╰ ┈ [ theo james , forty , cisgender man , he/him ] in the time of dragons , ryamis redwyne is entering the game of thrones . said to be romantic + poised , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be obsessive + cocky . when asked about them , people are always reminded of a crooked smile while leading a dance partner in a waltz, rolled up sleeves stained with grapes and dirt, and the shadow that falls over prey just before it’s killed. though they are the lord of the arbor, their true loyalties lie with house redwyne and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support themselves above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come.
B A S I C S:
NAME: ryamis redwyne.
TITLE: lord of the arbor.
AGE: 40.
PRONOUNS: he/him
HEIGHT: 6′2″
ORIENTATION: pansexual/panromantic
BIRTHPLACE: the arbor, the reach.
RELIGION: faith of the seven.
F A M I L Y:
jesmyn redwyne née tully → wife (deceased)
rosalyn redwyne → daughter (npc)
dyana harlaw → betrothed
lord utp redwyne → older brother (wanted connection!)
lord/lady utp redwyne née utp → sister/brother in law (wanted connection!)
lady lysara marbrand née redwyne → older sister
lady utp redwyne → younger sister (wanted connection!)
lady evelyn serrett née redwyne → younger sister
ruling lord mateo marbrand → brother in law
lord aren marbrand → nephew (deceased)
lady addisyn marbrand → niece
lord brynden marbrand → nephew
lady darlessa marbrand → niece
lady neina marbrand → niece (npc)
ruling lord wyllam serrett → nephew (npc)
S U M M A R Y:
tw: loss of spouse, maternal death, grief.
For as long as he can remember, Ryamis was told the story of his namesake nearly every evening before his mother and father said their goodnights. He would watch his fathers eyes shine with the pride of dozens of generations while he spun the great tales of none other than Ryam Redwyne, Lord Commander to the Kingsguard and Hand of the King. The young boy’s namesake had put his entire life into serving the country and his King. The honor he’d earned the family was unmatched, and Ryamis’s father was certain his son would some day carry on this noble tradition. So while Ryamis listened with careful attention to his father’s story- there was only one thought running through his mind. It all sounded like rather a lot of work.
From a young age Ryamis had little care for gaining glory or honor, simply happy to spend his times in his family’s famed vineyard. Swinging a sword was fun enough, but the thought that went into breeding good grapes and matching flavor profiles was much more intriguing to his young mind.
And yet it seemed that he was rather good at swinging a sword. At the tender age of nine, Ryamis was proclaimed a swordsmanship prodigy, and his father almost fell over with pride. Unfortunately, Ryamis didn’t share the sentiment. He went to the practices required of him, did the drills his instructor required- but the moment they were done he was off to run through the fields of grapes on the estate.
His father was beside himself with confusion, proclaiming that Ryamis was destined to be the next Knight’s Commander- the next Champion of the King! The gift the gods had given him when it came to wielding a sword wasn’t something to be kept on a dusty shelf! But much to the disappointment of his father, Ryamis continued in his ways- only expending effort on the things he deemed interesting and worthy. Becoming a knight was not one of them.
There was only one other thing that sparked his passion from a young age. And that was love. As a child it fascinated him to see two people so wholly devoted to one another, linked by nothing other than an amazingly strong force that inexplicably drew them together. More than that it was breathtaking to witness the lengths lovers would take themselves to when it came to the object of their affection. As he neared adulthood, Ryamis began to seek out these intriguing thrills, savoring the fall every time he fell for a pretty face. He’d never felt so alive as he did when faced with the potential for love.
When he was told a marriage had been arranged he wasn’t all that upset. He was intent on wooing his bride, much to the surprise of those who knew him as a generally disinterested being. He was doting, attentive, and kind to his gentle bride. She was as soft as a rose, and pretty like one too. But more than that she was kind and funny- and she was his. It was almost unsettling to see his adoration when he’d never made such efforts towards anything else in life. Public opinion had him pinned for being enigmatic, detached, somewhat disagreeable, and yet enchantingly devoted and loyal to his wife.
But it wasn’t to last. He and Jesmyn had nearly fifteen years of bliss before she fell pregnant. It was a blessing they’d been trying for since their marriage began, and repeated failures had made them assume Jesmyn was barren. Ryamis had come to accept his childless fate when she finally fell pregnant, but the pregnancy began to take its toll from an early stage. Jesmyn had always been somewhat frail and prone to sickness, and it seemed her body didn’t agree with the new life she was carrying.
The birth was the both the worst and best day of Ryamis’s life. The midwife presented him with an option. His wife’s life or his child’s? She could only save one, and even that wasn’t a sure thing. He couldn’t answer- refused to do so, but Jesmyn had no problem begging the midwife to save their still unborn daughter. And so as the cries of Rosalyn Redwyne filled the world, the painful whimpers of her spent mother were taken by the Stranger. Tears flowed from both the newwest Redwyne and Ryamis alike, but he quickly went to comfortting his daughter.
They’d already chosen Rosalyn’s name before her birth, a name fashioned for the way he always called his wife his “Rose”. But now it seemed almost morbid to have a child named after her deceased mother. Still- Ryamis couldn’t bear to renege on the last thing he and Jesmyn had decided as a married couple. Rosalyn it was.
Ryamis knows he owes his current life as he lives it to his daughter. While he was grieving the love of his life, his daughter had still needed him and though he drank more and spent too many hours staring into the not so far away horizon- he knew there was someone counting on him. Someone who needed him even more now that she would grow without a mother. So his unwavering devotion was reignited in the life of his daughter.
Since then he’s done his best to recover from the loss of his wife, and recently agreed to another betrothal now that his daughter is five years of age. Five years since his wife’s passing. He can’t deny that he’s rather intent on wooing his affianced, looking forward to the rush of falling all over again.
W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S:
FORMER LOVES: as mentioned above, ryamis loves love! there most likely would have been a first love around the time he was in his late teens before he married his wife. There’s also the potential for a more recent love between the death of his wife and his current betrothal! If timelines match up please feel free to message me!
FLINGS: For the MOST part, Ryamis sleeps with those he has feelings for. But after the death of his wife, it would make sense if there were a few hookups!
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS: anyone that would have potentially known and been friendly with ryamis from a young age!
MUTUAL ANNOYANCES: Ryamis is generally uninterested in being friendly or indulging. He’s been known to rub people the wrong way, and I’d love to find some people who he’s just as annoyed with.
GAME OF THRONES DAYCARE: let’s get together, drink wine, and talk about the epic highs and lows of parenthood.
EXTENDED FAMILY: the family of his deceased wife! They would have been a distant cousin of the main Tully branch!
CLIENTS/BUSINESS PARTNERS: people that love arbor wine and/or distribute it!
WINE HATERS: people that DON’T like wine or arbor wine. Ryamis’s mortal enemies.
LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN THINK OF 🍇