#gombio

“You must think that I'm crazy You wanna replace me? Baby, there's N-n-n-n-n-n-no way You made me a wife, so I'll be queen 'til the end of my life N-n-n-n-n-n-no way.”  -Catherine of Aragon, SIX: The Musical

NAME: Lady Aquata Blackwell TITLE: The Lion Queen, The Desert Flower,  HOUSE: House Drakken, formerly House Thorne OCCUPATION: Lady  ALLIANCES: Simba, House Drakken, House Thorne (to an extent... mostly just her sisters there) BIOGRAPHY: 

From a minor house in The Reach, Aquata knew it was her job to marry up. She struggled finding a match, at first-- she was abrasive and openly mercenary and despised the silly games that courtesans had to play to secure their matches. 

Simba Blackwell was a breath of fresh air. He wore his ambitions openly, and Aquata liked that about him. She wasn’t in love, but she didn’t have to be. All she needed was power. And while some might have scorned Simba’s assertion that he was the rightful heir of the Blackwells, Aquata saw it as an opportunity. You had to be bold to win the Iron Throne, after all. Aquata couldn’t stand any of these simpering, social-climbing lords and ladies. She wanted to align herself with someone who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

Lately, however, she’s beginning to worry about whether her place by his side is so secure, after all. She wouldn’t mind if he began to stray emotionally, but she fought hard for her title. She is beginning to realize how much of a gamble it is, aligning herself with Simba: he will do anything to seize power, and what if he decides she isn’t useful for that end any longer?

“Reality is a fragile thing.” -Dustfinger, Inkheart

NAME: Phineas AGE: 19 TITLE: Fantastic Phineas, Quickfinger, Tavern Boy HOUSE: Knightley None OCCUPATION: Mummer WEAPON OF CHOICE: Balls, clubs, scarves, sometimes fire!  ALLIANCES: His brother, Ferb

BIOGRAPHY: (TW death)

The family Phineas Flynn was born into doesn’t matter. They were poor nobodies, and they were swept away by the plague like the rest of his town when he was barely old enough to write his own name. Phineas has only the vaguest memory of watching the coroner haul them away. There was no funeral.

He found himself on the doorstep of a tavern in Kings Landing, where the proprietor allowed him a bed and a warm meal and an opportunity to earn his keep. It was at this tavern that Phineas met Ferb, another orphan with no family to call his own. In time, though the tavern owner revealed herself to be cruel and unkind, and Phineas had much bigger dreams than the tavern anyway.

He began to plan his escape. By candlelight, after the last patron had left (or fallen asleep by the fire) Phineas and Ferb learned juggling. They started with small pieces of cloth and moved onto goblets and silverware and whatever else they could find. They stole what they could and dressed themselves in the brightest colors they could find, and then, one day, they disappeared into the night and left the tavern behind for the last time.

Now, life is much better as a mummer. Phineas gets to keep the money he earns, and sometimes he can even talk his way into getting more of it. He likes the way his performances make people forget about their problems and transport them to a world where everything is bright and the most terrifying thought is a ball hitting the floor. Ferb is his family, the world is his audience, and that is all that matters.

And being a mummer means he has access to a lot of places he didn’t have before. He can steal from a noble. He can charm his way into a delicious meal. And while he stays out of their conflicts, he doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty... if the price is right.