Nicolette Mar Noyne

Nicolette Mar Noyne a noble of the Mar Noyne family in Myr. Born the only daughter of a prominent trader of the family, Nicolette was raised partially in Qarth before her father took her sailing around the globe. She has been as far as Yi Ti in the east and Ibben in the north, but has always preferred Qarth as her home.

She is the captain of the ''Windchaser. ''

Appearance and Personality
Few can dispute the mixed heritage of Nicolette Mar Noyne. Born with fair skin, Nicolette resembles neither her father’s olive-skinned looks, nor her mother’s ‘milk-skinned’ countenance. She is rather a mix of the two, and while not sharing either of her parents’ tone of skin, there are many other areas in which she reflects them sharply.

Short and slender of build, Nicolette is an agile woman, never lacking for speed or grace, standing just over five feet tall. Her hair, a deep chestnut color, is oft dyed blonde, framing a slender face with sharp features. She has large brows, which shadow her deep, amber eyes, and a long nose adorned with half a dozen piercings suited to the Qartheen style.

Though Nicolette has scarce spent more than a five years in that city, she dresses and acts much like a Qartheen might, matching mannerisms and wear, preferring light-fitted trousers and smooth robes that go long past her ankles.

History
The House of Mar Noyne in Myr has given the world spectacle and horror alike. Men who have reached the very pinnacles of society, and men who have barely clung to the rungs beneath it. Sometimes, it even gives birth to simple men, and it must be said that Sallys Mar Noyne was one of those men. Born a noble man with a merchant’s heart, Sallys was an amiable man, prone to decadence and kindness; he was equal parts charity so much as he was a barterer. Call it madness, call it foolishness - Sallys Mar Noyne was far from your average merchant-man.

A man who sailed the seas, he took charge of much of his family’s fortunes in his earliest years, sailing from Ib to Braavos to Qarth and beyond. It was through his union with a Qartheen woman - a woman he soon took to wife underneath the lush gardens of that city - that Nicolette Mar Noyne was born. Named for Sallys’ grandmother, the girl was born in Qarth, resembling neither father nor mother, save for her eyes and nose - strictly her father’s.

The year was 415 AC. The following three years saw the reformation of the Triarchy and the Festival of the Three Daughters, all of which Sallys attended, leaving his daughter to be with her mother in Qarth. Though they were not estranged, the two parents were seldom with each other for the early years of Nicolette’s life. This changed in 419 AC, when Sallys returned to Qarth from his ventures, determined to make a profit of his trade.

A man of spice, with a particular penchant for silks and those who wear them, Sallys brought Nicolette on her first voyage in 419 AC. The voyage went beyond the Jade Gates, bringing them to Yi To, where Nicolette was afforded her first glance of those strange peoples. Though Sallys commanded a strong merchant fleet, he found the eastern-most journeys pleasing, and in the following years would bring her along for many.

Nicolette was not shy of danger, it must be said. Even in her youth, she had a hot temper, and a fiery attitude. She longed for adventure, in much the same way her father did, and would oft petition him to bring her to Braavos, to Ib and the Summer Isles, and he entreated her that they would, only in time… and travel they did. The years 419 to 425 AC were spent sailing, all the while her mother arranged her tutors and scribes and learned men, teaching her the histories of her people, geography, her letters, and more. At ten, Nicolette could speak Westerosi common with ease, though hers was a slurred accent - even in Volantis, where Valyrian was the most-spoken language, Nicolette found a surprising amount of difficulty articulating words, and attributed it to her own Qartheen accent.

As she continued to learn, so did she continue to grow. Briefly, in 427 AC, Nicolette and her father visited Myr, departing again not a month later, bound for Braavos. Though wars had consumed the Stepstones, Nicolette enjoyed peacetime, and during the nights on the open sea, counted the stars night after night, recognizing some. Over the years, her knowledge of the stars grew -- until navigation was a skill timely earned. She could sail the seas much like her father, and began to beseech him for many a gift.

In Braavos, these cries grew louder: Nicolette was fascinated by the Braavosi style of fighting, and during their months there enjoyed watching men fight shirtless, bloodying themselves upon small rapiers. She beseeched her father then, not only for a blade, but a tutor, so that she may learn the skills, and though Syllas was nothing if not a bartering man, he allowed her this, and more. Nicolette certainly had the frame and agility to wield a blade that demanded so much of it’s owner, and she proved it on the oft-rocking ship whilst sailing to Ib. Nicolette was a quick learner, exhausting herself night after night until she earned her first scar, a gash on the side that healed improperly.

It was in Ib where she began to learn the healing arts. Spending one month and a day in port, Nico took to fascination of a young Ibbish woman named Wendo who taught her of some of the odd healing ointments of their people. Though it did little to soothe her scar, it was an ebb for pain, and when they left, Nico beseeched her friend goodbye, returning therein to Braavos for no more than a week.

The bloodiest week of Nicolette’s life, she slipped from her father’s ship thrice in the dead of night, and challenged several swaggering Bravos to nightly duels -- none of them went her way, and one ended in disaster, when Nicolette returned to the ship, blood oozing from her finger. The man she had faced spat at her when it was revealed she was a woman, and had decided to take a finger, rather than an eye, or so it was said.

Though the blood was stymied, the flow lessened, Nicolette was forced to rid herself of a pinky finger in a bloody affair that both humbled and hardened her.

From then on, it was back to Myr, then to Lys and the Summer Isles, where her and her father spent three years. (430 - 433 AC.) In the Summer Isles, Nicolette honed her craft. Her knowledge of the stars had grown immense, and the blade moreso. She had learned to dance, and learned to dance well. Her knowledge of healing had been bolstered, and on the eve of her eighteenth nameday, her father gifted her a ship in his fleet: the Windchaser, a light ship, fast on the seas, and meant for long voyages on the open sea. The following day, when they were bound to depart from the Summer Isles, she visited one of the many temples of love, and dabbled in the arts she would soon grow to love -- hedonism and debauchery.

For the first time in fifteen years, Nicolette departed from her father. She was to return to Qarth, to be with her mother, then come to Myr. Their partings did little to ease the pains of long years spent together, but it was a bittersweet parting. Nicolette had her own crew now, and mayhaps when she returned to her mother, she would have enough money to fund a passage. When she returned to Qarth in 434 AC,  it was not to a grand promenade, but rather a spectacle.

The people of Qarth were lovely, to be certain, but Nicolette had not lost her accent, and when she saw her mother again, it was with much rejoicing. One month passed, the Windchaser docked in Qarth’s harbor… until ten moons had passed, Myr all but forgotten. 435 AC came and went, then 436, 437 until she remembered words exchanged with her father, and her promise made to him. Her mother’s household afforded her three slaves to return to Myr with, each with a certain skill to display Qartheen craft.

438 AC
The home Nicolette would return to was not one she would expect. Indeed, last she had been in Myr, a Mar Noyne had been Prince-Admiral, and things had been different. The worst ache of all was the knowledge that she had not spoken to her father in three years, only to return to find that he had been dead for two…

Family

 * Malagar Mar Noyne (b. 359 AC d. 430 AC)
 * m. Tyanna Narratys (b. 363 AC d. 423 AC)
 * Elyas Mar Noyne (b. 382 AC d. 436 AC)
 * m. Salma Vashar (b. 384 AC)
 * Darion Mar Noyne (b. 404 AC)
 * m. Elara Staegone Uhoris (b. 409 AC)
 * Idris Mar Noyne (b. 427 AC)
 * Andros Mar Noyne (b. 430 AC)
 * Nymon Mar Noyne (b. 387 AC d. 436 AC)
 * m. Lysara Nahar (b. 394 AC d. 436 AC)
 * Norah Mar Noyne (b. 414 AC)
 * Laena Mar Noyne (b. 417 AC)
 * Tormo Mar Noyne (b. 420 AC d. 436 AC)
 * Corlys Mar Noyne (b. 425 AC)
 * Sallys Mar Noyne (d. 436 AC)
 * m. Vila of Qarth (d. 436 AC)
 * Nicolette Mar Noyne (b. 415 AC)
 * Craghas Mar Noyne (b. 361 d. 405)
 * Descendants of Craghas
 * Mercurio Mar Noyne (b. 363 AC)