♱ OPEN STARTER : in the midst or near the end of the poison, during a rare quiet moment, after the lord has finished their tending for the night . ( status: accepting replies )
it matters not the age of the sick: all desire to be cared for. as his child had not fallen ill with the terrible plague, the shivering fevers, then mor had little to be concerned with on that front. ( but the lashing limbs, the cries for help, the blind clinging to complete strangers in a time when houses wish each other dead … their heart aches, their mind spins with the beginnings of a migraine. ) attempting to bring it down now, in a small corner, chair and table their sole companions, an empty one opposite. it is at night: quiet, almost tense in how the solace seeps in. the book is opened in their palm, spine to the crook of their thumb, and although they do read, their grey-eyed gaze flashes towards movement in the room. “ have you need of something? has another patient … ” they swallow. cannot bring themself to ask, cannot bring themself to imprint nayara's face upon those bedridden. “… god's blood. i have some water. ” there, a pitcher besides the other book, which they had been reading: old tales of westeros, more like children's folklore, but in the end, it matters not what is said, only how it is received. “ and fruit, if you can stand it. dried. ” unless you want a bedtime story.
she had not been affected by the poison wreaking the bodies of the nobles, gods be willing. her mother and siblings were spared from this sickness.. everyone except for her father, cerion lannister. out of all the varying ways that her lord paramount father could suffer from poison, something for which she personally understood quite well was not one of them. “hm…? No, i suppose i am just taking it all in.” as much as she loathed her father for valid reasons, she never wanted him to…. "do you have anything with a bit more of a punch?” glancing at the items on the table, noting the book she once read as a child. “truth be told, I do not have any meaning to be here…. but i am willing to help.” it is better than doing nothing. It is better than to sit alone with her thoughts. She rather not hear them, she cannot let weakness take hold of her.
✴︎˚｡⋆ ( lannister b , samantha logan , 28 , cis woman , she/her ) the hand of the late king welcomes genna lannister, the lady of casterly rock, to the kingsmoot. the realm knows them to be spontaneous and passionate, but the master of whisperers has unearthed information that speaks to their pretentious and haughty tendencies. to dream of them would be to dream of golden flames, pressure to make something of herself, and sunlight breaking through the darkness. they themselves dream of the house lannister on the throne. time is an unwieldy mistress, and only she may tell who will sit the iron throne when the dust settles.
꧁ Basic Information
full name: genna lannister. title: lady of casterly rock. birthdate: sixth day of the twelfth moon, she was born seventy five years after the conqueror. age: eight and twenty. place of birth: casterly rock, westerlands, westeros. gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her. sexual orientation: pansexual. allegiance(s): house lannister. current residence: casterly rock, westerlands, westeros. languages spoken: the common tongue, high valyrian (intermediate). religion: faith of the seven.
꧁ Personality
positive traits: spontaneous, passionate, confident, companionly, daring, vivacious. neutral traits: competitive, glamorous, sarcastic, stubborn, ambitious, determined. negative traits: pretentious, haughty, arrogant, blunt, impulsive, opportunistic. moral alignment: chaotic good. mbti: estp. enneagram: the challenger. temperament: sanguine. character inspiration: kida nedakh (atlantis: The lost empire), oberyn martell (game of thrones), faye valentine (cowboy bebop), toph beifong (avatar: the last airbender).
꧁ Physical Attributes
faceclaim: samantha logan. height: five foot seven inches. build: lean. hair: long dark hair, styles it depending on the day and what is on her agenda for that day. eye color: emerald. notable features: her bright smile, flawless skin, defined cheekbones, and full lips.
born two years after the ruling couple's first child. genna was an easy birth. cerion was rather disappointed that his second child was a daughter once more. not that he did not love his daughters, but a boy would carry house lannister by name.
growing up, genna felt less wanted by her parents than they did for her other siblings. though she felt more seen by rosalei than cerion. she did whatever she wanted growing up and, more often than not, ignored her parents. she helped protect her siblings from their parents' arguments and fights alongside mara.
genna did not take either side. she blamed both cerion and rosalei for their arguments. she blamed them both for the tension in casterly rock and made it known constantly with her frustrations. after years, she grew tired of constantly fighting and begging both her parents to cease their fighting. guilt constantly brewed inside her for her older sister mara.
with news of the kingsmoot, she truly did not care much. she did not care who sat on the iron throne, as long as chaos didn't curse the lands. her priority is house lannister and doing anything, by all means, to ensure that her house thrives.
꧁ Headcanons
despite her overly blunt and assertive personality she knows the proper decorum in social settings.
genna enjoys flirting. half the time she means nothing by it.
she has been both with men, women, and non-binary individuals. she does not have a prefrence, long as they're hot.
she enjoys archery, hunting, and poison making.
she hated learning it, but she is skilled in embroidery. painting, and dancing.
has gotten into quite a few brawls growing up.
she struggles with commitment issues. she will disregard her commitment issues in order to solidify a marriage that will bring power to her family.
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