#vixere:task

STATISTICS.

full name:  sansa  elethea  stark.

moniker / nickname: princess,   sans.

gender && pronouns: cisfemale,      she / hers.

dob && age: december 23,   1994.     26.

zodiac sign: capricorn.

ethnicity: korean.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

romantic orientation: biromantic.

mafia affiliation: associate  to  the  stark  family  via  familial  ties   -   sansa  does  NOT  partake  in  anything  further  than  simply  being  known  as  a  stark.

occupational history: former  socialite  turned  fashion  designer.      current  owner  of  the  satin  wolf,      an  upscale  boutique  featuring  her  designs.

financial status: sansa  comes  from  wealth,      but  has  also  amassed  her  own  funds  through  her  business   -   albeit,      it  is  easy  to  do  so  when  you  don’t  have  to  pay  rent.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: ahn  heeyeon,   ‘hani’.

height: five feet,   eight  inches.

physical build: tall  and  slim;   sansa  is  not  very  toned  nor  muscled,       her  body  is  very  much  so  smooth  lines  and  long  limbs.

eye colour and shape:  brown,      almond.

hair colour and style: currently  strawberry  blonde,   formerly  many  different  colors,    as  sansa  expressed  herself  through  having  it  dyed  previously.       it  is  often  worn  straight  and  down  when  she  isn’t  working,      and  pulled  into  a  messy  bun  when  she  is!

usual expression: stoic.

accent and speech style: sansa  has  a  very  soft  voice,       very  saccharine  and  sweet  by  its  very  nature.        she  has  no  blatant  accent,     and  speaks  often  in  run  on  sentences.

distinguishing marks / characteristics: any scars, tattoos, piercings.

clothing style: very  street  chic  but  also  dependent  on  the  occasion   -   she  dresses  for  the  life  she  wants  to  have  and  live.

jewellery and accessories: earrings,   necklaces,   hats,   scarves   -   any  and  everything  is  on  the  table  when  it  comes  to  accessorizing  the  perfect  outfit.        sansa  never  considers  herself  fully  dressed  without  her  apple  watch,      earrings,      and  a  silver  wolf’s  head  locket  necklace.  

FAMILY:

father: eddard stark.

mother: catelyn stark,      nee  tully.

siblings, if any: robb,      arya,      bran,      rickon.

extended relations: hoster  &  minisa  tully,     edmure  tully,      brandon  stark,      lyanna  stark,      benjen  stark.

significant other(s): none,   currently.    formerly  a  fiance.

children: none.

household pet(s): a  female  merle  great  dane  named  boleyn,   “bo”  for  short.

FAVOURITES.

colour: blue.

weather: a sunny,   but  cool  fall  day.

food item:  red  velvet  cupcakes.

beverage: peach lemonade.

time of day: mid - evening.

television genre: drama.

PERSONALITY.

hobbies: painting,     baking,      reading   -   and  occasionally  writing.

pet peeves: sansa  loathes  loud  chewers,      people  who  refuse  to  put  effort  into  their  outward  appearance,      and  people  who  think  ketchup  and  ranch  go  on  everything   -   or  anything  at  all.

phobias: spiders,      rats,      snakes.

allergies: penicillin.

mbti type: enfj,    the  protagonist.

enneagram type: 4w3,      the  enthusiast.

positive traits: whimsical,      sanguine,      clever.

negative traits: reserved,      circumspect,      fretful.

morning routine: up  by  seven,      morning  walk  with  her  dog,      shower,      breakfast,    begin  work  by  nine,      sharp.

beauty routine: multi - stepped,   always  beginning  with  primers  and  concealers.        sansa  is  a  bit  of  a  makeup  enthusiast;      even  if  she’s  just  at  home  working,      she  prefers  to  have  some  level  of  it  on,      as  she  feels  it’s  yet  another  creative  and  artistic  outlet   . . .    even  if  it  is  just  for  herself.

sleeping habits: sansa  has  always  been  a  heavy,      deep  sleeper,      even  as  a  child.        she  can  fall  asleep  in  the  blink  of  an  eye,      and  be  out  for  hours  without  even  a  hint  of  discomfort.        she  used  to  be  the  person  who  was  up  all  night,      and  tended  to  sleep  all  day   -   now  she’s  asleep  by  8:30pm  most  nights  and  up  by  7:00am.

living space && home: a  high  rise  loft  apartment,      kept  impeccably  clean  and  decorated  in  a  modern  contemporary  style,      with  many  hues  of  gray  and  light  pastels.

all  the  king’s  horses  and  all  the  king’s  men  couldn’t  put  me  together  again,      ‘cause  all  of  my  enemies  started  out  friends.

sansa  attended  king’s  way  college  and  graduated  with  a  bachelor’s  degree  of  fine  arts,    having  majored  in  fashion  design.        her  graduation  present  was  the  satin  wolf,      a  boutique  of  her  own  to  showcase  her  designs.        it  is  located  in  neutral  territory,      and  operated  by  staff  hand  selected  by  sansa  herself.  

the  death  of  hoster  tully  was  a  sad  affair  for  her,      and  yet,      sansa’s  grief  was  also  met  with  a  sense  of  relief.        that  with  her  grandfather  no  longer  pulling  strings,      the  pressure  of  being  brought  into  a  life  she  did  not  want  might  wain.

it  is  her  intent  to  never  become  involved  further  than  she  is  currently  with  any  of  the  syndicates,    even  her  own  family’s.

dancing  under  lights  since  she  was  seventeen.     her  brain’s  flooded  with  ketamine,     high  from  every  party,      low  from  self - esteem;     it’s  selfish  but  she  never  sleep.       honestly,      she  needs  a  little  sympathy.

the  socialite  daughter,      beautiful  and  charming,      always  interested  in  the  next  party   -   the  next  event.        sansa  had  a  penchant  for  attention,      late  nights  spent  out  drinking  and  dancing  even  when  she  less  than  legal;      it  made  her  feel  happy,      feel  free.        it  was  a  way  to  forget  that  things  could  be  dark  and  grim   -   to  forget  that  her  parents,      her  siblings,     nearly  everyone  she  knew  was  involved  in  a  lifestyle  that  made  her  stomach  curl.       so  she  danced  and  partied,      smiled  wide  for  pictures,     found  a  boyfriend  that  enjoyed  the  same  things  she  did   -   one  who  wasn’t  interested  in  what  her  family’s  name  could  do  for  him   . . .   or  so  she  thought.        when  he  asked  her  to  marry  him,      she  cried  tears  of  joy,      and  things  were  perfect.        just  like  they  always  were  for  sansa.

until  one  night  a  few  months  ago,      when  she  and  her  fiance  were  leaving  a  club   -   drunk  and  stumbling,      clinging  to  his  arm  with  practiced  ease    . . .   when  two  rough  hands  that  weren’t  his  pulled  her  away.        into  a  darkened  alley,      where  accomplices  met  and  held  her  at  knife-point.        they  wanted  to  know  about  her  father.        her  uncles.        her  mother,     aunts,      grandfather.        stark  plans,      stark  anything   -   gravely  voices  that  wondered  how  many  pretty  pennies  they  could  get  if  they  just  took  her  off  the  streets  now.       held  her  until  they  paid,      and  maybe  they’d  just  kill  her  anyways.       the  rough  brick  of  the  building  at  her  back  digs  into  unmarred  skin,      leaving  it  scratched  and  red   -   prick  of  a  blade  just  centimetres  away  from  the  flesh  of  her  neck,      threatening  to  cut  it  open  and  leave  her  bloody.

she  can’t  figure  out  where  he  is,      the  man  who’s  supposed  to  love  her   -   seemingly  vanished  into  thin  air  the  minute  things  had  turned  sour.        sansa  is  convinced  of  the  worst,      mascara  tears  trailing  down  her  cheeks,      because  this  must  be  it.        the  end  of  it  all.

reprieve  is  the  sight  of  one  man,     then  two,      crumpling  to  the  ground.        a  familiar  face  appearing  in  the  dimly  lit  alley  as  the  knife  at  her  throat  clatters  to  the  ground  and  her  freedom  is  given.        alive  but  shaken,      sansa  hasn’t  been  the  same  since.

i  used  to  be  a  darling  starlet  like  a  centerpiece.       had  the  whole  world  wrapped  around  my  ring.      i  flew  too  closely  to  the  sun  that’s  setting  in  the  east,       and  now  i’m  melting  from  my  wings.

returning  to  a  normal  life  post  incident   -   post  trauma   -   has  been  easier  said  than  done.        now  reclusive  in  nature,      stowing  herself  away  for  days  in  her  high  rise  loft  apartment,      sightings  of  the  eldest  stark  daughter  are  said  to  be  few  and  far  between.        she  no  longer  frequents  her  own  boutique,      working  instead  from  home  and  through  various  intermediates  to  ensure  everything  is  well  controlled;      sansa  only  appears  when  it’s  absolutely  necessary,      when  business  requires  a  gentle,     steady  hand  and  cannot  be  managed  from  afar.        

custom  designs  are  still  available,     but  often  very   hard  to  come  by.        sansa  is  incredibly  selective  with  who  she’ll  meet  in  person  with,      and  thus,      only  those  who  can  guarantee  her  trust  have  been  able  to  get  them.

sansa  does,      however,      outfit  most  of  the  stark  syndicate  in  gear  that  is  both  fashionable  and  functional.        including  safety  measures   &   fabric  a  little  more  durable  than  most.        this  is  generally  the  extent  of  what  she’s  willing  to  do  for  the  syndicate,      the  idea  of  being  involved  in  violence  is  absolutely  terrifying  to  her,      especially  after  everything  she  went  through  without  even  being  more  than  a  child  of  known  members.

she  still  is  unaware  of  her  ex-fiance’s  involvement  in  the  attempted  abduction   -   if  he  was  working  along  with  the  men,      or  if  he  was  just  cowardly  enough,     uncaring  enough  to  have  let  her  be  pulled  from  his  arms.        she  hasn’t  spoken  to  him  much,      outside  of  ending  their  relationship  as  a  whole,      the  truth  isn’t  worth  the  extra  pain  it  may  cause,      or  so  she’s  convinced  herself  for  now.

wanted  connections  !!     i  may  send  some  of  these  into  the  main  after  a  bit  if  they  aren’t  filled  just  because  i’m  #needy.

judas    . . .      this  would  be  sansa’s  ex - fiance!      i  did  write  it  off  a  tweaked  and  modernized  version  of  her  relationship  with  joffrey  but  it  definitely  doesn’t  have  to  be  him.         their  relationship  was  seemingly  picture  perfect   -   and  likely  too  good  to  be  true.         they  were  frequent  party  and  club  attendees  together,      and  truly,      was  based  off  of  the  fact  that  being  together  was  akin  to  the  high  that  came  with  endless  drinks  and  fun.        ideally,      he  would  have  just  been  using  sansa  to  hopefully  siphon  information  or  even  to  gain  an  in  to  the  stark  family   -   the  possibilities  are  endless  and  i’m  ??   here  for  them?       sansa  romanticized  the  fuck  out  of  him  and  their  relationship,      ignoring  any  and  all  warning  signs  until  things  went  bad  the  night  of  the  after  club  incident.        essentially  she’s  ghosted  him,      aside  from  mailing  back  his  ring  and  a  letter  telling  him  it  was,      in  very  few  words,      over.      the  finer  details  are  very  much  so  up  for  discussion  and  interpretation  so  y’know,      run  wild.

white  horse   . . .      whomever  saved  sansa  from  the  alley   -   no  gender  requirements  because  we  love  equal  opportunity  ass  kickers  in  this  house.       they  had  at  the  very  least  an  acquaintanceship  with  sansa  in  the  past  and  after  their  act  of  heroism,     sansa’s  sort  of  attached  herself  to  them  in  a  very  idealized  way?      not  necessarily  romantically  but  very  clingy,     she  doesn’t  want  to  be  a  burden  but  also  it’s  very  hard  for  her  to  not  instinctively  shift  into  thinking  of  them  as  her  protector  and  she  just  needs  and  wants  to  feel  safe   . . .   all  of  the  time.        taken  by  dacey  mormont.

pink  pony  club   . . .     sansa’s  #squad.      their  relationship(s)  may  be  slightly  strained  from  sansa  shifting  into  recluse  mode,    but  ultimately  they  would  be  the  people  she  spent  the  most  time  with  previously.      dancing,    studying,    coffee  dates,    all  of  the  close  friend  things.      bonus  points  for  friendships  from  childhood  to  now,    because  we  all  need  the  montage  of  childhood  sleepovers  to  sansa  showing  up  at  their  house  at  6:00  in  the  morning  because  she  can’t  sleep  and  she  brought  coffee,    also  do  they  have  time  to  talk  about  how  she  can’t  stop  shaking  and  she  just  needs  a  hug.

STATISTICS.

full name: Edmure Tully

moniker / nickname: Ed, Eddie & Admiral

gender && pronouns: cis male && he/him

dob && age:  July 3rd, 1978

zodiac sign: Cancer

sexual orientation: pansexual 

romantic orientation: demiromantic

mafia affiliation: The River Kings && Tullys

occupation: Harbormaster of King’s Landing

financial status: comes from wealth (earned and illegal)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim:  Eric Dane

height: 6′1

physical build: broad shouldered, heavily muscled

eye colour and shape: icy blue, hooded

hair colour and style: light brown with peppering of gray in the front and around the temples, short on the sides, longer on the top and toussled (pretty much a grown out ‘high and tight’ style popularized in the navy)

accent and speech style:  fairly deep and gravelly voice, that you can always seem to hear a smile in.  

distinguishing marks / characteristics: EGA tattoo on his right bicep, small scar on left pectoral, bright blue eyes

clothing style:  working on and around the docks, his general style is nothing too fancy, generally some sort of jean or construction pant (such as carhartt) paired with a button up to keep him looking professional enough when he has to deal with more important matters.  when off work, he usually sticks to basics; jeans, t-shirt, jacket (weather depending), boots.  and while it’s a rare occasion he gets to wear one, edmure does love to wear the hell out of a suit, and usually goes for three piece, highly tailored suits.

jewelry and accessories: diving watch that his father gave him when he left the navy and officially joined the ‘family business’

FAMILY:

father: Hoster Tully (adoptive father)

mother: Minisa Tully (née Whent, adoptive mother)

siblings, if any: Catelyn Stark (née Tully), Lysa Arryn-Baelish (née Tully, deceased) both adoptive siblings

extended relations: Arya, Sansa, Bran, Rickon, and Robb Stark, Robert Arryn (nieces and nephews), along with the in laws from Catelyn’s marriage into the Stark brood

significant other(s):  Roslin Frey, fiancée

children: N/A

household pet(s): TBD

FAVOURITES.

colour:  deep blue-green

weather: sunny with a few clouds, warm but not hot, with a good amount of wind (AKA, perfect sailing weather)

food item:  sushi (any kind, really)

beverage: black iced coffee

time of day: sunrise

television genre: reality tv (more along the lines of deadliest catch, dirtiest jobs, etc than keeping up with the kardashians and the like)

PERSONALITY.

hobbies:  sailing, cooking, piloting (he’s in the process of learning), crossword puzzles, movies

pet peeves:  lazy workers, not cleaning up after one’s self, half full and cold coffee left out

phobias: none that he can think of off the top of his head (unless you count his abject fear of disappointing people?  too deep?  too deep.)

allergies: N/A

positive traits:  dutiful, well meaning, eager to please

negative traits: impetuous, cocky, passive

morning routine: edmure is forced to be an early riser, as he has to be at the docks by about dawn, to oversee the first ships being unloaded, so depending on the time of the year, he generally wakes up about an hour before the sun starts to rise, makes a coffee, eats usually some sort of scramble of what is leftover in the fridge, and heads to work, fairly simple

beauty routine: the most edmure does is throw some product in his hair if it’s been awhile since it’s been cut and needs some structure to stop it from flopping everywhere

sleeping habits:  a bit of an insomniac, although thankfully he’s one of those lucky bastards that doesn’t need too much sleep to function.  having to rise early a good night would be asleep by 10, but most of the tiime it’s not until midnight or later.  at this point in his life he’s given up on trying to stay in bed and force himself to sleep, and often times he just either gets up for the day (depending on the time) or does things around his apartment or extra work until he feels tired enough to try sleeping again.

STATISTICS.

full name: elia martell

moniker / nickname: el, ellie, counselor of the targaryens

gender && pronouns: cis female && she/her

dob && age: september 8 && forty-eight

zodiac sign: virgo

ethnicity: indian

sexual orientation: heterosexual

romantic orientation: heteroromantic

mafia affiliation: the targaryens, but also loyal to the martells

occupational history: former consultant, former stay-at-home mother, currently involved in the running of her speakeasy

financial status: comes from wealth, but it’s illegal

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: poorna jagannathan

height: 5′5″

physical build: slim

eye colour and shape: brown

hair colour and style: dark brown-black, wavy, just past shoulder length

usual expression: a polite smile that may or may not reach her eyes

accent and speech style: soft, lilting; almost always thinks before talking

distinguishing marks / characteristics: a birthmark on her back

clothing style: business casual, practical; sweaters and skirts and suits. fond of sweatpants when relaxing at home

jewellery and accessories: pierced ears, normally with gold hoops or small suns; often wears simple but elegant gold necklaces, a wedding ring she hasn’t worn in decades

FAMILY:

father: deceased

mother: deceased

siblings, if any: doran and oberyn martell

extended relations: several nieces and nephews from both her brothers

significant other(s): rhaegar targaryen, though is he really significant?

children: rhaenys and aegon targaryen

household pet(s): none of her own, though her kids have had some over the years

FAVOURITES.

colour: sky blue

weather: sunshine and heat

food item: breakfast pastries

beverage: wine

time of day: early morning, when she’s the only one awake

television genre: comedy; soap operas are her guilty pleasure - she loves to yell at how stupid the characters are being

PERSONALITY.

hobbies: painting, reading, playing chess

pet peeves: littering, chewing with an open mouth, people who don’t look both ways before they cross the street

phobias: spiders

allergies: none

mbti type: isfj-a

enneagram type: type one, the perfectionist

positive traits: kind, witty, intelligent, organized

negative traits: manipulative, quiet, cynical

morning routine: wake up early to have a cup of tea, cook breakfast, and get dressed leisurely

beauty routine: basic skincare routine every night, wears minimal makeup every day

sleeping habits: not enough; she’s up late many nights managing the speakeasy, but is physically incapable of sleeping past 6am

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

FACE CLAIM  :  Katheryn Winnick HEIGHT :  5′6″ PHYSICAL BUILD  :  Curvy EYE COLOUR   :  Vivid Blue  HAIR COLOUR :  Pale blonde, with golden lowlights

𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚.

FATHER  :  Aerys Targeryen ( † ) MOTHER  :  Rhaella Targaryen SIBLINGS  :  Rhaegar, Shaena ( † ), Daeron ( † ), Aegon ( † ), Jaehaerys ( † ), and Viserys Targaryen EXTENDED RELATIONS  :  

SISTER-IN-LAW  :  Elia Martell

NIECE & NEPHEW  :  Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S)  :  

HUSBAND  :  Khal Drogo ( † )

LOVER  :  Daario Naharis

CHILDREN  :  Rhaego Drogo Targaryen ( † ), Kovarro Drogon Targaryen ( Adopted Son ) HOUSEHOLD PET(S)  :  A Horse named Silver

𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

COLOUR  :  Crimson, Charcoal, Black WEATHER  :  Spring FOOD  :  Stroganoff BEVERAGE  :  Cabernet Sauvignon, Scotch,  TIME OF DAY  :  Sunrise

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

HOBBIES  :  Reading ( usually epics, classics, and non-fiction ) MBTI TYPE :  INTJ ( The Architect ) ENNEAGRAM TYPE  :  Type 8 ( The Challenger )

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.

tw: passive mention of abuse, death of a child, and murder.

Born in the golden age of the Targaryen rule over King’s Landing, she was the youngest and only surviving daughter of Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen. Her name came with privilege, and the great burden of sin to bare alongside the rest of her family. As a young girl Daeny could hardly stomach the violence and death that was so quintessential to the life of a mobsters daughter, she learned young that there were no good men in their world, and least of all her brutal and abusive father or her brothers. A fact only proven when her father promised her at the age of fifteen to a man whose tales of brutality were famous all the way from Essos a city far from King’s Landing, a city which he solely ruled with his brunt force and mountains of wealth. Her father’s decision meant she would have to live a life away from the only people she found comfort and safety with, all for the promise of power. Little did she know that power would benefit her more than anyone else far in the future.

Rhaegar was the pride of the Targaryens, and he ascended to the metaphorical throne when Daeny was barely old enough to understand the weight of such a responsibility, she remembered her brother being kind to her, but little else considering he was never around, always busy with the family business. She does however bitterly remember her pleading with Rhaegar to speak to their father on her behalf to change his decision in regards to her marriage to Drogo, but his only response being they all must play their part. Her brother had broken her heart that day, she never made another plea to anyone. Three years later she departed for Essos believing that was the last she’d seen of Kings Landing. She heard of her brother’s scandal only a few short months later, and she couldn’t help the bitterness at the thought that he had not done his part. While she knew she should’ve felt sorrow over the dismantling of her families’ rule over the city, she had always seen it as broken, this was only the chink that dealt the final blow.

Khal Drogo was a man that intimidated her from the start, seven years older than her when she was fifteen that age difference had felt too vast to bridge, she couldn’t imagine what a life with him would look like. Though his age was the slightest of factors considering his reputation even at the age of twenty two was that of a ruthless, merciless killer, at least in their world. To everyone else he was an ambitious and trailblazing young man who has just taken over his father’s legacy, Khalasar Conglomerate a company that generated revenue in the billions providing jobs for hundreds of thousands, with a foothold in nearly every continent. Daenerys had expected someone void of emotion and empathy, much like her own father the one person who truly scared her. Though she learned nearly right away after their marriage that yes he was everything she imagined but so much more. The side of him she saw wasn’t the side the rest of the world got, how could they when power and fear mattered so much to them all.

He was kind to her, gentle even, they took their time to get to know one another before they truly began to life as husband and wife. He had no queries with her desire to go to college and work alongside him to expand Khalasar Conglomerate and their reign over Essos. Two years into their marriage when a woman abandoned a young child at their door, his child from an affair many years ago it truly tested their relationship. Though by that point she’d grown to love and trust her husband, she couldn’t be angry with him for someone he’d been with long before he’d even met her. Having Kovarro around took some getting used to but she bonded with him soon enough. Daenerys was happier than she’d ever imagined she could be in her arranged marriage, and two years later she gave birth to Rhaego, and that happiness multiplied tenfold. By this time she’d established herself as a force to be reckoned with in Essos no less capable that her husband, in fact with her at the helm he decided to step away from K.C to focus on expanding the reach of his influence beyond Essos. Together they spoke of plans to reclaim her families lost prestige, though her perfectly crafted world came crashing down two years later when Khal was killed, poisoned anf there was nothing she could do after exhausting every last avenue but watch him suffer and die a slow and painful death. Nothing but end his pain, taking the last of his breathes with her own hands.

In the wake of her husband’s death, there was no room to crumble or to show any hint of weakness not when the vultures circled in hopes of claiming everything Khal had accomplished, everything they had accomplished together from her. Thus, she was given another blow. Returning home one evening to find her home up in flames along with her child. She heeded no warnings when she grabbed one of the firefighters masks right out of his hands and rushed inside to save her baby. She emerged from the flames unburnt with a charred bundle in her hands, the heat of the flames having already dried her tears. No one would see her tears, she would not allow it. They’d sought to set her world on fire so she would crumble alongside the brick and mortar, never to rise again. However they had forgotten that she was Daenerys Stormborn, the Dragon’s Daughter. Within her she had the same spirit of greatness, and capability to wreak the same devastation as the magnificent creatures her family paid patronage to.

Daenerys allowed herself a few year to carefully plot her return to King’s Landing, as well as to settle her affairs in Essos, those loyal to Khal remained loyal to her for which she was grateful. It meant that not only would she have a financial backing but also the added manpower to take back King’s Landing. Daenerys doesn’t just want to return to the tentative peace they’d had before her brother’s fall from grace, no she wants absolute control, to break the mold and shape it to her liking. Since her return she’s been swift to take power, even if it meant snatching it from her own brother’s grasp, allowing him to be her Lieutenant is more or less to appease any further turmoil. Elia on the other hand she has more fate in, at least in her council. Daenerys had always respected her as much as she did her brother, however, she’s never allowed herself to put her complete trust in Elia and by extension her children simply because she can’t be certain that she’d ever be willing to stand against the Martell’s if needed. If there is anyone whom she does trust blindly in is her family of choice, Kovarro whose never disappointed her, who has his father’s spirit and strength having filled the hole in her heart that Rhaego’s death had left. 

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.

JORAH, DAARIO, MISSANDEI  :  WCs can be found here.

KOVARRO  :  Sending in the WC soon.

Platonic

A FRIEND FROM THE PAST  :  Her closest friend growing up they stayed in touch in the beginning of her move to Essos, though with time that changed. However, since her return to King’s Landing they’ve been able to bridge the distance once again. ( 0 / 1 )

POLITICAL FRIENDSHIP  :  Friends for the sake of mutual benefit. Could just as easily stab one another in the back, or become true allies. ( 0 / ? )

Romantic

WE WERE JUST KIDS WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE  :  Someone she knew and secretly dated as a teenager, her first love. They lost contact after her move to Essos, and haven’t cross paths since. ( 0 / 1 )

Antagonistic

STATISTICS.

full name: olenna tyrell ( nee redwyne ) 

moniker / nickname: seneschal , the queen of thorns 

gender && pronouns: cis female | she/her 

dob && age: january 16th, 1954 | 66 years old 

zodiac sign: capricorn 

ethnicity: black ( african american ) 

sexual orientation: demisexual 

romantic orientation: demiromantic  

mafia affiliation: the citadel | tyrells 

occupational history: former councilwoman, former state legislator of virginia, former senator of xxx 

financial status: earned wealth | major shareholder of tyrell and assoc. , minor shareholder of redwyne spirits co. 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: angela bassett

height: 5ft 6in

physical build: lean , good posture , looks like she hasn’t aged since the 1980s 

eye colour and shape: brown , 

hair colour and style: black , natural : short chin-length curls , styled : a rotation of various wigs 

usual expression: cold , lips pursed with a perpetually raised eyebrow 

accent and speech style: light virginian accent , languid with a hint of a drawl 

distinguishing marks / characteristics: traditional lobe ear piercings , 

clothing style: muted colors with accent pieces like an embroidered coat or a print pant 

jewelry and accessories: her wedding ring set , small ruby stud earrings from her father 

FAMILY:

father: runceford redwyne ( deceased ) 

mother: alyria rogare ( deceased )  

siblings, if any: geralt redwyne ( older brother ) 

extended relations: ( grandchildren ) from mina : horas , hobber , desmera ; from mace : willas , garlan , loras , margaery 

significant other(s): luthor tyrell 

children: mina tyrell ( deceased ) , mace tyrell , janna tyrell 

household pet(s): n/a 

FAVOURITES.

colour: ivy green 

weather: cloudy 

food item: creole seafood boil ( she uses premium shellfish and whitefish ) 

beverage: red wine ( preferably from redwyne spirits co. ) 

time of day: afternoon teatime ( so like , 3 or 4 pm ) 

television genre: news ( cable, national, local ) 

PERSONALITY.

hobbies: dragging people , spilling tea , destroying her enemies , idk 

pet peeves: people that are not useful to her , passiveness , idk annoying people 

phobias: the wipe out of her entire line and legacy 

allergies: seasonal allergies 

positive traits: methodical , silver-tongued 

negative traits: conniving , unyielding 

morning routine: wake up at 9:30 , mediation at 9:45 , morning walk at 10:00 weather permitting , no breakfast , coffee at 10:30 with the daily paper , 11:00 correspondents 

sleeping habits: on regular days she’ll retire to her bedroom at 10pm , no one will bother her unless it’s an emergency. she’ll often read or catch up with something until she feels like she’ll fall asleep. she’ll sleep through the night.