Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Oct 18, 2014 17:24:45 GMT
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| Name : Daenerys Targaryen Full Title : Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, First of Her Name, Mother of Dragons. Current Location : Across the narrow sea Roleplaying Sample : The world was covered in darkness, blankets of black surrounding them. A cool cool breeze pushing against her bare shoulders, through the thin sheet of fabric draped across her. But Daenerys paid it no mind, making her way through the nighttime air as if she belonged there. Back straight, head high, the very essence of a Queen, which she rightfully was. No one was out here at this hour - most of the few people left following her long in bed. Good. They would need their strength for the next part of their trek. She meant what she said before, she would be responsible for them. They were now her people and she had every intention of making sure they survived what was to come next. But it wouldn't be easy. She would need all the help she could get. Luckily that help now came in the form of the three baby dragons. One, her favorite and the largest of the three, perched atop her shoulder as she walked. He was silent and deadly still, keeping watch. Content to sit there unmoving with her. Her bare feet moved through the sand, normally too hot to walk without shoes but not tonight. When the sun set everything had a coldness to it, making this vast land look like a whole new mysterious place. Shadows covering everything in a grey color, cool air blowing across her skin, small sounds from unknown animals. Peaceful. Perfect. Finally she came to rest at the edge of their camp, staring off into the distance as far as she could see. Stars blinking brightly above her, giving just enough light to see. On her shoulder her dragon tensed up, muscles clenching, claws digging into her now tanned skin. A knowing smile came over her face, but still she did not turn. "Come closer Jorah. He will not harm you." I will not let him, she added silently. And from the shadows emerged her friend, the one person she trusted completely. A look of apprehension on his face, eyes drifting wearily towards the dragon then back to her. "Any news?" Finally, finally looking towards him. Her eyes as strong as she felt. History : Daenerys was the last child to be born to King Aerys and Rhaella. However she never met her father, deemed the mad king he was murdered before she was born. Her mother and brother fled to the island of Dragonstone where she was born during a harsh storm. Her mother died soon afterwards, leaving her and her brother as the last of their family. Her brother was always angry - intent on taking back the Iron Throne. She lived in fear of him for many years. Constantly trying to please him in order to avoid his rage, which often resulted in his abuse towards her. Finally, after years of trying to gain enough support, he sold her off to marry Khal Drogo in exchange for an army. And she did the only thing she could do, hold her head up high and follow orders. She marries Drogo - a man she has never met and can not even talk to due to the language barrier. He is rough and hard - the exact opposite of herself. Yet slowly, day by day, she grows to love him. Learning to please him and become an equal. She becomes more confident, more commanding, and truly deserving of the title of khalasar. When she learns she is pregnant she is given a new purpose and does everything to protect her unborn child. Even eating the heart of a stallion. However, her brother is not as happy as she is. He tries to steal her dragon eggs, a gift given to her at her wedding. He gets drunk and tries to attack her new husband. She becomes even stronger, finally realizing that her brother was not the true dragon. That he deserves nothing more then a golden crown made of melted jewelry. As Drogo executes him she feels free, in charge of her life for the first time. Yet life soon throws her a curveball when Drogo becomes ill due to a wound. She fights for him, intent on doing everything possible to save him. Even going as far as to use magic from a women she saved from death. Drogo lives - but her child does not. Heartbroken she goes to him, only to find he is not alive. Not really. Stuck in a vegetative state that is no way for a man like Drogo to live, she finally accepts he is dead and ends his life. During his funeral, she places her three dragon eggs around the wood. She climbs in and orders it to be lit. The next morning she awakens, clothes burned off but skin unharmed. And in the ashes three dragons come with her. Determined more then ever to take back her Iron Throne. Personality : The first thing that someone might notice about the mother of dragons is that she is beautiful. But there is much more to that. Daenerys Targaryen has a strong personality. She knows what she wants and goes after it - but it didn't use to always be that way. For much of her life she lived in the shadows of her brother, being passed around and following orders her whole life. She was taught to stay quiet and by all means, do whatever it takes to keep her brother from getting angry. Which happened a lot. Her childhood gave her a thick skin - she is not easily wounded from words. She is brave, tough, and strong minded. Once she realized that she could be her own person, once she finally was freed from her brother's shadow, she learned that she could be something so much more. She doesn't rely on anyone else anymore. She is not easily trusting, so if she welcomes you and considers you a friend it is a great honor. She is intelligent and chooses her words carefully - for the most part. She also has a slight temper to her and can sometimes let it get the most of her. If she feels strongly about something, she will speak out against it. Relationships : Her only living relative is Maester Aemon, her great-uncle. OOC Alias : Elle |
