Lyrella Targaryen

## Personality

### Personality Description

In the modern world, Ly would be best described as a young woman with heavy psychopathic tendencies, but in the ancient world, she is simply inflicted with Targaryen madness. She doesn't feel empathy or love for others, hardly ever regrets her actions for the hurt they cause and instead because they reflected badly on her, and cannot stand talk of morality and ethics. Shex however, loves her sisters, and often likes to spend time with them and converse.

She is intelligent and very, very patient, though proud and sometimes vain with said intelligence, even if her manners are enough to keep her mouth. She offers intelligent conversation, though the topics she is interested in are oftentimes macarbe and unpleasant for the courtiers. She is completely uninterested in romance and the pleasures of the body, since she cannot feel either of those. She knows she will one day have to marry, but she will cut off her future husband's manhood herself if it means she won't have to do something she wishes not for.

What is not known but in whispers, however, is her love for inflicting pain. She loves, out of a sick morbidity, to cut open and torture living things, their blood and screams sating something deep within her not even she understands. As such, she loves hunting and all its dirty work, and is a natural with the bow and knife.

However, if there is something that incurs fear within her, even if almost nothing else does, is sickness. She abhors seeing people fallen ill, and it revolts her, perhaps incurring the most infimal bit of sympathy from her. She stays away from any sick person, even family, for the fact that she simply can't bring herself to see them in that state.

### Goals and Motivation

Ensure her sister's reign, and thus a legitimate Targaryen bloodline, killing each pretender until none stand to usurp her sister.

### Reputation

She is regarded with neither love or hate at court; The whispers of her madness make her unlikable to most, but the love she professes for her sisters cannot be denied. They mainly stay away from her.

## Backstory

Ly was quiet from the moment she was born, an abnormal baby in her lack of crying or anguish. She was named Lyrella to honor both her mother's and father's house, even if she takes not after them.

She grew up in the dark Dragonstone until she was three, and many say she belongs more in the sulphuric, dark castle than in the brightness of King's Landing. She was a peaceful, unproblematic child while there, never giving her parents or sisters trouble beyond what little kids usually got up to.

She was always an intelligent one, taking to reading earlier than most children did. She always loved stories of wars and battle, not for the honor and people but for the strategy and the suffering found in them. Some say she has the spirit of the conquerors driving her mind for strategy. Her favorite tales were always of Aegon and the conquest, and she had a black cat named Balerion until she skinned him alive.

After moving to King's Landing, when she was four, she acquired a liking for the bugs in the gardens, often studying them before picking them apart and studying their corpses, or even their dying bodies if she was lucky. She developed a taste for inflicting pain that escalated, first to smaller animals like rodents, and culminated with her skinning Balerion alive when she was 12. She understood, then, that if she kept on, she would be found out for her cruelty. What she didn't know, however, was that her father knew, and thus benevolently redirected her interest into hunting, hoping that it would satisfy her bloodthirstiness. It quenches her desire to kill well enough, but to this day, she still seeks to get her hands on a human.

With this understanding of herself, she knew what she had to do when talk of the Brightflames and Blackfyres usurping the throne reached her, and vowed to eliminate each one of them if the time ever came they pretended for the throne.

The year 245 after Aegon, when she was to be 16, a terrible illness overtook Westeros, taking her father, the person she loved most, and her mother, from her. Seeing them in their sickbed stuck to her and she felt, for the first time in her life, fear, for this death was not something one could control. She cannot since bring herself to even be near anyone with even the most minimal of sickness.

She is now in support of her sister's true claim, and she is even more loving of her only remaining family, even if this love is not something usual by most standards.