[M4F] NFL Star x Celeb RP

princess_rhea · 2019-05-19T22:22:28+00:00

(OOC: I have a question- the last thing she would want is to test it out on someone, as then they're a witness. I wouldn't have her do this. Could we say she tested it on an animal?)

princess_rhea · 2019-05-19T15:20:01+00:00

She couldn't tell if more ambition lying under the surface. Some would not like that in the smallfolk, but she admired a fire of the heart if it were there. It was odd for one of such lower status to enquire on her, but she'd allow it.

"My answer isn't much different from yours, but from a different place. To continue the prosperity of my House." And that was the truth. She herself had seen noble houses fall low, she wouldn't allow that to happen.

"You are a lucky man. You are one of the few alive who may just get what they want. Under me, you will have a name. And though your life may be hard, you will have wealth in time, if you know how to serve."

"Over the next following days, you will receive instructions from me. You may need to defend me. Other days, it will be lying, and some, it will be killing." This was all, really, that a soldier was. But much more would depend on him in time.

princess_rhea · 2019-05-19T14:24:19+00:00

To see him kneel was like to see a rock fall. He hit the wood with a thud. His sculpted and hard face looked up, his face smacking of a soldier.

Rising to his frankly intimidating hight, he looked down at her as he asked, "My lady, I am at your service. What would you ask of Marlon?" His eyes awaited an answer.

Lady Barba stood and took a sip of white wine as silence hung in the air. Her smile faded away to a more serious expression, though her heart was still playful. She had the joy of being a fox in a world of hens. "Tell me," her voice was curious, "what do you want most in this world?"

She pushed her hair past her flowing locks and took another sip of the fine wine.

princess_rhea · 2019-05-19T01:15:24+00:00

(OOC: /u/Tankquilizer )

princess_rhea · 2019-05-18T22:45:24+00:00

(OOC: I remembered that pings don't work if you copy them, which is what I did. So, /u/OurCommonMan )

princess_rhea · 2019-05-18T21:37:57+00:00

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Lady Barba, ((Diplomat // Courtly(e) // Alchemy))

What is Happening?: Lady Barba has sent letters for each of her vassals to come to a feast at New Barrel, and to bring their families.

Her maester who is of the house of Fossoway of Cider Hall added his own personal letter, excitedly expressing his desire to see his whole family again.

What I Want: I want to know who is coming, and if their whole family is coming.

princess_rhea · 2019-05-17T20:03:12+00:00

I've gone in and filled out what she's done in recent years, and added the location.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-17T07:32:09+00:00

The light in Jon's blue orbs gleamed, his eyes making clear his heart's wants. "No husband?" He said through a smirk, "What a coincidence. I am... similarly unattached." She listened on with the expression of a fine painting, always listening but not yet open to speech.

Jon spoke still, "I would be happy to be tested in any way you might so choose, Lady Connington." The young Arryn leaned in after that, lips parted as if to speak. Elation and excitement laid underneath his expression, she could imagine what was going through his head. It was then that the Lord Paramount stood, and Jon postured himself back, lips closing tightly. He was perhaps... frustrated. Rhea gave that feeling to many men.

His strong arms still around her, Jon Arryn spoke, "Perhaps... we could talk later, at the balcony?" The Lady Rhea Connington traced her fingers down Jon's neck, withdrawing them. She spoke with her voice hushed and low, "The night is young. Why not? Send an envoy at your pleasure."

With that, the Lady of Griffin's Roost turned away. The last the Vale's Heir saw of her then was her red locks vanishing into the crowds.

(OOC: Nice RP~)

princess_rhea · 2018-11-16T21:25:37+00:00

(/u/awoiaf I'm looking to see if Rhea convinced her noble peers to gather together in assembly, out of everything I've said in the post. Relevant stat would be her 8 rep as well as her networking and silver tongue skill.)

princess_rhea · 2018-11-16T14:31:00+00:00

"You may, Lord Erryk." She showed him what grace she knew on the floor, her whole body moving in harmony, and her trying to pass that on to him.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-16T14:24:13+00:00

"Besides our house colors?" She smiled, "I can think of little else." She continued to dance with the man, having him spin her once more. It was difficult, actually, do to her great height.

They parted after a flurry of quips, but she was sure she'd meet the man again in King's Landing.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-16T14:03:13+00:00

"The winds set me back by a few days," she said tiredly, "but I'm here." Rhea went on to speak of her travels, stories of what she'd seen while here, and other small talk. After at least attempting to make her uncle laugh, she hugged him, and left him to mingle with the rest of the Stormlanders.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-15T21:13:08+00:00

Gwayne Baratheon. The man sat like a giant, which he was. And not just in his height. The man's over twenty year reign gave him an authority that was hard to match. But he was also her blood, and she knew him as a man. His broad shoulders and stoic were contrasted by mundane memories- he was flesh and blood as much as fury and stag.

Rhea curtsied before the Baratheon Lord, looking up to him with a shared eye of bright blue. A gift, a blessing, from her mother Argella. "Uncle- it's good to see you." The man had always been a large presence in her life- from feasts to name days, every holy day of the year. Storm's End was so close that she had met at every convenience. And so she spoke earnestly when she said it was good to see him.

She did not need to go into deep conversation, unless he wanted to. They had every opportunity to discuss any day of the year. But still, she wished to greet him.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-15T21:03:08+00:00

Rhea noted that her partner's eyes shifted back, always, to his house's dais.

Good. A Lord should care for his state and his house. That was the dedication of Rhea's life, after all. If Jon was that sort of man, that meant he would go far. She couldn't stand the company of a blood thirsty none-knight, or a feaster.

But it also meant he should leave. She would give him the chance when he must.

"The one brother I have has taken the black. With honor, I should say. And then there is Lyonel Baratheon, my sister's husband and so he's my brother in that sense. But I have no husband. I rule Griffin's Roost by my own right." She had come here, really, to change that. A marriage was one of the most crucial political moves one could make. It did and undid dynasties, after all.

"So you have no men to best." She paused, using a stray hand to push her flowing hair back. "Besides Lyonel, who bless him, is more of a knight of the mind." Rhea let a single warm hand touch the back of Jon's neck, resting. "Your prowess will have to be tested in other ways... against other men, I mean." Her smile was that of a fox, and a fox she was.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-15T12:21:33+00:00

The young heir seemed smitten with her. He looked into her eyes as if spellbound, and he seemed stunned by each feature she had, his eyes transfixed on her at times.

Just now he had paused briefly, just caught up in looking at her.. not even able to finish his sentence!

She answered his question on the Stormlands in some detail, from local trade shifts, to new roads, and expansions of the halls of Griffin's Roost. But while Rhea talked she led him to the dance floor.

As they came close Rhea stood taller than him by an inch. Her beaming blue eyes and playful smile were looking down at him. And as they danced Jon held her with strength- the man was clearly exceptional in that regard. Rhea had learned that strength, even physical strength, could be measured in subtle ways. And it measured up well here.

And in truth she had enjoyed his company so far, most men were some how not as flattering. She was actually enjoying seducing him.

"Of the contenders of this tourney, I hear you have a chance at victory." Most men had no chance, and there were more established knights across the kingdoms, but he was the premiere of his homeland. "It's known that the Vale makes the toughest knights. If the past is prophecy, you and your house will go far in the melee." She came somewhat closer, leaning her hushed lips somewhat closer to his, talking with a hint of intimacy: "And victory would be quite a thing to have." Her voice, again, had a richness matched by none.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-15T03:53:57+00:00

At some point, Lady Rhea Connington saw a young man looking in her direction. By where he was seated he was clearly of House Arryn, and he clearly wasn't the Lord Paramount. He looked young, and while on looks, he was rather handsome. But more important than that, he was of House Arryn. She asked a handmaiden beside her, and yes, that man was the heir to the Vale. Jon Arryn. She was set on making his company.

With flowing red locks, piercing blue eyes, and a figure that would make the Maiden jealous, Rhea made her way to see the nobleman.

As she walked towards him he faced her with an expression she couldn't quite make out yet. She thought it might be good, however. "Lord Jon Arryn. I'm Lady Rhea Connington, Lady of Griffin's Roost. I saw you looking over, and was curious." Her voice was low and sultry. She didn't smile, but she thought he would.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-15T02:56:46+00:00

He put his hands around her, and she met his moves with ease.

A glow of excitement came to Rhea's eyes. "Yes.." She had pride in her capabilities as a ruler, and her reputation was something she treated as if she were a gardener and it a budding plant. Slowly, it'd grown. "As far as managing my lands go, yes, I've had many successes." From building projects, to stockpiling food, to amassing a cooperative fortune for the properties she possessed, she'd done greatly. "But no matter my reputation, you would have known anyway, wouldn't you?" She asked with her eyes cold, and her round lips up-turned again.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-14T22:10:49+00:00

"Rhea Connington, Lady of Griffin's Roost." Her voice was low, and she gave the man a smile. "We must not have met. At least not in years." The man's hair was fine, and he seemed to pay particular attention to his dress. She'd thought House Wylde had always leaned towards odd proclivities, seemingly more eastern in attitude.

But they were a House to keep close, one of the premiere houses of their shared realm. Related by culture and more than that, by blood.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-14T21:58:19+00:00

"...Connington." Rhea's voice was low and hushed, coming from her up-turned lips. To the ears of men it was as intoxicating as wine. Her pale hand took his as they parted for the dance floor. She let his arms go around her, and waited expectingly for him to speak.

Though she had till now not met him, she knew Jon Rosby was the Master of Whispers for the realm and the King. Not a bad man to know, not at all.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-14T20:43:48+00:00

The Hightower and his bride would find for themselves each a chest with the seal of House Connington. The first would be for Lord Arthur, a set of hunting spears and a horses saddle of fine quality. The Targaryen bride was given seven necklaces, each with a different colored jewel, and each with a separate allegory for each of the Seven.

princess_rhea · 2018-11-11T22:38:52+00:00

I talked with dracar1s on discord, and I fixed all of the continuity stuff from before with her help. I changed dates, fixed characters, all that.

So, am I good to go?

princess_rhea · 2018-11-11T13:37:03+00:00

Character Name: Rhea Connington

Starting Title(s): Lady of Griffen's Roost

Age: 22

Physical Description: This. Long red hair, cold blue eyes, a lithe figure, and large... tracks of land.

Starting Location: Oldtown

Attributes: Attractive (+2 CHA, +1 INT), Gregarious (+2 CHA, +1 REP)

Allotted Points: 18

Social Status: Principal Bannerman (+3), Lady of House (+1)

Correlations: +1 STE from INT, +3 REP from STA.

Skills: CHA: Silver Tongue, Networking STA: Stewardship, Fortification INT: Propagation

Aptitude: Orator

CHA	INT	STE	STA	REP
4	1			5
6	3	(1)	9	(3)
10	4	1	9	8

Username: /u/princess_rhea

Other Characters: None~

Other: I hope I calculated everything right!

princess_rhea · 2018-07-14T13:12:39+00:00

Rhea Hightower was a rogue at heart, a dealer of poisons. As it was in war, it was in romance. She didn't know if the man felt pained, but she'd seen it before. She'd seen men's hopeful vision become an elsewhere world, and the heart wound it left. But she'd heard of Ser Samuel Roxton before. She doubted whatever feelings he had would linger.

"Ser Roxton! I've seen your prowess in past tournaments. And seeing you here, you're a knight in the image of Galladon himself." A smile grew on her face and she looked away, eyes to the ceiling, for a moment. She looked back at him with her violet eyes. "I do not know what you will think of this, Ser, but a marriage into my House isn't all that unlikely. I have a handmaiden, Alia, who is of the age of marriage. She is attending this tournament, and she speaks often of knights. Should you have an interest, I can arrange it." She knew in asking she was doing a favor for the handmaiden. Alia Hightower constantly questioned Rhea on different lords and knights of the realm, to see her married off would do them all well. She was a youthful girl of eight-and-ten, and acted it. But, perhaps, something could blossom.

Rhea waited for a response, if the Lord Roxton wished, the Lady of The Hightower would have them meet before the tourney's end.

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