[center][h1][color=maroon]House Redwyne[/color][/h1][/center]

[hider=Lord Arthur Redwyne]
[center][h1][color=maroon]Lord Arthur Redwyne[/color][/h1]

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[b]Age:[/b] 63 

[b]Seat:[/b] Arbor

[b]Heir:[/b] Julian Redwyne

[b]Personality:[/b] Arthur promised himself, when he became the Lord of Arbor, that he would never be cruel nor cowardly. And to his quiet pride, he doesn't think that he ever allowed himself to be either of those. Always trying his best to be fair, with perhaps too soft of a heart for his children, he was slightly henpecked by his late wife (who died in childbirth with his daughter, Arlenna). Quiet people tend to have the loudest minds, and Arthur is a clever man. Extremely skilled with bookkeeping, he can proudly say that he has never caused there to be an anomaly or mistake in the accounts of Highgarden. 

He is extremely loyal to the House of Tyrell, and enjoys close relations with them, having taught Garland Tyrell skills in administration. He sees them as family of sorts. Arthur always doted on the Tyrell children when away from his own - slipping them sweets when they were younger, and perhaps the occasional chocolate liqeur when they became older. And of course, who better to ask for wine?

[b]Biography:[/b] Arthur inherited the title of Lord from his father, Edder Redwyne, at the age of 35. His father had died needlessly, he'd always said, an attack on some pirate ships who'd decided to plunder ships leaving their bay. His father had been the type to like taking care of business himself - and unfortunately, some low-born lackey had managed to find his mark. Thankfully, Arthur had not been a young, naive man anymore; he managed to take hold of the Arbor quite fine. The Arbor, at that point, was growing into a prosperous trading port. Under Arthur's scrupulous eye, it flourished like the vineyards that grew the grapes for their wine.
He became Gregor Tyrell's Master of Coin for a few years, taking pride in his title and work. Working with his friend and books brought him happiness, and although he was away from Arbor, he found it a fair price. When Gregor died, Arthur was incredibly saddened, but offered his assistance to the young boy, Garland. He'd seen the young man grow into a handsome lord, and thought him a good man. He has been living in Highgarden for the most part, although he takes the time to visit Arbor. His children live there, but often come to visit him - it's easier that way.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Arthur is a man of average height, standing at around 5,11" with a slender build. While his build is slender, he is still fighting fit - muscle fills him out, although perhaps not as much as it used to (much to his chagrin). Thankfully, most of his duties require paper and pen and the gift of the gab as opposed to actual fighting. His high metabolism has been a godsend, considering the amount of sugar and wine he consumes. 

The first thing one would notice about Arthur is his red cheeks. Ruddy and most prominent on his high cheekbones, they make him look jolly - what with his usual smile, they suit him. Most probably, they're a result of years of excessive wine. He's had his fair share of teasing about them, but he knows that it's all in good fun. Arthur has short grey hair, cut into gentle waves that suit his easygoing nature. His eyes are light blue, framed by dark eyelashes that hint at his original hair color, and salt-and-pepper eyebrows. His complexion is light, apart from his cheeks, from many hours spent inside. 
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[hider=Ser Julian Redwyne]
[center][h1][color=Firebrick]Ser Julian Redwyne[/color][/h1]

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[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Seat:[/b] N/A 

[b]Heir:[/b] Father's brother, Dallin Redwyne

[b]Personality:[/b] Julian is quick to smile and even quicker to laugh. He's quite the optimist, perhaps to the point of overlooking pitfalls. Skilled in the physical and strategy, Julian would have made a better knight than future lord - he isn't particularly clever when it comes to money or diplomacy. Thankfully, he's a charmer, and kind to boot; he's similar to his father, in that way. That's not to say that Julian hasn't killed a man, but he is always reluctant to escalate a situation. 

Julian isn't particularly loyal to his father; he's more loyal to himself. Sometimes his love for his family and friends can cloud his judgement. He is also susceptible to being reckless when angry - but it takes quite a lot to enrage him. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Julian is a handsome fellow who stands at 6,2" with his father's slim build, leanly muscular and only just growing out of being lanky. Although he is certainly strong, and can wield a sword with no trouble, the other young knights often stand far broader and heavier. To make up for this, he's learned to move more quickly - heavy armor isn't a love of his, due to it impeding his movement and weighing down on his slim frame. 

Julian has an attractive face, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline (albeit not particularly square nor wide). His eyebrows arch highly over his typical Redwyne blue eyes, often giving him a look of slight surprise - or skepticism, depending on what the rest of his face is doing. He has thin, wide lips and dark blond curly hair to just below his ears. Unfortunately, he did not inherit the dark hair of his father - he sometimes laments how he could have been, 'tall, dark and handsome,' if not for his mother's lighter side. 

His armour is usually lighter than the typical knight's. It is reminiscent of his house's banner, pale blue interspersed with maroon accents - blue being a dye hard to come by, it has drawn some attention. Overall, the handiwork is elegant and streamlined. His breastplate features a bunch of grapes, but his helmet is plainer. His sword is a slim model, easily wielded by one hand. Often having to spend time on the decks of his father's navy, battles at sea tend to be fought at close quarters, and speed is of the essence. 

[b]Biography:[/b] Julian grew up in a loving household, with his mother until age 4. He was too young to fully process her death, but he missed her still - he knew that she was gone. After this, his father seemed to spend more time at Arbor and less at home. Of course, he wanted for nothing as a Redwyne, but he couldn't help a feeling of abandonment and slight resentment toward Arthur. As if to make up for the lack of a father figure for her, he became incredibly protective over his sister, Arlenna. 

His own male role model came in the form of his father's head knight at Arbor, who was also assigned the task of training him - after all, Julian was the heir to Arbor, and only the finest of Arthur's men could do. His name was Darron Millon, and he had been a wandering hedge knight before being recruited into Arbor's forces. A few years of impressive service and bravery later, he had moved through the ranks to be a respected and admired knight. Darron not only taught Julian how to swing a sword, but also how to ride a horse into battle, and survive in the wilderness. They grew close, and Julian sees more of a father in him than in Arthur. 

Of course, Julian and his sister sometimes went to Highgarden to visit their father and socialise with the other noble houses present. He found a fellow mischief-maker in Garland, and he has many fond memories of the weeks that he stayed there. Unfortunately, with the turmoil throwing Westeros into chaos, he hasn't made the trip to Highgarden for quite a while. 
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[hider=Lady Arlenna Redwyne]
[center][h1][color=crimson]Lady Arlenna Redwyne[/color][/h1]

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[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Personality:[/b] The women of the Reach are famous for their wit, and Lady Arlenna Redwyne is no exception. With a knack for a quizzically raised eyebrow, Arlenna seemed to always have an innate sense for the correct sharp word at the right time. Never self-deprecating, her skill was learned through observation. She has a knack for reading people, perhaps helped by her own sensitivity. Not that she ever showed this sensitivity in public - she has a reputation to hold up, after all. 

Her gift of the gab comes in most useful when her eye is on a handsome knight - although, she's never come to any romantic fruition with them. It's only recently that she's become more womanly, and she enjoys the extra attention, the feeling of being looked at. She can be rather coy, quite unopposed to a well-timed fluttering of her eyelashes - after all, the man needs to be the one approaching her. 

She doesn't have much of a stomach for blood, and likes to see the world as beautiful. She is naive to the senseless brutality of twisted men and women. Arlenna is the type of person who takes joy in colors, music, art - her smile is never wider than when walking along the port, seeing the weird and wonderful things being brought in from distant lands. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Arlenna stands at 5,9", taller than the average person. Then again, the noble houses of Westeros are no average people, and she is not entirely out of place around them. Her frame is willowy, like her brother's, and unfortunately (in her opinion) her bust is not that much larger than his either. At least she appears elegant, and carries herself with grace.

Arlenna is not as similar to her brother in the face. Her features come across as sweeter, more innocent, with cheeks that have not yet lost their roundness. Dark eyebrows and eyelashes set off her light blue eyes, and a soft smattering of freckles are dusted across the bridge of her nose. Her lips are small and pert, often slightly pouted. Arlenna's hair is dark brown as her father's once was, dead straight and to the center of her back. 

Usually, Arlenna's hair is pinned into a hairstyle befitting that of a lady - either up or down. She enjoys wearing her elegant gowns, often made from exotic material that has passed through her father's port. Her gowns change from day to day, so it can't be said that she stays in any particular one. 

[b]Biography:[/b] Arlenna barely knew her mother, being only 2 years old when she died. However, she felt her absence keenly as she grew older. While her brother had his knight, she only had an older septa who taught her to be a lady. They were never so close as her brother was to his mentor, Arlenna finding the woman abrasive - this was where she learned to sharpen her tongue. Not that she didn't get into some trouble for it, but it was worth it, in her opinion. 

On her trips to Highgarden with Julian, from the age of 12 she'd sighed at the sight of Garland. He was beautiful, to her - strong and with all the attributes of a knight (in her eyes). The crush on him never really faded, the flames in her heart stoked every time she visited. Of course, her brother had noticed, and had teased her for it - but he'd never been unkind enough to do it in front of Garland. 

In her 16th year, she blossomed from a child to a young woman, and enjoyed the extra attention that came with it. She shared only a few kisses with a few handsome knights, but it always felt like she was imagining someone else holding her. Simply put, she wasn't satisfied.

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