Post by Stranger on Jun 15, 2014 23:49:47 GMT
Name: Hawys Kytley
Age: 41
Role: Schemer
Background
Lord Edric’s youngest daughter, Hawys always expected to be used as a political pawn; an arranged marriage to seal one of her father’s contracts. When Edric died, Jamys ignored her in favor of his own desires and she first had a taste of what it might mean to be free. And then Jamys, too, died and all her plans were undone. Her younger brother, now the head of the family, married off all his sisters save her and she despises the reminder of what she could have had.
Thin to the point of cadaverousness, it often seems that the only thing that keeps Hawys alive is her resentment of Lord Ambrose. She knows enough of politics to stay just this side of decorum, and has embraced the power her uniqueness grants her. She knows that her younger brother cannot risk shaming her or turning her out until young Merild is old enough to make a viable marriage contract, but has resolved to punish him for not marrying her off when he first came to power.
Hawys prowls the halls around her suite of rooms, a gaunt figure in flowing grays, and is quick to abuse anyone who comes near her—smallfolk or noble alike. The only person spared her wrath is the knight, Ser Morys. At first, she accepted his advances to mortify her brother, but since then she has felt the ice in her heart warm towards the old horseman. Of late, she has badgered her brother to build a keep to protect a part of his demesne, and secretly hopes that he will acquiesce and grant both the tower and her hand to his Master of Arms.
Age: 41
Role: Schemer
Background
Lord Edric’s youngest daughter, Hawys always expected to be used as a political pawn; an arranged marriage to seal one of her father’s contracts. When Edric died, Jamys ignored her in favor of his own desires and she first had a taste of what it might mean to be free. And then Jamys, too, died and all her plans were undone. Her younger brother, now the head of the family, married off all his sisters save her and she despises the reminder of what she could have had.
Thin to the point of cadaverousness, it often seems that the only thing that keeps Hawys alive is her resentment of Lord Ambrose. She knows enough of politics to stay just this side of decorum, and has embraced the power her uniqueness grants her. She knows that her younger brother cannot risk shaming her or turning her out until young Merild is old enough to make a viable marriage contract, but has resolved to punish him for not marrying her off when he first came to power.
Hawys prowls the halls around her suite of rooms, a gaunt figure in flowing grays, and is quick to abuse anyone who comes near her—smallfolk or noble alike. The only person spared her wrath is the knight, Ser Morys. At first, she accepted his advances to mortify her brother, but since then she has felt the ice in her heart warm towards the old horseman. Of late, she has badgered her brother to build a keep to protect a part of his demesne, and secretly hopes that he will acquiesce and grant both the tower and her hand to his Master of Arms.
It's set just before the historic Blacks v Greens period