Jenelyn Baratheon

Jenelyn Baratheon is a scion of House Baratheon and daughter of Lord Arlan Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, Lord Paramount of the Stormlands and Master of Laws.

## Appearance and Character

A beautiful maiden with an easy smile, Jenelyn has classic Baratheon looks, dark lustrous locks and stormy blue-grey eyes. Tall and slender, she moves with grace and poise, she laughs and smiles often, and, publicly at least, is sweet-natured and charming. On occasion, her affectionate nature and confidence in her own wiles have strayed into behaviour some would consider improper, though she is perfectly capable of maintaining an aloof distance if it benefits some scheme.

She has always enjoyed indulging herself; Parties, Wine and the attention of her peers has always suited her. Jenelyn likes to have her own way, and she likes to be listened to and her adequately adored by her admirers. When she doesn’t get her way she has a habit of petulance and is almost childlike in her moods. Though she isn’t one to hold onto a grudge for long she does take issue quickly and sometimes lashes out incautiously.

## History

Born shortly after her sororal twin Johanna, Jenelyn was hale and healthy as a babe, but complications following the troubled labour took a toll on the girls’ Mother Amerei, from which she never truly recovered, Amerei died within a year leaving the Twins in the care of their Lord Father Arlan Baratheon and a series of wetnurses and Septas.

Common opinion states that Jenelyn Baratheon was probably far too smart for her own good. She walked early, spoke early, and seemed altogether too eager to get involved in trouble. For at least her earliest years she seemed set to be a good girl growing up; Listened to the Maester and the Septa; Said her prayers and sang the songs she was taught; Her father remarried in 369, taking Maris Tarth to be his bride. Having never truly known a Mother’s love the twins took to Maris quickly, and though the raising of four children was perhaps overwhelming at first Lady Tarth appeared to become attached to her Husband's children soon after. For her part, Jenelyn became obsessed with her new mother figure - eager to dress and act like her, eager to accompany her on rides and listen to her read.

She liked to write, and would copy out text for the maester without complaint, eager to read whatever messages that needed to be transcribed. It was also around this time that she seemed to pay particular attention to the squires who attended her father, starting an obsession with martially minded figures that continued throughout her childhood.

It was between the ages of ten and eleven that things really started to change.

She became bored of her place in life. Bored of the same books, bored of the same lessons in embroidery and bored to the point of petulance toward the prayers and worship the septa inflicted on them.

She rode horses passably well and had become eager to explore. When the seas were calm she asked to learn to sail too. When that didn’t happen fast enough she then demanded - as was her way at the time.

By fourteen she was a domestic terror, stealing books, swiping food from pantries and 'running away' once every few moons. She snuck wine to their rooms on occasion and seemed eager to get as many of her fellow young ladies (and probably her sister) into trouble alongside her. Speaking of fellow young ladies, in an attempt to distract her from trouble her father had arranged for her to have various companions from ladies of her own age from houses sworn to the Stormlands.

Often, she seemed to know more about the business of everyone at Storm's End than any child ought to know. The servants seemed to love or hate her equally, and she could be sweet as anything when she needed to be - Doubly so when in front of her parents, toward who she is ever affectionate and devoted.

Around that age, she also started falling in love, often and utterly, then being heartbroken and despondent for a month at a time when these little fantasy relationships ended. Plans to run off with some boy or another (and once a girl even) was never far from her youthful fancies.

Grand Balls and Tourneys soon became her obsession, knights and the heroes of the joust or champion of the melee would be all she would talk about for weeks. She needed dresses and gowns of course, and she would want to travel to any extravagant party in the realm, begging her father to take her North or even to Essos to famous social events.

By sixteen there was a scandal in which it was suggested, erroneously, that she had been deflowered. It was revealed later that the boastful squire had been lying but that the girl had indeed led him on, and he insisted that the two had kissed and more - which Jenelyn haughtily denied. This rumour persisted for some time but War of the Last Dragon had grown ever more troubling to the realm and soon Jen and Johanna found another way to distract from the passing scandal.

With Jenelyns help in creating a classic Jenelyn distraction to divert the Septa, Johanna was able to run away to join her father in war. This was the last time she would see her sister who was most likely one of the many lost at sea on the troubled crossings to the dangerous territories of Essos. Losing her sister like this certainly gave her pause, and for a time Jenelyn mourned, mood dark, guilt heavy on her heart and in fear for her father’s stability at losing a daughter in such a manner. She often considered admitting her part in Johanna’s flight from the safety of home

At seventeen she had at least seen sense to slow herself a fraction, concerned that her Father might marry her off to some crusted old vale lord or some stranded island keep. Returning to the role of the dutiful daughter as best as she could. But she hasn’t really changed so much, she is still on the lookout, still easily bored and still prone to excess and flights of fancy. During the time since Johanna’s apparent death Jenelyn has grown ever closer to her eldest Brother Orys, though the pair are still prone to terrible arguments from time to time, being of similar temperaments.

She has been vocal with her Father of late, that if he will not let her do as she likes then he must instead find her a Husband. A man of status and means with the temperament to match her eldest brother, but to her disappointment no such arrangement has yet been made.