Kahlyra Waters
Jun 5, 2013 7:20:46 GMT
Post by Kahlyra Waters on Jun 5, 2013 7:20:46 GMT
Name: Kahlyra Waters
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Driftmark (Crownlands)
Current Place of Residence: Duskendale (Just left, on the road to Dragonstone)
House: House Velaryon, Marriage to House Rykker, Bannermen to House Baratheon
Family:
Mother: Kyra Blackston (deceased)
Father: Ser Rolderys Velaryon (deceased)
Grandfather: Lord Montaeron Velaryon (deceased)
Grandmother: Unknown (deceased)
Half-Uncle: Lord Monford Velaryon (deceased)
Half-Cousin: Lord Monterys Velaryon, a boy of six (ruling lord)
Half-Cousin: Aurane Waters
Half-Aunt: Halaevia Baratheon
Uncle: Alyon Baratheon (deceased)
Half-Cousin: Setaeron Baratheon (deceased)
Half-Cousin: Eliedt Baratheon, a boy of seven
Half-Cousin: Kirilen Baratheon, a girl of four.
Husband: Lord Robert Rykker (deceased)
Brother-in-law: Lord Renfred Rykker (ruling lord)
Daughter: Roldyra Rykker, a girl of four
Daughter: Rhaenya Rykker, a girl of three
Son: Kyran Rykker, a boy of two
Appearance:
Garb: Kahlyra wears the typical garb of a minor noblelady in the crownlands, preferring blues, purples, and pinks. Though she is a bastard, her fostering by her Knight father and her marriage to another minor lord allowed for expensive dresses, some of which she will take with her.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125 lbs
Personality: Kahlyra is incredibly strong-willed and stubborn, often taking it too far, and falling into disobedience. Though she is intelligent and witty, she is also somewhat naive and unexperienced with the world, having been kept safe in her father and then her husbands Keeps. Her ideals are somewhat black and white, leaving little room for grey, and leaving her frustrated with things aren't so simple. She has a knack for empathy, but it constantly comes into conflict with her willingness to do most anything to achieve her goals. She's loyal to a fault. She is quite compassionate, but she can also be very cold, particularly when her children's safety is at stake. Although she knows how to play the game, she despises all the treachery and backstabbing.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: A simple, steel dagger, ornamental but usable, gifted to her by her father.
Skills:
Fine Arts: Kahlyra is a skilled reader, and has even dabbled in some writing. She has an excellent singing voice, and once expressed desire to be a bard before she found she was required to marry.
Courtesy: She has all the skills of a noble lady, and can curtsy and command as well as any other. She's a decent seamstress, and is capable of sewing a wearable dress, though without the lace and frills. She is generally fairly well mannered, only forgetting her manners when she becomes truly passionate about something.
Chatelaine: Kahlyra was raised to be the lady of a minor noble house, and she has the applicable skills. She is capable of handling a small court, and learned how to handle her husbands estates when he went away from the castle. Though she hates politics, she does have a decent, clever mind for it.
Weaknesses:
Physical: She has little body strength, given her life as a lady. And though she is not completely incapable of violence, her only "training" in fighting was from spars with village boys with sticks at a very young age.
Idealistic: Her very straightforward, often unmovable opinions, morals, and ideals are often cause for conflict with others or herself. Being highly opinionated, she may very strongly think one thing, and refuse to compromise, or see another's perspective.
Inexperience: Her inexperience makes her somewhat easy to take advantage. She's introverted, and has difficulty making friends. Kahlyra despises the world of spying and treachery, preferring to avoid it completely, and leaving her an easy victim to it. Her sheltered life has left her with few skills to aid her outside of a keep or castle, causing her to need help for seemingly simple things like starting a fire.
History: Kahlyra was born in 280 AL to a lowborn mother, and a Knight father, Ser Rolderys Velaryon. When her mother did not survive the childbirth, her father determined to take her in and raise her, having been a bastard himself, and sympathizing with her situation. Ser Rolderys was legitimized by his father, Lord Montaeron Velaryon, though not permitted to inherit the lordship over his younger half-brother, Monford Velaryon. Her first couple years were quite privileged, but in 282 AL, the War of the Usurper broke out, tearing the kingdoms apart, and drawing House Velaryon into the war in support of the house they were very loyal to, the Targaryens. Unfortunately, her father never returned from the war, and was killed fighting for Rhaegar Targaryen in 284, leaving behind for his daughter a moderately sized dowry and a long, intricate dagger. Thankfully, upon his return, her uncle Lord Monford Velaryon decided to keep her until she was of age to marry.
Though her uncle didn’t care for her much, she was never mistreated, and was even given her aunt’s old governess to give her lessons in history and the duties of a lady. Much of her early childhood was spent playing with the local common-born boys and girls, as there were very few options in the castle. She spent almost equal time playing dolls and make-believe as she did sparring with sticks, and enjoyed them both. Of course, she would not have been able to get away with this if she were a legitimate child, and as it was, the excursions halted almost entirely as she grew closer to womanhood. Then, her days were focused on time spent with her governess to turn her into a proper, marriageable lady.
Finally, Kahlyra reached womanhood, and through her beauty and the dowry left by her father, Lord Monford was able to make a fairly good match, given her bastard status, with Lord Robert Rykker, the ruling lord of Duskendale. Though not thrilled with a marriage to a man more than three times her senior, Kahlyra did not put up a fight, as she had known for a long time that this was to be her duty, and also that she could’ve ended up with much worse. Thankfully, her husband was not a monster, and though he did not love her, he did hold affection for her, some of which she returned. For the most part, he left her alone, going out on business or to court, and only occasionally visiting her marriage bed. These visits quickly gave her children. First, only a year into the marriage, a black-haired daughter called Roldyra, and a year later, a second black-haired daughter, Rhaenya, followed quickly by a red-haired son, Kyran. Her last child, a girl, was stillborn.
Kahlyra thrived as the Lady of the house. She excelled at the day to day matters often left to her, and often handled much of her husband’s affairs when he was away. Her charming, kind manner made for easy friendships at court, and gained her many loyal servants amongst the ladies in waiting and the men at arms. She lived quite peacefully with her husband and children for about five years, until Robert was struck down by illness. Merely days later, one of Kahlyra’s loyal knights caught a man trying to poison her son, the heir to the lordship. She immediately suspected her husband’s brother, who was next in the line of succession. Fearing that he could easily succeed in the future and she would have no way to prove his guilt, she forsook her husband’s name, her son’s right to the Lordship, and fled with her children and a retinue of servants, knights, and their men that remained loyal to her, fearing for her children’s and her own safety.
Here, she had three options. The first, and most obvious, was to return to the safety her childhood home, but with her uncle dead, the ruling lord was now her cousin, a boy of six, and someone she didn’t know at all, and she feared that she would be turned away. The option she desired most was to travel across the narrow sea, following rumours of rising Targaryens in the east. But this option was the least likely, for she had little coin, and the rumours seemed too conflicting (of a prince Viserys, alive or perhaps dead, his sister, and her savage Dothraki husband, and of dragons, but there had not been dragons for a great many years) to risk the trip. So instead she resolved to request lodging from her Aunt Halaevia, whom she had known briefly as a child, and a few times since then on different family and court visits, and whom, despite not knowing well, she had gotten along well with. Last, Kahlyra had heard, her aunt resided in Dragonstone, with the would-be-king Stannis Baratheon. While Kahlyra preferred a Targaryen on the throne, she had to admit Stannis to be a better option to the young lion on the throne, or his brother, and she knew little of the other challenger, a Stark of the North. And besides, Kahlyra had feigned loyalty to Baratheons most of her life. It would doubtfully be a problem now.
RP Sample:
A handmaiden’s shake woke her from sleep, none too gently, and she flew out of bed, coming face to face with one of her more loyal knights, one of those she had assigned to guard her children, who stood at the foot of her bed. “What is it?” she asked, her voice surprisingly sharp for having been woken up. His look was grave. “It’s your son. A man tried to poison him.” He didn’t need to say more. She launched out of bed, pulling on the black shawl her maid handed her, and rushing out of her chambers, heading toward her children’s rooms. She passed the room her daughters shared, and went straight for that of her youngest child, little Kyran who was but two winters old. She entered the room to seem him sleeping soundly, tucked under his blanket. She watched his chest rise and fall. Then, she breathed, stepping to kneel at his bedside, and leaning over his little body, her hand moving to brush a red curl from his face. He had inherited her hair, and that of her own mother, or so her father had told her. She knew she certainly didn’t have the more common silver hair of the Velaryon house that her father and most of his family had.
Leaning down, she kissed the boy’s forehead. He woke groggily, and stroked his hair again, whispering soothingly. “Kyran, baby, go to sleep. Everything’s fine, baby.” He nodded obliviously, his eyes closing, and she stayed with him until he drifted back into sleep. Then, she stood, and led the knight and her handmaiden out of the room. She took a moment to peek into Roldyra and Rhaenya’s room to check they were safe, and, quickly satisfied, she shut the door, and turned to the man waiting for her. “What did you do with him?” she asked, her voice turning hard. He inclined his head. “The assassin is in a cell, watched over by two of my best. She nodded. “Take me to him.”
He led her down several flights of stairs, until they were at the cells below the castle, and she didn’t stop walking until she was directly before the first cell that was filled. The man inside was short and thin, but with a hard countenance, and she knew it was unlikely he would talk. She stepped up to the bars. “You tried to kill my son. Why?” He said nothing, and she turned to one of the guards. “Open it, and hit him twice.” The man did as asked without hesitation, and the assassin fell to the ground. Slowly, he spat out blood and glared at her. “A bastard’s son is not fit to be a Lord,” he spat. She nodded in realization. “I see.” The answer was obvious. Someone else wanted to be lord, and to do that they needed her son, who was technically lord now, out of the way. She could guess quite easily who is was, as Renfred Rykker, her husband’s brother, had expressed nothing but hatred for her since her arrival in Duskendale five years past, and had always shown jealousy over his brother’s lordship. And with Kyran, who was her husband’s only trueborn son, out of the way, Renfred was next in line.
She turned back to the guard. “Kill him.” Then, she turned to the knight. “Gather your most loyal men. Only those you trust absolutely, and whom you know are loyal to me. We’ll meet by the kitchen door in an thirty minutes, and then we’ll be gone from here. It isn’t safe for my children.” The she departed, leaving one guard to kill the assassin, and taking another with her, her maidservant trailing behind. “Fetch Jeyne and Septa Croyon,” she said to the girl, “send them to gather some clothes and things for the children, and wake the girls, but keep them quiet. Then you gather provisions from the kitchens. As many as can be carried on horseback. Wait for me inside Kyran’s room. Don’t do anything else until I arrive.” The maid nodded, and went off.
Kahlyra, the guard still following behind her, made her way back to her own chambers. She slipped on one of her rougher dresses, made for travel, and pulled on her only pair of leather boots, tucking her dagger into them. The she pulled out a pack, filling it with clothes, necessities, and all the coin she had until it could hold no more. She set the pack by the door, and made her way to the desk in the corner, pulling out parchment and a quill, and jotting out a quick note:
I, Kahlyra Waters, Formerly Lady Kahlyra Rykker of Duskendale, relinquish the Rykker name for myself and my children, as well as all titles that come with the name. We shall not return, and I ask that you do not come after us. We will not bother you any more.
~Kahlyra Waters
She left the note on the desk, and went straight for the door, grabbing her pack on the way. The Septa, her two maids, and the children were all waiting in Kyran’s room as she instructed, so she hoisted Kyran into her arms, as Jeyne and the Septa did the same with Roldyra and Rhaenya, and they left, making their way silently to the kitchens. As they walked, Kahlyra mulled worriedly over where they could go, but by the time the reached their destination, she decided on Dragonstone, where, if all went well, her aunt Halaevia would take them in. The woman had always been kind to her, so she thought it the best of all her options. As they met up with the small retinue of assorted men at arms, she found herself looking longingly at the stables, where her horse resided, but she knew, while her brother-in-law might not pursue her if she forsook her titles, he would certainly come after horse thieves, so they would have to go on foot, and hope that she had enough coin to buy them the short passage to Dragonstone.
As the left the castle, she didn’t look back. Duskendale had never truly been home, and everything she might have missed, besides her horse, she was taking with her. And besides, one horse was an easy sacrifice to make for her children’s safety.
Player: Julia
Other characters played: N/A
Any plans in mind for the character? I hope to take her across the Narrow Sea, with the intention of joining up with Daenerys, having escaped from Duskendale.
Do you agree to the rules: Yes.
Who invited you to the site? N/A
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Driftmark (Crownlands)
Current Place of Residence: Duskendale (Just left, on the road to Dragonstone)
House: House Velaryon, Marriage to House Rykker, Bannermen to House Baratheon
Family:
Mother: Kyra Blackston (deceased)
Father: Ser Rolderys Velaryon (deceased)
Grandfather: Lord Montaeron Velaryon (deceased)
Grandmother: Unknown (deceased)
Half-Uncle: Lord Monford Velaryon (deceased)
Half-Cousin: Lord Monterys Velaryon, a boy of six (ruling lord)
Half-Cousin: Aurane Waters
Half-Aunt: Halaevia Baratheon
Uncle: Alyon Baratheon (deceased)
Half-Cousin: Setaeron Baratheon (deceased)
Half-Cousin: Eliedt Baratheon, a boy of seven
Half-Cousin: Kirilen Baratheon, a girl of four.
Husband: Lord Robert Rykker (deceased)
Brother-in-law: Lord Renfred Rykker (ruling lord)
Daughter: Roldyra Rykker, a girl of four
Daughter: Rhaenya Rykker, a girl of three
Son: Kyran Rykker, a boy of two
Appearance:
Garb: Kahlyra wears the typical garb of a minor noblelady in the crownlands, preferring blues, purples, and pinks. Though she is a bastard, her fostering by her Knight father and her marriage to another minor lord allowed for expensive dresses, some of which she will take with her.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125 lbs
Personality: Kahlyra is incredibly strong-willed and stubborn, often taking it too far, and falling into disobedience. Though she is intelligent and witty, she is also somewhat naive and unexperienced with the world, having been kept safe in her father and then her husbands Keeps. Her ideals are somewhat black and white, leaving little room for grey, and leaving her frustrated with things aren't so simple. She has a knack for empathy, but it constantly comes into conflict with her willingness to do most anything to achieve her goals. She's loyal to a fault. She is quite compassionate, but she can also be very cold, particularly when her children's safety is at stake. Although she knows how to play the game, she despises all the treachery and backstabbing.
Likes:
- Music
- Horses
- Reading
Dislikes:
- Winter
- Wine
- Lies
Weapons: A simple, steel dagger, ornamental but usable, gifted to her by her father.
Skills:
Fine Arts: Kahlyra is a skilled reader, and has even dabbled in some writing. She has an excellent singing voice, and once expressed desire to be a bard before she found she was required to marry.
Courtesy: She has all the skills of a noble lady, and can curtsy and command as well as any other. She's a decent seamstress, and is capable of sewing a wearable dress, though without the lace and frills. She is generally fairly well mannered, only forgetting her manners when she becomes truly passionate about something.
Chatelaine: Kahlyra was raised to be the lady of a minor noble house, and she has the applicable skills. She is capable of handling a small court, and learned how to handle her husbands estates when he went away from the castle. Though she hates politics, she does have a decent, clever mind for it.
Weaknesses:
Physical: She has little body strength, given her life as a lady. And though she is not completely incapable of violence, her only "training" in fighting was from spars with village boys with sticks at a very young age.
Idealistic: Her very straightforward, often unmovable opinions, morals, and ideals are often cause for conflict with others or herself. Being highly opinionated, she may very strongly think one thing, and refuse to compromise, or see another's perspective.
Inexperience: Her inexperience makes her somewhat easy to take advantage. She's introverted, and has difficulty making friends. Kahlyra despises the world of spying and treachery, preferring to avoid it completely, and leaving her an easy victim to it. Her sheltered life has left her with few skills to aid her outside of a keep or castle, causing her to need help for seemingly simple things like starting a fire.
History: Kahlyra was born in 280 AL to a lowborn mother, and a Knight father, Ser Rolderys Velaryon. When her mother did not survive the childbirth, her father determined to take her in and raise her, having been a bastard himself, and sympathizing with her situation. Ser Rolderys was legitimized by his father, Lord Montaeron Velaryon, though not permitted to inherit the lordship over his younger half-brother, Monford Velaryon. Her first couple years were quite privileged, but in 282 AL, the War of the Usurper broke out, tearing the kingdoms apart, and drawing House Velaryon into the war in support of the house they were very loyal to, the Targaryens. Unfortunately, her father never returned from the war, and was killed fighting for Rhaegar Targaryen in 284, leaving behind for his daughter a moderately sized dowry and a long, intricate dagger. Thankfully, upon his return, her uncle Lord Monford Velaryon decided to keep her until she was of age to marry.
Though her uncle didn’t care for her much, she was never mistreated, and was even given her aunt’s old governess to give her lessons in history and the duties of a lady. Much of her early childhood was spent playing with the local common-born boys and girls, as there were very few options in the castle. She spent almost equal time playing dolls and make-believe as she did sparring with sticks, and enjoyed them both. Of course, she would not have been able to get away with this if she were a legitimate child, and as it was, the excursions halted almost entirely as she grew closer to womanhood. Then, her days were focused on time spent with her governess to turn her into a proper, marriageable lady.
Finally, Kahlyra reached womanhood, and through her beauty and the dowry left by her father, Lord Monford was able to make a fairly good match, given her bastard status, with Lord Robert Rykker, the ruling lord of Duskendale. Though not thrilled with a marriage to a man more than three times her senior, Kahlyra did not put up a fight, as she had known for a long time that this was to be her duty, and also that she could’ve ended up with much worse. Thankfully, her husband was not a monster, and though he did not love her, he did hold affection for her, some of which she returned. For the most part, he left her alone, going out on business or to court, and only occasionally visiting her marriage bed. These visits quickly gave her children. First, only a year into the marriage, a black-haired daughter called Roldyra, and a year later, a second black-haired daughter, Rhaenya, followed quickly by a red-haired son, Kyran. Her last child, a girl, was stillborn.
Kahlyra thrived as the Lady of the house. She excelled at the day to day matters often left to her, and often handled much of her husband’s affairs when he was away. Her charming, kind manner made for easy friendships at court, and gained her many loyal servants amongst the ladies in waiting and the men at arms. She lived quite peacefully with her husband and children for about five years, until Robert was struck down by illness. Merely days later, one of Kahlyra’s loyal knights caught a man trying to poison her son, the heir to the lordship. She immediately suspected her husband’s brother, who was next in the line of succession. Fearing that he could easily succeed in the future and she would have no way to prove his guilt, she forsook her husband’s name, her son’s right to the Lordship, and fled with her children and a retinue of servants, knights, and their men that remained loyal to her, fearing for her children’s and her own safety.
Here, she had three options. The first, and most obvious, was to return to the safety her childhood home, but with her uncle dead, the ruling lord was now her cousin, a boy of six, and someone she didn’t know at all, and she feared that she would be turned away. The option she desired most was to travel across the narrow sea, following rumours of rising Targaryens in the east. But this option was the least likely, for she had little coin, and the rumours seemed too conflicting (of a prince Viserys, alive or perhaps dead, his sister, and her savage Dothraki husband, and of dragons, but there had not been dragons for a great many years) to risk the trip. So instead she resolved to request lodging from her Aunt Halaevia, whom she had known briefly as a child, and a few times since then on different family and court visits, and whom, despite not knowing well, she had gotten along well with. Last, Kahlyra had heard, her aunt resided in Dragonstone, with the would-be-king Stannis Baratheon. While Kahlyra preferred a Targaryen on the throne, she had to admit Stannis to be a better option to the young lion on the throne, or his brother, and she knew little of the other challenger, a Stark of the North. And besides, Kahlyra had feigned loyalty to Baratheons most of her life. It would doubtfully be a problem now.
RP Sample:
A handmaiden’s shake woke her from sleep, none too gently, and she flew out of bed, coming face to face with one of her more loyal knights, one of those she had assigned to guard her children, who stood at the foot of her bed. “What is it?” she asked, her voice surprisingly sharp for having been woken up. His look was grave. “It’s your son. A man tried to poison him.” He didn’t need to say more. She launched out of bed, pulling on the black shawl her maid handed her, and rushing out of her chambers, heading toward her children’s rooms. She passed the room her daughters shared, and went straight for that of her youngest child, little Kyran who was but two winters old. She entered the room to seem him sleeping soundly, tucked under his blanket. She watched his chest rise and fall. Then, she breathed, stepping to kneel at his bedside, and leaning over his little body, her hand moving to brush a red curl from his face. He had inherited her hair, and that of her own mother, or so her father had told her. She knew she certainly didn’t have the more common silver hair of the Velaryon house that her father and most of his family had.
Leaning down, she kissed the boy’s forehead. He woke groggily, and stroked his hair again, whispering soothingly. “Kyran, baby, go to sleep. Everything’s fine, baby.” He nodded obliviously, his eyes closing, and she stayed with him until he drifted back into sleep. Then, she stood, and led the knight and her handmaiden out of the room. She took a moment to peek into Roldyra and Rhaenya’s room to check they were safe, and, quickly satisfied, she shut the door, and turned to the man waiting for her. “What did you do with him?” she asked, her voice turning hard. He inclined his head. “The assassin is in a cell, watched over by two of my best. She nodded. “Take me to him.”
He led her down several flights of stairs, until they were at the cells below the castle, and she didn’t stop walking until she was directly before the first cell that was filled. The man inside was short and thin, but with a hard countenance, and she knew it was unlikely he would talk. She stepped up to the bars. “You tried to kill my son. Why?” He said nothing, and she turned to one of the guards. “Open it, and hit him twice.” The man did as asked without hesitation, and the assassin fell to the ground. Slowly, he spat out blood and glared at her. “A bastard’s son is not fit to be a Lord,” he spat. She nodded in realization. “I see.” The answer was obvious. Someone else wanted to be lord, and to do that they needed her son, who was technically lord now, out of the way. She could guess quite easily who is was, as Renfred Rykker, her husband’s brother, had expressed nothing but hatred for her since her arrival in Duskendale five years past, and had always shown jealousy over his brother’s lordship. And with Kyran, who was her husband’s only trueborn son, out of the way, Renfred was next in line.
She turned back to the guard. “Kill him.” Then, she turned to the knight. “Gather your most loyal men. Only those you trust absolutely, and whom you know are loyal to me. We’ll meet by the kitchen door in an thirty minutes, and then we’ll be gone from here. It isn’t safe for my children.” The she departed, leaving one guard to kill the assassin, and taking another with her, her maidservant trailing behind. “Fetch Jeyne and Septa Croyon,” she said to the girl, “send them to gather some clothes and things for the children, and wake the girls, but keep them quiet. Then you gather provisions from the kitchens. As many as can be carried on horseback. Wait for me inside Kyran’s room. Don’t do anything else until I arrive.” The maid nodded, and went off.
Kahlyra, the guard still following behind her, made her way back to her own chambers. She slipped on one of her rougher dresses, made for travel, and pulled on her only pair of leather boots, tucking her dagger into them. The she pulled out a pack, filling it with clothes, necessities, and all the coin she had until it could hold no more. She set the pack by the door, and made her way to the desk in the corner, pulling out parchment and a quill, and jotting out a quick note:
I, Kahlyra Waters, Formerly Lady Kahlyra Rykker of Duskendale, relinquish the Rykker name for myself and my children, as well as all titles that come with the name. We shall not return, and I ask that you do not come after us. We will not bother you any more.
~Kahlyra Waters
She left the note on the desk, and went straight for the door, grabbing her pack on the way. The Septa, her two maids, and the children were all waiting in Kyran’s room as she instructed, so she hoisted Kyran into her arms, as Jeyne and the Septa did the same with Roldyra and Rhaenya, and they left, making their way silently to the kitchens. As they walked, Kahlyra mulled worriedly over where they could go, but by the time the reached their destination, she decided on Dragonstone, where, if all went well, her aunt Halaevia would take them in. The woman had always been kind to her, so she thought it the best of all her options. As they met up with the small retinue of assorted men at arms, she found herself looking longingly at the stables, where her horse resided, but she knew, while her brother-in-law might not pursue her if she forsook her titles, he would certainly come after horse thieves, so they would have to go on foot, and hope that she had enough coin to buy them the short passage to Dragonstone.
As the left the castle, she didn’t look back. Duskendale had never truly been home, and everything she might have missed, besides her horse, she was taking with her. And besides, one horse was an easy sacrifice to make for her children’s safety.
++OOC Info++
Player: Julia
Other characters played: N/A
Any plans in mind for the character? I hope to take her across the Narrow Sea, with the intention of joining up with Daenerys, having escaped from Duskendale.
Do you agree to the rules: Yes.
Who invited you to the site? N/A
