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CHARACTER TITLE: The Flower Maid CHARACTER NAME: Elaena Tyrell FACE CLAIM: Adelaide Kane
DIRECTION: i.There are more soft petals than thorns on Elaena, but there will always be a sharpness within her. Using her image to her advantage, Elaena has managed to go unseen and therefore is a powerful tool for the Tyrell’s to utilise. She’s reliant on her siblings, when it comes to their strength. I would love the see her finding her own feet more. After all, experiences can so easily change a person. Morals can be thrown into question. ii. Elaena has always dreamed of a better world, a kinder world. She’s given since a young age for two reasons, the first being that she genuinely cares for the poor and the second was for the way it made her look. She’s always understood the power of image and whilst she does not have to falsify her kindness and gentility, Elaena is certainly aware of the upper hand it gives her in court. I see her bolstering her image more, the older that she grows. iii. Her advantageous father would see her marry for the glory of House Tyrell. Pressure for her to interact with the Prince is constant, but she feigns shyness before her father.Her beauty is renowned and so is her grace and gentility, her father reckons that it makes her a desirable mule. So she looks to subtly quiz them on their nature and views. iv. Loyalty between siblings has been uncontested, Elaena being the dutiful informant who keeps the remaining Tyrell’s in the loop. And whilst Elaena loves her brother, it’s her sister who she seeks council from and even learns the ways of. Some of that thorniness lives within Elaena, which has made her stronger. There may come a time when she’s torn between protecting her friends ( Targaryens ) and giving her family information. I would like to see he inner turmoil there.
HISTORY: There was no question of beauty, the moment Elaena Tyrell was brought into the world. Birthed with gentility in her bones, her smiles spreading over features like the opening of flower buds, she was nurtured, her petite body clutched to her mother - who was enchanted by her youngest. The child who never whined. It was said when she was a child that people had made guesses about how she might turn out, if her sweet nature would remain or if she would transform into a dark orchid, to be devoured by the sins of their world. But such things were worlds away, with her safe in the sanctuary of Highgarden. With golden roses entwined within the raven strands of her hair, she grew, sauntering around the white stone with a spring in her light step. She often stepped outside of the luxury she was granted, to give aid to the poor who suffered so dearly. It pained her to see them starve, to see children so bereft of anything good - so she gave them food, shelter, wooden toys to keep them entertained. Elaena loved to teach the young girls how to dance, and tell tales of brave knights which would have the young boys and girls squealing. What people failed to discover was the steel thorns beneath her silken petals, that hidden agenda which ticked away. People dismissed her as a gentle fool, without cleverness or wit. But in truth, her words could be as every bit measured as The Cunning Lioness. However, she would always have more love in her heart. The common people cared for her because she gave them her love, her friends cherished her because she nurtured them. Her cleverness was recognised only by her siblings, who used her charm and pragmatism to ensnare others. The Tyrell’s were the wealth of the kingdom, but not the power - they wanted both. So she did her part dutifully, arriving in King’s Landing with a perfumed cloth pressed to her nose. The stench was ghastly, but she quickly shunned the sweet scent which provided her with a mask, to descend from the carriage and visit the hovels of flea bottom. She charmed them, using her talents in the Highgarden to her advantage in the capital of Westeros. The only thing she was disappointed about was the scenery, in Highgarden she painted often, but the landscapes were far more enchanting than that of Kings landing In the princess’s service, she found herself coveted by many. But she cherished the company of the Targaryen, admiring her gentility in a world which made so many little girls cruel. For the first time she admired someone other than her older sister, finding comfort in the violet eyed princess. Given the state of court, with the Mad King losing grip of reality, it was a relief that there were still Targaryens left to believe in.