Post by Arania Stark on Oct 6, 2012 0:33:09 GMT -5
Name: Lady Arania Stark, nee Hightower
Age: 20, born 360 AL (December)
Nationality: Born in the Goldlands, but currently of the North
Skills:
Fighting
--Small Blades (Melee and thrown) (60)
--Unarmed Combat (10)
Political:
-Persuasion
--Charm (76)
--Diplomacy (81)
-Intrigue
--Forgery (25)
-Espionage
--Spy Network
---Goldlands (50)
-Economic
--Finance (50)
Physical abilities
--Stealth
---Disguise (45)
---Observation (50)
Miscellaneous
-Art
--Poetry (25)
--Writing (75)
-Languages
--Valyrian (30)
--Meereenese (15)
-Poison
--Creation (25)
--Delivery (25)
Personal History:
Arania was born in the seat of learning and education to a father that valued these things in all his children, including the girls. She took to learning like a fish to water, reading by her fourth nameday, and writing a perfect hand by her sixth. When she realized not everyone knew the fine points of constructing a sonnet, or the exact syntax of an Old Valyrian sentence, she began to regard them with disdain. Although her elder brothers and sister were dear to her, she considered them beneath her in intelligence. Vanity in her wealth of knowledge and her appearance, then, came naturally to her.
When Arania was twelve, she decided to learn about the city in which she lived by a careful system of observation. Also known as: dressing in her brother's clothing (and later, her maid's) and going about the city in disguise. She spoke to acolytes and Archmaesters, whores and cutpurses, visiting nobles and common traders. It wasn't long, though, before this practice was stopped and Arania assigned a septa to dog her every movement. It was then that she turned to letters. She wrote to those to whom she used to speak to in person, recieving back elegantly composed epistles from the maesters and chickenscratch notes from the whores and street rats. Accounts of their daily lives, who they met, and what they learned fascinated her more than own lessons, especially since she was growing bored with the sanitized lesson plan fed to her by her father's maester.
When she flowered at fifteen, her mother began to talk of marriage. Perhaps to a Tyrell, or a Redwyne. As the families began to speak of alliance, her elder sister Lenore was widowed. The death of Ser Hoster Florent was perfectly timed, and such talk abated for a time, giving Arania more time to read her history and philosophy and poetry and to think about what she wanted for her own future. She developed more contacts, not just in Oldtown, but as far away as Highgarden and Lannisport. Not always first to know of things, but among the first, Arania has developed quite the network of contacts. She continues to work on gathering more into her network...although she hasn't quite figured out what to do with them yet.
At nineteen, Arania found herself far from home, going from Braavos to Meereen and beyond. When the party had returned to Westeros, she was part of the group that witnessed the destruction of Eddard's Rest and the destruction of the being that Cassadar had attempted to resurrect. Shortly after, she married her beau and erstwhile saviour, Kalvin Stark, and became the Lady of Winterfell. A barely respectable time after the wedding, their son was born, whom the couple named in honor of Arania's father, Beric, as Kal's royal cousin Benjen had already named his son Rickon after Kal's beloved and legendary grandfather. No longer would Arania be simply the wayward and overly bookish daughter of Lord Beric Hightower, but a woman and mother in a respected position in the Kingdom of the North.
Since her time in the North began, Arania truly blossomed. In the face of war with the Goldlands and continued raids by the Ironborn, her skills in finance and diplomacy have found a use in the court of King Terrance. She and her son have relocated from Winterfell to Eddard's Rest, both in the concern of safety in the face of the Ironborn raids and to be in the center of the Northern government. The King and his son, Prince Benjen, find her skills to be of use to them. With her young son in the care of wetnurses and septas, Arania is free to offer her services as a diplomat.
Physical Description:
Arania is tall and slender, with round hips but a small bosom. With careful padding and corsetry, however, she manages to have a respectable bustline. Her hair is long, thick, and black as coal. Her eyes are a pale ice blue.
The combination of a year in the cold north and motherhood has softened and filled out Arania's figure some, giving her a hint of the voluptuousness she previously lacked. She still enjoys the comforts of fine clothes in the style of the south, though her trip east has given her a sense of the exotic. She tends to wear her hair coiled and pinned at the back of her head to keep it out of her eyes and inkwells.
Reputation:
She is known to be intelligent and capable in matters of state and diplomacy.
Geneology:
- Lord Beric Hightower, b. 326
+ his wife, Lady Melantha Hightower (nee Tarly), b. 334
-- their first son and Heir, Alaric Hightower, b. 352
++ his wife, Joanna Hightower (nee Tyrell), b. 355
-- their first daughter, Lenore Florent, b. 353
++ her husband, {Ser Hoster Florent}, b. 351, d. 375 (illness)
-- their second son, {Baelor Hightower}, b. 357, d. 360 (accident with a horse cart)
-- their second daughter, Lady Arania Stark, b. 360 (PC)
++ her husband, Lord Kal Stark, the Lord of Winterfell, b. 353 (Legendary NPC) the wielder of Ice
---their son, Beric Stark, b. 381
-- their third daughter, Alysanne Hightower, b. 363
- Ser Gary Hightower, commander of Oldtown city watch, b. 330
+ his wife, Belynda Hightower (nee Redwyne), b. 335
-- their first daughter, Alerie Hightower, b. 360
-- their second daughter, Shireen Hightower, b. 362
+1 charm for rolling 100
+4 Small Blades for stabbing the shit out of Saltcliffe!
+10 Unarmed Combat for fighting Amelia in Meereen
+15 Meereenese for studying my ass off
+5 Valyrian for hanging out with Targys
+1 Diplomacy for working on Lord Drumm
+6 Small Blades for chopping a goddess-possessed asshole
Age: 20, born 360 AL (December)
Nationality: Born in the Goldlands, but currently of the North
Skills:
Fighting
--Small Blades (Melee and thrown) (60)
--Unarmed Combat (10)
Political:
-Persuasion
--Charm (76)
--Diplomacy (81)
-Intrigue
--Forgery (25)
-Espionage
--Spy Network
---Goldlands (50)
-Economic
--Finance (50)
Physical abilities
--Stealth
---Disguise (45)
---Observation (50)
Miscellaneous
-Art
--Poetry (25)
--Writing (75)
-Languages
--Valyrian (30)
--Meereenese (15)
-Poison
--Creation (25)
--Delivery (25)
Personal History:
Arania was born in the seat of learning and education to a father that valued these things in all his children, including the girls. She took to learning like a fish to water, reading by her fourth nameday, and writing a perfect hand by her sixth. When she realized not everyone knew the fine points of constructing a sonnet, or the exact syntax of an Old Valyrian sentence, she began to regard them with disdain. Although her elder brothers and sister were dear to her, she considered them beneath her in intelligence. Vanity in her wealth of knowledge and her appearance, then, came naturally to her.
When Arania was twelve, she decided to learn about the city in which she lived by a careful system of observation. Also known as: dressing in her brother's clothing (and later, her maid's) and going about the city in disguise. She spoke to acolytes and Archmaesters, whores and cutpurses, visiting nobles and common traders. It wasn't long, though, before this practice was stopped and Arania assigned a septa to dog her every movement. It was then that she turned to letters. She wrote to those to whom she used to speak to in person, recieving back elegantly composed epistles from the maesters and chickenscratch notes from the whores and street rats. Accounts of their daily lives, who they met, and what they learned fascinated her more than own lessons, especially since she was growing bored with the sanitized lesson plan fed to her by her father's maester.
When she flowered at fifteen, her mother began to talk of marriage. Perhaps to a Tyrell, or a Redwyne. As the families began to speak of alliance, her elder sister Lenore was widowed. The death of Ser Hoster Florent was perfectly timed, and such talk abated for a time, giving Arania more time to read her history and philosophy and poetry and to think about what she wanted for her own future. She developed more contacts, not just in Oldtown, but as far away as Highgarden and Lannisport. Not always first to know of things, but among the first, Arania has developed quite the network of contacts. She continues to work on gathering more into her network...although she hasn't quite figured out what to do with them yet.
At nineteen, Arania found herself far from home, going from Braavos to Meereen and beyond. When the party had returned to Westeros, she was part of the group that witnessed the destruction of Eddard's Rest and the destruction of the being that Cassadar had attempted to resurrect. Shortly after, she married her beau and erstwhile saviour, Kalvin Stark, and became the Lady of Winterfell. A barely respectable time after the wedding, their son was born, whom the couple named in honor of Arania's father, Beric, as Kal's royal cousin Benjen had already named his son Rickon after Kal's beloved and legendary grandfather. No longer would Arania be simply the wayward and overly bookish daughter of Lord Beric Hightower, but a woman and mother in a respected position in the Kingdom of the North.
Since her time in the North began, Arania truly blossomed. In the face of war with the Goldlands and continued raids by the Ironborn, her skills in finance and diplomacy have found a use in the court of King Terrance. She and her son have relocated from Winterfell to Eddard's Rest, both in the concern of safety in the face of the Ironborn raids and to be in the center of the Northern government. The King and his son, Prince Benjen, find her skills to be of use to them. With her young son in the care of wetnurses and septas, Arania is free to offer her services as a diplomat.
Physical Description:
Arania is tall and slender, with round hips but a small bosom. With careful padding and corsetry, however, she manages to have a respectable bustline. Her hair is long, thick, and black as coal. Her eyes are a pale ice blue.
The combination of a year in the cold north and motherhood has softened and filled out Arania's figure some, giving her a hint of the voluptuousness she previously lacked. She still enjoys the comforts of fine clothes in the style of the south, though her trip east has given her a sense of the exotic. She tends to wear her hair coiled and pinned at the back of her head to keep it out of her eyes and inkwells.
Reputation:
She is known to be intelligent and capable in matters of state and diplomacy.
Geneology:
- Lord Beric Hightower, b. 326
+ his wife, Lady Melantha Hightower (nee Tarly), b. 334
-- their first son and Heir, Alaric Hightower, b. 352
++ his wife, Joanna Hightower (nee Tyrell), b. 355
-- their first daughter, Lenore Florent, b. 353
++ her husband, {Ser Hoster Florent}, b. 351, d. 375 (illness)
-- their second son, {Baelor Hightower}, b. 357, d. 360 (accident with a horse cart)
-- their second daughter, Lady Arania Stark, b. 360 (PC)
++ her husband, Lord Kal Stark, the Lord of Winterfell, b. 353 (Legendary NPC) the wielder of Ice
---their son, Beric Stark, b. 381
-- their third daughter, Alysanne Hightower, b. 363
- Ser Gary Hightower, commander of Oldtown city watch, b. 330
+ his wife, Belynda Hightower (nee Redwyne), b. 335
-- their first daughter, Alerie Hightower, b. 360
-- their second daughter, Shireen Hightower, b. 362
+1 charm for rolling 100
+4 Small Blades for stabbing the shit out of Saltcliffe!
+10 Unarmed Combat for fighting Amelia in Meereen
+15 Meereenese for studying my ass off
+5 Valyrian for hanging out with Targys
+1 Diplomacy for working on Lord Drumm
+6 Small Blades for chopping a goddess-possessed asshole
