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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 3:13 am
All Men Must Die... Foal Name: Lyarra Stark Temper: Resolute Personality: As the eldest child, she takes her responsibility for the welfare of her family seriously and feels a strong kinship with Rodrick as a result. But while their goals may be the same, their methods differ: Lyarra (Lyra to her family) prefers the silver of her tongue to the steel of a blade, and the combination of her father’s sincerity and her mother’s tenacity leads her to be a formidable diplomat. Let her brother take the command, and she the court. She’ll play her part as the perfect daughter: demure, unthreatening, invisible. While all eyes turn to her parents and her brother, she’ll hide in plain sight, plucking intelligence like needles among the hay and relaying them to Rodrick during the quiet hours of the night. Who else, after all, would be as invested in the family’s safety as he? Together, they can ensure their family’s protection. Those who visit under her care are not intimidated so much as charmed, and she forges alliances and treaties with ease; she has a keen eye and ear for the lives of others and she plays it to her family’s advantage. Sometimes, however, this causes her to view others not as people, but as things to be manipulated and controlled. Thankfully, her family’s love is always there to ground her and remind her that nothing is worth losing her compassion. Plots?: (Family) Family will be a big part of Lyra’s life—especially those of her siblings—and I would love to look into her thoughts about, as well as her relationship with, her younger sisters after their personalities are determined! What Once Was Sometimes, Lyra wonders if her mother had two sets of twins and not one. She cares deeply for her brother and believes their bond is as strong as the one that exists between their younger sisters. It is precisely because of this that his actions cut deep—both for good and for bad. I was hoping we could explore the nature of the two siblings’ relationship, especially under strain. One idea I had was that they had conflicting opinions on how to deal with a potential threat, and while they've had their differences before, one in particular leads to drastic consequences. As an example, Lyra could have lied about the nature of the problem to downplay the danger, but Rodrick behaves recklessly anyway, which could result in a ruined diplomatic relationship that threatens war, another family member getting permanently injured, a skinwalker escaping their hold and attacking their guests and neighbors, etc. Of course, details are up for discussion, but it would ultimately culminate in both sides getting hurt and neither is truly free from blame. In an act that's perceived as abandonment of her duties, Lyra will take a page out of her parents’ book and travel outside of the herd. On the Road She is well-practiced with a sword and will not hesitate to fight when words alone are not enough. There will be no passion in the act, however—only duty. Her brother’s dedication to his work, to the point where his social skills were nearly nonexistent, was the one thing about him that she never truly understood. When she begins traveling, however, she finds that self-defense is becoming more and more necessary. After a particularly vicious fight terminating in her victory, she can see why it might be appealing: she is directly in control of her fate as well as that of others, and such an assurance is hard to find elsewhere. This is the pivotal point after which her fighting skills will begin coming to the fore. Sellsword Lyra grows into her independence and the difficulties that come alongside it. No longer having her family to fall back upon, she must learn to be compassionate under her own strength, and not only when she thinks her parents and siblings are there to remind her. Parallel to this, she adopts the archetype of the sellsword: mercenaries are common enough wherever she goes, after all, and it’s the easiest guise to wear that results in the least amount of questions. She has nothing to hide, but she has nothing she wants to divulge, either. And besides, herds will sometimes reward her for her services with food and a place to stay for the night. If the moon is clouded, she can pretend the sound of the sleeping bodies around her are her family. (I imagine one of these nights, after a bit of mead, she’ll go to some poor stallion and apologize, calling him by her brother’s name. She'll try to swear off drink after this.) (Optional) During her sellsword stint, she may possibly come across the other Starks (e.g. if she gets mercenary work related to them) or even her parent(s). Ripple Effect You play a part enough, and eventually it just becomes natural. She had never intended to take on a big job, but it falls on her lap and, well, what else is she going to do? (She’d told herself every morning that that was the day she would go back home, be an adult, and move on—but she’d been gone so long now that she didn’t think she could just waltz back in. The job, if anything, would at least allow her to pretend she had little choice in the matter.) She, as well as a handful of other mercenaries, are tasked with guarding the transport of a politically important individual who, for the sake of avoiding vague nondescript terms in the following plots, we will assume is a stallion named Laurent. Heed the Call As mere sellswords, she and her group were never meant to get close to Laurent. Luck, of course, cares little for intentions. A well-planned ambush cleaves the party in two, leaving Laurent trapped with the mercenaries. A few contemplate abandoning him once it becomes clear the enemy contains more well-trained soldiers than they’d bargained for. Lyra quickly takes control, forcing the weak-hearted to leave and keeping the rest in line. Her skill with diplomacy comes to play, and with the use of her strength as well as her cunning, she is able to overpower or outmaneuver their enemies and lead Laurent back to his herd. The rest of the transport is manageable after this, and she and Laurent grow closer during their travels. If Wishes Were Fishes Lyra and some of the mercenaries are offered more permanent positions after their exemplary display of skill and loyalty during the transport. She knows she should decline, but as of late, she’s found that being with Laurent causes her heart to beat in a way that’s both painful and pleasant. Before she can act on her feelings, however, she is thrown amidst another political turmoil. Laurent’s leadership is threatened (and again to avoid vague terms, we shall assume) when his mother, the Queen, is killed with the majority of the herd’s warriors in a raid gone wrong. Many believe Laurent to be too young to assume her role, and his once-banished Uncle takes advantage and appears with a small army and his eye on the throne. The herd is struggling under the loss of their fighters and loyalty is fractured between the Uncle who promises safety and protection and the heir who is young and untested but true. Laurent admits to Lyra that amidst such frazzled ties, she (who defended him so stalwartly when they were merely strangers) is the only one he can truly trust. She swallows her feelings for his sake, and stays by his side to help guide him through the turmoil. (Optional) With GoT having being built upon conflict between different families, I feel this plot has a lot of potential, such as by having Laurent be part of an allied herd, or even an enemy herd (e.g. the Starks had conflicts with the previous Queen). There is opportunity, too, for the Stark family as a whole to be involved (and force a reunion with Lyra and her family despite the fact that she is still, at this point, avoiding the North). An idea I was thinking about, depending on Arya and Yorick's view on the subject, was that Lyra was being considered as a marriage candidate to Laurent to either strengthen their ties (if they were an allying herd) or forge new bonds (if they were initially an opposing or neutral herd). Of course, the main problem would be numbers and interest: most of Laurent's herd will probably be NPCs, and if other Stark owners are uninterested in pursuing the plot, I would be happy to keep it individual and separate from the family. Pave the Way Forward Regardless of how the conflict ends, Lyra is finally able to admit her feelings for Laurent… and is summarily rejected. (This includes the marriage plans, if we were considering that plot. If Laurent's herd comes to fruition and is not simply an NPC herd, an alternative idea is that Lyra's feelings are returned and the marriage goes through, but the Uncle kills Laurent and Lyra must escape back to her herd with their unborn children. Lyra's firstborn would be considered the rightful heir of Laurent's herd, and the Starks would be involved in the ensuing political struggle.) Lyra's heart breaks at the loss, but does not shatter: she knows there are others still who love her, who have never stopped loving her. She has learned much on her journey: her time pretending to be a common sellsword taught her how to befriend the laypeople as well as the nobles; her nights alone taught her independence and to stand on her own strength; and her adventure with Laurent taught her to treat others as individuals, rather than seeing them as only tools to use or benefit from. Finally, she is ready to return home and face her family. Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Khal Drogo’s abs.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 9:27 am
All Men Must Die... Foal Name: Gunhild Stark Temper: Strong-willed Personality: Gunhild does not like to be looked down upon. It seems that most that see her think she is weak and needs protecting by being born a female. But she will do nearly anything, including almost impossible tasks, to prove her strength. There are not many that can face down this mare, and her force of personality that exudes from her makes it hard to argue with her, or back her down. Plots?: Butting heads She and Roderick maybe have a confrontation about who should be protecting the family, since she is the eldest, and he is younger then her. Twins She has a conversation with the twins on their safety (this depends on their personality) Tallest tree in the forest This is Gunhild displaying her alpha personality. Snow and ice She proves just what she will do to try and protect her family Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Henry the VIII because to six wives he was wedded. One served, one died, two divorced, two beheaded. (don't watch GoT, sorry)
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 9:28 am
...But We Are Not Men. Foal Name: Alfhild Stark Temper: Huntress Her story: What was that sound? One of her ears twitched just slightly, trying to catch just the slightist morsal of sound. Was it a vole? A hare? It was something that was moving, though now it had stopped. No matter, she still didn't move. Alfhild had finally been able to get away from the hard-headed, condescending Rodrick. She could make him eat snow with two paws hobbled, and he thought he had to protect her? She gave a mental snort. One day, He was going to rub her fur the wrong way, and with or without the parents nearby, she would show him who needed protecting between the two of them. He should know because of those that raised their father, that not only males led, but sometimes females could as well. And she would show him that strength. But for now, he had to concentrate. Though, her mind wandered again. She could see where Rodrick might feel that way about Astrid. She may be her twin sister, but They had differing personalities to say the least. Where Alfhild was outgoing and very independent, Astrid was a little more timid. Where Alfhild practiced her weaponswork, Astrid didn't have a clue how to wield even her dagger. Alfhild herself was very protective of her sister, and sometimes even got pushy about the siblings bothering her, or her not working for her lessons.... huh, maybe Alf did share a few traits with her brother, not that she would ever tell him that. No, the only way to communicate with him was to shove him down an icy slope and make him climb back up. Call her weak and needing protecting. She growled mentally, then snapped her attention back to her task as the prey moved again, her orange eyes fixed on the spot. From the sound of the shifting weight on the snow, it was too small to be a vole, so it was most likely a hare. At least that meant it had more meat, and the hide could be cured. She slowly lifted a paw from the snow, silently taking a step forward, her ears perked as hard forward as she could make them; trying to catch any little sound. She could almost feel the hare tense, and her heart beat the tempo of the wild. Suddenly, there was an explosion from under the bush, and a white hare broke cover as its fear got the best of it. Alfhild dug in her claws, trying to get traction as she barreled after the hare, excitement coursing through her veins, and her hair streaming behind her as she ran. She used her tail as a rudder as the hare tried to dash back across her track, trying to make her dump her speed. But she had learned from earlier hunts that trick, and she did not let it fool her. The hare headed for another bush, and she saw her chance. Her muscles bunched as she leapt, and landed on the hare right before it made cover. Snow flew everywhere as the hare moved and she momentlarily lost her balace, and she scrambled to get her footing stable again. Finally, the hare was pinned under her paws in the torn-up snow, and with a quick bite, she snapped the spine, and the it was hers. A cold breeze ruffled her fur, and she looked up into the cloudy sky, and closed her eyes. She could feel the life of this place. The ever-present winds that blew in the north caressed her sides, and was her lullaby as she fell asleep at night. The cold snow was tempered by her fur. This was where she belonged. She loved coming out here and hunting; of testing her skills in a place that had no remorse for the foolish. One day, she'd bring her sister out here too to test her skills, but for now... She picked up the hare, the snow squeeking between her paws now that she had broken the ice layer, and headed back home. Astrid would love a fresh kill, and it was something else she could use to show her brother that she wasn't some weak and helpless female. She could hunt for herself. And provide for those that she chose to. Favorite GoT Character: The Dragons
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 9:51 am
All Men Must Die... Foal Name: Adrienne Stark (Adrienne is the feminine form of Adrien, which means "The Dark One") Temper: Ruthless Personality: Adrienne is a bit of a wild child, taking after her mother in that respect. She hates with passion, hating her mother's enemies as much as she thinks her mother does. She doesn't really have the reason to do so, like Arya, but it's something she just picked up from her mother. She loves her family, of course, and will fight anything, do anything to protect them, but she hates the idea of being told what to do, being called to be a good princess. She much prefers the rush of a battle, the thrill of a chase, and the freedom of doing it all on her own. She especially hates it when Rodrick tells her what to do, thinking he knows best because he is the only boy. Like that somehow makes him a better... everything. Adri will snap and snarl at him, and usually do the opposite out of spite. Adri is more interested in learning how to fight properly, perhaps alongside her brother, perhaps not, than anything else, really. She thinks that it is her role in the family, what she is meant to do. She is constantly getting herself in to trouble which she may or may not be able to handle. She is snarky and quick to anger. Adri will also figure out the exact worse thing to say in any given moment, just so her life is as adventurous as possible. If things are slow, she will play at there being trouble, pretending to see what she would do in any situation that she can imagine. Not that she really has any idea, but Adri goes through every possible situation she can think of, trying to figure out how to win this, or if she will lose that, if she should run. She also runs some of these things she thinks of, using her siblings as the 'bad guys', to see if she can react quick enough to 'escape' them, or 'defeat' them. No Starks are harmed in the making of these games, unless it is an accident. As a foal, she will be as fiery and troublesome as possible, getting herself into trouble, and sometimes dragging her siblings with her. As much as she resents being ordered around by Rodrick, she looks up to him as her older brother (and better fighter, though she will never admit that). She wants to impress him, so she gets herself into situations where she might not be able save herself, trying to prove that she is as tough as he is. Plots?: Trouble with Fire - Not literal fire. At least, probably not. Literally fire, because she is a fiery feisty little thing who will pick a fight with something bigger than she is, just to prove she can survive anything, be on her own easily. Of course, she may or may not get herself into something she cannot handle alone. Something she may need her family to save her from, or maybe even someone else to save her. Not that she will ever admit to needing that help.
Dreaming in Red - After a bad day of losing to someone,maybe even getting hurt, she starts to have dreams about it, colored red like someone had covered her eyes with a thin red cloth. At first, these dreams are terrifying and she finds them shameful, tries to hide them when she wakes up shaking and scared. After a random encounter with some who will tell her of dreams and of how to use them to her advantage. So, over time, she will begin to use her dreams to study her own mistakes, how she moves, how she sees other move and fight. Of course, memory is not always accurate so her dreams are not always exact to the actual situation, but it close enough that she can get a real idea of where she goes wrong. It is actually relaxing for her, after a while. Instead of dwelling on her mistakes that she can't fully understand and avoiding sleep, she will transition into using sleep to address her failures, so she will both rest and recover when she needs to, but also put her mind to work on what is important to her. Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Jon Snow because I think he is honestly the best person for it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 9:01 pm
...But We Are Not Men. Foal Name: Lyarra Stark Temper: Pragmatic Her story: I was always trailing behind them, staring at their backs as they progressed. They were the strong ones, the fast ones, the smart ones. I was the inept one. The clumsy one with no desire to kill. My mother could not understand my hesitancy. It was my duty, after all. I am of her blood. Born to rain down vengeance and destruction upon those who would call us enemy. But that was not my way. I wanted to travel a different road. To see life through the rose-colored lenses that my father seemed to possess. Death, retribution- these things did not run through my heart. My blood did not run cold in my veins, did not cry out with wrath. No, my path differed vastly from those of my parents and siblings. It would be what I wished it to be. Nothing more. Nothing less. I would make it so. Where my siblings trained to fight, I would study to heal. Where my mother taught to strike first at our enemies, I educated myself in the realm of second chances. Diplomacy before dominance. Kindness before cruelty. Love before hate. These were the things that I partook in and cherished. My course had been set. I progressed unhindered in my chosen studies, growing more emboldened with each passing day. Before I realized it, I had crossed the threshold from foalhood to maredom. No longer could I be dubbed the clumsy, inept sister, having grown into a graceful, insightful mare. Gone were my long-held feelings of uncertainty and inadequacy. For I had accepted my station in life and had come to understand that I would never be as my siblings were. There would be no need for another avenging angel, and I was pleased with that. For my prowess and strengths lay elsewhere. But Fate shall make itself known, and bring to bear all it desires. And now we find ourselves here. Amidst the battlefield of warring ideals and emotions. In this moment, my footpath to peace has taken a drastic turn. An unforgiveable sin has been committed on this day. By injuring one of my own, you have done something that I never dreamed capable. You have awoken the slumbering monster deep within. My once tempered soul now howls with rage and weeps for the blood that has been spilled here. There can be no mercy given, for there was no mercy shown. I can hear the souls of my ancestors wail for retribution. And retribution they shall have! When the day reaches its end, I shall forever be altered by these events. The winding path that I once forged of my own accord now eternally entwined with theirs. Yet my destiny is still my own, and I bade time find me not stagnate in hatred and death. Favorite GoT Character: I admit to not having seen a ton of GoT. But, from what I have seen, I’d say that I’m torn between Sansa and Jon Snow. They’ve both had to deal with a ton of crap and have pulled through it…for the most part anyway.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 3:35 pm
...But We Are Not Men. Foal Name: Asha Stark (after Asha Greyjoy) Temper: Contemplative Her story: Cold. Damned cold. Always cold. The frigid mountain air hurt the young mare's lungs as she puffed out steam, slashing at her brother with her translucent claws. She couldn't feel her paws in the snow, but she'd be damned if he'd get near her with that blade. All Starks were fierce, but bruises healed more readily than gashes. They had been at it for hours now; first without his weapon, which she'd highly preferred, and now with it. Rodrick had grown highly proficient with his blade, but Asha found the odd weapon ill suited to her small mouth, and had adamantly refused to train with one since foalhood. Their sister had been more easily convinced, however, though Asha would bet a new fur cloak that Astrid had no idea what to do with it. Damn, what she wouldn't do for a new cloak right now. Her body was numb, not only from the cold, but from blow after blow landed by her larger, fiercer brother. Still, she pushed on, waiting for him to grow tired, jumping and darting from him, saving her energy. But it never happened. Still, Rodrick pushed at her, swinging at her with his sword, until suddenly, "THWAP!" The broad side of her kin's weapon took her in the belly, pushing the air from her lungs faster than she knew what had happened. Moments later, he was on top of her. The sword landed in the snow beside her with a soft thud as he snapped his jaws at her, looking half a rabid wolf. "Still don't want a sword?" His words were smug, and she replied with a groan. He leaped from her as quickly has he'd gotten there, snatching the sword up once more. "It's not fair," she grumbled, making her way to her feet. The numbness left when she had stopped moving. Now everything ached. "You already know what I'm going to do because we train together all the time. You're supposed to tell me how to get better." "Want to get better?" He smirked. "Get a sword." This was answered with a grunt as she went to her sister Astrid, who reluctantly removed the second wolf skin from her back and fastened it to Asha's shoulder. "I fight perfectly well without one. Besides, not everyone has a sword. Father doesn't have a sword and he does just fine." Training before the sun even rose had been a part of the mare's life ever since she could remember. At first she and her siblings thought it was a fun little game to play, a way to bond. As they grew, however, their mother made it very clear that it was not for fun, but a way to stay alive. She had never needed to use her skills, but... Something was coming. She could feel it. ohmygod I want a plot section for her so bad now. ;-;
So uh. Future plots:
She gets too big for her britches, gets into a wicked fight, is shown she's not as adept as she so cockily thinks, either goes back to her brother/father or finds a new partner to train more, maybe even gets a sword.
Since her mum is so adamant about their training and knowing how to fight, she gets a bit paranoid, and finds everything to be a threat. Accidentally gets into a scrappy situation with someone who's a lesser fighter than herself, roughs 'em up, but ultimately feels bad and offers to train them.
Given her situation in the last two plots, tries trusting someone, but they end up *actually* being someone who's out to get her. Gets into a bad situation, whether they try to abuse her, abduct her, or maybe they're even one of Arya's enemies? (dun dun dunnnnn) Anywho, somehow manages to get out mostly unscathed, runs home to mumsy, trains more, decides to travel with the 'rents for a little bit.Favorite GoT Character: I DO NOT WATCH THE SHOW SUMM. But sooooon I hope =D But as far as the books go? I have to say Ygritte. Because while her life in the books was short, she was one hell of an inspiring little spitfire. <3
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:58 pm
All Men Must Die... Foal Name: Felicitas Stark Temper: Joyful Personality:Felicitas is, without a doubt, simply joyful. Felcitas is happy, bouncy, full of joy and optimism to the point of annoying, and all together enjoying life. She greets challenges like they are games, and games as if they are friends. It is as though she has not a care in the world, living in the present and enjoying each moment for what it is. Though she is stubborn, and demanding, a bit bossy, and maybe just a hint of haughty. She isn’t a Snow White or Prince Charming to be always virtuous and wonderful, even if she seems to be most of the time. Felicitas has a kind generous heart that wants to not hurt things, wants to see them grow and blossom instead. Don’t get her started on fighting. She has tirades about why it is a stupid and pointless endeavor. For that matter, she has tirades on a lot of things. They are fun. Plots?: I am thinking things like butting heads with her mom, her first kill, finding love, and all that classic stuff. I am also thinking about the idea of her setting off on her own before she is truly ready and finding out how cruel the world can be. Basically push her to the limits but not breaking her. Let her see the reasoning behind her parents behaviors and eventually, while not agreeing completely with them, at least coming to understand and appreciate them better. I don't want to get too specific right now as life for her really depends on who comes into it. I would like her to stay a happy one though. Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: The throne should rule itself! Honestly not a clue. Don’t know a full paragraph about Game of Thrones.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 8:34 am
...But We Are Not Men.
Foal Name: Edmarra Stark, Marra or Edy (Ee-dee)to her family
Temper:
… So I can't really sum her up in a single word, so here is a bit about her personality. Edmarra is determined and relentless when it comes to what she believes in. She is wary of outsiders, finding it difficult to make friends outside of blood. She trusts only family, with her twin being the one she trusts above all else. She has the knowledge of how to fight to protect herself – but she dislikes the idea of initiating violence, and if she is forced into confrontation, she prefers to use her own paws over any implements, though she has trained with and was gifted with a sword once she reached adulthood. Her true weapon of choice is her honey-coated words which deliver poisoned barbs that become embedded in her targets mind, sowing seeds of doubt and shaken confidence.
Her story:
Swords and claws can bring pain and even death. Death is far too permanent a thing, and physical pain can only last for so long until it is dulled, forgotten, able to be brushed aside. Words however, words have power. They can bring about change. They can bring about healing. But they can also bring pain. And a pain that lasts far longer than any mere physical discomfort.
This was a fact that Edy knew all too well.
Wimp. Weakling. Scaredy cat.Failure. Throughout her life, she had been called names like these, and worse. Each one an invisible scar left in her soul, even as she fought to overcome and prove each of the names wrong.
Weakling... well as a foal she was small, almost exceptionally so. It was a physical limitation about which she could do nothing truly. So she became smarter. She learned her limits and how to push past them. So what if she couldn't move a big rock or piece of wood like Rodrick, or her older sister. She was smart. She could figure out how to get over or around it in less than half the time. Wimp, well, that was all about physical strength, so once she figured out it didn't really mean that much, it became the first scar. Something so small as to be almost invisible. But one she remembers to remind her to overcome.
Wimp... So what if the thought of hunting and killing some poor defenseless creature turned her stomach, and made her physically ill to even contemplate. The thought that something would have to die.. it just didn't seem right. So she refused lessons on how the fight to kill. It was just something that never interested her. Until the day she was attacked by a bear cub. Starving and alone, half-mad with grief, when she stumbled into its path, it attacked her. It was more than ready to kill her. So she did what she had to do to survive. And that creature's blood stained her paws.
If she couldn't kill for no reason, well, she proved that if her life was at risk, she was willing to kill to save herself. And the fact that poor little Edy was not someone to be underestimated. Though it wasn't necessarily something to be proud of, being forced to take another's life, this scar is one she often looks at to remind her of what she was and what she could find in herself to overcome.
Words. Words can hurt. They can inspire change. They can heal. But more importantly, they can be overcome.
Favorite GoT Character: Tyrion, Dany, the dragons
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 11:31 am
All Men Must Die... Foal Name: Tíbrá Stark (Her family could call her Tibby much to her dismay.) Name Meaning: Tíbrá is the Icelandic word for 'mirage'. Temper: Delphic (secret; obscure in meaning) Personality: Born the eldest child of a very loving family, Tíbrá has had a good life. Never wanting for food or attention. This has allowed her to look deep within herself and become that which she has been named, a mirage. Her mother is a great fighter, and she has taken the warrior mindset and applied it to a unique and stealthy fighting style. Her swift paws allow her to be silent in her approach, her training gives her the strength needed for the pounce, Tíbrá is not one who likes to fail, and would take it as a personal insult if she did. So she strives not to. This mare will be very driven, but also cautious. She will never approach someone outright, unless its her direct family. Even Eloise and Greyworm will be stalked a bit before she interacts with them. In this she becomes the mirage and lives her life to the fullest. Plots?: I will be honest here and say that I am not good at setting down plots ahead of time, as I often change my mind on the fly on where my pony will go and what they will do. So I prefer not to set up anything in advanced, but I can promise that should I win she would be extensively RPed, plotted, and not used a breeding fodder or sig candy. ^_^ Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Jaime Lannister! -Is shot- No but seriously I think the Dany has the best shot at it due to sheer determination and force of will, and I mean she does have at least one dragon that 'listens' to her. xD
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 11:52 am
All Men Must Die... Foal Name: Aldreda Stark - Derived from the Old English elements æðel "noble" and þryð "strength". Temper: Tenacious Personality: Aldreda, Deda to her siblings, has embraced being a warrior. Not because she likes fighting or killing, but because she's good at it and she sees it as her way of helping her family. She is very physically strong, but doesn't make a big deal out of it, just moves to help when she sees a need. And she's stubborn, she'll keep at something long past when anyone else would have stopped if she sees it is needful for her family. Deda is also fairly pragmatic, in a quiet way. She doesn't make a big deal out of things she can't change, just accepts them and moves on to the next thing. That sometimes leaves others thinking she's simple, but she doesn't mind that perception. She just doesn't see the value in fretting over something she can't change. Or talking about something that needs changing, after all, if it needs changing and she can change it, why delay? So when she comes up with a solution, even if others might think it's a bad idea, as long as she's the only one at risk, she immediately takes action. She understands that because Rodrick is the boy he'll end up head of the family. But she never forgets that she's the oldest, and takes responsibility for her siblings as her duty. Plots?: [My Little Brother] - At some point Aldreda and Rodrick end up on opposite sides of a decision. Deda normally lets him have his say, but this time she's fairly certain he's a wool-headed idiot and she's not backing down. She is his Older sister after all. [There go the Twins Again] - Deda loves her sisters, but sometimes they get into the stickiest of situations. And leave Aldreda to charge in and save the day. (this could be a real need or a case of Aldreda running to 'save' them from something they weren't threatened by.) [To Stop the Dreams] - Arya had one of her nightmares again. Aldreda knows the story, at least for the most part, and thinks she can help. After all, if her Mother's Herd was found, she could reunite with her family and maybe the dreams would stop, or at least be better. So Deda sets off one night on a grand quest to find her mother's siblings. [Not the Family I was Looking For] - Aldreda didn't really know where she was going or what she was doing, but she was strong and smart and a good fighter so she figured that'd make up for it. A sudden snowstorm with full white-out conditions leaves her wandering, lost in the mountains. She finds a herd, but it's Yorick's childhood home, not her mother's she's found. They are territorial but even they wouldn't send a young mare back out into that weather. Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Shireen Baratheon - because it's who you want, so why not?
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 12:28 pm
...But We Are Not Men. Foal Name: Isolde Stark - composed of the elements is "ice, iron" and hild "battle". Temper: Timid Her story: Isolde was well aware of death. She'd listened to her mother's stories and plans. She'd heard her father talk of his father. And she paid attention to the tale of how her parents had met. All in all, the world sounded like a dangerous and deadly place. And she was perfectly happy with her family, where it was safe. So how had she managed to get herself lost, out in the woods, by herself? The trees loom over head like skeletons against a cloudless sky, reaching up into the cold, infinite and unforgiving nothingness. She had been taught to believe in the idea that their ancestors watched over them, but she couldn't believe it. After all, if that was true, why would anything bad ever happen. So far as she could tell there wasn't anything outside of what was here and now. Which was a disturbing enough thought when she was with her family. But it left her feeling utterly alone now. She sighs, her breath puffing in front of her face. Of course her sister would wander off, of course they would all be sent out to look for her. Isolde couldn't see how the rest of them getting lost and scattered would help. Sure, Rodrick had insisted they learn to defend themselves. And she was a pretty fast runner, so maybe she wouldn't even need to fight. But out here, alone, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd be the next tragedy her family would mourn. She didn't dare call out for her sister, after all, anyone might hear and she could bring danger back on herself. So she crunched warily through the snow, afraid to find anything. She might have been named to be a warrior but it was the furthest thing from who she actually was. Trying not to go so far she couldn't find her way back, Isolde circles the areas she knows, cursing the fall of snow that blanketed the ground after her sister took it in her head to get herself lost. If they had known she was gone before the snow fell, or she had waited until after, the whole search wouldn't have been necessary. Isolde might not like being away from her family, but that didn't mean she hadn't been trained to survive in the woods, to follow tracks and find food. And she was the best at it. Which probably came from the high attention to detail that fear brought out. Missing home, she was glad when she saw the sun kissing the horizon, it was time to turn back. Maybe someone else had found her sister, maybe she had made it back on her own. Isolde hoped so. But more than that she hoped that she'd be allowed to curl up in the cave with her crafts and forget this whole experience. She loved hearing the stories of adventures from her parents and siblings, but having them for herself was more than she ever cared for. Favorite GoT Character: Daenerys Targaryen - cause dragons.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 3:47 pm
...But We Are Not Men. Foal Name: Aloy Stark Temper: Altruistic Her story: “This is the story of how I died… oh wait wrong story, not my story, but interesting nonetheless. There is magic, adventure, romance, and dashing stallion named—”
“Aloy! Get on with the right story!”
“Oh sorry, I digress, this is the story of how I became a protector of good and a nuisance to evil.”
How is one to know that a day would be different from the rest? That one event would cause a ripple effect that would forever change the course of one’s destiny? And how was that individual to know that such an action would then forever define them? Truth is, you never know. Some accept the worn path stretching out before them, while others bravely strike their own. Is this one of those tales? Only time will tell.
Fresh blood soaked the dry dusty earth; the dehydrated land thirsted for water but settled for the blood instead. The body of the stallion was still warm; rigor mortis would not set in for a few more hours. The woods were not silent at the horror before them, instead they sang with life, oblivious to the brutal scene. Closer to the body, the sounds of the woods were drowned out by yowls of grief and heartbreak.
A mare stood above the slowly cooling body of her mate, her own coat caked in blood. None of it was hers. A heart wrenching sound was emanating from the mare; her grief was almost palpable.
Aloy stood in the shadows, watching the mare and not knowing what to do. The scent of blood had drawn her to this horrid scene; the wolf mare did not know why she stayed, nevertheless she wanted to help the family in any way that she could. As she was deliberating her next move, a stallion approached her, his grief was almost as palpable as the mare’s, and his voice was barely above a whisper “His death was frivolous, he died because he had in possession something shiny. If my brother had just given the Beast the stupid trinket perhaps he would be alive right now. Family heirloom or not, it was not worth dying over.”
Aloy stood in silence, she was a stranger and yet the grieving brother welcomed her and told the sad tale he had witnessed. A dangerous idea came to mind, it would not bring back the dead and it may even get her killed, but it was worth a shot.
“Do you want it back?”
The stallion gave her a perplexed look, surprised at her presence or question Aloy did not know. So she rephrased the question, “Do you want the trinket that was stolen?”
A battle of emotions crossed the stallion’s countenance: anger, hope, despair. “I know the answer should be ‘no’, it only caused heartache, but it was something my brother prized more than his own life,” a long sigh escaped the stallion, “yes, if possible, I would want the cursed thing back.”
“And so the great Aloy learned all she could of her prey and went off in search for the trinket for she is brave, kind, compassionate, resourceful –”
“And going off on a tangent, Aloy focus!”
“Oh right, sorry, where was I?”
The beast that had taken a life for a trinket appeared to be monster inside and out. The description the stallion gave could give any one nightmares and here she was about to steal from it. Aloy was many things, including smart, but sometimes compassion and the need to help others overruled her self-preservation reflex.
For as long as she could remember, Aloy felt the need to help those less fortunate. This would manifest in all sorts of ways from sharing her meals, hunting or gathering, and even taking on the role of protector. It irked her to see people live in excess while there were so many who were suffering; however she had done nothing about it before today, this is the first time that she was actually going to steal anything. Would it become a habit? Perhaps in modulation and only stealing from those who stole in the first place. In this situation, she knew that the trinket would not bring back the dead, but she wanted to bring some happiness to the family who just lost someone. Aloy just wanted everyone to be happy (well not the ones that were evil and stealing from the less fortunate of course).
It was insanely easy to track the monster back to its lair; he was begging to be followed and discovered. “IT’S A TRAP!” screamed in Aloy’s head as she surveyed the scene but there was no use getting her tail into a twist worrying about it. She had made a promise and she would keep that promise no matter what.
The worst part about the lair was the putrid stench it exuded; it caused her eyes to burn and her nose to itch. The smell would make it harder to track the beast, but then the same could be said vice a versa; he would have trouble catching her scent.
No time like the present. With that thought, Aloy jumped out of hiding and snuck into the cave, activating the trap placed by the monster.
“The End.”
“Wait, what happened? I know you lived of course, but what happened after you activated the trap?”
“I can’t let you know all my secrets. However, I can tell you this; I snagged the trinket and a few others before getting out of that disgusting cave. Seriously that monster needs to pick up after himself.”
“….”
“And that is how I became the Great Aloy, Protector of Good and nagging fly, I mean Nuisance to Evil!”
“But…”
“Just go with it. It’s a story for another time, and let me tell you, it’s a riveting one!” Favorite GoT Character: Tyrion Lannister
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 7:00 pm
...But We Are Not Men. Foal Name: Eliena Stark Temper: n/a Her story: Eliena was finally an adult. But somehow it wasn't what it seemed it would be. She loved life as a foal. Playing about and getting into trouble. Although now she had responsibilities to take care of. It was tiring but she wasn't about to give in to any of it. Strong like her mother. Never backing down. Up for any challenge. That is what being a Stark meant to Eliena and she was proud of her bloodline. A typical day for this mare was to go out and find food. Something she liked to do in order to help out her family. After that she would sun bathe or play in a lake near by. Because life without any fun at all would be boring. Then it was off to learn how to fight to protect what was important to her. Later on in the day she would practice being graceful with dancing as it hit the points of moving with grace and smooth steady movements that are helpful in not only being a lady but a fighter as well. Once her dancing was over it was time for some down time. She had met teachers along the way of growing up in which she has teach her a lot of things. As well as members of her family. Knowledge is key and she seems to seek it out within and without her family. The more she can learn the better she can protect what she holds dear to her heart. When she isn't taking her dancing lessons she is hearing stories from all over the lands. When she isn't practicing her fighting styles and movements. She is out learning what plants can do what. How to grow them and what is needed to do in order to turn them into healing and medical needs or into poisons. There was never enough hours in the day to learn all that she wanted it. All this knowledge she would come home with and share with her family. These were her typical everyday life and she loved it. To her knowledge was the most powerful thing. Favorite GoT Character: Arya and The Queen of Dragons. They are tied in my book.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 7:30 pm
All Men Must Die... Foal Name: Ygg Stark Temper: Immovable Personality: Ygg was born with fire in her blood, a quiet passion that burns behind her eyes at all times. She is generally quiet, though her mind is always working. She's clever and intelligent, and always focused on her plans. She doesn't take kindly to the over-protectiveness of her brother and will often spar with him to prove her own strength. She can be proud and stubborn, particularly when working with others as she thinks her way is the only way. She often wanders on her own, wondering what life as a lone wolf might be like. She's always drawn back home, however, for one reason or another. She takes much after her mother and admires her greatly for her strength and warrior attitude. She strives to be more like her each day, desperate for her approval. She will undertake many trials to impress Arya, going after bigger and better prey or fighting off worse evil. Plots?: I would like to eventually develop her relationship with her brother to one of a partnership, equality. I want them to earn each other's respect and become a team. Eventually I want her to break away and try the lone wolf life -only to find that she hates it and misses her family. Perhaps something bad befalls her or the loneliness without her family is agonizing. After this I want her to return and feel truly a part of the pack and appreciate the family further. Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Honestly I'd love to see Danaerys on the iron throne - with Yara as her wife XDD *Things that will never happen* Ygg is a legendary demon tree that fed on human flesh in the ironborn legends. According to legend, the Grey King carved the first longship from Ygg's hard pale wood. It is unknown if Ygg was a weirwood, as the First Men of old hung the entrails of the condemned in the branches of heart trees. Arya is one for legends and tales and I thought she'd probably take names from history as she did for Nymeria.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 7:48 pm
...But We Are Not Men. Foal Name: Kyra Stark Temper: Mimicking Her story: (This story will take place in her early young adult stage, where she's not quite 'grown up' but still has a childlike wonder to the world.) The icy north held very little in the way of wonder for the young mare as she pondered about in search of something to do. Her siblings were off doing whatever it was they did during this time of day and she, as always, found reason to sneak away and just be herself. Today she wanted to find another animal to learn about but there wasn't really any in sight at this time, so she looked towards the pine trees off to the left and wondered if she should dare the close touching trees and see what there was to see. Her father had always told her to be very wary of those trees as they held dangers that were far too much for the young adults at this time in their life but she couldn't help but want to know what was in there. Biting her lip she darted her red glowing eyes to where her parents were combat training the others and before they noticed she was off like a shot into the trees. The pine nettles brushed her sides and got caught in her fluffy tail but she didn't mind. She had a habit of mimicking everything in sight and just decided the stray nettles obviously made her a pine tree at this time so she ignored them. Looking about she heard some birds chirping in the trees high above and manipulated her lips into a funny pucker before she whistled their tune right back at them. The sweet trilling chirps stopped for a second before a couple of questioning chirps answered her back. Now Kyra may be able to mimic their noises but she has no idea what she was saying, if she was saying anything, to them. So when she continued whistling, trilling, and chirping at the birds she was almost expected them to come darting down and so they did, their tiny wings beating at her face in anger. Not wanting to hurt the little sparrows she hid her face and ran forward to escape their wrath. Soon they broke off with agitated but somehow satisfied chirps before returning to their nests high in the trees. Kyra, though slightly covered in bird scratches, smiled brightly. She hoped someday that she would be able to understand the birds but she doubted it. Mimicry could only take you so far. Continuing her walk forward she heard many an animal and tried to mimic their sounds but failed more often than not and had to run from more and more agitated fauna. Never once did the smile leave her face though for this young mare was having the time of her life! Sadly she was unaware that she was getting herself further and further into the trees and walking right into danger. The forest became thicker, the tops of the trees blocked a lot of the snow and several patches of the ground where covered in dry brown nettles instead of the brilliant white snow she was used to. This was curious to her and she leaned over to examine things unaware that she was being watched. Cold yellow eyes gleamed from deeper within the trees, sharp fangs bared in a bright grin. A large Hippolona stallion was staring at the unaware young mare, his claws raking the earth in anticipation of an easy meal. However he didn't quite expect his prize to speak up all of a sudden, her words gentle and soft but full of an odd icy coldness at the same time. "I know you are there stallion. You reek of blood, violence, and the hunt." Taken aback the Hippolona eyed her for a second before showing himself to her. "Hmmm... Quite a bit more perceptive than I thought aren't you...." He grimaced at her and started to move left then right in a small agitated semi-circle. He could see her paws and teeth and had no intention of trying her in a straight up fight, for something about her struck him as off. He knew she was hiding something and he had a feeling it was not just a will to live but a fighting spirit. Carefully he stepped back and said, "Fine then filly. Run back to your family and be warned to never enter these woods again... For if you do I will be waiting and next time, you won't see me coming." With that he melted back into the trees and the unsettling way of his departure left the young mare with a fluttering heart and paws itchy to run. This however she knew was a bad idea and instead she backed away until she bumped into a tree, before she turned and fled, albeit slowly, in the direction she came from. Once again her mimicry had saved her life. Taking on the personality of her only brother had allowed her to bluff the predator into leaving her alone this time. However she also knew that she should have listened to her father and decided to take the Hippolona at his words. She'd never step into this forest again... Favorite GoT Character: Loras Tyrell. xD He's got the right level of snark mixed with the I don't care what you think attitude. I adore him to pieces.
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