“Dornish women were lewd, Dornish wine was sour, and Dornish food was full of queer hot spices. And the Dornish sun was hotter than the pale, wan sun of Norvos, glaring down from a blue sky day after day.”
( alia bhatt, cis female, she/her ) — here ye, here ye, behold the princess of sunspear, nyria martell. the twenty-four year old is known for being adventurous but has the tendency to be calculating too, which should be expected of the storm of sunspear. ( slender daggers peaking out of the fanned out hem of a vibrant dress, the relishing relief of the first drops of rain after a drought, a quirked brow that goes unnoticed by an enemy who’s already been beaten, the taste of freedom on tongue as you ride towards the setting sun on a sand steed )
BASICS.
full name: nyria nymerios martell.
title: princess of dorne.
kingdom: dorne.
unique title / moniker: the storm of sunspear.
gender: cis female.
age: twenty four.
sexuality: bisexual.
abilities: elemental - rhoynish water magic.
she’s definitely a charmer & knows how to turn it on when she wants to.
she adores her sand steed, named cress, takes better care of it than herself.
known for wearing colorful dornish gowns.
she’s vexingly defiant & believes when it comes to those close to her, it’s usually best to practice honesty to the point of bluntness because secrets among people you’re near to can get you killed
while she’s by no means a warrior, her parents did teach her to protect herself so she can hold her own & her father specifically shared with her his love of spears as a weapon
ABOUT.
they say the drought bore down on dorne as one of the longest they’d ever had to weather. that is, until the water broke on her mother’s womb and she was born– her birth was accompanied by a bold storm that rose above sunspear and moved throughout the nation, ending the drought and saving the land from further despair. the baby was named nyria, a shortened derivative of nymeria, an homage to their first princess and the woman who commanded ten thousand ships.
they called her the storm of sunspear and the smallfolk sang praises of an oblivious infant nyria for weeks. they claimed the skies broke with her birth, claimed she was born just to save them from scarcity, that she was glory made flesh - they claimed her for greatness. she became a legend just by being born and she’s never known how to stand in front of a shadow cast so big by happenstance.
she always adored her parents. their weathered eyes winking with vigor and passion when they smiled on her with preciousness, she couldn’t help but be in awe of them both. her mother grew her love of horses and held wisdom and bite in one body. and nyria loved her father especially, always following him around and tugging at his shirt. he loved her in kind, putting a spear in her hand when she was scarcely old enough to grip it all the way and even allowing her to sit beside his throne or on his lap when he was working - it was one of the rare times she could sit still. watching him fight and rule, she thought him the bravest man in all the world.
her valorous nature and adventurous spirit lead her into mischief, even when she was young. her older siblings were twins so nyria was determined to make her own fun, often wandering off. her mother would capture her attention with stories at night and nyria drank them up, relishing in the tales of intrigue and daring, memorizing many by heart.
she lost her parents too young, only being about 12; each year she grows older her remembrance of them grows more and more into absence. she’s managed to fill the emptiness inside with rage. she had always been an excitable girl, and had never much cared for the world outside her beloved dorne. but with her parents taken from her, convinced it was by the targaryen’s, her anger grew. and swelled even higher when she heard her eldest sister had been sold off like some steed to the targaryen’s in the name of “peace” - peace with a destructive empire with maddening rulers ruled by their own madness and greed.
with the death of her parents came the worry for her, the guards being greater and the eyes cutting sharper in her direction. but the way she was treated was not all that changed; nyria changed too. her carefree-nature melted into something more focused. she had to be smarter, like her siblings. she would not wear her emotions across her face like she used to. she would learn to hold her tongue around certain people until she was ready to bite. though she is not great at it, she has grown better through the years, much more calculating. her mind has always been interested in unique military strategies, and she applied that nature with relation to those who were her enemies - and many became her enemy in her mind’s eye with the death of her parents. she no longer knew who she could trust.
now she wears daggers under her dresses, concealed so well that the only time you can truly tell she’s unarmed is when she’s disrobed. now she is learning what it means to find freedom, if not for herself then at least for her people.
as the only eligible child of house martell left for betrothal, her hand was looked upon as advantageous. dorne is different, is allowed certain privileges that other lands are not, dorne is strong and the title of prince, even if it is not a ruling one, is alluring enough that many houses, great and otherwise, attempted to form an alliance through marriage with dorne. but they should’ve looked past her hand and to the anger in her eyes. while many came to vie for her hand, promising plenty to the prince, they did not have what it took to walk among vipers - and a young nyria proved it, placing serpents in their beds, at the feet of their steeds, and sometimes into their minds with doubt-causing whispers. she scared them off and her family was not stupid - they knew what she was doing. but her brother has not seen fit to marry her off yet.
nyria likes her hand unheld and free of a husband. in an attempt at rebellion, in the hopes of keeping her sovereignty longer, she bedded her first love in early adolescence. taking pleasure in her own, she continued her flirtatious trend. and who could resist such a girl, whose tongue can tame vipers when she sees fit but who tears through a room like a hurricane. she beds men and women in kind, though she considers her weakness to be skillful women with an air of danger about them.
it was a few years ago when she got lost traveling. an argument leading her to ride off alone, desperate to get away from the overbearing principles of responsibility. a sand storm found her lost on her own in the desert for days. the heat bore down and the water grew scarce and her anger and frustrating grew, swirling around her and on the second day, half delirious, she laid next to a dry stream as her emotions boiled over. she could scarcely remember the words she whispered to herself as water began to flow back into the stream. she had barely the strength to wet her face and her tongue before she passed out. she was found the next day unconscious next to a free-flowing stream that none could remember being there.
when she awoke back home, she at first tried to convince herself it was a hallucination but she could not ignore the hum in her bones, the difference in…something…or perhaps it had always been there, and she’d never known or chosen to ignore it. she could not resist the tug towards the library and ancient scrolls on water magic, learning about the rhoynish practice of it. she was particularly interested in how it was able to stop dragons…
now she feels the power crackling inside of her. she cannot do much because she has not managed control. even small acts like attempting to water a plant bring on a flooding of a fountain near her instead. she has told scarcely anyone about it, unsure what to make of it. it kills her to admit it, but she may need help, if she ever wants to make this power useful.
the sadness never goes away, the suffocating pressure of everyone she has lost sitting stiflingly in her chest. she wishes she could be as open as she once was when she was younger but the walls are there now. she questions her capability to love when she already carries so many people in her heart: her parents, her siblings, her people, her land. or when suitors have always said love and marriage and meant power and ownership and control. sometimes she thinks the burning anger inside of her is what is keeping her alive, though she questions if you can live off of fury.
she is leashed chaos, driven by love, emboldened by belief, and made all the more complicated with growing power - not just in the magical sense but also in the way she’s learned to conduct herself politically. her tongue still strikes like a serpent but she waits for it to coil more carefully now.
she is incredibly loyal, loving, and protective of her family, particularly her siblings. growing up, they were all she had. her heart is with dorne and her people. she’s heard the flippant, remarks by those in the other kingdoms about the dornish and their culture and in truth, the talk, and many of them, disgust her. she finds their succession laws foolish, much of their culture barbaric, and their food bland. she is quick to remind everyone that dorne was never conquered by the targaryens, that even fire and blood cannot make the sun bow to it, that in truth, the legacy of the targaryen conquest in dorne is one of failure; dorne only joined the seven kingdoms through marriage. and though it was on dornish terms, nyria’s always thought it a mistake. what do the other kingdoms know of dorne?
WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS.
you can find my post of wanted connections here! please feel free to message me to plot. i prefer tumblr but can do discord as well though i’m not well-versed. and/or like this and i’ll hit you up.
these are some plots/connections i’d love to have for nyria! these are by no means the only ones i’m looking for! i’m open to any you might want or have or suggest. these can also be combined and modified based on whatever we feel like suits our characters best! feel free to hit me up on here or on discord (fair warning though, i just started rping again during quarantine after years and have barely used discord so i’ma probably be very bad at it so sorry in advance).
PLATONIC.
best friends ( 0 / ? )
find description on main here.
unlikely friend
they could’ve already established a connection or it could be something that we play out as we go and develops. nyria doesn’t have a very high opinion of much of the rest of the seven kingdoms but with your character, she’s grudgingly finding you interesting and a good time. maybe their personalities or opposite or maybe it is just a matter of them being from another part of the kingdom that she doesn’t like but for whatever reason, she really likes your character and the two just click. they work and even after meeting they’re prone to sending letters to one another, catching up at every ball or tourney they both attend, and hearing about the latest in eachother’s lands.
childhood friends
they were friends as kids, always prone to slipping away with one another when their parents were talking with one another or getting caught taking sweets from the kitchen before they’d eaten. the two would hang around another and have a good time. but after her parents died, the two began losing touch little by little until they’ve stopped communicating altogether at this point. this could be a thing where either they no longer like eachother or they just lost contact.
wild hearts
dancing at balls together and going off and exploring, perhaps some could call their relationship shallow in many ways but it is a real connection. they may even write one another occasionally. basically someone who can go off exploring with nyria at times and have fun with at balls and go riding together and occasionally causing a bit of good ole’ trouble together.
ROMANTIC / SEXUAL. ( f / m / nb )
former flame, fanned again
they used to be paramours, more than just sex and feelings nyria never expected to have. they could’ve connected through one of them spending some time at the other’s house for a few months either because of peace talks, being sent to be some sort of temporary ward or to study something from the other’s land. regardless, they both fell for one another but nyria broke it off, either because of fear, political reasons, familial reasons or some sort of other external force but not out of lack of love. they still harbor feelings for one another, even after not seeing one another for several years.
sleeping with the enemy
nyria doesn’t trust people and while she may feel generally like it’s her and her family against the world, she doesn’t have many enemies proper per say. but your character...they rifle her feathers in a way she didn’t think possible. she views them with such anger and hatred that she can’t help but through venomous quips their way whenever possible to the point where the two have a rapour. however, that passion is also translating into...something more sexual. either it’s been happening, has happened before, or we can play it out so it hasn’t happened yet but regardless, these two have ended up sleeping together. they heatedly tell one another it means nothing...and then it happens again. and again. and it leads them to start to question whether or not there truly is no meaning to this.
suitor (s) ( 0 / ? )
either because of her alluring persona or her position as the only unmarried martell sibling, nyria’s hand has become one of hot commodity that has only grown since the marriage between her sister and the king. this could be your character being genuinely attracted to or having feelings for nyria or they could just be vying for her hand so they can accumulate power. regardless, they’re trying to court her or they could even be skipping pass the ideas of courting and be straight up trying to bargain for her hand either with her or her brother.
one night stand / sexual fling ( 2 / ? )
perhaps it was just a one night situation or perhaps it was going on for a bit before they broke it off but regardless, nyria showed them quite a nice time in bed. these could also be something we plot for the future; something upcoming.
charming the skin off a snake ( f )
those close to her have always joked that nyria could charm the skin off a snake and sometimes the allure for her is in the artistry of the chase. beautiful women with lips like forbidden fruit have always been her weakness and your character is her latest conquest. her tongue sings sweet nothings like a lyre to your character and your character knows it’s only a matter of time before you fall into her charms despite yourself.
used and seduced
not above using some of her more feminine wiles to get what she wants, your character has previously been enchanted by her. so much so that even just the promise of dueling tongues in a hallway or the slip of a shoulder strap and some batted eyelashes was enough to get you to do something for her -- likely something political. despite the flirtatious or even making out, she never actually slept with your character; she needed something and knew how to get you to give it to her. perhaps your character is even still vying for her, hoping to finally get to sleep with her.
broken betrothal (s) ( 0 / ? )
when she was younger, she’d try everything she could to evade betrothal, seeing it as a loss of freedom and frankly, given who some of her choices were, an utter end to a joyful life. your character was one of the people she helped break a betrothal -- or almost betrothal -- to back when she was younger. she was particularly known for putting serpents in strange places to spook their horses or in their beds to scare them away and put them off of dorne or lying to them/spreading some falsehood either about herself or the arrangement that cooled them off to marrying her. basically your character would likely see her as the girl who in her youth or early adolescence put a serpent in their bath or something.
OTHER.
secret magic tutor
not an official tutor but someone that unofficially “tutors” nyria in helping to control and strengthen her water magic. this doesn’t necessarily have to be someone else with magic, although it could be. it could also be someone who is well-read in history and/or spells and sorcery and knows a lot about it that can help her. while reluctant for their help and prickly about needing help in the first place, nyria can’t deny that she has her own ambitions for her magic that require her to be able to control it.
political alliance
she’ll play it close to the chest with those from the other houses outside of dorne but the fact of the matter is she doesn’t fuck with the targaryen’s and their lil dynasty. like, at all. nyria finds your character advantageous enough that she seeks to form an alliance with them. while she’s not in charge or dorne and cannot actually, ya know, fully do that, she does try her best to get her brother to see her opinion and for the right alliance, she might even try to consolidate her power for the sake of throwing it behind the dornish crown. this could also, if it’s with a character similar to her who isn’t actually the ruler but believes strongly in opposing the targaryens could mean that they help one another with their ambitions in whatever for that takes or even just supporting one another on a personal level and helping in any way that they can, be it through sharing information from spies, etc. maybe she’d even go so far as to give up the thing she loves most by agreeing to a betrothal: her freedom.
dancing with the dark side
your character isn’t evil by any means but they are known to have a more ruthless, manipulative or even hedonistic lifestyle. they see or have seen nyria and they see something in her, a potential for...something. they’re definitely a bad influence but nyria has been toeing a thinning line for far too long at this point. and she can’t deny that she’s intrigued with whatever your character is doing or has to offer.
sparring partner
while she’s by no means a soldier or even a protege, from a young age she was always taught to take care of herself and use weaponry. your character and her character have taken to sparring with one another, maybe as practice, as teaching, as fun, or even just one of them challenging the other and the other being unwilling to backdown.
you are searching for something –
a story, perhaps, or a treasure –
or maybe you are searching for
someone that you’ve lost.
you are standing in the cold
waiting for a hero – or maybe
you are waiting to become a hero.
you are looking for adventure –
the whole world unfurls before you
and in the distance, you can see somebody
waiting for you to find them.
wayfarers | m.j. | commissioned by i-am-best (via fairytalesques)
annaxmalina
romaincrisis
snowghoul
kaledo-art
janainaart
