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[sub][COLOR=darkgray][b]Age:[/b] 21
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[b]Allegiance:[/b] Nominally loyal to King Daeron II Targaryen[/COLOR][/sub]
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[INDENT][sup][COLOR=darkgray]Rella Sand is unmistakably Dornish in her looks — olive-skinned and dark-haired, with the kind of easy, sun-warmed beauty that draws eyes in any court. She is buxom and carries herself with the relaxed confidence of someone who has never been made to feel small, a quality that reads as charm in some rooms and as arrogance in others. The single feature that betrays her father's blood is her eyes, a clear and startling purple around an inner halo of turquoise and yellow.  She dresses well and with some extravagance, favouring the flowing Dornish styles she grew up with over the more structured fashions of King's Landing, and shows little interest in adjusting this to suit her audience. She has the hands of someone who has sailed and ridden and handled herself in foreign ports, though she would not describe herself as rough.[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
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[COLOR=darkgray][b]◼ Notable Skills:[/b] An easy facility with languages, having picked up snatches of Valyrian, the Summer tongue and several Essosi dialects through her travels. A natural social intelligence that she consistently overestimates in politically complex situations. Comfortable at sea and in foreign courts in a way that most highborn women of Westeros are not.
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[b]◼ Valuables:[/b] A collection of curiosities and gifts accumulated across her travels — jewellery, silks and small luxuries from the Summer Isles and the Free Cities. Combined incomes from two courts who would rather pay her than upset her.
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[b]◼ Retinue:[/b] A Dornish serving woman who has accompanied her since childhood and has spent years quietly managing the consequences of Rella's decisions.[/color][/sup][/indent][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b]
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][indent]Rella Sand was born at King's Landing to a Dornish noblewoman who had come north as part of the attending party of Princess Myriah Martell, brought to court for the marriage of Myriah to the then-Prince Daeron. Her mother, Tamara Sand,  was a natural daughter of the Prince of Dorne by a noble paramour, a woman of good blood but uncertain standing in a less accepting foreign court. This made her an entirely suitable conquest for Aegon, who had never been known to let political disaster trouble him. Rella was the result, and both babe and mother were quietly shipped back to Dorne before she had begun to show too obviously. They remained awhile at Sunspear, before Tamara returned as one of her sister's favoured ladies, with a young girl the court politely deciding to ignore had vibrant purple eyes.

She grew up between the two courts depending on the waxing and waning whims of the Unworthy towards the Dornish delegation. Knowing precisely what she was and finding it, on the whole, more interesting than troubling. Through her mother she carries the blood of the Prince of Dorne, making Maron and Myriah Martell her half-uncle and half-aunt by her mother's line, and through her father she is of the blood of the dragon. It is a curious doubling of connections, she has Dornish blood that the Martells do not quite claim and Targaryen blood that the court does not quite acknowledge. The Martells regard her with the an amount of warmth reserved for relatives whose existence is mildly inconvenient. The court of Daeron II tolerates her the way it tolerates a number of inconvenient consequences of Aegon's reign.

She has filled the gaps this distance creates with travel. By the time she was sixteen she had been to Tyrosh and Lys, had spent half a year at a merchant's court in the Summer Isles, and had accumulated enough stories to hold a dinner table for an evening and enough enemies to make a second visit inadvisable in at least two of the cities. She claims to have been fast friends with the Sealord but no one really knows enough to contest this. She returned to King's Landing because it remained the most comfortable place to be comfortable in, and because she has not yet found anywhere she would rather be permanently.[/indent][/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]Rella Sand is nominally at court in support of Daeron II's cause, insofar as the court feeds and houses her and she has no particular wish to see it fall. Her loyalty is less a conviction than a default — she has never been given sufficient reason to choose otherwise, and the Blackfyre cause has not yet offered her anything interesting enough to change that calculation. She is aware that the rebellion makes her position somewhat delicate, given that her Targaryen blood, however bastard, makes her a figure of at least theoretical interest to both sides. She finds this more flattering than alarming, which is characteristic of her.

As the conflict increases in intensity, Rella has taken it upon herself to travel to the Reach, taking with her a small but loyal band of crew and marines from her journeys. If she seeks to do anything more than explore more of the world is unclear, but most could surely worry she's is absoulutely intending to do [i]something[/i].[/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][sub]__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/COLOR][/INDENT]