It was charming to watch the model in familiar territory. Like a fluttering moth to a bright light, he made a beeline to where he thought he should be, not where he actually needed to go. There was a small, inconsequential thought in his head that said he should be guiding the gorgeously dim young man, but if he was being completely honest with himself, Chase adored Lucian. And by that he meant that he absolutely loved watching this guy go in circles until he could figure out what he actually needed to do. It was hilarious to watch and endlessly entertaining.
Chase barely held back a laugh as Lucian told the wrong dude that they were there to reap him. He had to pat his shoulder, making no effort to hide his grin. "It's a good thing you're pretty, bud," He said as he gently pulled him back once Maya took over.
He had no intention of piping up any further--anything else he had to add would be redundant at this point. He did, however, give Maya an incredulous look as she actually dismissed the elephant in the room. Why the hell wouldn't she follow up on that? Sure, he was a little on the new side, but even he figured that core was not where it should be.
"Also where did you get that earring?" Chase ended up adding, flicking the ear where WhatsHisFace had the weapon core hanging from--and coincidentally, where his own core was.
Stifling a small yawn, Chase had nothing of importance to add to the conversation. He might've if he had been paying any attention, but that required effort and it was too early for that. Why were they out here so early again? Even spirits had to realize that there were better things to do at this time. Maybe if he wasn't so sore he might've been more open to these early missions, but he supposed it was for...something. He didn't recall much of the debriefing, either, though considering the team, he was sure to be reminded one way or another.
Rubbing his neck, Chase forced himself to listen into Whats-His-Face's rambling about...some gifted dude. Is that what they were looking for? The sooner they finished, the sooner Chase could go home and nap--unless he still had company over. He was usually good at shooing away people before breakfast, but they had to get here early so he didn't get the chance. Well, he supposed he wouldn't entirely mind a repeat of last night. So long as that one chick didn't do that weird tongue thing, she could ride him just fine but she had this weird tendency to open her mouth and wag her tongue around, it wasn't as sexy as she thought it was. He didn't like trashy girls, though her ass was so fine he didn't pay much attention to her personality. Then again, she was the consolation prize, he really wanted that cute bartender but he kept complaining about working late and...
Wait, what was he thinking about before?
Chase closed his eyes, letting out a slight hum and he knelt down to the ground. Alright, find the gifted dude, get things done, and then go home. Easy. He muttered something under his breath, holding back another yawn before opening his now glowing eyes. The world around him was no longer as it was, instead it was draped in near-complete darkness. Anything living or dead was barely illuminated, but he wasn't interested in any of those as he looked around. He did, however, show more interest in a glowing individual--there was the man of the hour.
He shook his head as the spell ended, blinking a few times to let his eyes adjust to the light difference. Standing up straight, he stretched his arms above his head, letting them drop as he turned to the rest of the crew. "Southwest is the way," He stated. "Let's go find him quick, got a warm bed calling my name."
Charles Dionne Chase Dion Male | 26 | Divination "The only thing on my mind is revenge."
_______________________________________________ "I haven't forgotten." "Feel free to swoon. I'll make sure to catch you." "I'll kill him." ________________________________________
"The world is such an ugly place. Good thing I'm around to make it that much more beautiful."
✦ Appearance ✦
A tall, somewhat lanky fellow, Chase is never seen without his signature, charming smile. He is prim, proper, and posh, keeping up a tidy appearance with his clothes free of dirt and wrinkles. Looking his best is very important to him: his shoes are always polished and his outfits accessorized accordingly. He claims his red hair has a 'science' to it where it always looks perfectly tousled. The striking contrast between said hair and his chartreuse eyes is something he is very proud of. Should the occasion arrive that he actually needs to dress down, even that will be designer and nothing less. In short he tries to look fabulous at every opportunity possible, favoring style over everything else.
✦ Weapon ✦
Chase's weapon manifests from a cuff earring to a sniper rifle.
✦ Magic ✦
Chase believes his magic falls into the Divination category. Anytime his magic is activated, his irises glow bright.
✧ Audi ✧ - A spell that divines ones thoughts and brings them into his own. His thoughts are also able to be sent to others. In shorter terms, it works much like telepathy and works to keep communication between people. Inner thoughts are not able to be projected or read, only surface level ones.
✧ Sentire ✧ - Chase's most-used spell. With a deep breath, he can sense living or non-living things around him. At least, that's how he describes it. He primarily uses it to sense Wisps and can tell how many there are and where they are located within a certain range.
✧ Cogitare ✧ - An offshoot of Sentire. A more focused spell, he can pinpoint the exact location of whatever he is tracking. While he uses this for Wisps, he can also use them for Reapers and humans.
✧ Vide ✧ - A spell that lets Chase peek into the see into past memories. It's easiest to see more recent memories. Those that are further back are harder to obtain and take more time and energy to see.
"So, how did you die?"
"It was all over the news, don't you remember? It was woven as any other celebrity death: another cog on the Hollywood machine crushed. At least I lasted a while on the news cycle. Everyone was shocked, I tell you, shocked! Or at least they pretend they were. My albums sold well, my fortune was as plump as a girl's lip fillers, and I was well into that 'mature singer' phase. But I was still a teen heartthrob, so to the world, it was only a matter of time before I died to some sort of overdose. To most people's credit, they thought it'd be the alcohol. I kinda thought the same, too.
But they weren't aware that by some miracle, I've never so much as lit up a joint. Something about sniffing stuff weirds me out. I was always happy for a drink at the end of the day, but drugs? Have you seen what they do to your skin and teeth? My entire brand ran on my good looks--I did commercials, too--why the hell would I do anything to mess myself up? A solid third of my paychecks went into making sure I looked my best at all times: hair, clothes, skincare, gym memberships, trainers, healthy food. I love how I look. Honestly, the only reason I didn't marry a mirror is because I knew I'd get laughed out of court.
I guess to their credit, it was my first time trying it out. High as a kite...and I remember slipping and falling in the bathroom. Skull probably cracked on the tile floor, I wouldn't be surprised. But honestly, I'm more surprised no one thought the bruises on my neck were weird."
Charles Dionne Chase Dion Male | 26 | Divination "The only thing on my mind is revenge."
_______________________________________________ "I haven't forgotten." "Feel free to swoon. I'll make sure to catch you." "I'll kill him." ________________________________________
"The world is such an ugly place. Good thing I'm around to make it that much more beautiful."
✦ Appearance ✦
A tall, somewhat lanky fellow, Chase is never seen without his signature, charming smile. He is prim, proper, and posh, keeping up a tidy appearance with his clothes free of dirt and wrinkles. Looking his best is very important to him: his shoes are always polished and his outfits accessorized accordingly. He claims his red hair has a 'science' to it where it always looks perfectly tousled. The striking contrast between said hair and his chartreuse eyes is something he is very proud of. Should the occasion arrive that he actually needs to dress down, even that will be designer and nothing less. In short he tries to look fabulous at every opportunity possible, favoring style over everything else.
✦ Weapon ✦
Chase's weapon manifests from a cuff earring to a sniper rifle.
✦ Magic ✦
Chase believes his magic falls into the Divination category. Anytime his magic is activated, his irises glow bright.
✧ Audi ✧ - A spell that divines ones thoughts and brings them into his own. His thoughts are also able to be sent to others. In shorter terms, it works much like telepathy and works to keep communication between people. Inner thoughts are not able to be projected or read, only surface level ones.
✧ Sentire ✧ - Chase's most-used spell. With a deep breath, he can sense living or non-living things around him. At least, that's how he describes it. He primarily uses it to sense Wisps and can tell how many there are and where they are located within a certain range.
✧ Cogitare ✧ - An offshoot of Sentire. A more focused spell, he can pinpoint the exact location of whatever he is tracking. While he uses this for Wisps, he can also use them for Reapers and humans.
✧ Vide ✧ - A spell that lets Chase peek into the see into past memories. It's easiest to see more recent memories. Those that are further back are harder to obtain and take more time and energy to see.
"So, how did you die?"
"It was all over the news, don't you remember? It was woven as any other celebrity death: another cog on the Hollywood machine crushed. At least I lasted a while on the news cycle. Everyone was shocked, I tell you, shocked! Or at least they pretend they were. My albums sold well, my fortune was as plump as a girl's lip fillers, and I was well into that 'mature singer' phase. But I was still a teen heartthrob, so to the world, it was only a matter of time before I died to some sort of overdose. To most people's credit, they thought it'd be the alcohol. I kinda thought the same, too.
But they weren't aware that by some miracle, I've never so much as lit up a joint. Something about sniffing stuff weirds me out. I was always happy for a drink at the end of the day, but drugs? Have you seen what they do to your skin and teeth? My entire brand ran on my good looks--I did commercials, too--why the hell would I do anything to mess myself up? A solid third of my paychecks went into making sure I looked my best at all times: hair, clothes, skincare, gym memberships, trainers, healthy food. I love how I look. Honestly, the only reason I didn't marry a mirror is because I knew I'd get laughed out of court.
I guess to their credit, it was my first time trying it out. High as a kite...and I remember slipping and falling in the bathroom. Skull probably cracked on the tile floor, I wouldn't be surprised. But honestly, I'm more surprised no one thought the bruises on my neck were weird."
Michail had never been so proud of Auberon. While he could feel both Euphemia and Lavender's looks of disproval, he had the utmost confidence in the Lion. Both Jorah and Auberon could keep the ponytailed idiot busy while the rest of them could ensure that the enemy wouldn't get the jump on them. One wyvern rider was down, but he'd bet his next pay that there were more waiting.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind that another emerged. Unlike before, though, this one was charging at them. Michail found his spear fending off the wyvern's jaws as he was pushed back. Celeste let out a shriek of surprise, having been knocked over by Michail. Both Derec and Isolde looked to her, though neither could help as a pair of soldiers had decided to attack them as well.
Meanwhile, the eyepatched bandit was amused by Auberon. He seemed to recognize his strike. "Oh? Didn't you promise me an audience with the Goddess?" He asked, giving a small 'tut' of disappointment. "You're much too green to be writing checks your mouth can't keep, aren't you boy? This is how you swing an axe!"
He brought his weapon up with a tight grip and employed what could only be described as wild, powerful strikes. Anything the axe hit would likely be sliced to ribbons--not to speak of what would happen should it connect to any flesh.
The chaos of battle was not a foreign one.
What was supposed to be a simple rescue mission quickly turned into a fight for survival. The enemy saw vulnerable, inexperienced children and they had little choice but to stand their ground. He could already hear Sirius berating them on their failure. He only hoped Michail and the others were having an easier time, but it was unlikely that they could be counted on for rescue. He couldn't rely on his Crest either--though the lack of one of their students caught him off guard. He looked in the direction where Rudolf was sensed last, but he was as good as gone. The only solace was that things weren't as hopeless as they seemed, as their enemy clearly underestimated them.
Meanwhile, Veronica kept her eyes on the sky. At Kellen's sighting, she let loose two arrows. The first missed, but the second hit its mark. The man scarcely let out any sound as the arrow had found his neck, and he fell off the pegasus. She was shocked--somehow, she wasn't expecting to actually kill him, for some reason. At Clarissa's call, she realized that the Eagle was nowhere to be found.
"Here I assumed he would've been cowering at our ankles," She couldn't help but note.
At Lienna's call, Tomai looked. At that moment, the fog began to fade--it looked like the slumped over mage had been the source of the spell. Lucky. "Everyone, we need to move forward and regroup with the advanced team, I'm more than certain they've also gotten ambushed" He ordered, a glyph quickly forming in front of him. With its release, a surge of thunderbolts littered the area surrounding them, clearing the way ahead and giving them space to breathe. "Go get him and catch up with us!" He urged Kaira.
He wasn't quite finished yet. Turning to Kellen, he held out his staff once more. "Tell Michail we need help and that we have to regroup," He told him, a glyph appearing under Kellen and spiriting him away without giving the poor boy a chance to respond.
The green haired girl nodded. Without any hesitation, she ran over to one of the fallen soldiers and took their sword. She made sure to know where Rudolf was before breaking into a full sprint. One soldier that hadn't been struck by Tomai's spell met his unfortunate end with a quick slice from Kaira's sword, and she followed Rudolf's route.
Unfortunately, the other mages took note of the shaking boy. As one decided to go after him, Kaira held her hand out as she cast a familiar spell. Rudolf would find himself suddenly pulled off the roof, though he would land safely next to her. Her heart splintered at seeing his state, but she couldn't comfort him here. "Get up, we need to return to the others," She told him, pulling him to his feet.
Eila was practically beaming as she watched Kyreth off. Oh, what a silly thought, it wasn't like he was her child! And yet he tugged at something deep in her, heartstrings that scarcely moved at Midnight's Dream despite the sea of tears surrounding her, but animated a sense of...something...every time she looked at him. What that something was, she hadn't a clue. But it was there, it was real, and she was going to tut and fret over him at every opportunity, she could already feel it. Azaiza have mercy, that boy would be the death of her.
She caught Vivian's disproval, keeping up her smile and pointedly ignoring it as Cerric spoke again. Oh, they were to work with him? What a joy. Goodness, he certainly had an endless amount of energy to him, didn't he? She gave a polite laugh at his statement, though she made sure to listen well once the job was explained. An escort mission, was it? That didn't sound entirely terrible, albeit she wondered what the source of the attacks was. Now that she thought about it, however, didn't someone mention some creature or something before? Not deeming it as relevant for the moment, she tucked that knowledge away for the moment.
Eila clicked her tongue, eyes flashing with excitement. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps a fern or two could be given as a potential award, but that was much too hopeful. However, the perfect occasion to ask a Buckman about Red Fern was too good to pass up. "What a wonderful opportunity," She surmised, mimicking Cerric and clapping her hands together. "I amm sure we'll all get along swimmingly."
House Tyrell of Highgarden is one of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, being Lords Paramount of the Mander and the liege lords of the Reach. A large, wealthy house, its wealth is only surpassed among the Great Houses by House Lannister, and the Tyrells can field the greatest armies. Additionally, if they call the ships of the Redwyne fleet, the lords of the Shield Islands, and the coastal lords, they can command a navy that equals if not surpasses the royal fleet of King's Landing.
Highgarden is an ancient seat of rule and the heart of chivalry in the Seven Kingdoms; the Tyrells style themselves 'Defenders of the Marches' and 'High Marshals of the Reach', and traditionally, they have been Wardens of the South in addition to Lords Paramount of the Mander. Their sigil is a golden rose on a green field.
[ ⚔ ] M E M B E R S
Lynett Oakheart, widowed from Leo Tyrell Ser Steffon Tyrell Maester Sebastyan Tyrell Lady Rosalynn Tyrell, Lady Paramount of The Reach, Warden of the South Sofia Tyrell
[ ⚔ ] R E C E N T H I S T O R Y
The Reach was no stranger to casualties made of the Spring Sickness. It was seen as a cold irony that they were rewarded with a glorious bounty with few farmers to reap as there was a struggle to even find farmhands. For the commonfolk, life would continue as those with able hands would be encouraged to farm. For the nobles, however, it was a different story.
Lord Leo Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Reach, was the first casualty of the Tyrells. While tragic, there was hope in his first son, Ryland Tyrell. He took on the reigns of lordship and curbed the plague as best as he was able. Most, if not all houses suffered, and so he ensured that those who avoided the sickness were fed and kept alliances strong by betrothing his sister Rosalynn to Ser Barris Caswell. He put off the wedding, however, as Rosalynn was frail, though he promised that the wedding would happen once the worst of the plague was over. With the unification of the Houses, he proved himself a great leader and made many allies throughout The Reach.
But his reign as Lord Paramount was short as he, too, fell to the plague.
His wife, Penelope Redwyne, had passed from childbirth. His son was also a victim of the plague, passing shortly after his father did despite everyone's best efforts. The widowed Lynett hadn't the fondest idea how to rule, preferring wines and gossip. She enlisted the help of her brother, Hugh Oakheart, to carry on Ryland's work. But they are at a crossroads: despite having three sons, Steffon, who would be next in line, is sworn to the Kingsguard, and his brother, Sebastyan, gave up his titles once he became a maester. For the time being, Lynett decided to send her daughters to King's Landing to bring back their brother, Steffon, so that he may take Ryland's place as the rightful heir to Highgarden. Little do they know, however, that Highgarden would soon know its first Lady Paramount...
[ ⚔ ] P O V s
ROSALYNN TYRELL
[ ⚔ ]House
Tyrell
[ ⚔ ]Birthdate
Summer of 192 AC
[ ⚔ ]Reputation
The first daughter of Leo Tyrell was forever marked as a frail young girl. From the time she was a small child, she was quite sickly. Many were surprised to hear that she was to be betrothed to Barris Caswell as most had assumed she would have passed. There aren't many impressions of her as a result, though the few that have come to visit the Tyrells would note how soft-spoken she was. Always respectful, she played cupbearer to her father's meetings when she felt well enough. Fortunately, she made more appearances as she got older, and there was a rumor that her father wanted to marry her off to one of the other Great Houses.
However, once the Spring Sickness reached Highgarden, her father ordered her to a tower far from others. Both her father and brother were fiercely protective of her and feared she would become a victim of the plague. The fact that she survived both her father and brother is an irony that is not lost on anyone. That said, there is an interesting opportunity; as the heiress to Highgarden with a betrothed that has also passed, this has put her in quite the position.
[ ⚔ ]Appearance
Rosalynn is a young woman of average height and average Tyrell features. She has long, dark brown hair and green eyes, the same as all her siblings and her father. She is, however, much fairer than her siblings. She often carries herself with much grace, her mannerisms subtle. Her wardrobe is often resplendent as her family often showered her with elegant dresses and fine jewelry, though she avoids anything she sees as too flashy.
[ ⚔ ]History
There was once a joke that young Rosalynn confused the maester for her father due to how often he would see her. From birth, Rosalynn has been physically frail, often drawing fevers and being unable to do much exercise. She was doted on as a result, though avoided being spoiled by virtue of being too sick to get into any trouble.
Fortunately, as she got older, most of her problems went away, though she was still somewhat delicate. She was educated as her father wished to see her marry, and hoped giving her an education would make her a more appealing wife. It is said that he quietly put aside a large dowry as well to tempt offers, hoping to ally himself with one of the other Great Houses. Before any proposals could be made however, the Spring Sickness swept through The Reach.
Her father immediately ordered that Rosalynn be kept away from everyone. She begged him to reconsider but her pleas fell to deaf ears as she was dragged to a tower and locked away for her own safety. She could only communicate with letters as she wasn't allowed to see anyone, her servant and guard being the only close communication through a door. She resented her father for locking her away, moreso once she learned of his death.
Only when Ryland took over did he allow her to leave, but he still urged caution, and the tower became her chambers for fear that he would repeat their father's actions. He informed her that she would be wed into House Caswell to gain an ally, and encouraged her to pamper herself to make her more appealing. It was during this time that he stressed the importance of having allies and making connections, as the Tyrell name could only carry them so far.
The plague was finally looking to be over, to everyone's relief. Because of this, it shocked everyone once he came down with the sickness, and the entire family was rattled once he and his son passed. The last victims of the plague, and such precious ones, nonetheless. Lynett enlisted Rosalynn to travel to King's Landing to bring back her second eldest brother, Steffon, to take over as the Lord of Highgarden. It was clear to Rosalynn that her mother hadn't the slightest idea what to do without a lord, and sincerely doubted that Steffon would return with her, but she obeyed her mother nonetheless.
[ ⚔ ]Family Tree
She speaks fondly of both her living brothers. She speaks with pride at both of their accomplishments as Kingsguard and Maester respectively. She seems to get along well enough with her mother, but she is not nearly as fond of her uncle.
SOFIA TYRELL
[ ⚔ ]House
Tyrell
[ ⚔ ]Birthdate
Winter of 195 AC
[ ⚔ ]Reputation
Young Sofia has charmed nearly everyone she has spoken to, showering them with flattery and batting her eyelashes. She is extremely sociable and loves to listen to stories, having an excellent memory. She puts a lot of pride in her appearance in both how she sees herself and how others perceive her, and seldom does anything that would reflect poorly on her. Processing an impeccable talent in coming off as vulnerable when needed, most older folk are a little wary of her--it is clear Sofia is smarter than she comes off as.
[ ⚔ ]Appearance
Sofia is a blossoming girl who is sure to grow into a beautiful young woman. She carries the typical Tyrell curls, though her eyes seem to change from blue to green depending on the light. She often wraps herself in finery every chance she gets, enjoying the chance to dress up.
[ ⚔ ]History
The last child of Leo Tyrell always admired her father's reputation. Had she the option, she would have very much liked to follow in his footsteps as a warrior. One particular instance was a bout of mischievousness where she tried to take Steffon's sword out of its hilt to show her father. But as she was born a woman, she was encouraged to be more like her mother.
Except said mother was hardly someone she found herself admiring.
Leo Tyrell was well known through the land, but her mother left much to be desired. Sure, she was lovely, but she came off as weak to Sofia. Lynett shied away from political problems, and while her gossiping lead to a treasure trove of information, she scarcely did anything with it. Sofia found herself with ambition to do more, to be of more use to her family. She would decide to study people, study their relationships, their approaches, how they reacted to her; it was almost an obsession of hers that she needed to know how to best approach someone. As a second daughter, she was aware that if she didn't stand out, she was likely to be shipped off to some lower house to please one of their lords. But she wanted a life with either the same luxuries she enjoyed--or, perhaps, something more.
Of course, the plague put these thoughts aside. The loss of Leo devastated her for some time, though she swore to herself to help Ryland with anything and everything. While she never got to make her father proud, she would do everything she could to assist Ryland. The two would be slightly at odds, but once she proved herself useful by showing him the best ways to communicate the lords, their relationship improved.
Unfortunately, Ryland passed as well. Her older sister was to be the Lady of House Tyrell. Sofia was uncertain at this news, as she assumed Rosalynn couldn't handle it. Still, once their mother asked Rosalynn to fetch Steffon from the Red Keep, Sofia saw an opportunity and invited herself along for the trip. After all, you never know who could be waiting in King's Landing...
[ ⚔ ]Family Tree
She always speaks highly of all of her siblings and her parents. How she truly feels about them is anyone's guess.
Almost done, working on 2nd POV character but figured I'd throw this down now
TYRELL
“Growing strong."
Head of the House Rosalynn Tyrell
[ ⚔ ] S Y N O P S I S
House Tyrell of Highgarden is one of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, being Lords Paramount of the Mander and the liege lords of the Reach. A large, wealthy house, its wealth is only surpassed among the Great Houses by House Lannister, and the Tyrells can field the greatest armies. Additionally, if they call the ships of the Redwyne fleet, the lords of the Shield Islands, and the coastal lords, they can command a navy that equals if not surpasses the royal fleet of King's Landing.
Highgarden is an ancient seat of rule and the heart of chivalry in the Seven Kingdoms; the Tyrells style themselves 'Defenders of the Marches' and 'High Marshals of the Reach', and traditionally, they have been Wardens of the South in addition to Lords Paramount of the Mander. Their sigil is a golden rose on a green field.
[ ⚔ ] M E M B E R S
Lynett Oakheart, widowed from Leo Tyrell Ser Steffon Tyrell Maester Sebastyan Tyrell Lady Rosalynn Tyrell, Lady Paramount of The Reach, Warden of the South Sofia Tyrell
[ ⚔ ] R E C E N T H I S T O R Y
The Reach was no stranger to casualties made of the Spring Sickness. It was seen as a cold irony that they were rewarded with a glorious bounty with few farmers to reap as there was a struggle to even find farmhands. For the commonfolk, life would continue as those with able hands would be encouraged to farm. For the nobles, however, it was a different story.
Lord Leo Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Reach, was the first casualty of the Tyrells. While tragic, there was hope in his first son, Ryland Tyrell. He took on the reigns of lordship and curbed the plague as best as he was able. Most, if not all houses suffered, and so he ensured that those who avoided the sickness were fed and kept alliances strong by betrothing his sister Rosalynn to Ser Barris Caswell. He put off the wedding, however, as Rosalynn was frail, though he promised that the wedding would happen once the worst of the plague was over. With the unification of the Houses, he proved himself a great leader and made many allies throughout The Reach.
But his reign as Lord Paramount was short as he, too, fell to the plague.
His wife, Penelope Redwyne, had passed from childbirth. His son was also a victim of the plague, passing shortly after his father did despite everyone's best efforts. The widowed Lynett hadn't the fondest idea how to rule, preferring wines and gossip. She enlisted the help of her brother, Hugh Oakheart, to carry on Ryland's work. But they are at a crossroads: despite having three sons, Steffon, who would be next in line, is sworn to the Kingsguard, and his brother, Sebastyan, gave up his titles once he became a maester. For the time being, Lynett decided to send her daughters to King's Landing to bring back their brother, Steffon, so that he may take Ryland's place as the rightful heir to Highgarden. Little do they know, however, that Highgarden would soon know its first Lady Paramount...
[ ⚔ ] P O V s
ROSALYNN TYRELL
[ ⚔ ]House
Tyrell
[ ⚔ ]Birthdate
Summer of 192 AC
[ ⚔ ]Reputation
The first daughter of Leo Tyrell was forever marked as a frail young girl. From the time she was a small child, she was quite sickly. Many were surprised to hear that she was to be betrothed to Barris Caswell as most had assumed she would have passed. There aren't many impressions of her as a result, though the few that have come to visit the Tyrells would note how soft-spoken she was. Always respectful, she played cupbearer to her father's meetings when she felt well enough. Fortunately, she made more appearances as she got older, and there was a rumor that her father wanted to marry her off to one of the other Great Houses.
However, once the Spring Sickness reached Highgarden, her father ordered her to a tower far from others. Both her father and brother were fiercely protective of her and feared she would become a victim of the plague. The fact that she survived both her father and brother is an irony that is not lost on anyone. That said, there is an interesting opportunity; as the heiress to Highgarden with a betrothed that has also passed, this has put her in quite the position.
[ ⚔ ]Appearance
Rosalynn is a young woman of average height and average Tyrell features. She has long, dark brown hair and green eyes, the same as all her siblings and her father. She is, however, much fairer than her siblings. She often carries herself with much grace, her mannerisms subtle. Her wardrobe is often resplendent as her family often showered her with elegant dresses and fine jewelry, though she avoids anything she sees as too flashy.
[ ⚔ ]History
There was once a joke that young Rosalynn confused the maester for her father due to how often he would see her. From birth, Rosalynn has been physically frail, often drawing fevers and being unable to do much exercise. She was doted on as a result, though avoided being spoiled by virtue of being too sick to get into any trouble.
Fortunately, as she got older, most of her problems went away, though she was still somewhat delicate. She was educated as her father wished to see her marry, and hoped giving her an education would make her a more appealing wife. It is said that he quietly put aside a large dowry as well to tempt offers, hoping to ally himself with one of the other Great Houses. Before any proposals could be made however, the Spring Sickness swept through The Reach.
Her father immediately ordered that Rosalynn be kept away from everyone. She begged him to reconsider but her pleas fell to deaf ears as she was dragged to a tower and locked away for her own safety. She could only communicate with letters as she wasn't allowed to see anyone, her servant and guard being the only close communication through a door. She resented her father for locking her away, moreso once she learned of his death.
Only when Ryland took over did he allow her to leave, but he still urged caution, and the tower became her chambers for fear that he would repeat their father's actions. He informed her that she would be wed into House Caswell to gain an ally, and encouraged her to pamper herself to make her more appealing. It was during this time that he stressed the importance of having allies and making connections, as the Tyrell name could only carry them so far.
The plague was finally looking to be over, to everyone's relief. Because of this, it shocked everyone once he came down with the sickness, and the entire family was rattled once he and his son passed. The last victims of the plague, and such precious ones, nonetheless. Lynett enlisted Rosalynn to travel to King's Landing to bring back her second eldest brother, Steffon, to take over as the Lord of Highgarden. It was clear to Rosalynn that her mother hadn't the slightest idea what to do without a lord, and sincerely doubted that Steffon would return with her, but she obeyed her mother nonetheless.
[ ⚔ ]Family Tree
She speaks fondly of both her living brothers. She speaks with pride at both of their accomplishments as Kingsguard and Maester respectively. She seems to get along well enough with her mother, but she is not nearly as fond of her uncle.
SOFIA TYRELL
[ ⚔ ]House
Tyrell
[ ⚔ ]Birthdate
Winter of 195 AC
[ ⚔ ]Reputation
Young Sofia has charmed nearly everyone she has spoken to, showering them with flattery and batting her eyelashes. She is extremely sociable and loves to listen to stories, having an excellent memory. She puts a lot of pride in her appearance in both how she sees herself and how others perceive her, and seldom does anything that would reflect poorly on her. Processing an impeccable talent in coming off as vulnerable when needed, most older folk are a little wary of her--it is clear Sofia is smarter than she comes off as.
[ ⚔ ]Appearance
Sofia is a blossoming girl who is sure to grow into a beautiful young woman. She carries the typical Tyrell curls, though her eyes seem to change from blue to green depending on the light. She often wraps herself in finery every chance she gets, enjoying the chance to dress up.
[ ⚔ ]History
The last child of Leo Tyrell always admired her father's reputation. Had she the option, she would have very much liked to follow in his footsteps as a warrior. One particular instance was a bout of mischievousness where she tried to take Steffon's sword out of its hilt to show her father. But as she was born a woman, she was encouraged to be more like her mother.
Except said mother was hardly someone she found herself admiring.
Leo Tyrell was well known through the land, but her mother left much to be desired. Sure, she was lovely, but she came off as weak to Sofia. Lynett shied away from political problems, and while her gossiping lead to a treasure trove of information, she scarcely did anything with it. Sofia found herself with ambition to do more, to be of more use to her family. She would decide to study people, study their relationships, their approaches, how they reacted to her; it was almost an obsession of hers that she needed to know how to best approach someone. As a second daughter, she was aware that if she didn't stand out, she was likely to be shipped off to some lower house to please one of their lords. But she wanted a life with either the same luxuries she enjoyed--or, perhaps, something more.
Of course, the plague put these thoughts aside. The loss of Leo devastated her for some time, though she swore to herself to help Ryland with anything and everything. While she never got to make her father proud, she would do everything she could to assist Ryland. The two would be slightly at odds, but once she proved herself useful by showing him the best ways to communicate the lords, their relationship improved.
Unfortunately, Ryland passed as well. Her older sister was to be the Lady of House Tyrell. Sofia was uncertain at this news, as she assumed Rosalynn couldn't handle it. Still, once their mother asked Rosalynn to fetch Steffon from the Red Keep, Sofia saw an opportunity and invited herself along for the trip. After all, you never know who could be waiting in King's Landing...
[ ⚔ ]Family Tree
She always speaks highly of all of her siblings and her parents. How she truly feels about them is anyone's guess.
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