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My name is Soraya_Snow. I am the b*****d daughter of Eddard (Ned) Stark of House Stark. Our emblem is that of the ancient direwolf. I live in what is known as The Seven Kingdoms ... In the Northern Realm. My father is the Warden of the North, Lord of Winterfell. (Winterfell is the vast mansion/castle of the north) The land is always frozen, cold .. and snow. Where summers can last decades and winters a lifetime. The purpose of the northern realms is to protect the things from the wildlings, the Others and other supernatural forces that were locked away by the Wall, guarded night and day by the Night's Watch and Castle Black. Yet these supernatural forces aren't kind like the Children of the Forest, who were lost in the times when these supernatural creatures were locked behind the wall. Since then people feered anything that was slightly mystical, slightly out of place.
I was brought up in Winterfell, the mighty fortress of the North under the love of my father Ned. Yet his wife, Catelyn from House Tully despises me for some reason. Almost as if she see's me as a failure to Lord Eddard. Just like my half brother .. John Snow. John is my elder brother of 18 where I am 16. We were not allowed to inheriate the last name Stark, for we were b*****d born. Giving us the last name of Snow. Meaning our father, Ned, had an affair long ago. Though he is an honourable man, true to his word. It was all because of a war against House Targaryen, its very complicated to explain, almost.
Regardless of that, I live with Catelyn and Neds children. Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran (short for Brandon) and little Rickon. Robb, a 15 year old boy, inheiriting the Tully hair, a dark alburn red hair, with slight freckles across his face. He learns as much as he can of Ned, knowing he would take his father's place as Lord of Winterfell, King of the North once he died. Sansa, the eldest daughter only 13 years of age. She is much into the princess and the entire get up of 'My Hero will come on a white galliant noble steed' Arya, the younger daughter and child of 11. She was definately not your typical house daughter. She loved to fight, play in the mud and get dirty, tackling down the kitchen boys. But she was a beautiful girl, looks most like her father. Bran, a young boy 9, loved to climb, and he never ever fell. Not once in his whole life. Little Rickon, a boy of 3.... he is his own character.
But everything began to change when I had reached my 13th year. I began to get these strange powers, my hair began to turn white like the direwolfs and i started to be able to understand the wolves when they howled in the night. Soon, i could see into the dark, my eyes shapped like that of a wolf. By my 15th year i could change into one. This was horrible, I remember crying one night, John came to me and i explained everything. He did nothing, just like i asked. In fact he supported me and helped me through these changes. John was the only one that knew of this. But that would soon come to pass. He was being sent out to be apart of the Night's Watch., ever again to return to winterfell, nor have a family or anything a man should normally get. That left me alone with my younger ones. The day came when everyone found a direwolf cub from the same litter. John got the only albino one, Ghost. Robb got the grey one, Greywind. Sansa, named her Lady, Arya named hers Nymeria, Bran named his Summer and Rickon named his Shaggy Dog (why i don't know). Yet i did not get one for i was a wolf in blood, more or less. John understood why there were only five true ones for the House Stark, an albino for him, a b*****d born and me who was one.
Soon overtime I loved to sleep outside, compared to a nice bed. I love to be in the wilderness and run amongst the darkened wood. Overtime I told Robb, Arya and Bran, they understood but i dared not tell Sansa nor Rickon for they would tell and I didn't need to have anyone know. So life continued on as normal, I learned to fight and was the best, that is following after John and Lord Ned himself. I could beat any man in all of Winterfell.
By my 16th year my secret spilt out. I was exiled from Winterfell, never to see my family again. Lord Eddard did not approve but he had no choice, none what so ever and for that I forgave him, but not Catelyn. That is when they left me with this news, I am of no blood to the Stark family and never was. I was found in a basket floating in the Bay of Ice. They had taken me in .. but not under Catelyn's sattisfaction. After that they sent me away, and now i roam around looking for my true family, to whom i don't know what i'm looking for. With wolf blood in me and my horse Rakeesh I search.
^My RPC ^ ~ Searching an endless path for my lost family ~
Fate of the Moon · Thu Sep 14, 2006 @ 12:51am · 0 Comments |
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