eye of the storm--

[Iris]

i. Khal Addrivo xxxxx ii. Male xxxxx iii. Twenty-eightxxxxx iv. 6'4 xxxxx v. Dothraki





Truly Dothraki, life in a khalasar was all Addrivo had ever known. A warrior raised by warriors, the nomadic life full of strength and violence was every bit a part of him. Though he had no brothers through blood, he had them through steel, and they combined with his beloved stallion, bow, and arakh were all that he thought himself to need in life until the day in which he would inevitably join the fiery khalasar of the Great Stallion and ride with his ancestors in the Night Lands. To ride and to fight was what he had been raised for, the only things he believed in outside of his steadfast devotion to the Great Stallion, and so it was what he did- from when he was a child, less than half a decade old, and nearly every day since. While it was a nomadic life, it was a stable one in that it was familiar to him, with little changing in that regard until he was twenty-three, the death of his khal setting up a chain of events that he couldn't have reasonably anticipated. His khal's death left behind only a child khalakka, and once the child was killed, three men fought for the title of khal until in the end there was only one winner- Addrivo. The new khal led his khalasar for five years until one fateful fight with another khal which left Addrivo victorious but wounded. Seeing weakness in the injury that was not to be followed, the orphaned son of his old khal's bloodrider challenged Addrivo shortly after, the resulting fight leading to a resounding loss for the khal. Seemingly fatally injured, Addrivo was left to die in the dirt surrounded by the corpses of his stallion and his bloodriders who had been slaughtered while trying to avenge him.

[Iris]

i. Princess Syraelys Targaryen xxxxx ii. Female xxxxx iii. Twenty-fourxxxxx iv. 5'5 xxxxx v. Princess of House Targaryen



Born to the King of the Seven Kingdoms and his second wife, Syraelys spent her youth with her mother in relative isolation on Dragonstone rather than in King's Landing with her father and the family he shared with his first wife due to her mother's affair with a guard years before Syraelys was born. Instead of knowing life in the city, of beautiful pageantry within the Red Keep and the mighty Dragon Pits, she was raised in the Targaryen fortress, kept on the island of volcanoes and dragons that flew freely. She grew up in awe of the massive wild beasts, though she would never move to claim one, as she had been given a silver and cream colored egg as an infant which hatched in to her beloved dragon, Arrax. Syraelys always had an unpredictable nature, a wildness about her that showed "a touch of the dragon's flame", as her mother would affectionately tell her. Much of her youth outside of lessons was spent riding Arrax around the island to explore, the young princess a talented and experienced dragon rider since she began at the early age of eleven. Always envious of the men who were trained to wield swords and tired of gazing longingly upon a family Valyrian steel sword on the rare occasions family would visit, she resorted to seducing and subsequently blackmailing a talented swordsman as a teenager to receive private lessons. While she would never become a legendary swordsman or even better with a sword that she was on a dragon, the lessons she received first with that man and then later an older knight who needed no threats lasted for a period of nine years between them and she became quite proficient with a blade- enough to hold her own in most situations a princess of House Targargaryen was likely to find herself in, anyway. Life remained much the same until she was twenty three, when a family death left her summoned to King's Landing as her younger half-brother's future wife.

[Iris]

i. Prince Aemon Targaryen V xxx ii. Male xxx iii. Twenty-fivexxx iv. 6'5 xxx
v. Prince of House Targaryen



The first true born son of the King of Dranaeyos, Aemon was raised as the natural heir of the isolated nation. As his father spent much of his time fathering bastards by entertaining beautiful women and claiming first rights with local brides, however, Aemon and his two true born siblings were raised primarily by their mother and Lord Callor, a royal advisor and rare Andal to be trusted in the Targaryen family. It was Lord Callor’s influence which Aemon took to most steadfastly, unlike his sister and betrothed, Baella, who mirrored their mother. The sibling’s temperaments drifted even further apart as they grew older, with Aemon growing closer to his bastard sister and their younger brother. The advisor was a logical and measured man without ambition of his own rise, one that did his best to curb Aemon’s worst instincts and steady the flame within him. His influence aided in molding the young heir in to a Targaryen that was more prone to restraint than most others who shared the often violent blood of Valyria, though that more volatile nature was never completely tamed, with an ego and temper that could sometimes flair despite him. The occasional slips remained rare but grew more numerous as he grew older, with the most vividly disorientating dreams of people and lands he had yet to lay eyes on plaguing him, and flames he had little control over forming in the least fortunate times, spurred on my his blood and, seemingly, instability. Such occurrences led Aemon east, to an unfamiliar land his family had abandoned in purported perpetuity centuries before, accompanied only by his recluse dragon Baelyon, a few loyal men, and general familial disapproval of a journey to such a place.

[Iris]

i. Princess Nymaerys Targaryen Martell xxxxx ii. Female xxxxx iii. Nineteenxxxxx iv. 5'6 xxxxx
v. Princess of House Targaryen Martell



The first child born of the Princess of Dorne and her husband, Nymaerys was the natural heir of her house and lands. She was followed by two siblings, first a brother, and then a sister, the three all close in age. Her early days were full of innocence, spent playing with them and her cousins in the Water Gardens, as well as training and bonding with her beloved dragon Meraxes. That innocence largely ended when Nymaerys was nine, her young sister and brother’s dragon involved in an accident that cost the dragon it’s life, her sister the use of her legs, and her mother her sanity. Within months of the accident, as soon as her sister was well enough to travel, Nymaerys’ mother took the young girl and flew to Dragonstone, leaving Nymaerys and her brother in the care of their uncle in Dorne. The new regent of Dorne happily took the children in, easily becoming the father figure they had never had. Under her uncle’s supervision, Nymaerys soon began to train with her cousin, practicing tirelessly to become better for years, her persistence and countless hours of work for years molding her in to a highly skilled fighter. Though by no means sadistic by nature, Nymaerys‘ mind was one of a warrior, the fire of her blood running deep in her veins. It allowed her to make hard decisions without much delay, to be able and willing to resort to violence without great delay. Her loyalty was to her people, to her family, and to herself, and when under threat, her instincts were that of both fire and steel.

[Iris]

[Iris]

i. xxxxx ii. xxxxxiii. xxxxxiv. xxxxxv. Tower Prince

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i. xxxxx ii. xxxxxiii. xxxxxiv. xxxxxv. Cinderella

[Iris]

i. xxxxx ii. xxxxxiii. xxxxxiv. xxxxxv. The Huntsman

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i. xxxxx ii. xxxxxiii. xxxxxiv. xxxxxv. Son of Jafar

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i. xxxxx ii. xxxxxiii. xxxxxiv. xxxxxv. Genie