Selenya Targaryen

Born a bastard, Selenya Targaryen is the eldest child and sole daughter of Evaeline Targaryen. Though the identity of her father yet remains unknown to her, her mother would regale her at night with tales of his numerous feats of strength and displays of courage, assuring her that he was "one of the greatest warriors in Westeros".

With her family holding a magisterial seat within the city's ruling conclave, Selenya's life has been one of luxury and prosperity. Groomed and raised in the image of her mother from a young age, she was well-equipped to take the mantle of head of House Targaryen of Lys with Evaeline's relatively recent passing. She died in 408 AC giving birth to her daughter Visenya Silvermoon.

Personal Goals

 * Selenya seeks to see her House restored to the level of influence it carried in Essos upon its foundation
 * Having inherited the Leviathan's egg from her mother, Selenya searches for a means to hatch it
 * Convinced that her mother was poisoned, Selenya investigates the motive and identities of those responsible
 * WIth Aeryn coming into manhood, Selenya begins to consider the thought of finding him a suitable wife

Appearance and Character
Despite the gradual dilution of the Targaryen blood in her family, Selenya arguably demonstrates the most Valyrian of features. Her cheek bones are high and angled; her jaw line is well-defined, coming together at a delicately chin. With an aqualine nose, finely sculpted lips, petite ears, and large lilac eyes, few can argue her beauty.

The only claim to be made against her Targaryen ancestry is that of her hair, but even that is an empty argument. As a child, Selenya encountered a number of Tyroshi with hair as vibrant and variable in hue as a rainbow following a heavy rain. Since then, Selenya has enjoyed playing with dyes of various shades. Although she prefers muted and subtle colours of pale gold, rose, copper and even the occasional lilac to the vibrant choices of the Tyroshi culture, her natural hair colour is a silver so pale it borders upon white.

Tall and straight-backed, she maintains her chin poised aloft and the hint of a smile perpetually upon her lips. With long legs and a lean frame, she almost glides as she walks. Like her mother, she carries herself with a regal disposition and air of pride. Though not as personally ambitious, Selenya is every bit as deviously driven as her mother in achieving whatever goals she sets. Loyal to those who are loyal to her, she is an enigmatic paradox of selfish altruism.

Early Life (381 AC - 394 AC)
Like many noble-born girls, Selenya enjoyed a variety of comforts and luxuries. From an early age, her health was attended to by a maester that her mother had hired from Westeros, who likewise contributed to her intellectual and social development. Unlike many noble-born girls, Selenya also had the privilege of being directly attended by her mother, receiving lesson after lesson of appropriate etiquette, attire, manner, and character. She excelled in lessons of history and politics, but her favourite subjects to study were the intellectual games of cyvasse, anatomy and physiology of the human body, and alchemical properties of various compounds.

Selenya may not have had friends or peers her age, but she grew close with her mother and was constantly surrounded by friends and members of the upper echelon. Two men in particular come vividly to mind when thinking of her past.

The first she knew ironically as Ser Nick, though she preferred the moniker Uncle Nikki. He was a whale of a man, rotund and hefty, but had come into her mother's employ frequently enough over the years as a sellsword that he had become akin to family. And he certainly acted the part, sharing pasties and treats with the young Dragon on more than one occasion. It could quite possibly be said that he was single-handedly responsible for her education of the finer arts, regaling her at every opportunity with epic poems and various oral traditions from across the Free Cities. On more than one occasion, she would listen to the retelling of The Thousand Classical Poems of Lys with him in tow during the annual festival in their honor.

Even more than Uncle Nikki, the second man, known as UncaBee, quickly became her favourite source of entertainment. A sellsword in Essos as well, he visited frequently, staying for months at a time sometimes when his war excursions were either nearby or in recess. For hours on end, she would demand stories. He would speak of brave knights and grand tournaments and war and conquest in Westeros, but above all of those, she enjoyed when he would tell her all the dragon lore he knew. As she grew, it was this draconic knowledge she craved. She dreamed of one day sitting atop a dragon of her own, knowing well that without the Leviathan, her great grandfather Baelon would not have had nearly the same level of success that he did. However briefly. So much was her love for them that UncaBee gifted to her a music box featuring a dragon, all made of bronze with gold and ebony accents, a gift she treasures to this day.

Life as Selenya knew it changed quite dramatically after the birth of her brother, Aeryn, in 391 AC. With her mother sitting upon the conclave of magisters for the majority of her childhood, Selenya had grown rather accustomed to having her run of the manse. Kept and quiet as it was, she was free to do as she pleased, particularly when she was old enough to take her leave with a guard or two to explore the city proper, or make appearances at the various festivals and political functions.

With her brother’s birth, however, she was discouraged from leaving him to his own devices – not that she desired to. With him around, there was never a dull moment. She quickly became something of a mother for him: attending to his needs as an infant, helping him to crawl, applauding his first steps, chasing after him when he’d learned to run. And as soon as he was able to go off on his own, he would return to Selenya with bruises for her to kiss and scrapes for her to mend. The use of various slaves, poultices and dressings soon became second nature for the girl.

An Unexpected Proposal (395 AC)
As soon as Selenya had shown interest in the management of her family’s affairs, her mother had encouraged her involvement. Thus, she had taken a role in the various pleasure houses from a relatively early age. For the most part, she took part in the lessons, learning of the arts of love and pleasure alongside the slaves of her age, mastering hygienic practices and socioemotional connection as well as physical technique. In particular, she took interest in ensuring the happiness and health of the staff. As it was, she was not actively involved in the profession until her fourteenth year when her mother informed her that she had arranged a most suitable match.

No amount of preparation and knowledge could have readied her for that night. Although he was quite a bit older than she, he was youthful, handsome, and as timid as a maid. To this day, still able to recall every detail of the union, Selenya holds no small amount of mixed emotions, particularly with regard to the following morning. Upon awakening, her client – evidently overcome by shame or guilt with the intensity of his apology – offered her a marriage proposal. She knew at the time that knowing nothing of his history or from what family he hailed, and beyond that, he was a client, she should not – could not – accept. Even still, despite turning him down as gently as she could, just as she had been taught, she accepted the signet ring he gave her, four red three-headed dragons carved into a plate of onyx.

With his departure, part of her wondered if he would ever return for her, to ask properly for her hand in marriage, but she never saw him again. She still wears his ring upon her neck as a symbol of a life she could have had.

Stepping into the Role (396 AC - 397 AC)
In the years to come, Selenya would gradually take over full management of a small number of the pleasure houses. For having had Evaeline Targaryen as a mother, Selenya was a rather gentle soul. When she wasn't tending to clients, or to the needs of her slaves, she was seeing to the general health of the rest of her family's slaves and employees. This attentiveness and apparent concern for others' welfare carried over into her profession, resulting in many of her clients finding her companionship as therapeutic as it was pleasurable.

It wasn't long before her lessons to selectively and tastefully accept gifts and offers were once more put to the test. Offers of full-time positions as a concubine became the norm, and as she developed a regular clientele, she began to expect the routine gifts they would bear her with each meeting. An ornate ring of opal and gold here, a flowing robe of blue and silver silk there. She would treasure every one - within reason - and take care to ensure she bore the gifts she was given over the years when next she met with that client. One such client had - by his own words - grown so enamored with her beauty that he wished to preserve it; and until he could devise a potion to allow her to maintain her youthful visage for all eternity, a man to guard her day and night from adversary would have to do. And so, Selenya acquired a personal guard, battle hardened from years of serving in the fighting pits.

Blooded and at a loss of innocence, Selenya stepped fully into her role. Like her mother, her mother's mother, and seemingly every maternal line that preceded, Selenya bloomed into her new position as a paid courtesan. Though she hardly minded the work, she did resent having been put into such a position of expectation. How it could possibly be to her benefit to her or her House to be subjected to participating in such a profession.. it was beyond her. But dutiful as she was to her mother, she obeyed, and like her mother had before her, she learned the value of secrets.

Trial by Fire and Blood (398 AC - 400 AC)
It was then to the trade of knowledge that Selenya turned. Any time someone posed her a question, she made a mental note to find the answer, often trading it back for another piece of knowledge. Preferences, distastes, the nature of close relations, fears, goals, she would systematically file away for later use as much information as she was able on whomever she encountered. Soon, she began to receive contract offers to find specific information on target individuals. As a result, Selenya began to cultivate a network of her own eyes and ears beyond the pleasure houses.

On one mission, she had the misfortune to have a number of her spies caught during an infiltration. Evidently, someone had tipped off the target, as counter measures had been lurking in the shadows awaiting an ambush. During interrogations, her agents revealed her name. For a time, her clientele base experienced a massive hit and she suffered the slander that pinned her as untrustworthy and thieving. Countermeasures had to be taken to dismantle the source of the rumor milling, a series of actions that eventually led to a number of upper echelons conveniently deciding to come forward, admitting deliberate efforts to wrongly soil her name and that of her family.

After two years of rebuilding her reputation, Selenya would be summoned to her mother's chambers. It was there that she came to learn that - given that information brokering and rumor mongering had been her area of expertise - it had been her mother this entire time, testing her abilities to see a contract through regardless of difficulty, to combat slanderous attempts to one's name, to realize the need for an enigmatic guise as a spymaster. Going forward, she would be known as Lady Misery in the underground, never again offering a face to the name.

Seven Deadly Sins (401 AC - 403 AC)
Having survived the ordeal and come out on top, Selenya had earned her mother's respect sufficiently enough to be brought into the fold with the more lucrative aspects of the various businesses. Though she continued to refrain from having a hand in the banking and investments, nor in the breeding of slaves, she found a home among the high-stake tables in the lower levels of some of the pleasure houses. It was a conversation at one of these games that set Selenya's thoughts towards a market previously untapped by her family. Alchemical exports.

It was a subject she had always found fascinating - the way in which a concoction could just as easily aid a man as kill him - and one into which she soon dove. Within a fortnight, she had assembled a small lap within her chambers. And by the turn of the following moon, she had made a structural addition to a wine cellar at one of the vineyards. There, she would hone her crafts, researching beneficial and malicious potions alike as her networks scouted a source of buyers. By the year's end, she had entered the market, manufacturing and exporting various medicinal compounds such as Sweetsleep and Dreamwine, as well as Tears of Lys under the guise of Misery's End and other poisons.

It was during these years as well that Selenya acquired the most unlikely of friends. Following the Red God Revival in the 330s, and with religious persecutions on the rise once more in at the turn of the century, the Starry Seven of Westeros sent missionaries to the various corners of the earth in an attempt to combat the recent resurgence. Evidently, young Septa Malora was among those faithful who made their way to Lys. Targeting pleasure houses and other hedonistic activities, she very quickly fell into Selenya's targets.

Not one to persecute another for their beliefs, Selenya arranged a meeting to hear her out - if for no other reason that to remove her from the doorstep of her businesses where she was discouraging clients. A rather paradoxical friendship blossomed. Malora was constantly attempting to sway Selenya to a path of righteousness and purity, to abandon her ways; just as Selenya attempted to redefine what the Seven perceived as sins, encouraging Malora to "live a little".

Scarlet Tears and Frozen Hearts (404 AC - 405 AC)
In the year 404 AC, Selenya's mother stepped down unexpectedly from her position within the conclave. At the time, Selenya had been assured that it was nothing more than a temporary illness, a malady from which she would soon recover. As time passed, however, it became clear to her that there was more than her mother was letting on. She tried potion after potion, concoction after concoction, trying to find something that would cure her mother of her symptoms: of her fatigue, weakness, loss of appetite, her slips into a nearly vegetative state. It was all Selenya could do to get her to eat or drink, and when eventually her mother banished her from her side - obviously too ashamed to have her daughter see her in such a state - Selenya would have slaves tending to her around the clock to ensure she was bathed and cared for.

Try as she might, Selenya was able to find few answers. With the Scarlet Winter fully upon the world, frozen seas and frigid temperatures made voyage a dangerous prospect. Few dared venture out. Fortunately, Selenya was able to arrange a line of correspondence with the college of Oldtown through Dorne. But even that failed to provide any insight. As far as any assessment could identify, there was nothing physically wrong with her mother. There could only be one explanation, Selenya concluded. Her mother had been poisoned.

Shortly before her passing, Selenya and her brother were summoned to her mother's side. Though filled with a renewed sense of hope seeing their mother alert and attentive to them, the words that next flowed from her mouth shattered that illusion. With her last reservoir of energy, Evaeline legitimized her two children - her two bastards - in the eyes of House Targaryen of Lys as a formality, naming Selenya as her successor. It was then as well that Selenya's mother bestowed upon her the most precious of gifts - a dragon's egg. And not just any dragon's egg, but the Leviathan's first laid egg.

Having been unaware of its existence until this point, Selenya felt no small amount of resentment that it had not been placed in her crib from the start, but a sense of resolve quickly overshadowed any negative feelings she might have harboured for her dying mother. It could not have been coincidence that the moon shone blood crimson - the colour of her house, of her true house - the night of her mother's passing, the night she received the egg. Though not typically a religious sort, Selenya interpreted it as a sign. She would see her House restored, she would see that egg hatched, and she would see her mother avenged.

Hunting Shadows (405 AC - 406 AC)
Not a few months after her mother's passing, Selenya was handed a means to aid her in her quest. In the dead of night, she awoke with a fright to the silhouette of a woman standing over her with a knife. Believing in that moment that the investigations into her mother's death had roused suspicion enough to warrant an assassination, Selenya prepared for the worst. But it never came. Unexpectedly, the girl - for that's what the assassin was - knelt before the Targaryen woman, offering her the hilt with words akin to a plea for a swift death. Clarification revealed her to have once been a pleasure slave in her mother's employ, run away, and she would accept whatever punishment Selenya deemed appropriate.

Not one to waste a life, but to recognize talent where it existed, Selenya accepted, offering the girl purpose. From that point forward, Denya would serve as her shadow, a deterrent, a blade in the darkness. Her first assignment would be to assist in the efforts to uncover the truth surrounding Evaeline's murder. Afterall, her mother's death may have been simply the beginning. It was quite possible that the true target was herself, or worse House Targaryen as a whole. Thus, it was of paramount interest for all efforts to be spent to discern the truth.

Many names and faces surfaced as candidates to desire misfortune upon the House. But one was particularly unexpected. Malora, whom Selenya had considered to be a close friend and confidante, had accrued enough of an enigmatic haze with fallible alibis to make her suspect. Selenya sent Denya to trail her. In doing so, however, Selenya instigated a chase, driving the Septa from the island, but not before Denya had gouged her pretty little calf with a throwing knife in an attempt to halt her flight. That she had fled only served to concrete her guilt in Selenya's mind.

Draconic Pursuits (406 AC - 407 AC)
As her agents and network of informants sought to find her answers regarding the circumstances surrounding her mother's death, Selenya pursued knowledge of another variety. With the Leviathan's egg in her possession, she became almost ingularly transfixed at times with the desire to see it hatched. Convinced that it was a key to restoring her House, she tried everything she could think of to hatch it. She placed it in pits of fire, smothered it with salves of various concoctions, spent hours upon hours polishing its surface. She slept with it and sang to it. At one point, in exchange for services provided for his family, a dragonrider even coaxed his dragon to sit upon the egg as though nesting.

For all her attempts, nothing has yet proved fruitful. Though hope is far from lost. In a recent exchange, she was provided a name - Selwyn - who she was told could provide answers to all of her questions. It wasn't the first time she had heard the name. Having employed arcane means to hatch a number of dragons in the past, and having spent his fair share of time in Essos, he was widely known across both continents. It had been years since she had heard the name, but the reminder sparked a renewed energy with numerous avenues to explore in her widening efforts to hatch her egg.

The name had, of course, come at a price, but at one she was more than willing to pay. Several moons into 407 AC, Selenya's network informed her of a man in the city claiming to be a dragonhunter. Curious, and by this time more than simply an amateur on the subject of dragons, Selenya had an invitation extended to meet with him. Knowledge was gold, after all, and perhaps she would sleep that night wealthier than she had awoken. Only, she would find no sleep that night.

The man who answered her summons was not what she had envisioned. By the reputation and description that preceded him, she expected a battle-hardened sellsword, perhaps not dissimilar from her UncaBee. Instead, she had come face to face with a young man barely out of his youth, vibrant and energetic and rippled with an obvious prowess barely contained within his cut frame. Where she had expected the curt conversation of a treasure hunter, he was gallant; where she anticipated cruelty, he was kind; where she envisioned a serpent, she observed a dragon. With all the tell-tale hallmarks of Old Valyria, he reminded her of her first client, and she found herself unable to articulate herself quite as eloquently as she was usually able.

He spoke of rumors telling of a massive dragon in the east - dark green if the eyes that had set upon it saw true. She hadn't heard such rumors, but she had to concede that her informants' scope had been a narrow one for the last two years. Almost immediately, she would set her networks to investigate the presence of such a dragon. He became less and less of a business prospect as the conversation unfolded, and hours passed easily. By the time the slaves came to call on her for supper, her appetite had only been whetted. Inviting him to dine with her, she was pleased with his acquiescence.

With supper's conclusion came the wine, followed thereafter by dessert, and after that came a stroll through the vineyards and estate. In a way she had not since before her mother's death Selenya found herself drawn to the young man, and days passed by in a heated bliss before he seemed to remember himself and took his leave.

It was in his absence that Selenya likewise seemed to remember herself. With mixed annoyance and amusement, she tried to push him from her thoughts and refocus upon her duties to her House. Unfortunately, no such reprieve would be afforded to her. The following month, despite having taken measures to prevent such an occurrence, her moon's blood failed to arrive. And again the following month.

Accepting her condition, realizing herself to be almost certainly with child, she was sparked with a need to reconsider her current state of affairs. The concern surrounding her mother's death seemed very real just then, her maternal instincts flaring to keep her child safe. In that moment, she also could not help but wonder if Malora had the right of it after all. Her lifestyle, her involvement with the pleasure houses and gambling and black market...there was no place for a child in that. Not only did she want a better life for her - or him - the infant could prove to be a weakness to be exploited. But she was Targaryen, and so too would her child be, deserving of every comfort and luxury.

Recent Events
Selenya travels with her entourage to the grounds of Harrenhal in the Riverlands of Westeros where a grand tournament is to be held. Rumor speaks that knights and warriors from across the Seven Kingdoms are expected to be in attendance, as well as the whole of the royal family. There, Selenya - as the new Head of House Targaryen of Lys - hopes to entreat the King, to gauge the nature of the relationship between the two Targaryen branches and extend an olive branch as necessary.

Family Tree

 * Baelon "Prince of Lys" Targaryen (305 AC - 334 AC)
 * m. Eireni of Lys (306 AC - 350 AC)
 * Saera "the Siren" Targaryen (328 AC - 374 AC)
 * m. Orenn Rogare
 * Evaeline Targaryen (353 AC - 405 AC)
 * Selenya (b. 381 AC)
 * Aeryn (b. 391 AC)
 * Elaena (355 AC - ?)
 * m. _________
 * Kaelon (b. 370 AC)

Household Members/NPCs

 * Cyrus - steward of House Targaryen of Lys
 * Denya - guard and chief agent
 * Xhaor of the Summer Isles - ex-fighting pit, guard, slave
 * Maro of Lorath - guard, slave
 * Benn - guard, temporary hiree
 * Daena - a blonde high-ranking Lyseni pillow slave of the Pearl Dragon
 * Chantyl - a voluptuous silver-haired Lyseni pillow slave of the Pearl Dragon
 * Eon - agent, currently in Maidenpool
 * Avery - agent, currently in King's Landing

Quoted by Selenya
"I would call you friend, Ser Myles, if I may be so bold, just as I would the Lady Berena as well; and I am one to  actively  pursue that which is in a friend's best interest." - Selenya to Ser Myles

"How could I possibly hope to realize my mother's vision... Prince Baelon's vision...  my  vision... if I cannot demonstrate myself capable of achieving it. To be  worthy  of the trust, respect, and loyalty of my subjects." - Selenya to Septa Malora

"They  are  companions. Friends. Many, when they gaze upon them, see only the the image of terror that is caused when they are used as destructive forces of reckoning. They see the death tolls rising at claw point and breath of flame. They perceive a beast as savage and unruly as the mad kings that have leveled cities on a whim... But they are not." - to Prince Aegon

"Just think.. how many can claim to be in business with a Targaryen? Are with in agreement? You take care of my needs... and you can be certain that I will make it worth your while.." - to Lady Alyssa Darry

Quotes about Selenya
"From what I have observed, she is courteous as one would expect. Only a fool would deny that she is beautiful. In our conversations there have been times that she has reassured me as much as I've supported her. It's... difficult for her, being here, I think. Many in this hall would like as not wish her line extinguished." - Ser Myles Mooton to Lady Berena Tully

“A woman of incredible talent and will. You would do well to meet her. She is much to admire.” - Lady Berena Tully to her half-brother Damion

“I can offer you not what you desire, but an assurance that she is exactly as I say she is. Untrustworthy. Unholy. Decadent....Vice is human, but she... she was different. She was a courtesan." - Septa Malora to Septon Sullon

" She fell for her hard is all. People like us shouldn’t fall for people like them, but Alyssa was never the smartest of girls." - One of the Darry girls

[To be updated regularly as events unfold throughout the duration of this collaborative role-play]