HIGHBORN, daella baratheon

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]A creature with blood of fire and words that could never be taken back. Certainly, one should not trust Daella within any delicate situation requiring skillful maneuvering of the tongue. But she does a few things well if not with a sword arm: knowing how to provoke and cut deep into past wounds. When the woman, now older and less like to pamper feelings, is not being her sarcastic, grinning self she is instead the instrument of heat and warfare rising through the breath of her lungs, the sounds of her words, and the cut of steel.
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Sometimes in the hour of the wolf she looks back and regrets things though the only soul that would know is her husband's. To everyone else she is the firebrand, the reckless, the ruthless, and the one incapable of gentler inclinations. All of which are untrue in varying degrees, of course. Bitterness came along with resentment for the days past and along the lines of a sharp turn in the course of her life. But every curse she threw at the stones of Storm's End were matched with prayer she recited in the lands of the Free Cities. And so the world turns, and she smiles and occasionally breaks things... and she laughs for her dark day of demise, as every warrior understands in time.

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]For some, Daella will always be remembered as the fire-spitting wildchild of the Targaryens. With signature unruly hair and a dragon's temper, she was no model gracious noblewoman. But far and away from the line of succession, she was given the freedoms to carve out her own path. And so she chose the sword—better than many, better than most. Quick and vicious and often garbed in the manner of a man, before long she was drawing comparisons to the Visenya of old.
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Fate decreed that she, young and fit would become a close companion of Jaehaerys the II, old and frail as he was. To her she was a kindly prince, good of heart but weak of body. She was his most staunch supporter, quick to defend those who would use his health against him and the extension of his arm in the places he could not reach. After her father passed, her cousin continued to be a paternal figure for her and till this day cites him as the only reason she did not descend into the dark side of history.
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A few years after coming of age, Daella found herself increasingly pressured to accept suitors and give up her dream of a future... epsecially one she could not have, a man on the cusp of becoming Kingsguard. But Jaehaerys proved merciful that day. He halted Arkas Baratheon's vows, and in a spontaneous act bequeathed the blade normally handed down through succession to Daella. In her ears he whispered his concerns about his children, then barely teenagers, and his own lack of soldiery; Dark Sister would be safe kept in the hands not of a prince or princess but to the best Targaryen fighter of the generation, who also happened to be his favored cousin.
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It would be a point of contention up until the day the king died.
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Daella and Arkas departed King's Landing, though it could easily be called fleeing from the repercussions of the king's actions. But it was the best opportunity she had ever had to encapsulate her happiness, and so she convinced Arkas to escape with her. Across the stepstones and onto the western coast of Essos did they travel, making friends and enemies of all walks of life along the way. For a time, it was calm. Calm because they kept their distance from the politics of Westeros, which at the time had no need of either of them during Jaehaerys' peaceful reign.
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It only lasted until the firstborn son of the Baratheons met his untimely demise and Arkas was forced to return home to become the new Lord. Much like before, one partner followed the other and though a life among the gloomy stones and people of Storm's End was nothing like the one she had planned, she saw it as her payment for the years at sea. She traveled to and from the stormlands to the capital, the confidant of a king and the outsider of her own family. But still she held on to that sword, trusting few of the Targaryens and least of all the crown princes and princess who had become adults in her absence. She even aided in the kidnapping of a Martell princess for her nephew; a long and tumultuous story.
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Eventually Daella's years would turn from warrior to mother, at first begrudgingly, but with more acceptance over time. Certainly, she could feel her skills wane with every childbirth, with every year; no longer undefeated, no longer as notorious. And as she raised her children carefully under her wings while watching her family writhe with tensions, she waited. Waited for Jaehaerys to make a decision on that which he confided in her long ago as to who he saw fit for succession. Eventually, she was there for his demise as she and her husband rushed to King's Landing.
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Now Daella and Arkas sit unsteadily, him as the temporary hand to manage the realm's affairs and she understanding the very real decision of throwing her support behind one of the three contenders for succession—and by extension, the House Baratheon. In her care is still the blade of yore, Dark Sister, knowing that whomsoever she gave it to would afford some claim of validation to the throne and, perhaps more importantly, wanting to return it as she promised the late king two decades ago.

[attr="class","bioheader"]inventory.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Dark Sister: The famous valyrian steel sword of old, fit for a woman's hand but carried by many men otherwise. Currently always on her hip, normally unused, but never dull.

[attr="class","bioline"]43

[attr="class","bioline"]female

[attr="class","bioline"]heterosexual

[attr="class","bioline"]5'10" / 178cm

[attr="class","bioline"]152lb / 69kg

[attr="class","bioline"]highborn

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[attr="class","bioline"]stallas

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