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I. STATS

FULL NAME : nyx tyrell nee westerling

TITLES :  ruling lady of house tyrell (current), princess stark in the north (former), ruling lady of lannisport (former), ruling lady of house royce (former), rulling lady of house saltcliffe (former), ruling lady of house tully (former), lady of house westerling (former).

BIRTHPLACE : the crag, the westerlands

AGE : thirty

MARITAL STATUS : married

LANGUAGES : the common tongue, the old tongue

DYNASTY / HOUSE: westerling

MOTHER & FATHER : late ruling lord and lady of the crag

SUCCESSION ORDER : fifth

ISSUE : lady gaia saltcliffe (9), lady calypso royce (7), lady pandora lannister (5), lady hera lannister (4), princess artemis stark (2), princess athena stark (2)

OTHER : too many nieces and nephews to name.

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION : faith of the seven, none.

ORIENTATION : bisexual

PERSONALITY TYPE :  entj-t, the commander

VICES : calculative, merciless, unforgiving, cunning

VIRTUES : persuasive, intelligent, resourceful, attentive

FACECLAIM : genevieve gaunt

HEIGHT : 5′5 (160 cm )

RECOGNISABLE FEATURES : doe eyes, full lips, porcelain skin.

II. BACKSTORY

second to last youngest westerling daughter, another pawn of her family’s skims, she does as she is ordered and expected of her, but hates every second of it. definitely a loose canon however, she can be irrational when overtaken by rage and bitterness, soul reason she has taken it into her own hands to get rid of her husbands when she no longer sees the use for them. has been married six times, widowed five. during her time in the iron islands she used the wealth of the house to bring over a woman of essos whom she disguised as tudor/governess for her girls, however she was a red priest whom she hired to teach her magic all of all sorts. magic she never intended to use for the greater good, but for her own personal evil. she now is quite proficient in the use of blood magic. after many marriages, and all her husband's mysteriously dying rumors began that she was a witch, or simply a red widow.

III. PREVIOUS MARRIAGES

HOUSE TULLY: she was first  married to the former lord tully whom was much too old for her, she kept the man drunk or drugged but away from her and the marital bed. he never touched her. with this and by result never had a child. he passed away, assumed by a heart attack, killed by her hand. she would’ve been 19 when she married him, 20 when she became a widow.

HOUSE SALTCLIFFE: thinking of having allies in the islands, she was then married off to lord saltcliffe. they argued often and could not find a way to get along for longer than a couple of minutes, to this add the iron born believes of treating her like a salt wife and not entirely a rock wife because of her origin in the main land eventually drove her mad with rage and her husband was presumed lost at sea. something she arranged. they had a daughter who is 9, wishes for her daughter to not be raised in the iron way nor inherit anything from the satcliffe house. she was 21 when she married, widowed at 23

HOUSE ROYCE: married to the former ruling lord not long after being a widow, she had no complaints of the man, he was kind, she simply hated being so secluded from people in the gates of the moon. took matters into her own hands after finding herself with child. unfortunately she was overconfident that she would have a son, she gave birth to a daughter again, no heir. she is now 7. married at 23 widowed at 24.

HOUSE LANNISTER OF LANNISPORT:  the widow of lucien they fathered two little girls together who are 5 and 4 now. she may or may not be the  one that killed him, their marriage was rocky, they both cheated and were aware of it, the fights were endless.. married at 25 widowed at 27.

HOUSE STARK: married to prince robert stark out of convenience but ends up falling in love with him. this is the only marriage she had actually agreed with as she had fallen in love with him, only for him to be killed not by her hand either. is still enraged about the whole ordeal. absolutely hates the forresters, could probs have something to do with audens death. they fathered twin girls who are now 2. married at 28, widow at 30.

i  –––––  general

name  :  selina targaryen née baratheon

nicknames  :  lina ( to family and friends )

alias  :  the storm’s fury, queen of the people

alliance  : targaryen, baratheon

titles  :  queen of the southern kingdom, lady of storm’s end ( formerly )

marital status  :  married

children  : nelaena (10), cassandra (7), draemon (3), raenys (newborn)

ii ––––– personal

sexual  orientation  :  bisexual

romantic  orientation  :  demiromantic

moral  alignment  :  chaotic good

sins  : lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / wrath / pride / envy

virtues  : chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / patience / kindness /  humility

iii ––––– biography

her life was chosen for her, that’s how it always seemed to go for selina. born from a barely respected vassal house in the stormlands, when selina was first born no one thought she was born for any sort of greatness. she was born on a regular stormy day, wailing and wailing that wouldn’t stop, always one to make herself heard even as an infant.

her birth parents fell on hard times in their lands, already the lowest of the noble houses in the stormlands and barely respected. they knew that the baratheons had extreme trouble conceiving children after their first born son, and so, selina was given to them for adoption in payment of their taxes, only six months old and no memory of the life she may have had if her birth parents had been smarter, wiser when it came to finances. a few years later, her brother followed.

much was expected of her. to learn the hymns, the dances, to have perfect stitches when she was sewing. her parents seemed to think that she needed to be the perfect jewel of storm’s end, a girl who would laugh and smile, hoping that she would become the queen of love and beauty at some tourney. 

selina shared no such ambitions. she would sneak into the kitchen’s with the cooks and learn how to make bread and cakes. she’d wander to the stable’s and sweet talk the stable hand into taking her out for a ride despite the fact that her mother was looking all over storm’s end for her. she climbed trees, tried her hand at her father’s archery set, and even snuck off to the shores with some friends for nude swims late at night, daring each other to dip into freezing water.

she was as wild as the wind blew and was hardly subtle about such a fact, either. much of the stormlands knew of her behaviour, and especially of how sharp her tongue could be. it got her into countless arguments with her parents, with them always wanting to mould her into what they wanted and her pushing against their restraints, yearning for freedom.

she’d hoped that given she had brothers, they were the ones that would have to endure political marriages, that perhaps she would be spared of that at the very least. she hoped that tales of her being wild and unruly, not the perfect lady her parents presented her as, would spread around. unluckily for her, her parents were always good at charming people into believing what they wanted.

as she grew older, a match to the future king was arranged and selina knew with absolute certainty that there was no getting out of it. she pleaded with her father not to make her marry, hoping that because he was far softer for her than her mother, then perhaps she could appeal to him. her father merely told her that an opportunity for their house and their lands would never come along again.

a pawn in the game, that’s all she seemed to be to all those around her. she was a pretty thing to be used and looked at, the vessel that would bring house baratheon back to the throne, nothing more. even as she exchanged letters back and forth with her betrothed, she couldn’t help but feel like despite her easy grins, sharp tongue and daring actions, she would only ever be seen as a prospect. 

becoming a princess upon marriage was nothing that selina wanted. she’d wanted freedom and adventure, only to find herself stuck in a gilded cage. it was no real consolation to her that her new husband hadn’t wanted this match either.

to the public, she played the part that she was forced into. she’d always had a soft spot for children, so she busied herself with taking care of the orphanages in king’s landing, as well as sending food to flea bottom. she gained the people’s love with ease, often walking among the smallfolk and singing to them in the streets. they called her the queen of the people despite the fact that she didn’t hold such a title yet.

in the castle, it was a different matter. she held resentment for being forced into a life she didn’t want and so, she didn’t spend much time with her new family in those early years. she’d spend time with her handmaidens instead of her husband. addressing her was usually met with snark and indifference, and she rarely treated her husband as such unless they were under the public eye.

time changed her. while decisions that were out of her control put her in this position, she was tired of letting such a fact define her. she grew enamoured with the workings of the capital, learning what motivated the people here. she grew sharper, as sharp as the tongue she’d used as a weapon since childhood. she formed her own connections, bringing ladies into her service that she either trusted or had blackmailed into being there to spy for her. 

she worried that that apparent baratheon curse of infertility would still pass to her despite her adoption, and she was more than pleased when children quickened easily in her womb. the first month nelaena was born, she barely spent five minutes away from her, entirely enamoured with her daughter.

she fell in love too, despite never thinking she could. her heart softened a little bit more every year for her husband until finally, she could admit to herself that she saw him as something other than just the man she was forced to wed. that and she may have had a few people exiled Simply for flirting with him, though she will forever deny that. 

she became more involved with the care of the realm as time went on. she refused to be just the pretty princess, an accessory to her husband. she wanted to be worthy of the title of queen when the time came. she laughed at balls with the other lords and ladies, made crude jokes that one would hardly expect of royalty. she dared to be more than a pretty thing, instead showing that wild side of her that she never should have tried to stifle upon getting married. she became known as the storm’s fury for the sharpness of her tongue now that she finally allowed her true self to shine through in the crownlands.

her children are the highlights of her life, and she’s sworn to herself that she would not be like her parents when it comes to them. 

she knows the whispers swirling around, the doubt that people hold for the targaryens. she knows that people have been questioning her husband as well as thinking that his brother would do a better job. in lina’s world, the only way that would happen is over her dead body.

iv ––––– tidbits

she’s decent at archery, though it’s a rarity that people get to see it. she’s often found down in the courtyard, bow in her hand shooting at targets. that being said, she usually only practices when she’s in a foul mood, so staying away from her whilst she’s holding a weapon would be smart.

has a very good singing voice! she loves singing for crowds, though she loves it the most going down to the city streets and singing for the people.

has her own little network of spies separate from the mistress of whispers, though this certainly isn’t well known. it’s hard for her to trust people in the capital because she thinks anyone without their own agenda is Stupid, and there’s not a lot of idiots at court.

INTERACTIONS | MUSINGS 

im gonna speed run this bio LETS GO SUMMARY: Artem is a Bad Man - an Evil Man. He killed his own wife and her lover after he caught them together in bed. Instead of being executed or sent to the Black, he was exiled because he is still a Targaryen, and Targaryen were so few in those days. He became a proficient sellsword, and later an even more proficient pirate. He has travelled as far as east of Qarth and is the captain of a fleet known as The Blackfyre (named aptly to spite his own family and those who wish him dead). He has been in exile for more than three decades now, and has been a pirate for the most of those years. His fleet raids the lands/islands along the Narrow Sea - very frequently Dorne, and most recently the North. Since Aerys and Lucaerys are dead now, he is hoping to come back from exile and appeal to the good nature of the new Queen Regent. He doesn’t care for the throne - he would sooner see it melted and turned to chamber pots than have anything else to do with it. He simply has unfinished business in the realm - matters close to his heart, you may say. BLACKFYRE ARC: Pentos, Tyrosh, Lys, and Volantis - the Free Cities are not free when they see The Blackfyre flag.  Artem has been a pirate for close to three decades now. He is one of the oldest and most respected men in the trade. Many fear The Blackfyre fleet for its brutal arduousness. They reach waters only mentioned in passing legends. The crew of The Blackfire are explorers first; pity how they have a fondness of exploring towns and cities with swords and violence at hand.

RAIDING ARC: Mouths need to be fed, and the Captain feeds them well. First they hit the Free Cities and take their exotics. When they’ve taken enough of such to no longer find them that exotic at all, Artem hits Westeros. Dorne is his favourite. They claim to be descendants of Queen Nymeria, a seafaring warrior, yet oft they let his sails hit them in the night. They have little trinkets that the rest of Westeros does not have, and what the other Great Houses lack, they always seek to claim. Much of Artem and The Blackfyre’s “operations” were raiding the seaside and riverside towns of Dorne. They are bold enough to oft drive inland and hit roads. Artem knows he has killed a noble here and there during such raids - those are always the most exciting (hehe, hi mors!!! @conqueredcrowns) . Though he has made enemies, he has also made acquaintances. Being friends with pirates is always lucrative business. 

WINTER FAMINE ARC: He’s never had much love for the North. It is ugly and barren and sparse. When the harsh winter hit them, he may have even felt sorry for them. A good man would sooner see trading opportunities to sell the North cheap grain. Artem is not a good man, and he has made himself rich by staying that way. He has an informant - a pretty little bird - that tells him when and where food and aid comes to the North. He raids those routes, take the bounty, and sell them back cheaper elsewhere. Artem may not be a good man, but he is a great man at what he does. (side note: Artem has his fleet doing the raiding in the North. He’s mainly been chilling and exploring shit idk)

CURRENT ARC: When cousin Aerys III exiled him, he was 21. His nephews and nieces were children and the Realm cowered at the Seat of the Dragon. When Aerys died, his nephew Lucaerys became king. Artem would have never known had Lucaerys  not wrote him that he is still exiled and is not welcome to return Westeros under his reign. Well, now, both are dead - and he is not. Artem has been back in Westeros just recently in hopes of being pardoned and removed from exile. He has great hate for his own house and wants nothing to do with them, such is his relief that the Queen Regent is no Targaryen but a Stag. 

BACKGROUND

INSPIRATIONS: euron greyjoy, a lil edward blackbeard from our flag means death, nigel from the necessary death of charlie countryman

artem is a cousin of king aerys from a minor targaryen family members, had a childhood fit for a targaryen. im pretty sure he was given a valyrian dagger or some shit for his 8th birthday - v age appropriate ofc

jousting? hell yeah!! fucking the blooming ladies of the realm?? fuck yEAH!! who wouldn’t wanna be with a targaryen lbr here. he was being seen as one of the great warriors at his prime, but no way in hell would he take the oath of the kingsguard. thats boring af

he ALMOST got that dragon sickness sexiness to him, but he aint really with a dragon so i suppose that just means he is sick

to get rid of him from the red keep, the was promised to marry the only child of the former ruling lord of rykker. he was supposed to tie them even more closer to the targaryens while his wife ruled and managed the house and its lands. great idea, 100% inspired - forcing artem to do smth he does want, what could possibly go wrong??

WELL, AS IT TURNS OUT, A LOT.  artem didn’t necessarily loved lady rykker, but they were MARRIED and they were supposed to br each others’. he learned how to love her and be loyal to her. artem is a scorpio: when he loves, its dangerous. so guess what happens when he comes to their bedroom to find his then-wife of 2 years in bed with another man.

MURDER TW / VIOLENCE TW artem killed them with his own hands. they soiled his bed, they soiled his name. he killed his wife first because he, at the very least, trusted her to be his wife. he made her lover watch - and then he killed half of her lover’s family and made him watch still. he killed his wife’s lover last: stake a valyrian steel rapier through the top his skull and then out through his throat. 

some more sensible men would say “ah, my mind just went blank and rage filled by sights” - oh, but not this man. he remembers it all. he remembers it so well that as soon as he was exiled by the king (ofc aerys wouldn’t actually punish him - there were so few targaryens in the world at the time. they couldn’t possibly risk executing artem or sending him to the wall) he had a skulled pierced with a sword tattooed on his left arm. he wears it with pride. (btw shoutout to akhil, his absolute bestie, for the design xoxo)

sooo there he was, just generally Bing Chilling in the free cities as a sellsword. i mean, he grew up in the red keep and was trained by westeros’ AND essos’ best - he made for a fine warrior. once he started earning more than he can spend on whores and drink, he bought himself a ship - THE BLACKFYRE

how mental is this man to actually name a pirate ship after targaryen bastards exiled to essos and was the general cause of MANY deaths and rebellions back home? pretty mental AND METAL. see, artem, he’s not a good man. he’s petty and he is exacting. first thing he did once he got his ship? asked his bestie akhil to make them a flag that had the skull logo, sailed just by the coast of the crownlands in midday, and made sure that House Rykker sees him. man’s unhinged.

anywaaaay, thats his BG. now lets get to the juicy stuff

PERSONALITY: He’s a Scorpio, sorry.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

FUN FACT:

His two biggest crimes in Westeros are, of course, the murder charges AND the violation of Guest Right. Since he was under House Rykker’s lands and roof, having murdered a member of their family during his stay, he become known as god-spited. The Gods supposedly h8 him, who knows.  

He wears an eye patch over one eye after it was injured in a fight. He can still through both of his eyes, but his left eye has gotten very sensitive to light that it hurts him.

He has very dark purple eyes that almost look like black

His flag/sigil looks like this ( X ) - hot, we know (thank u akhil @crwyn​ <3)

He has about 5 ships in his fleet

His KD ratio is really good - seeing has he’s still alive and most ppl he’s fought have been RIP’d. 

CONNECTIONS: 

Someone who hates him, preferably related to House Rykker or a maritime House his fleet has invaded

Baddie Buddies - we’re bad and we’re good at it yay!

Former Lovers - he’s kind of a h0e, non-gender specific; he loves all

Essosi Connections (h0t & sexc)

​FULL NAME:     feng mormont.  NICKNAME(S):   the shadow.   AGE:    twenty eight,     month of birth not known as he was left at the doorstep of house mormont when he was roughly a year old.    AFFILIATIONS:   house mormont,  a retired group of mercenaries and sellswords of tyrosh previously known as the night travellers.   GENDER: cis-man.   PRONOUNS: he/him.   SEXUALITY:   heterosexual.        RESIDENCE:  he’s mostly on the road with hired assassin jobs,   but you can also find him in a small loft of the mormont castle.   OCCUPATION:     he’s a mercenary / assassin for hire.   while more skillfully trained than most mercenaries,  his price is much higher.   his kills are mostly the elite,  and some say members of some great houses are both his targets and his employers.   RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  single.      EDUCATION:      trained with mercenaries for fifteen years in tyrosh,  was originally sent there to train him only with trader services,  but he sided more on the side of the violent.   raised primarily in tyrosh,  he learned many languages and cultural customs.  CHILDREN:   none.   SKILLS: expert with knives,  daggers,  darts,  master swordsman,  expert horseback rider, master archer,  master of stealth and assassination, expert martial artist / hand-to-hand combat,  and highly strategic.      POSITIVES:     pragmatic,   meticulous,  observant,  protective,  and  disciplined.     NEGATIVES:    private,   reserved,  disloyal,  indifferent,  and  obsessive. TATTOOS:   multiples.   transcript of house mormont’s creed and alignment along his bicep,   knuckle tattoos with symbols for a bear and a sword.    SCARS:   a small gash on his left cheek from an old training session.   HEIGHT:   6′2.     ENNEAGRAM:    type six,   the skeptic.   MBTI:     ISTP,   the virtuoso.   INFLUENCES FOR THIS CHARACTER:    ubbe ragnarsson ( vikings ) , legolas ( lord of the rings ) , lu xin lee ( wu assassins ) ,  gaius chau ( into the badlands ) , grey worm ( a song of ice and fire ) , o-ren  ishii ( kill bill ) , and gale hawthorne ( the hunger games ) . 

  SOME BACKGROUND NOTES :   tw. child neglect,  child abandonment. 

I.     much of his familial background isn’t known,  but during a rainy night someone (presumably his parents) left him at the doorstep of the guard tower of mormont castle.   he was around one year old,  and seemed the perfect addition to an already growing ruling family.   he grew quite quickly,   and the elders looked on as he enjoyed his skills with wooden swords and archery,   favouring long blades in general.     eventually it was time to allow him more responsibility,    sending him to tyrosh with some trusted mormont swordsmen in order to spike a trade route specifically for house mormont.     the trade deal went sour,    but feng decided to stay in order to be fully trained as an assassin,     a mercenary,     and a man who might eventually find a place where he belongs.  leaving what was his home for thirteen years, he set out to become someone deadly.   arriving in tyrosh when he was thirteen and training for fifteen long years there.  he’s finally back on mormont land after so long,  eager to protect his family’s name and ready to fulfil some jobs he’s already been offered.

II.       his time in tyrosh was colourful,   to say the least.   most days were spent training underneath the hot sun,   while evenings were spent exploring the free city.   he began known as the shadow first in tyrosh,  as with any target he was given he was able to assassinate within the two day period he was given.   whether or not the target stayed with people,  or were alone,  there were never any witnesses,  or any sounds to convey his presence.  stealth and strategy were his most prominent gifts that he worked on,    swordsmanship, archery, and melee skills were crafted and perfected by the time he was twenty.  while he is present at most family meetings,  he remains in the background, happily so.  politics is not his speciality.

III.      loyalty is not necessarily a tool for him.  he’s loyal to house mormont and those they decide to align themselves with,  but that’s pretty much it.   employers are there for coin and gold,  the moment his task is fulfilled he will be indifferent once more.  there’s always a chain around his neck with a glass vile with sand from tyrosh. this is to remind himself, and others, that he will still have a family over in tyrosh,  even if they are only mercenaries and thieves. wanted connections would be: employers in high places,  perhaps,  or just mutual assassins.

IMPORTANT NOTE:     this is a man who has contracts all over,   not necessarily only operating for house mormont.  feel free to approach him with an offer or a target.     &.   he’s also just recently returned from tyrosh !!!  *   feng also has a semi-domesticated grizzly bear!! he saved him from a traveling act in tyrosh when he was a cub and now they are inseparable most times.  the large male grizzly,   also known as ‘fang’  can be found wandering around the nearest forest when feng is on a contract.   he is painted with the mormont sigil as to ward off any hunters in the area.  *

this is my cutest baby girl ever please love her

stats

name: merianne fayelina tyrell nee selmy

nicknames: meri, meribelle, pip

age: 33 (soon to be her name day)

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

faceclaim: golshifteh farahani

height: 5′3″

allegiance: house tyrell

standing: ruling lady

sexuality: heterosexual, but open to new experiences

relationship status: happily married (arranged marriage)

spouse: eldar tyrell

children: aemma tyrell (5) and eammon tyrell (2)

about

meri was always a proper lady. she wanted nothing more than to be a wife and a mother, to make her house proud by furthering their line and keeping a lovely house.

when she was thirteen, she was sent to be a ward of una baratheon, to be a lady in waiting and learn the proper way to conduct herself and run a house. she knew she would never run her own house, but her husbands, and wanted to learn as much as she could about other regions of westeros.

it was at a tournament that she caught eldar tyrell’s eye, dressed with beautiful red roses in her hair and a dress una had lent her in order to secure the match. it was an arranged marriage by all accounts, but she did feel attraction towards him.

their love grew slowly, blossoming as the bud of a rose might. what began as simple affection grew to be a deep understanding and love for one another that bore them two children: aemma and eammon. aemma and meri are eldar’s world, and eammon his little heir.

meri loves nothing more than being a dutiful wife. she governs the house well, supporting eldar in all of his endeavors and helping to build the reach into the best place for her people to live.

wanted

stats

name: kore elvan manwoody nee payne

nicknames: kore ( simply kore ) possible cute potential pet names her husband calls her tba )

age: 34 (soon to be her name day)

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

faceclaim: farah zeynep abdullah

height: 5′3″

allegiance: house manwoody, house martell ( house lannister, beesbury & payne as daven is her uncle by marriage to her aunt, payne and beesbury as they are actual blood )

standing: ruling lady

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: happily married with a paranour. ( married for 10+ years, paramour has recently joined them)

spouse: mors manwoody

paramour: argella selmy

children: none currently ( entered marriage not expecting them and to help mors raise his siblings with a motherly influence )

about

She had her mother's countenance, breath takingly beautiful, fragile and delicate but where she resembled her mother she was much her father's daughter. Such a face could pull angels from heaven and cause devils to tremble with weakness but she was deceptively strong. It may not have been great physical strength but it took courage to never compromise one's self. She was kind and that in itself was power. She was gentle and never harsh but that did not mean she had not edges to cut with or could not protect her own

Kore is the second born child of Lord Parzival Payne. She is her mother's only child as due to complications Lady Alara was determined she would not be able to have another. She has one older half brother from father's first marriage and two younger adopted siblings of her mothers choosing

The Paynes have control of a small gold mine as Pendric Hill is canonically an actual gold mine and since we have no idea where the Payne's actual keep was Eden has claimed this little slice in the name of House Payne for Podrick.

Kore's childhood up until the age of seven was mostly her scurrying around following after her elder brother and being dotted on by her mother and mother's family. She here was already learning to become who she would eventually be and the creature you see now. She never cared for fighting and there was an earnestness about her, a great compassion that spoke to the gentility of a true lady. Interested in people and particularly Uncle Daven's stories she lived between stories and small adventures in whatever interested her. It was mostly the stories the lannister lion told that caused a girl to dream of worlds beyond this place and to challenge life in the ways she could. To be frankly honest, Uncle Daven was always her most favorite relative even compared to her parents and even after her aunt passed he would remain so

Her younger adopted siblings would come around during this time, Tavion and Nesrin. Father would take some adjusting but for his wife he'd do anything and Lady Alara wanted more children and these two she would call her own. Father did tend lean towards more political and more traditionally manly pursuits and it would give her younger brother a harder time who was not that sort of man to pursue those endeavors and Kore to protect the boy even though father did love his adopted son quite a bit would do her best to engage in witty debates wit him showing her mental sharpness. With Nesrin the older daughter she would read to her and encourage her to be sharp like Uncle Daven encouraged a younger Kore to be and to never settle for anything less than she was worth.  She loves all her siblings fiercely and appreciates their unique personalities.

Kore is a wildly wonderful woman - an unexpected grace who is elegance personified as she flits from one room to another like the sun the world thrives upon. Her mind was sharp as any blade enough to never have need of one, full of witty retorts and the miraculous ability to hold a conversation with anyone from the lowliest one to even kings and understand each of them. She had shoulders to hold up the framework of the heavens and arms that feel like home. Most of all there was love enough to rebuild the walls and cause dead gardens to overflow with flowers to be a mother to the brother and sister of her husband. 

Kore was a luminary woman and frankly quite the prize for anyone who sought themselves a wife but Kore refused the men who came pandering and pining for her hand. If you watched her for just a moment, even fleeting you saw a gloriously elegant woman who was warm and witty, strong but never had to physically fight. You saw the best of them who hadn't a mean or evil bone in her body. You saw a woman who knew her worth and how to wage a war with words without ever shedding blood and hands that could pull the darkness into the light. Many men had come to seek her out and none of them ever suited her; none of them truly needed her beyond to be a pretty piece on their arm or a woman to provide him heirs. So when a Dornish lord traveled to do business with her father and met with his daughter, with Kore who helped him manage many of his affairs she'd already fallen in love. He was tall and stumbled over his words and made and awkward first impression but as he bumbled and mumbled Kore saw something. Perhaps it was a loose thread at the edge of a tunic, the curve of his jaw or the strength he projected without needing to say a thing had her ask herself who was there to take care of him - especially with all she'd heard about his many tragedies. It would be her small tragedy that when Mors Manwoody would leave that despite the time she tried getting close to him the dornish lord would leave without even a promise to write to her or that she would ever see him again.

When the first letter came Kore danced around the courtyard reading the words that while initially were not the most romantic pieces of sentence structure he'd written to her. Over the course of a year, a letter written every day without fail, sometimes two or three ravens a day she fell deeeply and madly in love with the man who needed her, is words seducing her heart and mind and hers confirming she felt the same in return. There were no lies, honesty was in every page and she would kiss these love notes as if they were Mor's lips, hold them to her heart and sigh longingly in the direction of his home. Good gods the hours she spent in the garden re-reading her letters imagining the words jumping off the page and Mor's presence there instead of pages that could not hold or kiss her it was a time to be alive. When he asked to marry her there was no question what her answer would be, no doubt that she wanted more than anything to be his wife.

Kore was more than well aware of what she was getting into knowing the challenges that were presented to anyone who thought to be his wife. Kore knew the sadness that ate at his bones, the darkness that trapped him and how gloomy hung over the heads of those that lived there. They had never met a sun like the celestial creature Kore was or could estimate how much she was willing to give to be the one who revived dying flames and brought new life into their home. Marrying Mor's meant become a motherly figure to his siblings and to put off being a mother to care for the family he already had and Kore like Uncle Daven had always told her never excepted anything less that what she was worth. It would be hard work yes but Kore knew in Mors she saw a man who would love her more than air itself, who would always care for her, who was a good man and would never diminish her or tell her how to be. He was a man's man but was unafraid of a woman who though delicate looking was just as strong and resiliant as he was. The wedding was positively gorgeous and after a year of exchanging letters - almost to the very day Kore laid there with her husband whispering sweet nothings into his ear knowing certainly she would enjoy this part of marriage.

 The lady of kingsgrave was a title that seemed so dark and foreboding but Mor's choice in a wife, a choice her made with both head and heart brought a daughter of spring. Kore is a healing touch, a powerful being without need for sword or axe or poison for a woman that was like the spring to end winters and cause summer rains. She could fight in ways that only words could strangle the dark and chase it away with the light.

With Kore and Mors as husband and wife life was not easy as no life worth much was ever entirely easy but she would dust off cobbwebs and be exactly what Mors needed. Kore is his other half - the missing parts of him and the woman who completes him. She was not a selfish woman to demand the world from him but he would give it and Kore would give her all to see him succeed and to love and protect his siblings. She would flit around the halls spreading happiness at every breath, caring for his interests, reading to his siblings and holding them when they were sick. Kore would curl there on his lap and read with him in their grand library. Kore every day up to this day and beyond them would make herself his port in the storm, his safety, the sword and shield that would guard his heart. She would be mother to his family and would always do her best to help him see the full picture.

 With all that is going on and all the pressure she puts on herself  it is proof of her strength to keep standing, to keep kindness and assure her husband she would never love another. Kore fears for him but knows as long as she has breath she will do all in her power there is to do to keep him from becoming lost. The loving couple has only just recently taken a paramour with his siblings grown and leaving home fearing the silence there in Kingsgrave but haven't actually started to talk about finally having children of their own but Kore is trying to find a way to broach the subject only wishing to find the best time for a man who deserves every good thing

wanted

bascis

FULL NAME:  YARA BANOU TYRELL

NAME MEANING: YARA ( meaning small butterfly ) BANOU ( meaning princess, no one ever has a middle name so i gave her one dkvajnsbfh ) TYRELL ( from the noble house tyrell of the westerosi kingdom of the reach )

NICKNAME(S): LITTLE BIRD, LITTLE DOVE / DOVE ( all via parents ), BANOU ( also via family, pronounced like banu LOL )

AGE: TWENTY THREE

DATE OF BIRTH: OCTOBER 17TH

HAILS FROM: HIGHGARDEN, THE REACH ( born, raised and currently residing )

LOYAL TO: HOUSE TYRELL ( by birth ) 

HAIR COLOR: DARK BROWN

HEIGHT: 5′2

BUILD: SLIM, LITHE, FIT

EYE COLOR: HAZEL ( ranges from light brown with a greenish tint to darker brown )

personality

POSITIVE: AMIABLE, ATTENTIVE, ARTICULATE, CARING, CLEVER, DETERMINED, DRIVEN, INSIGHTFUL, KIND, LOYAL, PASSIONATE, PERCEPTIVE, PERFECTIONISTIC, PERSONABLE, RELIABLE, RESPONSIBLE, SCRUPULOUS, TENDER, WELL-MEANING, WHIMSICAL

NEGATIVE: CAUTIOUS, GUARDED, HESITANT, SOMETIMES IMPULSIVE, METICULOUS, RESERVED, STOIC, STUBBORN

familial

FATHER: FORMER RULING LORD TYRELL ( deceased )

MOTHER: FORMER RULING LADY TYRELL ( alive )

SIBLINGS: RULING LORD ELDAR TYRELL ( eldest brother ), LADY ZEHRA VELARYON NEE TYRELL ( older sister ) BRAXTON FLOWERS ( older paternal half brother )

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: NONE.

CHILDREN: NONE AS OF YET

OTHER: MERIANNE TYRELL NEE SELMY ( good sister / sister in law ), LORD VELARYON ( good brother / brother in law ), DESMERA FLOWERS ?? ( niece, braxton and alerie’s daughter ), AEMMA TYRELL ( niece, eldar and merianne’s daughter ), EAMMON TYRELL ( nephew, eldar and merianne’s son )

other

PINTEREST BOARD IS ANYWHERE ON THIS LINK  LITTLE MESSY BUT OH WELL

background

yara, like her older sister zehra, was born long after the affair of her father resulting in the birth of her half brother, whom she considers her brother entirely and disregards the half.

as the baby of the noble family, yara was often found running after her siblings - looking up to her big sister but cherishing every bit of adventure that her brothers seemed to enjoy. she longed for the very same adventure. 

thus, the littlest of the tyrells would slip from the grasp of her septa - always on her brothers’ tails. whichever of the two were around for her to chase, that would be the one she’d glue herself to.

a kind soul from the very moment she was old enough to show her personality, timid, caring and far too compassionate for her own good. 

with time, her childish antics diminished and maturity would integrate itself into her person. she was still herself, to her loved ones, but as a noble lady - she had to grow up. a duty to her house that like her sister, she would have to fulfill. 

something she never quite grew out of, however, was the sense of being a hopeless romantic. wishful thinking, that much she knows. but there is something entirely enticing and beautiful in the matters of the heart. hers has always been wild, pounding against her chest when paired with a bright grin. 

she adores all things new, things she does not know of but can learn about. 

all in all, yara loves with life. she loves love. she sees the strength in being soft, the courage in vulnerability and she loves the little things.

while she does see the importance in matters of the heart, she knows that having been born into such a notably important house, the odds of her romantic theories becoming factual are slim if any.

her opinions towards the targaryens are... nonexistent, nearly. she has no preference or ill feelings towards them. neutrality at its finest, really. 

secretly, however, she also holds no ill feelings towards the starks or the northern kingdom. matter of fact, she quite likes nothernerns. again - she loves things that are different. in this case, people. they are known to be blunt and rough around the edges and... you guessed it, yara thinks there is beauty in that LOL

relatively a wic bc i have to plot like a lot with everyone but pls <333 enjoy this word vomit <33 thanks bye :))

wanted connections

childhood friends !! friends in general. unlikely friends, bad influence, someone she’s a good influence towards, frenemies, anything and everything.

i’d like past things, as well. i’m a simp for angst and haven’t much thought of her past romantic life but she must surely have one if she’s so romantic LOL soooo brainstorm !

- So, Zehra's is v sociable and outgoing . Due to her Tyrell upbringing, she's been fully trained to be an immaculate socialite and diplomat.  however at the same time, she's also generally a composed, softly gently , sweet, extremely graceful and wise person. her flaws are that sometimes she can get a little too self-sacrificing, like she would stomach and tamper down away her own negative emotions or pain/hurt / any suffering just to maintain the serene peace, carefree-ness  and happiness of her loved ones . but when someone has really hurt her or any of her loved ones in quite a big way, she can be an absolute ice queen and harshly unforgiving.

- also she doesn't trust nor like the targs due to their history which had produced more bad eggs than good, but she just wisely keeps her mouth shut and pretends to be in support.

-huge history nerd and also a bibliophile

- has always been very motherly and nurturing to her siblings.

- she has a talent for embroidery, knitting and sewing. all of her works are extremely fashionable, comfy and immaculate pieces of art . similarly like sansa stark in got, she has the patience to make almost anything and incorporate a deep sense of meaning/ pieces with symbolism in them / well-fitting for a special occasion or complementing a person’s personality to the fullest.

- her pride in her house and its impressive history was immense. No other house could ever capture her heart the same way nor ever come close to its spot on her heart. 

But that was till she unexpectedly fell so madly in love with a certain lord Velaryon. And after marrying the love of her life and her soulmate, she had also surprised herself when she gradually came to very deep love her husband’s family as well as his house. Now, it was very plainly written all over Zehra that she’d die for both House Tyrell and Velaryon and would do almost anything to preserve and maintain both houses’ repute and legacy, as well as protect and care for both its members with every fibre of her being.