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bybloods · 4 days ago

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⧼ lily rose depp + twenty four + cis woman + she/her ⧽ the gates of highgarden open for the arrival of erena bolton from house bolton of the dreadfort ! it is known throughout the realm that her aura exudes devotion and cunning; however, beneath the silken robes that shine in the sun, whispers run that she is pragmatic and also cryptic. visions of her always relate to carrion under a heavy snowfall, no one witnesses you in death until spring's great melt; you wake to the full moon, having sweat through the sheets — you fear you'll one day drown in your sleep; brutality hidden in the gentle bend of your fingers, nestled in the soft curve of your throat; power, to the powerless, is bathed in ethereal beauty — and she sings to you siren songs; “last year, i abstained. this year, i devour.”; but make no mistake, in the shadows, they hide the fact that she has been feigning the disappearance of her greensight ! i wish you good fortune in the wars to come.

❦ 001. DOSSIER .

FULL NAME erena bolton TITLE(S) lady of the dreadfort, the daughter of the dreadfort AGE twenty four BIRTHDATE the twenty seventh day of te tenth moon GENDER & PRONOUNS cis woman, she/her ORIENTATION bisexual, biromantic RELIGION the old gods LANGUAGES SPOKEN the common tongue, with a northern accent ALLEGIANCE house bolton

FATHER former lord bolton MOTHER former lady bolton SIBLINGS ruling lady bolton, liege bolton née stark, lord ronan bolton, liege robyn bolton MARITAL STATUS unmarried, unbetrothed RELATIVES house stark (good family)

ABILITIES greensight MORAL ALIGNMENT toeing the line between chaotic neutral and neutral evil POSITIVES cunning, exacting, devoted, cautious NEGATIVE cryptic, contradictory, pragmatic, egocentric PASS TIMES herbology, and by extension poultices and potions — and by extension, spiking the ale of whoever's getting on her nerves with ye old hallucinogens or sleeping pills, whittling, long walks, prayer WIELDS a modest sized hunting knife with an intricately carved hilt meant to look like a skeleton's ribcage (its skull for the pommel). she's best at intricate, delicate knife work — skinning small animals, whittling, scaling a fish CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS anakin skywalker (star wars), shauna shipman (yellowjackets), skade (the last kingdom), olga of the birch forest (the northman), alys rivers (house of the dragon), lottie matthews (yellowjackets)

HEIGHT 5 foot 5, 165 cm BUILD slightly wispy, unassuming, very pale HAIR the dark, oil slick black that is characteristic of house bolton, falls to her tailbone and is often styled for practicality, as is the northern way EYES round and doe - like, as black and glassy as a raven's, more of a negative space than an iris, in truth NOTABLE FEATURES boasts a notably scathing stare, one accompanied by seemingly eternal purple shadows under her eyes that are born of a lack of sleep WARDROBE dresses solely in the colours of her house. this means a whole lot of red, black and pink — but erena is very much partial to pink gowns. all else is usually black. leather and fur are her most worn materials, as to combat the chill of the north FACE lily rose depp

❦ 002. IN DEPTH .

on the morning that you came forth wailing, three ravens were sent carrying identical letters. all bore a seal that boasted a flayed man, wax the same shade of pink as your infant face — enraged at having been unceremoniously ejected from your mother’s womb and straight into the northern chill. the announcement of the birth of lady erena bolton was curt, penned in your mother’s handwriting rather than your father’s. the first was intended for winterfell, to announce your birth to the dreadfort’s liege lords. the second and third were headed for other northern seats to inform your mother's kin of the addition to her brood. though accustomed to navigating heavy snowfall, none of the ravens reached their intended destination. the smallfolk called it an ill omen, and the whispers of it stuck to you like a shadow.

you were a quiet child, one who was like to hide behind your mother’s skirts from all things unfamiliar. even as you grew beyond your tenth year, it was rare that you would be found out of her sight. you followed in your mother’s footsteps in more ways than just once, the spitting image of a lady of her house. the lord of the dreadfort had always hailed a child who took after him, wishing not so privately for all of his brood to bear the ghost grey irises he himself did. you examined his portrait where it hung in the dreadfort’s library time and time again, young and desperate to know your place in the world — your world being the space within the walls of the dreadfort, its smokey gothic ceilings your sky. you saw nothing of yourself in his oil-painted features.

at ten and four, your strange girlhood mannerisms shifted from endearing to concerning. handmaids would come to wake you each morning and find you already gone, sheets cold — that, or never slept in. hours upon hours were spent in the godswood, with hollow claims of prayer recited dutifully as they ticked away. in truth, you felt haunted by something — but how could you admit it? how could you stand before the man believed to be the most pragmatic of the northmen, and tell him that the face of the weirwood tree showed you things — puzzles you could not untangle, dilemmas that you couldn’t know were yet to be dilemmas. yet, still, it whispered to you in the dead of night when all else was still.

when the dreams sent by the trees began to come to pass, you would recognize them in fleeting moments. for a second’s breadth, you would feel as if you had been in this moment before — that you had known it was coming and that you had possessed, fleetingly, the ability to alter its inevitability. but they confused you, plaguing you with headaches that left you immobile. worst of all, they brought you terror — fear that could not be assuaged, fear of your own powerlessness surrounding your ability. you began to avoid sleep in an attempt to stop the dreams, but they came to you anyway — in daydreams, in quiet moments. wherever you hid, the omens found you, prophetic and strange and all-consuming. when your mother dies, the tether to the quiet girl you’d once been snaps.

the smallfolk around the dreadfort had long been avoiding mention of your name — to speak of you was to invoke your strangeness, to witness your shadow pass their window in the dead of night. a harbinger of gloom, you are rejected by the people who live in the shadow of the walls around your birthplace. when your dreams become indecipherable, heavy with imagery that the gods have not shown you until now, the small control that you had over the sight dissipates. rather than speak your confusion aloud, to seem as if you are not in control, you feign its absence.

❦ 003. EXTRAS .

throughout the north, erena is known for being unnerving. she’s no stranger to lingering eye contact, to speaking in confusing riddles, or to flouting social custom when it suits her. she has never been terribly present in the day to day interactions with the smallfolk or the staff in winterfell’s keep. while her parents were alive, her mother worked hard to protect her youngest child's reputation amongst their people — however, that buffer is no longer in place.

erena’s green dreams come to her as frightening, ominous, cryptic visions that remind too closely of reality. often, she struggles to differentiate between a green dream and waking life until something truly unnatural unfolds. they come to her in moments of rest — when she is sleeping, in day dreams, or in dissociative moments. what plagues her more than the dreams themselves is the unravelling of them. she is not adept at discerning the meaning of things the sight chooses to show her, though she would be remiss to admit as much. she often lies about her dreams — fabricating small details to mould them to the meaning she’s ascribed to them, lying about whether or not she’s had one, or rattling off a possible meaning as far as possible from what she truly believes. her greensight is not public knowledge — only those in her house are aware. the rest of the realm simply believes she must be part ghoul or something of the like, haunting the dreadfort’s godswood at all hours of the night, looking a fright as she does. however, for a few months now she has been feigning their absence rather than admit that they are coming more frequently, and with increasingly concerning and confusing imagery and messages that remain lost to her.

her siblings know of her greensight — whether they truly believe in its efficacy is another thing entirely. regardless, erena often lies about the contents of her dreams or what she believes them to mean. having people not entirely on board with the prophetic dreams thing gives her full control over the outcome of her dreams and ensures that she doesn’t end up as a political tool — thus, she prefers it that way. it is her ability, and she alone wields it like a finely honed weapon. that being said, half of the time she can’t wield it at all. she is not in control of when she dreams, nor is she adept at interpreting their true meanings. she becomes better with practice, but her egocentrism and general scattered mind from lack of sleep are no help.

she toes the line of antagonism, perching precariously on the precipice of something nefarious. she knows her own potential, sees the future cryptically through her green dreams, and yet can do absolutely nothing the change their happenings until she can work them out fully — a feat she has yet to master. the weight of that powerlessness weighs heavy on her shoulder, and i the wrong person offered her the right advantage she would be quick to snap at it. she’s interested in power in a way that’s more about control than it is about politics. she wishes to be the master of her own universe — thrones, titles and crowns do not call to her.

she is morally grey. operating solely in the pursuit of her own wishes, unattached to any person or entity in a significant way (at this point in time eyes emoji) and a bit of a pariah amongst her own people, she surely isn’t going to be anybody’s hero any time soon. she does what she wants, when she wants to do it, regardless of repercussions.

despite this disconnect from other people, erena is loyal first to her house and family — though she couldn’t tell you exactly why if you asked. she loves her elder siblings deeply in a way only a youngest sister could, and a small, embarrassed part of her seeks the adoration and approval of all of them. despite this, she feels no obligation to support them politically or in terms of the starks’ hold over the north, etc.

she’s very feminine coded in a general way — her relative youth and her being the youngest bolton daughter is integral to her character in a lot of ways: it’s in her subtle selfishness, her mistrust of nearly everyone else’s judgement, in her scrabbling for power over her green dreams, the way she’s reacted to the loss of her mother and father, her girlish preference for pink, and it’s in the art of dreaming in general — which is something so often associated with women over other genders.

#skyofashe.intro #⋆ ii. / erena bolton .

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film-comcept · 10 months ago

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2016

The Witch as Thomasin

Morgan as Morgan

Split as Casey Cooke

2017

Marrowbone as Allie

Thoroughbreds as Lily Reynolds

2019

Glass as Casey Cooke

Playmobil: The Movie as Marla Brenner

Radioactive as Irène Curie