Brienne of Tarth
Apr 11, 2014 17:38:28 GMT
Post by Brienne of Tarth on Apr 11, 2014 17:38:28 GMT
Name: Brienne of Tarth
Alias/es: the Maid of Tarth, Brienne the Beauty
Title/s: Heir to House Tarth.
Age: 19
Gender: female
Martial Status:
Allegiance: House Tarth, House Baratheon.
Strengths: Brienne is skilled at all aspects of knightdom, from hand to hand fighting with sword, knife, shield, and spear, to mounted horsework, to battle techniques and field survival.
Weaknesses: because of her chosen vocation, Brienne does not show any womanly traits and is clumsy both in form and in word.
Paraphernalia: She has a well made set of burnished armor, as well as decent steel in both sword and dagger and boss shield. She also had a well-bred heavy horse mare for her vocation.
Other:
History:
Brienne of Tarth is a warrior of House Tarth, the sole surviving child and heir of Lord Selwyn Tarth of Evenfall Hall, on the island of Tarth, located in the Narrow Sea off the coast of the Stormlands. She is unusually tall and muscular for a woman by Westerosi standards and developed a taste for martial activity as a child. Brienne has grown up to become skilled at arms and dreams of becoming a knight.
Brienne's mother died when she was so young that she doesn't remember her. As the sole heir of House Tarth, she posed a fairly promising marriage prospect for men from other noble Houses, but due to her physicality and personality has never seriously pursued a marriage alliance with another House.
She is also called The Maid of Tarth, or, disparagingly, Brienne the Beauty, due to her appearance.
(this incarnation has not fallen in love with Renly as of yet, though she does yearn to be in A Kingsguard and want to be knighted.)
RP Sample:
The knight that entered the grounds was not remarkable to look at. The helm that covered the face did not have the same ornate markings that the Prince of Flowers bore, nor did the plain crest bear any inlay or paint that would otherwise distinguish it from the burnished metal. In all it was a functional suit, nothing more.
When the seneschal gave the order to lay-on however, the knightâs demeanor changed. Darting inwards the warrior spun, catching the opponent off guard before laying the lackluster blade across the back. Rules dictated non-lethal blows so the strike had been made with the flat of the blade, but the force was enough to pitch the opposition into the mud.
Only then was the helm removed, revealing the Maid of Tarth.
Brienne had anticipated the wave of murmurings that ran through the audience, along with the sniggering and lewd comments. Such it had always been, sever since she was a strapping young girl. Her father had tried to domesticate her, but even then he could see what was to be, and when she was of age, he sought to garb her as any proper vassal. Perhaps he had hoped that she would find her match on the field and would relent, finally taking a husband to further on his line.
Either way Brienne was his heir, either by bed or by sword.
The warrior maiden now trudged off the field of combat, wiping her brow from where some of the field had backsplashed onto her face. This wet footing was treacherous; she herself had almost fallen during the exchange. Hopefully it would dry a bit; already pages and squires were pitching hay onto the more waterlogged areas of the field to make for better purchase. Still she would fight, even if the field turned into a swamp. It was what her heart sang for.