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LOCATION: king's landing
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ABOUT: Tayce is one daughter of many, born to a knightly house in the Riverlands. She is currently a ward of the crown, and Mistress of Keys to Rhaenna Targaryen. She doesn't know what chill is. Don't touch her schedule. She'll cut you.
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Nov 24 2015, 07:14 PM

Eleven years of her life had been spent at court. Somehow, she still felt out of place at events like these. She knew she wasn't the only non-noble in the room. Tourney's were full of traveling knights and commoners. At least among that faction, she was exceedingly comfortable with her surroundings. Tayce had seen the finery and the chaos a thousand times before. She new the dances, and she knew most of the faces that mingled in the crowd - at least the ones that visited court with any level of frequency. But that was all this event was to her - a sea of familiar faces, on the outside of which she lingered.

It was Rhaenna's other ladies that she watched - the girls who were dancing and indulging, enjoying the festivities, now that word broke that Prince Valarr would live. She was dressed more simply than any of them. Her gown was plainly cut, without a bead or stitch of lace to adorn it. Her hair had been woven into a simple braided crown that left her long curls free to brush the tops of her hips. There were no flowers in her hair, or jewels on her neck. It was for that reason that she still stood out - almost looking more the servant she was at six than the woman she'd grown into. Alas, it wasn't finery or attention that she craved. It was knowing that none of the ladies made a fool of their selves - or Rhaenna by extension - that she most craved. Thus, her gaze was trained on Joie Massey.

She was a sweet girl, and a well meaning one. Unfortunately she wasn't the brightest of stars. More unfortunately yet, the girl clearly didn't mix well with wine. She'd been watching as the lovely blonde spoke with a knight who had done particularly well in the lists today. As the conversation carried on, their touches became more and more frequent. Finally, it was a particularly enthusiastic giggle that set her into motion. At this rate the girl was going to make a fool of herself, and Tayce, for one, wouldn't stand aside to watch it.

"I fear Lady Massey is needed elsewhere. Would you forgive me for stealing her away?" Tayce spoke the words in a way that left no room for argument. Her arm was already circling Joie's waist, to steer the girl away. The knight looked as if he did, indeed, have a few complaints. But he was at least polite enough not to voice them. She dipped into half a bow - all she could manage while supporting the other woman as she was - before making her exit. "You'll thank me in the morning." She assured the blond lowly, as she steered her from the room. At least Joie was agreeable enough that she didn't protest, so long as Tayce kept talking to her.

As they made their way through the halls, Tayce paid little mind to the topic at hand. She doubted it would be remembered come morning. Once they reached the room, Tayce requested some water be brought up for Joie, before helping the girl into bed. It seemed best not to help the woman out of her gown first. If she did wind up wandering the halls, she should at least be covered. One glass of water later, and the Massey girl was tucked into her bed, thoroughly absorbed in the soft furs draped there. She had the look of someone that would be unconscious in a few short moments.

Tayce slipped away only after asking the maids to keep an eye on her, at least until she went to sleep, before making her way back to the event. She made it as far as the main floor before her feet seemed to grow heavy. She could see the heavy doors, that hung open. Inside was soft candle light, laughter, and music wafting her way. But it wasn't the siren's song to her that it was to others. Gathering her skirt in one hand, Tayce turned the other way, towards a darkened alcove that she knew to be the home of a bench. She swung inside, pushing a heavy curtain out of the way as she did. Dimly lit as it was, Tayce didn't realize anyone else was there until she sat down on their lap. With a squeak of surprise, she jumped back up, turning to face the person behind her with wide blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I hadn't expected to find anyone in here!" She rushed.

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Nov 21 2015, 08:10 PM

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Nov 21 2015, 07:06 PM
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<div class="infocat"><b> NICKNAMES: </b> just Tayce … to her face </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> RANK: </b> knight's daughter </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> TITLE: </b> Mistress Tayce </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> AGE: </b> 17 years </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> REGION: </b> Riverlands </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> HOUSE: </b> house Targaryen </div>
<div class="infocat"><b> PLAYBY: </b> Carmella Rose </div>

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<div class="words"> 8 MEMORIES </div><p>

<b>5 YEARS OLD .</b> My earliest memories were always ones that involved sharing a bed with Gwen. Our house wasn't quite big enough for all of us, so us girls shared rooms. I was never upset about it. My two brothers had rooms of their own, but it seemed so terribly lonely to me. At night, Gwen and I would stay awake for hours, giggling until our mother came in to scold us. She always reminded us that we would have an early morning, and our duties wouldn't wait for us to catch up on the sleep we forfeited tonight.
<b>6 YEARS OLD .</b> The day Viktar left, I remember crying. We all went out to see him off. He was a bit old for a squire, but he'd been training with father for years, and he was determined that he'd be able to hold his own. I remember how excited he was to go. Every time mother tried to hug him he tried to squirm away. Father was going to travel with him, before leaving Viktar with the man that would become his guardian for the next several years. I remember trying to run after them for a little while. The house got very quiet after Viktar was gone.
<b>8 YEARS OLD .</b> When I was eight years old, a visiting Knight in the city addressed me as "my lady" and asked for directions. It wasn't just the title that wasn't mine, and it wasn't just him being polite. The part that struck me was that the words seemed to imply that I looked like someone who belonged here. I was someone who would have directions. I didn't correct him on the title, and not only because I suspected he was only trying to be polite. I liked the way it sounded. I liked the thought that I was the sort of glamorous woman that graced the halls of court. I liked the idea of truly being one of them some day.
<b>10 YEARS OLD .</b> Don't look at me like that! I'm far from the only female alive who ever had a crush on a prince! I knew it would never come to anything. He was a Prince and he would marry a proper Lady. He would marry for the wellbeing of his house, and I would remain a maid. I knew it then, and I know it now. But after I became friends with Rhaenna, I met her siblings. He was always so sweet and polite - unlike his brothers in a very obvious way. It was more than just his pretty face, and it wasn't for his title. Anyway, plenty of girls have a crush on Prince Matarys. At least I'm sensible enough to know that nothing will come of it.
<b>12 YEARS OLD .</b> I knew it was going to happen, of course. It wasn't as if they hadn't warned me that one day I would flower. Flowe like it was some beautiful event in a woman's life. I knew it was a good thing. I was a woman now, and it was something to be proud of. But I didn't feel very proud when I woke up to blood stained sheets. I'd gone to bed with the most horrific belly ache. I cried some into a pillow before finally dozing off. When I woke up there was blood on my night down, and the sheets below me. It wasn't as much as I once feared it would be, but it was horrifying none the less. I tried to take care of it myself, but I wound up waking up Allara in the process. Gods, it was the most horrifying night of my life.
<b>14 YEARS OLD .</b> Durring my time as a maid, I'd been raised in my station several times. I'd been at the keep since I was six years old, and I knew it better than nearly anyone. Better than that, I understood courtly manners. I could both read and write. I was more indispensable for it. I was no longer a simple chamber maid when another offer was given me - the offer to be Princess Rhaenna's Mistress of Keys. It would mean a room of my own for the first time in my life. It would be more responsibility, and
<b>15 YEARS OLD .</b> He was sweet, he was handsome, and I knew a lot of girls fancied him. He could have had any of them, but it was me he was chasing after. He was the one that pursued me. Naturally I told him no. I didn't have time to be courted! But he didn't give up. He was the first and only man who ever kissed me, and I told myself I was in love. There was a small tourney in the city - the birthday of one of the princes, and that night we danced. When my legs grew too tired we left and found a moment alone. He tried to put a hand up my skirt and I got angry with him. I told him I wasn't that kind of girl. The next day he had his betrothed on his arm.
<b>17 YEARS OLD .</b> On my seventeenth nameday, one of the other lades stole some wine, and snuck int into my room after a day of leisure. The lot of us giggled and danced through he night. For a moment, it felt like being back home with my sisters. I almost wondered what the day might have been like if I'd been home with them, but the melancholy didn't last for long. It was a perfect night, even with the horrible headache in the morning.

</p><div class="words"> 7 PAEGE CHILDREN </div><p>
    <br>Beatrice Rora Paege (25)
    <br>Helena Yvette Paege (23)
    <br>Viktar Tate Paege (21)
    <br>Gwen Elspeth Paege (20)
    <br>Tayce Sylva Paege (17)
    <br>Rylen Hektor Paege (16)
    <br>Jacinth Nimah Paege (13)
</p><div class="words"> 6 WEAKNESSES </div><p>
You will learn very quickly that Tayce Paege is a very uptight person. She tends to take the world on, and she's not always the best at asking for help. She micro-manages things, and absolutely swamps herself in the things she is supposed to be doing. She's not a person who takes anything lightly. This is the main reason she's known to be such a snippy person, honestly.
Tayce is a smart girl. She pays attention to the world around her, and she's well educated. As such, she's formed an opinion or ninety. The problem is that he isn't afraid to share her opinions. That doesn't mean she'll just go around telling off random strangers. She's perfectly capable of holding her tongue. But if you don't want her opinion, don't ask for it. I can promise you that she isn't someone that will ever sugar-coat her opinion for you. That isn't to say she always had a negative opinion. But it's not the kind comments people remember.
She is busy and she does't have time for your shit. Take a number please, and don't be late for an appointment she sets with you!
Let it be known, that this woman does not do anything half way. For her, it is all or nothing. Tayce is someone that goes completely overboard with projects she is working on. She's not usually very good at delegating, but with the big projects you can pretty well guarantee that she is going to suck the entire world into it with her. She's going to use every able body to make sure everything goes perfectly. Tayce is an obsessive little perfectionist, and you should probably get used to it.
It's not something she makes a great secret of. If you come to Tayce with a problem, chances are good that she'll help you. At the end of the day she has a big heart. But you can count on the fact that she is going to be judging you, and most likely lecturing. Tayce is someone who has high expectations of herself, and everyone around her. Logically, she knows she expects too much, and can only hold herself to it. But that doesn't mean you won't get a piece of her mind when she helps.
Tayce will insist all day and night that she is a realistic person. This is a lie. She's a pessimist to the core, but for practical reasons (in her mind). Tayce is someone that likes to prepare for the worst. She likes to get her feet under her incase the ground falls away. She doesn't go through life with rose colored glasses. She sees things as they are, and tends to look at her own life in the worst possible light.

</p><div class="words"> 5 STRENGTHS </div><p>
She might not even be a noble, but you'd never know it from the way she speaks. Tayce is an assertive girl who knows what she wants. She's not afraid to speak her mind or be heard. She's not afraid to enlist the help of someone else. Tayce is extremely confident. She knows who she is, and what she stands for. In her mind, she's not a very intimating person. But her tone and conviction tend to unnerve most people enough that they don't argue too much with her.
There is nothing that can or will ever turn this girl on like organization. She's a freak for it. She loves lists and structure. She likes making sense of other people's crazy lives, and her own. She likes telling others when their plans just won't work, and she likes being right. To Tayce, there is a time and place for everything - but you might have to give her five minutes to find some.
Tayce is a girl who never smudges the bottom line. She never breaks rules, and she never takes chances. Overall, she has lived a very safe life. She stays firmly inside the lines of socially acceptable behavior. She's the girl that you can always count on, even if it doesn't always make for the most exciting life. Truly, her life is dull, and she doesn't know how to let her hair down. But she'd still count her responsibility as a strength. She's grounded in a way few girls her age are.
Now Tayce doesn't like breaking rules. She doesn't like crossing lines or deceiving people. But she's come to realize that there comes a time when the truth doesn't need to get out. She's lied more than once for Princess Rhaenna, and she knows she'd do it again in a moment. Tayce is a girl who is good at thinking on her feet. She's good at grasping onto the most believable scenario for something, even if it's not the real one. Her matter-of-fact tone leaves little room for argument. Her lies have never been called out yet.
Few see it simply because she's so abrupt and uptight. But honestly? Tayce is a very generous person. At the end of the day she wants to help others, and she always talks herself down when she gets annoyed with someone. She'll snap and she'll lecture … but she's going to spend the rest of the night reminding herself why it's wrong to get after someone the way she did. She may not always admit she was wrong, but she certainly feels it. Only those closest to her see what a big heart she has.

</p><div class="words"> 4 FEARS </div><p>
Silly as it may sound, marriage terrifies me. The thing about marriage is that there is always an exchange of power. Even with my own parents, who I know full well loved one another, it was there. My mother had a title, and it was my mother who called the shots. If I marry a noble, I won't only owe him my loyalty as his wife. If I marry above my station, I will always be the pretty little wife he married, even though I was below his station. He will own me on a whole other level, and the idea is deeply unsettling. I can't imagine ever being happier in a marriage than I am in my current position.
They say winter is coming, and I've read enough stories to know that it can't end well. Winter terrifies me, because I know families like mine will suffer more than the nobility. I'm terrified that any of my siblings will not survive. I'm terrified that the only reason I will is because I live at the Red Keep. I'm afraid that I won't be able to protect them, and that I will be left alone. I worry that this winter will be worse even than the ones on record. It scares me, because this is one of those things I can't prepare for. I hate not being able to create some kind of plan. I'm not very good at feeling helpless.
Eleven years I've lived at the Red Keep. Eleven years I've watched the Targaryen children hatch eggs and raise dragons. To this day the lot of them scare me to he core. I can't understand how anyone can expect to control a beast like that. I can't bring myself to trust the dragons, or the royal they bonded with. I avoid them at all costs. Is it terrible that I'm relieved Rhaenna's egg never hatched? I'm not sure what I'd do if I had to be around her dragon. I got used to Adara, but I never would have gotten used to a dragon.
This is a broad fear, I know. But it's not any one thing that scares me. I'm afraid of being helpless - not just in marriage, but in anything. I hate having no control, or no voice. I'm terrified of the prospect of being tied up. I'm an independent person, and I strongly value that. Having it taken away, in any sense, terrifies me. I don't know how long I'd survive if I was truly the subject of another's will in all matters.

</p><div class="words">3 SECRETS </div><p>

1 . I love to sing. It's not really something I advertise. It's a self-indulgent activity that was never a sensible pursuit. I've never been the girl that embroidered for fun, or spent copious amounts of time dancing. When I learned them both it was for practical reasons. I danced with Rhaenna, and I learned to do the mending because of my position. I'm good at both, of course, but they both had a purpose. Singing is just something I enjoy, even if I'm not very good at it (she is ignore her). I suppose I've always been terrified of what others might say if they heard me. When I was young I'd sing as I cleaned rooms around the keep, but I've never done it for another.
2 . Once, I fancied myself in love. Both for his sake and mine, I'll keep his name to myself. He was sweet and charming. He had a lovely smile and kinds words. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever beheld. He told me that he wanted to make me his wife. When it became obvious that I would not be with him until he married me, things changed. Not two days later I saw him at court with his betrothed. Apparently he'd been keeping it quiet in hopes of luring someone else in on the side. Predictably she was a noble girl from a pristine family. I should have known better than to think he was ever serious about me. I do hope the two are happy together, though.
3 . I know it's silly and childish. I've told myself so a hundred times. I reason my way through the panic of it. But I hate storms. I hate hearing the sky's thunderous roar. I hate hearing of the fires that spring up as the sky breaks. I never do manage to sleep through them. I've always been a light sleeper, and when there is a storm overhead, I am awake and trying to muffle the sound with a pillow.

</p><div class="words"> 2 LIVES </div><p>

When I was born, my life was very different than it is now. Four sisters and two brothers, all but two of which were born before I was. One sister and one brother came after, and the three of us were left with quite the legacy to live up to. My mother is a noble of house Piper - the first daughter, with two younger sisters. She chose to marry for love, abandoning the betrothal her father had been hoping to secure for her. She always told my sisters and I that a noble girl has only to be pretty and quiet. It is enough to be noble. But we were born to a knight, and more would be expected of us. She educated us as she had been, and taught us the ways of court. She hoped to prepare us for all that the world would throw at us.
I was still a girl when my eldest sister, Beatrice, was sent to serve at Riverrun. She was given as a ward to Lord Hoster before his death. It was an opportunity to bring light to the name Paege. Everyone knew that Beatrice could better the future of all of us. She was fifteen when a stable boy left her with child, and a few months older when they ran away together. My mother hasn't spoken her name since it happened, and my father grinds his teeth every time you bring her up. I heard she and her husband run an inn in the northern part of the Westerslands. They say the two do very well for their selves.
After that we thought all was lost for the rest of use. But Helena managed to get a position with house Whent, and has been courted by one of his younger sons for the past year. Viktar, my elder brother, became squire with Ser Lucas Blackwood. It all seemed so simple when it started, but it was Viktar that changed everything for us. He was still friends with Ser Lucas when he became a member of the Kingsguard. It was that friendship that brought him to the city, and it was he who made the name Paege known.
I, however, was six at the time when an offer was given - an offer to send a daughter to King's Landing, become a ward of the crown. At the time, Gwen was already promised to to heir of house Deddings, though she wasn't much older than me - just shy of ten. She was the beauty among my sisters, and it was agreed that she would marry the Deddings heir when she came of age. So, it was me that was sent. At six, I left home. I would not be there to see Rylen be sent off to the Vale, to squire for Lord Elbert. I would not be there to see my youngest sister Jacinth become a woman. But I would write them every week. Even before I could properly write a letter, I wrote them. It was mostly gibberish, but it was my only connection to home.
In the early days I was dreadfully homesick. I cried most nights, though I was too proud to admit it. I tried to muffle the sounds in my pillow, but the girl I shared a room with heard me anyway. Her name was Allara Waters, and she'd been born at the Red Keep. Her mother was a maid, and her father was a Rosby. But she was a maid, just like me. She was five to my six, and she became my closest companion. On the worst of nights we would share a bed. It helped more than I could say, to be honest. I'd always shared a bed with one or two of my sisters, and I hated sleeping by my self. I just felt so alone. Having a friend helped a great deal - someone to whisper at through the darkness eased the terror of it.
Somewhere in my first year there I came to know Princess Rhaenna. I was a bit terrified at first. She was a Princess, and I was horrified that I would do or say something wrong. But I can sincerely say that Rhaenna is the single sweetest girl I've ever known - both then and now. When she learned how much I missed home she offered to share her bed with me. According to her, it was too big anyway, even with Adara in it. I cannot begin to tell you how dreadfully I feared her wolf at first. Still a pup, and the creature was nearly taller than me! But the two of us would stay up all night, whispering and giggling. We tried to read, though neither of us really knew how just yet. In the end, we made up stories to tell one another, pretending that they were actually on the page. In no time, King's Landing went from being a dreaded prison, to being my home.
That was all the beginning of a life I never could have expected - a life that would change me more than I could ever have known. I am a different person for being raised here - a different person for the people I've met. At times I wonder how much different I would be if I'd stayed at home with my siblings. Would I be fanciful as other girl's are? Would I long for the possibility of marrying a fine Lord? Would my heart be lighter if I'd seen my mother every day? I can't know how different I would be, but I can say for certain that I am glad for the life I've been given.

</p><div class="words"> 1 CHANCE </div><p>

I am someone who does not believe in multiple chances. Once someone makes a mistake, I believe that only a fool would open their self up for the same outcome. I try to be understanding, and I always try to reserve my judgment. But if I cannot talk myself out of it, I won't do so later. If someone makes too grave a mistake with me, there is no going back. I will always try and talk myself back, tell myself that I am being too harsh. But some times harsh is exactly what someone needs.


<td><div class="infocat"><b> PLAYER: </b> Echew </div></td>
<td><div class="infocat"><b> YOUR AGE: </b> 26 </div></td>
<td><div class="infocat"><b> EXPERIENCE: </b> your mom </div></td>
<td><div class="infocat"><b> LOCATION: </b> you know nothing </div></td>

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