HIGHBORN, saera targaryen

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]Saera has the blood of a dragon, and lives up to the Targaryen name by being as fiercely independent as the dragon on her house's black-and-red banners. It is just as common to find her in mail as it is to find her in silk, and rather than a needle and cloth in her hand, Saera is likely to be seen with a sword and shield.
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Though she is not fond of the court, Saera understands that politics are a necessary evil and will play the games of wit and strategy, even going so far as to work with her enemies rather than against them if she believes it will further her own agenda. She has inherited her mother's relaxed nature, but the princess is not as refined of a diplomat as her mother. Saera has little filter when it comes to expressing her perspective, and she has gotten herself into trouble on more than a single occasion for offending other nobility. In addition to her blunt opinion and dry wit, she has a dark sense of humor and enjoys mocking and taunting those around her; playfully with friends, cruelly with enemies.
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Saera is a proud creature and a staunch supporter of House Targaryen and their allies, but is especially affectionate and loyal to her family even when they are enduring times of internal and external conflict. To those who conspire against her, her house or her allies, Saera shows little mercy and does not discriminate between man, woman, or child. The cost of betraying a dragon can only be paid with two things — fire and blood.

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

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Saera Targaryen was born in 266AC, the same year and day that Aegon the Unlikely died and left the throne to his son, Jaehaerys II. As one dragon left the world, another was born. From the moment she left her mother's womb, Saera was wild. The baby girl could not be silenced no matter what her mother or her wetnurses did, and would only calm down and drift off to sleep after she had wailed all the energy from her little body.
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The crying stopped as soon as Saera could crawl, for the world could now be explored by the little dragon. If her nurses set her down and looked away, she would crawl out of sight and have the poor nurses in a panic. It got worse the older and more mobile she became. Saera loved to explore the halls of Maegor's Holdfast and the secret passages beneath the Red Keep, and would disappear for hours to satiate her curiosity.
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Remaining idle for too long bored Saera, making her studies a painful process for both her and the maester and septa that tutored her. The only thin she would sit and listen to for hours were stories and tales of grandeur, of ancient dragonlords and legendary warriors, of distant lands and strange cultures. Saera was fascinated with the unknown, and always wished she had a dragon of her own that she could fly to the end of the world on.
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It took many years for Saera to learn the subtleties of the court. With blood so close to the crown, the young Targaryen saw the best and worst sides of people and despised how everyone lied and manipulated for personal gain. Even her own mother, who she looked up to so highly, was just as guilty. Those who were truly honorable were a rare breed. After a time, Saera started to think the Iron Throne was cursed. Its power and influence corrupted the Seven Kingdoms and turned honorable men into murderers and she hated it.
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Upon her flowering, Alysanne Targaryen started to discuss marriage with her daughter. Saera did not want to take the name of another, for she was the blood of the dragon. The thought of marrying and settling so early in life terrified her. It was her duty, she knew, and Saera would do it if the marriage would strengthen the Targaryen House, but doing so would bind her to Westeros and its corruption forever. Any dreams of seeing distant lands would disappear the moment she said her vows. 
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Seeing her daughter's torment, Alysanne took pity on her daughter. Rather than forcing her to marry, Alysanne made an agreement with Saera. For seven years, she would became a ward of any lord that would take Saera under his wing. After that seven years, Saera would take a husband and fulfill her duty to House Targaryen. Thinking she was clever, Saera sent a message to the Sealord of Braavos. Surprisingly, the Sealord welcomed her without hesitation. True to her word, Alysanne allowed her daughter to become a ward to the Sealord of Braavos.
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Syraan Ja'qar was a wise and clever old man. Rather than treat her as a princess, the Sealord put Saera to work. Her bedchamber was plain, empty even. Syraan instructed her that if she wanted something while she was in Braavos, she would have to earn it. It was a shock to not be treated as royalty, but whenever her pride would flare and she would protest, the Sealord would close his eyes and mutter, "Valar dohaeris." All men must serve.
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Studying with the maesters and septas of King's Landing had been torture, but learning the intricacies of politics and trade within the Free Cities was hell. The lessons she was taught by the First Blade of Braavos were always her favorite. Saera had greater motivation as the ward of the Sealord. Not only did she have more to prove to the people of Braavos and the Sealord, but she represented the entire Targaryen line. In addition, Saera was not held to the standards of a highborn lady. So long as she represented the strength of a dragon, Saera could be whoever she wanted to.
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In time, Saera became not only the ward of Syraan Ja'qar, but a trusted confidant and an ambassador of Braavos. Though she did not learn until many years later, the Sealord's daughter died only a year before she arrived in Braavos. Saera unknowingly filled that void, easily playing the part of the Syraan's dutiful daughter. She would go on to travel throughout the Free Cities, acting as a diplomat and messenger to figures of importance. She delivered trading terms to the Thirteen of Qarth, supped with the Great Masters of Meereen, and was even asked for her hand in marriage by a powerful magister of Qohor.
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No matter how far she traveled or how much she saw, it was never enough for Saera. But alas, her time as ward of the Sealord was coming to a close. She had seen and experienced much in those years.
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The night before she was set to sail for Westeros, a dream came to her. Saera dreamed of an old dragon laying in the throne room of the Red Keep. Surrounding him were three other dragons, younger and smaller, watching the old dragon with saliva dripping hungrily from their jaws. They crept closer to the old dragon as its eyes started to close, their bodies tense like a cat preparing to pounce. She awoke in a cold sweat when the old dragon's eyes closed and the young dragons lunged toward his body.
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Whatever the dream meant, one thing was certain—it was time to return home.

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

[attr="class,"bioentry"]FIRE IMMUNITY: Saera is a pure Targaryen, with nothing but the essence of Old Valeria through her veins. The blood of the dragon is something that all true Targaryens possess, but Saera is blessed with a trait that is beyond rare. Saera cannot be burned by fire or damaged by heat. She has yet to discover the true breadth of this ability, thinking her immunity to be nothing more than a high pain tolerance when her servants heat her baths too hot.
[break][break]BRAAVOSI BLADE: As strong as castle-forged steel, Saera's slender Braavosi blade was a gift to her from the First Blade of Braavos. It is rather simple in appearance, with soft black leather wrapping the grip and curled steel that extends from the crosspiece to protect her hand. Its scabbard is just as slender as the blade, crafted of matching black leather but stitched with silver threads in patterns that resemble fire.

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

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

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

[attr="class","bioline"]5'6"

[attr="class","bioline"]120LBS

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

[attr="class","bioline"]WITCHER, ciri

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

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