lee jae wook, twenty-nine, cis man, he/him. announcing the arrival of OLYVAR of house HOUSE PAEGE, the LORD of HARRENHAL. whispers among the court name them to be both CONTEMPLATIVE and ANXIOUS in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in hunting. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of the weight of dread sitting heavily upon shoulders when thinking of the future ; the rich smell of old books on a dusty shelf ; fog lingering on the horizon ; a thunderstorm at the end of a beautiful day ; a sturdy wall slowly crumbling over time.
# basic information.
official name: olyvar paege. nicknames: oly. noble title: lord of harrenhal. date of birth: april 5th. age: twenty nine. birthplace: harrenhal, riverlands. home: harrenhal, riverlands. nationality: rivermen. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. orientation: bisexual. monikers: the silent storm. languages: common ; a few words of valyrian. accent: speaks in soft, low tones. little emotion in his words.
# physical information.
faceclaim: lee jae wook. ethnicity: andal. hair: black. eyes: dark brown. height: 6'2. build: athletic, moderately muscled. scent: woodsy. dominant hand: right. allergies: none. scars: a few minor ones from childhood scuffles and hunting accidents. distinguishing features: his often emotionless face. clothing style: muted, earthy colors. he doesn't care for flashy pieces, instead option for things that are easy to wear, functional, and simple.
# personality.
label: the stoic. mbti: istj. enneagram: the reformer. element: earth. star sign: capricorn. temperament: extremely mild. character inspirations: tbd. deadly sin: envy. heavenly virtue: diligence. godly parent: anubis.
# drives.
hobbies: hunting, fishing, reading, stress cleaning. attempting to marry his siblings ( and himself ) off to someone wealthy. religion: faith of the seven. alliance: his family. personal goals: find a way to get his family out of their severe debt, no matter the cost. would they choose family or power? family.
tbd. but a VERY quick summary: stressed out, anxious fella who is trying his hardest to secure himself and his siblings strong ( aka wealthy ) marriages to ensure house paege doesn't lose everything they have. he has little time for fun when he's too busy scheming how to save the family funds. ( or lack there of ).
# wanted connections.
the betrothal: romantic / political. TEMP ON HOLD.
someone ( any gender ) who has recently accepted a betrothal from olyvar. they need to be from a family that has a good amount of fortune, as his whole reason for rushing to marry is to ensure his family restores their wealth. ideally, i would love for them to eventually have a love marriage, but it will likely start off as solely political.
a thing of the past: former romantic partner.
olyvar always prided himself on being a virtuous man. he did not venture into the realm of debauchery--until your muse came along. this muse was the first of many things for olyvar, though for whatever reason ( we'll discuss the deets ), the pair ended up calling off their situationship. open to any gender.
two peas in a pod: best friend.
anxiety tw: i'd love for olyvar to have a best friend very opposite of him. someone loud, social, and essentially everything oly is not. it would be nice if this friend was really good at handling oly's anxious moments, as he often has to handle any anxiety attacks alone out of fear of embarrassing his family. any gender and preferably from the riverlands!
just not good enough: failed betrothal.
olyvar and his family said no to a proposal from your muse/their house lol. your muse's house was simply not rich enough to waste a marriage on. this denial has caused a bit of bad blood between oly/the paege house and your muse/their house. any gender.
there was no place she'd rather be. like the sea would never part from the shore, she would forever remain with her princess. one day another marriage would be arranged sooner rather than later, but helaena would find a way to stay nearby. ❝ i'm glad to hear that. ❞ though she wouldn't have been disappointed to hear of gossip. ❝ my travels were quite short. i've remained at princess catraena's side since we all left highgarden. ❞
the trauma of highgarden still felt fresh in the minds of many, and while beric was a man of the thrill, even that had been far too much. still, it pleased the lord to know the lady had managed to enjoy life after the horror. “i had no fear in my heart that you would find your place here. and what a fine place it is.” there was a certain sense of pride that swelled in him upon knowing helaena had found such lofty friends. that very pride showed in his face, like a father watching a child succeed. “if you should find the time, blackhaven would be so pleased to have you within its walls again.”
the tragedies of past gatherings hadn't vanished from her minds, storms and fire raining joining the potential settings of her dreamscape, but trapping herself in them prevented embracing the future's dawn. cella could think of no better way to herald in a new chapter than a celebration of new life. ❝ of course! ❞ maiden didn't even require music - sometimes twirling though harrenhal's halls between reality and illusion. ❝ though, i highly doubt her majesty would ever throw a dull ball. ❞ each of the few she'd been fortunate to attend had all been distinctly breathtaking. ❝ have you danced at all, oly? ❞
his sister's enthusiasm brought a warm smile to olyvar's face. while he himself didn't truly care much for such events, it always did bring nothing but pure joy to his heart when myrcella enjoyed herself. “it makes me wonder how she plans to top it with the next one.” but the curiosity only lingered a moment, as the shift to his own behaviors of the night had him rubbing a hand anxiously at the back of his neck. “ah--yes. it would be a terrible lie if i claimed to not have danced with a good half the attendees.” not for the sake of enjoyment of course. he was a man on a mission, and that mission was connections ( and marriage ). “i fear i may not be able to walk tomorrow morning if i keep it up any longer.”
@steelfyre, @divineviclence, @vi0light, @saltandsilk, @crueltied + 0/2 open
Tonight's celebrations overruled the tragedies of the past and even a bear of the mountains seemed well at home amidst the ton; his mood, content and mild. Perhaps it was the silver lining that such an occasion was a gift to have forced both rulers of the Vale to mingle and unconsciously, with wandering gaze, he searches the crowd for his wife, blind to where it was that he was headed towards. His shoulder bumps into them and his gaze snaps back to the other, " apologies. " He blinks, surveying the other so as to make sure he didn't cause too much offense. " It's far too easy to lose your footing in these halls, and even worse for you, especially, to now learn I was born with two left feet. "
such gatherings were not meant for olyvar to have fun. no, there were much more important activities to partake in--like purposely bumping into lord arryn to ensure a conversation was locked firmly in. it was an accident, of course. certainly not at all something he had planned from the moment he saw the lord moving. and when the elder apologized, olyvar was quick to dismiss. “not at all, lord antony. it seems i was enjoying my wine far too much to see where my own feet were carrying me.” mostly a lie, but he did enjoy the wine cupped in his hand. “perhaps it best we both avoid dancing at the same time. but i do hope you are enjoying yourself at the least.” a cheeky smile followed the words.
He attempted to keep younger siblings within eye-line throughout the festivities, but as patrons fell deeper into cups, dancing less orderly and crowd more chaotic, it was getting harder and harder. A leash, next time. Or something more eye-catching. He cursed his whole life, leading to that point, before abandoning his almost full cup in a more active search. Of course, after the first pass over the room was fruitless, his expression teetered closer towards panic, and he sought out the first familiar face. "Lord Beric. Apologies, but you have not happened to see my siblings, have you? They seem to find great fun in sending me to an early grave."
while beric never would turn down a good gathering, even he had become a bit disoriented amongst the hustle of it all. after long losing count of all whom he had shared some chatter with, the heir of blackhaven had only begun to glance around for a new conversation buddy when it seemed to have found him instead. a gentle smile was offered, the familiar face bringing some surprising comfort. alas, the near panic on lord amos' face had beric placing a hand upon the other's shoulder to offer a light squeeze. “relax, my friend. i saw lady arushi not too long ago,” he reassured, the squeeze being replaced by a light, hopefully comforting pat. “i am sure she and the others are perfectly well behaved and not at all finding themselves in precarious situations.” a playful tone matched the grin that followed.
" Do my eyes deceive? " Calls out first with raised lilt, as though mischief was as much his companion as was his words used as jabs. Steps confidently beside his brothers shadow and claps a hand over his shoulder, warm and audacious as he grins; all toothy charm, and happiness creased with the smile that lit his smile. " I had thought I had saw a boar amongst the ton. " All in good nature, he makes clear with a boyish chuckle !
a warm laugh rumbled easily from belly, a brotherly bond never faltering despite any time apart. “every good party needs a boar--though, i would rather not be the one hunted this time.” his smile matched the joy of his tone, arms quick to wrap around the younger for a rough, tight embrace. the elder kept it short, stepping back a moment later to place both hands upon his brother's shoulders to give him a good once over. “and look at you. surely fighting off the suitors at this rate?”
❝ lord dondarrion. ❞ a smile accompanied nereid's greeting. despite a year spent on westerosi soil, her circle of those who surpassed the title of acquaintance remained small, for duty and friendship had kept her close to dragonstone princess' side, but the lord heir was among those ranks. ❝ i hope all has been well at blackhaven since your last letter? ❞
eyes alight with joy, the heir of blackhaven wasted no time falling back into friendly mannerisms as he spotted the other. “lady helaena--i had hoped you would be here,” he greeted swiftly, a gentle bow offered to match. “as for blackhaven--” he paused a moment as he straightened up. he'd spare her the confession of being on an adventure more than within the walls. “all is very well. and i hope your travels have been just as comfortable?”
she felt at ease walking through moonlight, and tonight it shown upon joy rather than horrors that lurked in the shadows. dreamy smile hadn't faded from cella's lips since the lights had brightened the great hall - what a wondrous display the illumination had been! though the magic hadn't faded. ❝ the candles resemble starlight so that sometimes i forget we aren't outside ❞ realty blurring particularly when she'd been twirling across the dance floor earlier in the evening.
attending social events was something olyvar knew he would never be quite fond of. however, seeing his younger sibling enjoying herself ( and the admittedly beautiful decor ) made even the anxious older paege find a reason to smile. “ it is magnificent, ” he agreed swiftly, dark eyes locked upon the beautiful display around them. it was quite the show, one fit perfectly for the new little princess. dropping his gaze back to his sister, a curious question was found. “ would you still have danced so gracefully had it been more--bland? ”
viggo mortensen, forty-six, cis man, he/him. announcing the arrival of BERIC of house DONDARRION, the LORD HEIR OF BLACKHAVEN. whispers among the court name them to be both GENEROUS and RECKLESS in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in travel. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of love letters stashed safely away for frequent reminders ; falling asleep to the sound of soft rain ; losing track of time on afternoon walks through the forest ; spontaneous trips across the seas ; the crackling sound of a campfire. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late.
# basic information.
official name: beric dondarrion. nicknames: beri ( family only ). noble title: lord heir of blackhaven. date of birth: december 5th. age: forty six. birthplace: blackhaven, stormlands. home: blackhaven, stormlands. nationality: stormlander. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. orientation: heterosexual. monikers: the boar of blackhaven. languages: common ; moderate valyrian due to his travels. accent: gentle tones, emotion easily expressed.
# physical information.
faceclaim: viggo mortensen. ethnicity: first men. hair: dark brown. eyes: light blue. height: 6'4. build: well build, moderately muscled and sturdy. scent: woodsy and smokey. dominant hand: right. allergies: none. scars: many minor ones ; a six inch jagged scar along his left side courtesy of a boar. distinguishing features: his gentle gaze. clothing style: dark clothes, best suited for travel and battle.
# personality.
label: the brave. mbti: esfp. enneagram: the enthusiast. element: fire. star sign: sagittarius. temperament: energetic, but very capable of toning it down for certain situations. character inspirations: indiana jones, rick o'connell, bilbo baggins. deadly sin: pride. heavenly virtue: fortitude. godly parent: diana.
# drives.
hobbies: hunting, traveling, camping, whittling, archery, swordplay. religion: the old gods. alliance: his family. personal goals: find a loving wife and see his siblings succeed in their own journey for a love-filled life. would they choose family or power? family.
# familial ties.
parent one: ruling lord olyvar dondarrion. relationship: close. parent two: ruling lady jaina dondarrion nee connington. relationship: close. twin: lady orianne dondarrion. relationship: closest friend/literal twin flame. younger sibling: lord rhys dondarrion. relationship: tbd. younger sibling: lord/lady/leige dondarrion. relationship: tbd.
# narrative.
a man who is both full of gentleness and fierceness all at ones, beric is what his family would consider a well-rounded man. born only eight minutes before his twin, he has been raised knowing blackhaven will one day be his and he will be responsible for the family. this has made him very protective over them all, yet ensures he does not suffocate or limit them in any of their life desires.
he's a romantic at heart, one whom you could say falls fast and hard. alas, none of his relations have resulted in a marriage, as either timing or untimely events prevented it. though in his mid forties, beric has not given up at all on the idea of a loving marriage and children. hope continues to fill his heart, even as the years tick by.
despite his usual gentle nature, beric is known for his prowess with both his hands, a sword, and bow. he earned the moniker "the boar of blackhaven" after taking down a boar without a weapon in his early twenties. he continues to better himself through rigorous training, often traveling to other parts of the world to learn from them.
# wanted connections.
the failed betrothal: former romantic.
beric was previously betrothed to a noble woman in his younger years, though something happened ( neither a fault of either participant ) to force the engagement to be called off. though the romantic side of it all had to end, i would like them still to be on good terms with each other, very much a "i'll ride to your aid if you ever need" type deal.
hunting pals: platonic friendship.
beric loves to hunt and he loves to hunt with others! give him a hunting pal or two who get together a few times a year to enjoy a good hunt. open to any gender.
father in spirit: father/child relationship.
beric has no children of his own ( that he knows of ), but very much would take on the role of a father to anyone who didn't have one / had a poor relationship their own. from giving advice, helping financially when he can, etc. he'd be there to do his best for those who need a good role model.
penpal: platonic friendship. ( taken by helaena zalyne )
beric and helaena met during helaena's brief marriage to a westerosi lord. they befriended each other during that time, and despite the marriage ending shortly after, beric and helaena have continued to keep in touch with letters. now that helaena is in westeros again, beric is doing all he can to ensure the lady is comfortable, knowledgeable about the lands, and well taken care of.
