Asura

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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There he stood. The proving ground. The line inside WcDenji's. There were many proving grounds to come, and each with their own distinct challenges, but this one? He had conquered this one before. He knew what he wanted, knew what alterations to make. He rehearsed them in his mind, one after the other, carefully preparing himself. Saika had even gone so far as to put in her order first, giving him ample time to prepare himself. All he had to do was march right up to the cashier, tell her what he wanted for breakfast, and then wait for his order.

But few things could have prepared him for what occurred next. It was still early, but his companion hadn't ordered breakfast. He knew the WcDenji's breakfast well. Enjoyed it quite a bit, even. The eggs were always well-cooked, the hash browns tasty, and their apple pies were wonderful. Even their hotcakes, drenched in the tiny little cups of syrup he so valiantly struggled against, counted themselves amongst his favorite fast food items. But he couldn't just order breakfast. Saika had decided to have an early lunch, clearly, and he would look a fool if he were to undermine her decision like that. Worse yet, she had finished her order, leaving him to step up and take command of the situation.

It was a difficult decision. But, if he was to become a Pro-Hero, he would have to make many difficult decisions in the years to follow. A Hero had to be decisive, unflinching in the face of adversity, and prepared for any eventuality. As he loomed heavy before the counter, there was a resolve behind his eyes. He knew what to do.

"Hi. I'll uh, I'll have two WcMuffins, a WcSizzle large, some WcWedges, with extra Wac sauce if ya can. A BigWac, two Quarter Drowners, one with cheese, and uh... Y'know, what the heck? Throw a WcNib in there," It was bold enough to order a hybrid of both the breakfast and lunch menus, but to add in a limited menu option like the WcNib? What a rush.

"Oh! And a diet Mr Peter, please an' thank ya. Tryna watch my sugar."

While the poor worker clicked away at his order, he stood off to the side with Saika, feeling positively radiant with his snap decision making. Bringing up his relatives once again caused his hand to go to his head, rubbing bashfully at the back of it.

"I dunno. I've never really been this far away from home before, so I'm already kinda missin' my folks," He admitted, as sheepish as someone of his stature could, "My gramps went by Mariner when he was still bustin' heads in the street, but he's mostly in the management game now. Ya probably wouldn't have heard of my sis, on account of her just startin', but she goes by Frenzy. Y'know, like... Like feedin' frenzy?"

He hadn't much liked the name when she told him, but he didn't dare mention that. After all, he couldn't deny the symbolism it evoked was... accurate, to say the least.

"How 'bout you? Your folks in the business? Or are you a first generation?"

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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Murasame's eyes flickered with recognition at Saika's explanation. What a relief. He had almost been right, of course, but rather than a sign of overexertion, it was just an unfortunate side effect of her power. He almost felt bad for making a little scene about it. He was no stranger to how a Quirk could inconvenience one's daily life, after all. Having undue attention drawn to it, being made to feel like a freak for it, those feelings had haunted him for as long as he could remember. Luckily, it seemed his classmate was much less bothered by her peculiarities than he was by his own. Enough that she had already gotten moving by the time he had fully come to terms with it all.

"I, uh, are you sure about that? We don't wanna be—" He eyes nearly bulged as he watched her set the blood so gingerly offered alight right between her palms, his gaze darting back to the grass where the previous wad had landed once or twice just to make sure it hadn't started to smolder, "—late, right? That'd be pretty bad, with it bein' the first day and all."

Paragon of timeliness that he was, the teen wasn't so sure he could convince his companion to stay the more responsible course, not least because she had already taken to the crosswalk to reach the fabled WcDenji's. He stood at the crossroads, both literally and metaphorically, as he contemplated his options. To either ford ahead on the just path, and find the school without his guide, or to cave in to temptation, and allow himself to be swayed by the promise of an early morning WcSizzle.

ぐうぐうぐうぐう

While his resolve had been strong, his body, unfortunately, had been weak. His words of wisdom, advising them to remain on track, were underpinned by a thunderous rumbling from his belly. He stood, hand outreached for a few humbling seconds, his mouth agape, before his shoulders deflated entirely, his arms hanging sadly at his side.

"Yeah, y'know, sure, I guess. I could go for some hashbrowns..."

He hurried across before the light could turn green, although with no less defeat in his stride than had been in his voice.

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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While she certainly seemed a little too casual for comfort, the girl—Saika, as she had introduced herself—couldn't have been too bad a person, seeing as though she had allowed him to accompany her to the school. She proved to be rather personable to boot, but he wasn't sure whether or not that was to his benefit, given his own difficulty with conversation. He owed her a solid attempt, though, and so he nodded along as she explained her origin.

"Yeah, I can see how it'd be a bit of an adjustment. I guess it don't bother me so much, seein' as though Osaka is pretty big. Not Tokyo big, but, y'know," He sure as sugar didn't, seeing as though the closest he had ever been to the capital was on the train up to Sapporo, but it seemed a popular enough sentiment. He words in regard to their directions weren't exactly comforting, nor was the implication that he'd intimidate the faculty. He didn't want a repeat of Miss Nakamura on his hands; having to explain to the principal that you weren't attempting to threaten your math teacher into giving you a passing mark was an experience best left firmly to the past. He had just wanted to know why the equation had marked been wrong...

His guilt over terrorized educators quickly found itself replaced by his guilt over their sudden shift in pace. His companion must have realized he had been measuring his steps so as to not eclipse her, and forced herself to try and meet his unusually long strides. Luckily, the conversation carried on before he could fret too long over it.

"Yeah, it's a bit far. But my grandpa went here when he was younger, and my sister graduated last year, so I guess Ishin is somethin' of a family thing. Didn't even think to apply to..." Murasame paused as he watched what looked to be a mouthful of blood careen from Saika's mouth and land somewhere off in the grass. His eyes immediately widened.

"Oh, jeez! Are you alright? Do we need to, uh, slow down? You really don't need to push it." The fretting returned with a vengeance—how could he have been so insensitive? He didn't know who this girl was, or what kind of Quirk she had. Maybe it was one of those Quirks he had seen on 60 Seconds, where the user's body degraded from overexertion. Pushing herself to keep up with his freakish pace must've put too much strain on her physique. There was no point in getting to school on time if he killed one of his classmates in the rush!

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

So is there any interest in the Avengers? Mowing over a potential Thorsdottir who just inherited the mantle after her dad ascended the Asgardian throne, and has to take over as the new protector of Midgard.

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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While it wasn't the worst reaction somebody had ever blurted out when he approached them, the girl's shock at his scale certainly didn't help Murasame's nerves any. But she hadn't screamed, or called for help, or offered all the yen in her wallet in return for being left alone! So, in that regard, it was his victory. An elephantine hand found its way behind his head as she sputtered through her initial thoughts and found her bearings, and the smile he offered would be considered apologetic on anybody else, but truthfully ended up the same way all his smiles did—full of far too many teeth, and with too little context.

"It's alright, I uh... I get that a lot," He explained, although when she offered to accompany him along the way, he could only nod vigorously in gratitude, "Y-Yeah! It's fine with me if it's fine with you. I'll be in your care."

Lumbering along the crosswalk after her, it took effort to withhold his sigh of relief. Not only had he managed to luck into another student, but she seemed more than willing to help him remedy his blunder. Maybe he'd actually manage to make the opening ceremony on time, if he was working on someone else's schedule. Regardless of his stroke of good fortune, however, he wasn't entirely out of the metaphorical woods. He still had to try and make small talk with the girl. Which... generally began with introductions. Which she had already asked for, moments earlier.

"Uh, right, name. I've got one of those. Mizushima Murasame. Just got in from Osaka this mornin'. I'm gonna be startin' my freshman year at Ishin today. Which, you uh, already know," Although he was sure he couldn't possibly have looked any more uncomfortable, the need to silently scold himself stayed strong. How the hell did people manage to converse with total strangers?!

"How 'bout you? What's your name?"

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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The train ride had been hellish. Ten hours, cooped up in a little metal box, surrounded by people he didn't know, all by his lonesome. The poor salary man he had shared a pair of seats with for the journey looked nearly as terrified as Murasame had felt during the ordeal, and it was a small blessing that half way through the journey that the fellow got off at one of their many stops, leaving him to his own own devices, to fret and panic while the metaphorical prison which held him barreled through Honshu and onward to Hokkaido. His destination had been nearly as imposing as the trip itself; Ishin Academy, where his grandfather had cut his teeth in the industry of old, and where his elder sister, Samehana, had graduated not months prior. He wished, even as he hunched down to step out of the carriage and onto the platform, that she still attended the prestigious academy. If nothing else, she could have soothed the tempest of insecurities swirling about his mind in the lead up to his enrollment. Or, at least, beat the worries out of him. More than likely beat them out of him.

In hindsight, it was probably for the best that Samehana hadn't come with him.

He was a big boy, both literally and figuratively. He didn't need his big sister to hold his hand on the way to school any more. That resolve kept him moving even when he seemed to like to be caught up among the waves of commuters, although given his size, he had more than enough of a berth in even the heaviest of rush hours. The first order of business was to change—stylish as it was, he didn't think his favorite leather jacket and new blue jeans would please the dean of such a strict school. A lavatory, and some finessing to squeeze into the stall would allow him to change into the carefully tailored uniform in his backpack. Only then would he be presentable enough to march on Ishin as generations of Mizushima had before him.

Of course, such a march gave him ample time to get lost in his thoughts. Something that became obvious to the neurotic giant after he excused himself from the restroom and navigated out into the streets of Sapporo. It felt so... incredibly foreign to him. He had lived in Osaka for all his life, and had never been more than a few hours away from home, and all its comforts. Sapporo might have been dwarfed in scale by the packed streets of Osaka, but devoid of the familiarity of his home turf, the hulking teen couldn't help but feel like the small one as he meandered his way down avenues that he had committed to memory with the express purpose of arriving at the campus on time.

But it didn't take all that long to realize that, after a couple of discrepancies between map and mind and street below, that Murasame had become lost in more than just his thoughts. That's when the panic really set in. If his anxiety had been simmering beneath the surface since his mother kissed him goodbye and his father waved him off at the station, it boiled fully over when he realized he had managed to veer off course and into the wild unknown. What the hell was he gonna do?! He hadn't thought to actually bring the map of the city with him! Space was at a premium with his uniform taking up so much space, and it was only supposed to be so many blocks from the station exit! It was entirely possible that he had gone in the wrong direction, and simply retracing his steps back to the station might've helped his memory, but that would take time! There wasn't much time before the opening ceremony, and he couldn't afford to be late—he already stuck out like a sore thumb! Being tardy to such a prestigious event wouldn't just paint him him as monster, but a delinquent too!

He was practically hyperventilating by the time he found some small amount of respite. Across the way, in the corner of his vision, he caught sight of his salvation. Another student, with a matching uniform! That meant she was bound for Ishin too, so all he had to do was follow her and they'd inevitably end up at the school. But he couldn't just do that, right? That would be stalking, and he didn't want to ruin someone's day by making them think some fish-eyed freak was prowling after them on the street. He had to meet them head on, and introduce himself! Then, he could explain the whole thing and they could walk to school together. It was foolproof.

Waiting for the light to turn, the bulky teen hurried his way through a crosswalk to the other side of the street, where he planned his approach. Just walk up, say hello, introduce himself, explain the situation. Just walk up, say hello, introduce himself, and explain the situation. He took a deep, steadying breath as he lumbered towards his fellow student (which sounded more like a snarl, given his unique dental situation), and tapped her on the shoulder with all the care he could manage.

"You, uh, you're a student, right? At, at Ishin—the hero school, you go there, right?" He rumbled, his fingers curling into a fist in frustration. They were just words! If he could order his own Big Wacs now, then he could ask for directions!

"I uh, I could use some directions. To the school. I gotta get there for the opening ceremony today and I'm... I'm lost, is all. I'm not from around here, so..."

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx // INFO D A T A Full Name - Mizushima Murasame Hometown - Osaka, Osaka Prefecture, Japan Quirk Type - Mutation Gender - Male - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Neurotic Growing up as a self-proclaimed 'freak of nature' has left a lasting impact on Murasame. He is something of a bundle of nerves, existing in an almost perpetual state of self-consciousness over his body and the impact it has on those around him. While he hasn't quite devolved into self-loathing, he has significant anxiety in regards to how others perceive him, and has a tendency of isolating himself as a result of these anxieties. When he has to interface with others, he is incredibly careful to conduct himself in as amicable a way as possible, in a life-long attempt to convince others he is not, in fact, going to eat or otherwise maim them. Earnest Despite possessing one of the best poker faces this side of Sapporo, Murasame is a true straight shooter. He is hard-working and honest, with a strong sense of personal justice to boot. Once he's set his mind to something or thrown himself behind a cause, he follows through on it wholeheartedly and without complaint. His strong sense of conviction is one of the few things which help him power through his many anxieties and hangups, and one of the few things that can stir him into action when he would otherwise be hindered by them. Compassionate As much a result of the feelings of ostracism as it is an innate trait of his, Murasame is a kind, empathetic individual. He is gentle and tends to give others the benefit of the doubt, having been on the receiving end of surface deep, judgemental behavior more times than he would like to admit. When interacting with his peers, he regularly puts their feelings and concerns at the forefront of his mind, and is always ready to offer a helping hand to those in need.

Physical Description Hulking. Freakish. Terrifying. These are words that have been attributed to Murasame's appearance for most of his life—and not without reason. Standing at 208 centimeters (6' 10") and weighing about as much as a fully stocked vending machine, Murasame has towered over every classmate he's ever had. The tenuously proud owner of a Heteromorphic Quirk, the youth's appearance is drastically different from those of his peers, ponderous physique aside. Endowed with the traits of a shark, his skin is steely grey, and nearly as resilient as its coloration would imply, his powerful neck plays host to a series of six fully functional gills, and perhaps most noticeably, his head is more analogous to that of his seaborne progenitor than that of a human. With the cold, indifferent eyes of a predator and a mouth full of hundreds of serrated, flesh shearing teeth, even the most innocent of grins has a tendency of sending people into a panic. Perhaps as is expected of someone with such an unconventional appearance, Murasame's choice of clothing tends to favor durability and longevity over comfort; breathable cotton t-shirts, tank tops, and denim jeans make up the majority of his typical out-of-school wardrobe. The difficulty of having clothing tailored to his body significantly limits how fashionable he is capable of being, but he does have a few nicer pieces of clothing in his repertoire when he wishes to add some flair, the crown jewel of which being a particularly massive leather jacket his mother bought him for graduation. If only people were capable of telling him it made him look even more thuggish than normal. Personal History The middle child of an upper-middle class Osakan family, Murasame's life would have been lofty and pleasant. Would have been, had he not had the misfortune of descending from an aquatic Pro-Hero and his nemesis-turned-wife, the co-mingling of which led to an expansive clan of equally nautical descendants, of which he was among the most pronounced. There was no doubt that he'd inherited his grandparent's genes from the onset. Even from his earliest years, he looked more like a sea monster than he did a toddler, and when he started to grow, he shot up like a rocket. By the time he had entered elementary school, he was nearly as tall as his kindergarten teacher, and by the time he finished elementary school, he could have easily been confused for as a teacher. If not for the fact he looked more like the bad guy in an episode of Super Sentai than an educator. It goes without saying, therefore, that his early years were less than pleasant. He was ostracized by many of his peers, cast out by his appearance and forced to live on the margins of the school yard as a 'freak' and a 'monster'. No amount of societal tolerance would make children more liable to accept someone so vastly different from the norm, after all, and the Japanese school system wasn't exactly renown for its interventions against bullying. He wasn't entirely without allies, though. His family were much more accommodating to him, his mother a doting homemaker and his numerous aunties and uncles there to provide an encouraging word or some small comfort when he'd return home in tears after being rebuffed by his fellows. None did quite as much for him as his sister, though—his older sister Samehana, though only four years his elder, served as his constant guardian. Whenever the teasing would get a little bit too severe, or the school yard bullies would decide to push their luck, she was there to put them on their rears and feed them gravel. He looked up to her (metaphorically, of course), as someone who wasn't afraid to stand up for herself and others, and always run into the fray on his behalf, no matter the situation. Perhaps acting as his bulwark had inspired her as well, as she embarked for Ishin Academy after middle school in Osaka, vowing to become a Pro as their grandfather before them had been. This left Murasame to his own devices for middle school, having to fend off any would-be bullies by himself, although at that point he had grown so large as to dissuade all but the most foolhardy of delinquents and gossipy hens from earning his ire. But Samehana's absence had reminded him just how sorely he missed her advocacy, and that reminder served as an inspiration in its own right; if his own personal hero could go Pro, then maybe he too could do it. Maybe if he made the cut, people would stop looking at him like some kind of villain just because of the Quirk he was born with, and see him for the person he really was. He studied hard throughout his few middle school years, and when the time came, applied for Ishin as well, hoping to live up to his family's name as much as his own ideal of what heroism was meant to be. Character Arc - Work Hard - Make Friends - Dynamics with her father's backstory - Personality Growth Quirk Description Known by the name of Megalodon, Murasame's Quirk is a Heteromorphic type that has given him the body of a man-shark hybrid. Beyond just giving him significant advantages underwater (the ability to breathe not least among them), it has also imbued him with incredible physical capabilities. His strength can only be considered superhuman, even for someone with such a massive physique, and his inhuman traits have made him supernaturally durable, as his thick skin, dense musculature and flexible skeleton make him significantly harder to damage than a normal human. These traits, while quite formidable on their own, are further enhanced when the young man's gills are exposed to water. The more water that filters through them, the more physically powerful he becomes, growing not only in strength and durability, but also in size. With sufficient exposure, he is capable of assuming truly massive sizes befitting the name of his Quirk. However, this aspect of his Quirk is not without its flaw. Aside from the obvious complications of further increasing his size and strength, the longer he is exposed to water, the more bestial he becomes. Higher thought and logical thinking become more and more difficult as his abilities continue to grow, and reaching truly herculean levels of stature would almost assuredly render him fish-brained and driven entirely by instinct. On a personal level, Murasame greatly dislikes this aspect of his Quirk, fearing the loss of control it causes. He has developed an aversion to allowing even the most minute amounts of water to touch his gills, and will go as far as taping them over during showers to prevent any accidental exposure (or resulting property damage).

A Song of Ice & Fire: After the Spring

@Hero@Mcmolly Y'all can port your sheets on over to the char tab now.

A Song of Ice & Fire: After the Spring

I can't speak for the others, but there's a number of vacancies on the Small Council & Kingsguard that can be filled if you're so inclined.

A Song of Ice & Fire: After the Spring

Ser Steffon Tyrell, Knight of the Kingsguard

Steffon Tyrell

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House Tyrell

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188 AC

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Steffon is known to be a hot-blooded, tempestuous man who is quick to offense and slow to forgive. He is called Sweetbriar for his thorny nature, after the wild roses that grow to the north of the Reach. Restless and irascible, he is considered a man of action by his companions, and disdains the courtly game of politics and ruler ship, preferring the song of swords instead. A born warrior, he is deadly with sword, lance and spear, and takes to the saddle near as well as his lord father had. He takes great pride in both the accomplishments of his house and his personal renown, and hungers for glory and accolades wherever they lay.

While he is brusque and sharp tongued, he is also known to be gentle—he is known to have doted on his sickly younger sister, now the Lady of Highgarden, in their youth. While his friendship is oft hard won, it is absolute once forged. As a knight, he finds the depredation of the weak by the strong to be an insult to both his pride as a warrior, believing that true men should only bloody their blades against opponents of equal strength, or in the defense of those of lesser strength. This lends him a certain gallantry, made somewhat lesser by his weakness for the fairer sex and revelry.

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The Sweetbriar is a tall and strong, with the lean, hard build of a fighting man. He is considered handsome by many, with strong, sharp features and a devilish smile. His chestnut hair as wild as he, and he keeps it short and carefully styled as to not impede his duties. Like the rest of his family, his eyes are a lovely emerald green, and very expressive, showing his every emotional high and low. While at Highgarden, he often dressed in fine silks of green and gold, though now wears the austere garb of the Kingsguard while off duty. He spends more time in his fine, enameled armor than not, the only ornamentation he bears being the simple golden roses that clasp his white cloak.

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Born the second son to the legendary Leo Tyrell, Steffon's early years were spent among the high luxuries at Highgarden. Unlike his more stoic elder brother, Steffon was always something of a wild child, and often found himself on the wrong end of the discipline stick. When he was old enough, he was taken on as a page by his lord father, and accompanied the Longthorn into the waning years of the Blackfyre rebellion, and eventually into the tourney circuits that would lead to his legendary reputation. He admired his father and his skill at the lance, and so it was decided that he would put his excess of energy into the training yard, rather than causing all manner of trouble across the castle grounds. From dawn 'til dusk, the young Tyrell practiced at arms with the finest knights of the Reach. He had a talent for swordplay, and rode almost as well, a promising young knight in the making from the very first.

He was knighted at the age of sixteen, and assumed minor responsibilities around Highgarden once his spurs were secured. While his training had honed him into a fine warrior, it did little to curtail the worst of his temperament. His father had hoped that age and a suitable bride would help in taming him, but Steffon showed little interest in taking a highborn bride, preferring to boast and brawl and keep the company of serving girls and comely peasants instead. When it became clear that the role of a husband would not suit him, the Longthorn looked elsewhere in finding purpose for his rambunctious son. He found just that during a visit to the capital in 208 AC.

Riding with his father as part of the household guard, Steffon spent his time in King's Landing in the yard of the Red Keep. He was eager to prove himself against the king's court, full of knights from throughout the kingdoms. It was during one particularly intense match of sparring against a couple lad from House Crabb that the Hand, Prince Baelor, had stopped to bear witness to the Sweetbriar. A vacancy had opened up on the Kingsguard with the recent passing of a previous brother, and young Steffon's skills were deemed worthy to replace him at the king's side. As a second son who stood not to inherit, his father raised no objections, hoping that duty to the Crown might soothe the fire in him where duty to the Rose would not. Steffon did not object to the most prestigious of appointments either. So, he swore his vows shortly thereafter, before King Daeron the Good himself. He would be a steadfast shield to for his king, and a loyal sword to see his enemies defeated.

Unfortunately, the enemy to come was not one which could be defeated by sword, nor stopped by shield. A series of tragedies befell the House of the Dragon after he took up the mantle as their stalwart protector. It began with the death of Baelor Breakspear in their year to follow, killed by his own brother, Prince Maekar at Ashford. Then the sickness came. It swept through Flea Bottom first, then the rest of King's Landing, and soon enough the Red Keep. It claimed his king and two princes, and three of his brothers and he could do naught but stand idly by and pray with the others for its end. By the time the sickness had fully abated and recovery could begin, it had also seen fit to claim his father, his brother and his young nephew as well. As he had sworn his vows in the years before, Highgarden passed on to his fragile sister, who had survived the plague either by miracle or cruel, divine jape.

Forced to guard a weak king in place of the great man he once served, and hundreds of miles away from a family in dire need of his guidance, Steffon finds himself ever more disillusioned in his life of blind glory seeking. But chained by pride and a sense of duty, he can only hope that with the mercy of summer so too will his lot change for the better.

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Lord Paramount Leo Tyrell, deceased
Lady Lynette Tyrell née Oakheart

- Lord Paramount Ryland Tyrell, deceased
- Ser Steffon Tyrell
- Maester Sebastien
- Lady Paramount Rosalynn Tyrell
- Sofia Tyrell