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[color=fff79a][i]“Strength comes in all different forms.”[/i][/color]
[color=f7941d][i]“Where her brother is the fist, she is the mouth. Together they make a deadly combination.”[/i][/color][/center]

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[center][color=white][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff79a]Name[/color]
[indent]Lyanna Baratheon[/indent]
[color=fff79a]Nickname[/color]
[indent]The Eye of the Storm, or more commonly Lya[/indent]
[color=fff79a]G E N D E R[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=fff79a]A G E[/color]
[indent]18[/indent]
[color=fff79a]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Pansexual[/indent]

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[center][color=white][h3]Home[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff79a]Father[/color]
[indent]Lord Rodrick Baratheon was a cruel man who Lya had kept her distance from most of her life. The only reason his hand didn't turn on her was her twin brot[/indent]
[color=fff79a]Mother[/color]
[indent]Lady Priscilla of the Stormlands died when Lyanna was three. Lyanna doesn't remember much about her but the stories Lya's heard from those who knew her indicate she was a kind and noble woman. And when she was alive Lya's father was much happier.
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[color=fff79a]Siblings[/color]
[indent]Her brother Brandon is her twin, and one of her closest' friend[/indent]
[color=fff79a]Religion[/color]
[indent]R'hollor[/indent]

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[center][color=white][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff79a]Strengths[/color]
[indent]Lyanna has a wit to her, and she knows how to be blunt in a manner where she won't go around offending everyone she knows, unlike some members of her family. She's the politician of the family. She also is proficient at archery and knows the basics of swordwork[/indent]
[color=fff79a]Weaknesses[/color]
[indent]She's not strong like her brother, and she doesn't always have a clear conscious. She'll make some morally ambigous choices in the name of her brother and her, although she tries to do the right thing.  She also tends to shy behind her brother in arguments, if she feels like it could get physical, despite the fact that she can protect herself. [/indent]
[color=fff79a]Weapon[/color]
[indent]Lyanna has a bow made out of dragonbone with a quiver of mixed weirwood arrows and regular arrows.[/indent]

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[center][color=white][h3]Mannerisms[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff79a]Likes[/color]
[indent][list][*]Her bow
Her brother
Conversing/Gossip
Traveling
Dancing
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[color=fff79a]Dislikes[/color]
[indent][list][*]Hypocritical people
Fighting
Boar
Unwanted advances
Injustice[/list][/indent]
[color=fff79a]Habits[/color]
[indent][list][*]Despite the fact that she hates it, Lya tends to start fights she can't win. 
Her default mode is to listen, and not usually talk. There's a lot to learn this way. She cracks her joints when bored or nervous or hears her brother doing it.[/list][/indent]
[color=fff79a]Hobbies[/color]
[indent][list][*]Archery
Annoying her brother
Slipping the notice of her minder[/list][/indent]
[color=fff79a]Fears[/color]
[indent][list][*]That she will end up some lord's wife with no life and no will to live. 
That her body will fail her and her child will grow up motherless as well.
That this trip to King's Landing will prove deadly. 
That in the end her life meant nothing.
The death of her brother.[/list][/indent]


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[center][color=white][h3]Digging Deeper[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff79a]Personality[/color]
[indent]Lyanna isn't cruel or malicious but sometimes her anger can get the best of her. She tries to keep it in place, and she's gotten much better at it over the years. She's also kind however, and hates to see injustice done against people undeserving of it. Especially under her father's reign, she does everything she can to keep people out of his notice. She's more elegant than her brother, and when she can she will talk her way out of a fight. Like her brother she cares about her people, and does everything she can to help them. [/indent]
[color=fff79a]History[/color]
[indent]Lyanna grew up vastly ignored by most the household. She was a female who wasn't particularly pretty nor did she seek out the attention. Other than when she was with her twin she was perfectly fine waiting and watching until she hit the age of 14 or so. Among other changes she began to see how she could quietly manipulate things. Offhandedly mention something to someone, insinuate something else to another. She had power, and she wanted to use it to help people.  [/indent]
[color=fff79a]Theme Song[/color]
[indent][url=http://youtu.be/49tGK1sC0vs]Smoke and Mirrors – Imagine Dragons[/url][/indent]
[indent][indent][i]All I believe
is it a dream
that comes crashing down on me
All that I hope
is it just smoke and mirrors[/i][/indent][/indent]


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[center][color=fff200][h1]Brandon Baratheon[/h1][/color]
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[color=fff200][i]"The night is dark and full of terrors....Let them come, if they dare."[/i][/color]
[color=f7941d][i]"That boy treats his body as a weapon, honed to a perfect edge."[/i][/color][/center]

[center][color=white][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff200]Name[/color]
[indent]Brandon Baratheon[/indent]
[color=fff200]Nickname[/color]
[indent]Stormbringer[/indent]
[color=fff200]G E N D E R[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=fff200]A G E[/color]
[indent]18[/indent]
[color=fff200]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]
[color=fff200]Appearance[/color]
[indent]An absolute giant of a man standing at 6'7", that and very broad shoulders gives the man a silhouette to be feared. Brandon has a hard look to him, the coal black hair of the Baratheons is neatly trimmed and combed, as is his young, but still impressive beard. He has a hard, square chin with a rather resolute mouth. His dark blue eyes are cold as steel and shadowed by his ever prominent brow.
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[center][color=white][h3]Home[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff200]Father[/color]
[indent]Brandon's father, Lord Paramount Rodrick Baratheon of the Stormlands, is a sad, drunk alcoholic of a man and has been for years. Causing his relationship with his son to become very strained. While under the effects of drink Rodrick is an angry, cruel, and cynical man who berates his servants and mocks his advisors. Though he wouldn't dare raise a hand to his son as he knows the boy could easily snap him in twain.[/indent]
[color=fff200]Mother[/color]
[indent]Lady Priscilla of the Stormlands died when Brandon was three. The boy doesn't remember much about her but the stories he's heard from those who knew her indicate she was a kind and noble woman. And when she was alive his father was much happier.[/indent]
[color=fff200]Siblings[/color]
[indent]His twin sister Lyanna, whom he views as his most cherished friend and counselor.[/indent]
[color=fff200]Religion[/color]
[indent]R'hollor.[/indent]

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[center][color=white][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff200]Strengths[/color]
[indent]Brandon, being a large, muscular man is of course incredibly strong. Brandon is also incredibly gifted in all forms of combat, from pure martial prowess to tactics and warfare. He's also very resilient, known to be able to take very bad injuries and come back stronger for it. Brandon has a great poker face, able to mask his emotions no matter the situation with something he calls his "Lord Face." [/indent]
[color=fff200]Weaknesses[/color]
[indent]Brandon isn't as agile as some, his bulk makes speed a hard thing. Brandon also has a tendency to say exactly what's on his mind, not caring for manners or polite conversation. He also has no use at all for intrigue and in fact regards the thing as a cowards game, though he can't deny it's results at times. [/indent]
[color=fff200]Weapon[/color]
[indent]Brandon's primary weapon is a great-sword by most men's standard. But to Brandon it's used as a bastard sword, with a one or two-handed grip.[/indent]

[center][color=white][h3]Mannerisms[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff200]Likes[/color]
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Training.
Tactical games.
Hunting.
Peace.
Roasted Boar.
His sister, Lyanna.
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[color=fff200]Dislikes[/color]
[indent][list][*]
Cruelty.
Excessive Violence.
Irresponsibility.
Power Abuse.
Liars. 
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[color=fff200]Habits[/color]
[indent][list][*]
Runs his hand through his short beard.
Cracks his knuckles.
Clenches his jaw when nervous.[/list][/indent]
[color=fff200]Hobbies[/color]
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[list][*]
Training.
Reading.
Hunting.
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[color=fff200]Fears[/color]
[indent][list][*]
Dying old and toothless in bed.
Failing his people.
Becoming his father.
Lyanna's death.
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[center][color=white][h3]Digging Deeper[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=fff200]Personality[/color]
[indent]A gruff, but respectful individual. He talks and thinks with the hard, confident tones expected of a knight of his caliber. While prideful of his prowess in combat, Brandon is not quick to anger nor easy to turn to violence, and would much sooner berate someone else for seeing excessive gore or death as a solution. He's also something of a stoic when it comes to emotion, and doesn't find himself pursuing things like romance, vengeance or adventure.

Brandon has been rendered somewhat cynical and sullen by his home situation. The very mention of these occurrences can lapse him into this foul attitude, and bring with it a lot of pain. However, Brandon remains ferociously serious of his role as heir to the Stormlands, and would do his very best to protect his trusted allies and innocents. Above all, Brandon is a sworn guardian of his people, bearing his armor and crest with dignity in spite of the hateful men and ruthless creatures who would bear down on him for it.[/indent]
[color=fff200]History[/color]
[indent]Brandon grew up with a lot of pressure, from his father, his father's advisors, and every noble in the Stormlands. Everyone was either praying he'd meet his death as he was the sole, male, heir, or become a mindless pawn they could use. Growing up in such an environment caused Brandon to read fantastical stories of heroes rescuing maidens and fighting dragons. As such Brandon took to those tales and strove to be that kind of person. 

When he was fifteen Brandon took place in his first tournament and in his first melee. He excelled. The loud clanging and clattering of steel with the boy at the center earned him the name Stormbringer. As he grew Brandon idolized the White Knights of the Kingsguard who, to him, were all dashing heroes giving their lives for King and Country. As such he wanted to join them, but as he grew older he learned how that would never happen. Yet he's contented himself with the fact that he can serve his subjects as a fair and just lord.[/indent]
[color=fff200]Theme Song[/color]
[indent][url=https://youtu.be/sWZwTOSgLZI]John Dreamer-True Strength[/url][/indent]


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[hider=Lycoris][center][hr][hr][color=faebd7][h1]Lycoris[/h1][/color][color=gray][sub]Lycoris stands at a mere 5’5”, rather unimpressive by Westerosi standards, with a leanly muscled build. Needless to say, he isn’t the most intimidating of figures, but what lies within remains a far cry from his exterior. He carries himself with the tepid arrogance of a sphinx, despite his very ethnicity marking him an outsider. Most of the time, he is seen draped in elegant robes of red, a sparkling ruby ring that adorning his left hand. Most striking of all, however, is the colour of his hair - as red as fire, contrasting his black, kohl-lined eyes. Amidst the sea of brunettes and blondes, it draws attention to him, perhaps more than he’d like. His facial features are delicate and elfin, dusted with a subtle hint of femininity. Smooth skin is marred by a maze of scars, with a few tattoos lending their presence. There’s a tattoo of a flame branding his forehead, and a smaller, less noticeable one of a teardrop underneath his right eye.[/sub][/color]

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[color=faebd7][i]“Men made me a slave, but R’hllor set me free.”[/i][/color]
[color=faebd7][i]“Now there’s something to be said about the power of false gods. What good will his prophecies do him when those snarling, winged beasts raze the fields with fire?”[/i][/color][/center]
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[center][color=white][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=faebd7]Name[/color]
[indent]Lycoris[/indent]
[color=faebd7]Nickname[/color]
[indent]The Red Fox[/indent]
[color=faebd7]G E N D E R[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=faebd7]A G E[/color]
[indent]26[/indent]
[color=faebd7]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Asexual[/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Home[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=faebd7]Father[/color]
[indent]Sha Lu - A humble fisherman who’d made a living on the shores of Yi Ti, putting to full use of the bountiful waters of the Jade Sea. Lycoris doesn’t remember much about him, save for the scent of sea salt that’d lingered on his skin long after he’d returned from a long day at sea, and the look on his face as marauding slavers drove a pike through his neck.[/indent]
[color=faebd7]Mother[/color]
[indent]Qing Na - A kind, portly woman who spent her days tending to her children and selling the fish her husband caught at the market. Lycoris remembers peeking out from behind her skirts as she fended off haggling customers. Her fate, however, remains unclear to Lycoris, though he holds little hope in his heart that she still lives.[/indent]
[color=faebd7]Siblings[/color]
[indent]Sha Xian - Sha Lu and Qing Na’s first son; died in infancy from an untreated fever.

Sha Ruo - Lycoris’ sister, older than him by five years. With choppy, black locks and crooked teeth from one too many scuffles with the neighbourhood children, she’d been a boisterous child who dreamt of things far beyond her station, at least until her capture by Volantene slavers when she turned fifteen.[/indent]
[color=faebd7]Religion[/color]
[indent]R’hllor[/indent]

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[color=faebd7]Strengths[/color]
[list][*]Lycoris is a capable manipulator, and has a knack for subtly influencing others in order to get what he wants.
[*]Long-term consequences never escape his perception. There isn’t a moment he acts without having thought about how it might affect him in the future.
[*]As is characteristic of a red priest, Lycoris occasionally finds himself struck with prophetic visions, forecasting events of the past, present, and future. That said, however, these visions are very are often vague or misleading, and it takes no small amount of thought to make sense of them.
[*]Finally, he’s capable of evoking fire, though it’s only to a minor degree - like kindling a torch or a cold brazier.[/list]
[color=faebd7]Weaknesses[/color]
[list][*]Apart from worshippers of R’hllor, and the particularly open-minded, Lycoris has a hard time getting others to listen to his advice and opinions. Despite the slow and steady passage of time, he finds that Westeros still remains wary of anything close to sorcery.
[*]He isn’t overtly confrontational, as he’s never received any training in the art of war. He’s really no good in a fight, and you’ll never find him facing down an armoured knight in battle. The only way he can ever hope to win is through underhanded means, which fortunately, is something he has no qualms about.
[*]When he truly does take an interest in something (or someone), he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about almost everything else. He’s very often obsessive about the things he does, and the people he chooses to follow, so he can be rather inflexible in that regard.[/list]
[color=faebd7]Weapon[/color]
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[color=faebd7]Likes[/color]
[list][*]Honeyed pastries
[*]Intrigue
[*]Animals
[*]Jewelry
[*]Cowardice
[*]Sunrise[/list]
[color=faebd7]Dislikes[/color]
[list][*]Slavery
[*]Winter
[*]Children
[*]Ignorance
[*]Westerosi wine
[*]Ships[/list]
[color=faebd7]Habits[/color]
[list][*]He often finds himself unable to keep still, picking at his scars or fiddling with his robes. Months of being kept in a lightless cellar surrounded by a writhing mass of people instilled in him a sense of restlessness that he hasn’t yet shook off.
[*]Due to his rather unique upbringing, Lycoris lapses into broken Lysene and Yi Ti’ish in times of extreme emotion.
[*]He can remain unblinking for extended periods of time. It’s something he’s consciously aware of, contrary to what most people believe.[/list]
[color=faebd7]Hobbies[/color]
[list][*]Horseriding. The rocky cliffs of Storm’s End aren’t exactly conducive for such an activity, though he makes do with following Lord Baratheon around all day.
[*]Watching jousts. Painfully superficial, but what can you do? It’s almost as if he’s slowly becoming Westerosi.
[*]Praying. There’s something comforting about knowing that the Lord of Light is watching over you.[/list]
[color=faebd7]Fears[/color]
[list][*]Enclosed spaces - once again due to the time he spent aboard the slave ship.
[*]Losing everything he’s worked for and having to go back to being a lowly slave.
[*]Dying. Despite all that he’s gone through, he still fears mortality as much as everyone else.[/list]

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[color=faebd7]Personality[/color]
[indent]At first glance, Lycoris might seem like someone you could easily befriend. He’s usually affable, polite and good-natured, but that’s only if you have something he needs. Deceptively charming and friendly, he is exceptionally skilled at talking his way out of any and all situations. For all his lies and trickery, however, he is damned good at what he does, and never makes a promise he does not intend to keep. Depending on which day of the week you catch him on, he can either be your best friend or your worst enemy. To his subjects, he’s always cordial, almost sickeningly sweet, giving them exactly what they want, each and every time they come crawling back.

As for those he has no need of, however, they often find themselves put off by his unfriendly exterior. Going from an almost saccharine geniality to a tepid monotone is a specialty of his. He doesn’t abide by anyone’s rules apart from his own, though he’s very good at pretending otherwise, biding his time until he can snatch up the prize. Naturally venomous, aloof, and even distant, he is used to putting on a variety of faces to achieve the means to an end.

While he does surround himself with dark and dangerous people who most certainly do not mean well, and it is no secret that he’d rather serve himself instead of lifting an arm to help others, one should not forget that while Lycoris is a priest of R’hllor, that doesn’t mean that he’s heartless or without morals. He isn’t a cruel man; he does not believe in unnecessary violence towards others. He kills only when necessary, preferring to resort to other measures to achieve his ends.

Interestingly, while he has a rather obnoxious habit of grandstanding, he has very little tolerance of the habit in others. Lycoris, whenever the situation allows it, frequently admonishes others to get to the point. But with a keen wit, a penchant for absurdism, and a horrifyingly macabre streak, you get the sense that he always has a snicker hidden at the corner of his mouth, even if everyone around him is a little afraid to join in.[/indent]
[color=faebd7]History[/color]
[indent]Lycoris was born Sha He, in a small fishing village right on the edge of Yi Ti. He lived a stable yet unremarkable life as the youngest son of a fisherman and his wife. He’d been a shy, introverted child, often driven to tears as his fiery, red hair marked him as a target of ridicule early on in life. Instead of seeing his unusual hair color for what it was - the result of a recessive gene born from distant Asshai’i relations - the other villagers thought of it as an omen, a warning of turbulent times to come. His family, however, remained steadfast in their support. Many a time, as he waded through the churning, green shallows of the Jade Sea, he dreamt of fleeing Yi Ti, and leaving his life behind. [i]Surely[/i], there had to be something out there for him, far beyond the horizon. He almost believed that nothing could be worse than the whisperings behind his back, and the bruises he got from neighbourhood bullies. Little did he know, however, that there [i]was[/i] an opportunity that awaited him, though it came in a form neither he nor anyone else expected.

From the Free Cities came a fleet of slaving ships, intent on pillaging small seaside towns for the young and able-bodied. Lycoris and his sister, Sha Ruo, were among those taken, though they ended up on separate ships, each emblazoned with unique symbols and headed to different destinations. Lycoris didn’t know why or how the slavers came so far; perhaps the slavers were running out of resources on their own continent, or maybe it was just a need to satisfy curiosities about the Golden Empire. Whatever the reason, however, he couldn’t find it in himself to care after he was locked below deck with a mass of shivering, sweating bodies.

Days stretched into weeks, and weeks stretched into months. It seemed like an eternity before the ship finally made its way back to Essos. Lycoris thought it a miracle that he even survived the long, arduous journey. He’d seen with his own two eyes as child after child drop dead in the damp, dark cellar, flies swarming their bodies before the ship’s crew finally got around to dumping them overboard. And then, for the first time in months, he set foot on solid ground, the warm, golden sun beating down on his skin. Of course, none of that distracted him from the cold, iron shackles around his wrists and ankles, nor the appraising gazes of rich men who sought a new slave to add to their collection.

He spent a year as an errand boy to a Lyseni noble, before the man finally grew tired of his reluctance to carry out his tasks. Deciding that he could make a pretty penny selling the boy off to a local brothel - the madames were always looking for fresh meat - he had his seneschal haul Lycoris off to one without delay. He should count himself lucky, he supposed, that he was only there for a month, though he still loathed the experience with every fibre of his being. While passing one of the many Red Temples in Lys, the high  priestess saw him, and offered him a new, more respectable life as a servant to R’hllor. Needless to say, he jumped at the opportunity; going back to that dreadful place was the last thing he wanted. The high priestess gave him a new name, in reflection of his new life - Lycoris.

It was a decade later when he finally completed his training. Now a grown man, he was also a priest of R’hllor, a servant to the Lord of Light. The high priestess sent him to Westeros, as an envoy of sorts. For the most part, Westerosi were still reluctant to accept the teachings of R’hllor, and they were going to need more than an army to fend off the Great Other. Thus, Lycoris arrived to new lands and faces, eventually rising in rank to become an unofficial advisor to the Baratheons.[/indent]
[color=faebd7]Theme Song[/color]
[indent][url=http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqw4wo8vdY8]Fineshrine – Purity Ring[/url]
[sub]“Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you”[/sub][/indent]

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[color=faebd7]Extra Stuff[/color]
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