・₊✧ basic information.

official  name:  robyn bolton.  noble  title:  liege of the dreadfort.  date  of  birth:  22nd august.  age:  28.  birthplace:  the dreafort, the north.  home:  the dreafort.  culture:  northern.  gender:  non-binary.  pronouns:  they/them.  orientation:  pansexual.  languages:  the common tongue.  accent:  northern. religion: old gods.

・₊✧ physical information.

faceclaim:  emma d'arcy.  ethnicity:  white.  hair: blonde.  eyes:  blue.  height:  5'6".  scent:   vanilla and mint leaves.  dominant  hand:  right.  clothing  style:  typical high born dresses, usually in red and black to honour their house.

・₊✧ personality.

label: the knave.   mbti:   estj.   enneagram:   1w2 ; the activist.   element:   fire.   star   sign:   leo.   temperament: choleric - melancholic.  character   inspirations:   arlecchino (genshin impact), raven (honkai impact 3rd), suì-fēng (bleach), lestat de lioncourt (interview with the vampire). deadly   sin:   pride.   heavenly   virtue:   patience. 

・₊✧ drives

hobbies:  archery, reading.  alliance:  the north.  personal goals:  to protect their family and house, to gain more power in the north.  would they choose family or power?  power for their family.

・₊✧ the story...

you never cared for the antics between southern houses, the vast snowy plains of the north is where your ambitions lie. they say the north remembers, and you certainly do not forget. while whispers amongst you reach far out to the seas of dragonstone, you turn further north still, glaring at the one house that refuses to move.

but when the whispers vanish and it's just you, your heart belongs to your family, if not for ambition then out of pure love and loyalty - fierce loyalty. they say if one dares to even look at your siblings the wrong way, your bite is harsher than the direwolves of house stark.

you have always been a strange person, even as a babe you cried little. you began to talk as everyone else did, but spoke little by choice, instead your attention was on books and old raven scrolls. you yearned to absorb information. you'd face many scoldings at the dinner table for eating with your nose in a book. nothing else could capture your attention or interest quite like a book could. your parents and septas alike tried to shift your eyes - horse riding, stitching, archery. though you were decent and all three, and archery could get you to put down a book for a few hours... you felt unfulfilled.

and though you were quiet, you were not shy. prone to snapping at anyone who would oppose you, throwing fits whenever a book was taken away. you would snarl and snap at anyone who dared to say the wrong thing about you, and even mores so your siblings.

only a year younger than your brother, you spent a good four years behind him, though you'd return home with more scrapes and bruises, or mud on your face than he. but it was when your little sister was born did you change somewhat. you spent hours near her crib, watching the tiny babe sleep, watching as she was fed. there was a time you had to be dragged away, kicking and screaming. a four year old so devout and protective was unseen, unheard of.

little has changed now that you are older, you are still devout to your family, still seen little on horse back and more entwined in books. less tantrums, of course. and you seem content to leave your siblings side - only when they call, are you there. hard to approach, still. you keep your thoughts and ambitions close to yourself.