Cersei Lannister (WIP)
Mar 25, 2014 17:09:32 GMT
Post by Cersei Lannister on Mar 25, 2014 17:09:32 GMT
Name: Cersei Lannister
Alias/es: Light of the West
Title/s: Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms, Lady of Casterly Rock
Age: Mid-Thirties
Gender: Female
Martial Status: Married
Allegiance: House Lannister, House Baratheon, The Seven Kingdoms
Strengths:
Her position as Queen: Cersei uses the power of her rule carefully and subtly. Knowing when to have a presence and when to conceal it, she uses threats, money, and her own cunning wit to fester King's Landing with ears and eyes. Her spies are loyal through fear of her husband, her family, and her rumored heart of steel.
Her will: She has a way of getting the things that she wants. Some say it's a sense of determination mixed with the power to overcome feeble emotions. It may just be her seemingly cruel nature, but Cersei knows that a life or two may be forfeit in order to do what needs to be done. Whether her justice is just or not.
Her family: The Lannisters have never been the kindest of families. Their power has been hard earned and has gained the lot of them a good amount of respect, teamed with a dominating presence and wealth. She was also married into the Baratheon family and named Queen, gaining her another supply of protection, treasures, and might.
Weaknesses:
Growing arrogance: Though Cersei likes to play the game of thrones as much as any other, she has a strange belief and faith in the likes of her family, her title, and her own abilities. She isn't foolish enough to ignore threats to her kingdom, but does not doubt that she can have any threat eliminated by whatever means. This often makes her underestimate her enemies, and is likely to be exploited.
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RP Sample:
Eddard Stark was a man of few colors. The simple ivory, pure and selfless in his ways, and the gray wolf, fierce and strong. This is how Cersei Lannister saw him. In the image of his glistening banner as they approached Winterfell, in the gentle eyes of his people. He was a man of the north. He had been handed Winterfell by her husband years ago and had done good in keeping its post. But to bring a snowman into the bristling heat of King's Landing? Cersei had no doubt that, in time, his guard would melt. Until that time, he was a threat to her and her family. Perhaps others couldn't see it, maybe Ned had yet to unravel it himself, but a Lannister knew better.
If she was not careful, he would be her undoing. Sadly, there was no arguing with the brute of a man she'd wed. Robert refused her attempts at changing his mind. He refused to offer the position of the Hand to someone of better quality. Like Jaime. Someone who had been by the King throughout his entire ruling. Not hiding away behind chilling winds and darkened skies. Jaime, sweet and strong and destined to rule, one way or another.
But now was not time to dwell on decisions come and gone. It was a time to look towards the future. The horse bumped her up and down, hefty between her thighs. She rode as Queen, beside the King, as if they were a true coupling. It was Ned's eyes that she first noticed, cutting into the duo as they road through his iron gates. He could see through the facade easily. It was clear, in his set jaw and churning gaze, that he knew his friend better than Robert knew himself. The hand that grasped Cersei's was loose and rough, unwilling to truly hold another set of fingers between its own.
The smile that the King wore was not due to his wife's presence, but that of his old friend. Due to adventure, having a horse under his backside and a new castle in his sights. It was caused by memories of olden days, of battle and victory. It made Cersei want to recoil from his touch. He was not her king. No matter what laws came to pass under his careless eye, no matter what men he sentenced to death for treason against him.
Did Eddard see that? Did his lingering gaze pierce so deeply? Her own experience told her otherwise. He was still a fool, weary of the coming winter, drowsy from the current summer. His problems were mere stepping stools, nothing that would prepare him for the time that was to come. He was unaware of Roberts plan to name him Hand, unaware of the worries that Cersei had in her heart. The Queen knew better than to let her own eyes still on the husband, but soon directed them to the wife. Catelyn Stark.
She was a different worrying reason altogether. What her husband failed to see would surely be brought to light by this woman's protective instinct. Cersei let her lips curl up in a comforting smile, as if she was here to enjoy the company. In all honesty, Cersei had come to protect herself, and the crown that Robert wore so arrogantly. If it were to fall in the hands of a true winter-born man, then what could Cersei do to stop it? "Welcome, King Robert, Queen Cersei." Ned's greeting was cut off by booms of laughter, a distraction that finally allowed her to free her hand from his. Robert finished his chuckling with a heave of his great chest. "Since when has Ned Stark ever referred to Robert Baratheon as King?"
Her husband, the fool. "It won't be starting today, I tell you that, Ned." The two boys shared a knowing smile, as Catelyn approached her. "Surely the journey was hard and cold, let us go somewhere warm to drink for your welcoming." Robert gave a spur to his horse, liking the sounds of brazen fires and hearty-wine. "Wine and warmth are the sweetest of welcomes, Catelyn," she continued, silently, sullenly, "but the winter that's to come will crush each hearth you have set in this palace of ice. "