Ezekiel

[ASOIAF]: Before the Dragons Danced

@Ezekiel

Shall I edited those parts into my char sheets then and be good to go?

@NecroKnight

Edit them in and just say when you have, I'll read over them again before I accept them just to make sure.

[ASOIAF]: Before the Dragons Danced

@Sini

Frey:

1) My mistake, might have written wrong there.
2) Longjustice in a way, while kind and honorable has a deep sense of law - basically 'either you do it, or I do it for you'. Basically he threatened the young one and told much of the smallfolk what has happened. Thus punish or risk justice by mob rule.

Joanna:

1) I suck at bio, sorry.
2) Hmm. That could work. Perhaps she might swordplay in secret?
3) Perhaps ward to some other minor or major house then?

@NecroKnight

Frey:

1) -
2) I suppose that makes sense, while I don't think mob justice would amount to much given how untouchable the nobility can be to the Smallfolk, public knowledge is certainly a way to ensure justice is done.

Joanna:

1) Don't we all
2) Perhaps she could, but, a noble lady has very little secret time to herself, doing so might make her far more dangerous than your average lady but it won't make you 'that' good.
3) A wardship could work, although she's quite old for that to be the case. I could imagine she'd be forced to accompany another relative to King's Landing to seek a suitable match, with the punishment of her not playing along being the Silent Sisters.

Sorry that feedback took so long, I've had struggles with my health the last couple of weeks.

<Snipped quote by Ezekiel>

Thanks! Yeah of course

Part of the reason I put in the other children was because the next Lord Tyrell apparently isn’t born till 129ish. I was a bit confused by that, since Matthos has been a Lord since at least 101 (and why would he have an heir so late). I’m happy to put in a young’un though!

@Danvers

I actually keep forgetting how much time 'before' the Dance I set this game, it wouldn't actually be necessary for the next Lord Tyrell to be born, just, canonically, most of your Tyrells are set for short existences! So, yeah, totally ignore my early feedback. You'll have to excuse me my ear was trying to explode.

[ASOIAF]: Before the Dragons Danced

House Tyrell

House Tyrell traces its ancestry to Garth Greenhand, the legendary first king of the Reach who made the land bloom. They, along with many other houses in the reach, claim descent from his line, though theirs is through the females of the family. For over a thousand years, the Greenhand’s sons and grandsons ruled the Reach as House Gardener. The offshoots of his daughters grew into vast and powerful houses in their own right. Except for House Tyrell. They instead chose to serve the Gardeners for centuries, as stewards of Highgarden and the daily affairs of the Reach.

Then King Mern, the last Gardener King of The Reach, joined forces with Loren Lannister to face the then King Aegon who had landed in Westeros. At the Field of Fire, Aegon burned their armies and Mern himself was killed. Until the maesters sorted out the entail amongst Merns cousins, Harlen the steward was acting lord at Highgarden. He, looking to ensure peace, yielded Highgarden and its lands to King Aegon. The King accepted the proposal and to show his gratitude, entitled Harlen to Highgarden, making the Tyrells his Wardens of the South and choosing them over many older & greater families in the Reach.

It has been one hundred years since then and the Tyrells have successfully cared for the Reach and its people, as they did for centuries before. However many houses, including the Florents, can boast a greater claim to Highgarden, and still see the Tyrells as little more than upjumped stewards. That said, the Tyrells are well-liked amongst the common folk, providing bountiful harvests for much of Westeros and commanding a formidable army. The Tyrells have been seemingly loyal to the Targaryean dynasty since Aegon's reign, Lord Martyn, and his wife Lady Fossoway, even serving as master of coin for King Jaehaerys. The two (although it really was Florences doing) proved extremely able and with their help the Seven Kingdoms prospered, King Jaehaerys being able to use the extra gold to expend his project of roads; which includes the roseroad and kingsroad to name a few.

House Members:

• Lord Matthos Tyrell (50, born 61 AC)
  
  • Lady Elinor Tyrell née Rowan (46, born 65 AC), his wife
  • Garrett Tyrell (born 82 AC), his eldest son, deceased
  • Ser Leyton Tyrell (27, born 84 AC), member of the Kingsguard, nicknamed The Blushing Rose
  • Leyla Tyrell (19, born 92 AC), his eldest daughter
  • Alester Tyrell (16, born 95 AC), heir to Highgarden
• Ser Rycherd Tyrell (49, born 62 AC), second son of Lord Martyn & Lady Florence.
  
  • Maerie Merryweather (43, born 68 AC), his wife
  • Arthur Flowers (23, born 88 AC). Raised by his mother & little known to his father. Currently working as a sellsword somewhere in Essos.
  • Multiple other legitimate children - including 4 daughters & 2 sons.
• Lady Florence Tyrell, née Fossoway (70, born 41 AC) wife of the former Lord Martyn Tyrell

House members

Lord Matthos Tyrell

Name: Lord Matthos Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Reach, Warden of the South

Age: 50 (born 61 AC)

Appearance:

A tall, well-built man, Lord Matthos stands at a height of 6 ft exactly and still retains a generally fit physique, though his wife has recently voiced concerns that he is losing weight. Where once sported a crop of thick curly hair, similarly to his son, in recent years he has started to bald and has begun ordering his servants to shave it close, to save himself from any embarrassment. Handsome in his youth with well-defined features and a charismatic smile, he still retains much of his former good looks, though the recent loss of his son has led to the development of a more tired, haggard appearance. When his mood periodically worsens, he will be seen sporting dark circles under his eyes. Once quick to laughter, he is now more prone to stern moods and it is an uncommon sight to see him smile nowadays. Generally he sports a beard that is trimmed short, serving to accentuate his defined jawline.

Biography:

Born the first son of Lord Martyn Tyrell and Lady Florence Fossoway, Matthos ended up being the eldest of only two siblings, his sister (whom was only a babe at the time) having died in the winter of 59 AC from the Shivers. With his father the Master of coin (and his mother unofficially aiding him in this), Matthos spent much of his time divided between King’s Landing and Highgarden. With a brother, Rycherd, only a year his latter, the two would run riot around the City, often escaping from the guards so that they could explore around the winding streets & back alleys. When they become of age, they would frequent the brothels and although Matthos insists he has been true since his marriage, it is entirely possible that there is a Tyrell bastard or two running around Kings Landing.

Like many other nobles, Matthos saw fit to travel throughout his youth, though chose to meander slowly throughout Westeros rather than cross over the Essos. He and Rycherd together would make there way from inn to inn, drinking and charming any pretty serving girls along the way. Rycherd, a summer knight himself, liked to visit the small tourneys as they travelled and although his skills were variable at best, he seemed to care little whether he won or lost.

Always charming and easy on the eyes, Matthos had no problems when it came to courting maidens. It was therefore only when, at the age of 18, he was betrothed to Elinor of House Rowan, that he even begun to contemplate the idea of marriage. The pair married a year later and went on to have four children, Matthos always being particularly close with his eldest Garrett. Elinor sadly miscarried one babe between the births of Leyton and Leyla, the child not even making it a few months in the womb. He happily remained in Highgarden during this time, visiting other Great Houses and King's Landing when required, but otherwise content to remain with his family and look after his people.

Since he inherited Highgarden in 84 AC, Matthos' focus had been directed towards maintaining the Tyrells grip on the Reach and quietening the mutterings of those Vassal Houses who still object to their position. This particularly has caused tensions with the Florents, who of all the houses, are still the most vocal about their greater inheritance rights. Although not the most intelligent or cunning Lord who has ever ruled the Reach, Matthos is nothing if not amicable. A great host, he knows how to throw an excellent banquet or a lively tourney, and is known for such gatherings. In his youth he was an excellent drinking partner and even now can outdrink men many years younger. It is through this amicability that he has been able to keep many of the houses on his side, although the mutterings throughout the Reach never cease completely...

It was only after the sudden death of his eldest son Garrett in 109 AC, the then heir having passed from a sudden & violent fever, that things begun to change for Lord Matthos. Once a lively and amicable fellow, recent months have seen a marked change in the Lord. Nowadays he is prone to sombre moods, where he will retreat to the solitude of his chambers. Whilst he tries to hide this from his family, his poor appetite and lack of sleep are clearly apparent to them. He does all he can to put on his usual vigour for his guests, but this act is draining to him and it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the façade. Matthos also seems to have convinced himself that his son was poisoned and whilst the Maester has tried to reassure him, his inability to be able to explain what killed his son only serves to further antagonise the Lord. With increasing tensions in Westeros and many Vassal houses who still question their position, it is becoming increasingly unclear how Matthos will continue to maintain the Tyrells position in the Reach.

Ser Leyton Tyrell

Name: Ser Leyton Tyrell

Age: 27 (born in 84 AC)

Appearance:

Though not overly short at 5ft 10, Leyton has always been insecure about his height with a brother & father of greater reach than himself. He sports a crop of thick and curly dark brown hair that is classical for the Tyrells and serves to make him look more boyish than he actually his. Dark brown eyes and modestly good-looking, Leyton would have been able to attract a half-decent wife if not for his complete lack of courting abilities. Unlike many lords and ladies from the Reach, Leyton cares little for his appearance. Whilst in his former years he would dress formerly in his house colours, at the behest of his mother, he now prefers to simply dress in his knightly attire when possible.

Biography:

A boisterous lad throughout his childhood, Leyton was over-confident and demanding to his peers. If another child did not want to play with him, he would insist on it, running to his father if he did not get his way. Somehow his outgoing nature seemed to make up for this though and he found he could make friends easy enough...though being the son of the Lord Paramount of the Reach may have helped. He often wanted to play at swords and horses, preferring the idea of a real battle over that of a tournament. Lord Tyrell even had the woodworkers craft him miniature soldiers and horses, so that he could act out mock battles, his father secretly taking much amusement in playing this game with him. Though he may not have much of a knack with politics, he consequently has a decent knowledge of battle strategies and tactics.

Born the second son of Lord Tyrell, Leyton was never expected to be the heir to Highgarden. His brother Garrett, an intelligent and healthy male two years his elder, was always on course to take over rule once their father passed. The two were close throughout their formative years, Garretts more laid-back and calming attitude helping to balance his brother out. Whilst Garrett would sit in on his father's meetings, studying carefully the ways of a Lord, Leyton instead dreamt of the Kingsguard. And where he could not fight in real battles, he would partake in tourneys. Though many squires and knights dreamt of winning the joust, Leyton only cared for the melees. Naturally agile of foot, with an aptitude for sword-fighting (although you could have handed him any weapon and he would have barrelled on ahead), he became known for his talents, attracting many an approving eye.

At the age of 12 he was permitted to go and squire under Ser Bryndon Hightower in Oldtown. A rowdy lad and unused to being told what to do, Leyton had a steep learning curve, nearly being shipped back to Highgarden on more than one occasion. However, Bryndon was the perfect mentor for the boy, having no qualms in putting him in his place. Eventually, he settled into the role and though not studious when it came to books, he was keen on learning all that came with being a knight. He even took pride in polishing the armour to perfection, surprising for a boy who found it difficult to keep still for more than a minute at a time. During his time in Oldtown he also became close with Ormund Hightower, the two training together and providing a somewhat healthy level of competition for one another.

Knighted at twenty, he journeyed to the Stepstones in 107 AC to fight alongside Daemon Targaryean. It took the young Tyrell a while to get his sea legs but on land he was able to prove his worth. A single-minded knight with seemingly unlimited energy, Leyton became known for ceasing only when there was no-one left to fight, never running from a battle or leaving a man behind. He seemed to care little for politics but rather would remain firmly loyal to whomever he had pledged himself. Likely the young Tyrell would have remained in the Stepstones far longer if not for his family, the chaos of fighting & piracy suiting him down to a tee. His father and grandmother disliked that he was fighting for Daemon, concerned that is would reflect on the Tyrells as a whole, therefore he begrudgingly returned to The Reach. It was not long after his return, and after a rather splendid effort at a small tourney his father had thrown, that Leyton was offered a place in the Kingsguard. Leyton suspects that his grandmother may have had a hand to play in it, although she denies it to this day and states that it was simply his prowess & reputation that must have gained the Kings attention.

Though he will never have a wife or lands, this is probably for the best as his methods of courting ladies are dubious at best, usually involving talking in gory details about battles & war tactics. Either that or he becomes so daunted by the prospect of talking to a lady in his fancy, that he will became overly drunk. To his dismay the other members of the Kingsguard have taken to naming him The Blushing Rose due to the lovely shade of rouge that spreads across his cheeks whenever he speaks to a pretty maiden.

Only a few short months after Leyton had arrived at Kings Landing, his eldest brother become suddenly ill with a great fever. The maesters tried all their remedies but no cure could be found, and only a week later he passed on with the aid of milk of the poppy. A tragedy for the family and the Reach as a whole, the Tyrells still mourn his loss to this day. With Leyton in the Kingsguard, the mantle passed down to the next youngest son. Alester, a boy of sixteen, smart enough though a tad too bookish for his fathers liking, was now burdened with the future of being the next Lord Tyrell.

For now Leyton remains at Kings Landing, intent on staying true to his pledge and serving his King faithfully. His temperament has certainly calmed as he has aged, though he still can be stubborn and single-minded in his pursuits. Once he has decided on something, he will follow it through to the end. That provides a double-edge sword in many situations, but it also means that he is loyal to a fault. Its not clear what his views are on the issues of Targaryean inheritance, for he does not speak of it, though it is likely that he would serve whoever next ruled, regardless of whom they were.

Leyla Tyrell

Name: Leyla Tyrell

Age: 19 (born in 92 AC)

Appearance:

At only 19 years of age, Leyla still maintains that bright vigour of youth that has not yet known great trials. She truly encapsulates her family in how she looks, her demure and seemingly innocent appearance hiding her clever mind and sharp wit. Many often underestimate her because of this and still believe she is the same prettily dressed girl who was once paraded around by her mother. She sports the same thick brunette hair as the rest of her family, which she wears long and usually loose. As generally befitting any nobility from the Reach she dresses well and with whatever style is currently common in the region, often wearing a variation on her house colours.

Biography:

Leyla Tyrell was born in 92 AC, as the eldest daughter of Lord Matthos Tyrell. Easy-going and often in high spirits, Leyla has always found an ease in speaking to strangers, being able to talk on simple matters and deeper subjects alike. She would often be paraded around at banquets as a small child, her easy manners and surprisingly clever wit seeming to delight the other nobility. No-one can deny that she was loved by her parents but much of her youth seemed to be seemed to revolve around ceremony and putting on a show, her mother being the driving force behind this. Lady Elinor would take her on long journeys throughout the Reach, visiting other Great Houses and small villages alike. Eager to please her mother and naturally outgoing in nature, Leyla was happy to play the part, albeit begrudgingly at times.

All of this would have likely produced a rather silly and frivolous girl, if not for her grandmother, whom had seen the spark of intelligence in the young Tyrell. Florence insisted that she had strict instruction under both the Septa & the house Maester, and unlike Leyton who had fought against such boring lessons throughout his own youth, Leyla was happy to learn. Consequently close throughout the years, Florence is now an old lady whose health is ailing with each passing day and who rarely leaves Highgarden. However, Leyla still enjoys visiting her in her chambers and will often go to her to seek advice or simply listen to her stories.

When Leyla was but 13, whilst her small party was visiting Oldtown, a boy from House Bulwer quickly became enamoured with her. Inexperienced with love and the art of courting herself, Leyla saw this as a fine opportunity to learn how it worked. Though she had no feelings for him, she played the part, sitting with him at meals and walking with him around the gardens. The romance…if that’s what you could call it, lasted just short of nine days, but Humfrey was a foolish boy who had no wits about him, save for some superficial charm, and mistook lust for love.

Thus, Leyla found herself walking by the harbour, trying to ignored the strong smell of fish, being proposed to by a boy who thought this was a suitable time or location. She instantly denied him, apologising for leading him on and stating that she did not think they were a suitable match. At first he seemed to take this gracefully enough, walking her back to her room in a sullen silence. Yet that evening when the guards were switching, he entered her chambers and tried to force himself upon her. Luckily, one of her personal guards came back in time and she was saved from any shame. Instantly telling her mother of what had happened, the two decided to keep it amongst themselves as it would do naught but ruin her reputation if it was found out, paying off the guard and vowing not to speak of it again.

Since that day, she has been increasingly cautious and does not give her trust over easily. It unfortunately seems she has become known for being difficult to court, having denied other men since – although many seem to view this as a challenge in of itself. It is not that she does not wish to marry, rather that she simply no longer suffers fools. Whereas once this created tension between her and Lord Matthos, his recent change in demeanour has meant he rarely questions his daughter on this anymore. Her focus instead become on her family, noticing the struggles that her father was having in keeping his Vassal houses loyal, especially with his changing demeanour. The young Tyrell is intent on ensuring her family remain steadfastly at Highgarden, whatever the cost...she has strong instincts of self-preservation for herself and her family, and will do anything to protect them.

Here's my lot finally!

@Danvers

Hey, sorry to take so long to get back to you.

I'm happy with the direction you're taking House Tyrell, even if it is a drift from canon (the next generation of Tyrell's is regency due to lack of heirs and your's don't seem to have that issue).

The only alteration I'd ask to be made is either the addition of an infant son or the ageing down of one of the children to fill that role, just so we have a character that could be the next canonical Lord Tyrell. This is a request rather than a demand, either way the sheet is accepted and you can post em up.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

Aylara Tewoe. Galactic Times Complex

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"No farcking way did the Herald get this."

Aylara was still in the process of tying up her hair as she practically threw a datapad down onto the desk before her. To his credit, editor Jen Surve, a Zabrak with an almost permanently mild expression, managed to not react to the piece of expensive tech being thrown 'loosely' at him with all the care of an 'eyed up' cargo transfer. He took a moment to finish typing the end of a thought process before he inevitably lost it, before looking up.

Aylara Tewoe had a certain mastery of the 'well?' expression that put even trained actors to shame. Now both her hands were busy with the process of subduing her cascade of auburn hair up into the usual ponytail she wore, but that didn't stop her eyebrow from being raised in such a manner that he suddenly felt under interrogation for something far beyond his control.

"Right place at the right time, you know the way, one of their interns happened to be at a party nearby." He exhaled at her, anticipating another dramatic standoff with his best, if painfully aggravating, member of staff.

"Jace Malcom gets blown out of his own flat on CORUSCANT and we don't have ONE reporter within a mile, and the HERALD gets the scoop? Pfaask, Jen, they're barely better than a gossip archive." Her hair remained in place for now. It was still slightly damp, which was impressive given the speed at which the staff facilities could dry even the hairiest of the team after a soak in the showers. She'd clearly bolted over right from the fitness suite after some poor fool had decided to show her the article. Perhaps he should be thankful she wasn't in a towel.

"They're our main competitor, Ayla, I hardly think that's a fair-"

"Exactly! Coooooome on Jen how can we hope to win the-"

"Listen, Tewoe, just because I'm not shouting and screaming the office down doesn't mean I'm not bugged out either, but what are we going to do? Far as I'm aware neither your or me has 'quite' worked out how to distort time and space to work on a story. if you want, there's a spot on the team to go probe the Security teams for answers tonight." He finally lost a degree of his cool, a slight raise of his voice that would shock most of his team but barely had an impact on the human woman whose attention seemed barely on him by this point.

"Can't."

"Why the frack not?"

"I've got a date."

"Tewoe, I've known you for the last three years and I've never once heard you call anything a 'date'," His incredulous tone hid the moment of frustration behind her dismissively turning down what many others in the building would consider a fairly prime opportunity. Even his usual composure broke away and he permitted himself to rub his face with a building sigh.

"Fine, I have a lead."

"What's this on? What's more important than the Supreme Commander of the Republic's little sojourn through the skies?"

"Not sure yet, I've got a good feeeeeling though. See you Jen." She'd already turned to leave. It was some time after the door shut behind her that Jen permitted himself to lob a fairly sizable desk sculpture at the space Aylara Tewoe had previously been occupying.

Aylara Tewoe. Iko District

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There are two types of Senatorial families. The first kind are those that will never leave the Spires high above, mostly out of choice, what could they want from the lower levels? But also out of safety. Those who believe in the honesty of their work, who simply don't have enough influence or any other myriad possibilities that might put them at risk in the underbelly of the Republic's capital.

Then there were those who could go where they please. Attached or related to Senators who had all the strings to pull in the galaxy, making their spoiled heirs all but untouchable to even the most desperate of Coruscants' gangers. These were the types that lounged in their sense of untouchability, all bought by the Galaxy's finest. It was a sorry state of affairs, but not one Aylara wasn't willing to take advantage of.

Not that she was even remotely thinking about that right now, not that she was thinking about anything. When you're moving at a speed where observation becomes retrospecting, at best intuition, to think is to die, and end up a very pretty smear on a wall. Everything around her was a blur, a featureless rush of colour and sound that existed for mere nano-seconds as she blasted past them. The speederbike beneath her screamed into the night. It was hot. Not in the temperature kind of hot, in the don't even buy my dinner first kind of hot. The panelling was a bold harlequin green, combined with a deep black for the exposed mechanics and durofoam seating, it was very much a statement race bike. The whole thing 'roared' when she pushed it to the max, it road corners like a dream and the controls responded without a hint of lag. It was state of the art and a dream come true, beneath her helmet, coloured to match the bike, she laughed.

With a twist of her wrist, she turned the bike horizontal, riding 'just' above the blurring ground as she powered beneath the hovering shape of a street-freighter. She was going too fast, even if the engine of the bike and the protection of her helmet would have made it impossible, to hear the cursing of the workers above the larger vehicle turn to stunnned appreciation of the piece she was riding. They had further choice words for the gaggle of bikes which shortly pursued her, kicking up a storm of rushing air as they powered down the tightly woven streets of the district. None of the bikes in the race were worth any less than anyone actually living on these streets could afford to buy in ten years of hard work, despite that, they were a regular sight down here. Influential gangers, the spoiled brats of the wealthy, anyone with a head for unnecessary risks and speed, they could all find themselves down here, far from Coruscant Security, pushing each other to new heights of thrillseeking.

Ayla had done this before, countless times, but never on something as nice as this. It wasn't even fair, she'd back her chances to beat any of those racing today even on her own bike, garaged far away, but on this monster of a machine, she was unbeatable. All she had to do was not die.

That moment almost came on the final turn. The street rose and she was already riding the bike low, close to the ground. She'd turned off the proximity alerts and correction intelligence, safety features that could kill you with their own precautions when you were pushing corners or weaving through traffic, but now she had little way to tell the metal of the floor beneath her was rising. There was a hiss of sparks, not from the bike itself, but the metal, melted away by a fine shield that she didn't even know the vehicle had. The kickback, however, pushed the nose of the bike up into the air, and for a moment she was dramatically higher than she had anticipated. Once again she had to shift the bike horizontal to avoid being crushed into a cab above her. It was a close thing, the bike rebounding off the prepulsion system of the other vehicle, pushing her back towards the ground. She righted the bike just in time, and coasted over the finish line set out in blinking red lights, twisting the bike to a stop.

She was still laughing as she pulled her helmet free from her head, her hair tumbling out. Still her thighs squeezed around the speeder as it continued to growl in active power, barely contained within it's chassis. She was panting, laughing, panting again. As the rest of the racers pulled up over the line, two figures began to approach her, and she beamed them a smile. With almost palpable resentment, she swung herself off the speeder, exhaling deeply as the two males arrived within ear shot over the continued, if cooling, roar of engines.

"How did you find her?"

"Stars have mercy, she's gorgeous." Ayla beamed a genuine grin, placing her hands on her hips and blowing a strand of hair away from her eyes as the first man laughed in amusement. Tevo Knicks was the son of one of those aforementioned untouchable senators. She'd met him down here racing a while back, not knowing who he was at the time. He still had no idea who she was, and that was perfect. Before she turned to regard the second male, she allowed the young, blonde man to catch her biting her lower lip, a flicker of her eyes at him, before she refocused.

"Alright, the bike's a stud, but, showing it off to me with Little Miss here on it's hardly fair, she'd make a Tantooine scooner look first rate." The other male was a shorter, immediately less appealing man, but one Ayla had known for far longer. Caylo was short for a Nautolan, with a skin shad that could be described as a dirty blue and was the wrong side of slightly overweight. Still, he was closer to her than family by this point. The man was a dealer of all things engines and revs down in the lower districts, and had been looking to buy a racing piece for an unnamed client. She'd needed a set piece to draw Tevo in, and done a favour for a friend at the same time.

"You won't find a finer bike for the price I can give you, Caylo, you know that. Maybe she could make anything look fast, but she's not stopped smiling, that should sell it for you." Tevo smirked at Ayla, who did a very good job of not relinquishing that smile, turning into a private laugh as Caylo looked at her, rolling his eyes whilst the Senatorial heir was focused on her.

"Alright, we'll go take shop and get the details down, don't dawdle." Caylo shook his head, tendrils rolling about, before treading his way back towards the curb, leaving the two humans standing beside the bright speederbike.

"I'm giving your friend too good of a deal."

"Aw, you're too kind." Ayla practically pouted at Tevo, who took more than a step towards her. She didn't reciprocate the motion but didn't fight it either, running her fingers through an errant strand of hair as their forms moved closer together.

"I think that means you owe me."

"Does it now..." Ayla let the words slip from her lips, barely unpursing them, before her hand moved forwards, reaching into the man's pocket to pull back with his comms device. As he exhaled sharply from the contact, she grinned at him, before offering the device back. "Let me put my details in, and we can 'see' about me owing you...If you've got more bikes like that."

Aylara Tewoe. Personal Apartment

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"Farcking Stoopa." Aylara breathed, almost a sigh, as she sat at her home desk, flicking through the files currently streaming before her. The tasty bit of malware she'd dropped into Tevo's comms had opened up his father's personal files to her, just as soon as she'd made her way home. The lowlight of her small, if not neatly maintained, high-rise apartment cast into a blue glow by the screen she was watching. She had to trawl through a lot, mostly dull even when it was scandalous, but here it was, the big fish.

Resolution 4-1138-95

All she did was shove a copy in a message to Jen with two other words neatly slotted above.

Run This.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

Name: Aylara Tewoe

Occupation and Affiliation: Journalist. 'Lead Procurement Specialist' for The Galactic Times.

Description:


Tall, but not 'too' tall, with a frankly enormous cascade of hair, Aylara is hardly the 'blend in' sort of journalist, she's the type that could have looked the perfect princess if she'd allowed it. Instead, stints reporting in the nastier districts of Coruscant, time spent in the gym and a penchant for hobbies more than a little on the side of dangerous, has built her into the kind of girl that turns heads for more than one reason. Despite sometimes going for the 'tough girl' look, there's more than a side of vanity and pride to her appearance, a smootheness and blemishfree-ness of skin that pertains to actively caring for such, and well-kept features aside. Whether this is purely due to the nature of her work or her own personal choice is something that she never quite confirms or denies.

Background:

Aylara has always been something of a rebel, at least for one who grew up in the sparkling heights of Coruscant. She fell in with the wrong crowds, but without letting them drag her down, made the wrong friends, raced speeder-bikes, generally made her well-to-do family's life a misery, in all ways except her Academic record. She was unapologetically bright and unapologetically interested in how the world she had grown up on worked, not just how it was meant to work. She blew through school and university, although the latter she didn't quite ace to the same extent as the former, not adjusting so well to her own freedoms. It didn't truly matter, by that point she had already impressed the right people and earned herself a place at The Galactic Times.

At first, she was writing at a desk, researching leads in a sterile way, about sterile subjects. She put up with that for a few months, swearing to herself it would be worth it. She didn't last quite as long as most before she was banging on the doors of Senior Leadership asking for something else. It came out of wanting to do what the rest of her peers didn't want to. The Times has always taken itself seriously, to challenge the mindsets of both readers and those it reports on. When gang violence increased dramatically in several of Coruscants lower levels, they didn't want to toe the line or report through intermediaries, they wanted to send someone down. of all their best and brightest graduates, only one had any contacts down that lower, only one had made friends with the 'wrong crowd' and the wrong crowd hadn't forgotten her. When the Times' scope on the troubles ultimately blew their competition out of the water, Aylara had secured her place and she never got put back on that damn desk.

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@Shizuochan @Dusty

You're both approved :) feel free to post those up.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

Much interest.

I was originally going to play this as Theron Shan, but he's been sent to Corellia itself, so I'll have to rustle up a different character.

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So basically sister to Celena I guess?

Also. According to lore Brightroar, the Valyrian Sword of the main branch House Lannister was lost King Tommen II of the Rock. Namely before Aegon' Conquest.

awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Tommen_…
awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Brightroar

@NecroKnight

Oh yup, that is correct, not sure why I'd mixed that one up. Still, I'd rather if someone were to reclaim something as major as Brightroar that they do that in the course of the RP rather than just have it as a part of their background.

You'd have to talk to Ruby about the specifics of any family bonds.

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Joanna Lannister

Name: Joanna Lannister, "Lion Cub of Casterly Rock"
Age: 27
House/Affilitation: House Lannister

Appearance:

Biography: Joanna Lannister in many ways hadn't expected to partake in the life she had - as born a woman and though first-child for the seat of Casterly Rock - she was behind inheritance to her brothers Tyland and Jason Lannister.

Thus while she was the eldest, she mostly partook in the different life of House Lannister - far from becoming a lady or handmaiden, she instead used her fame and fortune to train. Already born young and with a higher vitality than even her brothers Joanna played in the same games as her brothers. As her dreams too were to become like Rhaenys Targaryen, a warrior and a woman at that. This was aided by Joanna being born stronger and taller than most women.

Still life for Joanna wasn't sunshine, as numerous times she denied and refused any courtship that her father had engaged her in - so much so, that some rumored her of liking only women and other whispers. So much so, that when Joanna was twenty years old - she was given a choice of 'doing her duty' and stopping her foolish dreams or being banished. While the threat had been more of a way to get her daughter in line than actually go through with it - Joanna for her part, took the second option and would be gone the day after; taking with her coin, clothing and armor she had made customary for herself.

For seven years, Joanna would spend time in Essos - fighting, drinking and adventuring. Still in some ways, Joanna was still drawn back to the life of home and while she had left House Lannister on bitter terms, she still missed her brothers. Thus, on the seventh year - she gathered what coin she had and sailed for Valyria. Nobody knows what happened there and Joanna hasn't been eager to share either - but of her small company, only she returned - bearing with her, Brightroar - the ancestral sword of House Lannister.

It was that same day, that Joanna heard her father dying and she would return home to Westeros.

Is it possible to have Joanna as head of House Lannister? Or would that be too much, during this time?

@NecroKnight

There's a fair few issues with the sheet but I'm sure these changes can be made. I'd suggest making her a Lannisport Lannister rather than from the main family if you want to play an adventurer. I'd highly doubt the Casterly Rock Lannisters would accept their only daughter training like this, let alone allowed back after running off. She also has two brothers so she wouldn't ever be head of the household.

Finally, Brightroar hasn't yet been lost in this time period, so she can't have found it in Valyria/Volantis.

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@Ruby @Jorick

A cousin for you both to add to the sheet!

Ser Ronnel

Name: Ser Ronnel Arryn
Age: 27
House/Affilitation: House Arryn

Appearance:


Ronnel Arryn strikes a figure that is truly one of two continents. The man was once the very nature of Vale Knighthood itself, aquiline features with a nobility that was only part arrogance with golden blonde hair styled short for both use and fashion. The man's time in exile has changed this, his skin has burned and tanned countless times beneath the Essosi heat, his hair a darker, dirtier, blonde. Previously airy features have hardened beneath strain and training and a beard now obscures much. One would still consider him handsome, but there is an exotic, rogue streak to both his appearance and personality which the Knight from before did not possess.

Biography:

There was a time when Ser Ronnel Arryn was synonymous with nobility and knighthood. He earned his spurs fighting against the Mountain Clans of the Vale alongside his Household knights of far greater years and was the talk of any melee or tournament hosted in the earlier years of King Viserys' reign. The man tended to be close to the 'main' Arryn line, although he spent increasingly little time in the Vale, mixed up in the travels and adventures of his family, while finding time for his own. Such were his knightly exploits several songs, some rather more bawdy than the others, were sung in regards to his career, the most acceptable among the nobility being 'Let the Eagle Soar,' A tune that was said to please both King Viserys and his Arryn Queen greatly.

The death of Aemma Arryn spelt the end of this hay-day of Valeman nobility, in the end it was not anything Ronnel did that sent the Knight, apple of the eye of both court and peasantry, into exile, but his father. Rymond Arryn had never been the most tactful of souls. When Aemma died after yet another difficult pregnancy, her unlce (Rymond) was so bold as to claim, while drunk, that his grace should be tried for her murder, after all, it was him that had put yet another cursed child in the Queen's belly. Both the Targaryens and Arryns were grieving for their lost Queen, it was not a time for easy forgiveness. Ronnel followed his father into exile despite the sentence not passing to the son, many a peasant girl and noble maid grieved for the loss of their favoured knight among the lists, but soon the tale of Ser Ronnel Arryn was forgotten.

Rymond Arryn did not survive long into his exile, a tongue that had ensured his punishment did little to ingratiate him to the politics of cut-throats and warlords. His body was never found, one day he simply did not return to the apartments he and his son lived out of in the city of Pentos. Grieving but not surprised, Ser Ronnel set out on the first of many travels which would define his time in the East. He left for Andalos, for the heartlands of his dynasty. Seven times Ser Ronnel made his way to the hills of Andalos, the first six to different ancient shrines of the six openly worshipped of the Seven. The final time, he knelt in prayer atop the rolling hills of the Andals. What words the Stranger spoke to the exiled knight, one can never say, but when Ser Ronnel returned to the Free Cities afterwards, his legend had been made. Already a renown warrior and combatent, he soon became a leader of men. Those he had met among the Andals, alongside other exiles and travellers from Westeros, knights and commoners alike, found common cause with the Knight of the Vale. The Swords of the Seven were unlike most mercenary companies, they were hardly militant monks the like of which had been seen during the reign of Maegor the Cruel, but they avoided the worst of the politics of Essos, keeping their faith, and the ways of their homeland on these foreign shores.

Many might consider what would have become of the Swords and Ser Ronnel, had he not then encountered Celena Lannister. Just as much as he keeps his final journey to Andalos a private matter, so too does he never quite explain what the pair spoke of, all that is known comes from his public deeds. Estates and offices in Pentos were sold, those men among the Swords who could not, or would not, return to Westeros were paid their final wages and dispersed. The rest, alongside their Commander, set out for the Vale.

Ser Ronnel Arryn had returned.