name jael velaryon age forty-three hometown driftmark gender cis male pronouns he/him sexuality pansexual traits bold, sincere, daring, proud, tactless, impulsive standing knight loyalty house targaryen, house velaryon role lord commander of the kingsguard, cousin to the lord of driftmark

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tldr. wayward in his youth and once unworthy of the white cloak, he grew older and grew around his oath, embracing it like a tree encasing a foreign body. in the aftermath, he concerns himself with securing the royal family, investigating the fire, and upholding his vow to protect the king. now that the very place he chooses to stand bears weight, he’s been forced into politics. (the truth is simple to him: the child of the last king is the new king. but the road to preserving the truth, he can see, will be thorny and lined with vipers. begrudingly, he plays the game.) he observes his family’s situation, watchful of vultures.

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family. his parents are unambitious and indulgent. the spare of the great house velaryon has nothing to gain but nothing to prove, so what she teaches her only son is this: do the bare minimum, but do not do less than that. out of sheer luck, because of where you were born, you won’t need to do much good to be great.

youth. he’s a strong, sharp kid, who could be great, but he doesn’t do much good. (just like his mother, they say, who could’ve been a great courtesan if not for her own youth’s troubled ways.) he spends his early years bent on vices, drinking and whoring, for no other reason than that he wants to and that he can. his parents lose control over a son who seems to refuse every effort to understand the politics of legacy and the intricacies of nobility. the threat of the wall looms large.

knighthood. he takes his name too far into troubled waters. he’s given a choice: fuck off to castle black or wear the white cloak. he gets his shit together long enough for everyone to figure out that he’s a strong fighter, with a sharp mind, and a better soldier on land than he could ever be a captain at sea. he’s gifted horses instead of ships, swords instead of tridents. though he starts late, still squiring in his early twenties, he’s knighted swiftly and shipped off to king’s landing for good.

the kingsguard. after a few years in the keep and some acts of bravery some call radical and others call typical for a son of the sea, he dons the white cloak. he doesn’t deserve it or he had everything to lose or he had nothing back home or he was some royal’s close friend or he was always a nobody. his character is forever in question. the one thing no one can doubt is his ability.

red, white, gold. his parents are long gone—terrible accident out at sea—but they might be pleased to know that king’s landing has forced their son to submit to the intricacies of titled life. he keeps to the night and the shadows now, watchful of the eyes about, careful of mouths. amid a sea of chased skirts, he falls in love. red on white. his parents might be pleased to know their son was forced to grow up.

green. on the day of the fire, the king extended his service to (tba). they saw the fire from beyond the gates of the city and raced off swiftly. the smell of smoke reached far past the crownlands. his quick thinking landed them at dragonstone before the others. there, he was given his title.

yellow. he hasn’t had a wink of sleep since the fire. plate full with recommending new members of the guard, training them, keeping them in line. securing the remnants of the royal family, attending meetings of the small council. watching where he stands. wading through ashes, investigating the fire. swatting at vultures. body pulled in ten different directions—is this how it feels to burn?

silver. his last name is the last thing he owns. though he made a vow not to covet, he does. he watches his family’s situation, determined to keep his blood on the wooden throne.

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connections.

royal or noble he was escorting when the fire blazed. the king extended his kingsguard’s service to this person that day for some reason—maybe a reason as simple as a stroll on the beach. they were far enough from the fire that they could outrun it. they immediately raced to dragonstone in the days that followed.

cousin. i haven’t decided what family his father comes from so this is open to anyone. his father and one of their parents are siblings.

if you want your character to have had improper relations with a kingsguard about a decade or so ago this is your guy.

mentor. i was thinking this could be the capt of the kingsguard who passed but i don’t mind opening it to someone still living. this person basically forced him to grow up. they’re skilled and he looks up to them. he responds to tough love so they have to have the capacity for that. personality will have to be something like not conniving at all, not into paltry gossip, not petty, not social climbing, very true to themself but a lot more disciplined than him, a lay it all out on the table leave it all out on the field kind of person who’s been through a lot. they’re his compass, so to speak.

kingsguard members come to papa

BASIC    INFORMATION   .

full name    maegelle celtigar title(s)    lady of claw isle, lady of stonehelm (formerly) age    thirty - four birthdate    the third day of the fifth moon, 326 ac orientation    bisexual religion    the faith of the seven languages spoken    the common tongue, high valyrian allegiance    house celtigar

      FAMILY    INFORMATION   .

father  mother    siblings  lady aelina velaryon, lord utp celtigar relatives    lady melinsa celtigar (good sister) marital status  widowed issue    lord eoin swann, lady rhaena swann and lady alyssa swann

     PERSONALITY    TYPE   .

moral alignment    lawful good positives    cunning, charismatic, diplomatic, adaptable, resilient negatives    vain, domineering, inflexible, resentful pass times    embroidery, horse riding, writing (dabbles in poetry and no she's not sharing) wields  is a decently skilled archer

      PHYSICAL    ATTRIBUTES   .

height  five foot five, 167 cm build   slender hair  auburn, grown down to mid back eyes   one eye is lilac and the other is blue notable features   heterochromia, a crescent moon birthmark on her right breastbone wardrobe    styled in valyrian fashion and prefers pastel with a fondness for blues and purples face    lotte verbeek

      BACK    STORY   .

born the first daughter to the ruling couple of house celtigar, maegelle led a rather solitary childhood, as several years separated her from her brother, and, without the burden of heredity on her shoulders, she enjoyed far more freedom than he did. from a young age she learned to master what would make her the perfect lady and one day the perfect wife. it helped matters greatly that she genuinely enjoyed ladylike pastimes and had no greater ambition than to one day make a match that would bring honor to her house.

come her fourteenth nameday she was sent to foster with house swann in the stormlands and it was there that she would eventually meet the boy who would become her husband, lord kieran swann. it was far from love at first sight as maegelle had long decided that love needed not be a requirement to a happy marriage and the two spent most time arguing when in each other's presence. still she found that he challenged her in ways she hadn't been before. by the time she had turned twenty the two were the best of friends and although she would return often to claw isle, the stormlands had become a second home to her and when his proposal came she accepted it immediately.

the two fell in love or perhaps had already been so over the course of their long friendship and maegelle expected the next steps should come easily, easier to her than most as her years as a ward in stonehelm meant she was well acquainted and well loved by the staff as well as her husband's relatives. trouble began rearing its head when time to conceive an heir came. her own mother having borne three children, maegelle expected she'd be with child within the first year of her marriage perhaps, the second.

her womb instead remained empty for five long years and when she did fall pregnant it was with a child she lost within the first few moons. the second time she carried to term only for the babe to be born a stillborn. it was only when she turned twenty-eight that she finally fell pregnant for the third time with triplets. the birth was arduous but in the end when she held her three healthy babies in her arms she felt the gods had rewarded her for all her patience. she'd felt her faith falter over the years as though she'd been punished for some perceived wrongdoing with the thing she wanted most kept forever out of reach.

connie was always one step behind the rest of ambridge. the constant motion of the town circled around her

she was never going to be the leader of the pack, she knew that from a very young age and was content to stay back in the shadows while others led

but her parent’s weren’t happy with this, no daughter of theirs would sit on the sidelines and so throughout her childhood she was pushed to the brink of success

connie spent her hours overworked and exhausted and fearing she’d never be good enough for her parents 

so she did what she does best, she ran away finding a college in new york city

college was a welcome escape, against her parents wishes she majored in painting and printmaking and found herself in art and its history. she took an apprenticeship with a local art conservator and found her life’s work

it was calming, restoring things to their original glory and ensuring they would live on for decades to come

it had the added benefit of minuscule social interaction, connie was and is notably shy and introverted 

she returned to ambridge and opened up her own studio 

she never adopted the glitz and glamour of the zhang wealth, in fact she found herself to be wholly boring 

which is why the prospect of a relationship was so exciting to her, to feel wanted was an entirely new concept and it was thrilling 

she dated alex delgado for 2 years before they got engaged, and on the day when she thought she could finally cement her self worth with a marriage she was left at the altar 

devastated, connie moved back to new york and only recently returned to ambridge on her parent’s wishes 

STATISTICS

BASICS

FULL NAME: hana melanie ainsworth NICKNAME(S): han  AGE: 21 DATE OF BIRTH: 26 may  ZODIAC SIGN: gemini PLACE OF BIRTH: boston, ma ETHNICITY: african american / korean  NATIONALITY: canadian-american GENDER: cismale SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic RELIGION: none OCCUPATION: student  LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english  ACCENT: none

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: sydney park HAIR COLOR: brown EYE COLOR: brown HEIGHT: 5′3″ WEIGHT: 110 lbs BUILD: skinny TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: ear DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: hair and nose 

PERSONALITY

LABEL: the innocent  POSITIVE TRAITS: sensitive, reliable, kind   NEGATIVE TRAITS: shy, absentminded, irrational GOALS/DESIRES: being happy  FEARS: spiders  HOBBIES: music, stargazing QUIRKS: she’s always listening to music LIKES: will pretty much give anything a try, but doesn’t like alcohol  DISLIKES: feeling alone 

FAMILY

FATHER: tbd  MOTHER: tbd  SIBLING(S): liam, cordelia, jennifer, elena,  PET(S): she has a fish named glup  FINANCIAL STATUS: wealthy

BIOGRAPHY / TW: teen pregnancy 

- hana doesn’t remember her parents. she was given up for adoption when she was born because her mom and dad were 17 and they didn’t want to “give up their futures” so they put her up for adoption. which was fine because neither of their parents wanted to deal with helping to raise a baby anyway. 

- she was about 8 months old when the ainsworth’s adopted her, so she really doesn’t have a bad childhood or anything before her adoption. but like surprisingly, hana grew up trusting people. despite hearing all the family feud stuff, she kind of ignored it and found herself listening, but not really taking in the information. she was just a happy go lucky baby girl.

- she’s not that spoiled. hana has a thing about the planet and recycles and also tends to go to environmental protests. she doesn’t really do much that’s considered inside the mold, trying not to stand out, however also not being the same as everyone else.

- school was difficult for her because she kind of just... wanted to do her own thing. when she was supposed to be doing math, she was reading, when she was supposed to be reading, she was doing science. hana never followed along with everyone else. she got in trouble for that a lot. it wasn’t until she was in middle school when they finally figured out she has dyslexia and adhd. 

trigger warnings: death

father started the vaux/ambridge network (VAN) when he was younger and raised it into a success

it’s one of the most popular networks in town, providing a multitude of different forms of news and entertainment by now

most notably though they exploit the family feud for their own profit, being “neutral” so as to let the families fight over airtime and ads etc 

audrey idolized her father growing up in ambridge, and became his unofficial protege 

her brother didn’t really...like him as much as she did lol

their parents divorced when audrey was in college (studying communications in boston)

their mother moved away from ambridge, but the siblings stayed

in the beginning of 2019, audrey’s father passed away due to complications of a stroke, leaving the network to her

since they were close it hit her hard, but it became easier to live with as the months went by

audrey has no plans to change the network; it still operates by exploiting the feud, and she’s well aware of this (to the very vocal dismay of her brother)

she’s not evil or anything just kinda sneaky lol but she’s easy to befriend if you don’t have a problem with her!

trigger warnings: bullying, transphobia

born and raised in ambridge

always knew she was different from other kids but never fully understood it until her teens

was bullied a lot in middle & high school, at the start because being small made her an easy target; later because being different made her an easy target

she took to the internet to seek friendships and found people with similar experiences to her, building a support network there while self-isolating herself at school (save for the few extracurricular activities she managed to cling to)

the johnson parents tried to groom their children into presents to eventually be offered the ainsworths, but for norah it never really worked, as her parents always treated her like the odd one out, the problem that needed fixing and constant monitoring, turning her off from the family feud as a whole (which she’s nowadays very very against)

the only person who ever really supported her wholeheartedly was her grandmother, her father’s mother -- she was the one who prevented norah’s parents from doing too much damage to her, and when norah was 17 she even financed the girl’s transition

norah’s parents weren’t happy about it, but mostly for the sake of appearances -- they’d always loved the drama of the feuding families, just never having liked the drama to be their own. they considered norah’s “situation” (as they called it) to be that kind of unwanted drama

they were very happy when she chose to attend college in san francisco, studying politics there from 2014 to may 2018, which was when she moved back to ambridge to start her internship at the mayor’s office

the internship became another shield from her parents, as the mayor’s office were more than happy to welcome her to their ranks without prejudice -- and norah’s parents didn’t dare raise an issue with that

they’re on lukewarm terms at best, norah’s parents only now starting to come to terms with their daughter

norah wants to make a change in the world, and in ambridge specifically -- and she believes it’s more than possible. if her grandmother could find it in herself to be tolerant and accepting, other people can too

that said she’s...also a bit of a goody two shoes lol 

(tw; hypersexuality, mentions of abuse) 

jenny never knew her parents. she grew up in foster care, moving from home to home, some better than others, some lasting longer than others 

she doesn’t remember a lot of it and never thought of it as incredibly abnormal until she found relative stability with the Ainsworths when she was about 8. 

she was extremely untrusting when she first arrived there and would frequently act out

this behavior has carried over through her teen years to adulthood where she still acts out for attention 

she had a lot of fear growing up that the Ainsworths would realize they made a mistake and send her back away and she would frequently test that, always pushing her family away to see if it would stick

she does this in all relationships 

she can be a bit selfish, does what she wants when she wants with little thought of consequences and rarely puts herself out. if she doesn’t want to do it, it’s not getting done

she doesn’t have a real job because she doesn’t like to work, so she found a way to make money through instagramming and vlogging about her luxurious lifestyle

she has bad anxiety that she self medicates with partying and sex. especially sex 

her early childhood trauma has resulted in what her therapist refers to as hypersexuality, though she has since learned to play the role of perfect patient and keep most of those experiences to herself. she doesn’t want to get better and doesn’t know who she is without her sexuality

sex is how she feels validated, how she gets attention and she can be very compulsive, impulsive, obsessive and reckless about it

on the surface jenny is a fun-loving girl who knows how to have a good time, she cracks jokes, flirts, takes you to the best parties in town and surrounds you with the coolest people. she’s fun to hang out with, gossip with, work out with, party with. 

but beneath the surface she’s incredibly insecure, selfish, compulsive, naive in some ways, and needy. she’s not who you would call when you’re in a bind and need help. odds are she’s in a bigger bind, already calling you. 

i. statistics

full name: ireshi stark nee bolton. nicknames: none. titles: formerly lady of winterfell, lady bolton. age: thirty two. date of birth: 11th day of the 11th moon ( november 11 ). place of birth: the dreadfort, the north, westeros. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her. sexual orientation: bisexual. affiliations: house bolton, house stark.

faceclaim: davika hoorne. hair color: black. hair style: worn up in a bun with a pin or down in loose waves. eye color: dark grey, almost black in appearance. height: 5'9". body modifications: ears pierced. clothing style: often favors neutral tones or a deep red, somewhat form-fitting. signature scent: lavender and vanilla - floral and warm.

positive traits: confident, dutiful, meticulous. negative traits: malicious, scheming, argumentative. zodiac sign: scorpio. moral alignment: chaotic evil.

mother: lady bolton ✞︎. father: lord bolton ✞︎. siblings: liege bolton, liege bolton nee utp, liege bolton, liege bolton. significant other: lord torrhen stark ✞︎. issue: lady intira stark ✞︎, lord eddard stark ✞︎. others: lady annaya stark, lord edric stark, liege stark, lady wylla stark. pets: none.

ii. background ( tw for death, death of a spouse, child death, thoughts of violence against animals )

Your house is an ancient one, one with a long and bloody history. You are a daughter of Red Kings, though the title is more legend than fact at present. Born in the dead of night during a harsh winter, your screams are not the only to echo in the Dreadfort, but they are the most important. There is the heir, and now there is the spare.

A daughter, a bargaining chip, a blade to be sharpened so that it would be useful. And you are sharpened, as every child must be, as a child of House Bolton must be. Your education is thorough, both on battlefield and off. You are taught governance, history, politics, as well as the sword, axe, and bow. You are taught to sing, dance, and needlework, as well as battle strategy. You are taught in an art that is outwardly forbidden, but very much still practiced.

You are an exemplary daughter, a terror wrapped in fine clothing, smiles always too wide, pearly white teeth too sharp. Is it any wonder that the wolves of House Stark would keep too close an eye on yours? Perhaps, but perhaps not. The descendants of the Kings in the North and the descendants of the Red Kings had long been enemies, even when they became allies. But what happened next was a moment in history.

You are betrothed to Torrhen Stark. With any other house, this would not be shocking, as House Stark has had marriages between itself and its vassal houses before. But not House Bolton, never House Bolton. What was going though your father's head when Lord Stark discussed this arrangement, you will never know. You do not ask, for you are too busy seething. Of all the Stark siblings, the eldest had perhaps been the one to grate on your nerves the most.

The arguments that sprung up between the two of you could draw blood, were you fighting with more than words. Yet it was not enough to cause either of you to call for an end of the betrothal; in fact, you often joined forces with him should either of your lord fathers bring it up in discussion. Ancient blood called to ancient blood, in a dance that only the two of you understood. Your wedding night is a brawl, and every night after. You do not want love, cannot fathom the idea of it. But you bleed and in the drops that fall is that elusive emotion that drives men mad.

It is a sorrowful day when your husband becomes Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. It is a momentous day when some weeks later, you announce your pregnancy. Your daughter is born first; she who is two ancient bloodlines once enemies now bound as one, heir to Winterfell. She is both strong and sweet, all of the good in her parents and none of the bad. Her brother follows two years later, a clone of his father. You love them fiercely, your pups. You ensure the best education for them both, for the day that they accompany their father to King's Landing.

In retrospect, you wish that you had forbid it. Had used your temper to keep your babes near, with you where they would be safe. But Intira had been traveling with her father to King's Landing for part of the year since her sixth nameday, and you had already agreed to keep Eddard back a year. It should have been fine, it was supposed to be fine. But the gods, ever cruel, take away your sun and your world. You want to wring the neck of the raven that carries the letter, but you don't. You hand the letter over to your nearest good-sibling and flee to your chambers.

Your grief is raw and biting. You are a widow, and you are a mother with no children. You have nothing to remember your husband by, and the very sight of your children's belongings sends you into a horrid spiral. And in all that, you are forced to take charge. Your good-sister proves weak in your eyes, refusing her birthright at every turn. Your grief turns to anger, and in that anger you find purpose. You are a Stark by marriage, but your blood is Bolton blood. And you would turn to your maiden House's ancient practice to get the answers for why your universe has been taken from you, no matter the cost.

iii. connections

lord torrhen stark: ireshi's late husband, and the father of her deceased children. lady annaya stark: ireshi's good sister, and the rightful liege of winterfell and warden of the north. lord edric stark: ireshi's good brother and annaya's twin. liege stark: ireshi's good sibling. lady wylla stark: ireshi's good sister, the youngest of the stark clan.