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VALERIA STARK ❝ The South can keep its games. Here in the North, we do not kneel. ❞ ​ Setting: Westeros – Game of Thrones Allegiance: House Stark of Winterfell Role: The Iceborn Lady, Warrior of the North Age: 20 Born the youngest daughter of Lord Stark, Lady Valeria was never meant for courtly life. Raised among warriors and direwolves, she trained in secret with the Stark men, mastering the blade with the tenacity of a Northern wolf. When the War of the Five Kings shattered the realm, she took up her family's Valyrian steel sword, Frostfang, vowing to protect Winterfell at all costs. Legends speak of her as "The Iceborn Lady," a woman who walks the frozen tundra alone, unafraid of the White Walkers or the biting winds of the North. Some claim she is part direwolf, others say she is a ghost of the Old Gods come to life. The truth? She is merely a Stark—cold, unyielding, and forever bound to her home. ambience⠀♫⠀​

 

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JAIDYN BLACKTHORNE ❝ Men speak their truest words with ale on their breath and a warm body at their side. ❞ ​ Setting: Westeros – Game of Thrones Allegiance: House Blackthorne (Minor noble house sworn to House Baratheon) Role: Tavern owner & informant Age: 24 Jaidyn Blackthorne was born into a minor noble family that fell into ruin after her father backed the wrong side in Robert's Rebellion. Stripped of lands and titles, her family was left with nothing but a crumbling inn on the outskirts of Storm's End. Instead of wallowing in misery, Sera took charge, turning the inn into The Stag's Rest, a thriving tavern known for its fine ale, lively atmosphere, and well-kept secrets. Despite her station, she moves between worlds with ease—equally comfortable drinking with sellswords, seducing merchants, or exchanging whispers with highborn lords who visit her establishment. While many see her as a simple innkeeper, those who know better understand that she's a powerful informant, selling knowledge to the highest bidder and quietly playing her own game. ambience⠀♫⠀​

 

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SERAPHINE ❝ He may own my body, but my soul remains my own... ❞ ​ Setting: Medieval Era Allegiance: House d'Vallière, a once-great noble house on the brink of ruin Age: 17-18 Born into the noble House d'Vallière, Sera was raised in a world of refinement and grace, taught that duty to family outweighed personal desires. But when her father's debts and failed alliances led their house to the brink of ruin, she was bartered away in marriage to Lord Regnault de Morcenne, a man thrice her age, known for his ruthless nature and iron-fisted rule. She entered her new husband's cold stone keep with hope that she might soften him, that she might learn to endure. But reality was cruel—he saw her as nothing more than a possession, a means to secure heirs and claim her family's lands outright. Every night is a test of endurance, every morning a silent battle for survival. Yet Sera is no fool. She listens to the whispers of the court, watching, learning. She knows that even a caged bird can sing a song of rebellion. ambience⠀♫⠀​

 

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ASTRID VALTYRSDOTTIR The Stormborn Shieldmaiden ❝ Steel and honour shall carve my fate, not the words of men. ❞ Age: 23 Origin: Born of noble Viking blood in the icy fjords of Nordfjell Appearance: Astrid possesses strikingly fierce eyes, framed by warrior's braids woven with beads of her ancestors. Her face is marked with ritual tattoos, each telling a story of battles fought and oaths sworn. Clad in furs and leather, her armour is both practical and regal, reflecting her noble lineage. Background: Astrid is a storm given human form—unyielding, passionate, and fierce in battle. Though she carries the blood of Jarls, she rejects the comforts of court, choosing instead the path of the shieldmaiden. She is intelligent, fiercely loyal, and a natural leader, inspiring both admiration and fear among her people. She does not seek war, but she will wield her axe with righteous fury when her home and kin are threatened. As the daughter of Jarl Valtyr the Stormbearer, Astrid was raised amidst both the brutality of Viking raids and the wisdom of noble diplomacy. She was trained from childhood to wield the axe and shield alongside her brothers, proving her worth time and time again. When her father fell in battle, her cowardly uncle sought to claim the title of Jarl, selling their lands to foreign kings in exchange for power. Astrid, unwilling to see her people enslaved, took up arms and rallied the warriors of Nordfjell, vowing to restore honor to her bloodline. Now, she sails the frozen seas, seeking vengeance against those who betrayed her kin, carving her name into history with steel and fire. Equipment: Gungnir's Fang: A spear crafted by the finest blacksmiths of her hold, rumored to be blessed by Odin himself. Ironclad Shield: Painted with her clan's sigil, reinforced to withstand heavy blows. Wolf Cloak: Made from the pelt of a great white wolf she hunted on her first raid. Seer's Amulet: A family heirloom tied to her mother's mystical lineage, said to grant protection in battle. Allies & Rivals: Allies: The warriors of her father's clan, her blood brother Erik the Stormborn, and a seer named Freydis who interprets omens for the warband. Rivals: Jarl Bjorn Iron-Fang, a power-hungry warlord seeking to conquer her lands. ​ ambience♫Rún - SKÁLD​

 

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PRINCESS CALSITA ERYNDOR​ Calista was born a contradiction. In a family of dark-haired, olive-skinned nobles, she emerged with cascading silver-blonde hair and eyes the colour of amythests. Her presence is both haunting and divine, as if sculpted by forces beyond mortal comprehension. Though she is clothed in the richest silks and gilded embroidery, no luxury can mask the quiet distance between her and her kin. Calista is living proof of a divine tampering. Whispers surrounded her birth—some claimed she was blessed, others insisted she was cursed. But the truth is far more dangerous. Lloth, the Weaver of Lies, is said to have spun her Fate into existence, twisting the fabric of prophecy to forge a mortal who should never have been. Whether Calista was meant as a weapon, a warning, or a plaything of the gods, no one could say. From the moment she drew breath, her body hummed with latent magic, raw and uncontrollable. To suppress it, her father—King Eryndor—had an enchanted ring crafted and locked around her finger. She has never been without it, and though it keeps her powers dormant, she feels it. The whispers in her mind, the flickers of energy in her veins, the unseen forces pushing against their cage. Her family does not speak of her nature. She is an heir in name only, kept at arm's length, a daughter whose existence brings shame and fear. But beyond the court's polished façade, another truth lingers: Lloth does not forget her creations. And the ring will not hold forever. A bit about her personality... She is poised and intelligent, trained in the art of diplomacy yet forever an outsider. She masks her loneliness with icy composure, but beneath her quiet demeanor lies a relentless will. She is fascinated by lost myths, forbidden magic, and the unseen hands of the divine, particularly those who claim a stake in her Fate. She does not wish to be a pawn in a god's game, but the question remains... Is she strong enough to resist the destiny woven for her?​

 

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Evelyn "Evie" Sinclair Age: 24 Occupation: Graduate student in Literature Hair: Short dark brown Eyes: green-gray eyes Additional: Evie has delicate features and a thoughtful expression that often lingers on the edge of curiosity. Personality: She is inquisitive, perceptive, and deeply introspective. She has an innate ability to read between the lines, both in literature and in people. Evie is drawn to mysteries, not because she wants to solve them but because she wants to understand them. She carries an air of quiet determination, softened by a romantic idealism she tries to suppress. Backstory: Evie was raised by her grandmother, Eleanor Sinclair, in a house filled with stories. Eleanor had once been a professor of literature herself before retiring, and her home reflected a life devoted to words. From the moment Evie was old enough to recognize letters, she was surrounded by old books, handwritten notes in the margins, and late-night readings of classic poetry under the warm glow of a vintage lamp. Her parents, both academics, were absent for most of her life—not through neglect, but through a shared obsession with their work. Anthropologists, they traveled constantly, sending postcards from faraway lands with notes scribbled on the back about mythologies and folklore. Evie learned to cherish those postcards, seeing them as pieces of a larger narrative she could never quite complete. While their love for history and cultures fascinated her, she never resented their absence because her grandmother filled every gap with stories, both real and imagined. It was Eleanor who introduced her to the literary greats: Brontë, Woolf, Austen, but also the darker, more complex minds like Poe, Plath, and Kafka. When Eleanor spoke about books, it was never just about the words—it was about the souls behind them. "Writers are haunted people," she used to say. "You don't just read their books, Evie. You listen to their ghosts." This belief became a core part of Evie's identity. She saw literature as a dialogue with the past, with people who could no longer speak but had left echoes behind. She developed a love for marginalia, finding notes in secondhand books and imagining the people who had written them.​

 

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Lillian "Lily" Adams Age: 17 Hair: Long tawny locks with bangs Eyes: Light brown Short Description A free spirit who is always looking for beauty in the smallest things—a butterfly landing on her windowsill, the laughter of children playing outside, the smell of rain right before the storm releases their drops, and her piano, the way her slim hands can entice such sweet sounds as her fingers dance across the keys. She has an infectious joy that makes people fall in love with her, and despite her illness, she refuses to let despair take root in her heart. A rare, unnamed disease that weakens her body day by day, stealing her strength but never her spirit. Some days, she can walk and dance under the sun; others, she is too weak to lift her head. It is unpredictable, cruel, and relentless.​ ​

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Alessandra "Aless-Alice" Calloway Age: 47 Former journalist, now a part-time editor for a local magazine; Currently, an editor for a local magazine, she works from home for the most part, and in her free time, she has picked up writing again. Not really news or undercover stories, but more along the lines of personal essays, short stories, even poetry, as if rediscovering a voice she had neglected for so long.​

 

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𝕍𝔸𝕃𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼 ❝𝕍𝔸𝕃❞ 𝔻𝔼 𝕃𝕌ℂ𝔸 ❝"The trick isn't making them want you. It's making them think they had a choice." ❞​ After the arrest of crime boss Marco De Luca, his daughter, Valerie De Luca, is left holding the reins of a sprawling empire built on high-stakes real estate, black-market art deals, and the kind of money-laundering so intricate it belongs in the Louvre. Everyone thinks she'll fold. Everyone's wrong. Meanwhile, Captain Eduard Sheppard, recently returned from a life in military service, finds himself unwillingly dragged into his brother's catastrophic debt problem. His older sibling has managed to simultaneously piss off the Serbs, Russians, and Caribbean crews in South London—a feat of stupidity so grand it's almost impressive. As a man who has spent his life in war zones, Eduard expected retirement to be quieter. Instead, he's got three syndicates aiming to carve his family name off the ledger. But fate (or poor luck) hands him an unexpected opportunity: an alliance with Valeria De Luca. She doesn't offer help out of the kindness of her heart—Val never does anything without a price. She sees potential in Eduard. He has the skillset, the discipline, and, more importantly, he isn't tied to any of the criminal factions currently swarming like sharks. She needs someone capable of handling problems—the kind that can't be solved in boardrooms. Together, they strike The London Accord—a partnership that benefits them both: Eduard gets protection from Valeria's well-oiled empire and a means to dismantle his brother's debt without ending up in the Thames. Valeria gets a weapon—a seasoned soldier with no allegiances, no fear, and a moral compass she can bend just enough to keep things interesting.

 

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