Laswell Vance

Laswell Vance was the son of Lord Davos Vance and his lowborn bastard wife, Margot Rivers, the husband of Lady Rohanne Vypren, and the Lord of Atranta from his ascention to Lord after the death of his elder brother, Leyton, in the year 414 AC, to his death at the hands of hired assassins in the year 438 AC. In life, he was a famous tourney knight, a wandering sellsword, and a man without honor, until his first son, Theowyn, was born. His legacy as the Blue Drake lives on in the Riverlands, but while his name might've commanded respect in his lifetime, it now only serves as a reminder that he was everything his sons are not. He is the father of Leowyn Vance, the current Lord of Atranta, Bryndemere Vance, the current Lord of Harrenhal and Warden of the Blackwater, Byron Vance, and Victaria Vance.

Appearance and Character
Laswell Vance was known for his bright, crystal clear blue eyes, which in part lended to the creation of his moniker 'The Blue Drake', a trait inherited from his mother. Tall and barrel chested, and broad as an oak tree, had his father's jet black hair, rather than his mother's gold-blonde. As he grew older, his hair grew paler and paler, being nearly white with platinum blonde streaks by the time of his death. Though he lost muscle and size with age, his impressive height never ceased to dominate the room, backed by his commanding voice. He was never without a short, closely trimmed beard, and always carried a blade on his person.

History
Laswell Vance was born the second son of Lord Davos Vance and Margot Rivers. In his youth, Lord Davos had fostered in the shadow of the black walls of Harrenhal with his distant cousin, the heir to Harrenhal, Perceon Vance. The two shadowed his father, Lord Perwyn Vance incessantly, when they weren't exploring the grounds of the behemoth ruined castle, or wandering the densely wooded Godswood in the heart of the castle's walls. It was in those very woods where a young girl by the name of Margot was found by the pair. Half-starved and covered in dirt, the two immediately coaxed her back to the castle grounds, whereupon she collapsed from exposure to the elements. She stayed in the lower wards of the Kingspyre Tower for upwards of a week before she woke, starving and terrified. Ecstatic at the idea of a new child to spend time with, as Harrenhal's cavernous walls had few places for children to be raised, the two harassed Lord Perwyn into finally submitting to allow the girl to stay. After days of silence, the girl finally began to speak, in short, terse sentences.

She said her name was "Margot", and made all sorts of wild claims when asked where she came from. Sometimes she said she had been a tree in the ground, suddenly come to life by the power of the old gods, sometimes she claimed she had miraculously formed from the foamy waves of the waters of the God's Eye. Unwilling to have some sort of common rabble running about his halls, Lord Perwyn gave her the bastard's surname Rivers, to at least add some sort of formality to her stay, despite how unorthodox the situation was.

The Eyes of Gods and Men
The years dragged on, and as the three grew older, they grew closer and closer to one another. And as children grow old, they begin to notice one another in a different light. Before long, it was the talk of the whole castle that Davos, the future Lord of Atranta, had taken to playing far more scandalous games with the mysterious bastard girl Margot Rivers. When word had reached the Lord of Atranta, his father, Desmond Vance, he ordered the two to be separated, and have Davos sent back to Atranta at once, so that he might begin learning to rule in his own father's shadow, where closer attention to his behavior could be monitored. The effort proved futile, however, as the night before Davos was to return to Atranta, and he Margot, both aged six and ten (Margot's age was merely a formality, much like her name, as there was no true way of knowing how old she was.) were wed in a midnight ceremony beneath the bleeding eyes of the Harrenhal Godswood, by a thoroughly drunken septon who was later hanged for the deed. Lord Desmond raged and blustered at the indignity of his son marrying some lowborn bastard girl, but the marriage had been consummated many times over by the time of his arrival at Atranta with her at his side. The two had grown to love one another with as much fire as youth can muster in one's heart, and that grew more and more evident the more one spent time around the two. Eventually, though, Lord Desmond was forced to submit to his stubborn son's will, as there was naught he could do but seethe quietly at Davos' rash decision making. With luck, the girl would die of pox or perhaps in childbirth before any true damage could be done to House Vance's reputation, right?

Twist of the Knife
Lord Desmond was right about one thing; disease would take the lives of many a man and woman in Atranta during the coming year, as an outbreak of fever ravaged the countryside. Among those that were snatched by it's unflinching gasp was Lord Desmond himself. With his lady wife having died in Childbirth, Davos Vance was declared Lord of Atranta, and his bastard wife, Margot Rivers, his lady consort, not even one year after they had been wed beneath the heart tree of Harrenhal.

More whispers followed Lord Desmond's death, though. Davos, too occupied with burning passion for his wife, and dreading the thought of her waking up one day with the plague, found little time for mourning his father's death. Queerer still was the sudden dissipation of the fever's presence in Atranta after the lord's death; within a moon's turn, all that had caught the illness either died, or suddenly regained their strength, and all signs of sickness were gone. The suddenness with which relief came to Atranta made many whisper that Lady Margot had bewitched the castle; all knew of her mysteriously feral upbringing, and the rumors that she had hated Lord Desmond were only validated by his rather plainly open opinions about her marriage to his son. It didn't help that Davos had always been a sickly child, prone to catching any old cough or fever that had been going around Harrenhal, and bedridden for a quarter of his time alive. And yet, he had been entirely untouched by the fever, as had she. Whatever the cause of it, though, most were just grateful the reaper had passed them over.

Ruling the Drake's Den
Davos proved to be as unremarkable of a lord as his own father. Many had expected worse, though. Davos was a rather dull child, and never quite a prodigious swordsman or strategist. He was terrible at riding, hated reading, could barely run a hundred paces without falling over, and constantly whined about anything and everything. But as he transitioned to his new position, a sort of odd transformation took place within him. The tall, sickly boy had been replaced by a young man, something many people also accredited to Lady Margot.

It was a year of conception, as Lady Margot was soon with child once more after Leyton was born. The babe was born far later than expected, and after almost a week in labor and several moments of near death, an exceedingly weary babe escaped Lady Margot's womb, leaving the both of them looking worse for the wear. Despite the difficulties in delivering him, however, he was as healthy as can be, if a bit angry with the whole affair.