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  • PLOT WITH REN?

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen

    At the moment, Ren is pretty innocent and sweet - a typical child. However, he'd ambitious... a trait that will plague him in his murderous later life.


    OPEN:

    - one sided crushes on y/c

    - one sided crushes on him

    - friendships

    - childhood infatuations

    - clan wide plots

    - long term plots

    - character bonding

    - human aus (see post below)


    MAYBE:

    - relationships (he's very young so it would maybe have to be in the future)

    - arranged marriage

    - capture + maim


    CLOSED:

    - death

    - the rest of the things that the cartel does

  • ARSONIST'S LULLABYE | open + au

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen

    It was the 8 year old's first appearance as a 'real Targaryen'. Despite the fact that he was a bastard from an unknown mother, he'd been raised by his father in the Dragonstone holding. It didn't stop the hostile and disapproving looks shown to him by a variety of maesters and septons, but the small child didn't realise why. He was too young to understand the problem of a judgemental society and his true heritage.

    Flying down the spiralled staircase with brown boots clicking on each stone, Ren arrived into the courtroom. There was a small gathering occurring, with many citizens and nobles of Westeros arriving to the keep every second. He took a few moments to acknowledge the colourful house flags, the intricate embroidery on the ladies' dresses, and most importantly - the food. Most of it had already been eaten, as the feast and 'court talk' had happened already. Ren had not been allowed to go into the hall for those events, as he was 'too young' and might 'disturb the guests'. Whether that was because of his stammer, age or heritage, Ren didn't know.

  • PLOT WITH REN?

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    That sounds brilliant - maybe she can gently turn his ambition more towards power. He's going to get quite cocky after people reassure him about his stammer and 'cure' him.

  • ARSONIST'S LULLABYE | open + au

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    Upon hearing the voice of Kloun, the young boy turned around to stare up at the taller and older male. A confident smile formed on his face, and he opened his mouth to speak. It took a while for the words to form themselves coherently. "I'm a T-t-targaryen, nothing c-c-can hurt a d-dragon!" he stammered, still with his rather large beam on his face. Whilst he was rather self conscious of his stammer, Ren was too excited to give a damn. Of course, his excitement only exacerbated the stammer, and the child desperately tried to calm himself down by inhaling sharply.


    Next to arrive was Lucerys, his half-brother, and Alfeynnah, his half sister. Suddenly rather aware of the fact that he was beaming like an idiot - which made him look like a fool and an improper representative of his house - Ren straightened his back and clasped his hands in the small of his spine. "Y-yes, it's rather... t... t... terrifying," he answered Lucerys, the gaps between his stammers becoming a little longer. Truth be told, he was terrified of his own family - they seemed so proper, and he was terrified of messing up in front of them. Turning to Alfeynnah, Ren took a moment to study her deep blue dress. It suited her long dark hair, and she looked rather pretty in it. He offered her a sincere smile, before turning to briefly acknowledge Remus. He was definitely the quietest one out of him and Kloun.

  • ARSONIST'S LULLABYE | open + au

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    Lida approached slowly in her purple dress, and Ren smiled towards her. She was the closest to him in age, being only six years older than him. He'd never particularly talked to her or her twin, but had seen her around the court a few times. As she was older, she had a few more privileges than Ren - whether Lida considered them privileges was a completely different thought. "I'm g-g-good, how about y-yourself?" he inquired, allowing Lida a gentle smile. His cheeks lightly aches, as he'd smiled for a little too long.

    "The Sept? N-not yet, my septon w-w-wants me to go s-s-soon, though," Ren answered. Alas, the child wanted to go too - he'd never properly explored King's Landing. He'd been kept inside for the first six years of his life (he had been a sickly child) and had then had to make up for those years with hours upon hours of study. He'd finally caught up all of two weeks ago, and was now waiting for the right time to ask Tsubodai if he could go and explore the great city


    The next comment from Kloun reminded the youngster of something that his tutor would have asked him. A thoughtful look crossed his palid face and he stared towards his boot clad feet, small hands fiddling with the hem of his blue tunic. A few frays edges from the golden dragon embroidery began to appear, so Ren ceased to harass the stitching and answer. "The d-dragons that live now are s-s-stronger than the one's b-before," was the only reply the child offered, not quite knowing how to formulate an argument at his age.

  • SURFIN' USA | summer party!

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    The small, black lion was seemingly the first to arrive from Westeros, peering around with deep blue eyes. He felt uneasy, being alone with no one he knew stood beside him - after all, he was only five months old. Exhaling a breath of air - along with his apprehension - Ren padded forwards and into the party.

    It seemed a little less civilised than the feasts in Westeros, but Ren didn't mind. The inquisitive child only wanted to learn about other cultures - he wasn't knowledgeable enough to judge yet.

  • SURFIN' USA | summer party!

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    The kid looked up as a large canine approached him, gulping slightly. Despite the fact that his lion body was almost as tall as Calina's hellshadow, he was somewhat intimidated by the fact that she looked just plain scary. She introduced herself, and Ren nodded a greeting. "I'm Ren T-t-targaryen," Ren replied, with a dip of his head. His last name was well known around the allied and even enemy forces, but he hoped that it wouldn't put anyone off - Ren knew that some people who bore his name weren't the nicest.

  • ARSONIST'S LULLABYE | open + au

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    Whilst waiting for his reply to his weak argument about dragons, Ren turned back to Khaalida as she spoke to Lucerys. He waited, listening patiently until she asked if she too could come to the Sept when Ren went. The young boy saw no problem with this, and heartily nodded. "It can be d-d-dangerous, naturally, b-but it's beautiful," he added onto her statement about the city in the summer. He'd heard stories of people being beaten up by mercenaries in the alleyways, but Ren had no reason to be in any alley. Not yet, anyway.

  • don't tell me it's impossible [ open, blizzardclan ambassador

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    The dark lion cub padded over to the small gathering, a small giggle shaking his pelt at the older male's feeble roar. He chose to stand between Lucerys and Lida - members of his family, and people he trusted. Ren scanned over the stranger with his deep blue orbs - the arrival was a tiger, maybe? He'd heard of tigers before, but he'd never seen one. He'd only really seen servals, dogs or dragons within Westeros. With these thoughts in his head, Ren decided to stay silent for a small while, still critiquing Daeron.

  • GOOD BOYS DON'T LIE | private

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    The dark haired child had been creeping about, following Kloun for a little while. He'd decided that the older male knew an awful lot about dragons, the emblem of the child's house. Ren had wanted to ask Kloun about the fire-breathing reptiles, but hadn't quite had the time or courage to approach him. After slipping out of Dragonstone, the lordling had quietly edged his way towards where he presumed the male was. Upon spotting him, the Targaryen lay in the bushes, watching the knight throw his knives with deadly accuracy.


    He couldn't just stay here, crouched in the bushes like some brigand - no, he'd have to get up soon. Begrudgingly, Ren stood and slowly approached Kloun. He was noticed almost straight away, and allowed an awkward smile, looking to his booted feet. "I w-w-wanted to ask about the d-dragons," he murmured, gently lifting his head to see if Kloun was going to reprimand him.

  • THE SMILING KNIGHT — REN [HUMAN AU]

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    Ren had been alone in the gardens for quite some time, marveling at the fine range of trees and flowers. In all honesty, he didn't really give a damn about the plants - the boy was looking for odd little pebbles and stones. So far, he'd found a few - a septa taking a walk to collect herbs had remarked that one of them was a quartz - and he was storing them all in a little satchel that he'd permanently borrowed from one of his older siblings. As he stooped to pick up a jet black flint, a glint between the hedges caught his eye. Ren straightened, a lock of black hair falling into his face as he anxiously awaited the arrival of the stranger through the hedge.


    He instantly recognised the white hair of Lucerys, and his anxiety calmed slightly. It was rather strange - Lucerys was his half brother, and neither looked remotely similar. One would have thought that they would look alike, but that was not the case - Ren had a blend of his father's dark hair and his mother's brown eyes.