[Hider=Rylen][B]Name:[/b] Rylen Tyrell
[B]Age:[/b] 35
[B]Appearance:[/b]
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Standing at a height of 6ft2, Rylen has always been the tallest of his brothers despite being the youngest. He would strike an imposing figure if not for his laidback, nonchalant attitude. Classic brunette curls atop his head, his head was shorn close to the scalp when he returned from Essos but he has let it, along with his beard, grow out of late. Scars are dotted about his body which he likes to point at and laugh (but fail to explain how he got them). Though age is beginning to creep up on him, he was born much later than his brothers and still has some liveliness about him. 

[B]Biography:[/b] 

Born the third and youngest brother to Leo and Rycherd Tyrell, Rylen was never expected to live up to high expectations, or at least he decided from a young age that it would be more fun to set the bar low for himself. Whilst his two elder brothers were dutiful and hardworking, Rylen has always been much more relaxed, preferring to take every day as it comes. He once even went missing for two days when he drank too much and fell asleep in the middle of Highgardens maze. This however, is not to say that he is completely useless. Charming and able to speak with a natural ease, Rylen has always had the ability to talk nearly anyone into anything. There were many avenues in life this could've taken the young rose - the advisor to a lord or king, merchant, the leader of a ragtag crew of misfits & heathens. But life had another path for Rylen... 

When he was but 17, he met and fell in love with with Rhea of House Reyne. Theirs was a whirlwind romance, not driven by political motivations or forced upon by voyeuristic family members. No, they were truly in love and after a courtship of only 4 months, were due to marry. Until...disaster struck! Rhea, by what was deemed to be an accident, fell out of one of the highest windows in Castamere. She was instantly dead, head crushed and all that. Rylen however was absolutely and unequivocally convinced it was not an accident. Of course, he had no idea [i]who[/i] was behind it but he was sure it must have been foul play. Yet neither his family nor the Reynes believed it, quickly turning to other matters once she had been laid to rest. His frustrations grew and he knew he had not the skills to find out for himself. So he left. 

Still a boy not yet having reached his 18th year, Rylen stowed aboard a merchants ship to Essos. He had little money, save for the small pouch of gold he had been able to grab and life was at first, difficult. Rylen does not speak much of this time, save for pointing out the few small scars he got. But he was young and had a sharp mind and even sharper tongue. He became a dab hand at trading, learnt more languages can he could count on both hands, and acquired a very decent tan. 

There are many rumours regarding his essosi exploits. That he entered the House of black and white, that he took a Lysene wife and together they ran a pleasure house, that he learnt   bastardised High Valarian from a Tyroshi merchant, and that he was highly important in the Myrish lace trade. Rylen only laughs when these rumours are brought up, neither confirming or denying the tales. It is up to others to decide what may or may not be true. 

Rylen finally returned at the age of 34, somehow having heard of his brothers death, and has remained in Westeros ever since. Now he lives a life of luxury. Occassionally he will go travelling but most often he can be found at Highgarden, paying no mind to political affairs and mostly working on his tan. There are also mutterings that he is writing a book about his exploits, but again in response to these he simply smiles and slathers on more oil.[/hider]