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**Character Name**

Myriah Sand

**Kingdom**

Dorne

**Character Gender**

Female

**Character Age**

25

**Occupation**

Daughter to Lord Uller and second in line to his holdings

**Personality**

Myriah much like her brother Tarik you can't help to love at first glance, with men and some women it's meant in the most literal sense as charm flows like water and an aura of seduction envelopes her figure. Much like her brother, a persona playful in nature threaded with an attitude of seriousness. Believing she'd been born the wrong gender, but utilizing her body as a weapon and to devastating effect getting what she want, when she wants. Being born into a noble house has developed the attitude the world is for the taking and well who better to take than Myriah. It's know that she isn't pure and being a bastard it didn't matter to her to take a lover, if one was to strike her eye, she'd take them regardless of their gender. For all she is worth which is deadly to say the least, her vanity could very well be the end of her. Though she is younger save by a few minutes, she tend's to be stubborn on her own well being, sometime out right refusing but conceding to that notion monuments later. Also being a mother has given her a soft spot, but to test the relationship between Myriah and her five year old son Savrick Sand would best be avoided since their are only rumors circulate what had transpired the last time she'd been tested about it.

**Appearance**

Smaller in size than her brother, coming just shy of 5'6 with a weight of just a 109 a body of thin proportions. Just from a quick glance she is Dornish, carrying the features of her father exceedingly well. Sharing the genetic 'error'along with her brother with her brother but set in her right eye, her blue right eye and her mothers left hazel eye. With her father's position, a taste of the finer things is as an jewelry that is flaunted both around her neck and at least two rings on her hands at any time. Fancying light velvet like silks, loving its touch. Preferably foreign made.

**History**

Tarik and Myriah were born amidst the vast deserts of Dorne - the products of an illicit tryst between Lord Uller and a merchant’s daughter. Once the pregnancy was discovered, the merchant’s daughter refused to drink the moon tea proffered to her, instead choosing to seek refuge Hellholt - the seat of House Uller. When she got there, however, Lord Uller was a little less than welcoming. As the saying went: "half of the Ullers are half-mad, and the other half are worse". Lord Uller denied the girl entry for a full day and night, out of nothing but his own cruel amusement. By the time he finally relented, the merchant’s daughter was near-delirious from the sweltering heat.

What possessed Lord Uller to take her in, no one knows, but that was what he did. While the girl had hoped for Lord Uller’s love and acceptance, she never did get what she wanted. Months later, and things finally came to a head. The merchant’s daughter gave birth to a pair of twins, dying soon after from the strain of the delivery. Lord Uller had half a mind to throw them out onto the streets, along with their mother’s corpse; then he realized - the twins could be put to good use. Lady Uller had been rendered infertile by an earlier miscarriage, and in such turbulent times, it simply wouldn't do for the House to be left heiress. As much as he resented passing on the dynasty to a couple of baseborn twins, something was better than nothing at all. He’d be damned if he let the Hellholt fall into the hands of those Martells.

And thus, it was with that decision that Tarik and Myriah were spared. The two grew up within the sandstone walls of the Hellholt, raised as if they were Lord Uller’s trueborn children. From courtly etiquette to spear fighting, they were well-educated and prepared to take the helm of House Uller. With each passing year, Lord and Lady Uller’s attempts to conceive a child were met with utter failure. As the Lord’s future grows dimmer, the twins’ grow brighter.

Though the twin's future looked much brighter, it can't come soon enough though since the waiting game was sitting ill with both of them. Avoiding a poisoning as too much suspicion would be brought upon them, since they'd be the first to be suspected. As they were considered mad or otherwise like their Lord father, the label of kinslayers would only dampen their resolve and a more watchful eye on them from the Martells. The very notion would be sickening for them considering just that they were Lord Uller's blood and were already being watched, no need to make it worse than it was.

Despite having to wait for their father to meet the stranger, which couldn't come fast enough but in time all would be theirs. Lord and Lady Uller would be apart of the sands and the time of the new sands to come to be baptized by sun and spear to become the next generation of Uller house. Playing the game, watching and waiting for their time. Tasting the desire dripping from the mouth, its sweetness ever calling them.

Also coming from her infidelity was a son, yes another bastard off the Uller branch but a welcomed one at that. Her pride and joy Savrick, was conceived the last time the Martell's came and oversaw Lord Uller. Taking one of their guards to her bed repetitively. And from those nights came her son, strict but gentle with him taking after all the best and worst traits from Myriah but hardly any from the father. that exception being a darker hair and skin tone from the father.

**Other**

[Savrick Sand](http://cdn.screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/Kevin-Hernandez.jpg)