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Daltis Thulum

## Appearance and Personality

Daltis Thulum is a long faced man with thick brown hair, but he looks older because his beard has begun to grey. He has cautious blue eyes, often reflecting his outward mood. However, despite his gruff, hard and watchful nature, Daltis tends to be an extremely affectionate, kind-hearted and loving man, especially towards his family.

As a young man, Daltis was a very quiet person but was surely a warrior and a leader, He is, to his credit, an effective administrator, and commander, but is karmically ill-suited to the politicking of the kingdoms, and ultimately unable to rule or make decisions as well as those around him. This made him lack proper cunning, and a poor political strategist.

The wrinkles on his face reflect the valleys of the mountains too. He is balding and so far, what little hair he has left has remained as brown as dirt, but that seems a small victory, all things considered.

One thing that age has not taken from him is his strength. He stands tall, and strong as an ox, with dark eyes that still burn with determination. Not winter, nor the death of his comrades, nor the horrors of war have managed to douse that flame.

He received his knightly assignment shortly after marrying Olivia. He was to accompany a minor lords only daughter, north to marry another minor lords son. He was livid. He had only gotten married and he wasn't being called for combat or anything but rather to be a petty soldier. He fought against the people that gave the assignment eventually killing them and going back to his wife.

At the Battle of the Tarill, when dragons descended upon the armies of the North, and the knights met their end by fire and steel, Daltis, still a day or two's ride north, was nowhere to be found. In quiet nights, in his cups, some say he yet swears it would have ended different had he been there. Whether that is true or not is for the Gods alone to know.
Zodius

Little is known of the knight that people call Zodius, They are a beatiful knight one of great power and strength likely stronger and more powerful then any individual man in Saerial. Despite this nobody knows where he comes from nor why he shows up. All that people know is when he shows on the battlefield he helps one side or the other and brings them near certain victory in that fight and as quickly as he arrives he also vanishes into the darkness once more.
Jaina Vass

## Appearance and character

Bearing her mother's long, oval face, full lips and long legs, Jaina is considered to be conventionally beautiful by many. Her skin is pale, not deathly pale, but as pale as someone who has never worked physical labor could be. Lithe and fit from the archery practices, she accents her already narrow waist and big chest by a tightly tied corset.

Her light red hair is long, reaching past her back in a light wave. If cut shorter, it would be in big, heavy curls. Many thoughts and emotions are hidden beneath her deep, ocean blue eyes, coupled with long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. Only thing that might be disproportionate is her nose, slightly curled upwards.

Her manner of dress is far from modest and humble as a lady of a rich family, she oft shows it in dresses made of velvet, inlaid with golden thread and lace, deeply cut, but nevertheless elegant. She is often seen in dark greens or pastel coloring. Her jewelry includes a necklace left from her late friend, Alester, and an amber wrapped in a laurel, reminding of her Vass and Amber blood.

Jaina's public persona is that of a mean spirited, young woman, though she is prideful and outspoken in her desires and thoughts. She is fearless, though very careful, flirtatious, somewhat vain and not above lying to achieve her goals if need be or if shes bored. She is known to be quite blunt and is fiercely loyal to those she chooses to give her loyalty to, with a rebellious fire within herself, though not with a handful of paranoia. There's also a spark of patriotism and favoritism of the Stormcrown or Crownlands in her manner of thinking.

Time came and went. Jaina, in addition to her studies as a noble lady, began to be attracted to physical and male activities on the battlefield, especially but not limited to archery*.* She practiced with her master-in-arms, Desmond, who realized Jaina was eyeing down everyone else at the practice zone and that she would nearly always pull a guy aside to flirt with.

In more recent years she has gone to Vraeseon as she enjoys the more lively atmosphere about the place and she is followed by many friends of hers many think shes quite rude but others look at her and fall in love in nearly a second. She lives in a manse outside the palace as Daenera Aryon and her got in a physical altercation once over a guy that Daenera was trying to flirt with but Jaina stole her.
Cedrick Runeri IV

### Relatives

Spouse: Laera Lakoran IIChildren: Ronas Runeri I, Malora Runeri III, Byrin Runeri II, Nera Runeri III

## Physical description

### Eye color

Deep Blue

**Cedrick Runeri IV** is the eldest child and son of the late Lord Carren Runeri & Lady Valia Runeri. He is the current Lord of Sudal and has been in that position ruling justly for fifteen years. He is married to Laera Lakoran II and through their marriage it has bore four children two sons and two daughters.

## Appearance and Character

Blonde haired and eyes of deep blue, the Lord of Sudal is average in shape and physique through his later years, though not necessarily unfit. Thin brows adorn pale Cedrick's visage, and more oft than not for a lack of maintenance, a stubble sometimes lines his jaw, which he always shaves off for his wife thinks it uncomely.

A follower of the latest trends at the High Courts and the Foreign Isles, Cedrick's wardrobe is in an ever state of change, donning colorful and luxurious garments as he pleases, though when the situation demands, more practical garbs are not unheard of. Even so, silks, leathers and damask cloths is what one will most often find Cedrick dressed in as he goes about his business, dyed and threaded to match the blues oranges and whites of his family's sigil, though rich burgundies and viridians are a favorite as well.

Despite what one might expect from a man of the Shields, Cedrick is a political scholar and an administrator first and foremost. As expected of an heir, Cedrick has been given the rudimentary basics in personal combat and commanding men, but it is not with the sword that he excels, but the quill and paper in his later year.

Studious and polite, he is pleasant in aesthetic and mannerism alike as he presents himself before humble and high guests, though for better and worse does not shy away from laying out a harsh truth if the situation demands it. That said, the lord considers himself an optimist of sorts that sees opportunity at every glance, a reason which has fueled his desire to improve the prosperity of his lands by way of diplomacy, trade and infrastructure rather than the more traditional warfare.

In the years following the uprising, Cedrick has been touring his lands, dining with vassals and merchants alike in an attempt to bring his future people closer. He has made many changes to a ton of infrastructure and defenses of cities both small and large. While he is mobilizing his army and banners as requested of him he would much rather protect his people in the cities they live rather then sending them out to attack.
Gerrad Nyttle II

## Appearance and Character

Gerrad makes up for his brothers clubfoot in strength and bulkiness. His messy, curly rudded brown hair flows down to his shoulders, and he has a short beard on his face. His eyes are a stormy brown and his round face has rather defined features. A small scar rests on his right cheekbone.

Gerrad often dresses in shades of green, preferring the forest green of his house's sigil, as well as dark yellow. In direct contrast to his brother, Gerrad much prefers function over opulence or knowledge, or as he would refer to it, vanity. Gerrad spends much of his working day as the Master of Ships to the Blacks dressed in his armor, remaining cautiously aware of danger. Even when not in his armor, Gerrad doesn't spend a single waking moment without his sword by his side.

In terms of character, Gerrad is actually a rather mellow person. He's quiet, slow to anger, and always maintains a calm demeanor. Though quiet, that's not to imply that he wasn't social when he had to be, but rather that he simply preferred to spend time alone when possible. Many commented in his youth that he exuded an aura of leadership, and that he would follow well in the footsteps of his brother if needed.

Gerrad is generally considered to be an honorable, friendly, and just lord. He genuinely had the interests of his people at heart. To temper this, however, he was also widely known to be *incredibly* stubborn. Though he was slow to anger, when angry, one would not want to be within his path. Among family and friends, he was known to internalize his emotions, and was noticeably much more distant from the world when planning. One of the only things that is sure to anger him is if he is dumb and plans the navy movements poorly.
Jaehaera Vakerian III

**Princess Jaehaera Vakerian** is the bastard child of Maegaron Vakerian II. At the age of four she was found by Maegaron and legitimized under his word. Since then she has matured quickly and is very close to her half-brother Vaegar X sharing some sort of a romantic interest with each other. An adept woman of politics, Jaehaera actively went out of her way to immerse herself in the affairs of the war, oft upsetting her noble peers.

## Appearance and Character

Jaehaera was incredibly vain about her own appearance. Always keeping herself meticulously groomed, and used various techniques to keep her complexion beautiful and spotless. She always wore the finest dresses, usually colored purple as to resemble the strength of the old dragonlords. Her long, wavy silver hair was smooth and often tied back behind her head, sometimes decorated if Jaehaera felt like it. She has a curvy and pleasant figure, even in her young age.

One could say that the princess was quite interesting to have around. Albeit controversial at times, her tongue was sharp, for she has little fear of speaking her mind due to her royal position. She did not abuse this authority, and often voiced her honest opinion whether others like it or not. In this trait of honestly we can find her true love: gossip. Very few people did she not have an opinion of, and because of her lavish appearance and opulent style, she relished in hearing hidden compliments about herself. However, Jaehaera was no simple gossiping maid. She knew her way around the political machinations of court - and understood when and how to achieve her end.

Despite her seemingly unapproachable exterior, Jaehaera had a soft spot for certain people, specifically those who were less fortunate than herself and her noble peers. She always treated her handmaidens and guards fairly, rarely snapping at them in anger.
Taskan Osdial I

Taskan Osdial, the Scythe of the Deserts, is the current head of House Osdial and the protector of Lord Vargor Osdial. A brilliant scholar, engineer, and commander whose life has been committed to protecting and warfare rather then scholarly pursuits, Taskan is renowned for his clinical attitude and groundbreaking work in his knighthood however, being a man that anyone would fear to face on the battlefield.

## Appearance and Character

He is quite tall and muscular in a oxlike manner that belies his strength not just of his body, but especially that of his mind. His eyes are a cold, black, beginning to grow somewhat pallid and washed-out. Erasmus's hair used to be a dark brown-reddish color, streaked with grey at the temples and kept short, he chose to cut it off much like his father as he believed it only got in the way while fighting. His skin is dark similar to his fathers and only has grown darked from too much time in the fields fighting under the Banners of the Gold and the beaming sun,

His face resembled heavily a mixture of his father and grandfather turned ascetic, with low, prominent cheekbones and harsh features, grown grimmer-carved and more hollow as he has grew into adulthood. His appearance overall is quite unattractive to most people but he does match certain interests, and he has grown to pay less attention to his looks as he ignores the world of politics and the courts. He is primarily left -handed, though he is also capable in the use of his right.

Despite his hair being shorn off for favor of combat, if anything, Taskan has grown more imposing with age. Still at his impressive height of nearly six and a half foot, his careworn features from travails echoing to the War of the Three Dragons are salt-worn, though one would notice that his hands are surprisingly well-maintained even with a sword constantly in his hand, stained less with seawater and more with ink. The sparkling black of his eyes has begun to fade, his irises seeming to pale, but his wry, gaze yet remains.

The Houses of Saerial obviously tore themselves apart over the course of the war of three dragons, and as someone whose ability was invested in the ground operations of the golds crown even at a young age, Taskan was forced to stand by and watch, offering whatever assistance he could to those fighting off the Blacks, Talons and Wings in the form of military and strategic support lending the edge of his blades wit where he could not bring his blade itself. And yet soon he would be required to wield his blade in the defense of his very own city, as the thought-secular peoples of Aseryn were spurred to action by a former squire of the leader of the Blacks himself.
Marya Hopiar

## Appearance and Character

Long legged and slight of frame, Marya is a petite woman; she is thin and narrow-shouldered, with long brown hair and a longer heart-shaped face. Marya tends to only dress in whites chased with gold and silver. Despite her melancholy reputation, she carries herself with an air of elegance and poise, a relic the sharp expectations of her grandmother, Shara Opunia, who raised her with extremely strict expectations for how she ought to live as a highborn lady. Nowadays she often wears a black and red cloak with what looks to be blue waves throughout over her white gowns to mirror House Hopiar's colors.

Marya was born in 1,310 AC, and was born the first daughter of, Saloman Opunia and his widow, Elana Opunia who died in childbirth giving birth to Marya. She was primarily raised and mentored by her grandfather, Perceon Opunia, who had long served King Rhaelarys as one of the Keepers of the Keys.

Eleven years into her life, her aging grandfather too would pass. Marya stayed by his bedside for the full turn of day and night that he was bedridden, before he died of a burst stomach on the morning after he first complained of a stitch in his side. The maesters announced his departure in 1,323 AC, when the Four Year Winter proved its coldest and most disadvantageous for his health and livelihood as an elderly man.

In the year 1,336 during the War of the Three Dragons Marya was sent away from the Opunia family to meet the then sixteen year old Killian Hopiar the heir to the seat of Ingving. They got along quite well before officially announcing that they were to be wed. King Maegaron Vakerian and Queen Aniza Lakoran actually attended their wedding much to the surprise of everyone in the wedding party. Allegedly some secrets were passed around at this wedding that to this day nobody can truly say what was said.

The following year Marya grew pregnant with a child much to the joy of her mother in law Gilli Hopiar but shortly after figuring it the child died within the womb sending her down into a slight melancholic spiral until 1,339 when she turned it around by helping the troubled children of Ingving giving her the title of the Dove.
Clairah Nyttle

## Appearance and Character

Clairah's mother once said that her daughter's beauty was a haunted one in her youth. Clairah found it to be perplexing, until she came of age to be told of *who* haunted her mother: it was then Clairah learned of her namesake aunt, and the unfortunate fate that befell her. Their resemblance was unmistakable: the same dark ringlets, the same full lips that seemed ever smiling, and eyes that seemed so untouched by the tragedy of life. Her mother often described her as "the Maiden made flesh", and if ever there was a glimmer in Clairah's eyes it was at the many boys she loved.

Clairah is the only child of her mother to frighten her severely, so much so that she was disowned early on in life and was left to fare for herself. Not for any maliciousness on Clairah's part, rather quite the opposite; she knew too well the dangers of having a rose without thorns. she was a trusting child of summer, from the inside out. She was content to serve at court if at all possible, though at times allowed herself to chastely fantasize about the handsome Southern husband she would one day get, and all the lordlings and ladies she will raise. No matter her age, Clairah enjoyed tales of brave knights and beautiful princesses. She was quick to worry about others and what they may think of her.

Her marriage brought about a prompt and permanent change in her. The now-Lady Nyttle retained her feminine graces, but a life once led by leisure violently turned to one of constant politicking.
Grayce Rowan

### Relatives

Spouse: Elras RowanChildren: Barthar Rowan, Dovan Rowan, Niera Rowan, Sarila Rowan

## Appearance and Character

She was born in 1,298 AC to Maelok Carian and Parian Varrin, the only daughter of a family of sons.

Always the precious pearl of the family, Grayce was raised with much love and affection from her father, whom she always held closely. As a young girl, she was always sneaking about the Erys manse, peeping on her brothers and her father's guests, truly a young little Agent in the making.

As Grayce went from beloved little girl, to beautiful young woman, her heart was set on finding the man of her dreams, but in 1,315 AC at the age of seven and ten, she found Elras Rowan, the man of her father's political machinations.

Where she sought passion and love, she found some but very little. They did their duty, and her husband was well enough in that regard. The following year, through an arduous labor, she gave birth to their first born child, a boy whom they named Barthar Rowan. Though their marriage was lacking, Grayce loved her children upon first sight. The following year , she gave birth to their third child lovingly named Dovan.

Joined by the common duty and love for their children, Grayce began to see the Rowans as her true family, alongside her House of birth, Erys although she barely goes to visit them in her older age.

In 1,325 however, tragedy struck when the War of Three Dragons started, some of her sons desired to fight in it which ended up maiming her eldest brother. Her brother never truly did recover eventually succumbing to his wounds. Though they lacked traditional love, they did care for one other and as such Elras went along with her and tried to console her through her brothers funeral. Through tragedy, though, came something more. Grayce and Elras worked closely during her husbands time as a minister of the Vraeseon Council, having him aid and teach her in espionage*.*

Grayce took deep care and interest in the lives of her children, watching and guiding them as they grew, loved, laughed, and married themselves. Fiercely protective and loving, she once cut out a stable boy's tongue for insulting her son Barthar, and from there on, she tended to find she had a knack for using Daggers.
Lydia Kariar

**Lydia Kariar** is the firstborn child of Lord Vansar Kariar, and heir to whatever lands Vansar inherits. Publicly, she serves her father Hand of the King Vansar Kariar, King Maenyx Mullyn, and Princess Rhaesys Vakerian as a skilled knight, she gained the name Man's Bane for her excellence with a sword and the besting of many other men on the battlefield with her father's ancestral Ossen Steel blade Godsbane.

## Appearance and Character

Lydia's pointed face features the dark brown to black locks and hooded dark blue eyes of her mother, and the smug smirk of her father. Standing just over five feet and eight inches, she possesses a toned, lithe build, marred with thin angry scars crisscrossing her back. Typically found with her hair messily pinned up, she favors dark riding leathers over frilly gowns, and often refuses said dresses to play the part of a lady at court, claiming that she is more then your standard bitch in silks.

She works hard to prove her worth to both Maenyx Mullyn and Renaella Vakerian II this typically means enduring the gossiping ladies of the royal court which she tends to hate, and enduring rigorous training in the yard which she loves. With so many masks to don, it is easy for her to hide the emotional scars that she carries with her.

At the age of fifteen, Lydia participated in the campaign against the Black Forces, during which she saved Lord Vargor Osdial from a highly trained Lakoran knight and crossed swords with the psychotic Gaera Vakerian which seemed to result in an equal duel before her dragon came to her making Lydia regretfully slightly flee from Gaera. After the forces had been defeated, Lydia was knighted for valor shown on the battlefield by Maenyx Mullyn.

Now a knight, Lydia was to return to Jadia. After she returned she promised to protect the royals with anything she can, and will strike down any man that may step in their way, later that year Lydia received news that she had been chosen to be a possible member of the future Queensguard, and was to present herself to the king. Her father, seeming amused about the king's decision, truly congratulated Lydia for one of the first times, as he trained her even further the stance that had won him so many battles before, the stance is now known as the Lions Pounce and only is truly mastered by Vansar and Lydia Kariar.
Hailai Glacerr I

**Hailai Glacerr I** is the youngest child of Breannei Glacerr I and Cayde Glacerr. With her father absent her mother and Hailai is often left to rule her part of the palace. She often can be found in the gardens tending to flowers seemingly enjoying the beauty of certain aspects of nature while hating large animals.

## Appearance and Character

Hailai has bright shining blue eyes and bright red hair. She is kind hearted, smart, and outspoken at times but knows the rigors of rule well for her young age. Her lessons in manners started as soon as her walking. She soon began to show at the tender age of three, a knack for order.

By the age of seven, she began training to learn how to run a palace, and tend to her older cousins needs. She also began to learn the healing arts of Maesters from her mother and father but was never given a super formal education at a young age. Her education she did receive, including potions and simple poison antidotes by her aunt the Lady of Harik. Slightly more advanced training by the family Maester Aharaus, would follow in later years.

When she was a mere eleven years of age, she observed her father's use of intimidation on a prisoner to glean information he wanted. She also observed him gleaning information from visiting diplomats, causing them to learn to fear him. Later, she would utilize these means of extracting information, and set into motion a network of spies herself. She had learned to value the importance of espionage and reconnaissance tactics, for many enemies would be knocking on their door to take what was hers.
Lexia Darkviel

## Appearance and Character

Lexia is average height with a slim build and toned form, as she likes to ride when she can. She has pale skin, striking dark eyes and matching dark wavy hair that she keeps under firm control as it has a tendency to grow wild.

As a person, Lexia is intelligent and quiet, an active listener and perceptive problem solver. She has an air of aloofness that people often perceive as cold, and she does take a while to warm up to people. That being said, she is kind and giving, hard working and driven and ambitious, though not maliciously so. She is an introvert who is very good at pretending to be an extrovert, and though she entertains often and readily, she will often retreat within herself once on her own, and prefers to be alone for long periods, especially after hosting one of her many feasts or other events.

She was surprised to find that she does not like children very much, and while she has thought of having children by her future husband, she does only what she must in the way of maternal duty, leaving the majority of it to a small army of wetnurses and servants.

On other days, Lexia would spend time with her mother and her septa, accompanied by her late older sister, and she would learn the more womanly arts - to sing and to sew and weave, to ride and hunt adequately, and to study the finer aspects of running an efficient household and staff - something that she was also expected to do when she was older. Lexia accepted this with studious determination, and never complained about her workload. As she entered her teens, she began to accompany her father on his regular journeys around the Death-Hold and other trade hubs within the North, learning how the trade works, and familiarizing herself with the importers and traders and merchants who were the hub of what would one day be her own business. Lexia proved herself useful and quietly charming, a shining addition to her father's position.
Fernea Kankor

**Fernea Kankor** is the Lady of Kintis by virtue of marriage. An even tempered woman known for her finesse in handling the domestic affairs of House Kankor when allowed, her delicate artistry is a kind woven in every whispered word.

## Appearance & Character

Dark-haired and dark-eyed, Ceryse inherited many classic stormlander looks; yet her oval face is filled with soft features that defy the fierceness her people are known for.

Following the rebellions and the subsequent birth of two children almost back to back, a once lean figure has rounded in her later years to a more unappealing sense, however she carries a maternal beauty. Above all else, the Lady of Kintis remains a woman shaped by poise; tactful in both mind and manner.

Fernea became an avid writer as she blossomed into a young woman. By her hand she wrote a somewhat melancholic history of the old Dragon Queen, Aelana, became fanciful tales made tall with the spirit of youthful romanticism. Despite a predisposition toward sedentary and solitary hobbies, Fernea remained active and gregarious with her peers. Countless days were spent out in the rocky, moss-covered outcrops; running through rainy woods and rolling down great green hills. Memories of simpler times that, as the years rolled by, would come to be her most wistful.

Moderated by naturally imposed and assumed lifelong expectations and her wholesome upbringing, Fernea matured into a diligent and responsible daughter only too eager to marry the Pirate Lord Seban Kankor in 1,320 with a large crowd. She never seemed to possess an interest for the martial affairs that dominated the region's culture, she instead devoted her time to helping maintain the ledgers of parchments. Gifted a creative mind, Fernea managed to find an art form to every exchange of coin.
Ethon Darkviel

## Appearance and Character

Standing at 6'0, Ethon isn't the largest man to exist, but he isn't tiny either. His love of combat and constant training in swordsmanship has granted him an athletic and muscular body. He has slightly tanned skin due to him being outdoors all of the time. He has a fairly light shade of brown as his eye color with his hair being slightly darker brown than his eyes.

Personality wise, Ethon is fairly smug and sly, winning some friends over with his witty remarks and comments. Though he usually doesn't insult people, he sometimes pokes fun without any intended malice however the recipient may feel about it. Despite poking fun, Ethon is well natured and nice, at least to those on the outside, only making his jokes with close friends. He is a close embodiment of a summer knight, untested on the field until recent years even through the waging war around him, he has grown up in a softer environment and learned chivalric behaviors. Ethon enjoys the life of nobility, taking to the fun and carefree mannerisms that he could enjoy due to his social status.

Given the lack of most leadership traits, some people around Ruizar would joke around by saying that he was more fit to be a hedge knight than a lord teasing him on his family's fall from grace. Though the jokes usually got to him, his elder brother Kasiar showed him to ignore them, causing Ethon to adopt his joking mannerisms as a defense mechanism against the jokes as he would only brush them off and spew them back at those who insulted him. The malice, however, wouldn't last long as jokes about him eventually became further in between and Ethon had no reason to insult anyone anymore. The cause of the lessening of jokes may have been Ethon biting back, but he thinks that it might have had something to do with Kasiar threatening some of the tormentors as it rarely happened with him around him.

Later in life Kasiar became Lord Commander of the Kingsguard to Maegaron Vakerian II on the side of the Blacks near the start of the War of Three Dragons. Ethon's father would pass away and the young Darkviel was now an important knight his house abandoning Ruizar for Firekeep.
Breanna Thulum II

Breanna Thulum is the daughter of Tykor Thulum and his wife Ito. She is a student at the newly founded Knights Academy in Sarilt. She hails from Sarilt many people thinking that she very well may have Thulum and Bayeri blood mixed.

## Appearance and Character

Breanna aspires to be an ideal knight which is reflected in her principled and industrious nature. Her father himself claims that "she is more knightly than most knights." She is hardworking and is constantly training herself to become an ideal knight and would rather be on the front lines of battle than be a housewife. She is unfamiliar with more domestic and everyday pursuits and is shy about dressing up or putting on makeup even when told she is attractive, but is a decent cook. Despite her overall seriousness and no-nonsense attitude, she will often lose herself when in the presence of someone she finds attractive.

As a member of House Thulum, Breanna's father desperately wants her to marry in order to preserve the house's future. While she is exasperated by his insistence and wants to be rid of the burden in pursuit of her own dreams of being in the Kingsguard, she is nonetheless grateful to her father who took care of her at his own personal expense, giving her anything she wanted and needed while depriving himself of even the modest basics of living and meals during famines. The two seem to have a good relationship otherwise, as she is more than willing to at least consider any potential marriage prospects and he likewise will cut off any connections should they harm her well-being, no matter how considerable of a dowry he would receive.

Breanna was deeply affected by the death of her head tutor Ser Varn Tudoir, whom she both loved as a man and admired as a knight. He is somewhat of a sore subject for her, but still holds him to high regards and hopes to become a knight like how she remembered him. Due to his death at the hands of the people of the Blacks, she holds a grudge against their people, initially believing that they deserved their punishment.
Irro Glacerr

**Irro Glacerr** is the General of Craekclaw Point of the Qairan Deserts. He lived with his father , Everan Glacerr who ruled the Death-Hold alongside his mother Jasline Glacerr for years before they both chose to exile him from their territory due to his adversion to torture respectively. Before this however Irro grew up alongside his mother at Death-Hold in Cakin's Wys, where he received the education and training of a future Lord. However he refused the ideals of his parents when it came to torture of civilians the Bayeri and the unworthy. As stated previously they gave him a choice of exile or death of which he chose exile leaving southward eventually meeting a beauty in the deserts named Tiria Faewyn who he fell in love with and wed due to their similar natures.

## Appearance and Character

Irro’s hair slinks just above his scalp, a shade of light red with some signs of greying. Piercing dark green eyes flecked with blue sit deep below thick eyebrows. Almost as tall as his Father, Irro is athletic and agile instead of thick and brawny. When contemplating or working through the decision making process in his head Irro will stare off at some unknown horizon, furrowing his brow and slightly squinting his eyes.

He wears woven black and dark blue tunics of high quality without bobbles or gaudy accessories. His jewelry choices are thoughtfully chosen and carry meaning to him, usually just an iron chain with stone Grapes hanging from it or a ring he took off of an enemy that he hung in the War of Three Dragons. Occasionally he will wear his golden hound brooch that represents his previous lineage, however he has purposefully destroyed parts of it to show his differences. He carries a longsword with a dark iron blade and his one handed dark battle axe adorned with mythical sea creatures such as krakens and sea snakes.
Baevar Vakerian III

Prince **Baevar Vakerian III** is the first and currently only child of Prince Aeghar IV and Princess Pesione Aeori. He is the rider of the mercurial dragon Egaorax a scarlet beast with flecks of shimmering silver and the Master of Laws on the Small Council of his uncle, King Vaenarr I.

While still young, he has proven himself as a talented knight and tested commander having participated in numerous conflicts atop his winged companion. He is not wed and claims to not be searching for a wife until after the war has settled. In the meantime he has done a lot of round up of crime at the behest of his father and his uncle. Even going so far to be named the commander of the Silver Swords on top of being Master of Laws.

## Appearance and Character

Just like the rest of his kin, Prince Baevar has silver hair that falls upon his shoulders and harsh red eyes from the Dragon Lord ancestry within House Vakerian. He possesses a strong pointed jawline, high cheekbones and thick dark eyebrows. The Prince stands at 6'3" making him one of the tallest of his family, and maintains an athletic figure due to a strict fitness regimen. He is a firm believer in the Code of Chivalry, thus Baevar oft displays himself purely and frequently washes stating that a true knight must be cleanly as well as godly. Despite this he often can be found around or in the pleasurehouses of Vakar

He is known to be a serious knight - and does not shy away from an opportunity to prove his worth to those around him. After taking part in various conflicts during The War of Three Dragons even from his young age such as the Razing of the Red Temple and the Battle of the Black Prophet, Baevar now strives for a more diplomatic approach in regards to relations, so that the Kingdom he cherishes and it's people might have time to recover after such devastating years in recent memory.

Such a change of heart has placed him in line with The Wings, becoming one of her more prominent supporters however he sees himself aligned more with the Talons so he has remained neutral in most of his aunts' differences of opinion. By no means however does he consider himself a wing or a pacifist by with his views however.

Outside the battlefield, Baevar displays himself modestly never one for extravagant jewelry or exotic tastes that do not warrant a measurable occasion for such things. Instead, he typically maintains solidity in his attire and dressings with his House's colors and even a dash of Aeori influence at certain gatherings. However such modesty is disregarded in times of conflict, and upon donning his gilded plate the Prince shines as if a knight from a fairy tale. Some would perhaps consider accusing Baevar of his casual modesty merely being a facade for this more lavish and excessive appearance but he would quickly state that such a display is merely to reveal himself to the enemy commander so that they might meet upon the field with ease.
Taenya Osdial I

## Appearance and Character

Slightly above average in her height and size, Taenya was blessed with a beautiful face and a boardlike figure. Naturally black-eyed and brown haired, she darkened her hair while mourning the names that people called her, she maintained that same color of onyx black until her death to look more like her family.

Fond of high fashion, Taenya was nevertheless adept at dressing for every occasion. In Vakar, when she was there before the war she tended toward expensive gowns in vibrant colors, perfectly tailored to emphasize her most appealing features. At the court of Aseryn or Jadia, however, she usually sports modest garments in dark, drab colors, cultivating a somber appearance more appropriate for a bastard.

As with her wardrobe, Taenya strives to equip the right face for every audience. To new acquaintances, she conveys a charming presence, counterbalancing assertive tendencies with well-delivered flattery. Should her humor cross the line between teasing and mockery, she can quickly diffuse the tension with a convincing apology and a shift to self-effacement.

Her courtiers and subjects at court know Taenya as a stern and capable ruler, though not one without tact. She offers praise in public and admonishment in private, rewarding loyalty with the envy of peers while sparing the negligent from humiliation.

At an early age she distinguished herself as a quick, perceptive learner, and though she is no longer as studious as she was before, She always keeps one eye open for useful information. Keenly aware of every man’s strongest desires and ugliest secrets, she appeases the former with generous favors and the latter through threats of exposure.

In the course of her lifetime, Taenya has received as much suffering as she’s given. She justifies her ruthless actions with a cynical view of the world and a genuine belief that severe measures can bring about a greater good.  Though not without sympathy and compassion, only her fear of punishment from the powerful can compel her to refrain from nefarious plans.

However her life came to a close in the War of Three Dragons in 1,342 A.C. Varano Faewyn kidnapped the Osdial bastard late one night when people were sleeping and tortured her very similar to the way the Qairan lords tortured his sister. However he refused anyone the chance to rape her as he believed it too barbaric. He gave her three chances and three chances only to spill the secrets of the Golds and each time she refused. His guards slowly fleyed her arms and as she screamed they drove a spike through her head and heart killing her.
Deejuh Hopiar

## Appearance and Character

Unlike her mother, the secondborn Hopiar daughter was born with the curly, fiery hair of her father, with eyes like pools of blue. As a woman, her curves deepened, her complexion has become fairer and her lips have yet to lose their youthful fullness. There is a roundness from girlhood she has yet to lose. She speaks in a tone seemingly free of trouble.

Deejuh is outwardly calm, her patience only multiplied by age. She has a gentleness and a sense of nurturing that emerges most around children and those whom she perceives are in need of it. Open-handed with her affection, Deejuh is the opposite of her parents in many ways. Despite her absent-minded nature, Deejuh has a great appetite for knowledge specifically around noblewoman tasks.

Born in the later half of 1,328 AC, Deejuh's infancy was likely the longest she spent at Ingving. Both parents were alive and well, however Lord Hopiar was absent for her birth due to his position as a commander which kept him away at Firekeep in order to serve King Maegaron Vakerian II. Girlhood waning, Deejuh was sent to the court of Runekeep, where she became acquainted with the two great loves of her life: a common boy named Lyonel and learning. Sewing had been a passive interest for years, but as she matured, so too did her relationship with art. She discovered a love of numbers, mirrored only by her love of socializing and living the life of a proper lady. Improperly, however, she became increasingly close with Lyonel. What started as a spark between two adolescents manifested into an all-consuming inferno of love or lust that still continues to this day.

Architecture is one of Deejuh's newest loves, and though she values function, she sees it as a marriage of her love of art and treats designing elaborate forms as a means of expression. Like her other interests, her knowledge of dragons was born of her keen interest in science, and Deejuh built this knowledge over many a sleepless night spent over dusty old books describing every known dragon, their anatomy, and their behavior. Over time, her knowledge became extensive more then some maesters out there some jest. Deejuh exists in a state of constant self-improvement, for fear that if she stops, melancholy will consume her.
Darne Bavon

## Appearance and Character

Darne, like his twin sister, stands quite tall and has the width and weight to form an imposing and intimidating build. He stands eye to eye to most men and has been since he was a young teenager. Darne has dark, jet-black hair of a medium length that is incredibly soft and smooth to the touch that has started to grey with time, with thick growing facial hair colored equally as dark.

Darne is incredibly paranoid over the safety of his wife and children, whom he loves and cherishes dearly. Unlike his sister, Darne is more reserved in his emotions, so much so that he could nearly be considered aloof and withdrawn. Darne had always been the calm half of his sister's impulsive and brash side. He is generally a rough man, though his mood will swiftly sour if any perceived slight or danger threatened his family.

In 1,310 AC, his father Garse had fallen deeply ill and passed quickly, leaving the future of Werian and House Bavon in the hands of the moody, sulky 17 year old Darne. Though a man grown now, Darne still secluded himself from his responsibilities and simply ruled behind his mother and other council members as he continued spending every moment he could reading and studying. In truth, Darne had become quite talented when dealing with a sword and bow.

For three more years Darne would live like this, only being seen outside of his study when official events would call for his begrudging appearance until the year 1,323 AC. On one fateful day, Darne had decided on a whim to visit the nearby town of Harik, where he stumbled upon a beautiful common-woman named Mariah. The daughter of a large inn, Darne fell for the woman in no time at all. The two began an incredibly physically loving relationship at first which then sprung to one of a more intimate love, and before long they were sworn together by marriage. For the first time since he was a little boy, Darne had smiled more than he frowned, and the people old enough to remember the way he acted around Mariah grew hopeful that that version of Darne had finally returned.

Darne's marriage with Mariah benefited more than just his emotional stability, while spending time with his new wife at the inn her family ran, Darne learned how to deal with people; who's strings to pull to get information and who to employ to find the best source of information. After a short amount of time, Darne had begun spinning his own army out of his small city for Maegaron Vakerian.

Mariah and Darne had three children together, Rapian, Ian, and Palia. Darne doted heavily on his children, and his new family grew up close and tight-knit much like his own childhood.
Anrea Saeral I

## Appearance and Character

Anrea inherited much of the early appearance of her mother, her face shape is similar to Ranae and she sharers the blue hair the same of many Aeori before her, some say she even looks like a younger form of her mother, though Anrea would never admit she had any of the greater beauty of her young mother. Though some may say it lies behind her somewhat soft nature.

Anrea is a woman of political action and assertion. When she isn’t pressing her brother to solve the newly emergent issue around their home kingdom, She shares the same attachment to her home and family as her mother but alongside the fierce fervour of her father. Anrea is well initiated in Statecraft and intelligent research, learning from the Grand Maester in her earlier years, she seems much more the noble woman then her brother is a nobleman. She oft dresses in long beautiful silks and spends much of her time sewing or painting beautiful landscape art of places she has been to.

Anrea was born in 1,329 A.C alongside a stillborn twin sister whom was never named. Being born to a family with a heavy attachment to her children, Anrea was never too far away from their mother for the first five years of her life. It was during this time that Anrea developed a loving admiration of her mother, wooed by stories of her studious and impressive youth.

When Anrea was little she would scavenge whatever materials she could find around her home and build crude castles and buildings around her chamber floor to the point that her brother Harkin would complain to their mother about poked feet and dirty floors. Instead of intervening in her daughter’s building to put it to an end, their mother instead, to Harkin's slight displeasure, encouraged her daughter to continue her interest. This began a long history of workmanship and splinters, as Anrea’s young education burgeoned into a growing mastery of construction. It even got to the point that Anrea’s tutors would involve crafters and sculptors among maesters to develop her talent.

Throughout her childhood, Anrea always felt a hole in what achievements she could manage. Hearing tales of her mother’s successes made what Anrea could manage to feel small. Despite this she never held resentment against her family as she believes that would be far too petty of her. She has also been starting to dote over different knights and noble men alike wishing desperately that her parents would give her a handsome match already although her father Tarkan tries to get her to calm down and have her be able to make her own choice within reason. She also heavily loves to gossip about different things from other girls to men to just anything that she hears.
Azure Vipigi

Azure, is the eldest daughter and second child of Astral Vipigi I. She is the younger sister of Airis Vipigi only being a few years younger then him.

## Appearance & Character

Azure has ocean blue eyes-- eyes that seem to shift between light and dark blue, depending on the lighting. Azure is remarkably pretty with chestnut brown hair, fair skin and a petite figure. She is fond of trinkets and fashionable clothing and is rarely seen without either.

Despite her beauty many despise her or make fun of her due to her status as a cripple. She is bound to a wheelchair and if she attempts to stand she gets searing pain through her legs an issue that no Maester has been able to aid or help with. She needs to always be around someone to help her as she can not easily move up or down stairs and often that means being confined to a room or a floor of a building. She does not have great relations with her brother but loves her father dearly as he has only helped and loved her throughout her life.

She has a certain love for birdwatching seemingly finding delight and envy within the creatures that can fly wherever they wish and be free amongst the world high and away from human issues. She screams at anyone who purposefully hunts animals and rarely if ever will choose to eat animals other then fish preferring fruits and vegetables and sweets.

Ever since she was young she has been tutored by different maesters. She has an amazing mind and loves to study and read above all else, she claims its her escape from her trapped reality. She has been quick to learn and as such is ocasionally questioned about areas that she knows more then your average man or woman at court.

They are perceptive as well always looking at the smallest and finest details of things especially in the usual rooms that she always remains in. She is intuitive but definitely guided by her emotions on many manners switching between multiple different emotions on a whim.