On barely finding RP... A Fandom OC for ASOIAF

[youngflamelion]

Well, of course you're not going to find people to play me with, ser. It usually helps if you post me around.

Of course, I understand people's reluctance to have anything to do with me. If what you say is true, I do not exist in most people's view of the world. I can see how that may be... disconcerting.

Still, it would not do to give up hope. You play a lion of Castamere, after all.

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[antlered]

The reluctance might come from the fact that no one has any reason to believe you.

[youngflamelion]

Indeed, your grace, though I hardly believe that it is my fault.

Not that I blame my mundane, however. As I take it, people like myself are rarely accepted.

[antlered]

It's absolutely not your fault, Lord Reyne, but we all must make due with what we can get.

[youngflamelion]

Yes, I quite agree, your grace.

It is just my misfortune that I do not really exist in what some may consider the real Westeros.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Sup Lannister looking dude, who are you. >|]

There are no lions in Castamere.

[youngflamelion]

Not any more, but there will be when I am through.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

There'll be no lions anywehre when I'm through.

[youngflamelion]

There is more than one type of lion, my lady.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You shut up, I'm not a lady.

[youngflamelion]

[A smirk]

As you wish. If you're not a lady, who are you?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I'm no one.

[youngflamelion]

No-one who has a strong dislike for lions, even ones currently unrelated to all the strife.

Sounds a bit odd, don't you think?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

No. And no one's unrelated to it.

[youngflamelion]

Very true, but my quarrel with the Lannisters goes back to before this.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

What quarrel?

[youngflamelion]

Perhaps it would be clearer for me to introduce myself. Lord Alvin Reyne.

[A bow.]

At your service.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She's heard the song, she remembers hearing it that night at the Twins, but she's still wary.] You're supposed to be dead.

[youngflamelion]

Yes, I believe that was the idea when my lord father spirited his wife away from Westeros.

[Not strictly true, but close enough. They were on holiday at the time.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then you can fool them. [Then kill them, is what she really means.]

[youngflamelion]

Not likely. The Lannisters have no reason to trust me.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then what good are you?

[youngflamelion]

I should ask the same of you.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I know more than you.

[youngflamelion]

How do you know that? You don't know what I know, and I don't know what you know.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I know many things. I know that lions aren't friends. And I know they made a song about the Reins for a reason. What will you do?

[youngflamelion]

The Gold and the Red Lions are entirely different species.

... And I fear that I do not give my plans out to nobodies. Who knows? You could be a spy, weaving this intricate web of lies in an attempt to snare me.

[He does, of course, know exactly who he's talking to. He was at court. He saw Eddard Stark and his family.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then you're smarter than you look. [Sh was so much more interested in chasing cats learning from Syrio Forel, then. She's learned better since.]

[youngflamelion]

I try my best.

[While he wasn't a Lannister, the trademark Westerman superiority does shine through a bit.]

Trust me when I say that the Red and Gold will not be mixing with one another, however. At least, not in a good sense.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then who will you fight for? [This is very important. Or at least a little important. She needs to know just how wary she should be of him.

[youngflamelion]

Is there a right side? I am a House of one, after all. No bannermen, no soldiers, no men-at-arms. Whose side would you have me join? What can I offer but myself, and the possible final extermination of my House should I pick the wrong side, or fail?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Are you a craven, then?

[youngflamelion]

Craven? No. A craven would not return to the land his family fled.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then why did you return?

[youngflamelion]

I came to make my family's name known again. I did not anticipate a war.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Well there is one. Now what?