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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

T H E M A R C H E S

Some time ago...

It was three, maybe five days, as the raven flies true to get a letter from Starfall to Sunspear. If the raven flew true and if they had a raven to spare on such a triviality.

It was not a triviality yet Lady Ysabel needed to treat it as such. That level of subterfuge pervaded her every day since the realm broke apart and fought old and new grievances against one another. It was a performance she knew well, but one that she sometimes forgot was just meant to be performance. Ser Russell was a good husband, a good father, but ancient animosities could not be forgotten even when two shared a marriage bed. She knew for some time that he acted behind her back, that he aided his family in their support of the so-called Blackfyre king, the pretender. They did so openly and Russell Yronwood was not a man who forgot his ancient blood. And so, as she had done for some time now, she readied her miscellaneous pleasantries and requests, her regular correspondence with her beloved brother at Sunspear, and buried in those uninteresting, sundry words was the notice of what her men had found.

The cache of coins and metal had not entirely been a surprise to the Lady of Starfall, but finding it first had been. It was a dangerous game they played, the minted coins with the Pretender's visage, young and aquiline, ethereal in the way only the one-time dragon lords were meant to be. Not at all like their young heir, Prince Baelor who had been marred by Dornish blood, and not like their steady king, who could never be mistaken for the Warrior. If only the Seven had seen fit to give this burden to another. She was tired in a way that sleep would never resolve, on edge so that her hands jittered whenever she had a moment to stand still and think.

She wrote to her brother, hid the urgent request beneath light tones and sisterly warmth, bid that he intercede with Prince Maron. Wrapped in boring details so prying eyes would glaze over, she suggested that those who moved the false dragon's coin could be found in the Boneway passages. Her youngest sister, Dyanna, had sent troubling reports of increased raids in the marches and Ysabel was more than certain these were connected events. Whether it was Yronwood directly or another Dornish house eager for the opportunity to bleed their northern neighbors, a show of force from their liege-lord might be enough to force them back to the shadows. Or so she hoped.

She sent the letters off to reach Sunspear nearly a fortnight after discovering the cache. It was a delay, but it had been necessary. Jami's response had been short and terse, carefully worded as her own had been. Outriders arrived not long after, without banners. It was a telling message to her, Ysabel had been in one of the upper galleries when she saw the desert's dust rising up on the horizon. The men told her that their prince had ridden as well, though along a different path than they. Though he was not there, he had come in strength and had ridden himself. No matter how serious she had known it to be before, her heart had dropped anyways at seeing a portion of the prince's response.

Even had she not been growing heavier with child, she would not have ridden with them, no matter that her Prince would do so. Her steady hand was required in Starfall, to maintain the truest loyalist hold this half of Dorne. So it was her other brother, Ryon, who was set to accompany the men on their way. Russell had little choice too but to accompany the men as well, his face noticeably absent of any disdain or pleasure at the task. He took it all in stride if not in exuberance, Lady Ysabel giving him a sweet kiss upon his cheek and bidding him to return before their babe arrived. She meant it, no matter how easy it would be to wish otherwise. Damn the wars and the men who started them.

The column had left seemingly as quickly as they arrived. Horses and men had enjoyed a brief respite in the oasis Starfall provided before they made their way back to the dry dirt and rocks. Ryon had looked back once, a mailed fist raised in parting. Russell had not and she would not hold it against him.

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The Present...

North and east, past the ancient roadways through the Red Mountains and into the contested lands where Dorne met the Reach and the Stormlands; a border that had never quite decided who it belonged to. Reports had been arriving and departing for months. Villages, outposts, farms, septs - it did not matter, men came and took what they could carry then burned the rest. Men, women, children were slain if they did not flee in time and those that did returned with slim hopes that they could rebuild in time and that they would be spared from the next roving band of brigands.

Though the smallfolk were unlike to see it as thus, this was deliberate and patient, seemingly random but a determined bleeding against those who made the marches their home. Whoever directed it understood that the most effective provocations were those that had deniability and fell short of demanding an answer in kind. They danced at the edges, pushing and shoving, prodding and poking, until the men they played their games with took action of their own, none the wiser to whom had triggered them to action.

The Reach lords whose land bore the weight of it had not been silent, ravens went to those with reason to listen, and to those who had the means to care. A man, even a lord, could only absorb this kind of damage for so long before absorbing it meant condoning it. Enough of them swore themselves to the Black Dragon and those who didn't readied themselves to defend. Prince Baelor's presence gave them the courage to go on the offensive.

Closer to all of it than few would find comfortable was Summerhall. Prince Maekar's wife waited there, her household including two young royal sons. Dyanna Dayne was not an unprepared woman, nor a stupid one. Her presence was a symbol and one that drew attention in these times. She wielded that in hopes it would prevent it being wielded against her. She had written to her sister, to lords of the reach and the stormlands. The pince's wife watched the roads and fields for signs of what she felt in her gut would come next.

The Martell column moved north through the Boneway, the dead pretender's coins in their baggage train. They had not yet found answers to their questions, but the men they pursued seemed ever ahead of them or ever scattered around them. Perhaps someone would eventually decide that the game of hide-and-seek had become to dull, that making their presence known could nudge the war in their favor.

In the marches, it is always a matter of who moves first. And so far, Daemon Blackfyre seemed the master of it.

My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

House Magnar

H O U S E M A G N A R

^{"Strike us, feed us"}

H O U S E D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ House Seat: Kingshouse _________________________________________________________ Region: Skagos | The North K E Y M E M B E R S _________________________________________________________ Click to Expand Family Tree ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Lord Magnar ◼ Age: 62 (b. 134 AC) ◼ Appearance: ◼ Biography: The current Lord of Skagos, though illness has robbed him of active governance. He understood and sanctioned his sons' scheme during the Skagosi rebellion. A capable warlord in his time, he is now dependent on Torvin for the management of his own household, a dependence he both needs and resents. His death is anticipated by every faction on and off the island. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Torvin Magnar ◼ Age: 28 (b. 168 AC) ◼ Appearance: ◼ Biography: The firstborn twin, Torvin chose to remain on Skagos while his twin went to Winterfell. It was a decision made by cold assessment of aptitude, not sentiment. He governs the island in all but name, framing every decision as his father's will while quietly making it his own. Patient, hard to read, and acutely aware that the plan he is holding together was designed for two men who may no longer both exist. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Aldric Magnar ◼ Age: 28 (b. 168 AC) ◼ Appearance: ◼ Biography: Torvin's twin, currently residing as an honoured guest of House Stark. Yet from the Magnars' perspective, he is a potential blade close to the heart of their overlords. More socially fluent than most Skagosi, he was the natural choice for Winterfell. That has done little to change the fact that he is viewed as barbaric and uncivilized by those on the mainland.

H I S T O R Y ___________________________________________________________________________________ House Magnar is among the oldest families of Skagos, their name itself said to mean "lord" in the ancient tongue of the island. They have a claim to precedence older than the Stark dominion over the North. They ruled as petty kings in the age before the Starks extended their reach across the Bay of Ice. The island of Skagos is a hard place, it is remote, difficult to supply, and populated by people who feel little kinship with the mainland lords who nominally rule them. Unicorns roam its highlands. Its people are regarded by the rest of the North as savage and unknowable. C U R R E N T S I T U A T I O N __________________________________________________________________________________ The Skagosi rebellion against House Stark has ended, crushed two years past at no small cost. House Magnar emerged from the conflict as the only Skagosi house Winterfell believes it can trust. What the North does not know is the shape of what House Magnar actually did. They aided Stark selectively, timing their support to let their rival houses Stane and Crowl bleed themselves weaker first. The architect of this scheme was the current lord's twin heirs, Torvin and Aldric. Lord Magnar, sharp enough to understand the full shape of the gamble, agreed. He has since been too ill to govern, leaving Torvin to hold the island together in all but name while Aldric sits at Winterfell as a guest.

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

The Seven Keep No Secrets

S E P T A C E R E N N A

^{"I only thought it would help."}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: Twenty-four _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: The Faith of the Seven A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Septa Cerenna is the sort of woman who is immediately and instinctively trusted, which is arguably the most dangerous thing about her. She is fair in the Reach fashion, with the light blonde hair, not the Westerlands gold or like beaten silver, but of pale straw. Her green eyes are warm rather than sharp. Her face is open and expressive in a way that grey septa's robes do nothing to dampen. She has never quite mastered the serene and composed look favored by her mentors, and tends instead toward an animated attentiveness that makes everyone she speaks to feel they are the most interesting person in the room. She is of middling height and carries herself with the comfortable confidence of someone who has never doubted her welcome anywhere. K E Y A S S E T S _________________________________________________________ Click to View Equipment & Skills ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Notable Skills: An extraordinary memory for names, faces, and personal details shared in confidence. A genuine gift for making people feel heard and cared for. An extensive web of connections accumulated across noble households throughout the Reach and beyond, built entirely through pastoral care and deployed entirely without strategic intent. _________________________________________________________ ◼ Valuables: A well-worn copy of The Seven-Pointed Star with extensive personal annotations in the margins. A small collection of letters from noblewomen across the Reach who consider her their most trusted confidante. _________________________________________________________ ◼ Retinue: A young novice of fourteen who follows her everywhere and has already developed the haunted look of someone who has seen too many of her superior's plans reach their natural conclusions. -

P E R S O N A L B A C K G R O U N D ___________________________________________________________________________________ Cerenna Peake was born the youngest daughter of a second cousin to Starpike, which is to say she was born into the comfortable outer ring of a proud house that had little to spare and much to protect. While her branch of the family kept a modest hall near enough to Starpike to attend feast days, it was far enough to be largely ignored by the main line in matters of inheritance and marriage. She grew up knowing she was a Peake and all that it meant while understanding clearly that the name would not do a great deal of practical work on her behalf. She was sent to the Faith at thirteen, which suited everyone including her. She had already by that point demonstrated a talent for being present in conversations she had not been invited to, for passing along information she had not been asked to, and for arranging meetings between people based on her sense that they should know each other but with no grounding in the actual circumstances of their lives. The sept gave this energy a home and she thrived. She was warm and attentive and genuinely devout in the way that comes from feeling rather than performance, and the noble ladies who came to her for counsel left feeling cared for and understood. She was not focused enough to serve as a governess, one attempt at that ended in disaster not spoken of, but her cloister could not deny the effect her charm had, especially on funding. She has spent the years since moving between the septs and households of the Reach, gathering connections the way other women gather embroidery. She knows the wives and sisters and mothers of men on both sides of the rebellion, because she has ministered to all of them without once noticing that this might be complicated. When Lord Gormon declared for the Blackfyres and marched northwest, Cerenna felt a quiet and private pride she would never voice aloud. She is a Peake. She has written to Starpike once since the rebellion began, a warm letter to Lady Antonie expressing her prayers for the safety of the family and mentioning in passing that she had recently met a most interesting young woman of Dornish descent who reminded her somehow of the Lady of Starpike in her cleverness. It seems that Lady Antonie has not yet had time to respond, perhaps the letter sits on her table still. C U R R E N T M O T I V A T I O N S __________________________________________________________________________________ Cerenna is currently traveling through the Reach in the company of a certain woman of Dornish descent after meeting her under circumstances that Cerenna has decided were not accidental. The Seven work in ways that are mysterious to others and perfectly legible to Cerenna, and it is clear to her that this young woman of uncertain standing and vibrant purple eyes has been placed in her path for a reason. She has appointed herself Rella's guide and protector with the wholehearted warmth of someone who has never once been wrong about this kind of thing, because she has never stayed in one place long enough to observe the consequences. She does not think of what she does as political. She thinks of it as her duty of care. She just wants everyone to be alright. She believes, with the deep and unshakeable conviction of the genuinely well-meaning, that most conflicts can be resolved with the right conversation between the right people. She is going to arrange that conversation. Worse, she has already begun to think of who ought to be in the room.

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

E L A E N A T A R G A R Y E N

^{Princess of House Targaryen}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: 46 (b. 150AC) _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: House Targaryen | House Penrose A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Elaena was never the beauty her sisters were, and she has long since made her peace with that. What she has instead is something harder to quantify and more difficult to dismiss. At forty-six she carries herself with the particular authority of a woman who has outlived every expectation placed upon her and declined to be grateful for it. Her platinum hair, once her most remarked-upon feature, still carries that singular gold streak down the middle, still worn short in a style practical enough to suggest she has little patience for ornament and elegant enough to suggest she has not forgotten how to wield it. Her eyes are soft lilac, her mouth thin-lipped; both have a tendency toward expressions the court has learned to read carefully. K E Y A S S E T S _________________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Notable Skills: Finance | Administration ◼ Valuables: Considerable political influence -

P E R S O N A L B A C K G R O U N D ___________________________________________________________________________________ She has been keeping accounts since before most men at court learned to read them. Elaena Targaryen was born the youngest daughter of Aegon III, and grew up in a Red Keep that was by turns a gilded cage and something considerably less gilded. She remembers Baelor's reign with the particular clarity of someone who was locked away for eleven years and has declined to forgive it, even now, even with him long dead and canonised in the sept. She remembers Viserys II with the warmth she reserves for very little else, a beloved uncle, the only king of her lifetime who looked at her and saw the mind rather than the bloodline. She watched Aegon the Unworthy spend the realm's treasury on his appetites and smiled at none of his jokes, and she has watched Daeron II work patiently to repair what his father broke, and thought that this, at least, is something worth preserving. Her relationship with her sisters has never been simple. Daena and Rhaena are complicated loves, ones forged in the Maidenvault, tested by everything that came after, and never entirely resolved. She will not speak against them. She will defend them with a ferocity that surprises people who have only seen her across a ledger. But closeness is not the same as ease, and ease is something the three of them have never quite managed. She has been married twice now by a king's decree. Ronnel Penrose is a good man and a poor mathematician, the arrangement suits them both well enough. He lends his name and seal to letters she writes; she lends the marriage a legitimacy that benefits them both. It is, she understands, a more honest arrangement than most. When the dispute arose recently over taking the Master of Coin seat in her own right, she said nothing she did not mean and left for the Twins with her head high and a trusted man quietly in place behind her. The others know and will not admit they do. She will not require them to. That Daemon Blackfyre's cause has found purchase, that her sister's son takes up a pretender's banner, she finds reprehensible in a way that has settled somewhere beneath anger into something colder and more permanent. She has buried too many people to feel surprise. She has not yet stopped feeling contempt. C U R R E N T M O T I V A T I O N S __________________________________________________________________________________ She brought Shiera to the Twins because someone ought to, and because the girl has a mind that deserves more than the Red Keep's intrigues to sharpen itself on. Elaena has her own reasons for attending, she always does. The north's loyalty to Daeron is not a thing to be assumed, and she has spent forty-six years learning that nothing worth having is. She attends the summit without a title to her name in the room, without a seat at the table she has more right to than half the men occupying it, and she intends to be the most useful person there regardless. She has done more with less.

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

S H I E R A S E A S T A R

^{Star of the Sea}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: 17 (b. 179AC) _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: House Targaryen A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Even at seventeen, Shiera Seastar carries herself with the ease of someone long accustomed to being looked at. Her hair is thick and curling, silver-gold as one of Valyrian blood, worn longer perhaps than is entirely practical. Her face is heart-shaped, her lips full, and large mismatched eyes; one dark blue, one bright green, both of them watchful. Those who find reason to disapprove of her call it a defect though, those who have spent any time in her company tend to stop saying so. She favours ivory, lace, and cloth-of-silver, and considers cloth-of-gold too vulgar. At her throat she wears a heavy silver necklace set with alternating star sapphires and emeralds. K E Y A S S E T S _________________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Notable Skills: Multi-lingual ◼ Valuables: library collection -

P E R S O N A L B A C K G R O U N D ___________________________________________________________________________________ Lady Serenei of Lys died giving birth to her, and so Shiera came into the world already defined by absence. Serenei had belonged to an ancient but impoverished Valyrian noble family, the last of Aegon the Unworthy's mistresses, and rumours spread quickly that she had practised dark arts, that she was far older than she appeared. Whether Shiera inherited those gifts or simply the suspicion of them, the effect has been much the same. Of the Great Bastards, she has always stood apart. Daemon was the warrior made flesh, Aegor a man sharpened by grievance, and Brynden something stranger still, pale and quiet and watchful, trusted by few. Shiera was closest to him, having grown up alongside him in the Red Keep when so many of the others were kept away or were too much her elder for any real closeness. They grew to share a love of reading even as their interests diverged, and it was enough, for a long time, to make the Red Keep feel less like a cage. She was thirteen, perhaps fourteen, the first time she encountered Aegor. He was fully a man grown, with a cold hunger already evident at that age. She had barely exchanged words with him before, and yet the way he regarded her was different, different from Brynden, different from the way other men had begun to look at her, though she could not yet say how. She had not expected him to speak to her, but in the brief conversation that followed she found him less repulsive than the stories Brynden had told, even if she could not deny the darkness in him either. Over the years, her closeness with Brynden deepened, and many assumed that the two oddities would eventually wed. He proposed it himself for the first time when she was fifteen and she laughed, not unkindly. While he accepted it at the time, he was clear that she would one day change her mind and accept her offer. He has asked more times than she cares to count since. She gives him her bed, although not exclusively, but not her hand, and he has never made peace with the distinction. She did not expect to see Aegor Rivers again, though she did once more, in early 196 AC. Brynden may have warned her to avoid him, but if nothing else, the refusal to be told what she should or should not do drove her to seek him out and see again what the fuss was all about. Her memories of him held true, for the most part. Whatever passed between them while the kingdom's unity hung in the balance, she did not speak of to anyone, not even to Brynden, though in her youthful petulance she still took pleasure in stirring his jealousies. Neither did Brynden say anything when she returned. The look in his eyes and the tightness of his lips suggested he had much he would have wished to say, though. Many things would likely be easier had she accepted any of Brynden's offers, particularly now that war has come again to the Seven Kingdoms. But she wants more from life than that, even with a man as singular as Brynden Rivers. She can see clearly what it would require of her, to become smaller than she is. Her aunt Elaena's words return to her often, the counsel of a woman who chose duty over love twice and has not stopped regretting it. At court Shiera is admired, circled, written about in verse she finds largely unimpressive. Duels have been fought over the right to sit beside her. None of it satisfies her. She is restless in a way that jewels and songs and even Brynden's careful devotion do nothing to ease, and she suspects, though she would not yet say so aloud, that her place, if she has one, lies somewhere the court cannot see from its windows. C U R R E N T M O T I V A T I O N S __________________________________________________________________________________ Few would have approved of Shiera attending the summit at the Twins, yet her aunt Elaena Targaryen found means to circumvent it all in bringing along the pretty young woman. Shiera had wanted to see what she could do away from the capital and intrigue of the Red Keep, wanted to prove that the hours she spent with her nose in books was not for naught. Now she would be given the chance. She attends the summit ostensibly as an observer, possibly as a distraction, but mostly, she attends it in the hopes of finding a path forward and of her own choosing.

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

House Dayne

H O U S E D A Y N E

^{"Burning True"}

H O U S E D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ House Seat: Starfall _________________________________________________________ Region: Dorne K E Y M E M B E R S _________________________________________________________ Click to Expand Family Tree ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Lady Ysabel Dayne ◼ Age: 32 (b. 164 AC) ◼ Appearance: Tall and broad, she was always stated to take after her lordly father rather than her mother. Her dark blonde hair, full and wavy, she keeps in functional plaits. Her face often shows exhaustion - more so now - as she grows heavy with her fourth child expected before the year is done. She shares her sister's purple eyes, though Ysabel's verge on the darkest of blues except when the sunlight reflects just so. ◼ Biography: Eldest child, no matter that she was a daughter, Dorne's inheritance practices ensured she was never considered anything but the heir to Starfall. She was raised as such from the time she could walk, with training from the maester and tutors in history and politics. The little girl had a shrewd enough mind for it, and while she never took to martial training as Dyanna one day would, she attended it all the same with the boys of similar age. Unlikely it was that she would ever lead them in battle, she demanded to be among them and earn their respect all the same. Her father negotiated marriage with House Yronwood, to put an end - or at least a longer peace - after years of increasing tensions and scuffles between the houses. Though they disagree on much, Ysabel has found managing her husband not entirely unpleasant or without its joys. She finds her trust in him faltering the past few months as the rebellion drags on and Daemon's coinage has been found within her demesne. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Ser Russell "Rusty" Yronwood ◼ Age: 41 (b. 155 AC) ◼ Appearance: Lanky and angular, he has not gained the softness many men do as they age. He hides of the sharpness of his face behind a well sculpted beard, now spotted white, but little can be done to mitigate the harsh lines of his cheekbones or nose. His eyes are pale brown, like the sun-bleached mud in a dry riverbed. He dresses regally, his clothes overstating his power within Starfall. ◼ Biography: A younger son, never likely to inherit Yronwood or titles, he was oft described as wayward. He earned the nickname that would follow him a lifetime, when as a young squire he left his knight's mail to rust. The knight, in part, punished the lad by making him wear it for training an entire fortnight. His marriage to Starfall's heir was nearly missed when men wearing his family's colors attacked the party on their way from his family's seat to hers. Were it not for the actions of a young knight, Ser Rusty would have been returned home a widower. Rumors followed him for some time, and while he has not lost his hatred for House Martell nor the men of the Reach and Stormlands, he has been a steady man at Ysabel's side. In public, at least, he does not undermine her nor her rule. What he does in private, his communications and causes supported, has always been under scrutiny. Ser Rusty's caution has served him well so far, something that he can only test for so long. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Quentyn Dayne ◼ Age: 11 (b. 185 AC) ◼ Appearance: Sandy haired boy that takes after Ysabel but with brown eyes. He is at an age where his training and growth spurts exceed each other in turns. ◼ Biography: Currently the boy serves as a squire to House Dalt of Lemonwood, much as his famed cousin did. While Ysabel would prefer to have her heir home, she preferred a stronger influence from her liege-lord's supporters, and the safety in comparison. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Mychel Dayne ◼ Age: 9 (b. 187 AC) ◼ Appearance: Much more like his father, Mychel still retains the softness of youth, but he is slighter still than his peers. Light brown hair and brown eyes, he's often found dirty from adventures in the gardens. ◼ Biography: At home in Starfall, he prefers studies with the maester over time with their master-at-arms. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Cassella Dayne ◼ Age: 4 (b. 192 AC) ◼ Appearance: Some say she reminds of them Dyanna at the same age, though much could be said of any little girl with blonde hair and purple eyes. ◼ Biography: At home in Starfall ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Ryon Dayne ◼ Age: 29 (b. 167 AC) ◼ Appearance: Average and unassuming, with darker blonde hair and dark eyes. Were it not for the finery he wears, he could be easily mistaken for just another courtier. ◼ Biography: Recently married to Gwyneth Fowler, serves as advisor to his sister. He has no children of his own yet, though there are rumors he fathered a bastard. He is often said to act more Rhoynish than his blood would allow for. Few would say to his face - or his lady sister's. He's a cunning man, but less astute in matters than his sister. He has a great propensity to making friends and ferreting out information. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Edyth Dayne ◼ Age: 27 (b. 169 AC) ◼ Biography: At Sandstone, married to a Qorgyle ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Jami Dayne ◼ Age: 26 (b. 170 AC) ◼ Appearance: ◼ Biography: Castellan of Sunspear ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Dyanna Dayne --see full sheet-- ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Ser Ulrick Dayne of High Hermitage (SotM) --see full sheet-- ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Squire Anders Sand ◼ Age: 14 (b. 182 AC) ◼ Appearance: Pale and boney with dark brown hair he wears to his shoulders. He has begun the effort of growing a beard, though one has to squint to find it. ◼ Biography: There are rumors, uttered carefully, that he is Ser Rusty's bastard from before his marriage to Ysabel. Russell Yronwood has never claimed as such, in fact, one of his cousin's from a lesser branch has claimed the boy as his own. Yet the boy's arrival with Russell and continued interest the Lady's husband has shown in him has done much to cement the idea that the boy is in fact his. Anders, for his part, does not accept this, though he finds the Dayne's view of things troublesome with his own views and preferences aligning with House Yronwood's. -

H I S T O R Y ___________________________________________________________________________________ House Dayne claims to be one of the oldest of not just Dorne but of all the Seven Kingdoms, claiming First Men ancestry and not that of the eventual Rhoynish invaders. Their mythos asserts that Starfall was raised where their ancestors tracked a falling star and found a stone of magical powers. They ruled as kings, with Dawn, the great sword forged of the fallen star, passed to men of some generations. With Nymeria's invasion, House Dayne bent the knee and found a new ally against their ancient competition in House Yronwood. As much as there is long history of conflict with House Yronwood, they were often at war with the Kingdom of the Reach as well. One of their ancient kings, King Samwell called the Starfire, burned Oldtown. Engrained feuds die slowly, even in more modern times. C U R R E N T S I T U A T I O N __________________________________________________________________________________ House Dayne remains a staunch ally of their liege-lord, House Martell, and as such, strong supporters of House Targaryen and King Daeron II. The current lady's youngest sister being married into House Targaryen has further cemented that bond. Some of Starfall's neighbors view it with great suspicion. A love match, perhaps, but one greatly advantageous given the fourth son's outsized influence as Prince of Summerhall. Lady Ysabel remains a steadfast supporter of House Martell's efforts and has made strategic placements of her siblings and children; taking in several squires, pages, and wards from other Houses that border their northern neighbors. She has been cautious about overly engaging with Summerhall directly, but it has not gone unnoticed that the Sword of the Morning protects Summerhall and not Starfall. So far, it has been only whispered about rather than direct action taken, given the close brotherly relationship he was known to have for his cousin, Dyanna. All is not well within Starfall, however. In the decade before Lady Ysabel inherited from her father, tension between Dayne and Yronwood spilled over into bloodshed. Peace was restored through marriage of Starfall's heir to an Yronwood son, wards were exchanged, and the uneasy truce settled to barbed words and courtly slights. While Ysabel and Russell found they were otherwise well suited for one another and raised a new generation of Daynes, family ties and ancient beliefs threaten to bring the war in the north home to Starfall.

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A Prince's Wife

D Y A N N A D A Y N E

^{I have yet to meet a problem that couldn't be improved by either a good horse or a well-placed arrow.}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: 24 (b. 172AC) _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: House Targaryen | House Dayne A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Dyanna is a product of Stony Dornish blood; fair-skinned, with sandy blonde hair that falls in loose waves and dark violet eyes. When court or company demands it, she dresses the part of a prince's wife, favoring the lilac of House Dayne, though the black and red of her husband's colors have crept more and more into her wardrobe since the rebellion. Left to her own devices, however, she is far more likely to be found in something practical, plain dresses, riding leathers, or whatever allows her to move freely on horseback or with a falcon on her wrist. There is always something slightly out of place about her when she has been forced into finery; a restlessness in the way she carries herself that suggests she would rather be elsewhere and dressed for it. K E Y A S S E T S _________________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Notable Skills: Archery | Falconry | Riding ◼ Valuables: hips which do not lie -

P E R S O N A L B A C K G R O U N D ___________________________________________________________________________________ The High Lord of Starfall's youngest child, Dyanna, showed an early propensity for getting herself into trouble, and then masterfully extracting herself from it. She was precocious, a quick learner but stubborn. Her father rarely denied her any wish or fancy. She learned the same lessons as her brothers, rode harder than them, and took to falconry and archery young. She often begged to see what lay beyond Starfall's walls, and yet just as frequently would be found late at night with candles burned to nubs, deep in a book. By the time she approached womanhood, her wish was granted, in the year following King Aegon IV's death, Queen Myriah Martell requested Dyanna attend her in King's Landing. King's Landing, however, was not to her tastes. The heaving throng of the city threatened to turn her youthful optimism to despondency. The queen took her under her wing and shielded her from the worst of the words and whispers still uttered about the Dornish, but there was only so much even a queen could do. The girl who had once been so fearless, felt herself faltering. One night, in a fit of rebellion against her family's gentle insistence that she remain at court, Dyanna slipped out of her quarters in the Red Keep through servants' passageways she was not supposed to know, and made her way to a tavern known to be frequented by young nobles. There, she challenged a boastful young man. It was bravery fueled by flowing wine; she could never have imagined that the young lordling was in fact a prince, nor that he would bend so readily to her will. Dyanna and Maekar were married quickly in 189 AC, and seemingly just as quickly she gave the fourth son a son of his own in 191 AC. King Daeron II had gifted his son the title Prince of Summerhall following the wedding, and the pair resided there together until the rebellion pulled Maekar north and away from her. In his absence, Dyanna holds Summerhall as her domain, keeping watch over young Daeron and baby Aerion, with her cousin Ser Ulrick dedicated to the safety of the prince's family. C U R R E N T M O T I V A T I O N S __________________________________________________________________________________ Whatever fears she holds for Maekar's safety, Dyanna does not let them show. She governs Summerhall with a steady hand, determined that everything her husband left behind will be waiting for him upon his return. She oversees the protection of their lands, coordinates with nearby lords, and exerts a quiet but effective influence across the region. Though never a noted host prior, she draws surrounding lords to Summerhall, working to keep them loyal to the crown or, at the least, neutral toward the pretender.

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SotM

U L R I C K D A Y N E

^{Sword of the Morning}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: 31 (b. 165AC) _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: House Dayne A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Dark brown hair is not unheard of amongst those born to House Dayne, though Ulrick inherited his stony complexion from his mother, a lady of the knightly House Dalt. He keeps his hair long, past his shoulders, but his beard neat and cropped close. Tall and broad both, his physique leaves little to be desired. His skin bears a fair share of scars, old and new alike, and it is not uncommon for him to discover fresh bruises without any memory of which sparring partner gifted them. He dresses well for a knight of a cadet branch, his position as Sword of the Morning affords him finely crafted armour. A shooting star adorns his pauldron, arcing front to back. Ostentatious or not, he favours a lilac cape; when attending court, he dons one embroidered with silver thread, the shooting star crossed with a sword. Ulrick has a taste for fine clothing more broadly, and has been content to borrow his cousin's tailors and seamstresses for his own purposes whenever she leaves them short of inspiration. K E Y A S S E T S _________________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Weaponry: Dawn - a great sword ◼ Notable Skills: Swordsmanship | Riding -

P E R S O N A L B A C K G R O U N D ___________________________________________________________________________________ Ulrick was destined for a mediocre life. Born a cousin to the cadet branch at High Hermitage, his prospects were limited. It became clear from a young age that a life of scholarship or faith was not his calling. He was, however, remarkably good at swinging a sword. Destined perhaps to serve as a knight for House Dayne, he first began service as a page for House Dalt, in the shadow of Sunspear. From page to squire, he began to make a name for himself. Always a head taller than his peers, he had an instinct and talent that caught the eye of House Martell's master-at-arms. From Lemonwood to Sunspear, Ulrick grew, and grew more confident. Knighted at a tourney, he was not truly tested until a return home to High Hermitage. Called up as part of the retinue to guide Lady Ysabel's return from Yronwood to Starfall, a bloody skirmish in the Boneway measured his training and natural aptitude and found both anything but lacking. Ser Ulrick, a man who had yet to see twenty namedays, against all odds, overwhelmed the larger rogue band and returned Lady Ysabel untouched to Starfall. Some months later, after much deliberation and further trials left unspoken, Dawn was bestowed upon him and he claimed the title Sword of the Morning. Starfall remained his home, the growing tensions between Dorne and their northern neighbours keeping the young knight well occupied. When his cousin Lady Dyanna wed Prince Maekar and they took residence at the Stormland castle of Summerhall, Ser Ulrick began travelling there with increasing frequency, extending his normal patrol along the Boneway to visit his cousin. When rebellion broke out, he disregarded requests to return to Starfall, instead swearing an oath to Prince Maekar that he would keep his wife safe when duty called the prince away to battles far to the north. C U R R E N T M O T I V A T I O N S __________________________________________________________________________________ Ser Ulrick's oath to Prince Maekar remains his primary motivation, though the role of glorified guardsman wears on him as time passes and news arrives of bloodier battles creeping ever closer. He spends his days offering counsel to Lady Dyanna when asked, indulging in sibling banter even when she doesn't, and directing threatening scowls at visiting lords he suspects of wavering in their loyalties. He sees, too, to training Summerhall's men that Maekar left behind as a protective force, alongside the castle's master-at-arms. With news of Prince Baelor leading victory after victory, Ulrick has argued that their defensive posture is no longer sufficient — that their numbers should join the heir's forces and crush the pretender's support more decisively. Dyanna has been receptive, but Ulrick is not certain Maekar would share that reading of his oath.

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

@Ezekiel Da daynes have been finished, one post with the house and 2 POV characters though I retain the right to write for the others in the sheet if they'll make things more interesting.

My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

@Gunther
There will be a story behind earning the epithet, but that's all justification for just wanting a punny name.

(I suppose that also means Zeke and Dusty will get a few freebie puns about Peake.)

Ser Jorah can indeed be removed, the previous lord will have died before the start of our story.

My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

House Dayne

H O U S E D A Y N E

^{"Burning True"}

H O U S E D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ House Seat: Starfall _________________________________________________________ Region: Dorne K E Y M E M B E R S _________________________________________________________ Click to Expand Family Tree ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Lady Ysabel Dayne ◼ Age: 32 (b. 164 AC) ◼ Appearance: Tall and broad, she was always stated to take after her lordly father rather than her mother. Her dark blonde hair, full and wavy, she keeps in functional plaits. Her face often shows exhaustion - more so now - as she grows heavy with her fourth child expected before the year is done. She shares her sister's purple eyes, though Ysabel's verge on the darkest of blues except when the sunlight reflects just so. ◼ Biography: Eldest child, no matter that she was a daughter, Dorne's inheritance practices ensured she was never considered anything but the heir to Starfall. She was raised as such from the time she could walk, with training from the maester and tutors in history and politics. The little girl had a shrewd enough mind for it, and while she never took to martial training as Dyanna one day would, she attended it all the same with the boys of similar age. Unlikely it was that she would ever lead them in battle, she demanded to be among them and earn their respect all the same. Her father negotiated marriage with House Yronwood, to put an end - or at least a longer peace - after years of increasing tensions and scuffles between the houses. Though they disagree on much, Ysabel has found managing her husband not entirely unpleasant or without its joys. She finds her trust in him faltering the past few months as the rebellion drags on and Daemon's coinage has been found within her demesne. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Ser Russell "Rusty" Yronwood ◼ Age: 41 (b. 155 AC) ◼ Appearance: Lanky and angular, he has not gained the softness many men do as they age. He hides of the sharpness of his face behind a well sculpted beard, now spotted white, but little can be done to mitigate the harsh lines of his cheekbones or nose. His eyes are pale brown, like the sun-bleached mud in a dry riverbed. He dresses regally, his clothes overstating his power within Starfall. ◼ Biography: A younger son, never likely to inherit Yronwood or titles, he was oft described as wayward. He earned the nickname that would follow him a lifetime, when as a young squire he left his knight's mail to rust. The knight, in part, punished the lad by making him wear it for training an entire fortnight. His marriage to Starfall's heir was nearly missed when men wearing his family's colors attacked the party on their way from his family's seat to hers. Were it not for the actions of a young knight, Ser Rusty would have been returned home a widower. Rumors followed him for some time, and while he has not lost his hatred for House Martell nor the men of the Reach and Stormlands, he has been a steady man at Ysabel's side. In public, at least, he does not undermine her nor her rule. What he does in private, his communications and causes supported, has always been under scrutiny. Ser Rusty's caution has served him well so far, something that he can only test for so long. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Quentyn Dayne ◼ Age: 11 (b. 185 AC) ◼ Appearance: Sandy haired boy that takes after Ysabel but with brown eyes. He is at an age where his training and growth spurts exceed each other in turns. ◼ Biography: Currently the boy serves as a squire to House Dalt of Lemonwood, much as his famed cousin did. While Ysabel would prefer to have her heir home, she preferred a stronger influence from her liege-lord's supporters, and the safety in comparison. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Mychel Dayne ◼ Age: 9 (b. 187 AC) ◼ Appearance: Much more like his father, Mychel still retains the softness of youth, but he is slighter still than his peers. Light brown hair and brown eyes, he's often found dirty from adventures in the gardens. ◼ Biography: At home in Starfall, he prefers studies with the maester over time with their master-at-arms. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Cassella Dayne ◼ Age: 4 (b. 192 AC) ◼ Appearance: Some say she reminds of them Dyanna at the same age, though much could be said of any little girl with blonde hair and purple eyes. ◼ Biography: At home in Starfall ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Ryon Dayne ◼ Age: 29 (b. 167 AC) ◼ Appearance: Average and unassuming, with darker blonde hair and dark eyes. Were it not for the finery he wears, he could be easily mistaken for just another courtier. ◼ Biography: Recently married to Gwyneth Fowler, serves as advisor to his sister. He has no children of his own yet, though there are rumors he fathered a bastard. He is often said to act more Rhoynish than his blood would allow for. Few would say to his face - or his lady sister's. He's a cunning man, but less astute in matters than his sister. He has a great propensity to making friends and ferreting out information. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Edyth Dayne ◼ Age: 27 (b. 169 AC) ◼ Biography: At Sandstone, married to a Qorgyle ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Jami Dayne ◼ Age: 26 (b. 170 AC) ◼ Appearance: ◼ Biography: Castellan of Sunspear ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Dyanna Dayne --see full sheet-- ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Ser Ulrick Dayne of High Hermitage (SotM) --see full sheet-- ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name: Squire Anders Sand ◼ Age: 14 (b. 182 AC) ◼ Appearance: Pale and boney with dark brown hair he wears to his shoulders. He has begun the effort of growing a beard, though one has to squint to find it. ◼ Biography: There are rumors, uttered carefully, that he is Ser Rusty's bastard from before his marriage to Ysabel. Russell Yronwood has never claimed as such, in fact, one of his cousin's from a lesser branch has claimed the boy as his own. Yet the boy's arrival with Russell and continued interest the Lady's husband has shown in him has done much to cement the idea that the boy is in fact his. Anders, for his part, does not accept this, though he finds the Dayne's view of things troublesome with his own views and preferences aligning with House Yronwood's. -

H I S T O R Y ___________________________________________________________________________________ House Dayne claims to be one of the oldest of not just Dorne but of all the Seven Kingdoms, claiming First Men ancestry and not that of the eventual Rhoynish invaders. Their mythos asserts that Starfall was raised where their ancestors tracked a falling star and found a stone of magical powers. They ruled as kings, with Dawn, the great sword forged of the fallen star, passed to men of some generations. With Nymeria's invasion, House Dayne bent the knee and found a new ally against their ancient competition in House Yronwood. As much as there is long history of conflict with House Yronwood, they were often at war with the Kingdom of the Reach as well. One of their ancient kings, King Samwell called the Starfire, burned Oldtown. Engrained feuds die slowly, even in more modern times. C U R R E N T S I T U A T I O N __________________________________________________________________________________ House Dayne remains a staunch ally of their liege-lord, House Martell, and as such, strong supporters of House Targaryen and King Daeron II. The current lady's youngest sister being married into House Targaryen has further cemented that bond. Some of Starfall's neighbors view it with great suspicion. A love match, perhaps, but one greatly advantageous given the fourth son's outsized influence as Prince of Summerhall. Lady Ysabel remains a steadfast supporter of House Martell's efforts and has made strategic placements of her siblings and children; taking in several squires, pages, and wards from other Houses that border their northern neighbors. She has been cautious about overly engaging with Summerhall directly, but it has not gone unnoticed that the Sword of the Morning protects Summerhall and not Starfall. So far, it has been only whispered about rather than direct action taken, given the close brotherly relationship he was known to have for his cousin, Dyanna. All is not well within Starfall, however. In the decade before Lady Ysabel inherited from her father, tension between Dayne and Yronwood spilled over into bloodshed. Peace was restored through marriage of Starfall's heir to an Yronwood son, wards were exchanged, and the uneasy truce settled to barbed words and courtly slights. While Ysabel and Russell found they were otherwise well suited for one another and raised a new generation of Daynes, family ties and ancient beliefs threaten to bring the war in the north home to Starfall.

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A Prince's Wife

D Y A N N A D A Y N E

^{I have yet to meet a problem that couldn't be improved by either a good horse or a well-placed arrow.}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: 24 (b. 172AC) _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: House Targaryen | House Dayne A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Dyanna is a product of Stony Dornish blood; fair-skinned, with sandy blonde hair that falls in loose waves and dark violet eyes. When court or company demands it, she dresses the part of a prince's wife, favoring the lilac of House Dayne, though the black and red of her husband's colors have crept more and more into her wardrobe since the rebellion. Left to her own devices, however, she is far more likely to be found in something practical, plain dresses, riding leathers, or whatever allows her to move freely on horseback or with a falcon on her wrist. There is always something slightly out of place about her when she has been forced into finery; a restlessness in the way she carries herself that suggests she would rather be elsewhere and dressed for it. K E Y A S S E T S _________________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Notable Skills: Archery | Falconry | Riding ◼ Valuables: hips which do not lie -

P E R S O N A L B A C K G R O U N D ___________________________________________________________________________________ The High Lord of Starfall's youngest child, Dyanna, showed an early propensity for getting herself into trouble, and then masterfully extracting herself from it. She was precocious, a quick learner but stubborn. Her father rarely denied her any wish or fancy. She learned the same lessons as her brothers, rode harder than them, and took to falconry and archery young. She often begged to see what lay beyond Starfall's walls, and yet just as frequently would be found late at night with candles burned to nubs, deep in a book. By the time she approached womanhood, her wish was granted, in the year following King Aegon IV's death, Queen Myriah Martell requested Dyanna attend her in King's Landing. King's Landing, however, was not to her tastes. The heaving throng of the city threatened to turn her youthful optimism to despondency. The queen took her under her wing and shielded her from the worst of the words and whispers still uttered about the Dornish, but there was only so much even a queen could do. The girl who had once been so fearless, felt herself faltering. One night, in a fit of rebellion against her family's gentle insistence that she remain at court, Dyanna slipped out of her quarters in the Red Keep through servants' passageways she was not supposed to know, and made her way to a tavern known to be frequented by young nobles. There, she challenged a boastful young man. It was bravery fueled by flowing wine; she could never have imagined that the young lordling was in fact a prince, nor that he would bend so readily to her will. Dyanna and Maekar were married quickly in 189 AC, and seemingly just as quickly she gave the fourth son a son of his own in 191 AC. King Daeron II had gifted his son the title Prince of Summerhall following the wedding, and the pair resided there together until the rebellion pulled Maekar north and away from her. In his absence, Dyanna holds Summerhall as her domain, keeping watch over young Daeron and baby Aerion, with her cousin Ser Ulrick dedicated to the safety of the prince's family. C U R R E N T M O T I V A T I O N S __________________________________________________________________________________ Whatever fears she holds for Maekar's safety, Dyanna does not let them show. She governs Summerhall with a steady hand, determined that everything her husband left behind will be waiting for him upon his return. She oversees the protection of their lands, coordinates with nearby lords, and exerts a quiet but effective influence across the region. Though never a noted host prior, she draws surrounding lords to Summerhall, working to keep them loyal to the crown or, at the least, neutral toward the pretender.

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SotM

U L R I C K D A Y N E

^{Sword of the Morning}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: 31 (b. 165AC) _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: House Dayne A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Dark brown hair is not unheard of amongst those born to House Dayne, though Ulrick inherited his stony complexion from his mother, a lady of the knightly House Dalt. He keeps his hair long, past his shoulders, but his beard neat and cropped close. Tall and broad both, his physique leaves little to be desired. His skin bears a fair share of scars, old and new alike, and it is not uncommon for him to discover fresh bruises without any memory of which sparring partner gifted them. He dresses well for a knight of a cadet branch, his position as Sword of the Morning affords him finely crafted armour. A shooting star adorns his pauldron, arcing front to back. Ostentatious or not, he favours a lilac cape; when attending court, he dons one embroidered with silver thread, the shooting star crossed with a sword. Ulrick has a taste for fine clothing more broadly, and has been content to borrow his cousin's tailors and seamstresses for his own purposes whenever she leaves them short of inspiration. K E Y A S S E T S _________________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Weaponry: Dawn - a great sword ◼ Notable Skills: Swordsmanship | Riding -

P E R S O N A L B A C K G R O U N D ___________________________________________________________________________________ Ulrick was destined for a mediocre life. Born a cousin to the cadet branch at High Hermitage, his prospects were limited. It became clear from a young age that a life of scholarship or faith was not his calling. He was, however, remarkably good at swinging a sword. Destined perhaps to serve as a knight for House Dayne, he first began service as a page for House Dalt, in the shadow of Sunspear. From page to squire, he began to make a name for himself. Always a head taller than his peers, he had an instinct and talent that caught the eye of House Martell's master-at-arms. From Lemonwood to Sunspear, Ulrick grew, and grew more confident. Knighted at a tourney, he was not truly tested until a return home to High Hermitage. Called up as part of the retinue to guide Lady Ysabel's return from Yronwood to Starfall, a bloody skirmish in the Boneway measured his training and natural aptitude and found both anything but lacking. Ser Ulrick, a man who had yet to see twenty namedays, against all odds, overwhelmed the larger rogue band and returned Lady Ysabel untouched to Starfall. Some months later, after much deliberation and further trials left unspoken, Dawn was bestowed upon him and he claimed the title Sword of the Morning. Starfall remained his home, the growing tensions between Dorne and their northern neighbours keeping the young knight well occupied. When his cousin Lady Dyanna wed Prince Maekar and they took residence at the Stormland castle of Summerhall, Ser Ulrick began travelling there with increasing frequency, extending his normal patrol along the Boneway to visit his cousin. When rebellion broke out, he disregarded requests to return to Starfall, instead swearing an oath to Prince Maekar that he would keep his wife safe when duty called the prince away to battles far to the north. C U R R E N T M O T I V A T I O N S __________________________________________________________________________________ Ser Ulrick's oath to Prince Maekar remains his primary motivation, though the role of glorified guardsman wears on him as time passes and news arrives of bloodier battles creeping ever closer. He spends his days offering counsel to Lady Dyanna when asked, indulging in sibling banter even when she doesn't, and directing threatening scowls at visiting lords he suspects of wavering in their loyalties. He sees, too, to training Summerhall's men that Maekar left behind as a protective force, alongside the castle's master-at-arms. With news of Prince Baelor leading victory after victory, Ulrick has argued that their defensive posture is no longer sufficient — that their numbers should join the heir's forces and crush the pretender's support more decisively. Dyanna has been receptive, but Ulrick is not certain Maekar would share that reading of his oath.

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

@Gunther

Happy to collaborate on the members of House Dayne with your Martells. Aiming to have them done and posted up tomorrow. I will have a Lady Dayne of Starfall, Dyanna's eldest sister married to a more distant Yronwood man. There will be some political drama that comes with that, a thorn in the side for Starfall and for Sunspear as well, I'm sure.

I have at least two older brothers in her rough family tree and certainly one of them can be Jami as castellan.