THE LADY DELANE ROWAN wears a purple gown with blue undertones, the stars adorning it appearing as though they are moving between lines evocative of clouds. the array of dyed feathers at each hem only adds to the ethereality of the dress, leaving one with a sparkling impression of the beginnings of sunrise.
name: delane rowan
deh-lane ﹔ from the alder grove
title: lady of goldengrove
age: thirty
gender and pronouns: cis female, she + her
orientation: heterosexual
marital status: to be determined
APPEARANCE
faceclaim: dominique devenport
height: 172cm
hair: rich brown, has a natural light curl, past her waist
eyes: blue-green, depending upon the light
DETAILS
moral alignment: lawful good
mbti: isfj
personality: compassionate, dutiful, poised / biddable, withdrawn, aquiescent
languages spoken: common, some high valyrian words
hobbies: embroidery, playing the high harp, visiting the sept
AESTHETICS
hidden callouses on gentle fingers ﹔ the garden of her desires wilts, yet flowers of obedience are tended with unwavering devotion in the hopes that they grow into something beautiful ﹔ a quiet whisper of skirts against stone the only indication of approach ﹔ you give and give and give — what is left? who is left? ﹔ the melancholy tenderness of sorrow gleaming in downcast eyes ﹔ murmured prayers break the stillness of early morning
HISTORY
a heir to continue the family and a spare to wed for its benefit: such was the mindset of the current ruling lord rowan, and so were his children raised. expectations were high and delane was given standards to uphold from a very young age, the limited behaviors acceptable for a proper lady to be maintained at all times. fulfillment of these requirements was seen as the bare minimum rather than an achievement. appearances and duty taking precedence over all ( the former over the latter ) was not limited to their children, however; her mother was left the task of governance while her father spent most of his time in king's landing acting as hand to the queen, only returning to his seat every few moons to resolve outstanding matters of both vassal and family. it was hardly a surprise that neither had time to cherish a second born daughter, and though a lonely childhood, perhaps, it was not a harrowing one — or so delane consoled herself as she was yet again dismissed without a glance.
so life passed, tutors taking the time of friends, duties replacing pleasure, propriety superseding a childhood, until delane was six and ten and summoned into the ruling lord's solar on one of his visits. hope blooms eternal, and she brought her latest piece of embroidery to demonstrate her progress desirous of even a modicum of praise, but it was wrinkled between tightening palms as the lord hand informed her of the true purpose of their interaction: she would be returning with him to kings landing, the queen having agreed to a requested position at her eldest daughter's side.
the capital is akin to a viper's pit even for those well prepared, but she left the only place she had ever known and was thrust headfirst into the game without so much as a word of instruction. her father, once he had secured the additional grains of power he sought after, cared only for her comportment and availability when he required something and provided no comfort. faced with years of icy chill from a suspecting princess and clawing avarice at every turn, delane turned to inconspicuousness and obedience as her shield. courtesies were upheld but fewer meaningful connections made, a harsh lesson learned from those desirous of a connection to the lord hand rather than the individual; tasks given were carried out and events attended, keeping to the background whenever possible; when the queen grew more devout, so too did her hand ( in appearance, at least ) which meant that his daughter must as well, and although visits to the sept began as a duty, it at least became a favorite respite.
over a decade has passed since she arrived in king's landing yet it still does not feel like home. there has been improvement to the relationship between herself and the princess, but the sensation of intruding still persists as conversations hush when she enters a room. once optimistic and trusting, she has withdrawn to protect herself to whatever extent she can. the time draws near, however, when she will be required to fulfill the purpose her father set at birth, weary heart rallying to the thought that perhaps kinder things are to come.
POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS
parvenus: the daughter of the hand of the king is often the target of those hoping to reach her father, though much grief might be avoided if they knew this path is all but futile
in-waiting: as the princess daenaera's lady in waiting she is a known presence in the red keep, the dichotomy of doing her lady's bidding while attempting to keep to herself ever at odds
pious: the sept is a haven and one often frequented, and devout often find companionship in each other
he had only been here a handful of times , mostly on business concerning the vale . it felt . . . peculiar to be in kingslading — at the red keep even — for anything other than political concerns . he says that the capital too far or maybe the vale , detached . either way , arstan tried to at least enjoy the company of every single noble in westeros and across the narrow sea . whatever enjoying means . " tyroshi pear brandy they said this one was called , " arstan commented , taking a glance at his goblet . " it's taste . . . i haven't had anything quite like this . "
she let out a laugh at the other's expression. "of course you haven't — it's tyroshi. we are without compare in the known world and beyond." to her mind, false modesty was far more offensive than blatant opinion. should she be anything but proud of her home? finding one among this gathering not holding the belief that their birthplace surpassed all others would be nigh impossible, even if lixia was the only one to voice it. "if you won't drink it, i will," expectant hand reached out, never one to let good alcohol go to waste.
thus far, lixia found herself rather bored of the capital. where was the vibrance, the noise, the thrill of life? all she had found were posturing nobility and black decorations, which did not bode well for her continued presence, regardless of her brother's intent. yawn was barely stifled as she surveyed the room; at least tonight the attire was of marginal interest, though the colors barely compared to those at home. there must be some diversion to be had — an idea struck, and she leaned towards the person nearby. "when do you think we get to see the dragon?" for surely an event celebrating a targaryen queen would display their house's living embodiment.
THE LADY LIXIA NAHARIS wears a gown reminiscent of the night sky adorned with bejeweled stars, beginning with the darkest blue and fading to white. sleeves trail behind to add yet another layer to the gown's train, with the scandalously low neckline seemingly emphasizing her distain for conservative westerosi sensibilities. a diadem of silver and gold continues the starry motif, and silver chains attached to earrings hang below her neck chime with every movement.
name: lixia naharis
li-sha ﹔ 黎 (lí) "dawn" and 霞 (xiá) "rosy clouds"
title: lady of tyrosh
age: five and twenty
gender and pronouns: cis female, she + her
orientation: mostly heterosexual
marital status: unbetrothed and unwed
APPEARANCE
faceclaim: sun zhenni
height: 164cm
hair: dark and straight
eyes: dark, often dancing with laughter
DETAILS
mbti: estp
moral alignment: chaotic neutral
personality: vivacious, outspoken, spirited / rash, defiant, impulsive
languages spoken: the tyroshi bastardization of high valyrian, common
hobbies: dueling, swimming, knife throwing, dancing, seeking adventure
AESTHETICS
turns of phrase spoken without care ﹔ footsteps advance according to pattern as a pair turns around each other, fluid and intimate — is it a dance or a sword fight? is there a difference? ﹔ rosy and crimson flowers floating on rippling water as the light catches ﹔ an insatiable hunger, an unquenchable thirst for more that fuels her relentless pursuit of uncharted experiences ﹔ a laugh as bright as the shine of her blade ﹔ beware always receiving your desires, sages say, lest they become expected rather than appreciated, but such warnings ever pass unheeded
HISTORY -- -- full ver coming soon !
the vibes: precious youngest daughter, never refused any desire, a distorted but still encouraged reflection of her father's greed for more. fascination with steel begins as a way to defend herself as she wanders through colorful streets and becomes an obsession. familial power increases and so do opportunities, all grasped tightly and consumed. abilities and exploits alike increase, met with a grin of delight as she rushes forward -- until a snake in the grass strikes true and an unassailable pillar crumbles. family must come together to weather storms, and she will heed the new archon's instructions; at least temporarily.
POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS
voyager: those traveling through tyrosh likely became acquainted with the youngest naharis, and visitors to the other free cities may have as well during her travels
abut: tyrosh is the closest of the free cities to westeros, and she has ventured into the southern lands on occasion
armament: a time was spent with the adamantine jade sellsword company, and though she did not participate in any pitched battles, her presence was found in their camp
gif meme of brutal truths ˋ°•*⁀➷ anonymous asked: A secondary female character I liked more than the brutally annoying female lead
"Forget it. I could not bother explaining to you. Anyway, I am free now. I shall go now wherever I want."
SUN ZHEN NI 孙珍妮 as PIAN RAN
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TILL THE END OF THE MOON 长月烬明 (2023)
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