#tay.

[jamiegeode]

Hey. Hey. Jamie. Remember that reblog.

Well :> We had uh certain things planned :3333

TAY. TAY

PLEASE EXPAND

[foryourdiary]

@petalshields​ // kaia

tay hadn’t spared much thought for the dance, only having something to wear because her mother had brought her something from back home that she thought might still fit, but she feels like she should go. she won’t personally label herself a recluse, but getting a cat and keeping such busy hours certainly hasn’t made her not a recluse. but she almost immediately remembers why she never goes to things like this, and it’s because facing her past issues head-on isn’t her strong suit. so when she bumps into kaia at the door to the dance, she kind of just wants to pretend that she was on her way out, but she sucks it up, holding the door open instead. “coming or going?”

[ironforgedrp]

♛  LYSARA SEAWORTH

↳ details; female, twenty-five, ↳ date of birth; 20th november, 480ac

↳ status; heterosexual, unmarried, no children. ↳ faceclaim; ana de armas ↳ hails from; sea dragon point, the north ↳ loyalty; house seaworth of sea dragon point & house stark.

↳ title; ruling lady of sea dragon point. ↳ religion; the old gods of the forest. ↳ spoken languages; common tongue. ↳ reason for being in sunspear; attending with the north.

♛  PERSONALITY

↳ type; enfj-a (the protagonist). ↳ alignment; neutral good. ↳ star sign; scorpio. ↳ positives; apt, munificent, sanguine, audacious, dexterous. ↳ negatives; chary, unforthcoming, impatient, guileful, covetous, vengeful.

♛  BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

the origin of house seaworth tracks back to flea bottom, the poorest slum in king’s landing, and the birthplace of davos seaworth. davos seaworth was not destined for the district he hailed from, but much greater, as he would prove in the years to come, continuously advancing and making more and more of a name for himself and the family that would follow. starting off he was davos of flea bottom, whom ran with orphans and beggars, but later became davos the smuggler, received by merchants and lords. though not an honest living, he near made enough to do the wife he married, the three sons they bore, and himself good for years to come. just one last smuggle was all he needed when the storm lord, robert baratheon, revolted against the iron throne, the seas filled with blockades and pirates paid by each side to prey on the other. the war would ruin him, so he knew, but it was the thought of stannis and a small guard holding storm’s end against mace tyrell’s march, that would further him again. to prevent famine he snuck onions and salt beef past the tyrell galleys. once aerys fell and the siege was lifted by lord stark, he was granted a knighthood, keep of his own, and his sons taken into stannis’ personal service for his salvation of storm’s end. from davos of flea bottom, to davos the smuggler, and finally ser davos of house seaworth.

ser davos followed stannis in his pursuit to claim the throne until his death and then joined an alliance with jon snow. his pledged allegiance in the north led him to lose cape wrath and obtain northern lands at sea dragon point by the wolfswood in their replacement. the battle of blackwater bay took four of his sons lives leaving him with only devan, stannis and steffon once all war seized. ser davos would make a tradition for his remaining sons to travel east to see the wonders of the world, learn of the different cultures, religions, and trade routes to be educated and experienced with the world that made up their everyday lives. the tradition would carry on through upcoming generations.

when davos would pass, devan took over in his father’s place as ruling lord of house seaworth, and then his eldest son, and his. three generations later, in 470 bc, the sun of the north join the sea, ruling lord maric ii seaworth marry alysa karstark, second eldest of three daughters to the ruling lord of house karstark. maric and alysa would struggle for near eleven years to consummate before she finally gave birth to a blue-eyed, blonde-haired baby, their first and last. many would whisper about the baby’s hair, light as day, when her father’s matched that of salt and pepper and her mother’s black as night. she had her mother’s eyes and fair skin, but the remaining of her features . . unknown. lysara would also break a tradition of firstborn males for the seaworth family, but she would prove to be just as intelligent and strong as the many, leaving her father not the least bit displeased or wary, in his heart he knew the girl was his and even if any doubt raised, he would love her the same. woefully, precariousness would carry rumors of the girl’s “true father” from ear to ear as the days, months and years would pass.

as a young girl she grew up picking up new lessons and skills swiftly. whether it had been from the teachings of the maester, the embroidering of her mother, or the swordplay of her father. though, nothing quite suited her and led her to excel like learning of the world’s history. the idea of the world once being solely made up of children of the forests, giants, dragons, and so much more amazed her. many years of her life were devoted to learning of westeros and how it came to be, but it was essos that excited her. there, a land comprised of the free cities, the dothraki sea, the jungles of yi ti, and the thousand isles claimed to have hairless green people that pray to fish-headed gods; all the imagination and tales, she couldn’t get enough of.

what fascinated lysara and what she wanted for herself were at odds. everyone would tell her that what she wanted was to further their house, better it and heighten it, just as ser davos did. it got to the point where she believed that what everyone was telling her repeatedly, was really what she wanted. she would tell herself that she wanted to make house seaworth a great house like the stark’s or the targaryen’s. deep down, however, she would think to herself how ser davos sailed the seas and met pirates and people known to other worlds, exploring regions he would have never dreamed of. the sea carried him in his ventures, always, giving him a name, his family a name, and so much more. she wondered what the sea could do for her and if that was her true calling, to get out and explore.

lysara’s dreams tittered only in the slightest as she grew older. she spent many of her days praying for her family’s steady success by the weirwood circles that made up the highest hills of sea dragon point. but still, she would play in the many hidden coves and pine forests while the men built ships, and she would imagine sea dragons filling the entirety of and rising from the neighboring sea, taking her away. if daenerys could have dragons, then why couldn’t she?

she was always one for make belief and thrill, yet it wasn’t until her seventeenth name day that she would bring up and beg her father, maric ii, to allow her to go on the traditional voyage to essos to even capture a glimpse of the part of herself that screamed to be recognized. lysara figured if she spent only a few years away, that it would be enough for her to get the way intended for her and the way she truly wanted. her father was still young, after all, he had many years ahead of him, giving her plenty of time to venture out and come home to catch up. he sent his most trusted man with his daughter to keep her safe and out of trouble.

they began lysara’s trip to essos in braavos, there she would learn of the history of escaped slaves who went on to find the many bijou islands that formed the one, and adapted it into the wealthiest and most powerful of the free cities. she would take with her the memories of beautiful music, charcoal grey and purple dresses, and the ability to water dance. from braavos they would travel to pentos and end in lys, where she tasted fine red and white wines and learned some basic skill in creating draft and concoctions. in lys she would also witness slavery causing her to feel sympathy for the many and fueling her disappointment in the world, leading her to give more credit to where her family stood today.

when they ventured home she was about the age of twenty. a raven was sent to her while away stating that her father had grown ill, from what, no one had known, and his time was becoming short. he ended up passing days before lysara returned to seadragon point. lysara got on the boat, leaving home a little girl who fantasized immensely and had goals bigger than she was, but she got off the boat a ruling lady, with only the mere longing to make her father proud by keeping her house intact after spending many years away and unknowing of what was becoming of westeros. not the least bit prepared to take on the responsibility entailed and for the loudening of doubts from the people that did not believe she was rightfully intended to take over for the house, as they thought her illegitimate. a doubt she never had thanks to her mother and father always assuring her, but a doubt that left her prudent now.

↳ personality.

lysara was always a bright girl, thanks to her lessons, but she was also quite the idealist. her parents would watch on from the cliffs, as she ran along the ice-covered sands, around the men at work, wary that lysara would allow for her daydreaming to get the best of her. fortunately her daydreaming would only lead her to inquire what was accustom for the seaworths and the adventure she was able to pertain would lead to a perspective more pragmatic.

lysara has always been a generous spirit, putting others before herself and giving to those who had less. she has spent many of her days thinking about how she could make the world a better home for the lesser fortunate from her place of power. she would never fail to forget that her family started off in the slums and by luck, they became lords and ladies. not everyone was able to follow the same path as the seaworths.

though, now that she has lost her father, her closest companion, and has returned to a home she has parted from for so long, she is struggling to maintain the same views and confidence she once possessed. she understands that she needs to be a leader and to be a leader you must set a good example, be driven and accountable, but she questions if she had what it takes. when she saw slavery in lys, it was much different than just hearing about it, was that how it would be being in charge and having to be lawful? would she constantly be left in an eerie, troubled frame of mind that would ruin her innocence and turn her somber?

↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.

lysara is skeptical that history may repeat itself and that this time her house may not end up on the right side. the idea of the north being one of the few to stay devoted and not branch off leaves her perplexed considering the history of the lannisters. aye, they always pay their debt and they have been known to look after their supporters, but not without the uproar of chaos first. they had been proving themselves in most recent events, at least. she has no trust nor faith in anyone, but house stark, and will lead her house to follow in their steps and by their decisions. she is hopeful for the summit. at least they meet in the land of warm weathers and silks, she think, attempting to find bliss in a desolate time. she also hopes to offer her house to assist in trade considering the boats, docks and goods they worked on building and obtaining throughout her first few years as ruling lady.

    ♛   STATUS:  TAKEN.

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@silamanteia​​

“you are the absolute worst at behaving like a cat,” tay scolds bunsen as she carries the escape artist back toward her apartment, no heat in her tone. she’s not entirely watching where she’s going, too focused on keeping her eyes on her cat, but she does manage to stop before she walks right into sila. “oh, hello sila. bunsen did this thing he does where he thinks he’s a dog.”