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House Roxton of the Ring

To Rule Them All

History: The House of Roxton, during the horrifying Dance of Dragons, took little to no part in the war. This was because of their lord at the time, Galder Roxton. Galder was an odd sort, who was notorious among his court and the courts of his neighbors, in that he had a very low opinion of the Targaryens. He did nothing to hide the fact that he despised Valyrians ruling over Andal people. He was only lucky that due to his low rank, he was beneath the Targaryens' notice. When war broke out among the Targaryen family members, his first comment to his Maester was "good, maybe they'll kill each other all off". And so he and his house did nothing as they slaughtered each other.

Galder eventually died of a terrible duel. They were both drunk and armed, and he was challenged by Ser Salvon Threefoot, a newly anointed knight from a landless family. They fought the most embarrassing duel in all the Seven Kingdoms, and both pierced themselves on their own blades. The title holder after Galder was decided by a simple coin flip, and Balros Roxton succeeded. He had a child, but soon after, committed suicide. The Ring is now controlled by Frados Roxton, serving as regent for Lindsay Roxton.

Frados Roxton

Name: Frados Roxton

Age: 44

Appearance: Frados is very tall, towering over most of his court. He is also very wide, partly because of his military training, mostly because of his affection for meals. His light brown hair, once thick on his head, has begun to recede, leaving a bald patch on the top of his head. His expression is often sour and grim, but softens up in the presence of his niece.

Personality and History: Frados was born to Lord Galder Roxton and Lady Lima Roxton in 113 AC. Unfortunately for him, he shared a womb with another, his twin brother Balros. Balros had the gall to have been born only thirty seconds before Frados, and therefore had cheated him out of what they both called their "rightful title".

The early days for both of them were uneasy, for they were both sickly as youths. The new maester at the time, Maester Saruman, had told their parents that neither of them were likely to survive the first year, if the first week. Both, miraculously, overcame the odds and grew to childhood.

The Roxton brothers were already becoming very different people. While Balros' fate was to rule the Ring, and therefore resigned himself to endless hours of learning to make critical decisions, memorize house banners, and to listen to people, Frados decided that if he couldn't be the lord of the Ring, he would become a Kingsguard. So he went down every morning to train with the squires and footmen. The one thing they had in common, though, was a love of games. They especially adored games of chance, and took the stakes very seriously.

When they were both 18, Galder was taken by the stranger, and his land and titles passed on to Balros. His wife, grief stricken, soon followed. However, Frados had grown angry with that in the end, and challenged his brother to a duel for the seat. Quickly improvising, Balros proposed instead a coin flip to decide the fate of the Ring. Alas, luck was against Frados this time, and Balros remained Lord of the Ring.

In time, Balros found a match, marrying Jana, a lowborn woman, in 150 AC. Their marriage was fruitful, and soon they had a daughter, Lindsay, in 151. However, the childbirth was difficult, and Jana died of birthing fever soon after. Balros tossed himself out of his highest tower, unable to cope with his wife's passing.

With Lindsay far too young to govern, effective control went to Frados. To this day he rules in the Ring as a regent to his niece. He has attempted to abstain from bets, but the prospect of a good gamble still makes his blood boil.

Lindsay Roxton

Name: Lindsay Roxton

Age: 6

Appearance: Little is remarkable about Lindsay. She is a good couple of inches taller than the average child, a mark of her father. Her hair is in light brown locks, almost yellow in the right light, a gift from her mother. She always appears intrigued by something off in the distance, which nobody else except her can see.

Personality and History: Lindsay's life has been rather tumultuous as six year olds' lives go. Soon after her birth, her father killed himself, leaving her to the care of her uncle. He was kind enough to her, but was also always busy with something, and can only spend time with her for a few minutes at a time before he's called away by another knight or servant. She sometimes wonders if had father been alive, he would have been the same.

Her uncle would frequently tell her how lucky she was, being born late and avoiding the Dance of Dragons. It was a terrible war, he said, that split the kingdom into two fanatic sides, neither of which were truly in the right. She didn't really understand all the politics of it, but from what she heard, there were dragons in it, and she liked dragons.

One thing Lindsay inherited from her father was her love of games. She was extraordinarily good at Korzion, and would spend lots of playing it against her uncle and whoever she could goad into playing. Most of the time, they lost. Perhaps that's why whenever she shows up anywhere anymore, all the servants clear out of the room. When this happens, and her uncle is passed out in bed, she would just play against herself. It wasn't as fun winning then.

@bloonewb

Don't let Frados run into Aly--she loves betting. Approved.

I almost thought this was a joke app. Like a Morningwood.

Star Trek: To Boldy Go

That post worked out so much better the third time around.

Star Trek: To Boldy Go

She remembered hoping the transporter didn't put her molecules back together the right way. That maybe it would get caught in some space/time anomaly and instead of showing up on the USS Orion, on this day, she'd show up...a day earlier. A week earlier. A war earlier. Whenever just so long as it wasn't today, and her father was still alive. That's all she wanted. That's all she hoped for, as she waited for the Orion's transporters to reach out, identify, and deconstruct her. Call it a last prayer for this exact version of her, molecularly speaking.

It was a prayer that, like all other prayers before it in her life, went unanswered--her eyes opened and there she was. Standing on the transporter pad, numb, hurt, and desperately losing herself in every ounce of Vulcan logic and the proper channeling of emotions. She hadn't shown up at Starfleet Command in uniform, and so she wasn't in it now: she wore light gray slacks that were low waisted and tight fitting, the top was Vulcan sand silk and likewise light gray with a shimmer of sparkle when in direct light, cut sleeveless and with a neck that tumbled. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders in tumbles that shined with softness almost as much as the sand silk.

When she stepped off and transporter officer stood to greet her, she heard the Vulcan respond with a simple, detatched, "Ensign." Everyone else along the way to the bridge simply got nods. Even when the turbolift doors hissed and the bridge opened up before her, she felt little and less. She had been on the bridge just hours before the meeting at Command interrupted her originally planned meeting. But somehow those hours had become lifetimes.

At least, a single lifetime. Her father's.

FIB was waiting for her outside Starfleet Command, to tell her what very little they could tell her. They knew where she was; they knew where the Orion was. The two were not separate--where she was, the Orion was, where the Orion was, she was. It had been that way since the very day she was named it's Commanding Officer. She found herself stepping onto the bridge in grey high heeled boots that were noiseless on the soft floor of the bridge, suddenly glad of the Orion and it's mission in a brand new way.

Vulcan was where she had to go. For the Orion and it's mission, and now, for personal reasons. Void as her outward image was of any visible hint of emotion, there was the barest, slightest, hint of a tone when she finally spoke, approaching the command chair: "Get us going, CONN." A hint of determination, and maybe if you listened hard enough, a hint of darkness.

The V'Shar had the answers she needed. They would give them to her. Or else. She could do so within the bounds of her duty to the Orion, she was certain of it. Even if that meant furiously working the private comm channels--and no one had better access to external communications than Captain Vaella. Let alone the tall task of even trying to decrypt her ingoing and outgoing private comms even if you did want to peek. She was a tech whiz combined with Intelligence training and experience; best of luck.

The only security weakness there was the person she corresponded with, and Charlie was a better bet for a secure encryption than even she was. The nerd. The message she had sent was simple, it was text, and it was three characters:

SOS

When the XO moved to lift himself from her seat, she lifted her hand, palm out. "I need to change. Alert me if anything happens. Keep a sharp eye on all sensor readings." There is no safe space. There hadn't been since the start of the war. San Francisco had done a beautiful job getting itself up and running after the Breen attack, but it was still hurting. Inside, and out.

She could relate with one of those. Without another word she turned on her heel and made for her Ready Room. Inside was her uniform, laid out on the couch. On the desk was her console--and it was blinking.

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Dondarrion and Storm approved. =)

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Gonna post this here, for reference- it is going to be heavily, heavily edited to suit the RP, as there are huge discrepancies in it. Or otherwise:

(ALMOST DONE)

Ser Garland Tyrell and Lady Alerie Tyrell

House Tyrell

House Tyrell is a house of upstart stewards, to some of those you might ask in The Reach. Some say the Gardeners, should they be brought back, even if they would refuse to bend the knee to the Targaryens. were better rulers, firmer and truly worthy of the Rose Crown. Others would simply disagree- they would argue that this is a Great House founded on chivalry and honour, a House that serves as the breadbasket to the Iron Throne and it's primary military strength in times of war. The Tyrells are the House that have maintained peace and the beautiful landscape of The Reach, from it's rivers and bountiful fields, from being ravaged by the processes of war. Either interpretation leaves the conclusion simple- they are exceptionally lucky, compared to the rest of Westeros.



The lands of The Reach have always remained beautiful, from any observer's eyes. From the coast of Manderford to the Dornish Marches and the greenery, forests, rolling hills and gentle rivers between, it is easy to understand why this region is blessed, both with more than ample food security and a chivalric background. Where the days go by, and the flowered and wheat filled fields, with the gently meandering rivers and white castles that remind the people of The Reach that it is good to have the Tyrells in power. On the surface, of course. The climate is pleasant, slightly cooler than King's Landing, and a little less rainy than the Stormlands, a place where it feels very comfortable indeed for a Lord or a Lady to consider a lighter tunic or dress than usual.

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Ser Garland Tyrell, Castellan of Highgarden

Name: Ser Garland "The Pale Rose" Tyrell
Age: 23
Appearance and Personality:





Garland appears to have the traits most Reachmen exibit, albeit perhaps refined particularly; with very well kept long brown hair, and a swordsman's physique, being perhaps as strong as a Ser ought to be when it comes to wielding a weapon- a foe to fear, with tourneys and his prior experience giving him plenty of experience for his young age. His skill is less from tuition, more from practice, being skillful in a melee, less so on a horse. A couple of scars from conflicts past still lie on his left shoulder, though it is difficult to immediately spot. Garland stands remarkably tall at 6"4, with hazel colored eyes, a short and striking beard that wraps around his chin, with no upper lip hair. His face neither too lean nor fat, though he is paler than some Tyrells, leading to his nickname. You couldn't forget his face easily.

By most southern standards, he is regarded as amongst the most beautiful men in the castle....and has found that it has been more than enough to attract women across the court, with fairly expected effects! At 23, he's had a number of bastard children, the mothers of whom haven't even returned to Garland regarding it, which speaks volumes about Garland's charming nature- they seem humbled to have had a tumble with him, they feel blessed to have had sex with a highborn. Apparently. He is still unmarried after all, much to the dismay of his sister, though this is something that is possibly to open to change in Garland's mind when he finds the right woman.

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Beyond his looks, Garland is a quick figure, perhaps the luck of the draw giving him the ability to do well at getting down to the business of being Castellan. This quickness perhaps allows him to continue the typical Tyrell traits that can be observed in many members of the family, particularly on the male side- being astute, gregarious and chivalrous, having a high sense of honour and a high regard to family, perhaps the former coming into question recently. He has courage and while not addicted to violence, is happy to get stuck into a fight. As a commander, he serves well, being able to make reasonable tactical decisions on both his theoretical knowledge and his previous experiences, though he is no legendary figure on the battlefield, not yet at least. On the surface, appears to be kind and charitable, a good hearted fellow- though it seems that the last few years have hardened his resolve and made him a little cynical towards some topics, perhaps through his sister. While he is impaired by youth, he does not overestimate or underestimate his position, a mixture of cocksureness and care keeping him in the position he is in, his wit sometimes breaking up an overt seriousness or monotony when required.

Garland is not a spider, yet he seems able to comprehend how to present his image, being smart enough to know when to lie and when to be honest, and as an administrator, he is well suited to be Castellan- he knows how to handle money, people, dissidents, as well as project his own ambitions into the job. He still does need to improve his skills in general rulership, however, and to drop his parts of his provincial nature, that of a lower character than a Lord, taken from his low position in the court. Perhaps Garland is a little naiive of the world around him at times, though he seems to be still connected the political frameworks at play in the castle and the wider realm.

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On the field of combat or a Tourney, Garland can be seen wearing a Reach-produced suit of plate armour- the designs from this part of the world always raising eyebrows in other parts of the Kingdom, as a result of the many curves and details that they entail, clearly being a highly-strewn piece of work- roses and flowers intricately scratched into the armour, making distinct ridges that seem to fully validate Garland as the Castellan, probably second in it's intricacy to Lyonel himself. While the metalworkers of the Reach are not renowned in the Kingdoms, the artistic flair and beauty of such armour is distinctly eyecatching. He usually wields a longsword, paired with a large wooden heater shield, fighting in the traditional Westerosi fashion. The sigil used by Garland as a cousin is a distinctive one- a field of green and gold roses on his shield, rather than a lone rose is used to define Garland's position as a Tyrell distant to the current line, although unique to him. Training puts him a league above most Hedge Knights, alongside practice, yet he is no famed Knight. Off the tourney field or battlefield, he can be seen wearing a expensive white, gold and green tunic, suitable for the fairly temperate to semi-arid climate of the Reach, being usually more than enough, if not a more suitable garb for colder climes.

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Biography:

The Reach find Garland a man of chivalry and binding servitude to his family, being generally lusted for by Reachwomen of all types, though without the benefit of a long serving ruler's wisdom.

Garland was born in Highgarden to Moryn Tyrell and Elinor Ambrose, and received an education that would only befit a child in a position such as himself...and whilst nobody dared wish for it, he was in all terms, the heir to Highgarden if Lyonel did die. Whilst he was only a mere distant nephew of the current Lord, he was taught by both maesters and a tutor, in methods of swordsmanship and scholarship. He did not receive the best tuition, but he received a courtly education of high standard due to his position as this heir. Garland was shown he could serve if he wanted to become anything decent of himself, and serve exceptionally well, but that he was a distant Tyrell, and that in reality, the line did not owe itself to him. A distant growing flower, away from the magnificent petals of the Lord Paramount. And if Lyonel did pass away, then he would have the skills required to continue the same, or so they taught him. Never to even dare think about what he could steal, or take that was not his, but what he ought to serve loyally and honourably to family.

The part folk-tales, part reality of Kevan and the Thorns did inspire him to perhaps follow in their steps, and when Garland was younger, perhaps he looked up to it far too much. He squired for many a Knight in his youth, his wit and charming nature certainly developing from the personalities he met, including the Lady Meredyth Tyrell, who he had a brief tutelage with, albeit not as far as his sister, Alerie did. Perhaps his cynicsm grew into his later adolescence, when he found lust, women, and what really stabbing a man through the throat felt like. It felt like duty and fear, not like honour. Well, not entirely.

It was a typical education for Tyrell, it seemed- and Garland was acknowledged as being a quick lad, definitely of use to the family in one way or another, even if he would never obtain the Lordship. He had no idea of what his future held- he had considered becoming a man of the Kingsguard if he could devote himself, but swiftly rejected this after he found himself perhaps too attached to female admirers, leaving a small trail of bastards in his wake at festivities held in Highgarden. Instead, he was offered the chance to work within the Court in Highgarden by Lady Meredyth, assisting with the administration of the Reach, and from the age of 16 onwards, was actively involved in the inner workings of running a Lordship. Fighting was still his talent, and whilst he never was actively involved in the Dance of Dragons, Garland understands what taking another man's life feels like when dealing with pillagers and thieves.

He was concerned with the affairs of the castle, and making sure that the Kingdom's men and vassal houses kept the knee bent towards the family of the gold rose, almost acting in a diplomatic sense to maintain The Reach's power internally. A Tyrell was to be respected, even if he wasn't the closest blood to Lyonel that there was, Garland perhaps able to retain this due to his own friendships with Lyonel, and his sister's tutelage under Lady Meredyth Tyrell, and the fact that he was de jure, the heir of the Kingdom. It was a well balanced approach, and whilst there was no promise of land at the end of it all, he served the Kingdom without question, his Knighthood unquestioned at the end of his squirehood.

It was perhaps from this beginning, the proven experience and loyalty to House and to Kingdom, that Garland was named Castellan of Highgarden, the Hand to Lyonel's Lordship.

Garland has served in this role for at least four years, and has proven his talent well, despite his youth, in making sure the castle runs well and the administration is retained in Lyonel's absence. As now his de jure second-in-line heir, some have viewed the appointment as a way to prevent Garland mustering support in another court to ever pursue a claim on the Kingdom of the Reach, yet Garland's lack of interest in becoming the Lord of Highgarden perhaps could serve to disprove this- Garland wishes for land, but he is not material enough to become a Lord, he is merely a pretty face who is a steward, not a ruler. Perhaps he is content with his life, perhaps he seeks something different to just power, but he knows he plays a vital role in it's fulcrum in Highgarden. Perhaps that talent, and his friendship with Lyonel has retained his position, and in the brave new world in the aftermath of the Dance of Dragons, Garland serves to put the fragmented pieces of the Reach back together.

Perhaps keeping in mind that the death of only two people would make him the Lord Paramount, is something that serves as a reminder that the Lord Paramount's position, even if Garland is not his foe, is one that can slip into the Pale Roses's thorns.

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Lady Alerie Tyrell

Name: Alerie Tyrell
Age: 19
Appearance:

Alerie

Standing at 5"6, with a thin and short, yet well developed frame, Alerie is visibly beautiful, her youth still running strong and making this occur. With a moderate bust, and hazel-blue eyes, she clearly has caught the attention of more than just one Reach Knight, though she has not yet found a suitable man to wed, one that would increase the family's already formidable connections. Alerie happens to have a burgundy-red hair, something that seems a little unexplained- given the family's strong trend towards passing down the dark brown hair throughout the family's offspring. None the less, Alerie still holds a wonderful physique, and makes no mistake in showing it off.

Alerie's personality is sharp, thorny and most definitely a darker side to the chivalric touches that House Tyrell has- though you won't see it immediately, because her appearance and outlook towards others in public is highly controlled. Able to joke with her brother, yet immediately outdo anyone who dares threaten. She is as quick as her brother, if not more intelligent, and she can often subtly watch others' deceptions, wittingly putting up her own where she pleases without barely even blinking, a trait earned from Lady Merry, perhaps.

Her knowledge of what assets she has, both in her beauty and of scheming compensate for her lack of wisdom and life experiences; she has already learned through her young years that men will do anything for a woman like her, and as such, beyond this far more can be done. She has the utmost respect for Garland, but understands that sometimes more dastardly approaches must be taken to make the family's power echo- being tutored by the Lady Regent making this idea stick in her mind. She still has a lot to learn, however- and understands that she must prepare to scale up her already existing thorns in her personality. She seems openly charitable, being very careful regarding her image towards her peers, almost being a master of presenting herself correctly. Whilst her gregarious and otherwise positive and glowing demeanour can make but the coldest of hearts feel at home, being famed for her warm and good nature, below this facade a calculating and sophisticated mind is at work, for her young age proving clearly her ambitions.

She can often be seen wearing a dark green and gold dress, embroidered with golden roses across it's surface- a fortune to pay for, as a result of it's intricate dressmaking and the expensive dyes used, being suitably revealing at the bust but not uncomfortable- giving her a charming image when at court. The ante is increased, as at a fair, she may wear an even more expensive garb, with corsets and eloquent golden and green dresses coming out for the show; a reminder that even at 17, she has an aware knowledge of her need to impress. Her aurora seems to be well projected when she is in a room, because no matter how silly some Northmen or Ironborn may consider it, it turns heads.

Biography and Personality:

There's always something about the women in the Tyrell family, like a gift from the Seven. A sharp wit, and an even sharper appearance, a charm and an intelligence that gives them the capability to make the Tyrell family almost matriarchal. Alerie is a fine example of one very capable female member of the House, a protege of Lady Meredyth Tyrell.

Born in Highgarden, Alerie was also born to Moryn and Elinor Tyrell as Garland's sister. As her brother was educated, so she was too. She was taught how to be a lady in the court, and was given tutors and also teaching from the then Lady Tyrell, learning the way of the world. She was taught particularly well by Meredyth how to lie and how to present herself, being a beautiful girl and uncannily good at concealing the truth, when needed. Meredyth must have seen something in the young burgundy-haired girl, someone that perhaps seemed more mouldable than Lyonel was in his youth, to further the family's influence and control.

The years rolled by, and outside of playing the harp and horse riding around the wooded estates surrounding the banks of the Mander, she embarked on learning the ins and outs of the local politics, often spying on the other ladies of the court and the debauchery they got up to. Always chuckling,

The ascent of Garland Tyrell to Castellan meant she followed him in power, and perhaps matured into playing an active role in the court, shadowing Meredyth. She has been tutored in ways that perhaps indicate a higher calling, one that in the coming months, may lead to Alerie being able to punch above her distant Tyrell relation. To act as the thornier Rose in comparison to Garland, to continue to impress at fairs and banquets, and play the part in making sure the family stays in power.

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Geldyr Falenhearth

Name: Geldyr Falenhearth
Age: He's seen 30 name days
House/Affilitation: Hightower

Appearance: (Or description): His hair is black and worn in an unkempt fashion, pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. His skin is fair but ruddy. He has a noticeable fit and trim body, with practiced hard muscle, though lean. His face is not unhandsome, in a half commoner sort of way. He has a small scar on his left cheek, as well as 4 scars along his back, 2 criss crossing on his right bicep and one on the back of his left hand. He wears a torn wool vest over a grey-tan shirt. He wears a sarashi over both of his hands and forearms, leaving his fingers unwrapped. His feet are covered with sturdy traveling shoes. He wears halfplate armor, compromising of a breastplate, pauldrons, bracers, and thigh guards made of plate mail.

Biography: Born the bastard of a minor lord in the Storm lands, he wasn't even given a chance at the life of a Lordly house, having been rejected by the father he never knew. So he took his mother's maiden name for his own, Falenhearth. He was very much treated like a bastard growing up, his mother doing her best to provide for him working in the local winery. He was often treated like a stray dog or an unwanted guest by the townsfolk. By age 8, he had felt very much like a burden to his mother, despite her professings of the contrary. Even at such a young age, he felt so very out of place in the small town.

The Seven smiled upon him, for on his ninth birthday he pleaded a local Knight to take him as his page. Geldyr was not even entirely sure of what that entailed, but he needed to go somewhere else. Do something else. The bandits of the region had been growing ever bolder, and the Knight knew it would continue as such. He accepted, and there was a transformation that occurred in young Geldyr when he picked up his first sword in the training yard. It felt natural, and he felt whole for the first time, as if the father who left had always been there in the form of the weapon in his hand.

The next eight years went by quickly. He learned how to saddle a horse and strap on armor, as well as less mundane skills such as archery, swordsmanship, horsemanship, and even the usage of the spear and mace. By age 17 he was Knighted, something he had been told for many years as something that was extremely unlikely to happen for his lack of wealth. But he had been rewarded for his noble deeds in quelling a bandit raid upon an outlying town where his master had been killed. He took up his old friend's sword, and slew his attackers. Two had been felled by his master, but Geldyr slew three, as the other four fled into the woods. He used the resources that was now available to him as a Knight to find the bandits that had escaped, before he traveled eastward and sought to carve a name for himself.

He was to be no mere mercenary. He had seen too many of them to be keen on that line of work, so he instead sought to be a retainer in a notable house, and found his place as a household guard for house Hightower at age 19. The next 11 years would be much akin to the past four. With superb soldiery and fierce dedication, he served his master well and climbed the ranks to be Hightower's chosen sword and Champion should they require a matter to be settle with a trial by combat.

Personality: Determined, skilled, and passionate are the three words that can describe Geldyr. He is introverted, but confident. Geldyr has a compassionate heart, but a strong sense of justice and a streak of ruthlessness should the situation call for it. He's bound by an unspoken honor code and is determined to live by it. A better way to explain it would be, he follows his rational thought that has been transformed by his ideals. It's worked so far. He enjoys learning new things, and he expresses himself through his sword play and actions, rather than his words.

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Hate to disappoint, but I'm at least gonna have to go on an extended break from the game, if not pull out outright. <3

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House Waynwood

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N o W h e e l L e f t B r o k e n

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H o u s e D e s c r i p t i o n
House Waynwood is a powerful vassal house which holds fealty to House Arryn of the Vale. They are known for their insistence on ceremony and tradition. They blazon their arms with a black broken wheel on a field of green and their words are "No Wheel Left Broken". This stands true for the fact that their house was founded by Aric Waynwood, a renowned wainwright and they pride themselves on the quality of their craftsmanship.

Ironoaks Castle, also known as Ironoaks, is the seat of House Waynwood in the Vale of Arryn. It is located east of the Eyrie and west of Old Anchor and is situated by a lake. A river runs east from the lake to the narrow sea. It is closer to the Eyrie than any other castle except the Bloody Gate.

R e c e n t H i s t o r y
Loyally serving House Arryn and supplying the knights of the Vale with quality armors and weaponry, House Waynwood particularly prides itself on the quality of the shields made from the forest surrounding Ironoaks Castle. They have been permitted to remain a powerful house because of their focus on craftsmanship, handling the majority of weapons-making within the Vale. The house is currently in mourning of Lord Thomas and Lady Martha, both of whom were robbed and murdered by mountain clans on their way back to Ironoaks after attending a mummer's farce.

F a m i l y M e m b e r s

• Lord Thomas Waynwood
• Lady Martha of House Kane, his wife
• Lady Marguerite, eldest daughter
• Lady Dahlia, youngest daughter
• Unborn Child, suspected to have been a male
• Lord Bruce, only son and heir to Ironoaks

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Lord Thomas Waynwood (Deceased - Age 49)

Thomas Waynwood
(108-157)

Black of Hair. Lightly Olive Skinned. Eyes of Amber.

Thomas was a kind soul, a living embodiment of the word 'knight'; he was honorable, loyal and enjoyed a good laugh. He married his childhood friend Martha and they had three beautiful children together; two daughters and a son. In his adulthood, he served the Vale dutifully until his untimely demise.

Lady Martha Waynwood (Deceased - Age 47)

Martha Waynwood of House Kane
(110 - 157)

Golden Haired. Fair skinned. Eyes of Blue.

Martha was as gentle as Thomas had been kind. The two of them made the ideal pair, always supporting one another. While she was never supportive of violence, she was always proud of the battle feats her husband accomplished while protecting the Vale. Martha was the last living heir of House Kane, her mother having passed during childbirth and her father never having remarried.

Lady Marguerite Waynwood (Age 28)

Marguerite 'Margot' Waynwood

(129 - )

Black of Hair. Pallid skinned. Eyes of Blue.

A p p e a r a n c e

Inheriting the onyx locks of her father and the pristine azure shade of her mother's eyes, it is unknown from whom Margot inherited her pale skin. Compared to her two younger siblings, she has been considered ghostly or sickly, though none would say such a thing to her directly for fear of arousing her ire. In terms of fashion, Margot oft dresses in any fashion available to her that is atypical of the Vale; preferring dresses that expose her shoulders and back. She absolutely loathes the traditional feathered, high collared attire the Vale is known for.

D e s c r i p t i o n & B i o g r a p h y

Margot was a happy child, playful and curious, exploring every corner of Ironoaks Castle, carefree in her youthful innocence. Many would say that she was an image of perfection, caring for her younger sister Dahlia and embodying her mother Martha is all ways possible.

That is, until Lady Martha miscarried after a tragic fall down a staircase when Margot was 13 years of age. The event left Lady Martha immensely depressed, the Maester warning her that she may not be able to bear anymore children weighing heavy on her shoulders. It had also seemed to change Margot; withdrawing into herself, becoming more temperamental and easily irritable. The smiling child was gone and in its place remained a woman with the weight of the house bearing heavily on her shoulders.

When she flowered a year later, Margot was thrust into the social circles in hopes of finding a suitable husband for a house with no male heirs. Feast after tourney after banquet, Margot fluttered to and fro, trying to capture a suitor and as of today, has had two - both of which withdrew their offers of marriage within a fortnight of having been made.

The resentful and volatile Marguerite continues to pursue a suitor though, the House no longer bears on her shoulders. However, she will remind anyone who dares challenge her that she is the eldest of the House and as such, bears much responsibility.

Lady Dahlia Waynwood (Age 25)

Dahlia Waynwood
(132 - )

Black of Hair. Lightly Olive Skinned. Eyes of Mahogany.

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A p p e a r a n c e

Just as Margot, Dahlia also carries the dark colored hair of her father with hues of brown only appearing in the direct sunlight. Aside from the feminine structure of her face, Dahlia most resembles her father, carrying his eye color as well as tone of skin. She is lithe and has what is considered a dancers body. She can often been seen wearing dresses typical to the Vale; high collared accented with feathers, lengths of thin cloths flowing from her waist down to the floor.

D e s c r i p t i o n & B i o g r a p h y

With the help of her older sister Margot, Dahlia, too, grew up curious and carefree. She would oft join her on her adventures in the walls of Ironoaks, making it a point to learn the name of every member of staff they stumbled upon. In her mind, these were the people who gave their house their strength; the stones that the walls of Ironoaks consisted of. If one were to be lost, the whole wall could collapse.

The tragic miscarriage of what was believed to be the first male heir of Ironoaks left the House changed. A haze of misfortune hung thick like a fog no matter where one went and rooms fell silent whenever a Waynwood entered. Dahlia, unlike her sister, focused on strengthening her mother after the devastating event; she would request to take her lessons with Lady Martha and join her for her meals in her chambers when she was still too miserable to share a meal with the rest of the family.

As time passed, Lady Martha improved and the whole of the House seemed to release a pent up breath when she would be found present at social gatherings or simply seen smiling in the corridors. Dahlia had flowered late but, upon her mother's insistence, would join Margot in attending the numerous tournaments and feasts. She hung back at said events, doing what she could to cast the best light on her sister and doing anything possible to not draw attention to herself.

Marriage was not something Dahlia was interested in at a young age, certainly not as much as Margot. Only recently after the death of her parents has Dahlia even begun to consider actively searching for a suitor of her own. However, it comes as a second priority to assisting her younger brother Bruce in supporting House Waynwood in its time of need.

Lord Bruce Waynwood (Age 10)

Bruce Waynwood, heir of Ironoaks
(147 - )

Black of hair. Fair Skinned. Eyes of Amber.

A p p e a r a n c e

Though he is but a child of ten, Bruce shows the promise to mature into a handsome man, already carrying the strong jawline of his father. Sharing the dominant hair color of his father with his siblings, he is the only Waynwood child who carries his mother's complexion. His eyes most resemble his father's, lacking the reddish hue that Dahlia's eyes hold.

D e s c r i p t i o n & B i o g r a p h y

As a young child, Bruce has not really shown any ambition for anything other than somehow seeking revenge on his parents murderers. He excels in his studies though he finds little joy or excitement in them, preferring to practice armed combats. Since his parents tragic death, he is normally seen with the Maester on his heels, practically his shadow.

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Maester Alfred

Maester Alfred - Age 58

Hair of Snow. Skin of Pallor. Eyes of Pale Green.

Maester Alfred reveals very little of himself though, when he does speak of his past, he speaks very fondly of his times in the Citadel. With the death of Lord Thomas and Lady Martha, Maester Alfred has been dutifully serving Lord Bruce and helping in any way possible to mold the young Lord. It is not uncommon to find him reminding the young boy that one need not wield a sword to be considered a knight, noting that even though he is frail, the Maesters are sometimes called Knights of the Mind. To his pleasure, this normally results in Lord Bruce pouring himself into his studies a bit more.

His chain links consist of the following metals: Silver, Iron, Black Iron, Copper, and Pale Steel. Respectively, they represent his expertise in: medicines and healing, warcraft, ravenry, history, as well as smithing.

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