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    Soren narrowed her eyes slightly, braving the winds that were trying to blow her back. She'd been travelling for so long now, and it was not time to return. She could smell it, feel it... the noble land of Westeros. So close. She hurried forwards, snarling slightly as some dust blew in her eye. Despite being a good fighter, nature seemed to be against her.


    Eventually, she reached a point that SEEMED to be safe. Soren bent down, dipping her head. "I swear fealty to House Lannister," she mumbled, before raising her head to look around, wondering if anyone was even there to hear her oath.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]So quickly? Approaching quietly, Sweetophelia offered Soren a curious glance. "You'll have to wait for the head of house Lannister to come and admit you," the tall Ragdoll cat informed her, quietly taking a seat. "But welcome to Westeros, I suppose. What's your name? Are you a returning member?" What did she know of house Lannister and the other houses of Westeros? Was she a former member or had she simply been observing house Lannister for a time and from a distance?
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    info | updated 12/7/2016

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 480px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]The white dragon had heard the declaration and was instantly curious as to who was swearing themselves to the Lannisters. Ace would be happy to see interest in his House--to his knowledge, it was just him and little Jax currently. He nodded his head in greeting towards his mother before his pale gaze turned towards Soren. She was not familiar, but if she came to Westeros knowing what she wanted to do--Jaehaerys was pleased by her clear-set goals. "Hello there," the king offered cordially.

    Soren stood as someone approached, nodding at their comment. She didn't know what else to say to them until they asked her a question. "I'm Soren, new member. And I've been watching. Not stalking. Observing," she said, a smirk spreading on her face. As Jaehaerys approached, Soren realised that he was the King, and Soren dipped her dark head respectfully.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Though he lived in a (Targaryen) estate thanks to the generosity of a (also Targaryen) king, though he was part of a group where last names and families meant more than the occasional meeting, Polarispride hadn’t considered joining a house. Soren hadn’t even joined Westeros, and she was already swearing her loyalty to the Lannisters, even before giving her name. It struck him as strange – but, then, he didn’t have a surname. At least, not one that mattered.


    He stopped beside Jaehaerys, acutely aware of how small he was in comparison. The rest of what Soren said was sort of unnerving. Observing? What had she seen? For how long had she been watching? Polarispride swallowed his questions, instead bowing politely to the newcomer. ”Polarispride. It’s nice to…to m-meet you.”


    [spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ went missing [11/25]
    ★ returned to westeros [12/1]


    "and then the nurse comes round"
    ▪ polarispride brides | trans male [he/him]
    ▪ 32 months | march 17 | ages real-time
    ▪ citizen of westeros | full-time traveler
    ▪ runaway windclan ex-leader | pining
    ▪ has very limited medical knowledge
    ▪ communicates via telepathy [bold italics]


    "and everyone will lift their heads"
    ▪ winged/horned domestic cat | health: 70%
    ▪ ref. | a tall, thin, and rather scruffy blue point classic siamese with blue eyes, black wings, and stubby blue-gray horns. always wears a silver necklace with light blue box attached.
    ▪ major scarring on muzzle and right shoulder; various other minor scars. tattered left ear.
    — injuries: none


    "but i'm thinking of what sarah said"
    ▪ dutiful, modest, polite, soft-spoken, vigilant
    ▪ blindly loyal to few, jumpy, regretful, wistful
    ▪ indecisive, negative, prejudiced, unforgiving
    ▪ trying to heal, learning how to protect
    ▪ all opinions are ic only


    "that love is watching someone die"
    ▪ npc x npc | adopted by legacy brides
    ▪ caretaker of littlekit and mallowkit
    ▪ single | crushing on n/a | pansexual
    ▪ mentoring none


    "so who's gonna watch you die"
    ▪ attack in bolded slateblue
    ▪ physically medium | mentally medium
    ▪ avoids combat | merciful | will use powers
    ▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
    — powers: character bond [whiskey; inactive], elemental powers [all; fire-focused], invisibility, scent manip., super senses, telepathy


    [size=6pt]links can be found on camp

    Soren stared at the new arrival, scanning them before nodding at their welcome. She repeated her name in case Polarispride hadn't heard, and her ears twitched back against her head momentarily. She had a feeling that the members were judging her, but she was unsure of this. Her tail reassuringly curled back to touch her black ebony-wood crossbow that lay across her pelt.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]The wolfdog was next to arrive. So she had declared loyalty to a house, hm? He'd heard all about the houses, of course, but still remained free from them himself. He was thinking of joining one, but hadn't settled on one specific house just yet. Icarus was casa-free.
    "Nice t' meet you, Soren. Name's Icarus," the canine declared, grinning at her. She seemed nice enough, though that crossbow was a bit scary. He decided he didn't want to get on her bad side, and sat down again.


    [spoiler=info — updated 12/12]GENERAL:
    ★ ICARUS | IKE | TRIGENDER
    ★ homoromantic homosexual
    ★ 24 months physically | 1000+ months spiritually
    ★ member of westeros and darkclan | overambitious hothead


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ he does almost anything to get to the top
    ★ he / they / it pronouns
    ★ will stop at nothing to feel the sensation of flight
    ★ can be manipulative, but he regrets it later
    ★ bpd-coded (if i misrepresent any aspect of this illness, please tell me and i'll fix it!)
    ★ can't remember 5 months of his life (from about 3 months before joining)


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined westeros and darkclan
    ★ forgot 5 months of his life
    ★


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ WOLFDOG [birth] | health: 100%
    — icarus is a brownish-tan wolfdog with piercing green eyes. his fur is always well kept.
    — wears a pale cloak and a golden laurel
    — click here for reference
    — major injuries: n/a
    — minor injuries: n/a


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ single | ½ of nothing yet
    ★ ?? x ?? | Gen. 1
    ★ No known siblings


    INTERACTION:
    ★ will probably challenge u to a battle of wits (and lose)
    ★ physically difficult | mentally hard
    ★ if attacked, he'll attack back fiercely
    ★ attack in bold white
    ★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

    "My father should be here shortly," Jax stated. Ace Lannister was his father, the Warden. He'd certainly accept this person, however. Jax offered a bright smile toward Soren. "My name is Jax, I'm a Lannister. My father, Ace, is the Warden."

    Soren nodded towards Jax as he spoke, before dipping her head in respect. Let's get on good terms with the Lannisters, eh? That was Soren's intent. She turned to someone else as they introduced themselves, nodding. They clearly hadn't been here long, the fox could barely smell Westeros on him. "I'm here to join the Lannisters.... I believe they offer me the best... advantages..." she said, smirking slightly before grinning to show that she was joking. Manipulation was not below her, but was last resort.