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Name: Lady Dahlia Arryn. Face claim: Marina Moschen (Selena in Deus Salve o Rei.) Born: Around 96 AC. (Age can vary depending on threads or AUs.) A distant cousin of Rodrik Arryn. She is the daughter of Beric Arryn and Ellyn Arryn (nee Hunter.)
Biography.
Dahlia was born in Longbow Hall to Lord Beric and Lady Ellyn (nee: Hunter). They had chosen to live in the halls where Ellyn was most familiar with and with her own family. Dahlia grew up in the halls of Longbow but also in the mountain ranges that surrounded her home. Even young, Dahlia was more spirited than the other girls she grew up around. Dahlia was dutiful in her lessons with the Septa, but she also loved exploring the caves in the mountains or the forest around her home. She had even taken to training in the courtyard with the squires; her grandsire and mother had been the ones to teach her how to use a bow. Her father had followed her training by adding a sword. The Vale had been known to have warriors, and she would be no different. However, it was when she was ten and two that she was brought to the Eyrie with her father and mother in an attempt to find a suitor. Her cousin, Lady Jenye Arryn, had welcomed her with open arms and was more than happy to have more family around. Her parents had hoped that being at court with her cousins would help her pick a proper suitor, but that wasn’t the case. Lady Jeyne had instead encouraged her to do what interested her, promising her parents she would find a suitable match for Dahlia. It wasn’t too long after this that Lady Ellyn’s father grew sick, and her parents were summoned back to Longbow Hall, and Dahlia stayed with her cousin. Dahlia grew to enjoy the life at the Eyrie and all the guests that seemed to come. She loved how lively it was. There was a chance she would be considered heir to her cousin should they continue to grow closer. At first, it hadn’t been something she believed or even truly wanted, but seeing her cousin in such a place of power inspired her to strive for more. During her time at the Eyrie, she would slowly come to learn about the dispute in King’s Landing.
Personality.
Dahlia enjoys both silk dresses and leathers. She doesn’t see why she can’t wear both or why it isn’t ladylike to enjoy training with swords and bows. Either way, her parents never made her feel terrible that she had such interest. They would allow her to explore and express herself as long as she stayed respectful. Or tried to. She can be pretty outspoken and doesn’t believe in hiding the truth. She is relatively independent. Once she sets her mind on something, Dahlia is determined to achieve it. Dahlia believes herself to be a mixture of beauty and bravery. She loves animals and even has two hounds she has cared for since they were young, Dawn and Dusk. Many teased her over their names, but she believed them perfect for her beloved hounds. Dahlia enjoys learning, no matter the subject, thinking it will eventually aid her.
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change came in 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, set her soul on 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒
NOME COMPLETO: Artemise Killoran Black.
IDADE: 100 anos, aparenta 21.
DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 21 de fevereiro de 1918.
ESPÉCIE: Bruxa.
REINO: Reino Zahab.
OCUPAÇÃO: Chefe da guarda real.
GÊNERO: Cisgênero feminino.
FACECLAIM: Marina Moschen.
ANTES DA GUERRA
⊰ ⛧ ⊱ Artemise cresceu em uma bela família de bruxos, sempre teve conhecimento da criação feita pelo Deus que criará também as fadas mas nunca pensou muito naquilo já que seus focos sempre foram em aprender a dominar a magia em si, aprender a lidar com tudo aquilo ela só não esperava que duraria tão pouco tempo.
DURANTE A GUERRA
⊰ ⛧ ⊱ A família toda de Artemise foi morta durante a guerra, foi morta pelos humanos que outrora foram bons consigo mas que mostraram ser piores do que os monstros. Quando o auge atingiu a guerra, a jovem tentou manter-se longe mas pelo visto os anjos eram mais poderosos e a dor assolou sua alma, acompanhada do sangue e os olhos escuros se fixaram na espada que atravessou sua barriga em um golpe desferido por um humano.
⊰ ⛧ ⊱ O corpo esgui caiu ao chão e tudo pareceu se apagar, a escuridão lhe assolou e o ultimo suspiro escapou pelos lábios de Artemise e sua mente apagou-se juntamente com o primeiro mundo criado por Deus.
DEPOIS DA GUERRA
⊰ ⛧ ⊱ Seus olhos se abriram como se saisse de um sono profundo, tudo sobre a vida antiga fora apagado de sua mente e logo adaptou-se a nova família. Uma família bem parecida com sua antiga que sequer se lembra, uma família unida e cheia de carinho uns com os outros embora antigamente não tivesse irmãos, naquele momento ela tinha.
⊰ ⛧ ⊱ Ainda muito nova podia sentir seus poderes mágicos, sentia seu ladoo burxa embora não mostrasse para as pessoas por medo do que poderiam fazer. Apenas seus amigos mais íntimos sabiam daquilo, tanto que ajudaram ela a lidar e dominar toda aquela magia existente dentro de si mesmo que soubesse que talvez nunca usasse tal coisa.
⊰ ⛧ ⊱ Dedicou-se e muito aos seus estudos naquela nova era, mostrando-se ótima em artes marciais ou lutas antigas de modo que pensava em bricadeira ter sido guerreira em outra vida (mal sabendo que realmente havia sido), tanta dedicação acabou por ser muito bem recompensada quando se tornou chefe da guarda real de Zahab e o orgulho pareceu preencher toda a alma da jovem bruxa.
PERSONALIDADE
⊰ ⛧ ⊱ Justa, bondosa, leal e decidida são qualidades que descrevem perfeitamente Artemise. É uma guarda muito dedicada no que faz, buscando nunca ser injusta em suas decisões ou tratando mal tanto prisioneiros quando pessoas normais do reino. Porém, cabeça dura, direta e sarcástica são os defeitos presentes na jovem bruxa as vezes acabando por falar coisas que não deve magoando as outras pessoas.
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