The following text has been faithfully transcribed from the old tongue into the modern language by aspen ( she / her, pst ) , for private use as professional agonist to dragonsrot. all events are true, and names have been preserved to honor the courage of those fallen. may their souls be commended to the old and the new gods.
✧ lady olynna arryn of the eyrie, the fair falcon — introduction, pinterest.
✧ lady sirena tully nee swann of riverrun, the storm maiden— introduction, pinterest.
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The journey south had been long enough that by the time the gates of the red keep finally opened before them olynna found herself slowing almost unconsciously. perhaps it was the realization that nearly every notable noble in the realm would soon be gathered beneath the same roof. the thought was enough to make anyone uneasy. her gaze drifted upward as she crossed into the keep proper, lingering briefly upon crimson walls and familiar towers. king's landing remained much as she remembered it. vast, crowded and alive. yet beneath the movement and excitement surrounding the arrivals she could not quite shake the feeling that everyone had arrived carrying something heavier than their belongings. for a moment she simply watched the endless stream of arrivals passing through the gates, banners from every corner of westeros appearing one after another. "i wonder," she mused aloud, more to herself than anyone in particular, "if anyone is truly looking forward to this." the words escaped accompanied by a quiet laugh. perhaps it was not the safest thought to voice within the red keep but by the time she realized as much, it was already too late.
The following text has been faithfully transcribed from the old tongue into the modern tongue for the royal library of westeros to honor lady olynna arryn of they eyrie, the fair falcon. all events and information are true, may the seven hold her soul.
BASICS.
name : olynna arryn.
name meaning : burning one, fiery.
nicknames : oly, nana by family.
titles : lady of the eyrie.
epithets : the fair falcon.
age : twenty-eight.
birthdate : thirteen day of first month.
gender : cis woman, she/her.
sexuality : heterosexual.
status : unwed.
birthplace : the eyrie, the vale, westeros.
religion : faith of the seven.
allegiances : house arryn, the vale
APPERANCE.
height : 5’5.
hair : soft copper brown.
eyes : grey.
dominant hand : ambidextrous.
scars : a cut across her knee.
faceclaim : synnove karlsen.
physical description : of regular stature, the maiden of house arryn is of smaller frame but commanding presence, with the natural fair complexion of her ancestors although she tans quite well when the summer rays graces her and she spends most of her time in strolling through the grassy fields. her almond shaped eyes are a mesmerizing grey almost borderlines a molten silver kind of grey and are the focus of attention on her softly curved chiseled features, her tresses are thick long caramel waves with copper undertones brushing beyond her waist which she has pride herself on from a very young age, her cheeks are decorated by freckles often with a natural rose hue to them, white pearls of a smile and full lips.
muse inspiration : jeyne westerling, arwen undomiel, persephone goddess of the underworld, seraphena mierel, claire fraser, helen of troy, empress sisi, margaery tyrell.
PSYCHE.
zodiac sign : capricorn.
positive traits : perceptive & diplomatic.
negative traits : opinionated & idealistic.
moral alignment : chaotic good.
hobbies : medicine, healing, reading, horseback riding, history.
personality : olynna is often described by those closest to her as free spirited, passionate, and although eloquent she can be quite opinionated. she is often worried about her siblings, as well as her people, and the danger the realm seems to continuously puts them under, she tries to be as helpful as she can manage, not only about their keep but also outside of it. sometimes brave to the point of recklessness, her mother often said that when it comes to taking actions she will think about it, weight the consequences, hope no one was paying attention and do it anyways. her own father said in more than one occasion that in the face of war she would be a warrior and a survivor. behind her exterior she can also be a sensible and softhearted person, though her considerable personal freedom from a young age always being compromised in the name of the kingdom would often bring her stubbornness to shine. when it comes to practicing healing, olynna has always been quick to take charge and keeps a cool head in dire situations. headstrong, persuasive, and confident; in the end she will only do what feels right. no matter who tries to influence her to sway in a different direction, her own choices will always outweigh everything. though she prides herself on being sensible, olynna has always found that compassion reaches a decision long before reason catches up.
MISC.
occupation : lady, healer.
social class : nobility.
languages : common tongue, old tongue, valyrian, fyrdar,barrows dialect, brandis dialect, fellish dialect, froggish/mud-speak.
species : human.
FAMILIAL.
parents : lady alayne arryn & lord utp arryn nee utp.
siblings : lady alys royce nee arryn, liege utp arryn.
HISTORY.
chapter one — olynna was born on a particularly windy morning in the eyrie, the third child child, not the heir nor the spare. from the very olynna had a sunny demanor, a small babe who cried little and laughed often, content in the arms of whichever family member managed to steal her away first. where some children clung to their mothers, olynna seemed determined to belong to everyone at once. the servants adored her, the knights spoiled her, and her siblings found themselves stuck with an extra shadow that followed wherever they went. she was curious from the start. forever asking questions, forever wandering somewhere she shouldn't. if a door was left open, she would find what was behind it. if she was told no, she wanted to know why.
chapter two — for much of her childhood olynna believed every problem could be solved with enough determination. a scraped knee needed a bandage, a bruised pride needed comfort, a broken toy needed patience. the world seemed simple in that way, until it wasn't. it was a childhood friend who unknowingly changed the course of her life. during a training session a horse was spooked and they were thrown hard enough to leave the entire household in a panic. the injury was not life threatening but to a young olynna that distinction meant very little for all she knew was that someone she loved was hurt and there was nothing she could do to stop it. she sat beside the bed for days asking endless questions of maesters, septas, and anyone unfortunate enough to wander too close. for the first time in her life curiosity became something more than a habit and more of a purpose. what began as questions soon became study, she followed maesters through corridors, memorized remedies she was far too young to understand, and spent her free hours buried beneath texts most children would have abandoned after a single page. while other noble girls dreamed of tournaments and marriage olynna became fascinated with the quiet people who stood beside the sick and somehow pulled them back from the edge.
chapter three — as the years passed olynna's fascination with healing only grew. what had begun as curiosity became discipline, she followed maesters wherever they would allow her, first through the halls of the eyrie, then beyond them. villages, holdfasts, mountain settlements and market towns all became classrooms in their own right. it was there she learned lessons no book could teach her, she learned that illness did not care for noble blood and that grief sounded the same regardless of station. she learned the names of plants, remedies, and old wives' cures, but more importantly she learned how to listen. many noble ladies spent their youth attending feasts, tourneys, and courts. olynna attended as well when duty required it but she was just as likely to be found in a healer's quarters as a ballroom. by the time she reached womanhood it had become increasingly difficult to separate lady olynna arryn from the healer she had become. while others saw a noble daughter of one of the great houses of westeros olynna saw herself as something much simpler. someone who wished to help where she could.
chapter four — as olynna grew older so did the expectations surrounding her. she was after all a daughter of house arryn and a lady of the eyrie. beautiful, well spoken, educated, and kind. the sort of woman many noble families hoped to claim through marriage and so suitors came and went throughout the years, some arrived seeking influence, others alliances, and a few perhaps genuinely interested who she was. olynna welcomed them all with courtesy but none managed to capture her interest for long. there was always a village to visit, another book to read, a patient to tend to, a problem that felt more urgent than securing her own future. it was not that she opposed marriage, she understood her duty well enough, she simply found herself increasingly frustrated by the idea that her greatest contribution to the realm might be reduced to the her hand being offered. for the first time in her life olynna found herself caught between two equally powerful desires, the first was the responsibility she carried as an arryn. the second was the life she had quietly built for herself beyond courtly expectations. she loved her family and she loved the vale, she would do nearly anything for either. but she had also spent years becoming her own person and she was not yet ready to surrender that without a fight.
chapter five — by the time the last dragon died olynna had long since ceased being known simply as a daughter of house arryn. throughout the vale, and increasingly beyond it, her name had become associated with something far simpler. kindness. whether arriving at the bedside of an ailing lord or helping deliver a farmer's child in some distant mountain village she had earned a reputation for appearing wherever she was needed most. yet even she could feel the realm changing, olynna saw it not in council chambers but in the people themselves. she saw it in merchants worried for their livelihoods, in travelers who glanced over their shoulders more often than before, in families uncertain what kind of future awaited their children. fear had a way of making itself known long before swords are every lifted. for perhaps the first time in her life she found herself confronted by a problem no remedy could solve for there was no balm for uncertainty, no poultice for distrust, no cure for a realm slowly pulling itself apart. still she remained what she had always been, a daughter, a healer. if the realm insisted upon breaking itself then olynna intended to do what she had done her entire life, help where she could.
The following text has been faithfully transcribed from the old tongue into the modern tongue for the royal library of westeros to honor lady selyse tully nee swann of riverrun, the storm maiden. all events and information are true, may the seven hold her soul.
BASICS.
name : selyse tully nee swann.
name meaning : heavenly, of the sky.
nicknames : sely, sisi by family only.
titles : lady of riverrun.
epithets : the thunder maiden
age : thirty.
birthdate : seventh day of the seventh month.
gender : cis female, she/her.
sexuality : heterosexual.
status : wed.
birthplace : stonehelm, the stormlands, westeros.
religion : faith of the seven.
allegiances : house swann, house tully.
APPERANCE.
height : 5’4.
hair : raven black.
eyes : deep black.
dominant hand : right handed.
scars : none.
faceclaim : tiffany tang.
physical description : regal yet understated selyse bears the quiet strength of a woman tempered by courtly fire and softened by the steady enduring warmth of motherhood. graceful of height but not towering, poised, she moves with the composed elegance of a morning yet to break into storm. her bearing is impeccable, every motion deliberate, refined, the product of a life shaped by silence, scrutiny, and survival. her skin is luminous and fair, smooth as porcelain, holding the calm glow of a woman who has weathered time without letting it mark her. raven black hair flows in soft, silken lengths down her back, often arranged with intricate care and ornamenteds of gold, though at rest it falls freely like shadowed silk. her eyes dark and discerning, hold the depth of someone who has seen much and reveals little. high cheekbones, a slender nose, and a beauty mark above her upper lip lend her face a quiet distinction. her mouth, full and gently curved, rests in a smile touched with both warmth and restraint. her figure is soft-lined and womanly, shaped by grace, sharpened by experience, and deeply grounded in the strength of motherhood.
muse inspiration : kosem sultan, catelyn stark, elide lochan, elain archeron, elia martell, aditi rao hydari.
PSYCHE.
zodiac sign : cancer.
positive traits : spirited & observant.
negative traits : perfectionist & guarded.
moral alignment : neutral.
hobbies : politics, embroidery, music, reading.
personality : selyse is often spoken of in hushed tones, not out of fear, but reverence. born of house swann and bound by marriage to house tully, she carries herself with the quiet certainty of a woman who has endured much and learned to wield grace like a blade. she speaks gently, but every word lands with purpose, chosen with the care of someone who understands that silence, when used well, can speak louder than sound. though her manner is composed, she remains full of life, warm, steady, and quietly luminous. her laughter, though rarer now, still breaks through like sun on water, catching those around her off guard in the best way. she is thoughtful, measured, and effortlessly disarming, known to hold the attention of nobles and children alike with the same ease. diplomacy is still her art, but she no longer uses it to keep peace, no, she uses it to shape futures. fiercely protective of her family, her love is unwavering and deliberate, the kind that wraps rather than drowns. she believes in striving not for appearances, but for something lasting, something worthy. beneath the calm lies a heart that feels deeply, though few are ever allowed close enough to see it. she is not colder than she once was, only quieter, and no less powerful for it. she did not inherit strength. she became it, a mother, a tactician, and a woman of sunlit steel.
MISC.
occupation : lady
social class : nobility.
languages : common togue, holy tongue
species : human
FAMILIAR.
parents : late lord and lady swann.
siblings : liege utp zhuan, liege utp zhuan, lady casslena swann, liege upt swann.
spouse : lord utp tully.
issue : tbd.
HISTORY.
chapter one — selyse swann was born upon the seventh day of the seventh moon beneath a sky split open by thunder. the storm had raged for three days without pause when at last the cries of a newborn girl echoed through the chambers of the ruling lady just as a bolt of lightning illuminated the sea. the castle septon would later call it a blessing although the maester called it coincidence. they would eventually come to remember it as a warning for from the beginning there had been something watchful about her. she was not the loudest of her siblings nor the boldest, where others charged forward she paused. where others spoke she listened. it was a habit that unnerved many adults for children were not expected to observe and yet selyse spent long afternoons tucked quietly into corners of solar chambers with toys forgotten on her lap as she listened to visiting nobles discussing border disputes, harvest failures, or alliances. she learned quickly that the most important words spoken by nobles were rarely the ones intended for public hearing. truth lived in lowered voices, in unfinished sentences, in conversations held after feasts when cups had emptied and caution had begun to fade. many failed to notice the quiet girl sitting in the corner and that proved to be their first mistake.
chapter two — as she grew older it became increasingly difficult to dismiss selyse as merely a quiet child. beneath her gentle disposition lay a mind that noticed patterns where others saw coincidence, she remembered names, promises, grudges, and debts with remarkable ease, often recalling details long forgotten by those who had spoken them. such moments became increasingly common and though she held no formal authority, her observations often found their way into the ears of those who did. merchants discovered she understood trade better as good as stewards. visiting envoys learned she paid closer attention than most councillors, even her own family gradually came to recognize that while selyse rarely sought attention, she possessed an unusual gift for seeing beyond appearances. by the time she reached womanhood whispers had already begun to follow her through the halls of stonehelm. not whispers of beauty, though she possessed that, nor whispers of scandal, for there were none to tell. rather, people whispered that lady selyse swann seemed to know more than she should.
chapter three — it was selyse's mother who first recognized the true value of her daughter's gifts, she saw a child who listened not merely to words, but to what remained unspoken. she saw a mind capable of understanding people long before they understood themselves. rather than discourage such tendencies, she nurtured them and as selyse grew, her mother began keeping her close during audiences and private gatherings alike. together they observed the endless procession of merchants, knights, envoys, and noblemen that passed through stonehelm's gates. after they departed the lady would question her daughter. at first selyse's answers were simple but with time they became remarkably perceptive. her mother taught her that patience was often more valuable than cleverness, and that silence when used wisely could become a weapon sharper than any blade. she learned that every person possessed a desire, a fear, or an ambition that governs their decisions. to understand those things was to understand the person. most importantly, she learned never to underestimate the advantage of being underestimated. the realm expected daughters to be pleasant. beautiful or even agreeable but few ever suspected them of being dangerous. lady swann encouraged her daughter to let them continue believing so. selyse never forgot the lesson.
chapter four — as selyse entered womanhood her world expanded far beyond the walls of stonehelm. through feasts, tournaments, weddings, and courtly visits she became acquainted with noblewomen from every corner of the realm. daughters, wives, sisters, and ladies in waiting who moved through courts and castles often overlooked by many. where others saw companionship, selyse recognized opportunity, she cultivated friendships carefully and sincerely, maintaining correspondence with many long after they had returned to their own homes. letters traveled frequently between stonehelm and distant keeps carrying news of births, betrothals, celebrations, grievances, and shifting alliances. what appeared harmless conversation often revealed far more than those writing them ever intended. she possessed no network of spies nor did she seek one. it was during these years that she came to understand another truth, as a daughter of stonehelm, the greatest service she could offer her family would be a marriage capable of strengthening their position within an uncertain realm. rather than resent this reality selyse embraced it. if her future was to belong to another house then she would ensure that house became an asset to her own.
chapter five — in time selyse swann departed stonehelm and entered into a union that would carry her far from the stormlands and into the heart of westeros. the marriage proved a successful one, strengthening ties between two influential houses at a time when the realm seemed increasingly uncertain of its future. though much has been said regarding the union those who knew lady selyse best understood that her greatest contribution was never the marriage itself but what she brought to it. in the years that followed lady selyse became known not for loud displays of influence but for the steady presence she maintained within her household and beyond it. nobles sought her counsel, ladies trusted her confidence, correspondence arrived from every corner of the realm and with it came the knowledge she had spent a lifetime gathering. while others chased power openly selyse understood that the strongest currents often flowed unseen beneath the surface. it is perhaps for this reason that many know her not merely as a daughter of house swann nor solely as the lady of another noble house, but as one of the most perceptive women of her generation.
