor market for a fine match. Victaria was barely even out of the cradle before an engagement was announced to the heir of Storm’s End.
Despite being a symbol of poise and beauty, there was always an underlining sharpness to the young lady who learned how to conceal her thorns very early on in life. She was exceptionally well read and was often in attendance of any social gathering which the kingdom held. In many ways she was similar to her mother Alerie, but it was soon revealed that they would have a strained relationship for the entirety of their times together. Her mother pushed her to be the best, but in Victaria’s eyes she was already better than Alerie.
It was always a rarity that she should discard her charming face and in it’s place allow the ire of her thorny words to peek through, but if somebody tried to get under her skin or be too forward with her, she was always there to push back. It earned her a reputation as a brambled rose.
Her father was outgoing and inspiring, she adored everything that he did and could not wait until he took the place of her grandfather as the Ruling Lord of Highgarden. But it was not to be. She had been painting a portrait when a manservant rushed into the chambers, a distressed look on his features. All the light in her eyes dried up and her knees crumbled to the floor as the sobs echoed through the halls. It was the only time that any one had ever seen Lady Victaria cry, but she wept deeply for her father. His death only made her loathe her mother even more, and her cousins even more than that. Watching them take what should have been her father’s, made her sick to her stomach and she vowed never to forget the suspicion which she felt surrounding his demise.
By the time she married Lord Baratheon, he had already claimed his place as the Ruling Lord of Storm’s End and that meant that she was taken away from girlhood and into a position of power. She felt the envy of many and it made her smile. Their marriage was still in its infancy when she fell pregnant with their first child and the excitement of it made her forget about her heartache, if only for a moment. When Ursula was born, she felt true contentment for the first time in her life – there was not a single barb to tumble from her lips.
The sweetened harmony of her life did not last, for she found herself feeling isolated. Perhaps, the people around her thought that motherhood had softened the brambled stag, and it infuriated her. In the quiet she started to remember her sadness, and the bitterness which she felt for her remaining relatives. Her melancholic attitude displeased her husband and they argued frequently, leaving her feeling more abandoned. In a moment of weakness, she did something unspeakable, and sought comfort in the arms of her husband’s brother.
When she realised the consequences of her actions, Victaria swore to never again forsake her vows. She fought to mend the fractured strands of her marriage and be the poised and witty lady which the Stormlands were all charmed by. Not too soon after, her second pregnancy was announced…a mystery. Victaria could not say for certain who the father was, and her husband’s brother knew that. Thus, the birth of her son was tainted by the secret which hung above her head.
She is every bit a rose. Victaria is beautiful and well educated, and has a natural ability to put people at ease around her or –if she wishes – to disrupt them with her witty words and barbarous tone. From a young age she knew how to stand up for herself and not be pushed into a corner to be silence. All of her pragmatism came from her mother, while her father gave her softness. And when he died, Victaria lost a piece of her kindness that day. She can be stubborn and passionate, and at times argumentative. She is a storm of a woman, in which her moods change with the wind.
History taught her that the Lannisters and Tyrells were not natural allies, and that the Baratheons themselves were sworn enemies to the lions at various points in history. But then again, Victaria could not say that a single house was exempt from rivalry and war, they all fought against one another at some point many years ago. Maybe it was the voice of her mother still speaking, but she sought power and thought that the Lannister appointment could be advantageous for her own house. If a Targaryen could unite with a Lannister, anything was possible. Victaria became determined to ensure that she pushed her husband to further the interests of their house, the stags needed to be a force once again.