Lyanna Mormont

## Scion of House Mormont

**Lyanna Mormont** is the legitimized daughter of Joren Mormont, the Lord of Bear Isle.

## Appearance

First impressions are the lasting, and arguably most honest ones of an individual. Lyanna Mormont would be no exception. It would be her eyes that drew your attention, bluer than winter roses and as unreadable as the mist upon the mountain. So striking in their particular hue, that many could swear they haunt one's dreams or can read thoughts. Whatever the case may be, it is evident that little misses her attention as she seems on the verge of action even when at rest. A thick head of wavy chestnut brown, is hip length, and often worn in a myriad of braids or a plait to keep line of vision clear. Skin is as fair as the freshly fallen snow, with rosy cheeks of good health. Lovely mouth while the color of ripe berries, smiles only in select company.

Lyanna does not possess the advantage of height, as she is average with most women and finds that not being the first to know that it is raining isn't always a bad thing. She is curvaceous in build, a fact that can't be hidden easily (even with the addition of cloak or furs). But she is strong and toned from tenure in the forests, challenging herself to physical feats of endurance to prepare herself for instances of life or death.

Often she can be found in leathers and furs, as this is more practical for the outdoors. But can be sweet talked into dresses or skirts by the crook of little sister. A silver bear pendant is worn at all times beneath her clothes on a matching chain, along with a slender leather thong about the neck with a small pouch that houses a lock of hair from those dearest to her heart (mother, father, Arya , Brandon and Maelys.)

## History

**393 AC:** Lyanna was born, in the first month of renewal following the bite of winter. The new buds of spring were just sprouting on that auspicious morning when the girl child drew breath for the first time. A fierce cry resounded in the tiny frame, angry at the cold and light, which mingled with the agonized note from Gyda as she strained to bring life into the world. Still slick with the blood that binds, Lyanna wrapped in the furs of her father's house was nestled to breast, to be given a name that would mark her for inner strength and preparation for trials of the heart in the future.

**393 - 397 AC:** Joren Mormont is presented with the fruit of passion on a chance encounter. He is charmed by the tumble of brown curls and striking blue eyes that seem to pierce the soul. Lyanna doesn't remember this event, but wears the silver bear pendant that was given as proof of his acceptance (if not to easily identify her in the future). Gyda refuses the offer to come to Bear Island as a wife, believing that it would be a kinder fate for Lyanna to be raised with the Freefolk instead of sneered at for being a bastard.

**398 - 406 AC:** Lyanna is a wildling of the forests, hills and mountains that lie south of the Wall. But never travels further south than Greywater Watch. She is taught to revere House Stark, to survive in the wilderness, and judge others by their actions (not words, as they can be as fickle as the wind.) Often they are chased away from surrounding areas of civilization, save for those that demand labor for their occupying of the surrounding area. This can range from common household chores, guarding livestock or ridding the area of a beast that has become a nuisance. Gyda teaches Lyanna about natural solutions and nursing that can aid with stalling death until a Maester can be located. She learns the stories and songs of those before her at the camp fires, while searching with earnest the night-sky for guidance. It's discovered during this time, that she is able to see through the eyes of animals or birds of the forest. A talent she must learn to harness properly, and keep secret.

**407 AC:** Gyda and the others of their small band traveled northward with the intent to show Lyanna the Wall (and perhaps a glimpse of the frozen world of old beyond). A bad storm forced them to seek shelter closer to the mountains. The group is attacked by a party of twenty men that seemed to take a particular offense to their wildling status. Lyanna at her mother's instruction prior to notice, had wedged herself into a crevice between some rocks to avoid detection. While the fight was fierce, the odds were not in their favor. The sounds of butchery and rape still haunt her dreams. For hours she remained, losing count of time, waiting with fury and anguish for the villains to leave. Occasionally falling asleep but never for long, afraid of discovery. It was with a grey dawn that Lyanna emerged from hiding to find their camp ransacked, her family dead and the men gone. With grim resolve she scavenged for what could be taken to increase chances of survival, and burned the rest with her kin. A lock of her mother's hair was spared the flames to carry beside heart, before fleeing in the opposite direction of the party's course.

Lyanna was fortunate not to be the victim of continual bad weather, but the closer her path came to the Wall, the colder it became. It was dangerous to be alone, not just from men with darkness in their hearts but from predatory animals that would find tender flesh appetizing. She slept in brief intervals, despite clever traps that would be placed around camp. It would have been to her benefit to head south, flee to the mercy of Winterfell. But that could deliver her to the men that had slaughtered her family. So she pressed further north, encouraged by thoughts of the Wall and maybe joining the Nights Watch.

Luck had run its course however, and while Lyanna had reached the woods within miles of the Wall; she would be discovered by a group of ruffians while she had been hunting for food. The men recognized that she was young and alone, easier prey would only be found within a newborn fawn. But the girl would attempt to run, corralled despite her best efforts into their grasp. She was saved from their perverse touch by the arrival of a man in black, although having suffered bruises from quieting fists and a dislocated arm. Lyanna did not see much of the killing, blind with tears of pain and the throbbing head from a well aimed punch to jaw. She barely remembers being collected by the man, or the ride on horseback. When time did have meaning again, she was being tended in an infirmary at the legendary Nightfort. After some conversation with the Maester, she discovered that her rescuer had been Maric Stark.

It took several days before Lyanna was able to track down Maric to give her gratitude, and is stunned by his rugged good-looks. He is reserved and intimidating, but she is not afraid, only fascinated. The Old Gods intervened from allowing her to swear an oath to join the brotherhood, in the embodiment of Rickon Mormont who had arrived with young men from Bear Island for the stint at the Wall. The name struck a chord of hope within the wildling, and upon presenting the pendant to him, he was loathe to let her out of his sight. The pair would depart for Bear Island, and in a few weeks time she was presented to Joren. Although remarried, she was welcomed into the household.

Lady Gael is not unpleasant to the new addition, perhaps relieved that is a daughter and not a son. But it does take her some time to warm to Lyanna. Whereas Lyanna is immediately drawn to young Arya, and the newborn Brandon. Jeor proves to be good company when getting acquainted with the layout of the island.

**408 - 414 AC:** There are more Mormonts than Lyanna could dream possible, eventually she learns their names and stories. At times it is a bit overwhelming, and she'll sneak off for a spell. But gradually she carves out her own niche, as an avid listener of Uncle Rickon's outlandish tales and the calming presence of her father. Even Gael found that Lyanna learned quickly enough to be of assistance with her younger siblings.

When the War of the Four Daughters breaks out, Joren and several of the men join the Northern forces. Lyanna tries to maintain good spirits by entertaining the other children. It's not long before, to appease Arya, she begins to wear the occasional dress.

**414 AC:** The surviving men of Bear Island return home. Lyanna finds it amusing when her father lifts Gael for a kiss, despite her laughing protests that his beard is scratching her face.

**415 AC:** Joren requests King Maelor's permission and blessing to legitimize Lyanna. A feast is thrown upon the agreement. While understanding the honor in possessing her father's name, she nurses some concern that this would not be enough to sate some from foolishly wagging their tongues. Joren gifts her with a longbow that he used for many years, the sentiment means more than either can express.

**416 AC:** One day witnesses a man plummet from the sky into the frigid waters off the coast, heralded by the furious cry of a dragon. Upon rescuing him from drowning, discovers that it’s the infamous Maelys Rivers. While he is recovering at the Mormont hearth, the pair bond over shared social stigmas of bastard origins and mutual interests. Days turn to weeks, weeks to months, and it’s apparent that they are enamored with one another. When Maelys leaves the North however, Lyanna doesn’t go with him, despite the desire to do so.

**417 AC:** Joren takes his family south to King's Landing for the celebration of King Maelor's birthday, which includes a tournament. Lyanna is interested in the Archery competition and thrilled to discover that she would be permitted to participate. She is also nervous about being reunited with Maelys.

## Possessions

### Animal Companions

* Bittersteel: a garron, ideally suited for irregular terrain and cold temperatures. He is a scarred stallion (from various wounds suffered), who's coat and mane is as black as pitch with intelligent dark brown eyes. He is not fully tamed, resulting in a defiant nature for most that attempt to touch or mount him. He is accustomed to Lyanna and will respond to even nonverbal commands from her.
* Candor: a male wolf dog; gray overcoat with a white undercoat, and mismatch eyes (left is blue and the right is green.) Quiet as a shadow as if to assist with blending into the scenery. But on cold nights, will join in chorus to Lyanna's singing. He isn't a fan of being indoors, prone to be within touching distance of his owner.

### Weapons

* Handaxe and dagger straddle opposite hips on a leather belt, castle-forged and nondescript. Only the twining of leather cords around the hilt or shaft suggests individual ownership. An additional dagger is hidden in right boot. Sling is hooked through sword belt, with a small leather purse of bullets.
* Longbow and Arrows: the bow was thick, rough hewn wood that lost its natural luster from years of use as time passing muted its polish despite being well kept. However, it had lost none of its effectiveness, remaining a dangerous, well kept, honed weapon. The singular waxed line ran from bottom to top tied to the curving wood on each side. There was a nick here and there in the wood as well, chipping away into the surface below, showcasing the weapon had never been idle in its life. The sharp barbed arrowheads fitted to fine wooden shafts fletched by dyed feathers that matched House Mormont colors, carried in a brown leather quiver. A gift from her father upon being legitimized. Often slung over shoulder or stashed upon Bittersteel.

### Other

* Satchel made from an otter's pelt, to carry: medicinal herbs, waterskin, rations, dragonglass dagger, bandages, needle and thread, and a flask of rum. There is a small roll of cloth that holds fragile piece of glass and mirror.

## Connections

* Maelys Rivers - A close, dear friend.
* Maric Stark - He did her a kindness once, and will always harbor hero worship for him.

## Rumours

* An accomplished huntress that fished a dragon from the sea.
* Skin as pale as the virgin snow, eyes as blue as winter roses, and lips red as blood.
* Clever as a fox, quiet as a mouse, lithe as a cat.

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