𝙳𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂

statistics —

name:  cersei lannister.    sobriquets:  the fairest flower of the west, the lioness of skyreach.  nickname(s):  none.    age:  twenty and nine.     place of birth:  casterly rock, the westerlands.    gender:  cis woman.    pronouns:  she / her.   sexual orientation:  heterosexual.    religion:  faith of the seven ( barely ).    titles:  lady of casterly rock.  lady cersei fowler of skyreach ( formerly )   languages:  common.    affiliation:  house lannister, herself, the crown.

physical —

faceclaim:  elle fanning.    hair colour:  pale golden sunlight.    hair style:  wavy and unbound, tumbling down to her waist.    eye colour:  light lanister emerald.    height:  175cm.    body modifications:  earlobes.    clothing style:  lush luxuries, intensely expensive silks and satins, trimmed with gold in the latest fashions, feminine and flattering, wielded like a weapon.    distinguishing characteristics:  pretty eyes, pretty smile, a courtly mask of pretty placidity, with power hungry calculations made just out of sight. brighter than most, with light steps and a lilting voice .    signature scent:  a soft waft of lavenders left in her wake, flowers imported from the reach that are both sweet and lingering.

mind —

mbti:  estp — the entrepreneur.    character alignment:  lawful evil.    positive traits:  enchanting, sociable, intelligent, ambitious.    negative traits:  desperate, manipulative, calculating, spoiled, resentful.    primary vice:  greed.    primary virtue:  diligence.    character parallels :  agrippina the elder ( history ) , livia drusilla ( domina ) ,  lucrezia borgia ( history ) ,  violet, the dowager countess of grantham ( downton abbey ) ,   catherine, the great ( the great, season 2 ) ,  princess margaret ( the crown , season 1-2 ).

disorder:  long periods of melancholy ( depression ).    allergies:  copper.    sleeping habits:  tba.    eating habits:  tba.    sociability:  uncommonly social, she always knows what to say. ever the  intrepid  hostess who knew exactly when to  laugh  and move talking subjects along. she flits from one guest to another with  effortless  grace, making one feel very much like centre of the room, always subtle in her approach yet wielding a soft power.    addictions:  does attention count?.    alcohol use:  above average.    drug use:  none, gotta keep that mind sharp.

family —

mother:  ruling lady lannister née costayne.    father:  ruling lord loreon lannister.    sibling(s):  lord tybold lannister, ruling lady myrcella dondarrion née lannister of blackhaven, liege lannister c.    significant other(s):  none.    children:  none.    late husband:  lord davios fowler of skyreach ( deceased 179 a.c ).    former in-laws:  the fowlers of skyreach.

background — tw: npc death

cersei  dances  to the tune of  intrigue.  perfectly, and with grace dripping from every precise movement.  the legacy of house lannister had always been  certain, for it is quite the feat to be at the very forefront of public life whilst still operating in the  shadows.  her family had forged influence through the fire of sheer  ambition  and  cunning, for it was gold that had made kings bow and show their  begrudging  deference, and the lions will continue to prance forwards with fearless aggression.

her  grandmother  had  been  the  formidable  lioness  of  myth  and  legend,  at  least  in  cersei’s  mind.  she  begrudges  the  closeness  between  her  elder  siblings  and  the  late  matriarch  of  house  lannister.  she  knew  she  was  too  young,  too  unimportant,  too  fragile  to  be  brought  as  a  lion  heir  worthy  of  her  grandmother’s  tutelage,  not  when  the older lions of casterly rock stared firmly into the eye of war –  poised  for  greatness. the young cub only stared out from her rooms within the golden towers, unafraid of potential defeat – for her mind had deemed it simply impossible ! – but fretting over her own rise after the dust has settled.  

the tutelage of a lion of the rock had been perfect from time immemorial. power and gold. gold and power. it matters not whether a child is to inherit the privilege and burden of becoming warden of the west, they must make their way in the world with purpose and forceful grace. cersei walked up and down the innumerable stairs of her home with a veritable legion of trusted scholars, who taught her history and the movement of power; how houses rise and fall in the aftermath of war, and one must run towards every opportunity in order to seize it. but as things quietened and the land rebuilds, little cersei remained within the stronghold of her home, beset with music and dancing lessons to make her much more like a lady, yet nowhere to prove it ! her hunger continues as she sat by her mother's feet, holding in tears of frustration as she yearned for something more, more.

the  ruling  lady  lannister  had  never  been  a  soft  woman.  handpicked  by  her  husband’s  mother,  she  possessed  a  brilliant  mind  that  knew  when  patience  was  necessary  and  when  it  was  time  to  ride  into  battle.  she  tried  her  best  with  cersei,  attempting  to  control  her  young  daughter’s  envy  with  lessons  upon  lessons  that  will  occupy  her  mind.  “you  are  safe  in  the  rock,  my  dove,  you  are  our  most  precious ! ”  she  would  murmur  into  cersei’s  golden  hair,  arms  tightly  wrapped  around  her  shoulders.  the  older  she  became,  the  more  she  wanted  her  mother  to  cease  lying  to  her.  she  stays  in  casterly  rock  because  she  serves  no  purpose,  a  child  to  be  protected,  not  a  weapon  to  be  harnessed. 

it became quite apparent that cersei was both lion and serpent, poisonous and vicious, strong and angry. she enjoys baring her teeth, and began to constantly test the fences that were so clearly marked for her. she ran rampant across the the cobbled streets of lannisport, eerily adept at whittling out stories from visiting merchants and friendly barkeeps. her  mother  called  her  precious  again – ignoring the way her hair smells like salt and her cheeks bright with exertion –  while  her  father  took  to  his  cups  as  he  always  did;  cersei  could  only  smile  ever wider. it was almost impossible to keep her contained. 

finally, blessedly, cersei was allowed to slip into the retinue of her elder siblings when they venture out from the rock to partake in politicking. a shadow with golden hair, who laughed and danced to the whispers of courts throughout westeros. she listens more than she speaks, and her emerald gaze glinting with something strange and unseen — the little lion sits besides her eldest sibling as they sat around the tables of all manner of lieges, hiding in plain sight as the youngest, and outwardly least threatening of all the young lions. they do not know that her tongue is sharper than most whence in private, and her mind utterly unceasing. there is little that escapes her notice.  

she  was  twenty  &  six  then,  and  might  be  considered  far  too  old  for  some  to  be  unmarried,  but  cersei  lannister  isn’t  just  anyone,  her  mother  murmured.  she  is  the  fairest  flower  of  the  west  that  will  always  remain  out  of  reach,  no  matter  how  much  she  wished  herself  not  to  be  quite  so.  although  she  wanted  to  be  above  the  ownership  of  men  and  to  be  free  from  the  thought  of  others  dictating  her  life,  she  knew  that  it  was  the  only  chance  she  could  have  to  gain  a  position  of  her  own.  of  course,  she  could  not  believe  of  another  name  better  than  lannister,  so  why  should  she  trade  such  a  treasure  with  anything  less?   but  the  rest  of  westeros,  unfortunately,  did  not  believe  for  it  to  be  so.  it  was  time  to  sell  the  treasure  of  her  family  name  for  the  good  of  valyrian  blood  —  all  through  the  machinations  of  her  family's  influence. cersei  would’ve  done  anything  to  show  her family  that  she  was  far  from  the  little  girl  who  wept  at  the  thought of being forgotten. 

dorne  was  far.  greenery  turned  slowly  into  desert  the  further  her  carriage  went  south,  and  a  knot  in  her  throat  began  to  feel  overwhelming.  strange,  for  a  girl  who  wanted  so  much  to  leave  her  home  had  finally  gotten  her  wish,  she  felt  no  happiness  for  it.  her  mother  had  sung  praises  of  beautiful  skyreach,  perhaps  in  an  attempt  to  appeal  to  her  vanity,  but  it  was  when  she  uttered  the  importance  of  a  subdued  dorne  that  cersei  truly  listened.  obedient  when  she  needed  to  be,  always  greedy  of  something  more.  lord  davios fowler  is  a  warrior,  first  and  foremost,  honorable  and  kind  —  becoming  his  wife  was  not  much  of  a  punishment,  and  most  ladies  would’ve  thanked  all  of  the  seven  for  their  good  fortune;  if  not  only  for  her  husband’s  demeanour,  but  also  for  the  prospect  of  becoming  the  future  ruling  lady  of  skyreach.  cersei  could  see  her  husband’s  importance,  to  his  princex  and  no  one  else,  for  he  held  no  further  ambitions  past  the  northern  borders  of  dorne.  it  was  disappointing,  yet  not  thoroughly  unexpected,  so  cersei  bid  her  time  in  orchestrating  the  slow  manipulation  that  would  change  her  husband’s  mind, and in turn, furthering her ambitions. 

however,  all  that  patience  had  all  come  to  nought.  through  fate  or  design,  their  marriage  was  not  meant  to  last,  nor  was  it  allowed  to  bear  fruit.  cersei’s  womb  remained  obstinately  empty,  no  matter  how  dutifully  the  couple  performed  their  marital  duties,  up  until  her  husband’s  untimely  demise. a  hunting  party  had  swiftly  turned  into  a  funeral  procession  when  lord  davios  suffered  from  a  great  fall,  and  after  scarcely two years  of  marriage,  the  stunned  lion  of  the  rock  felt  herself  unmoored,  once  more. 

currently a lady - in -waiting to princess daenys of dorne, the lion bides her time. one husband cold on the ground does not mean that her life was effectively over — in fact, it was almost as if it has just begun.

headcanons —

she knows everything about everyone ( within reason ofc ) that's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets.

one thing she couldn’t begrudge from her former in-laws, they were very happy to include her in governance and teach her the practicalities of ruling. she listened and took everything in with rapt attention. although the fowlers don’t rule over massive swathes of lands and have dominion over innumerable vassals, they ran their lands with practical efficiency and proved their martial prowess in the training of their troops. 

contrary to popular belief, she quite likes dorne — she just doesn’t like uncertainty. although, she believes that being out of sight and out of mind means she will one day be forgotten. cersei thinks that if she can't inherit a title she better fuck someone enough or make an entire family extinct to get one.  

certified horse girlTM 

conflicted because she’s a westerlander through and through but dornish fashion is so sexy and hot she might not let a few of her fave silhouettes go.

idk there are so many more things but i cant remember any of them

wanted connections —

if anyone brings more lannisters i will give you $2

SOUTHERN COMFORTS: friends in dorne ! not everyone hates the lannisters down south, right? …. right??? cersei was married into house fowler for the past 3 years until her husband’s death last year, so she would need some friends that wont look at her sideways

HOMETOWN MEMORIES: friends in the westerlands, or those she befriended growing up going to parties and noble events. she’s a pretty prolific letter writer so she would still be up on their face even from all the way down south.  

A LINE OF CALLERS: suitors ! past or present. maybe old papa ‘accidentally’ sold out her hand in marriage to settle some gambling shit as a ‘joke’ and a smaller lord was keen enough to want to collect…

GIVE HER CRUMBS: anyone who likes gossip, please give her the tea, she's parched.