Fanfics galore

House Affiliation: House Greyjoy of Pyke

Traits and Characteristics :

Free-spirited: Onica refuses to be constrained by society, instead choosing to forge her own path, and whoever she chooses.

Bold: Onica doesn’t tailor her personality to prevent others from being uncomfortable or offended. She speaks her mind, and lives as her truthful self.

Seductive: She knows that she is very beautiful, and is more than willing to flaunt that beauty. Though she doesn’t really appreciate men’s attention, she’s still happy to have put them in a vulnerable position. And when it comes to women— let’s just say she doesn’t hold back.

Loyal: Though she can seem careless and cynical on the outside, once you get to know her you’ll find she’s incredibly loyal to those she deems worthy, and will stick with her allies to the end.

Independent: As previously stated, Onica doesn’t give a damn what others think about her. She does what she wants, and if people don’t like it? Respectfully, STFU.

Compassionate: Despite her flirtatious and eccentric personality, Onica cares deeply for commoners and unfortunates. She grew up in poverty herself, and understands what it feels like to be desperate and alone. She’s particularly kind towards sex workers, understanding that this is the only way for women to make their own money.

Witty: Of all of her personality traits, this is the one that made Yara fall for her so hard and so easily. Onica is quite sharp tongued, and will gladly pull biting insults and offensive jokes out of thin air if someone offends her or her allies. This tends to get her in all sorts of trouble with local lords, though a few coins from Yara and the promise of Greyjoy favour usually gets her out of it.

Physical Appearance:

Average height: smaller than some, taller than others. She is around Yara’s height, at about 5’4’’.

Striking red hair: Onica has incredibly curly red hair, long and rarely styled. She likes to use the classic pirate headscarf style to tie it back from her face while sailing.

Sea green eyes: Yara’s favourite physical trait of Onica’s is her eyes, a colour Yara describes as “the sea after a storm”. Her eyes are slightly almond shaped, and framed by long lashes and expressive eyebrows.

Attractive: Onica is very curvy. She has slightly larger than average breasts, a slim-ish but not overly dramatic waist, and wide hips. She also has a very symmetrical face, with large eyes, high cheekbones, and dimples. Her lips are plump, and slightly darker coloured than her skin. Her nose is curved, and larger than usual.

Family members:

Onica knows nearly nothing about her family, and doesn’t care to know. The only thing she does know is that her mother was a prostitute in Harlaw. Therefore, she has just decided to take a bastard surname. However, she has found friends so close they are practically family in Yara’s harem. While she is Yara’s only official paramour and salt-wife, she is far from her only lover. Yara’s three other concubines, Emelye, Ameri, and Tayla are all very close with each other and Onica. One would expect them to fight over Yara’s attention, but they are in fact all friends/lovers with each other.

Lover(s):

Onica is a very romantic person. Her main and most important relationship is with Yara Greyjoy. Yara first met Onica at a brothel during a diplomatic visit to a small city on the coast of the mainland, slept with her every night, and requested she accompany her back to Pyke. Onica initially refused, having built a life for herself. However, later that night, Onica was nearly assaulted by some of Yara’s men, until Yara showed up, threatening to throw them overboard if they didn’t leave Onica alone. Yara asked again if she would come to Pyke with her. This time, Onica agreed. Since then, they’ve been the hottest lesbian couple of the century, sharing a bed every night (and even during the day). While Yara wouldn’t be bothered by rumors of being bisexual, Onica’s reputation would be shattered, and she wouldn’t likely be attacked or killed, and thus, Onica is also Yara’s handmaiden, to mitigate scandal.

Yara would never prevent her lover from enjoying a good romp with anyone else; her only requirement is that she’s invited to join as well. Other than this, Onica is also active with Yara’s three other concubines.

Winterfell had become exceedingly tense over the past weeks. It seemed that the family was hit by one tragedy after another. All had begun with the arrival of the Royal Family. Only shortly after, Bran had fallen from the old tower whilst climbing, and he hadn’t woken yet. The whole family had been distraught, Catelyn particularly so. She had locked herself up in Bran’s room and not spoken for days. But of course, there was more. Uncle Ned had been offered the role of hand of the king, and accepted out of respect for his friendship with King Robert. He would be headed south soon, taking Sansa and Arya with him, presumably to be married to some southern lords. Lizzie found herself wishing none of this had ever happened, longing that she could wake and find it’d all been a dream.

Supper was a strained ordeal that evening. It was no secret that Catelyn was furious with her husband for agreeing to go south, and she glared unapologetically at him for the whole affair. Ned had decided that his best defense against Catelyn’s anger was ignorance, was looking down calmly at his plate. The rest of the family had fallen uncomfortably silent. Theon seemed to decide things were too quiet for his liking and began whistling a jaunty tune, but Robb glared him down until he stopped. Lizzie kept her eyes down, and wished she could just melt away into the floor.

When the meal was finally over, the children left the hall, but Lizzie noted that her aunt and uncle remained. There was going to be a fight, that much was clear. She crowded with the others around the door. Theon leaned against the wall pretending as though he didn’t care, though Lizzie could see the concern he’d carefully hidden. Rosanna took Arya and Sansa up to bed, flashing her charming smile back at them before doing so, leaving Lizzie the only girl left. Robb gave an agitated sigh and sat restlessly in a wooden chair against the wall, running his hands through his auburn curls in unease. Jon remained standing, a look of fretful contemplation etched on his features. Theon resumed his cheerful whistling, seemingly uncaring of the seriousness of the situation. 

“Stop that now.” Quietly, but clearly, Jon had spoken up. Theon pretended not to hear him and continued his lighthearted display. 

“I said, stop it! How dare you make light of all this?!” Now Jon was speaking louder, his anger at Theon’s ignorance plain on his countenance. Theon looked up, the all too familiar look of shame covered up by anger lighting up his face.

“How dare you speak to me in such a manner? I’m a lord, and you’re just a bastard.” Theon spoke with such disgust and condescending menace in his voice that even Robb, who was known to avoid taking sides in the common arguments between the righteous Jon Snow and the scandalous Theon Greyjoy, looked up from his anxious stupor. He stood, a frown settling on his mouth, and strode across the room. 

“You’re not a lord, Theon. You’re a prisoner. You’ve less status here than even Jon. And I am your lord, so I suggest you stop pestering my brother.” Of course, Theon was not going to take that. The two of them launched instantly into one of their stubborn fights. Jon, who had no interest remaining within punching distance of the two angry boys, came to sit beside Lizzie on an oaken bench. She looked up, meeting his gaze as he sat down and leaned forward on his elbows. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words died in his mouth.

“I will serve my king—my friend— with honor!”

Robb and Theon stopped their squabbling mid-sentence. Ned’s voice, raised in anger, had come from the other room. It seemed he and Catelyn had moved closer to the door, and their voices were now clear and loud. 

“How could you accept to go with no thought for your family, for your children!” Catelyn cried. “Nothing good can ever come from a Stark in the South! I thought we agreed on that!”

“Like it or not, I owe this and more to Robert! We couldn’t have won the damn war without him!” He said, enunciating every word. “It’s a lord’s duty to consider the needs of his king!”

“What about your duty to your people! What will the North do without you here to lead them through these troubled times?”

“Robb can–“

“Robb!” Catelyn sounded incredulously angry. “Robb is a good man, and he means well, but he doesn’t have your leadership!”  There was a brief pause. Ned was clearly contemplating her words. 

“You are telling me some fantasized duty is more important to you than our children? I thought you loved us!” 

Lizzie heard Catelyn beginning to cry and Ned mumbling to himself. 

“Oh Ned, we’ve never been apart! Not since the war at least! I cannot bear to watch you leave!”

“It can’t be helped Catelyn. I know Robert well, and he certainly can’t run a kingdom on his own.”

“And what of Bran? He is weakening every day Ned! And now his father cannot find the time to be at his bedside? Why, it may only be a matter of time before he…” her voice trailed off, leading to gasping sobs.

Lizzie’s heart ached for her aunt. She’d just nearly lost her son to a fall, and now she was losing her husband as well? Catelyn loved Ned truly and completely, and now she was being forced to face his prolonged absence. She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of anger at her Uncle for being so uncaring. He was lucky beyond words to get as good a woman, a wife, and a mother as Catelyn. Now he would cast her aside for the King? 

“You will manage. Robb is more than capable of handling matters for the short time I’m away. He and Jon–“ Catelyn snorted a cruel laugh the mention of her husband’s bastard. She hated him, and hated even more that Ned loved him. 

“–will surely be more than enough to keep the North in line for a time. Theon should be able to behave himself. Might even be good for him. The boy must learn to watch himself.”

Lizzie shot a smug look Theon’s way. 

“Y’hear that? It’s high time you started actin’ your age.”

“Why don’t you start looking your age.” He replied, glancing at her practically nonexistent chest. “You haven’t even bled yet.” Robb shoved him for that one, half playfully, half angrily that Theon would talk to Lizzie that way. Lizzie scowled, pulling closer to Jon and leaning into him as a shield. Jon wrapped an arm around her, giving a gentle squeeze to her shoulder before pulling back. 

“I do not relish in leaving you Catelyn—“ Ned sounded exasperated. 

“Then don’t!” Footsteps echoed as Catelyn’s shadow under the door moved close to Ned’s. “Let another man serve as hand. Stay here, and allow yourself to continue to serve Robert as Warden of the North.” 

“If it is not me, it will surely be Tywin Lannister. And the last thing this world needs is a Lannister whispering in the king’s ear.” 

Lizzie heard Catelyn weeping softly in defeat. Jon turned on Robb. 

“Why did you tell her that Father was going south? You knew she would be unhappy.”

“I thought she would be proud of him. I am,” Robb replied defensively. 

“Proud that he’s leaving her?! How could she ever think that!” Lizzie burst out in shock.

“Innit obvious?” Theon had gotten involved. “He doesn’t know anything in the least about women!” He said it with a grin, voice dripping with innuendo.

“As if you know anything about women,” Jon murmured, so quietly that Lizzie was sure she was the only one who heard him.  

“At least I know how not to be a dick all the damn time! And I know that we’re on the tipping point of another war. If Father doesn’t go, he might not get the chance to stop it!” He said the final part with such nervous intensity that Theon seemed for a moment to forget that Robb had called him a dick only seconds earlier. He huffed in annoyance, and walked away. 

Suddenly, Uncle Ned appeared in the doorway and told them all to come inside. Catelyn looked grief-stricken as he told them he was leaving in the morning, and that Robb would be Lord of Winterfell until his return. Lizzie began to cry bitterly burying her face in her hands. Robb came forward and wrapped his arms around her, leaning his head against hers. Lizzie willingly accepted his embrace, practically collapsing into his arms and allowing him to maneuver her to sit on one of the chairs. Lizzie could hardly hear any of what the rest of them were saying, the sound of her own sobs rang so loudly in her ears. She tried to look at Uncle Ned, and store his stern countenance in her mind, but tears blurred her sight, causing her surroundings to dissolve in a haze of droplets. Lizzie did not know how long she sat there, only that eventually someone lifted her from the chair like a small child and carried her some distance. She was asleep before arriving at her carrier’s destination.

Before dawn the next morning, Lizzie could hear the sounds of activity coming from her Aunt and Uncle’s room beside hers. She sat up groggily and shuffled in her nightshift to the door. She watched through the crack of her door as her uncle left the room, walking down the hallway leaning halfway on his cane, and then tiptoed out. He didn’t seem to notice as she followed him like a shadow, barefoot and half-asleep. However, as he neared the top of the staircase, he turned around, and held out his arms. Lizzie ran to him, hugging him so tightly that her whole body was shaking. 

“I’ll miss you Uncle. I love you.” She choked out the words. 

“I love you too Liz. Be good, be strong.” 

He slowly led her back to bed and pulled the wool and fur blankets over her shivering form. He kissed her forehead and gently patted her hair. 

“You needn’t worry Liz. I’ll be back before you know it. Listen to your Auntie, and be kind to your cousins for me, won’t you?”

She nodded slowly. 

“Good. I know you’ll be just as wonderful as you always are.” He pressed a kiss to her hair, and slowly stood, smiling down at her one last time. And then he straightened, turned, and strode out the door.