Sansa Stark
Mar 15, 2013 15:53:36 GMT
Post by Sansa Stark on Mar 15, 2013 15:53:36 GMT
Name: Sansa Stark
Age: fourteen
Place of Birth: Winterfell
Current Place of Residence: King's Landing
House: Stark
Family:
Father: Eddard Stark (deceased)
Mother: Catelyn Stark
Brothers: Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark
Sister: Arya Stark
Half-brother: Jon Snow
Appearance:
Garb: Sansa has adopted the style of King's Landing and always dresses fashionably in sumptuous fabrics, usually in pastel colors that complement her delicate coloring.
Height: 5'4”
Weight: 100 lbs
Personality:
Sansa is a demure, obedient girl with a sweet disposition and always behaves in a lady-like fashion, even when faced with adversity. She walks with grace and elegance, always remembers her manners, and is polite to everyone with whom she speaks. Overly concerned about what other people think of her, Sansa is easily embarrassed. Quite an imaginative child, she loves to sing, dance and do needlework. She also adores tales of adventure and romance.
There was a time when she walked around with her head in the clouds, believing in fairy tales and happy endings and that all people are basically good. She tended to ignore what she didn't want to see if it interfered with her idealistic view of the world. She was gullible, trusted far too readily, and was easily swayed. And she dreamed of a handsome prince coming along and sweeping her off her feet, carrying her away to happily-ever-after.
Yet after her prince did come along and she was betrothed to him, she learned that happily-ever-after came at a very high price. He was cruel and had her father killed, and now she lives in fear of him. Her happy-go-lucky existence has turned into terror, and Sansa walks on eggshells, not knowing when he is going to lash out at her. While outwardly as sweet and pleasant as ever, inside she is frightened and does not not like the new world into which she has been thrust.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: n/a
Armour: n/a
Skills:
Compassion: Sansa is a kind-hearted young girl who cares deeply about people, whether she knows them well or not. She is quick to come to the defense of those who are treated unfairly, albeit in a quiet and demure manner. Sansa even feels sorry for the Hound, although he frightens her terribly.
Graciousness: Sansa always remembers her manners and is polite to everyone, even though sometimes it is difficult to be pleasant to some people, such as King Joffrey. She always acts in a refined and graceful fashion, and tries to make the best of every situation.
Weaknesses:
Gullibility: Despite what has happened to her, Sansa still trusts far too readily and can be easily tricked by those with less than honorable intentions.
Vulnerability: Young and inexperienced in the ways of the world, her mind is ruled by emotion rather than logic. She is innocent and naïve and too dependent on others.
History:
The eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, Sansa grew up in Winterfell with her parents and five siblings. Little Sansa was a delightful child … intelligent, curious about the world around her, and pleasing to look upon. She was quite the little lady, with a demure, quiet, and obedient demeanor. While her siblings often engaged in more boisterous games, Sansa could be found curled up in a corner reading stories of princesses with crowns of gold and knights in shining armor, or working at sewing and embroidery.
Her life was quite a happy one, and when she was twelve, it took a rather delightful turn. The royal family came to Winterfell, her father was made Hand of the King, and Sansa herself was betrothed to Prince Joffrey, whom she thought was both handsome and charming. One day she would be queen of Westeros, and she felt like one of the heroines in the stories she loved so much. She was excited to be moving to King's Landing, and that the place that had seemed like only a dream to her would become her new home.
The journey started out perfectly. Joffrey was very attentive to her, and her heart leapt with joy when he asked her to take a walk with him. Eventually they came upon her sister Arya sparring with one of her friends, which embarrassed Sansa greatly. She did not expect for Joffrey to challenge the young boy himself, and watched on with horror as her stupid sister attacked the prince, provoking her direwolf to do the same. Her sweet prince was wounded by Nymeria and refused to accept her comfort. Most likely, it was because of the pain, and Sansa's gentle heart went out to him.
Later though, that same heart chilled when the incident was brought before King Robert. Arya recounted the story exactly as it happened, but Joffrey's tale was steeped in lies. When Sansa was asked to for her own views, she wanted to defend her sister, but did not wish to betray her betrothed. Confused, she took a deep breath and professed not to remember, that everything had happened too fast. She thought that would be the end of it, but Queen Cersei insisted that Arya's direwolf was dangerous and should be killed. Nymeria, though, was nowhere to be found, and it was decided that another direwolf would have to die in her stead … Sansa's beloved Lady, who had never harmed a living soul. The young girl pleaded for her companion's life, but the decision had been made. Her father put down Lady himself, and Sansa mourned for her during the remainder of the journey.
Once in King's Landing, her youthful exuberance returned, even though she did not forget Lady's senseless sacrifice. She took to court life like a fish to water, and enjoyed every moment she was able to spend with the prince. The queen took a liking to her as well, and this pleased her, for Cersei was beautiful and kind and Sansa admired her greatly. The Hand's Tourney was quite thrilling, at least until someone was killed, but she put that out of her mind by the time of the feast afterward. Joffrey stayed by her side all evening, and she was completely captivated by his attentions … at least until he asked his bodyguard, a man he called the Hound to escort her back to the castle. Sandor Clegane frightened her with his badly burned face, but she was polite to him, even if he did not take kindly to her courtesies. He told her the story about how his face had been ruined, and then demanded that she tell no one else or he would kill her. It was a horrible ending to a promising evening, and that night, Sansa's dreams turned to nightmares.
For quite some time, her life was uneventful save for a few fights with her sister, and then one day her father informed her that they would all be returning to Winterfell. Although she did not wish to betray her father's confidence, she did not wish to leave her fairytale existence. For once disobedient, Sansa asked to see the queen and told her of her father's plans, begging her to allow her to stay and marry Joffrey. Cersei was as kind to her as always, although she did not confirm that Sansa would able to stay. When she was dismissed, she was escorted to a room that was not her own and guards were set at the doors. Soon her friend Jeyne Poole joined her and a few hours later, she heard the sounds of fighting outside. The two girls huddled together wondering what was going on.
For three days, they were confined to the room. Eventually, Sansa was brought before the queen again and discovered that King Robert was dead, Joffrey was now King, and her father had been accused of treason. The young girl was stunned, knowing that her father was certainly no traitor. Cersei asked her to write letters to her family confirming what had happened and asking them to come to King's Landing and show their support to the new King. She did not want to do it, but she was frightened and confused and did not want her refusal to make things worse for her father. She did as asked, even though she had some misgivings about it.
After that, she was given the freedom to go anywhere within the Red Keep, but as she was always accompanied by guards, it was a hollow freedom. Yet she knew deep in her heart that Joffrey loved her and that if she could just get the chance to speak to him, she could convince him that Eddard was not a traitor. She got her chance at the first court session she attended, and although she was frightened and nervous, she stepped forward and asked to speak. Joffrey granted her request, and she pleaded for her father, not denying his treason, but telling her betrothed that Eddard didn't really know what he was saying because of pain and being under the influence of milk of the poppy. The king claimed that he would allow Eddard to take the black if he confessed and swore fealty to him. Sansa left the Great Hall with a lighter heart, knowing that her beloved would do what was right.
Yet when it came time for Eddard to confess, Joffrey did not make good on his promise but demanded that he be executed instead. Sansa was horrified and for the first time, she saw her betrothed as he truly was … not loving and compassionate, but cruel and heartless. She screamed as her father's head was severed from his body, and her innocent view of the world shattered into billions of knife-sharp shards, each one piercing her newly broken heart.
She refused to leave her room, preferring to grieve for her father in solitude until the day Joffrey came and demanded that she attend him. Sansa told him she hated him, and he had one of his knights strike her. She knew then that she must do as he said or suffer more of the same, and acquiesced meekly to his demands. Later he forced her to view her father's severed head, which horrified her, and when she defied him by claiming that her brother Robb might give her Joffrey's head as a gift, he ordered her struck again.
Now Sansa must be very careful of everything she says and does, and she has learned that her idealistic view of the world has very little to do with reality. She can trust no one fully, and she feels so vulnerable, so young, and so alone. Although she will one day be the future queen of Westeros, Sansa feels more like a captive in a lovely gilded prison. Yet a true lady makes the best of any situation, and a fire burns fiercely within her, manifesting itself in a quiet strength that she has yet to discover.
RP Sample:
~In happier times, on the night of the feast when the royal family visited Winterfell~
The gown was beautiful, of turquoise silk embroidered around the hem with delicate pink and yellow flowers. The tiny beads that formed their centers glowed in the flickering candlelight. Sansa had done the embroidery herself, and she had to admit she was proud of it. She had even embroidered matching flowers on the ribbons that would adorn her hair. It was not that easy to stitch on ribbon, but she thought that she had done quite well, considering that she still had a lot to learn about the needle arts. The gown was absolutely perfect for the royal feast, and the young girl had been admiring it for most of the day where it had lain on her bed ready for the evening to come.
And now she felt the soft fabric slide over her small form as one of her handmaidens helped her dress. Sansa had been looking forward to the feast ever since she had first heard of it, and she was so excited that sometimes she nearly forgot to breathe. She was anxious as well, for she wanted to make an excellent impression on the royal family … especially Prince Joffrey and the beautiful Queen Cersei … and she was afraid that something might go horribly wrong. The girl had always been told that she moved with a natural grace, but what if she tripped over something and fell flat on her face? Or what if she was asked a question and didn't know how to answer … or worse yet, said the wrong thing? Or what if Arya embarrassed her in some fashion?
Sighing, she tried to put the endless what-ifs out of her head, and focus on the things that could go right instead. She imagined the queen complementing her on her poise, and praising the embroidery on her gown. And maybe the prince would wish to speak to her and he would tell her that she was pretty. The latter was so appealing and she could envision it so clearly, that she sighed dreamily at the very notion.
Once she was dressed, Sansa sat down so that another maidservant could fix her hair. The front was braided so that it would stay out of her face and pulled back and tied with the turquoise ribbons. The rest of her bright auburn mane fell down her back and she could feel it bouncing against her waist as she stood at up and approached her mirror, wanting to observe the finished effect. The girl that stared back at her had cheeks flushed with excitement and sparkling eyes. The color of the dress complimented her hair and made her pale skin seem to glow. The overall effect was quite pleasing, and she watched as her reflection smiled.
Lady padded over to her and sat down at her feet, gazing up at her with imploring golden eyes, wishing for a little attention. “So what do you think?” she asked the direwolf, reaching down to caress her soft gray fur. Oh how she wished that Lady would be able to go with her, but she had already been told that such a thing would not be allowed.
An unexpected rap on the door caused her to jump slightly. Lady growled. A servant promptly answered it, and a broad smile turned up the corners of her lips when Jeyne Poole nearly bounced into the room … as excited about the feast as Sansa herself. “Oh, Sansa,” she enthused, “you look so beautiful! The prince will not be able to ignore you even if he tries!”
A soft rose-colored blush blossomed across the girl's already flushed cheeks. “Thank you, Jeyne. You look lovely yourself. Maybe he will pay you more attention than he pays me.”
The older girl rolled her eyes. “I don't think so. And anyway ...” Leaning toward Sansa conspiratorially, she whispered, “Prince Joffrey is going to escort you to the feast tonight. And you will be sitting beside him as well.”
Sansa's blue eyes widened and excitement fluttered like little butterflies in her stomach. As the daughter of Winterfell's steward, Jeyne would know such things and Sansa did not doubt the truth of her words. Throwing her arms around her friend, she hugged her briefly. “Thank you for telling me, Jeyne. At least now I will be prepared. But ...” Anxiety momentarily eclipsed the excitement in her churning mind. “What do I do? What do I say? I want everything to be perfect.”
Jeyne giggled, leaning over to stroke Lady's big head. “There is still an hour before the feast begins. We can practice.” Rising, she stood up straight and attempted to look regal. It was quite hilarious and Sansa could not resist laughing. “Pretend I'm Prince Joffrey,” she said in a rather awful attempt at a deep manly voice … even though the prince was too young to have that sort of voice yet. “You look very beautiful tonight, Lady Sansa,” she continued.
Sansa rolled her eyes, but decided to play along. It certainly couldn't hurt. Dropping an elegant curtsy, she glanced up at her friend. “Thank you, Prince Joffrey. I am very honored that you are escorting me to the feast.”
Jeyne shook her head. “I think you should work on that line. Be more creative. You want to intrigue him, not bore him to death.”
Sansa laughed and tried again. Before too long, both girls were giggling hysterically as their playacting went on, getting more and more ridiculous by the moment. By the time they left the room and headed for the Great Hall, Sansa was no longer nervous, looking forward to the wonderful evening to come.
Player: Lissa
Other characters played: n/a
Any plans in mind for the character? I like plots to develop naturally.
Do you agree to the rules: yes
Who invited you to the site? probably an ad on another site, or it might have been RPG-D or Caution.
Age: fourteen
Place of Birth: Winterfell
Current Place of Residence: King's Landing
House: Stark
Family:
Father: Eddard Stark (deceased)
Mother: Catelyn Stark
Brothers: Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark
Sister: Arya Stark
Half-brother: Jon Snow
Appearance:
Garb: Sansa has adopted the style of King's Landing and always dresses fashionably in sumptuous fabrics, usually in pastel colors that complement her delicate coloring.
Height: 5'4”
Weight: 100 lbs
Personality:
Sansa is a demure, obedient girl with a sweet disposition and always behaves in a lady-like fashion, even when faced with adversity. She walks with grace and elegance, always remembers her manners, and is polite to everyone with whom she speaks. Overly concerned about what other people think of her, Sansa is easily embarrassed. Quite an imaginative child, she loves to sing, dance and do needlework. She also adores tales of adventure and romance.
There was a time when she walked around with her head in the clouds, believing in fairy tales and happy endings and that all people are basically good. She tended to ignore what she didn't want to see if it interfered with her idealistic view of the world. She was gullible, trusted far too readily, and was easily swayed. And she dreamed of a handsome prince coming along and sweeping her off her feet, carrying her away to happily-ever-after.
Yet after her prince did come along and she was betrothed to him, she learned that happily-ever-after came at a very high price. He was cruel and had her father killed, and now she lives in fear of him. Her happy-go-lucky existence has turned into terror, and Sansa walks on eggshells, not knowing when he is going to lash out at her. While outwardly as sweet and pleasant as ever, inside she is frightened and does not not like the new world into which she has been thrust.
Likes:
- singing, dancing, needlework, and other lady-like activities
- poetry and stories of chivalry and romance
- lemon cakes
Dislikes:
- violence
- Joffrey (although she pretends that she does)
- being embarrassed or put on the spot
Weapons: n/a
Armour: n/a
Skills:
Compassion: Sansa is a kind-hearted young girl who cares deeply about people, whether she knows them well or not. She is quick to come to the defense of those who are treated unfairly, albeit in a quiet and demure manner. Sansa even feels sorry for the Hound, although he frightens her terribly.
Graciousness: Sansa always remembers her manners and is polite to everyone, even though sometimes it is difficult to be pleasant to some people, such as King Joffrey. She always acts in a refined and graceful fashion, and tries to make the best of every situation.
Weaknesses:
Gullibility: Despite what has happened to her, Sansa still trusts far too readily and can be easily tricked by those with less than honorable intentions.
Vulnerability: Young and inexperienced in the ways of the world, her mind is ruled by emotion rather than logic. She is innocent and naïve and too dependent on others.
History:
The eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, Sansa grew up in Winterfell with her parents and five siblings. Little Sansa was a delightful child … intelligent, curious about the world around her, and pleasing to look upon. She was quite the little lady, with a demure, quiet, and obedient demeanor. While her siblings often engaged in more boisterous games, Sansa could be found curled up in a corner reading stories of princesses with crowns of gold and knights in shining armor, or working at sewing and embroidery.
Her life was quite a happy one, and when she was twelve, it took a rather delightful turn. The royal family came to Winterfell, her father was made Hand of the King, and Sansa herself was betrothed to Prince Joffrey, whom she thought was both handsome and charming. One day she would be queen of Westeros, and she felt like one of the heroines in the stories she loved so much. She was excited to be moving to King's Landing, and that the place that had seemed like only a dream to her would become her new home.
The journey started out perfectly. Joffrey was very attentive to her, and her heart leapt with joy when he asked her to take a walk with him. Eventually they came upon her sister Arya sparring with one of her friends, which embarrassed Sansa greatly. She did not expect for Joffrey to challenge the young boy himself, and watched on with horror as her stupid sister attacked the prince, provoking her direwolf to do the same. Her sweet prince was wounded by Nymeria and refused to accept her comfort. Most likely, it was because of the pain, and Sansa's gentle heart went out to him.
Later though, that same heart chilled when the incident was brought before King Robert. Arya recounted the story exactly as it happened, but Joffrey's tale was steeped in lies. When Sansa was asked to for her own views, she wanted to defend her sister, but did not wish to betray her betrothed. Confused, she took a deep breath and professed not to remember, that everything had happened too fast. She thought that would be the end of it, but Queen Cersei insisted that Arya's direwolf was dangerous and should be killed. Nymeria, though, was nowhere to be found, and it was decided that another direwolf would have to die in her stead … Sansa's beloved Lady, who had never harmed a living soul. The young girl pleaded for her companion's life, but the decision had been made. Her father put down Lady himself, and Sansa mourned for her during the remainder of the journey.
Once in King's Landing, her youthful exuberance returned, even though she did not forget Lady's senseless sacrifice. She took to court life like a fish to water, and enjoyed every moment she was able to spend with the prince. The queen took a liking to her as well, and this pleased her, for Cersei was beautiful and kind and Sansa admired her greatly. The Hand's Tourney was quite thrilling, at least until someone was killed, but she put that out of her mind by the time of the feast afterward. Joffrey stayed by her side all evening, and she was completely captivated by his attentions … at least until he asked his bodyguard, a man he called the Hound to escort her back to the castle. Sandor Clegane frightened her with his badly burned face, but she was polite to him, even if he did not take kindly to her courtesies. He told her the story about how his face had been ruined, and then demanded that she tell no one else or he would kill her. It was a horrible ending to a promising evening, and that night, Sansa's dreams turned to nightmares.
For quite some time, her life was uneventful save for a few fights with her sister, and then one day her father informed her that they would all be returning to Winterfell. Although she did not wish to betray her father's confidence, she did not wish to leave her fairytale existence. For once disobedient, Sansa asked to see the queen and told her of her father's plans, begging her to allow her to stay and marry Joffrey. Cersei was as kind to her as always, although she did not confirm that Sansa would able to stay. When she was dismissed, she was escorted to a room that was not her own and guards were set at the doors. Soon her friend Jeyne Poole joined her and a few hours later, she heard the sounds of fighting outside. The two girls huddled together wondering what was going on.
For three days, they were confined to the room. Eventually, Sansa was brought before the queen again and discovered that King Robert was dead, Joffrey was now King, and her father had been accused of treason. The young girl was stunned, knowing that her father was certainly no traitor. Cersei asked her to write letters to her family confirming what had happened and asking them to come to King's Landing and show their support to the new King. She did not want to do it, but she was frightened and confused and did not want her refusal to make things worse for her father. She did as asked, even though she had some misgivings about it.
After that, she was given the freedom to go anywhere within the Red Keep, but as she was always accompanied by guards, it was a hollow freedom. Yet she knew deep in her heart that Joffrey loved her and that if she could just get the chance to speak to him, she could convince him that Eddard was not a traitor. She got her chance at the first court session she attended, and although she was frightened and nervous, she stepped forward and asked to speak. Joffrey granted her request, and she pleaded for her father, not denying his treason, but telling her betrothed that Eddard didn't really know what he was saying because of pain and being under the influence of milk of the poppy. The king claimed that he would allow Eddard to take the black if he confessed and swore fealty to him. Sansa left the Great Hall with a lighter heart, knowing that her beloved would do what was right.
Yet when it came time for Eddard to confess, Joffrey did not make good on his promise but demanded that he be executed instead. Sansa was horrified and for the first time, she saw her betrothed as he truly was … not loving and compassionate, but cruel and heartless. She screamed as her father's head was severed from his body, and her innocent view of the world shattered into billions of knife-sharp shards, each one piercing her newly broken heart.
She refused to leave her room, preferring to grieve for her father in solitude until the day Joffrey came and demanded that she attend him. Sansa told him she hated him, and he had one of his knights strike her. She knew then that she must do as he said or suffer more of the same, and acquiesced meekly to his demands. Later he forced her to view her father's severed head, which horrified her, and when she defied him by claiming that her brother Robb might give her Joffrey's head as a gift, he ordered her struck again.
Now Sansa must be very careful of everything she says and does, and she has learned that her idealistic view of the world has very little to do with reality. She can trust no one fully, and she feels so vulnerable, so young, and so alone. Although she will one day be the future queen of Westeros, Sansa feels more like a captive in a lovely gilded prison. Yet a true lady makes the best of any situation, and a fire burns fiercely within her, manifesting itself in a quiet strength that she has yet to discover.
RP Sample:
~In happier times, on the night of the feast when the royal family visited Winterfell~
The gown was beautiful, of turquoise silk embroidered around the hem with delicate pink and yellow flowers. The tiny beads that formed their centers glowed in the flickering candlelight. Sansa had done the embroidery herself, and she had to admit she was proud of it. She had even embroidered matching flowers on the ribbons that would adorn her hair. It was not that easy to stitch on ribbon, but she thought that she had done quite well, considering that she still had a lot to learn about the needle arts. The gown was absolutely perfect for the royal feast, and the young girl had been admiring it for most of the day where it had lain on her bed ready for the evening to come.
And now she felt the soft fabric slide over her small form as one of her handmaidens helped her dress. Sansa had been looking forward to the feast ever since she had first heard of it, and she was so excited that sometimes she nearly forgot to breathe. She was anxious as well, for she wanted to make an excellent impression on the royal family … especially Prince Joffrey and the beautiful Queen Cersei … and she was afraid that something might go horribly wrong. The girl had always been told that she moved with a natural grace, but what if she tripped over something and fell flat on her face? Or what if she was asked a question and didn't know how to answer … or worse yet, said the wrong thing? Or what if Arya embarrassed her in some fashion?
Sighing, she tried to put the endless what-ifs out of her head, and focus on the things that could go right instead. She imagined the queen complementing her on her poise, and praising the embroidery on her gown. And maybe the prince would wish to speak to her and he would tell her that she was pretty. The latter was so appealing and she could envision it so clearly, that she sighed dreamily at the very notion.
Once she was dressed, Sansa sat down so that another maidservant could fix her hair. The front was braided so that it would stay out of her face and pulled back and tied with the turquoise ribbons. The rest of her bright auburn mane fell down her back and she could feel it bouncing against her waist as she stood at up and approached her mirror, wanting to observe the finished effect. The girl that stared back at her had cheeks flushed with excitement and sparkling eyes. The color of the dress complimented her hair and made her pale skin seem to glow. The overall effect was quite pleasing, and she watched as her reflection smiled.
Lady padded over to her and sat down at her feet, gazing up at her with imploring golden eyes, wishing for a little attention. “So what do you think?” she asked the direwolf, reaching down to caress her soft gray fur. Oh how she wished that Lady would be able to go with her, but she had already been told that such a thing would not be allowed.
An unexpected rap on the door caused her to jump slightly. Lady growled. A servant promptly answered it, and a broad smile turned up the corners of her lips when Jeyne Poole nearly bounced into the room … as excited about the feast as Sansa herself. “Oh, Sansa,” she enthused, “you look so beautiful! The prince will not be able to ignore you even if he tries!”
A soft rose-colored blush blossomed across the girl's already flushed cheeks. “Thank you, Jeyne. You look lovely yourself. Maybe he will pay you more attention than he pays me.”
The older girl rolled her eyes. “I don't think so. And anyway ...” Leaning toward Sansa conspiratorially, she whispered, “Prince Joffrey is going to escort you to the feast tonight. And you will be sitting beside him as well.”
Sansa's blue eyes widened and excitement fluttered like little butterflies in her stomach. As the daughter of Winterfell's steward, Jeyne would know such things and Sansa did not doubt the truth of her words. Throwing her arms around her friend, she hugged her briefly. “Thank you for telling me, Jeyne. At least now I will be prepared. But ...” Anxiety momentarily eclipsed the excitement in her churning mind. “What do I do? What do I say? I want everything to be perfect.”
Jeyne giggled, leaning over to stroke Lady's big head. “There is still an hour before the feast begins. We can practice.” Rising, she stood up straight and attempted to look regal. It was quite hilarious and Sansa could not resist laughing. “Pretend I'm Prince Joffrey,” she said in a rather awful attempt at a deep manly voice … even though the prince was too young to have that sort of voice yet. “You look very beautiful tonight, Lady Sansa,” she continued.
Sansa rolled her eyes, but decided to play along. It certainly couldn't hurt. Dropping an elegant curtsy, she glanced up at her friend. “Thank you, Prince Joffrey. I am very honored that you are escorting me to the feast.”
Jeyne shook her head. “I think you should work on that line. Be more creative. You want to intrigue him, not bore him to death.”
Sansa laughed and tried again. Before too long, both girls were giggling hysterically as their playacting went on, getting more and more ridiculous by the moment. By the time they left the room and headed for the Great Hall, Sansa was no longer nervous, looking forward to the wonderful evening to come.
++OOC Info++
Player: Lissa
Other characters played: n/a
Any plans in mind for the character? I like plots to develop naturally.
Do you agree to the rules: yes
Who invited you to the site? probably an ad on another site, or it might have been RPG-D or Caution.