name;Valkyrie Tully
house; House Tully
rank; Lady. Eldest child and Daughter of Lord and Lady Tully
gender; Female
age; Twenty
height; 5’ 10”
weight; 120 lbs.


hair; Brunette, with a tinge of red. Kept long or braided.
eyes; Blue
clothing; In tradition with the Riverland fashion Valkyrie traditionally wears shades of blues, greens, and grays. Subtle patterning of river life can usually be found on many articles of her clothing. Also has the Tully crest pinned somewhere on whatever she ears. Coming from the Noble House of Tully, matched with the wealth from the fertile Riverlands, Lady Tully is usually dressed in high quality materials.
oddities;-

family;
Lord Tully (Open)
Lady Tully (Open)
Brother (Open)

History; As the sun fell from the sky into the west beyond even the farthest reaches of man, the young Tully girl was named Valkyrie, by her father, after a group of strong female figure he heard about in the legends when he was merely a boy that decided who won and who died in battle. The head of house Tully decided that their daughter would be the heart of the Riverlands, the way her mother was the beauty. Valkyrie was the oldest of the two Tully children, but she had never seen a reason to be jealous of her younger brother. He had his strengths, but she knew that she had more than him. At least, she did in her mind. She was often overlooked because of her young age, though she did not really mind it. All that it really meant was that Valkyrie would be the one with the most time to just sit back and observe the comings and goings of the royals and noblemen of that passed through Riverrun, where she spent most of her time. She had a close relation with all members of her family, despite the odd combination that they made up.

In a place where nobody else would be able to enter, Valkyrie kept her dark thoughts brooding. She cared about her sibling and had no desire to throw them out of the way, because she held a different kind of power that was earned, not inherited, and it was probably that fact alone that kept her feeding off of it. In the places where no one bothered to look, Valkyrie watched. When the shadows veiled the faces of mankind and covered the land, she waited. Most of the time, the young miss had quite simply been in the right place at the right time and heard the wrong things coming out of people; they were the things that people meant to keep hidden from the rest of the world, but she always happened to stumble upon them. The thing about words was that they were the easiest things to slip up on.

Because of her talents of keen observation, whenever there was something that she needed yet had no authority to get, the calling of the favors would begin to roll in and Valkyrie would never have to lift a finger or even sneak around. As the years in court pressed on, people began to grow wary of Valkyrie and her undying abilities. If people refused to help her, she would never hesitate to spill those juicy little secrets to the people that were the most likely to not want to hear it. Her actions and lack of ceasing the expansion of power drove the people of the land to call her the Lady with the Iron heart, though it was a title that she had never taken offense to. With her clear blue eyes and fair skin complimented by her dark mane of hair, she appeared as a noble lady with a gentle face, but many people would describe her as sickly-sweet.

It would be too easy for people to call her lovely, though she had never viewed herself that way. She thought that she was precise and calculating, which was what she had been taught by her mother to be as she grew. Valkyrie had a glare colder than ice when needed, though she had never been to the north. However, she had never found a man that had ever been good enough for her. When it came to love, she played dangerous games of cat and mouse where she would always come out on top. Only those she felt were willing enough to play were the ones that she enjoyed company with. Valkyrie had no will to be married off to a stranger that she had never met before. She'd never known the love of a man.

But she was the iron lady, after all. Why should she care?

Play By: Meghan Ory
Account: Tully

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