Dake Myre

Dake Myre is the Lord of Hangmyre and patriarch of House Myre, born as the second son of Cosgrove Myre. Originally deemed as a ruthless, savage man of the sea, the Ironborn has matured to have nerves of steel. Now a family man that largely criticizes what he sees as staunch traditionalism among his peers, Dake hopes to ride the wave once again, with the tides turning with him.

## Appearance and Character

Dake's figure has undergone much change. His arms lack the strong muscles that were once sculptured into his marble skin. While his build is still athletic, it isn't as imposing as it once was; the wrinkles aren't limited to his forehead; they scar his hands, arms and neck, like the actual marks and disfigurements that the Lord earned on the different paths that his life led him through. Nowadays, the Myre covers them up in modest yet fashionable clothing, many articles of which he imports from the much-hated Reach. He thinks that he's an attractive man, and he hopes to make others agree with him, as far from the canons of Ironborn lure he may be straying from.

His facial hair is, as he likes to believe, well groomed and slick, while his fingernails are kept short and clean, something that Dake would gladly fanfaronade about, if not for the glances that the other Ironborn would reave him with for seeming so boastful about making himself into a soft cunt. His face isn't heavily furrowed, if not for the puckers between his eyes and on his forehead, breaking waves on the otherwise calm sea. The shallow scars aren't visible from afar, so one would have to approach Dake to notice them.

Lord Myre has a calm, reserved demeanor. He knows that there's a fine line between thinking and talking, just as he's aware that that it isn't worth crossing that border every time. Ever since he assumed lordship and his family's future started to rest on his shoulders, Dake started to distance himself from his past actions, feeling ashamed of many of his foolish decisions. But he tries to own up to them, learning from his mistakes. He just hopes that the other Ironborn would follow in his steps and bring an end to the shackles of their traditionalism.

## History

### Sailing off

Dake was born during difficult times for the Myres. His older brother was going through another period of illness, a rush of fear that his father had to endure just too often. In retrospective, he had nothing against nobody really much about him back then. He was not much more than another babe. But what he was against was the cold touch that he felt, as rarely as that was, from his mother. Her hands weren't as soft as he thought they'd be.

As a youth, Dake focused a lot of his time on the waters. He practiced swordsmanship and other forms of battling a lot, but he never came to proficiency much above what his colleagues presented. Many said that he was very bossy, however he just considered himself to be a good leader, he always tried to have high standards, and an integral part of that was following a strict codex on deck.

But what was followed on deck remained on the deck. Dake believed that his men should be allowed to do what they wished on the land. He simply thought that if they would connect to their animalistic side on the shores, the situation on the ship would be safe. He viewed it all neutrally; Dake didn't care much either way.He even led his men during many of the most brutal charges. He just wanted to show that he was no puss. Many called his development a large change, with some even seeing it as a change for the worse. Dake recognized that his crew was among the most brutal. And he was proud that he was able to handle them regardless.

Deep down he was aware that much of what he was doing was a way of seeking approval of his peers. He didn't want to think much about it, because he knew what roots it had. The cold hands and empty stares of his parents; he remembered when he once slipped from one of the castle walls. The way that his brother was treated was still on his mind; but when he faced the ground and risked limping to the end of his life if not for the good will and talent of his old nanny, his father just stood there, glancing at him blankly. He hoped that he would have at least hit him in anger and disappointment; he wanted to be beaten to blood, he wanted to lose his teeth, anything but the blankness, anything but the freezing breeze. But yet his father simply stood there for minutes, just to laxly walk away and order tha nan to take care of him.

He was afraid of those thoughts and what they could do to him. He just wished to stay strong, and he was willing to take any measures for that to be true. He was willing to take steps to convince himself that what he was doing was just natural, that he was just a man, an Ironborn, doing what he was made for. He raped and pillaged, it was frightening how much experience he had in arson. He was just being who he had to be. But nobody noticed. Nobody noticed until he went into a burning hut, grabbed the girl by the arm and ripped her clothes off. One of his men, Dykk, noticed that and simply knocked him on his arm. "I thought that you're a fag". In a twisted way, Dake simply hadn't ever been happier.

### Drifting away

The Myre never really viewed his crew as individuals, more as a collective body, as one friend, really. They weren't distinct enough for his liking; as close as he had come to grow to them, they still had that air of savage anonimity and blankness. Dykk and Euron, Aeron and Balon, old Erryk and Garth. They all smelled of salt, sweat and blood, which they had stains of on their hands. While Dake finally felt close to someone, he felt appreciated, it has heavy on his lungs and stomach. He could imagine the insects running through his innards.

During one of the nights with his men, Dake ended up drinking just a little too much. After obscene jokes about the women they raped, they started talking about their wives, future or present, or anything else. Dake's was pregnant. It just so happened that he was going to have a child before Forley, his dear brother.

Dake wasn't one to call people spoiled, because he knew well that his perspective would be different, had he not been born to nobles, no matter how unimportant or otherwise his House was. But Forley wasn't much more than just a brat. He was more of a simpleton than most of the Ironborn sailors that Dake had come across, but unlike them, he tried to hide it under long words learned from clerics and his pale skin which he presented as a sign of his fruitfulness as a commander. His brother simply wasn't fit to rule over his House, but the anachronistic system forced him onto them. Dake heard all the comments and rumors about him, regarding his impotence, which would really be the best-case scenario.

It was a grim time. The future Lord felt opressed, as if he was forced into a space between two whirpools. It was hard to see which one should drag him in. Existence on the side of his men, as empty as it was, or meandering, serving his brother till the rest of his days. Dake knew that he was going to have a child, a child that could very well turn out to be a son. A worthy heir. He considered the possibility that there would be someone worth living his life through for. He just begged for a revelation to come and put things around him in motion.

And that occassion came when they were boarding the same ship. Forley joined his brother that time simply because they were heading to the same destination. Travelling on seperate vessels had become somewhat of a tradition between the two of them, but it was often broken nonetheless. It just seemed more efficient, and seeing how much of a smile commanding his younger brother put on Forley, Dake understood that he had other motives, too. He liked the power. Though he never used it. Lord Myre often wondered if that was why Forley simply slipped off. Maybe had he been more engaged and proved to be worth of taking Dake's newly found meaning in life, his brother would have given him a hand, and not a dagger to the fingers.

### Turning Tides

As the new heir to Lord Cosgrove, Dake decided to spend more of his time on education. He had a hard time crunching all of the more extensive texts about all the different trees, wheats and grasses that were lying around his keep, leftovers from his great grandfather, Jeor Myre, the lord with too much free time, who tried to make the Myre lands into some sort of agrarian hub of the Iron Islands.

What did fascinate him though were the tomes on administration, finance and especially security. He felt some sort of connection to those materials, given his past as a skilled manager of his ship's resources and time. After the birth of his daughter, Maege, and his son, Garth, named after one if his crew members that passed away from a festering wound on his thigh, Dake wanted to focus on guaranteeing them as much safety as possible when they played on the rooftops, something that his father looked down on, being afraid that his grandchildren would e raised in a much too protective environment. But Dake wanted to grant them safety, he wanted to make sure that there was always someone that cared around them.

But with his children growing, his paranoia regarding someone finding out about his past missteps and *slip ups* sprouted up even faster. He just tried to do anything in his power to stop to stop them from having to deal with whatever that knowledge could birth. He just didn't want to scar their vision of the world, so he decided to cut himself way from his crew, delegating them to serve under his cousin. In all honesty, he came to oppose many of the traditions that the Ironborn celebrated. He saw them as not much more than barbaric. He came to be ashamed of what he led his men into. He just tried to stray as far away from the chapter of his live that he tried to close as possible. He tried to erase all of those memories, he wanted to burn those feelings away. As a Lord, he had no time for melancholy.

Still, he found himself trying to seperate his private life from what he would be doing as the head of House Myre. He was able to develop some sort of connection to the silence that he was able to enjoy in his chambers. He knew exaclty how to sneak out during uncomfortable, yet necessary discussions with his family members. He had always been elusive; that is how he made up for his average fighting skills.

As Lord Myre, he had to take action. And that he did. He cruised around the Islands, trying to build relations with the more important Houses, hoping to find suitable partners for his children. He also tried to do that to make sure that his skills wouldn't get rusty, after all, as a youth, he had been a top captain for more reasons than his organizational abillities on a ship. Dake could outmaneuver multiple older captains, with a talent for stealth and a real graps of speed. But there remains the question of whether he will be able steer through the waves of the stormy waters that were brewing around the Iron Islands just as well nowadays?

## Family

* Jeor Myre (1-46)
* Clarisse Stonetree
* Dalbridge Myre (20-52)
* Hanna Sunderly

Dacey Myre

Darla Myre

Gerold Pyke

* Cosgrove Myre (36-83)

* Myria Farwynd (SSP)

Forley Myre

Genna Myre

* Dake Myre (58-present)
* Elinor Botley
	+ Garth Myre (81-present)
	+ Maege Myre
	+ Dalbridge Myre
	+ Darla Myre
	+ Forley Myre
* Ashara Stonehouse

Dykk Myre

Shiera Myre

## Household

Garth Myre, Heir and Castellan

Maege Myre, oldest daughter and advisor to Dake

Dalbridge Myre, son, Captain of one of the Myre Ships in the Crimson Fleet

Darla Myre

Forley Myre

Dykk Myre, Dake's half-brother, Captian of one of the Myre ships in the Crimson Fleet

Erich Pyke, Master At Arms at Hangmyre

Balon Botley, Captain of the Guard

## Meta

Attributes:

Attractive, Elusive

Social Status:

Bannerman, Lord

Skills:

Interrogation, Counterfeit, Clandestinity, Privateering, Safeguarded, Counter-Intelligence

Aptitude:

Awareness