Highborn, Ashe Tully

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

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Known as the pale wolf, she is often described by many as ghostly and ephemeral. An existence that could very well fall apart at the slightest touch. At a young age, Ashe was a shy and reserved girl, unwilling to converse with others that was not her sire or nursemaid. Finding friendship with the beasts in the stables and the birds by her window more than the children of her own age. Only ever willing to see the world through the books that littered her room.[break][break]

Whispers had made her into a distrustful lady. Questioning the compliments and so-called good intentions her elders would direct towards her, simply returning them with a smile befitting that of a child struck with perpetual illness. A mask to hide the disdain she felt as they spoke.[break][break]

As she grew, the Stark within her became more and more apparent, as was the qualities of her mother. She became more obstinate, facing even the most imposing of men who'd come up to her with a tongue of silver and a voice of silk, cowering beneath her skirt but standing as tall as her small stature would allow her. Walking with pride and grace befitting of a child of a wolf and a lioness with an air that would make anyone doubt her weak constitution. She was a pup no longer with a proud heart and a strong spirit. Loyal to none but her kin and her betrothed. Capable of taking charge when needed, she is not shy to step up when the opportunity calls for it, often times being the surprising source of morale no one would have expected.[break][break]

However in the company of her family and beloved, she is quick to dial back. Easily returning to the soft-spoken girl she'd always been.

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

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Upon a wintry night a babe was born to the mighty house of Stark. Her fingers were tiny, her cheeks flushed against her ghostly skin. Hair as white as the snow cascading from the sky, and eyes as red as blood. Monstrous, hideous, freak. The child brought fear to the superstitious and ridicule from her peers. Killed at the behest of many if not for the intervention of her own sire.[break][break]

Ashe was sickly, weak. Most of her father's kin saw her as a mistake, unfitting of the name Stark. A bastard as the whispers go from the men in armor and the women at work. But of course, she most definitely was not. But these were the words that would fill her young ears as she'd sneak across the halls, avoiding contact with anyone. It was horrible. It hurt. But she bore it with a smile, often only breaking into tears on the lap of her nursemaid who stood by her since she was a mere babe.[break][break]

It caused the girl to shut out anyone whom she neither knew or trusted, only finding kinship in beasts. Many a time she would sneak off to look upon her father's dire wolf, Scarlet, whose alabaster fur and piercing red eyes made her see herself in it. So much so she'd often dream she was the beautiful beast more often than not.

Upon her twelfth year, she'd meet a man whilst she snuck off to "speak" with the horses. He was... kind, funny, charming. It took her by surprise at how easily she'd allow her walls to be taken down by this man. They'd speak, but not for long, and as he left, the promise of exchanging ravens was made. From that day forth, the young wolf, would sit eagerly by her window, day in and day out in anticipation for the arrival of the secret bird up until the day she was told she was to marry. By then she'd simply sent a letter to the other detailing her family's plans to marry her off to a man she'd never met at the ripe young age of fourteen and ceased to send him letters since then.[break][break]

Strange as it was however, she never met her husband. At least... she didn't for the first few months of their marriage. It surprised her really, even after she'd moved to the Tully's home. She was taken to hers and her spouse's empty chambers, spent her time there all on her own. Her meals were on time and she would eat alone. She was free to venture around the castle but had never seen hair or hide of her husband. Up until she put her foot down and went looking for him herself.[break][break]

To her surprise, it was the man she'd written letters to. He looked much more mature in the two years they'd not seen each other but suffice to say, he looked well. She was happy to see him and was glad he was the man she'd ended up marrying.[break][break]

Many years have passed since then, and she'd long since become a proper wife to him. She was happy. Happier than she'd ever been in the halls of her father. Every now and then, she would reminisce about the halls of her youth, as though stalking it herself, even dreaming about the cries of pups she'd never met, but never once did she truly feel homesick. After all, she's finally found a home.

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

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Sapphire Necklace[break]
A gift from her husband given to her on their wedding day. One will never fail to see her wearing it.[break][break]

Dagger[break]
A regular dagger forged by the blacksmiths of Winterfell, given to her for protection before she left for Riverrun.[break][break]

Pandora[break]
A gentle Palfrey mare whose coat shines of ivory and whose mane flows like silk. Yet another gift given to her on her wedding day and was the beast that carried her all the way from Winterfell to Riverrun.

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

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

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

[attr="class","bioline"]5 ft 3 inches

[attr="class","bioline"]110 lbs

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

[attr="class","bioline"]GHOSTBLADE, Yulia

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

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