Roslin Vypren

Roslin Vypren is the secondborn child and only daughter of Lord Jonos Vypren of Toad Hall, and his Lady wife, Celia Hawick. Roslin is the younger of her and her twin brother, Olyvar Vypren. In addition, she also has a younger brother, Willem Vypren, and a daughter, Bellena Grell, supposedly by her late husband Ser Stevron Grell.

Appearance and Character
Roslin Vypren is neither a particularly tall woman, nor a short one, standing at rather an average height of 5'6'. This Lady of House Vypren is of a lithe and slender form, with appropriate curves to match, rather than anything absurdly inproportionate. Further so, crowning the visage of this daughter of Toad Hall, falls a set of long and loose bright red curls, of which only compliment the lightning blue of her eyes, and the soft white of her flesh.

More so, Roslin Vypren is nigh always found to be wearing a gown of some sort, and is much unakin to those warrior woman of the North and Dorne and where ever else they may reside. Roslin quite finds pleasure from appearing as she does, with some calling her vain as consequence, but it is not something she concerns herself with, as appearances are the whole act, so why not enjoy it.

Furthermore, while Roslin is often smiles and laughs when in public, she is undoubtedly the more serious of the Vypren twins. Often serving to curb some of her brother's more foolish ideas, and keep him out of trouble, she has long found herself ensuring the heir to Toad Hall remains sound and whole. Yet, that is not the entirety of her relationship with her dear brother. Since their late teenage years, the Vypren twins have found themselves betwixt one another's arms, having gradually found an attraction to one another, and with time, a passion and love. Although, that is not to say they are without their problems.

While Olyvar far less often has moments of doubt or crises, it is Roslin who finds the doubt spilling in. Especially so in their earliest days of toying with one another, and later when she was to wed Ser Stevron Grell, her now late husband, Roslin many a time thought about how much easier, how much more convenient and even right it would be to just give up Olyvar, give up her feelings for him, and follow the pious path of being a good wife. But alas, not since she was five and ten has she found herself able to tear herself away from her twin brother.

Further so, while Roslin is quite an intelligent woman, having found great skill with languages, notably High Valyrian, and the ways in which the economies of this world do operate, she is not averse to less savoury pasttimes. Where Olyvar thrives in the public eye, Roslin oft takes a step back, and focuses more on the convert, on the greater game at hand. Within Toad Hall, Roslin was for years a force as a youth, convincing all too many a servant and guard to do as she asked with a few flicks of her tongue, making them blush and stammer and take their leave quite hastily, or do as she bid. Yet even so, that is not the extent of the wiles of Roslin Vypren, for behind the pretty face and the intelligent mind, lies the true nature of Roslin Vypren.

Over his years she has grown to become quite the single-minded young woman, pursuing her wants and desires to their death if need be, while also possessing quite the manipulative mindset, seeing most all as cyvasse pieces to be used as she sees fit.

Before it All 418 - 432 AC
Roslin's childhood, while a quaint and modest one by noble standards, was not lacking for anything, and so, in this time, Roslin grew as all children did, and so were the foundations laid for the woman who would come in later years. Yet, despite that her and Olyvar would become more than just twins in later years, they were not the opposite image of one another, with both regularly frequenting differing pursuits and pasttimes, and by no one's definition being inseparable. Although, that would not last.

The Fire is Lit 433 - 437 AC
Roslin's upbringing was much in the way one would expect a young noble girl's to be; she learnt from her Septa, from the castle Maester, and from her parents, the Lord and Lady of Toad Hall. There was naught odd about her days. In the morn, she would break her fast with her family, or those present, through the day she would learn much and more, spend time with the other girls of the castle, much as the 'Queen' amongst their group, as was to be supposed with her status as the one of noble blood, as well as keeping the company of her two brothers, the elder, her twin, Olyvar, and their younger, Willem, a boy of ten in 433 AC.

But where Roslin spent her days as she was supposed to, and through such traditional pursuits expanded her mind and further so did come to understand discretion and the covert, Olyvar was much different. It was all too often when greeting guests that Roslin would cursty and wait her turn, while Olyvar would greet with outstretched arms, a wide brimming smile, and loud words. Yet it was not just guests whom he offered outstretched arms and an open personality too.

For long while Roslin had known of the.. Flirtation her brother had been carrying out with one of her companions, a Mariya Greene. It was not something she concerned herself with, nor something that brought out jealousy in her, as one might expect of two siblings whom later became so engaged. Instead, it was late in a summer afternoon when Roslin so thoughtfully barged into her twin's chambers, ignoring all formal custom, as they oft did, only to find her brother amidst it all with Mariya Greene. Other ladies might have screamed, or cried out for help or decency, or even called for the Seven to save them, but Roslin Vypren was not other ladies. Instead, Roslin simply lowered the book she had been holding high, let out a slight scoff and responded so, "Dear brother, I do hope you're not going to give this one a bastard too."

That line sent Mariya from Olyvar Vypren's chambers quite fast indeed, but not Roslin. Not Roslin indeed. Instead Roslin remained, finding comfort on her brother's bed, and going on to make a number of japes at his expense about how Mariya Green was low-hanging fruit and how he was just wasting his time. Olyvar was not pleased, to say the least, but Roslin was his sister and he wasn't going to send her from his room in an angry huff. That was how it had always been for them. They were close, good friends, but there was nothing odd about it, they were just siblings growing up together. It was natural.

And so, while parted for a short time during the Second Hammer Uprising, when their valiant Lord father marched off to war, ever briefly, and took Olyvar with him, before inevitably scurrying back to Toad Hall to hide away from his treacherous younger brother, Ser Maric Vypren, the twins had never spent much time apart.

Then it came. The spark. The event. The thing that changed it all. On a cool summer's night midway through the year of 437 AC, Roslin found herself unable to sleep, awake with boredom, struck with an inability to do what was expected of her. So she made course for her brother's chambers, and sure enough, Olyvar Vypren was abed, but he was not alone. It seems those years prior Roslin had not so thoroughly scared off the young Mariya Greene, who was now quite evidently atop the young heir to Toad Hall. Roslin Vypren stood in silence for a few moments after entering, for as long as it took the couple to notice her presence. And for once, for the first time, she felt jealousy toward Mariya Greene. Olyvar was her brother, her twin, her's. It was safe to say she was discontented with the situation. Then Olyvar saw her and said her name, a word filled with surprise and uncertainty. Mariya Greene turned her head and took a freight, removing herself from the situation at hand and scrambling for her clothes. She was soon gone from Olyvar Vypren's chambers, how repetitive she was.

And so, for the first time, Olyvar actually seemed properly angered toward his sister. But Roslin found not anger within herself, but instead a growing jealousy. It was a pang this jealousy, and growing steadily still. Roslin Vypren could not help but find her brother's choice in partner below him, below her, after all, were twins not just reflections of each other? Long had Roslin wondered what it would be like, and now the opportunity was there. . Right before her, or so half her thoughts told the other half. Ever still rang a loud alarm within her, '' 'your brother? By Gods you know its wrong!''', and so she stood there, paralysed for a few moments, with Olyvar speaking at her as she responded not, until she gave in to her urges, to her curiousities and made over to her brother, locking lips.

Olyvar was not instantly convinced. He was quick to pull away, but to say he was not already half-blinded by his lust would be a falsehood, and so, he proved rather easy quarter for Roslin's words, and so, the two spent the night together, their first night together, and did not part until mid-afternoon the next day. Roslin had found a peace in such a connection, a feeling she felt she could never experience elsewhere. Then again, she had never experienced it elsewhere.

After that day, Olyvar became distant for a few days, seeming to actively avoid his sister, and so, Roslin, having quite enjoyed their time together and now finding herself filled with a wanting for her twin, took matters into her own hands, and four days later, cornered Olyvar in his chambers when the sun was low, and after some initial pushback, coupled with her brother for the second time. From there, while Olyvar began to open more to the prospect, it did take the next three moons roughly until he fully gave into Roslin and their forbidden relationship, and so, after such, the next seven months continued steadily.

Sold in White 437 - 439 AC
But to say all of House Vypren was in the bed of the twins would be outright false. While Roslin and Olyvar had been concerning themselves with one another, their Lord father had been hard at work arranging a marriage for his only daughter. To Ser Stevron Grell she would go, he informed them, and so, despite the excuses the twins made, despite Roslin's pleas not to be married off, so sent she was.

OIyvar, on the other hand, had managed to convince their Lord father to send him onto the Capital as an envoy from their House and representative at court, an excuse to passover his sister's wedding, but alas, King's Landing would be a good place for Olyvar, Roslin had thought to herself, surely there he would thrive in the eyes of so many. And so, while Olyvar enjoyed the Capital, Roslin Vypren wed Ser Stevron Grell, a man a few years her senior. He was not unpleasant to look upon, but nor was he anything spectacular, yet for a time, in the early weeks of her marriage, Roslin thought she might be able to find peace, and mayhaps, eventually love in it too. A pleasant hope it was, and so for the next nine moon did that thought continue, until the birth of her daughter. As Roslin Vypren held her daughter in her arms, a girl who would come to be named Bellena Grell, she could not help but see Olyvar in the child's grey-green eyes and, eventually, the red hair that began to grow upon the babe's head.

A moon later, with their babe growing and well, Roslin's feelings toward her husband had grown most malicious. For every time she glanced upon her child, a child called their child by all others, she felt a steadily growing resentment, as if he personally were stopping her and her daughter from being with Olyvar and their true family. Roslin Vypren would take matters into her own hands.

Long had one of the guards at Castle Grell, a Geremy of Gods only remember where, been quite interested in Roslin Vypren, always asking her how she was when he had the chance, and asking if there was anything he could do for her. On occassion, Roslin had taken advantage of this, rather using the man like a personal servant, despite her not being the Lady of Castle Grell, and so, when she found herself most desperately wanting her husband gone from this world, Roslin Vypren did turn to the guard Geremy.

Over the next two moons Roslin concocted a perfect little world with her words for Geremy. Spinning a wed of a perfect life, a life without Ser Stevron Grell, without everyone else, where it was just them, and they were happy, where she could give herself to him, to Geremy the Guard. Soon enough, he was wrapped around her little finger, and so, she asked of him what she had long wanted, to kill her husband. Geremy was all too hasty to say yes and appease Roslin, that was one of his many mistakes.

A week after Geremy consented, the deed was done in a dark and dank hallway of the castle. Ser Stevron Grell lay dead, a dagger in his belly, Geremy standing over a bloodied and dying man. But Roslin could not allow it to end there. Coming herself from the shadows, at first seeming to come to warmly greet Geremy, she too would wield a bloody dagger that night, burrying it deep in Geremy the Guard, so too ending his life that night. Roslin Vypren took swift leave of the situation, managing back to her chambers without being seen. The bodies would not be found til the next morning, but when they were, Roslin Vypren was quick to fall into a public grief and take up the black of a widow.

Once Ser Stevron Grell was in the ground, Roslin made a steady case for not remaining at Castle Grell, one her Lord father supported through numerous letters, and so, both herself, and her child, departed for Toad Hall. But while Roslin had been so concerned with her own situation, the realm had stepped onto the path of self-destruction.

Freed By Black 439 AC
In the second moon of 439 AC, Roslin Vypren once more stepped foot inside Toad Hall. Her parents welcomed her back without even the hint of suspicion, after all, she had been asleep in her chambers when her husband had been murdered, and so oh so convincingly played the mourning widow, constantly doting on her newborn babe. But Olyvar was still not there. Still, he remained in the Capital.

But when word of the King's death came in the next moon, and soon after did the announcement of the Great Council to be held at King's Landing, Roslin managed to convince her Lord father to allow her to accompany him, and by extension, to see Olyvar once more. Bellena was left with her grandmother, Roslin and Olyvar's mother, Celia Hawick, the Lady of Toad Hall, and for the first time mother and daughter were parted.

Once within the walls of the Capital, Roslin was most pleased to see Olyvar once more. He was. . Not nearly as enthused. Of course, he had heard of her late husband's murder, but even so, his reaction screamed that he had not expected to see his sister in the Capital of all places, but when Roslin visited his chambers one night under the guise of seeing her twin brother again after so long, the saying 'old habits die hard' was proven as the two coupled once more, bringing a continuation to their incestuous relationship.

Yet, after the vote, and the election of King Daeron III Targaryen, the twins did not return to Toad Hall, no, only their Lord father would. They would remain in the Capital.

The Lineage of House Vypren.

 * Rohanne Vypren, b. 390 AC
 * m. Laswell Vance, Lord of Atranta, b. 390 AC, d. 438 AC
 * House Vance of Atranta
 * Jonos Vypren, Lord of Toad Hall, b. 397 AC
 * m. Celia Hawick, b. 399 AC
 * Olyvar Vypren, Heir to Toad Hall, b. 418 AC
 * Roslin Vypren, b. 418 AC
 * m. Stevron Grell, b. 415 AC, d. 439 AC
 * Bellena Grell, b. 438 AC
 * Willem Vypren, b. 423 AC
 * Colmar Vypren, b. 401 AC

Stats and Skills
Attributes: Attractive, Cunning.