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Oh, I like her already.
As do I. She's not even a manipulative hoe loke Margery. She worked in pleasure houses for a while and fucked her half brothers, half nrother - no blood relation - for her first daughter.
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Yeah, they're first cousins by marriage, but not by blood. If I'm right, then the Martell bastard she grew up with is actually of no relation? In any case if the king wanted to raise your character like a Targaryen then they would have met several times.
Not that Illysia would actually care if they were related. She fucks wjo shewants. She may be a Targaryen or pure Valyrian blood butnshe was raised in Dorne.
@smarty0114
Sounds really freaking awesome. I'll post with Illysia tomorrow at some point anyway.
@Obscene Symphony
I'm just going to go ahead and assume that our characters have met before and the two aren't actually related. So I couldntotally see the two of them together at one point or another.
Just wanted to point that out.
Sounds really freaking awesome. I'll post with Illysia tomorrow at some point anyway.
@Obscene Symphony
I'm just going to go ahead and assume that our characters have met before and the two aren't actually related. So I couldntotally see the two of them together at one point or another.
Just wanted to point that out.
@Knight of Doom
That's not a problem. DO whatever you like
That's not a problem. DO whatever you like
Manasa Stark
The young woman thought back to the day she'd been told they were leaving for King's Landing; she had been alone in the Godswood with her companions, sitting high in the branches of the Weirwood tree in all it's ominous glory. Few found the tree as welcoming as the odd daughter of the Starks, and never did anyone sit high in her branches as Manasa did on a regular basis. She had worn her cloak, red and dark, the fabric matching the shade of the leaves of the ancient god tree that her faith followed and spoke to in times of need. They thought of the Old Gods before the New; before Ra'llor had come to show himself in Westeros; before even man had come to these lands the Old Gods had watched over the Children who were here before. She sat with her back against the trunk of the tree, looking back into the past of this place before the Andals had invaded and begun their great slaughter of the Children. The sound of feet in the leaves and the rustling of branches had woken her from her Green Sleep and her brother had come to tell her the news; the twins were going to King's Landing to make nice with the other lords children. She had wanted to refuse; they did not have a Godswood there, or a place she could allow herself rest from them.
She slept the vast majority of their journey she had ridden the back of her large female direwolf, the animal guiding the way behind her brother's horse and brushing coats with Winter as they moved. Manasa had been in a trance, listening and watching through her direwolves senses until they had reached the capitol and had passed through the gates. She opened her eyes to see the peasants around them watching the wolves apprehensively and quickly skirting out of the way. "Brother; there is a place I must visit before I go inside." She said to her brother quietly before the direwolf followed her mental command and the two females turned the corner with a linx in tow. They found the child alone in an alleyway where Manasa, dressed in all her red and black, fur and glory. "Child; I cannot say what it is you will be but I must say now; go North to the Wall. The Night's Watch will need you in the years to come." Why that child specifically, she would never be able to tell. It was an impression and a face, given to her by the Greensight she was born with.
Turning back around they made their way to the red Keep, arriving shortly after her twin brother just as their carriage of luggage had arrived. They would be here for possibly the next several years and they had little they would need so where the others would have had trunks of dresses and armor, Manasa herself owned only a single trunk of clothing. She would make her own if the need arose, or hire a tailor to create a new dress for a feast. "Manasa Stark." She said to the guard though the man recognized her features as those nearly exactly like her twins, if not more feminine and refined than her slightly older brothers. He had gone above, into a tower where the common room of the wards was. The young woman slid off of the small horse sized animal and stepped forward to follow the servant. It was a fair amount of stairs, but nothing that she wasn't used to though the weight of her dress was slightly more than that of the average lady though she was born in the frozen reaches of the North.
Upstairs the young lady walked into the room to be greeted by no one but her twin brother and she smiled at him, her deep green eyes reflecting that happiness though they both knew that neither of them would enjoy being here. It was like their great great grandfather Eddard Stark, here for duty while our heart rested in the snow. "Morgan; there was a child. He had such a difficult future." The girl walked over to the small couch where he was sitting, his direwolf by his feet and pulled off the cloak from around her shoulders to lay it across the back of the plush seating before sitting next to him as if the two of them were only two halve of a single whole. For a long time when they were younger they had never left one another's side, even in the bathe or when taking lessons and in turn he had learned what difficulty needlework was and she had begun her first lessons with a sword. Now, where he wore their family greys and blacks, Manasa wore shades of red and black that made her dark green eyes look all the darker.
With the arrival of one ward after another she had not heard any of them speak until one walked right up to them with a wary glance at the two wolves laying in front of them and spoke, frank and deliberate. "Yes." Her answer was short and blunt, answering the both of her questions with a single word answer that would bring understanding to all who were not idiots. After the blonde was looked upon by the distant and unfriendly Warg, when another walked in; he was a Baratheon clearly. After him was another girl, orange of hair and small, clearly an Arryn. She was rude when she spoke though and, sensing her agitation, both Winter and Echo lifted off the floor to snarl silently at the smaller girl. Dragons were dangerous most outside of the walls, for they were too large for the areas man traversed, but inside the wolves were the danger to them and neither would stand for the anger of their warg to go unsated. Her message was the snarling of the powerful wolves, and the stare of the linx that sat upon the back of the small couch. Manasa stared for a moment at Alyssa, watching her before returning her gaze to her brother and smiling while the two wolves settled back down on the floor.
"Perhaps the capitol was not such a good idea Brother. Remember what happened to Sansa?" Her voice was but a whisper, directly in her twins ear and her worry was clear in it though her expression betrayed nothing but love for her brother and excitement for being here with the others. She had never interacted well with the children of the families outside of the North, and still she had gone to their gatherings when invited or asked by her parents and never had she gone home happy.
The young woman thought back to the day she'd been told they were leaving for King's Landing; she had been alone in the Godswood with her companions, sitting high in the branches of the Weirwood tree in all it's ominous glory. Few found the tree as welcoming as the odd daughter of the Starks, and never did anyone sit high in her branches as Manasa did on a regular basis. She had worn her cloak, red and dark, the fabric matching the shade of the leaves of the ancient god tree that her faith followed and spoke to in times of need. They thought of the Old Gods before the New; before Ra'llor had come to show himself in Westeros; before even man had come to these lands the Old Gods had watched over the Children who were here before. She sat with her back against the trunk of the tree, looking back into the past of this place before the Andals had invaded and begun their great slaughter of the Children. The sound of feet in the leaves and the rustling of branches had woken her from her Green Sleep and her brother had come to tell her the news; the twins were going to King's Landing to make nice with the other lords children. She had wanted to refuse; they did not have a Godswood there, or a place she could allow herself rest from them.
She slept the vast majority of their journey she had ridden the back of her large female direwolf, the animal guiding the way behind her brother's horse and brushing coats with Winter as they moved. Manasa had been in a trance, listening and watching through her direwolves senses until they had reached the capitol and had passed through the gates. She opened her eyes to see the peasants around them watching the wolves apprehensively and quickly skirting out of the way. "Brother; there is a place I must visit before I go inside." She said to her brother quietly before the direwolf followed her mental command and the two females turned the corner with a linx in tow. They found the child alone in an alleyway where Manasa, dressed in all her red and black, fur and glory. "Child; I cannot say what it is you will be but I must say now; go North to the Wall. The Night's Watch will need you in the years to come." Why that child specifically, she would never be able to tell. It was an impression and a face, given to her by the Greensight she was born with.
Turning back around they made their way to the red Keep, arriving shortly after her twin brother just as their carriage of luggage had arrived. They would be here for possibly the next several years and they had little they would need so where the others would have had trunks of dresses and armor, Manasa herself owned only a single trunk of clothing. She would make her own if the need arose, or hire a tailor to create a new dress for a feast. "Manasa Stark." She said to the guard though the man recognized her features as those nearly exactly like her twins, if not more feminine and refined than her slightly older brothers. He had gone above, into a tower where the common room of the wards was. The young woman slid off of the small horse sized animal and stepped forward to follow the servant. It was a fair amount of stairs, but nothing that she wasn't used to though the weight of her dress was slightly more than that of the average lady though she was born in the frozen reaches of the North.
Upstairs the young lady walked into the room to be greeted by no one but her twin brother and she smiled at him, her deep green eyes reflecting that happiness though they both knew that neither of them would enjoy being here. It was like their great great grandfather Eddard Stark, here for duty while our heart rested in the snow. "Morgan; there was a child. He had such a difficult future." The girl walked over to the small couch where he was sitting, his direwolf by his feet and pulled off the cloak from around her shoulders to lay it across the back of the plush seating before sitting next to him as if the two of them were only two halve of a single whole. For a long time when they were younger they had never left one another's side, even in the bathe or when taking lessons and in turn he had learned what difficulty needlework was and she had begun her first lessons with a sword. Now, where he wore their family greys and blacks, Manasa wore shades of red and black that made her dark green eyes look all the darker.
With the arrival of one ward after another she had not heard any of them speak until one walked right up to them with a wary glance at the two wolves laying in front of them and spoke, frank and deliberate. "Yes." Her answer was short and blunt, answering the both of her questions with a single word answer that would bring understanding to all who were not idiots. After the blonde was looked upon by the distant and unfriendly Warg, when another walked in; he was a Baratheon clearly. After him was another girl, orange of hair and small, clearly an Arryn. She was rude when she spoke though and, sensing her agitation, both Winter and Echo lifted off the floor to snarl silently at the smaller girl. Dragons were dangerous most outside of the walls, for they were too large for the areas man traversed, but inside the wolves were the danger to them and neither would stand for the anger of their warg to go unsated. Her message was the snarling of the powerful wolves, and the stare of the linx that sat upon the back of the small couch. Manasa stared for a moment at Alyssa, watching her before returning her gaze to her brother and smiling while the two wolves settled back down on the floor.
"Perhaps the capitol was not such a good idea Brother. Remember what happened to Sansa?" Her voice was but a whisper, directly in her twins ear and her worry was clear in it though her expression betrayed nothing but love for her brother and excitement for being here with the others. She had never interacted well with the children of the families outside of the North, and still she had gone to their gatherings when invited or asked by her parents and never had she gone home happy.
@Obscene Symphony
Try Manasa, I dare you :p
@NarcissisticPotato
Doesn't mean it won't warrant the wrath of a wild beast.
Try Manasa, I dare you :p
@NarcissisticPotato
Doesn't mean it won't warrant the wrath of a wild beast.
I am typing right now! And I have a very not so nice response for The falcon girl! I actually have issues spelling half the names without looking for them lol
Outside of the Crescent Dormitory
With the cat back safely in her arms Isabella had turned to leave the male behind outside without so much as a thank you though he had spoken to her again. He was trying to be a gentleman, she could tell as he offered her his aide and she turned to look at him again, having not taken a single step away from him yet. "Where one cannot enter, it is safe to wait; patience is always rewarded." The young woman didn't wait for a response from the male and turned away from him, walking calmly back to the door and inside to bring her cat back up to her dorm room. It took her over ten minutes to walk back up with the struggling feline in her arms and gather her things; shutting the door quickly so that Virgil wouldn't be able to escape again.
While she was in her room she'd fixed her hair and gotten the cat hair off of her dress, the fabric purely black again in stark contrast to her pale skin. Black lips and long eyelashes added to her elegant features, framed by a fringe of natural raven black hair with locks falling on either side of her face. It was straight and long, the very tips coming to a stop at the small of her back and more often than not she'll pull it back in some sort of old, gothic style though today it was left long and flat; gleaming and soft. Walking back out of the dorm so glanced around to see if the male had really waited for her.
@Mivuli
@Emma
How did you get them to be just pictures and post them on here? The family trees I mean. I got one worked out for the Targaryens while I was bored.
How did you get them to be just pictures and post them on here? The family trees I mean. I got one worked out for the Targaryens while I was bored.
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