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[color=gold]Name:[/color] Nyla Martell

[color=gold]Age:[/color] 19 (born 183AC)

[color=gold]Appearance:[/color]

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Dark of locks and amber of eyes, Nyla looks every bit a Martell. No longer living in Dorne, her skin is paler than it used to be but easily adopts an olive tone when exposed to the sun. She likes to take the latest in courtly fashion and make it more...salty, as she puts it. This usually involves making something more revealing or easier to manouvere in, and often lands her in trouble. Extremely unpredictable in both manner and appearance, one moment she will happily be wearing one of her many fine dresses, and the next she will have it covered in dirt & dust. Lithe in frame, Nyla seems to have an ability to hide in spaces that she should not be able to and is fairly agile by nature. And though pretty of face, the permanant mischevious smile she dons has a tendency to ruin this for some. 

[color=gold]Description & biography:[/color]

Nyla is said to be the younger sister of Maron and Myriah Martell. In reality, she is the illegitimate daughter of Maron. But the prince was unwilling to give her the Sand surname and wishing for her to live life free of the chains of Bastardy, it was instead proclaimed that she was but a sibling. She has never known the identity of her mother, though she likes to fantasise. Perhaps she was a Dothraki or a traveller from far away lands. Perhaps she was from one of the other great families in Westeros. Or perhaps, a perhaps she likes to ignore, she was simply another whore. Someone to be easily forgotten and ignored. 

Her early years were spent in Sunspear. As a Martell she was doted upon and had want for nothing. She particularly had a fondness for the sand steeds and quickly became a proficient rider. But she was a tempestuous child, prone to changes in mood as quickly as a sandstorm may appear. Sometimes gentle, sometimes ferocious, Dorne only served to enhance these attributes. She would oft go missing, sneaking off to the bazaars of the shadow city or to steal fruit from one of the many blood orange groves, she saw no reason that she could not do exactly as she wished. But Maron heard of her mischief and when she was but 8 years old, demanded that she became a ward of the royal family, lest she learn some manners. This did not sit well with the young girl who frequently tried to run away in those early days, once even managing to persuade a merchant to allow her aboard his ship, and would likely have gotten to Pentos if she had not been found. 

Though she resisted, courtly life did have its benefits, and Nyla was able to see much of Westeros, spending her time between King's Landing, Dragonstone and Summerhall, to name a few. She liked to listen in on meetings and would be apt to sit under tables until she was dragged out of the room. And though she would be loathe to admit it, she was drawn towards politics and its tangled web, watching the events unfold in awe...if from afar. The Targaryens both scared and bored her, and she could never decide if she liked them or not, so different were they from the Dornish people. She would tease as far as she was allowed, but usually saved her mischevious nature for others.

It [I]was[/I] rumoured that her brother intended for her to marry a Targaryen as he and his sister had before. But so far no such plotting has been seen and Nyla has repeatedly insisted that she would rather marry a hog than a Targaryen.

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