“ life is not a song , sweetling , you may learn that one day , to your sorrow . ”
announcing, her grace, LADY CALLA OF HOUSE ALLYRION,
beloved youngest sister to the ruling lord of godsgrace.
CHARACTER INSPOS : lady sybil branson née crawley ( downton abbey ) , alice ( alice's adventures in wonderland ) , daphne, duchess of hastings ( bridgerton ) , elizabeth " beth " march ( little women ) , cosette ( les misérables )
in the time of dragons , CALLA ALLYRION is entering the game of thrones . said to be loyal + idealistic , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be stubborn + emotional . when asked about them , people are always reminded of reading too much with her heads high above the clouds , loving so fiercely that the recoil might bruise , leaping into fields of flowers with her eyes closed , soft hands and hurried words — running continuously with nowhere to go . though they are the LADY OF GODSGRACE , their true loyalties lie with house allyrion and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THE SEPARATION OF THE REALMS above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come . ── rae
STATISTICS
NAME : calla ione allyrion
NAME MEANING : calla — beauty . ione — violet flower .
TITLE : lady of house allyrion
KNOWN AS : lady calla , the moon of the south
AGE & YEAR OF BIRTH : twenty and two , 439 ac
GENDER & PRONOUNS : cis woman , she / her
ORIENTATION : bisexual
STATUS : unmarried & betrothed to tba ( wc ! )
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S) : common tongue
FAMILY
FATHER : mors allyrion , late ruling lord of godsgrace
MOTHER : mara allyrion née _____ , late lady of godsgrace
HALF - BROTHER : trystane allyrion , ruling lord of godsgrace
BROTHER : liege quentyn allyrion
SIBLING : lord / lady / liege ____ allyrion
BIRTH ORDER : trystane → quentyn → ____ → calla
PHYSICAL
FACECLAIM : india amarteifio
HEIGHT : 167 cm
HAIR COLOUR : midnight black
EYE COLOUR : light caramel
BIOGRAPHY
a young daughter , a little rose to complete the vision that her mother had dreamt of . little calla spent her days running through the gardens , chasing after her older siblings with her much shorter legs and squealing in glee once they plucked her up into their arms . sheltered , and wholly doted upon , the youngest of the allyrion children was not privy to much of the whispers that her mother dealt in — dark eyes occasionally peeking out from the pages of thick tomes , always with a smile , always with a warm bout of laughter . she knew no hardship , it was evident , and her heart remains full of love that would continue to spill over . her mother had use for them all — little calla had her place in their household , and it is to keep quiet and pretty , and distinctly out of the way until she was to be sold off to the highest bidder .
however , the lack of hardship and the pretty stories that had filled her head had made her brave . . . to a fault . she leaps without looking , and runs without care , words always spoken with passion and heart — nothing is ever half - meant . calla speaks with the conviction of someone who had lived a thousand lives despite barely having one of her own , adopting the adventures and feelings written upon the page by strangers into her heart and mind . she studies with rapt attention , always , enriching her mind within the gilded gates of the beautiful garden of her mind . it will one day matter , she thinks , and until that day she will continue in her quest .
but it had all gone wrong .
finally , she was old enough to see the flicker of change in her mother's expression once her eldest brother entered the room . she was quiet and perceptive enough to realise just what it had meant when he disappeared to go off on adventures and the rest of them were kept under lock and key . still , one could not grow out of naivety without hardship — and calla had little to none ! she believed in her mother implicitly and loved her all the same . the way she loved her eldest brother and the late father they shared .
in the last gasps of girlhood , she remembered trystane coming thundering down the halls of their home after a long journey — decidedly without his usual jovial smile and astonishing stories of his adventures . it had made her pout after him , only to be thrown into her rooms without further explanation . everything started to crumble before it crashed in a whirlwind . her mother was swiftly executed by her brother's hand and the calls for the rest of her children to join her grew stronger with every passing day . calla fell terrified of her eldest brother despite of how much she still loved him — she was at his vengeful mercy .
so she did what she does best . for seven years after her mother's death , calla stayed out of the way — refusing to take sides between her siblings and proclaimed her loyalty to them all without fail . she delved deeper into her books , courageous only her mind . there was no telling where her life might lead now as trystane held the helm , the last vestiges of her courage had withered away once confronted with a chance to converse with her brother in any meaningful way .
older now , although not necessarily wiser , she must quickly realise that perhaps cowering in fear would do her no favours . calla must make a choice : to find comfort in the last family she had left or venture away from the gilded fences of her home , at long last .
( naivety and bravery could only breed a fool , in the end )
╰ ┈ [ rahul kohli , 41, demi man, he/they] in the time of dragons , SAMWELL BARATHEON is entering the game of thrones . said to be benevolent + altruistic , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be avoidant + insecure. when asked about them , people are always reminded of the indirect action of hands that don’t hold but hover; a forgotten ruin of a wall amidst the waves; someone that has to stay, like in every story; doors that lead to nowhere, a useless escape; the easy air of community built on respect . though they are THE RULING LORD OF STORM’S END , their true loyalties lie with house baratheon and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THE SEPARATION OF THE REALMS above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .
𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
basic information.
full name: samwell baratheon. nicknames: sam, sammie. title: ruling lord of storm’s end. age: forty one. place of birth: storm’s end, the stormlands. gender & pronouns: demi man & he/they. orientation: biromantic & bisexual. allegiance: house baratheon. spoken languages: common tongue. religion: faith of the seven. status: unwed and unbethroted.
appearance.
faceclaim: rahul kohli. height: 6’5’’ or 196cm. hair: black, some slight greying on the sides. often unruly. eyes: dark brown. facial hair: slightly greying beard. dominant hand: right. clothing: often dressed as if house baratheon is even more broke than it is. only browns and the occasional yellow.
personality.
moral alignment: lawful neutral. temperament: melancholic. zodiac: taurus. element: earth. mbti: istj, the logistician. enneagram: type 1, the reformer.
𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
“these walls are unbreakable.” every day, the words from the nurse, lost in the unsettling haze of childhood, seep through his memories and into the present. “the storm king made it so, and the gods of the trashing winds and the deadly sea - they cannot get to ya, not to this day.” it was meant to be comforting. the world seemed to go up in air but storm’s end would stay. she’d tell tales of the storm king’s love, as if the stone around them was a statement to that and not to the fury that would make a man declare war on the gods and win. it always comes back to the anger of man.
samwell understood it then. they whispered back to the nurse, once: the world is so obvious to me, i feel like i’ve done this all a million times before. these walls are unbreakable, she said. these walls are unescapable, they heard. all his life, sam’s pressed his hands, his forehead, to the cold walls and hoped to sense something. the whispers of forgotten magic, the curses of goneby gods, the anger of the kings. reality warped at the walls. those who walked through it never seemed to return right, as if it warned that their souls were not meant to handle the world. the air outside seemed to burn through his lungs. the doors were portals, opening to any world but reality, for that only existed inside the walls. their prison. their only real thing. it echoed with the booming voice of his father and he can still feel his words stuck between the rocks. he shall ask for them to be scrubbed clean again this week.
sam looked at anger like an illness and kept it far away from his organism, but he spared no moralities for those who caught it. his lord father never paid him much mind - the quiet second son, perched on windows, people watching in the kitchens, organizing the most dull hunting expeditions possible. yet, samwell was always there. it was as if the air carried a warning, and before any fury could reach its climax, there was the child, always too tall for their demeanor. sammie never yells. sammie never fights. sammie never intervenes. he’s a bothersome wall between lord baratheon and the world, immovable like the stone around them.
life was already a shaky concept, barely felt by the man who spent his days split between the surreal woods and the oppressive kitchens. a person of few friends and even fewer acquaintances. his life passed him by, despite his original role. all that made some semblance of sense was the simplicity of the chase, all emotion set aside for body and sound alone. it was the crossbow in his hands and the lawfulness that’s not man made. patience that can be merciful, purpose that can be deadly and unkind. a hunter’s justice. all that made sense was watching the cooks work and helping them carve a boar. at the end of any given day, the one thing anchoring him to the world was knowing that people around him would go to bed with meat and bread in their stomachs. that was how he’d spend his life, showing care.
gude’s passing was a powerful shaking of the walls. the entire world ( which was, really, mostly his family ) seemed to crumble before his eyes and, like always, sammie did nothing. he was frozen in the knowledge that he would not be a wall and a hunter forever. his father called it immediately, how unfit he was. perhaps that’s why he spent the following decade thorn between pretending samwell did not exist, and trying to awaken something in them. to shake out the fury or strength. neither seemed to work.
the cursed family heirloom seemed to make the walls thicker. it’s a role, and it isn’t instinctual. it is a broken bone healed wrong, the middle forever soft. just because he hopes to do right by the role, doesn’t mean it is his. there is something they could call samwell, but it is outweighed by the role, and there’s a comfort in that, despite it all. lord baratheon can’t crack, can’t cry or rage or leave. sammie, if he must, can shield himself somewhere within to do all that. the role takes over and they are solid rock.
he loves like a duty too. unconditional and relentless, despite all injury and reason. when his lord father dies, sam finds no forgiveness to be given, but mourns him all the same. he may have learned little in the previous decade, but he spent it loving and caring for the people around him, regardless. they take the news of the financial destitution of house baratheon like they took all fury: quiet and ready. lord baratheon may pace the halls all night and may pretend to not hear the whispers about their unfitness for the role, but he is planning. in his unsteady hands, he holds many lines. the need for gold, the welfare of their people, the state of his family, and eyes pointed north, to the crownlands.
╰ ┈ [ calahan skogman , 34 , cis man , he/him ] in the time of dragons , CALYX CELTIGAR is entering the game of thrones . said to be charming + tenacious , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be cruel + arrogant . when asked about them , people are always reminded of silver tongued tragedy , hands stained with blood and ink , the maddening nature of existing just on the peripherals of power , a graveyard to sentiment and regret , everything you’ve ever let go of has claw marks in it . though they are the RULING LORD OF CLAW ISLAND , their true loyalties lie with house velaryon and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THEIR FAMILY / THEMSELVES above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .
BASICS.
name : calyx celtigar
titles : ruling lord of claw isle
age : thirty-four
gender : cis man ( he / him )
orientation : bisexual
birthplace : claw isle
religion : faith of the seven
languages : common tongue , high valyrian
marriage status : widower
issue : none
loyalties : house celtigar ( + his aunt )
PERSONALITY.
positive : decisive , ambitious , charismatic
negative : selfish , obsessive , domineering
moral alignment : lawful evil
temperament : choleric
mbti : estj ( the executive )
FAMILY.
mother : former ruling lady catelyn celtigar
father : former ruling lord gael celtigar
siblings : lady & utp celtigar & lady baela celtigar ( younger siblings, twins )
other family : queen visenya targaryen nee celtigar ( aunt )
STORY.
Much more details to follow but quick summary–ambitious and cruel, might have killed his first wife bc she was useless to him ( read he def did ), calculating and doing his best to get ahead.
protective of his siblings but that's the extent of his affection for others ( for now )
wcs: ex lovers, current lovers, friends, people he’s manipulating to get ahead, family of his late wife, a potential betrothal, ANYTHING
in the time of dragons , AEREA TARGARYEN is entering the game of thrones . said to be endearing + perceptive , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be self - willed + uncommitted . when asked about them , people are always reminded of dark amethyst droplets around a lithe neck, reflecting the spark of her own purple gaze / always over stretching your hand, careless of burn or scratch / the light step of a dragon wary of shackles, ready to take flight . though they are the PRINCESS OF WESTEROS , their true loyalties lie with house targaryen and rumour has it that if given the choice they are indecisive over whom would support house targaryen . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come.
— STATISTICS
full name : aerea targaryen.
alias / nickname : rea.
age & date of birth : four and twenty; the 14th day of the last moon of the year of 391 a.c.
place of birth : the red keep, king’s landing, the crownlands.
gender and pronouns : ciswoman and she / her.
orientation : bisexual, demiromantic.
title / occupation : princess of westeros; briefly a lady of lys.
father : lucerys targaryen.
mother : visenya celtigar ( d. 416 ).
siblings : daemon, aegon, vasila, rhaegar ( all older ).
relationship status : widowed.
significant other :
matteno haen ( w. 413 a.c - w. the second day of the year of 415 a.c );
aster tyrell ( c. 411 - 413 a.c. / c. early 416 a.c )
dragon :
elaena is cream - gold coat, with rose gold scales and black eyes. her egg was golden freckled, thus she was named after baelor the blessed’s babiest sister; aerea and her brother, rhaegar shared a crib with both their eggs, and they hatched around the same time, on the royals’ infancy, making the dragons around 20 years old. despite being not of rideable size ( for anyone over the age of five ), she is robust ( aerea feeds her way too much ), and rather affectionate ( accepts physical affection from humans and at times nibbles and nuzzles back ), but not particularly even tempered, prone to biting and burning strangers or anyone when she’s in one of her moods ( aerea’s siblings have teased that the she - dragon is the princess in dragon form, of which she is very proud of ); she doesn’t like being trapped, and has been accostumed by aerea to roam “freely” as long as she is accompanied, by either human or dragon.
[ tw : war, murder, war crimes. ] as of the destruction of the red keep, elaena has developed a taste for larger preys ( especially humans, though aerea attempts on grounding her often for it ), and has gained a ferocity that was in part increased by her participation on the destruction of the arryns ( aerea was not present, but the she - dragon tagged along her dragon siblings and rhaegar. )
religion : the faith of the seven, though she is not particularly religious.
languages : the common tongue, high valyrian, bastard valyrian ( lyseni, bravoosi ).
faceclaim : hannah dodd.
height : 171 cm / 5' 7.5".
hair : platinum, with golden undertones. a bit of a mane that frames her face, but falls in rings to her mid back & is usually wore loose.
eye : dark purple, almost black, like an obsidian.
positive : attentive, enthraling, passionate, venturesome, doting.
negative : spoiled, manipulative, self - serving, ill - tempered, headstrong.
zodiac : sagittarius sun, gemini moon, gemini rising ( full chart ).
character alignment : true neutral, bordeline neutral evil.
tv tropes : annoying younger sibling, deadpan snarker, hidden depths, at least i admit it, brilliant but lazy, the charmer, conditioned to accept horror, it’s all about me, obfuscating stupidity, daddy’s girl, royal brat.
inspirations : mary tudor, queen of france, kathryn howard and young elizabeth tudor ( history ), shaera, saera and daena targaryen ( asoiaf ), claude ( reign ), bianca stradford ( 10 things i hate about you ), roman roy ( succession ).
— BACKGROUND
tw : childbirth, infertility, death.
an attention seeker through and through — it is what would be said of aerea for years to come, even as her mother pushed her out into this world. she was born early, a moon or so, during the end of the year’s festivities, and instead of lively music, the red keep’s habitants had to contend with hearing the queen’s screams, until aerea’s joined her. though premature, she was sturdy and loud, and despite her plead for attention, the eyes and hands were on the queen, who bled heavily. it was managed and the matriarch would come out of confinement within the estimated time, but aerea would be the last babe visenya would be able to conceive — a blessing in disguise it is said, for the king and queen were fed up of one another, and were more than glad to see an end to their duty to the marriage bed.
with two growing twin boys, a little princess and another baby boy still in his swaddles, aerea is almost inconsequential to the dynasty and, for a while, treated as such. she has a hard time accepting it though, so she does whatever she can to get attention, from biting her nursemaids to throwing tantrums to breaking things. she’d only ever quieten under the guidance of one of her relatives, preferably father, at whose lap she’d turn pliant, playing with his rings and being gently jostled by his knees whenever he had the patience to keep her at his council chambers. at this point, she learns that by being sweet, she gets to retain more attention time, and so she begins speaking honeyed when she wants things, or to get out of things; she also lends her own attention to father, and indulges him with compliments and sweet kisses that her elder siblings have grown out of, by then. it is a dulcet beginning that would settle the base for her relationship with her father and sovereign — if he was horrible to others ( including to daemon and aegon at times, and to mother ), he wasn’t to her, and that mattered; she learned how to overlook his flaws, as long as he kept her pleased and spoiled rotten, which, for most part, he did ( and even when he didn’t, for a long time, aerea learned how to convince herself otherwise ).
if father is disarmed from his characteristic nastiness by her dazzling smiles, well - rehearsed cries or prompt pouts, she becomes almost everyone else’s terror child. with freedom granted by order of birth and indulgence by her elders, it seems there is little she can’t get away with, and she thoroughly takes advantage of that, whimful going through interests and people; she enjoys following her older siblings, drinking on their pastimes, and so she picks a little from each of them. daemon gives her first drink of unwatered wine, aegon lets her touch and tend to rhaellara, she shares all of saerya’s tutors and tries to emulate her grace, and rhaegar is her most constant companion ( also the one she allows beating her up with wooden swords when he is learning his arms and the twins doesn’t want to train with him ).
she is an avid learner, even if it doesn’t appear so at first sight, with her tantrums and low running patience but she is underhanded at it, listening and seeing and swallowing it, acting almost as if it isn’t there. it is a good trait for women, mistress dayne tells her, and aerea learns that while she enjoys attention, however it may come, if by scolding or otherwise, she rather likes praise too, and at times it is worthy to work for it. for most part, however, she much prefers to keep up the silly girl front, enjoying glittering things and rare treats and every other fanciful thing a most wealthy noblewoman is afforded.
at the age of one and twenty, some moons away from her name day, she receives a proposition — she would not call it anything but that, even if lucerys means less of an option and more of an imposition — from across the sea. lys, much as all of the free cities had always proved themselves enticing to her, and if she had been able to travel across westeros, essos was too far away. so the prospect of that is a calling, yet for a fortnight she remains opposed to a match so far away from everything that she’s known, from her family. in a stroke of patience — aerea would consider it fatherly affection — lucerys calls on her and announces that if the match was to receive an unfortunate ending ( may the gods not allow it so, and lucerys is certain it would not, as her husband - to - be was a strapping young lordling in his prime ), he’d allow her to do as she wished. the promise coming from someone she foolishly held in such esteem is enough for her to acquiesce to the match.
if she enjoys lys, she can not say the same for her husband. perhaps it is because her heart yearns for someone else, but although as she, for once, does her duty as she must, it is clear that aerea is more focused on other things than making it a joyous marriage. with her trousseau, she had brought a dragon egg of her own, that she had much longed to have hatched since she was a teenager, and, uninterested on actual children, she takes care of it instead. if her womb remains still for the year and something she remains married, the egg begins to quick and hatch around her three and twenty nameday. so entranced by her she - dragon, she pays even less attention to her husband, though she knows to feign big droplets of tears when the news is broken to her.
there is change in the red keep — or in her — when she returns home. not only has laena perished in a manner that few speak of, there seems to be a rush of something else she can not quite name. though she keeps her ears attentive to it all, she does not quite partake in much of the scheming — if she speaks fondly of house rogare, in - laws to her husband’s family back in lys, she is just talking for the sake of it, and she isn’t certain father pays any mind to it — instead keeping to her mourning and biding her time, much of it is spent falling back to her old routine of attending to her family and her whimful nature.
— TIDBITS
very energetic, she enjoys keeping herself moving and considers herself one of the most competent guides of king’s landing and the crownlands — is it true? i don’t know but don’t tell her otherwise.
she’s a poor singer but good enough with the flute. she enjoys music and theather and dance and all things merry.
besides exploring, gambling, dancing, riding, hunting, sailing and all sorts of things that require movement, she very much enjoys animals. besides spending time on the stables, has likely picked up strays and snuck them in the palace for years, and has only stopped doing so for the sake of the younger dragons, rhaegor, daenys and elaena, as she enjoys having them around and they can be even more of a menace than she is. she has always liked them — even the bigger ones, even when she begrudgingly kept away for her own safety — and to have one of her own has been a dream come true, and oftentimes she cares for elaena ( and daenys, when she allows her ) herself, feeding her from the hand, bringing her around perched on the princess and then following her around, with the occasional cough leaving the hems of her gowns and some people’s shoes scorched.
aerea favors shades of reds and purples: so her outfit usually goes from pinks to reds and maroons to purples and violets to black; she often sneaks in some white gowns as well, though they are all beautifully embroidered ( not by her ). for the past year, she has kept to black, for cerimonial’s sake only, but for the past moon, she has resumed colors and finds the lyseni bolder fashion rather appealing.
frankly, doesn’t like the word no or denial in general. as a child, this would cause her to explode in shrieking tantrums until she was indulged on, but as an adult, she’s learned to keep her temper barely contained, simmering under surface — it’s probably one of the reasons she’s not very attached to some of her material belongings, because she has a habit of taking it out on them, screaming and breaking and destroying things when she’s alone.
her love language is something between physical affection and gifts, and those she loves or seeks to endear herself to are often constant recipients of that. i pity the person in charge of her finances ( definitely not her ) because she’s always getting random lil treats to show affection — that when she’s not smacking her siblings’ arms or kissing their cheeks or holding hands with her ladies.
she’s learned how to fight with her brothers, but she holds no love for arms nor martial arts. she is a good shot, however, and often uses the crossbow for hunting though she just likes to throw things, really.
some of the most seasoned nursemaids used to joke that the targaryen couple started out with a horrible child, and ended it with another horrible child, and that is becoming of how aerea and daemon get along — between the twins, they are most alike than her and aegon, and while she may favor daemon ( and with her own history of a foreign, valyrian matrimony ), she is yet to choose a side. likewise, she is very fond of her sister - in - law daella, with the summerhall babies as the most lovely ones in the seven kingdoms ( and the only ones she enjoys ), so it only adds to the splitting mindset. ultimately, she knows she will choose whoever favors her and her whims the most, so she is keeping them both on her good side for now, hoping to reap the results later on.
— WANTED CONNECTIONS
people she’s met on essos : she spent a year and sumething around lys, and has also been to braavos ( or...wherevers closer. awoiaf i’m coming for you soon )
king’s landing regulars and non - regulars : she’s lived there her whole life so she knows enough people and places, and for those who don’t know, she’s more than happy to introduce them and hope they’ll fall in love with the city as much as she has.
friends, enemies, ex - lovers, allies, people interested or scared of her pink dragon, anything goes!
CHARACTER PARALLELS: fa mulan (disney’s mulan), arya stark (got), baela targaryen (hotd), merrida (disney’s brave), tomoe gozen (historical figure), tauriel (the hobbit), jo march (little women), samantha jone (sex & the city), jane austen (becoming jane), melinda gordon (ghost whisper), and mikasa ackerman (aot/snk)
BASIC STATISTICS.
full names: torrha stark
alias, nicknames: torr (by close friends/family) rha (pronounced “rya”, by her father) toh (pronounced “toe”, by a very selective few)
titles: princess of winterfell, youngest to the king of the north
age: twenty and four
monikers: terrible torrha, tolerable torrha
place of birth: winterfell, the northern kingdom
PERSONAL.
loyalties: house stark
gender: demi-woman
pronouns: she/her/hers
orientation: panromantic, demisexual
martial status: unmarried & unbetrothed
religion: old gods
spoken languages: common tongue
PSYCHICAL
ethnicity: mixed (caucasian & black)
hair color: red
eye color: blue
height: 5 ft 6 inch (168 cms)
build: athletic
scars: n/a.
modifications: n/a.
faceclaim: erin kellyman
PERSONALITY
moral alignment: chaotic neutral
myers-briggs type: ISFP-T
positive traits: circumspect, altruistic
negative traits: heedless, jaundiced
FAMILIAL
father: king torrhen stark
mother: arwyn stark nee flint
sibling(s): prince utp stark (older half-brother) princess lyanna stark (older half-sister, twin) , princess raya stark (older half-sister, twin), prince utp stark (older brother)
╰ ┈ [michiel huisman , 46 , cis male , he/him ] in the time of dragons , MATEO MARBRAND is entering the game of thrones . said to be intelligent + just , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be inflexible + cold . when asked about them , people are always reminded of meticulously penned letters , overcast days , the grin of a proud father , and polished arguments . though they are the RULING LORD OF ASHEMARK , their true loyalties lie with house marbrand and redwyne and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support their family . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come . ── finn , 24 , EST , she/they .
B A S I C S:
NAME: mateo marbrand
NICKNAME: matty (used solely by his wife, lysara)
TITLE: ruling lord of ashemark
AGE: 46
PRONOUNS: he/him
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: wed to lysara marbrand for 26 years
HEIGHT: 6′ 2″.
ORIENTATION: bisexual/biromantic.
BIRTHPLACE: ashemark, westerlands.
S U M M A R Y:
As the eldest child of the Marbrands, Mateo was raised with the expectation of being Ruling Lord of Ashemark eventually. He took his studies and training seriously, refusing to fall prey to laziness. The young man was quite remarkable, sharp, observant, and fair. It was clear, even at an early age, that he would make a good lord
As any good lord does, he married his betrothed with little fuss. He acted as a kind husband for the first year, but did not fall for his wife until their children entered the world. Where there had once been a disconnect from Lysara was blossoming love.
His children swiftly became the most important part of his life and he was rarely seen without one of them on his hip. Mateo flourished as a father, being open and warm with his family.
As his eldest son married, Mateo prepared to step down as ruling lord, trusting that Aren was ready to take over. Mateo was ready to reunite with his wife in King’s Landing and live there with her. That plan was destroyed when his eldest died suddenly in a hunting accident.
Destroyed by the guilt and grief, Mateo retreated into himself. He struggled to navigate the world following this and rarely left Ashemark, disconnecting from many friends and, eventually, his wife. His arrival in King’s Landing does come at the behest of the King, but his motivations lie in wishing to once again bridge the gap he has with his wife.
W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S
01. Friends - Mateo had many friends before Aren’s passing, but has only kept in touch with a few following. If you fall into this category, it is quite possible that you have known him since his youth and he considers you quite close
02. Rival - Though Mateo does not often play into such things, there are a few people in this world that he would compete with. It would be someone he sees as a respectable equal.
03. Call Him Out - Mateo often needs someone to call him out on his shit as he can be hypocritical or difficult. His wife used to be the who did that but . Ya Know. They aren’t really talking
04. Trusted Ally - The Lord likes to know what is going on and so he will employ people to give him tips on the on goings. He collects the information given to him and will use it if needed.
05. Someone Interesting - He has no desire to romance anyone at this point, but he does always find himself drawn to interesting people. If you catch his interest, he will likely keep an eye on you
*NAME: syrene nymeros martell ( née saan )
*TITLE: ruling princess of dorne
*AGE: thirty-six
*INSP: here !!
——— golden sands shifting within an ornate hourglass; the lingering scent of a perfume no one can identify, which is, in and of itself, its own kind of allure; silken garments and exposed skin as a form of armor; the delicate legs of a spider as it spins silk; the deflective intrigue of the occult; the equal presence of beauty and terror; a trail of smoke off a freshly-blown match, rising to the ether; a gaze not unlike the moon — cosmic and obscured and unreachable; the bloom that hides its thorns; the price of power; the pain of longing.
DETAILS, HISTORY & WANTED CONNECTIONS UNDER THE CUT!
☀️ BASICS.
full name: syrene aelyx nymeros martell ( née saan. )
familiar name: sy ( pronounced like ‘sigh’, reserved for close friends & family ) and syr ( pronounced like ‘ser’, used teasingly by friends or derogatorily by enemies. )
titles: ruling princess of dorne ( by marriage ), princess of the narrow sea ( by family ), the pearl of lys ( by public declaration. )
age: recently celebrated her thirty-sixth nameday.
gender: cis woman.
pronouns: she / her.
sexual orientation: bisexual.
religion: tbd, but likely a mix of existing religions of lys, and only loosely adhered to.
languages, in order of fluency: several of the dialects of low valyrian spoken in the free cities, the common tongue, high valyrian.
allegiance: house martell, a few of the noble houses of essos ( pending wcs ), herself — but her family, most of all.
☀️ PHYSICALITY.
fc: angela sarafyan.
appearance: with the blood of old valyria still strong amongst the people of lys, syrene’s physical attributes reflect what has been written in the history books of the famed valyrian beauties of old.
hair: a soft honey-brown, with natural silver-gold highlights running throughout. kept waist-length and gently curling, and occasionally adorned with beads and headdresses in the dornish fashion.
eyes: pale periwinkle blue, appearing bluer in some lights and purpler in others.
height: 5′8″
notable features: a markedly expressive brow; large, rounded, half-lidded eyes that seem vacant and incisive all at once; fingers adorned with rings; sharp, angular cheekbones.
scent: cloves, saffron, violet, pepper, leather, sandalwood, and oud.
archetypes: The Explorer; The Femme Fatale; The Thrill-Seeker; tbd.
alignment: dangerous area between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil.
☀️ RELATIONSHIPS.
husband: prince tbd nymeros martell.
children: tbd.
brother-in-law: prince zakar martell.
sister-in-law: princess allyria martell.
ladies-in-waiting, knights, etc.: tbd.
brother(s): various lords utp saan.
paramours: tbd, open to all genders!
☀️ HISTORY.
[ this is v long bc ... what are editing skills ... so there’s a tldr after this section! ]
i. There was a time when House Saan was known only for their long and distinguished lineage of pirate-lords, roaming the seas and shores in search of opportunities to pillage and plunder upon prey and claim others’ riches as theirs. To this day, some would argue that House Saan’s wealth was gained solely through disreputable means. However, those who know best — meaning, those who find themselves a part of families with fortunes rivaling even crowned royals — understand that wealth, along with power, is something to be seized, taken at every opportunity, and built upon throughout the ages for the generations to come.
ii. It’s true; the Saan family once was no better than self-styled Regents of the Narrow Sea, made of lords and ladies content to live a pirate’s life. However, a century ago, one such pirate king had the good sense to build upon his already impressive fleet of ships, amassing an armada to rival those of the Redwynes and the Greyjoys. Once pirates, the House now stood amongst the Lysene as merchants, bankers, shipmasters, and naval advisors. This transition catapulted House Saan to the league of nobility, with numerous royals from both Essos and Westeros courting the family with offers of marriage, gold, and status in exchange for access to even a fraction of the armada. Through this, the titles of Prince and Princess of the Narrow Sea were bestowed upon the family.
iii. Syrene Saan was born into this title, the firstborn girl in a long lineage of firstborn boys turned men turned lords. In some ways, she was treated no differently — taught the intricacies of seacraft and tutored in economics and diplomacy. Yet, at times, she was treated no different than a maiden in a song, confined to a study with her septa and expected to wed once she was of age. The combination of these aspects of her formative years, even in their juxtaposition, resulted in a woman her family could present to the world as one with the naval knowledge of a pirate king, the business savvy of a merchant, and the manner of a queen hiding her secrets behind a smile.
iv. In private, however, her interests were more common. Like her early ancestors, she developed a penchant for gambling games and cultivated a more-than-recreational pastime of palm-reading and other occult practices. Syrene was well-suited to the mystical, not because she was easy to trick into belief, but because she held skepticism and intrigue in equal measure. Once she came of age, she explored her share of Lys’ famed pleasure houses, half for education and half for exploration; her family was called a worldly one, and she only wanted to carry on the tradition.
v. Called the ‘Pearl of Lys’ by the Lysene commonfolk and Essosi nobles alike, her family quickly sought to fashion the pearl into a diamond by way of a marriage alliance with a great house of Westeros. Syrene had little interest in the matter, believing that no person could excite her the way that her own desires did. Love might have been the death of duty, but marriage was the death of adventure.
vi. ( Syrene’s relationship with her husband and his family is tbd, pending plotting with their writers <3 ) Given that Lys was in such close proximity to Dorne, it was only expected that Syrene was soon introduced to the Dornish Prince. The principality was known for its well-trained armies of men and their spears, but what they had long lacked — despite their nearness to the seas — was a proper fleet, one which could rival the royal naval armada should the swirling rumors of Dorne fighting for its independence from the Seven Kingdoms come to fruition. After a long courtship, she married the firstborn Prince of House Martell, and assumed the title of Ruling Princess of Dorne.
vii. With him ( and the role she now played ) came a greater sense of maturity and incisiveness, the kind necessary to sit at the seat of Sunspear alongside her lord husband and be taken seriously at court despite being a foreign bride. Long gone were the days of wild youth, and in their place, a love she never expected and enough responsibility to restrain her most hedonistic impulses — at least, early on. Now, to counteract this price for power, Syrene has taken to indulging once more, again exploring as she can within the bounds placed on those of nobility. There’s a cognitive dissonance at bay, a continuous attempt a balancing the demands of her husband’s political world with the thrill of excitement she’s long pursued. And so, the result is a woman well trained for her station, yet prone to bouts of recklessness when she’s hungry for something the game of thrones cannot provide.
☀️ TLDR.
The firstborn daughter of the newly-noble House Saan, who originated as pirate lords but have become shipcrafters and the owners of one of the world’s largest armadas. In youth, Trained in youth for her eventual station as a ruling lady, but also took to adventuring and exploring to her heart’s content — the byproduct of a wild streak which she has still maintained, though it was subdued for the earlier part of her marriage into House Martell. A known lover of a gambling games, the occult ( namely, palm- and card-reading ), and a supporter of the independence of each of the Seven Kingdoms. Kind of lives by the motto ‘A Little Party Never Killed Nobody’. Gets reckless when she’s bored — meaning she’s forever in search of playthings, puppets, and prey.
☀️ TRAJECTORY.
Right now, I think of Syrene as someone who has one foot firmly planted in the game of thrones and the other in her own desires ( think, Margaery’s political aptitude + Arya’s sense of adventure. ) I personally would like to see something that makes Syrene decisively land in the world of the former and use the training of her formative years and the very real power that is the combined force of her husband’s army and her own family’s armada to see Dorne ( and the other kingdoms ) achieve independence. An ideal trajectory that I’d like to work towards for Syrene is having her penchant for hedonism and such causing certain irreparable mistakes to be made, and a quite serious reckoning to happen as a result — all so that a true player in the game of thrones can emerge from the wreckage of her own, self-wrought chaos.
☀️ WANTED CONNECTIONS.
[ i have several ideas for specific wcs, but it’s late and i have a super early day tomorrow, so I’ll make a more detailed list of wcs very soon! ]
some quick lil generic wcs:
- friends ( i imagine there’s only ... a handful lmao )
- enemies ( probably far more )
- paramours / lovers
- current wards of house martell
- essosi nobility now in westeros who might view the saan armada as a threat
- conversely, essosi nobility with positive relationships to house saan
- fellow gamblers / party people
- the almost betrothals
- members of house saan ( i hc that she has several younger brothers )
- manipulators ( failed or successful )
- fellow occultists
- brothel workers / owners ( tbh, i have a hc that syrene financially supports a number of pleasurehouses )
- little birds bc girly loves her gossip okay
- advisors / similar roles who would petition her to engage in more charitable efforts
- those whose families had connections with hers over the past century ( perhaps a saan relative was their master of ships, that sort of thing )
- anything and everything!! i can’t wait to write with everyone <333
╰ ┈ [ ryan corr, 27 , cisgender man , he/him ] in the time of dragons , russal dondarrion is entering the game of thrones . said to be dedicated + reliable , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be dogmatic + rigid . when asked about them , people are always reminded of the boulder that splits a stream, the smell of freshly polished boots, gritted teeth and a tensed jawline, and the burning desire to prove oneself . though they are the lord of blackhaven , their true loyalties lie with house baratheon and dondarrion and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support the prince of dragonstone / their family 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: russal dondarrion.
TITLE: lord of blackhaven.
AGE: 27.
PRONOUNS: he/him.
HEIGHT: 6′1″.
BIRTHPLACE: blackhaven, the stormlands.
RELIGION: the faith of the seven.
S U M M A R Y :
russal was adopted along with his twin sister at the young age of five years old, and only has vague memories of his birth family.
he was always a rather serious child, often said to be mature for his age
perhaps this was because he was often shunned by his peers due to his tendency to call their imaginary games ‘unrealistic’. there weren’t many who wanted to play with him, but that was fine with him.
he was something of an ugly duckling, not getting much attention from any gender growing up in terms of attractiveness. it wasn’t until he was around eighteen that he began to grow into the looks that had been too harsh on a child’s face, but rather becoming on that of a grown man’s.
suddenly he was getting far more attention than he knew what to do with, but went along with it and had no shortage of bed partners for a year or two.
there were two instances that proved to be a wake up call. one being that he hadn’t realized that one of his bed partners had begun to develop feelings, and he’d accidentally led him on. he’d found russal coming from the bed of another and was given a nasty shock having been under the impression that Russal returned his affections.
meanwhile- the person he’d shared the bed with (a long time crush of his) made it rather clear that they’d only been interested in him for his good looks rather than anything that lay below them. (wanted connection) so it was plain to see he was rather bad at this whole romance thing, and has since decided to avoid it entirely.
the cold shoulder he received while growing up extended further than other children his age. for as long as he can remember his family had been looked down upon by the rest of the nobility. for some it was because of the humble beginning house dondarrion came from, having been nothing more than lowborn messengers when the storm king saw fit to raise them to noble status.
beyond their humble beginnings, their status and standing was only made worse by the fact that their father was a well-known sellsword. his lack of honor was often conflated with the rest of his family, and there weren’t many who wished to rub elbows with such a disreputable family.
this was a part of the reason russal took it upon himself to train for the kingsguard from a young age. after all the gold cloaks were among some of the most respected in the land. he and his family would be untouchable. perhaps his sisters might even make respectable matches if he rose to their ranks.
his father raised him to take on the ‘family business’ as a sellsword, and russal went so far as to accompany the former ruling lord on a few of his contracts. but it didn’t take long for russal’s morals to get in the way of his desire to please his dad. it was the first mission he’d gone on that included innocents, and it was quickly revealed he didn’t have the stomach for such things. so while his father was busy, he released those that they’d taken prisoner, hiding the truth from his father.
despite this and his disapproval of his father’s profession, russal loved his dad. he was everything a father should be even thought his profession left much to be desired.
russal had arrived in king’s landing only for the prince’s wedding and witnessed the fall of the red keep. it was here that he found out a secret he’d rather never had learned, and keeps close to his chest- hiding it from everyone and even those closest to him.
his father died in the attack on the red keep, making the new ruling lord of dondarrion a freshly anointed one.
now russal is in his final steps towards becoming a member of the kingsguard, and has been tasked with the protection of larra rogare as one of his final tests.
W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S :
the person who’s heart he accidentally broke: this was the connection mentioned in the previous bullet points! they were sleeping together, and they thought there were feelings and potentially exclusivity involved. Russal was under no such impression but unintentionally strung them along due to his lack of experience with romantic feelings. the other person found him coming from the bed of another.
the bed he came from: this goes a bit with the previous connection! this was someone russal most likely had a childhood crush on but had never won the attention of until he became more handsome. he thought them sleeping together would be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. he was....wrong. the other person wasn’t interested in anything more than a fling and told russal as much.
father’s sins: i’d LOVE to have connections with people who potentially employed his father as a sellsword, OR fell victim to one of his father’s crimes!
kingsguard members: he wants to be in the kingsguard and has been working towards it! gimme them kingsguards!
old soul: as mentioned, russal didn’t mesh well with people his age while he was young. he often found himself in the company of adults instead. so this could be any people decently older than him that knew him while he was younger and indulged him while he did his best to sit with the adults!
