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Valar Morghulis: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

House Martell

House Martell

"Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken"

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Synopsis
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General & brief information about your chosen house.

Realm
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Dorne is a harsh, hot region with brutal geographic features. A mountain range divides it from the Stormlands and the Reach, and an unforgiving desert spans the area south of the mountains. Its rough geographical features have provided much in the way of natural defenses. Thought this comes at the expense of the area being somewhat geographically isolated from the rest of Westoros. To the north Dorne is bordered by the Sea of Dorne, the Stepstones islands are to the east, and the Summer Sea borders the south. It is the least populated of the seven kingdoms, but its people are hot blooded and strong willed. Dornishmen tend to be olive skinned with dark hair and dark eyes. Bastardy is treated more kindly in Dorne, nobles taking a paramour lover is commonplace and often results in bastards.

Dorne's military might has been put on par with the North. Though they do not possess a naval force. Their warriors are well known as spearmen with complex tactics. Dornish warriors also use guerrilla warfare tactics, sudden ambushes and rapid strikes, tactics which helped them to repel the Targaryens during Aegon's Conquest. The climate and geography of Dorne also aides the military, it is difficult to invade the landscape due to its seemingly endless deserts and mountain ranges. The Dornish also have a reputation for using lethal poisons, and their assassins often employ these toxins in their affairs.

Sworn Houses

House Allyrion of Godsgrace
House Blackmont of Blackmont
House Dalt of Lemonwood
House Dayne of Starfall
House Dayne of High Hermitage
House Fowler of Skyreach
House Gargalen of Salt Shore
House Jordayne of the Tor
House Manwoody of Kingsgrave
House Qorgyle of Sandstone
House Santagar of Spottswood
House Toland of Ghost Hill
House Uller of the Hellholt
House Vaith of the Red Dunes
House Wyl of Wyl
House Yronwood of Yronwood

Important Members
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Family Tree

• Alran Martell
• Dasina Martell
• Dyron Martell
• Olira Martell
• Dovan Sand

Alran Martell

Prince of Dorne
Lord of Sunspear

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Prince Alran Martell, 24

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Prince Alran is the head of Dorne and the Lord of Sunspear.

Since childhood Alran has been groomed by his father to one day lead his House, as such expectations for him are high. His father ingrained in him that the most important thing in life is family, that he must never go against the Martells or Dorne. He's not afraid to make major decisions, even if they are unpopular to other Houses. As long as it makes Dorne safer and stronger than its a good decision. He's also come to the realization that too long Dorne has been essentially on the sidelines, that other noble houses have been steering Westoros wrong, mostly ignoring his people. The Prince wants to make his House greater than its ever been. Whatever must be done to accomplish this goal is feasible to him, there can be no weakness from the head of a great house.

His tutelage under his father was more focused towards politics than warfare, while he knows how to use a sword and is decent with one he is no knight. It's unlikely to find him on the frontlines leading the charge. Alran keeps memories of the past in his mind when dealing with other Westorosi houses, while he does not allow these to guide his decisions they do factor in. He's well liked by the people of Dorne, with an outwardly friendly deposition, even though the weight of high expectations are on his shoulders. He'd never reveal how nervous he actually is to have so much weight behind virtually every one of his decisions.

History
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Born as the first son and second child of the head prince of Dorne, Darnis Martell and his wife Alyssa Velaryon, little Alran had no idea that he would one day lead an entire nation. His younger years were like that of most Dornish nobles, he enjoyed a childhood of royalty and wealth. He was close with his other sister Darna, the two often playing together in the gorgeous Dornish Water Gardens along with his younger sister Dasina and both of his cousins. Alran was given the best education in Dorne, practically fed books on how to rule and lead, attend to political matters. He was his parent's chosen heir, Darna wasn't really leadership material. She would be married off when Alran was thirteen to Lord Antorn of House Blackmont, and he has seen her only a handful of times since then. It was difficult to have her go, but in time he'd understand why such a decision was made.

As he entered his teenage years Alran was really taken under his father's watch, and truly taught how to be a head prince. He never really found political matters that exciting, but as his father told him, 'if politics were exciting then it may not necessarily be a good thing'. He'd spend his free time walking in the gardens, riding horses or writing in journals. He was also given some basic swordsmanship training though never particularly enjoyed it, but a head of a house should be able to protect themselves. His mother passed roughly a year before his father did, and it upset him much like it did many in Sunspear. It was the first time he ever saw his father cry and noticed how it seemed to permanently change the man's mindset. Alran always figured her death played a role in his father's, he hoped to have a love with his future wife even close to what they had.

When his father did die Alran was struck very hard with grief. He was no perfect prince of Dorne, but the man was a damn good father. Without his tutelage Alran would've never felt at all ready to lead the Martells and Dorne. Since his ascension a few months ago he's tried his best to ensure good relationships with the important lords of the realm, and carefully plan out future plans for his House. The soon to be approaching Targaryen forces across the narrow sea have raised concern across Westoros, and Alran has been careful in planning his actions related to that threat.

Dasina Martell

Princess of Dorne

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Princess Dasina Martell, 22

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Dasina has been claimed to be the most beautiful woman in Dorne, and as such always tries to appear her best. Compliments about her physical appearance just seem to bounce off her nowadays, and cause her to sigh. The Princess thinks of herself as more than just outwardly beautiful and likes people who notice this. She is highly regarded in Dorne by several of the vassal houses, numerous potential betrothals have been brought before her, though her older brother, the head Prince of Dorne has given her ultimate decision when it comes to who she marries. She's known as a calm and composed figure, who takes after her father in many ways in how she deals with matters. She's a caring woman with a soft spot for the beaten down and helpless. Though she has the typical Dornish fire which comes out when she is angry.

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Dasina was born the third child of Prince Alran and Alyssa Velaryon, like her brother she had a very affluent childhood. From the time she could wear a dress she was gifted expensive but utterly gorgeous dresses, and taught how to be a proper lady by her mother. Though the young Dasina would've rather played in the Water Gardens then dress up like a fancy royal. She would soon become accustomed to such a lifestyle, as expected of a powerful noblewoman. She grew into a gorgeous young woman, and at the earliest age of being able to be married off her family received numerous offers to do so from other noble houses. But, her father ultimately decided not to.

In her travels around Sunspear Dasina always took note of the downtrodden who inhabited the poorer parts of the city, she sympathized greatly with these people despite herself coming from royalty. She always found it a humbling experience to interact with them, though some of the people back in the palace would try to discourage her from doing so. A prim and proper lady didn't associate herself with 'dangerous lowborns'. She slowed down with doing these travels, despite neither of her parents directly disapproving of her doing it.

Ser Dyron Martell

Prince of Dorne
Anointed knight

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Dyron Martell, 53

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Prince Dyron is a highly regarded knight in Dorne, he has participated in numerous battles in past, having played a key role in helping to rid the nearby Stepstones of pirates. His talent with a sword is well known, at one point he was considered for the Kingsguard but was passed over, something he hasn't forgotten. He overall has an intense knowledge of military history and tactics. As a knight he tries to uphold his vows, and show some honor in his dealings. When he was younger he was known as a charming man with a suave sense about himself, but he's hardened in recent years. He serves as an adviser to Prince Alran, offering counsel to his nephew in different capacities. With the incoming threat of the Targaryens he assumes a high role among the Dornish military.

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Prince Dyron Martell was born the youngest son of Trystane Martell and Myrcella Baratheon, a marriage made between the Martells and Lannisters in order to secure an alliance between their houses as well as try to repair the tense relationship the great houses had. As such he was born with 'King's blood', though he has never lead the Martells. Due to his mother's death a year later during childbirth, Dyron was mostly raised by his father and various servants that assisted in his upbringing. He never knew his mother, though his father often told him how beautiful and kind hearted she was, that she would have been proud of the noble knight he became. His older brother Arving was a strong influence on the young Dyron, keeping a watchful eye on the curious young prince. His younger years were regal and peaceful, until he was deemed old enough to become a page. He had grown up hearing tales of proud knights across Westoros, who went down as legends for their feats of valor.

Dyron was put under the tutelage of Ser Tobas Dayne, a highly skilled swordsman and the third son of the late Edric Dayne. e was squired alongside Morgan Sand, who would become one of his closest friends. The trials of knighthood were a rough time for the young prince, as it was for many who took such a challenge. He was taught well by Ser Tobas, and himself showed a strong drive to impress his teacher. It was commonplace for him to undergo constant training from the early hours of days until the late hours of night. Nevertheless he drove to succeed and became a squire to Ser Tobas. Dyron explored much of Dorne under Tobas' tutelage, traveling with the knight on his journeys through the land. He tended to the knight's horse, cleaned his armor and sharped his sword.

At the age of seventeen he was knighted by Ser Tobas, Dyron can still recall every second of his knighting ceremony. Walking barefoot from the sept in Sunspear before falling to one knee before his teacher as the proud knight tapped each of his shoulders with his blade, the same sword Dyron himself had sharpened many times in the past. It was the happiest day of his life besides the births of both of his children. Over the next several years he'd ride across the lands alongside Morgan Sand, fighting in tournaments and making a name for himself. At one point he was considered the finest knight in Dorne, and considered for the Kingsguard in his early thirties. But he was passed over due to politics, something he's never forgotten.

Though his passing over from the Kingsguard allowed him to look towards getting married, and found himself falling for the beautiful Elrie Dayne, a woman he had known for several years and was smitten with. Unfortunatly, Morgan also fell for her and this caused a falling out between the two knights, and she ended up marrying Dyron due to his high birth. Him and Morgan were never the same, as the knight proceeded to anger several Dornish nobles then leave the land, Dyron having not seen him since. He would marry Elrie, and find himself starting a family. He would ultimately have one child with Elrie, Olira, raising her with love and affection. He'd also take a paramour, Leyina, who he'd father a bastard son Dovan with.

For years he focused on raising his children, though spent some time in Stepstones where he helped to rid of pirates. Once his son Dovan was of proper age the bastard prince desired to become a knight like his father, and Dyron accepted his son as his squire. He taught Dovan sternly, but fairly, much like Tobas Dayne had taught him. As their training intensified and the boy grew, Dyron even suspected Dovan would be a stronger knight than even he was. He also taught Olira some swordsmanship, the feisty young princess begging him to do it. The recent death of his cousin Darnis Martell shifted control of the house to the young Alran Martell, and Dyron would take a position of guidance and advice to the new head prince.

Olira Martell

Princess of Dorne

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Olira Martell, 21

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A feisty and fiery princess, the young Olira is unlike most royal women in that she has had swordsmanship training under her father. She's quite solid with a blade or spear in hand, using speed to her advantage to make up for her lack of raw strength. She'd rather wield a spear and duel than wear a dress and attend to political matters. It is unlikely that she will ever have to lead her house, and as such she just lives to enjoy her life. She has a strong sense of adventure and curiosity, with aspirations of seeing the most jawdropping places in the world, especially the Rhoyne. Her attitude is noticeable, she's brash and bold but not stupid. Her words can sting as she's often blunt with them. Though she is not innately cruel.

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The only child of Prince Dyron Martell and Elrie Dayne, Olira was lavished with love by both parents during her childhood. She was raised in the Water Gardens of Sunspear, growing up alongside her cousins Alran and Dasina, as well as her younger half brother Dovan. She spent much of her time running around the gardens, playing in the crystal clear pools or reading amongst the lush flowers. It was a calm, beautiful place to live, in the royal palace away from the craziness of the rest of the world. In her readings she took a particular interest in the tales of Queen Nymeria of the Rhoynar, the legendary warrior queen who led her people across the narrow sea to settle in Dorne.

Even as a young girl Olira dreamed of being like the legendary Rhoynar woman. She made it one of her life goals to step foot across the sea and stand in the Rhoyne where Nymeria once stood. Being tied down and turned into essentially a pampered housewife was not something she desired. She had the blood of the warrior queen in her veins after all. As she watched her bastard brother squire under her father, she frequently begged her father to teach her too and show her how to fight like a knight even though she could not become one. Dyron allowed it, teaching her when he felt she was old and smart enough to do so. When she was able to she would be taught by him, and later on Dovan. She never lost her sense for adventure, and as the girl became a young woman she'd frequently explore the hills, rivers and plains of Dorne, with a bodyguard of course.

Her mother passing four years ago greatly affected Olira, she was extremely close with her mother and cried more than she ever had the day of her funeral. She's worn her mother's necklace ever since, a simple design with the sigil of House Dayne as a pendant made of silver. She didn't have much to say about the passing of Prince Darnis, finding him a kind but somewhat boring man. Still she was saddened to hear of his death, but is excited that Alran is the new head of Dorne. The approaching threat of the Targaryens across the ocean has frightened her slightly, though she does have unrealistic hopes of being able to go across the sea and fight in the battles there. But her father and Alran would never allow such a thing. Talk has also occurred of her marrying off to another noble family, though she ignores such rumors. Olira has too much of a life to enjoy and places to go to be married to some fat old lord.

Ser Dovan Sand

Prince of Dorne
Anointed knight

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Ser Dovan Sand, 19

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The bastard son of Prince Dyron Martell, Dovan is a recently anointed knight who is known for his talent with a blade. He tries his best to exemplify the knight's code, trying to bring honor to the Martell name. In Dorne he is treated no differently than trueborn royalty despite his status as a bastard. He is sensitive to remarks about his bastardry and it's easy to anger him with such comments. He's overly cocky in his own abilities, while he is an excellent swordsman there are others better than he is, but he does simply not believe it. He's hot headed with a fierce temper, utterly unable to accept defeat. He's not exactly a religious man, though he does believe in some sort of higher power. He's a homosexual, though no one knows this secret except for his half-sister, Olira. It is something he is keen on keeping a secret. The two share an extremely close bond and she is the person he trusts most in the world.

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Background
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Self-explanatory. Please detail the recent history of your house here, up until the present date, 370AC.

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• House Velaryon
  
  The Martells and Velaryons enjoy positive relations due to a previous marriage. Alran and Dasina's mother was Alyssa Velaryon, the younger sister of the current lord of House Velaryon, Lord Aethan. Alran has also had a close friendship with the current Velaryon heir since childhood, the boy having fostered at Sunspear for a time
• House Estermont
  
  The Martells have friendly relations with the Estermonts, which has lead to trade between the houses. House Estermont is allowed free travel between the Sea of Dorne, and is allowed to dock at Dornish ports for a reduced cost. Lord Edam Estermont has visited Dorne in the past, his mother was a member of House Jordayne who are vassals to the Martells. The late Prince Darnis Martell was friends with Edam, and Prince Alran has also had friendly conversations with Lord Edam.

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House Royce

House Royce

"We Remember"

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Synopsis
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General & brief information about your chosen house.

Realm
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Detail the military strength of your house, as well as any other relevant information about the region in which your house is located. If you are writing for a Great House, you may list vassal houses here.

Important Members
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• Lord Nathal Royce
• Gannon Royce
• Ser Rodner Royce
• Keegan Royce

Lord Nathal Royce

Lord of Runestone

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Nathal Royce, 62

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Gannon Royce

Officer of the Night's Watch

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Gannon Royce, 40

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Ser Rodner Royce

Knight of the Kingsguard

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Rodner Royce, 34

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Keegan Royce

Heir to the Lordship of Runestone

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Keegan Royce, 26

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Background
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Self-explanatory. Please detail the recent history of your house here, up until the present date, 370AC.

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If your house has any important relations with other houses outside of your own region, you may detail the nature of these relations here.

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Example information about relations between House TBC and TBC 2 here.

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Black Lily [High Casual]

As Darian seemed to appear from thin air, the former pirate king watched the assassin expertly cut down two of the ill prepared magicians. His compatriot had pulled a similar to maneuver to which Covell had, using his steed as a launching pad rather than anything else. Blood splashed the floor of cart, as corpses piled up on it. He had expected no less from the Black Lily Guild, exceptional violence was one of their many calling cards. He shifted towards the last magician, who was in Darian’s sights. Not to be unmatched, Covell smiled widely, a grin which missed a few teeth. The sheer fear in the man’s eyes, his body language already showing obvious defeat.

Two razor sharp saber blades whizzed through the air in a symmetrical swing, as the magician’s chest seemed to explode in a shower of blood. Breath exited lungs for the last time, and the corpse shimmied before it slammed to the floor in a death sprawl. Covell silently cleaned his sabers off on the man’s back, wiping the crimson splatters off his blades. With one more glance around he noted all of their foes had been slain.

“It’s already dusk, damnit.” Came the voice of Gabriel, their ‘leader’ clearly angered by their current situation despite the victory over the magicians.

“A few beasties don’t frighten me, though my stomach yearns for something strong after spilling a little blood,” Covell stated as he sheathed his sabers, then looked over towards Darian. Locking eyes with the assassin. ”Fine job there.”

The assassin grunted in response as he shoved a muddy boot into the torso of the magician holding his soliferrum hostage, and callously yanked it out.

Darian feared not the dark, nor the beats who prowled within it. He’d spent the better part of his life living in the Wildlands, taking whatever it savagely threw at whoever dare reside within her bosom. Yet not all were cut from the same cloth he was, such was pity, he’d expected some more backbone from members of the great Black Lily Guild. Despite that, fear was good, it atleast meant they were smart. One must always be aware of their limitations.

He regarded the pirate as he wiped the blood of the damned upon there couture. “Oh, having tummy troubles after happening upon a little blood, huh? I never took you as the hemophobic-type.”

“Nah, it has been too long since I’ve had a drink,” Covell replied with a smirk, it had been roughly a day since his last bit of liquor. “In my humble opinion, few things top that post slaughter sip of whiskey or rum. That in hand with a busty tavern wench, well it sounds like a good time indeed. I’m sure we’ll give these simple village folk a fun night.”

A quick laugh emitted from his mouth, the pirate was in a better mood than he had been before. Dots of blood marked his face, remnants of the recent magicians he had cut down. He’d clean it off when they got to their destination. He didn’t fear the wild out here, but sleeping in a warm bed was more comfortable than on the dirt floor. Of course nothing would ever top a gently rocking bed in his quarters on the Drowned Rose, as the ocean waves softly motioned underneath the vessel.

”A pirate who’s gone too long without a drink? Either the stories are untrue or life on land has made you less of an alcoholic.” Darian iotoned dryly as he sheathed his weapons.

He regarded the corpses for a moment then glanced at the setting sun and back at his compatriots. It would be foolhardy to bring bloody corpses into town, attracting every Drake within a twenty mile radius to their location. In one smooth motion he lifted one of the cadavers, removed his satchel, then dumped the body out of the cart and onto the road. The others would catch on soon enough.

Darian snickered under his helm as he worked. “Fun night you say? That or we’ll kill them smelling like a full course meal for any predator out in the Green.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I’m going to make up for lost time.” The pirate replied as he watched the man dump one of the bodies out of the cart. A wise move, they didn’t need more strange looks showing up to the town with a stash of dead, mutilated corpses. He knelt down, then grasped the one nearest to him. With a quick lift and drop he tossed it over the side, the dirt road staining with blood.

“Fun is fun, more killing could be fun. If any of the creatures out here want to come after us looking for a snack then they’ll end up with more than just an empty stomach,” Covell added with another smile, he did need a new belt. The hide of whatever monstrosity in that scenario decided to mess with them would do just fine.

“You can take that bravado up with the next mutant we meet. Be sure to have that same energy.” Darian breathed as he tossed the last body overboard and lounged on the cart floor. He examined the two satchels he swiped off the bodies of the magicians, no doubt filled with assets valuable to a magician, making it not only a great for sale in the Disk, but perfect bait.

“I have the same energy for whichever fight. Nothing frightens me anymore with all the things I’ve seen in my life. If you think the beasts in the woods are disturbing, just see the ones underneath the waters,” Covell said as he crossed his arms and looked at the now lounging assassin. “It may get dark and eerie out here, but there it’s a whole different thing. Watching your first mate get dragged into pitch black waters by unseen monstrosities tends to hurt the ease of sleep a bit, or it used to.”

“These are troubling times, the most a man can do is to make the most of it and enjoy it.” The pirate stated, rambling slightly.

Darian grunted in response. He could only take the pirates word for it. ”Well, if that’s the case I suppose a drink would be enjoyable. You wanna steer us clear of the Green? he suggested.

“A drink is always enjoyable. We’ll try not to flip the tavern upside down. Then we might actually have a mutant looking for us.” Covell said with another, more obvious smile. As he spoke his hands went up to grasp his hat, as he gently flicked dirt and grim off of it.

After firmly placing it upon the top of his head he figured it was time for them to get moving. He walked to the front of the cart, and seated himself in the driver's seat as he swiftly grasped the reins. The horses didn’t pay him much attention, whoever held their reins was of little concerns to them. One gently munched on grass, but paused as he motioned for the horses to start following Gabriel’s carriage.

“If you spot any of those beasts creeping up on us during our trip to Braven do let me know. I’m sure all the carnage might’ve drawn some curious monstrosities.” He stated with a turned head and another smile towards Darian as the horses followed the others.

Black Lily [High Casual]

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Valar Morghulis: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

House Martell

House Martell

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

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Family Tree

House Members:

• Alran Martell
• Dasina Martell
• Olira Martell
• Ser Dovan Sand

Background: One of the seven great houses of Westoros, House Martell preside over the southern peninsula of Dorne. They are a close knit house with a proud history. They pride themselves on having never been conquered by any military force, only bending the knee to the Targaryen kings under specific demands. One such is that Martell royalty are referred to as 'princes' and 'princesses'. Royals of either gender may inherit, as may bastards. In recent times the Martells have drawn back from greater political affairs, since the events of Robert's Rebellion. Choosing instead to focus on the peace of Dorne. But with recent troubling events they find themselves forced to join the rest of Westoros.

Realm: Dorne is a harsh, hot region with brutal geographic features. A mountain range divides it from the Stormlands and the Reach, and an unforgiving desert spans the area south of the mountains. Its rough geographical features have provided much in the way of natural defenses. Thought this comes at the expense of the area being somewhat geographically isolated from the rest of Westoros. To the north Dorne is bordered by the Sea of Dorne, the Stepstones islands are to the east, and the Summer Sea borders the south. It is the least populated of the seven kingdoms, but its people are hot blooded and strong willed. Dornishmen tend to be olive skinned with dark hair and dark eyes. Bastardy is treated more kindly in Dorne, bastards of noble houses are able to inherit land and titles.

Leadership: The recently ascended ruler of Dorne, and head of House Martell is Prince Alran Martell. He is the only son of the recently deceased Darnis Martell, a highly regarded man in Dorne. Prince Darnis died three months ago, leaving his kingdom in younger hands. While he has been groomed by his father since he was a young man Darnis is still inexperienced in greater politics. Despite this the young Prince knows he has a duty to his House, and his kingdom to do whats best for everyone in it. His father didn't have to face the issues he has been essentially thrown into, and with the support of his family Darnis will face it.

Military Might: Estimated to be able to raise 50,000 soldiers, Dorne's military might has been put on par with the North. Though they do not possess a naval force. Their warriors are well known as spearmen with complex tactics. Dornish warriors also use guerrilla warfare tactics, sudden ambushes and rapid strikes, tactics which helped them to repel the Targaryens during Aegon's Conquest. The climate and geography of Dorne also aides the military, it is difficult to invade the landscape due to its seemingly endless deserts and mountain ranges. The Dornish also have a reputation for using lethal poisons, and their assassins often employ these toxins in their affairs.

Economy: Dorne exports many unique products, products which are uncommon in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. They provide various delicious fruits, grown in the gorgeous gardens on the peninsula, as well as spices. Dornish wine is highly regarded, though it is not cheap its taste is rich. Horses breed in Dorne are known as sand steeds, they are beautiful sleek creatures with a swiftness to them. They are smaller than normal warhorses and cannot bear to wear armor, but their incredible endurance and speed makes up for this. The marketplace in Sunspear is constantly filled with activity, Dornish ports welcome merchants from across the Narrow Sea which allows their exports to be sold around the world.

Sworn Houses

House Allyrion of Godsgrace
House Blackmont of Blackmont
House Dalt of Lemonwood
House Dayne of Starfall
House Dayne of High Hermitage
House Fowler of Skyreach
House Gargalen of Salt Shore
House Jordayne of the Tor
House Manwoody of Kingsgrave
House Qorgyle of Sandstone
House Santagar of Spottswood
House Toland of Ghost Hill
House Uller of the Hellholt
House Vaith of the Red Dunes
House Wyl of Wyl
House Yronwood of Yronwood

House Relations:

• House Velaryon - The Martells and Velaryons enjoy positive relations due to a previous marriage. Alran and Dasina's mother was Alyssa Velaryon, the younger sister of the current lord of House Velaryon, Lord Aethan. Alran has also had a close friendship with the current Velaryon heir since childhood, the boy having fostered at Sunspear for a time.

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Alran Martell

Alran Martell

Titles: Prince of Dorne, Lord of the Sandship and Lord of Sunspear

Age: 24

Appearance: Inheriting the best features of both his parents, Alran is a tall, lean and handsome young prince. His black hair is trimmed medium length, his facial features masculine and defined without bruises or scars. Due to his Velaryon heritage he possesses purple eyes, defining him as having some blood of old Valyria in his veins. Typically clad in fine clothes befitting the Prince of Dorne, Alran emphasizes how Dornish royalty looks. He is not a stupid man though, knowing his position automatically puts him at some danger from bold individuals. He has taken to tucking a dagger on his belt, though he has yet to use it. It's better to be safe than a corpse.

Personality:

Biography:

Dasina Martell

Dasina Martell

Titles: Princess of Dorne

Age: 22

Appearance: Often claimed to be the most beautiful woman in Dorne, Dasina has an olive colored complexion like the rest of her family, though it is offset with violet eyes. A trait which she shares with her brother. She stands of average height, her body feminine with a modest bust and flawless skin. She often wears elegant robes of bright colors, a favorite shade being orange.

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Dovan Sand

Dovan Sand

Titles: Ser

Age: 21

Appearance: Bearing the typical features of Dornish royalty Dovan shares the olive skin and dark hair of his family members. He stands 196 cms in height, taller than Prince Alran and both of the princesses. His face is masculine and attractive, with a strong jawline, deep brown eyes and high cheekbones. Still a recent knight, it is rare to find Dovan not wearing some form of armor. His weapon of choice is a fine steel longsword, though he also uses a Dornish spear with a Valyrian steel spearhead, a gift from House Velaryon during a marriage between their houses. Along with his weapons he also carries sturdy round shield which has the sigil of House Martell painted powerfully on the center.

Personality: Dovan tries his best to exemplify the knight's code, trying to bring honor to the Martell name. He is a bastard, though in Dorne is treated no differently than trueborn royalty. He is sensitive to remarks about his bastardry and it's easy to anger him with such remarks. He's overly cocky in his own abilities, while he is an excellent swordsman there are others better than he is, but he does simply not believe it. He's hot headed with a fierce temper, utterly unable to accept defeat. He's not exactly a religious man, though he does believe in some sort of higher power. He's a homosexual, though no one knows this secret except for his half-sister, Olira. The two share an extremely close bond.

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Olira Martell

Olira Martell

Titles: Princess of Dorne

Age: 19

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Personality: A quiet, kind hearted girl, Olira is as innocent as they come. She's fiercely protective of her half-brother, and he of her.

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Major WIP

Valar Morghulis: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

I'm gonna go for House Martell. Can't join Discord right now but will when I get home. Already have some thoughts in mind for the house concept and plans.

Valar Morghulis: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

I'm down.

Black Lily [High Casual]

The streets still made him nervous, too many weeks solely upon land caused the former pirate's mind to wander to strange places. Covell missed having his feet on the sturdy wooden floors of a ship, the denizens of the city claimed without real knowledge that the seas were a dangerous place. One that was utterly unpredictable with constant sorrow whether it be storms, piracy or the monstrosities which tended to lurk below the waves. He claimed the opposite. Once one lived upon the seas long enough they grew accustom to its joys and sorrows. There was a beautiful calmness to the waters, one could go for weeks on end without seeing another vessel. This city on the other hand stunk of depression and hatred, it teemed with backstabbers, vagabonds and thieves. It reminded him of his hometown, only on a far grander scale. Traces of memories of that place still littered in the corners of his mind, Covell having tried damn hard to expunge much that concerned his childhood before his entrance to piracy.

Still, he was stuck here. Covell having pledged himself to the Black Lily guild, it was money at least. One day he'd make enough to be able to afford a proper vessel, one that was a true successor the Rose, may she rest in peace among the sea floor. Upon that day he'd seek vengeance upon the creature which slaughtered his crew and left him adrift along the raging waters. He still remembered every crewmen of his it had drowned in the sea. He had taken one of its teeth, made the beast bleed. All that was left was to return and finish the job. He knew that exacting his revenge would be a glorious moment. But he could not concern himself with such a scheme at this time. That was for down the road.

The steed shifted and stormed under his reins, Covell still was not a great horse rider. He had been forced to learn the skill within the three months of joining Black Lily. It was still not something he was entirely comfortable with. He did not fear the animal, he rode with drive and focus it was simply not an easy shift after being practically sea bound for decades. His horse's breath was hard and heavy, its fine dark grey coat shimmering in the daylight as it rocketed down the dirt road. One of his hands reached up and resettled his hat upon his head, it had been rocking intensely in the horse's powerful strides. Riding to the right side alongside the grimy looking Willard, Covell's horse leapt over one of the orbs as it was launched in his direction.

"Watch those bombs, boy!" The pirate hollered to the younger Willard as he charged towards the caravan, his horse's hooves clanking hard against the dirt road. With each kick dust rose into the air, only adding to the chaos.

Growing more bold, Covell closed in closer to the nearest carriage. More explosions flew out towards the six criminals, he reached towards his belt then drew his dagger. Cursing the lack of rope available at the moment he whipped the reins harder as he practically demanded the horse worked harder than it already was. He pulled away from his formerly designated position alongside Willard as Covell charged closest he could, closing in proximity to the man driving the carriage. He heard noises as Giselle secured cargo on another part of the caravan.

Rapidly removing both his feet from the stirrups, Covell shifted quickly in his seat. This was an incredibly dangerous maneuver that could easily end badly with him at least suffering multiple shattered bones. But, the sheer thrill of it convinced him to ignore any potential danger. He would die someday, and it damn sure wouldn't be on a dirty road in the middle of nowhere. He drew his dagger, it giving him the quickest chance to land a rapid and lethal blow. Then he launched himself from his horse, soaring through the air as his horse screeched in pain. One of the orbs impacted into the beast's back leg, sending it to the ground in a fit of anguish.

The action seemed to come to a standstill as Covell whizzed in the air, carrying himself forward with purpose. He heard the sounds of battle as the woefully unprepared magicians aboard the caravan tried to stop them. More orbs launched in his direction as he floated in the wind, legs pushed forward as he estimated his landing. He could practically sense the fear in the men as he crashed into the caravan, just behind the driver. With a split second smirk he drove his dagger into the man's neck, sending a shot of blood into the air as agony filled the driver's expression. His hands shot upwards, releasing the reins as the blade wedged deeply into his throat. The horses continued forward, as the three other men in the carriage reacted to the intruder with surprise.

"Ahoy, Sorry to barge in." The pirate stated, quickly drawing both of his cutlasses. His dagger still embedded in the driver's neck. The three other occupants of the carriage stared him down with shock and rage, one readied more magical orbs to fling at the other riders, while the other two produced small blades. They were woefully unprepared.

Game of Thrones: Summerhall

You guys still accepting?

@josephb

Not a GM but it says that anyone can apply. Some houses are already claimed, but there's dozens more available to pick.