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Name:Seran of Lys, "Magpie"

Age:24

Affiliation: Himself and his sister. 

Appearance: Seran is rather well built, although not excessively tall. The blood of ancient Valyria runs strong in his veins, like many Lyseni, giving him a rather striking appearance with pale skin, silver hair and blue eyes. Seran has a rather affeminate face that bears an uncanny resemblance to his sister, and high cheekbones. He usually keeps his hair very short, almost shy of shaving his entire head. He has a couple of scars on his face from his sellsword trade located in the jaw and forehead. While he usually doesn't make extra effort when grooming, he wears a perfume his sister chose to him, made of fragant lilies. 

Profession:Sellsword, Adventurer

Equipment: Seran usually wears a rather worn boiled leather armor, complemented with chainmail and a breastplate, since he can't afford a full plate armor (yet). He also wields a worn longsword and shield. He also owns a pot helmet and a shield with no coat of arms. He also carries writing supplies and a diary. He also owns a pet magpie (hence his name) who he has trained in doing tricks like fetching coins or barking like a dog.

Seran has also managed to land his hands in the most rare of all loot, a single dragon egg, grey in color. He guards it zealously, alongside his sister.

Skills: Seran has always been a survivor, and as such he has accumulated a wealth of skills over the years with varied fields and purposes. One could say his most defining skill is his quick learning and ability to adapt and climb ranks. Seran has taken good care of culturing his mind, and he's competent in history, geography, diplomacy, strategies and trading. He is fluent in the Lysene dialect, as well as High Valyrian. Forced to take up arms to obtain coin for him and his sister, Seran is good at fighting, although he has no clear style nor preferred weapon, his disposition being a crude mishmash of several stances and styles. Seran will go as far as using his legs and head as weapons. It gets the job done, but he'd be hard pressed to win any tournament against the best swords of the kingdom, as highly skilled specialists can trumph him easily in competitions. 

Biography: Seran, alongside his younger brother Doloran and his sister Lysara were born from two merchants, although it was far from a happy union. Seran's mother came from an old but empoverished house of Lys, who arranged a marriage with a wealthy wine merchant for a large dowry, a fact that the merchant reminded the haughty woman constantly. The woman quipped back by saying that her house had been paramours of the Targayen several times, and that she might carry Targayen blood. He treated her harshly whenever this happened, more like a pillow slave rather than a proper wife, and Seran himself recalls a time he almost strangled her when he found out that Doloran had been born crippled from the waist down, and would never walk in his life. Seran however, like many Lyseni, learnt quickly to hide his true feelings behind a complacent smile, all while the fiendish figure of his own father made sure to break his image of the world and relating how ugly people truly were. Beneath his obedient nature, his heart ached for his mother and brother, and he became jaded to the suffering of others as a result of keeping up with the grief. He nevertheless helped his younger, less fortunate brother in every way he could, for he was the only person he could unconditionally trust in this world. 

When Lysara was born, the suffering of her mother abruptly ended, as her life was extinguished the same day she was delivered. Despite all the harsh treatment, something inside the old man broke, as Seran noticed how his ruthless yet efficient approach to business became more and more erratic with each passing day, spending large sums in courtesans and often arriving so drunk at the household he could barely stand. Seran tried to shoulder the burden of the man's mishaps in order to support both of his siblings, but he could do very little but watch the family's wealth trickle little by little. Eventually, the situation got so bad that Seran's father wanted to find comfort in the 11-year old Lysara's body during his drunken frenzy after losing the last of his wealth. Seran could not abide by this, so he used his savings, and that of Doloran's, to pay some sellswords to teach him to fight, so he could perform the deed with his own hands.

He didn't succeed. Not for lack of trying, but because someone beat him to it. When he arrived to the household, sword in hand, his father was agonizing over his own vomit, as a scornful Lysara watched the poisoned man breathe his last. "He was a bad man, brother." She said to him, breaking in tears soon afterwards. Seran took his other two siblings after the fateful event, and fled from the city, taking refuge among where the outcast of Essos went: The mercenary companies. 

It wasn't an easy task to bring forth a crippled youth and a young girl alongside a couple of able arms to a company, but thanks to the bargaining skills of the trio they succeeded in some sort of understanding. Seran would serve in the frontlines, Doloran, who had done nothing but read and write in his life, would be help in accounting, appraising and classifying spoils and rewards, and Lysara would help with the campament's chores, by helping the wounded and providing food. 

One day, after a bountiful plunder on a merchant caravan with exotic goods, Seran was so inebriated he entered an outrageous card game with the company commander, with bets going so far and outlandish as his own sister's virginity against a plundered fossilized dragon egg from Asshai. Ultimately, and thankfully for Lysara, Seran won the card game and the egg, which he promptly gave to his sister in an attempt to pacify her. However, after the drunken stupor had passed, the commander called foul play in an attempt to hide his embarassing mistake, and tried to take both Seran's sister and the egg by the force, but a timely intervention by Doloran twarthed his efforts.

Doloran was himself mortally wounded, and both siblings fleed once again, frantically searching for any measure to keep their middle brother alive. But it was to no avail. Doloran breathed his last not hours after he was wounded, his bloody hands clutching the egg and making febrile claims of it being alive somehow.

Doloran passed away. Heartbroken, Seran decided to crush the egg in rage, but her own sister halted his hand, stating she too, could feel what Doloran was talking about. With no small hesitation, Seran placed his hand on the Egg. It felt warm, somehow, but he couldn't distinguish whether it was due to the egg or his brother's warm corpse.

Maybe the stories about Targayen blood that her mother spoke were true, after all. It was worth a shot trying to find out if the egg could hatch. Lysara recalled that Essosi spoke stories of Queen Daenerys pulling a similar feat, and she didn't need to convince his brother for long. Both decided to go to King's Landing with the egg.
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Name: Lysara of Lys, "Silver Spider" 
Age:17
Affiliation: Herself and her brother.
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Profession: Courtesan, Healer, Trader
Equipment: Lysara carries a small concealed dagger in her person at all times. She also carries a grey, polished dragon egg which she guards as if she were her own babe. She only trusts her brother with the egg when she can't carry it.
Skills: Lysara has always taken the role of the gentle soothing hand in a world of violence. She always keeps her composture and she is no stranger to the arts of Lys, both the loving arts...as well as the poisoning ones. She is a good singer, an excellent diplomat and information broker, a hard bargainer and an outstanding healer, in those rare cases people get hurt in her presence.SHe is fluent in several Valyrian dialects, as well as High Valyrian. She also knows some cooking and alchemy. Lysara is also a ruthless planner, and has taken the niche spot of Doloran in the original trio, often being the actual mind behind his brother's schemes.

Biography: Lysara was born the third child of a broken household. From an early age, her mother was missing as she had died in childbirth, and his father was more eager to find love bought with coins than actual parenting. Young Lysara was cared for, alright, but woefully neglected. She only found small comfort in her two brothers, her eldest Seran, and Doloran. Being bound to the household because of his inability to walk, Doloran was the one who kept young Lysara's hopes up, as the sibling kept reading and teaching Lysara of tales of old and new. Lysara, much like Doloran, believed that her mother's household line came straight from Valyrian aristocracy, and that once upon a time, their ancestors had been paramours to Targayen, and that perhaps, there was some Targayen blood in them. Such a fairytale kept her hopes up, all while her father kept wasting their money and her eldest, Seran had become aloof and strained, trying to pick up the lack of management of their father. 

Lysara begun to resent her own father in secret, and she eventually came across the old Lysene arts of deceit and poisoning. When the greedy pig tried to touch her, she had already began plotting his demise. Yes, that would make everyone happy. Seran and Doloran. She thought it was the right thing to do. But, when the deed was done, she didn't find comfort. Only sadness. As the old man struggled for his last breath after sipping a poisoned cup of wine, Lysara was brought to tears. Truthfully, she regretted killing that man. She could've tried other things. But now it was too late.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Seran took both siblings into hiding. Lysara, alongside Doloran, vowed eachother they would always help Seran, no matter what. Their efforts had to be redoubled when Seran negotiated joining a certain mercenary company, but Lysara's acid remarks and Doloran's quick thinking overcame the obstacle... for a time. Lysara was then introduced to the ungrateful life of a camp woman, and while learning the healing arts as a net benefit (as another pair of nimble small hands was always welcome to stitch wounds and clean sores was always welcome), she found increasingly hard to keep her act and demure with the crass and brutish behaviour of the other mercenaries. Knowing full well that she had everything to lose should things become physical, she used instead her sweet demeanor and extracted information to get leverage from said mercenaries, aided by Doloran when doing so. Her chastity was safe for now, but grudges began to appear, and eventually it all exploded in a huge mess when she obtained a dragon egg due to no small amount of luck.

After a successful raid on a merchant caravan, the company had gained a wealth of exotic goods that could fill up the coffers. She had never seen Seran so drunk in his entire life, and she had to stay her hand when he engaged in an embarassing card bet with the commander offering her maidenhood agains the chief treasure of the plunder, a rock-like egg. Her chastity! She was truly outraged at the fact, but luckily for both, Seran somehow managed to win the bet, and obtained a dragon egg. Lysara was still furious, but she cooled down quickly as Seran offered the egg to her. The egg was truly marvelous, and even the level headed Doloran claimed it seemed more than it met the eye. Others thought it was petrified, but she could see it was somehow alive. But the price of that egg ended up being too costly as Doloran received a nasty wound in the gut while he interposed himself between his sisters and the commander that wanted both woman and egg, after waking up of his drunken stupor and realizing he had been had. With her knowledge of healing arts, she knew he was beyond help. Seran, bless his soul, carved a bloody path through the now hostile mercenaries, and they all three managed to get out and maintain Doloran alive enough to hear his last words, while clutching the now family treasure. He regretted not seeing it hatch, seeing how it seemed to be warm.

Seran was furious. He almost smashed the egg. But Lysara stepped up, and stayed his brother's hands. She quickly pieced together the most appealing story, from fragments of the tales of the passing Doloran about Targayen blood, and her own pinch of Essosi tales about Queen Daenerys bringing forth dragons from petrified eggs.

Knowing that both had outstayed their welcome among the Essosi mercenaries, both agreed to move forward rather than retreat to flee, and thus head to Westeros, in order to find the way to hatch the treasure their middle brother defended with his life.

Notes: Court at own risk.
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