Lord of the Vale

Bastian Arryn 43 | House Arryn | Lord "At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well.” Than What people see "There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait, just you wait..." Bastian Arryn is an original character for crownlessrp

[lordxarryn]

The journey had been longer than Bastian intended, mostly for the sake of remaining out of sight of too many prying eyes. And it was quite the draw in to notice a dwarf traveling, especially on his way to Casterly Rock. Bastian had made an effort to avoid unwanted attention and only stayed at an inn only because he knew he could trust the innkeeper to keep his mouth shut. Their next stop had been Sarsfield, a place Bastian had been familiar with. Back when his father was Lord of the Vale, he was brought along on some of the journeys on the River Road toward Casterly Rock, making a short stop at Sarsfield to meet with the lord and lady of the house. At the time, Bastian was there to learn more of the politics and to aid in his father's council, but most of the time, his father would ignore him or undercut any input he offered-- and later take credit for his son's ideas.

But now, Bastian was Lord of the Vale, he made good efforts to maintain the alliances his father negotiated, and one of those was with the houses on The Rock. Though his visit to Sarsfield was more than just to keep alliances; for years, he had made efforts to stay in touch with the young Lady of the household, Laenah Sarsfield. They would write once a year, but Bastian figured it would be rude not to at least visit while he was passing through. She was a friend, or he liked to consider her a friend, so he felt it necessary to catch up in person.

So he arrived with his small band of guards, the group intentionally small and full of his best men to keep himself well guarded but also discreet. He left the Eyrie in good hands, having little to no worry about leaving for a few days. And it would only be another day until he got to The Rock. Now, he was worried about finding Lady Sarsfield. After being welcomed by the servants of the house, Bastian had taken a moment to wander the grounds. He had a few ideas of where the girl could be, and made his way outside to seek her out.

As soon as he spotted her, Bastian smiled and gave a small bow of his head. “Lady Sarsfield. It has been a while. I hope you have been well since we last wrote?”

@laenahs

[lordxarryn]

bran stark, daario naharis, gilly

bran stark: if you could warg into any animal what animal would you choose and why?

“A dragon. And no, not because of my lack of stature. A creature that powerful and that marvelous-- I would like to see through its eyes, even if it’s for one day. Being able to fly and hunt, breathe fire-- what other creature is as amazing as a dragon? And not many things can kill a dragon. Not saying they are indestructible, but I am genuinely curious how far their loyalties to their masters stretch...”

daario naharis: what would you do to impress someone?

“I don’t have much for physical strength or ways of wielding a sword to impress anyone. The best I can do is show how much I know. And I am charming once in a while, believe it or not. I can also hold my liquor. Not sure how many people would find that impressive, but you can be surprised with the people you meet.”

gilly:do you ever feel out of place?

“If I were to tell you ‘no’, you would know I was lying. I never quite felt at home when I was a child, despite my name and status in the Eyrie. To this day I still hear what people say about the Imp of the Eyrie, how I have people looking down on me, how a man of my stature can handle being Lord, or what have you. The jokes don’t hold their humor after the hundreds of times I hear them.”

[neoliberalismkills]

Do you ever get into an argument with someone and find yourself unable to speak for a moment because you’re just so blown away by how utterly wrong and ignorant the other person is being and you can’t understand how anyone could actually believe the things they are saying

[rpingmemes]

Screw the rules, I’m doing what’s right.

(via rpingmemes)

[lordxarryn]

shireen baratheon, davos seaworth, catelyn stark

shireen baratheon: what is something you’ve taught someone else?

“Do not underestimate me.”

davos seaworth: who makes up your family?

“Other than my blood family? Perhaps some close friends. They may not be family by blood, but good friends can keep just as good company as family can. And wonderful drinking partners.”

catelyn stark: do you miss anyone?

“My mother. She was a sweet woman, kind and gentle. But fierce when it came to protecting her own. She loved her children, perhaps enough for herself and her husband.”

[lordxarryn]

davos seaworth, oberyn martell, shireen baratheon

davos seaworth: who makes up your family?

“My older brother and both of my younger sisters,” came his reply, rather simply. “My mother passed away too young, and my father… I only call him that because we are bound by blood and name. And wit. Nothing more.”

oberyn martell: do you believe in getting revenge?

“What’s the saying… ‘an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind’?” Bastian paused for another moment, head tilting slightly to the side, “But in some instances, I do find myself considering whether I would actually heed that warning. I’m not one to take betrayal or threats to my family as easily as some others might.”

shireen baratheon: what is something you’ve taught someone else?

“I taught my sisters how to read. I used to read to them after mother died-- I suppose for the sake of keeping tradition as well as education. The maester insisted on teaching them himself, saying a lord shouldn’t have to bring that upon himself, but I insisted.”

[lordxarryn]

OBERYN.

The cold expanse of The North was slowly being put behind him as he journied South once more with Starfall as his final destination, eventually. He was in little rush to return to the island that sat in the middle of the Torentine when it would only mean placing himself in the company of a man that he loathed and his patience was not yet up to scratch for him to be nearly prepared enough to try not to match his father’s ire with distaste and disdain of his own. Those feelings had only grown upon arriving at Winterfell and his fears of the plague of magic that was plaguing his country having spread were only confirmed. It simply seemed to prove him right that his father’s eyes would alwyas be facing inwards and no concern would ever be given to any outside of the Dayne’s lands.

The knight was unashamed of his dwadling when he felt as though he would be doing far more on his travels than he could ever accomplish back at home. Starfall was well protected with countless knights there ready to lie down their lives for those that were contained within their borders, as per his father’s orders. Oberyn felt little need for himself to be there too when he had already found himself to be of more use on the road helping where he could and doing his best to share what little knowledge he had on what had happened so that they could all be as prepared as was possible against this new thre

He had been spending some time in the Riverlands, mostly going unnoticed as he explored all that the kingdom had to off. It would have been impossible for him to pass through completely unnoticed when he was far too Dornish and wore Dawn too proudly but he had at least succeeded in not causing too much of a stir. After a day of helping some locals, Oberyn returned to the inn where he was staying only to immediate catch sight of what he thought was a familiar face, his suspicions confirmed when the man spoke. A drink is ordered and he sits casually a foot or so away, addressing the question asked before he launches into anything else. “Some would say believing is better than skepticism.”

It seems obvious to him that Lord Arryn is aiming for an air of incognito and for that reason alone he doesn’t clap him on the back like he usually would. Instead a slow drink is taken from his win before his gaze drifts back towards his friend when the attention is no longer focused on them. “It’s good to see you, old friend.” A grin spreads over his features as he stresses the word old, always seeking some opportunity to poke fun at someone he knew was aware of how to give as good as they got. “Though I cannot say I expected to see you so far from your mountains, have you finally decided to come down from your perch?”

Bastian hadn’t expected his company to be a familiar face, recognizing the Dornish knight as soon as he spoke. His gaze lifted once more from his drink, offering Oberyn a small smirk in response before it disappeared behind his cup for another drink. It had been a long while since he had seen Oberyn, far too long in his honest opinion. But given recently darker times in Westeros and constant planning and negotiating, Bastian had been keeping himself very busy. This had been one of few times he was able to depart from the Eyrie, and he knew he had to be cautious about who saw him. But Oberyn was a man he could trust, of that he was certain.

“And it is good to see you, boy,” he jested, putting equal emphasis on the ‘title’. If he was going to poke at his age, he could return the favor in kind. All in good fun, of course. And honestly, he was very glad to see him alive and well, from the horrific events he heard from the North. He was uncertain if the knight from Dorne had been there himself, but to see for himself that he survived brought him quite a bit of relief.

“I never said I didn’t believe it,” he referenced his first remark, giving a shake of his head, “only the childish idea of ghosts killing people. People kill people, not phantoms.” Of course he believed what had happened. And knowing that magic may have been involved was very concerning, especially in the hands of elusive assassins as these. All the more reason to be wary.

Bastian gave an amused snort at the other’s remark, “Believe it or not, I do come down from there once in a while. Never as much fun perched up above everyone, you know. You tend to miss things if you don’t leave the comforts of home. Which is why I’m not surprised to see you far from your own home, even after the King in the North’s coronation. Not so eager to return south?”

[yurkhaz-blog]

Children are not their fathers, luckily for all of us.

[lordxarryn]

“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”

Bastian Arryn Aesthetic [1/?]

[crownlessrp-blog1]

[lordxarryn]

crownlessrp:

“ I AM AWARE THAT I AM LESS THAN SOME PEOPLE PREFER ME TO BE, BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE UNAWARE THAT I AM SO MUCH MORE THAN WHAT THEY SEE. ” - Douglas Pagels

FULL NAME: Bastian Arryn

AGE: Forty-Three

HOUSE: Arryn

TITLE: Lord of the Vale

OCCUPATION / VOCATION: Lord of the Vale

ORIGIN: The Eyrie

CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Eyrie

ALLEGIANCE: The Vale, House Arryn

TRAITS:

+ Intelligent, Compassionate, Determined

- Skeptical, Self Doubting, Snarky

BIOGRAPHY:

Bastian was born the middle child to Harlan and Jeyne Arryn, Lord and Lady of the Vale. Had he been born to a common family, Bastian was well aware he would have been abandoned, left in the wild to die. But he was born lucky, into a high born family that instead, decided to keep him. He was sure it was his mother who had convinced Harlan not to throw him through the Moon Door, having enough love for their son for the both of them. Which worked in Bastian’s favor, despite his appearance. Harlan didn’t expect his son to live long, but Jeyne adored her second son.

As he grew, Bastian was very different from his brother, and not just in appearance. While his older brother was focused on learning to weild a blade and to fight, Bastian was more focused on sharpening his mind. He read many books and learned much of the history of the Eyrie and Westeros, impressing both his mother and the maester with his knowledge. History and politics always fascinated him, and he read and reread all the books he had been given on either subjects. But no matter how much he read, no matter how quickly his mind worked, it never seemed to impress his father. He seemed entirely too focused on his work, on making the Eyrie and House Arryn independent from its dragon rulers. And on convincing his eldest son to be his heir, for he would “refuse to let an imp be the Lord of the Vale”. But when his eldest son abandoned the title of Lord of the Vale for the sword and intensity of battle, Bastian was next in line, whether Harlan liked it or not.

Harlan Arryn was desperate for a third child, a son to be heir. Practically brushing Bastian aside as if he were nothing. Bastian knew he had been the reason the marriage between his parents had quickly become toxic, the couple constantly arguing over him and his worth to the House. Bastian took to his studies and work to drown out the shouting, burying himself in books to shut out the self loathing and his insecurities. Eventually, Jeyne had become pregnant and gave birth to twins. Twin daughters. It would have been a lie to say Harlan was not disappointed, but Jeyne adored her daughters as much as she adored her sons. Bastian loved his sisters, too, and having them around made living in The Eyrie much more bearable.

After the birth of the twins, however, Jeyne fell terribly ill. The illness was a surprise to everyone, especially with how quickly it hit Jeyne. Harlan was by his wife’s side, abandoning his duties at times to be there for his wife. And when Jeyne had passed away, the Arryn family was devastated. Jeyne had been the one thing that kept the family together, that held such love for her children when Harlan was much more cold and distant. And that distance was maintained even after Jeyne’s death; withdrawing into himself and lashing out viciously at anyone who dared to get close. Bastian had tried many times to gain council from his father for The Eyrie and The Vale, but his father was far too consumed by grief to participate. Eventually that grief ended up killing him, leaving the Arryn children to collect the shambles of House Arryn.

Bastian had stepped in to be the mouthpiece for his father, taking the reigns and becoming a young Lord of the Vale. From watching his father and his continuous studies, Bastian was able to get House Arryn back in order after the sudden deaths of his parents. Alliances were being renegotiated and House Arryn was returning to its former glory. But with House Targaryen’s rule still hanging over their heads, Bastian had shared one common goal with his father: to break free from their dragon rulers and become independent. It would take time and strong alliances, but he was keen to do whatever was necessary to make it happen for the sake of his family and his House.

FACECLAIM: Peter Dinklage

[lordxarryn]

It hadn't been a safe time to travel. But when was there ever a safe time to do anything? Bastian was well aware of the attack in The North, each guest of the King's coronation losing a member from their House as a sort of morbid message to all of Westeros. Yet Bastian knew that couldn't keep him locked up in The Eyrie. No, he had things to do. He could send someone in his stead out west to Casterly Rock to speak with the Lannisters. It would have been far more discreet than going himself, but he was a firm believer of handling work himself. It was the only eay he could be assured that the alliance between House Arryn and House Lannister would be settled, so long as he was there to speak his peace and negotiate anything. The Eyrie would still be there when he would return, so long as his journey was a quiet one.

Accompanied by a small band of guards, Bastian had been riding west down the River Road. The plan was to avoid staying at the Crossroads Inn for the sake of avoiding to draw attention to themselves and instead, decided to stay at the Kneeling Man. With more than enough pay and the inn keeper's word that his mouth would stay shut, Bastian settled for staying in a corner at the bar. His guards were nearby, at ease, but keeping an ever watchful eye over their lord as he took another pull of his drink. Nothing like the wine he had back in The Eyrie, but Bastian was open to expanding his palette.

Many strangers came and went, no one paying Bastian much mind. And he was satisfied with that; having a drink to himself before a night's rest was his plan before they would return to the road. The soft murmurs of conversation were a constant sound at the inn, the patrons enjoying their drinks and conversing with themselves. Mostly talk of the King in the North's coronation, a well spoken topic of conversation for those who weren't there. Talk of phantom assassins and magic being the culprits, to which Bastian did his best to bite his tongue. Though the urge to speak was always far too strong.

Bastian had finished drinking from his cup, scooting it away from himself. "Amazing what people believe now days, isn't it?" he murmured to the patron nearby. He knew he should have kept quiet, kept attention off of himself, but he was growing bored only listening to the conversations instead of being part of one. Or starting a much better one. “Granted I didn’t see the phantoms myself, but I’m sure that attack in The North wasn’t merely a ghost story to tell children at night.”

[trenzawhor-deactivated20160504]

I’m gonna wing it

Me, about something I most definitely should not wing (via

trenzawhor)

- me about life

(via sarahmelinda)

[w-i-n-t-e-r-i-s-h-e-r-e]

[dope-fashion-style-deactivated2]

Underestimate me so I can embarrass you.

(via dope-fashion-style)

[lordsnow]

Did he– did he think– did he think I wanted to be born this way? Did he think I chose it?

[lordxarryn]

tag dump!

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