"Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it. "

Created For:

Daria N. Queen: A Game Of Thrones Selection Roleplay, by

Full Name:

Delphine Cordelia Yronwood, Lady Of Yronwood

Nickname:

Delphi

Age:

Twenty

Gender:

Female

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual. Probably.

Pronouns:

She/Her

House:

House Yronwood

Title:

Lady Of Yronwood

Friends/Allies:

Other Dornish houses. Whether people like one another or not, it's important to stick together.

Enemies:

Delphine views the Targaryens as "frenemies". On one hand, she admires them, and with her pale blonde hair and stunning blue eyes, could likely pass as a relative of the clan. She's taken to dressing in the style of the ruling family instead of the more free-flowing Dornish style. At the same time, she is aware of her family's history with them, and that the two houses have only ever pretended to be friends.

Relationship Status:

Single

Weaponry:

Delphine is a tiny, delicate thing, not well-suited for fighting. She carries a small knife with a steel blade. Poisoned? Perhaps. Let's see who takes their chances.

Abilities:

Delphine believes she has prophetic dreams and sees glimpses of the future. Though she's been told this is ridiculous and speaking of such things could get her mistaken for a crazy witch, she believes in them wholeheartedly. Her actions may be dictated, or change entirely, based on a dream.

Faceclaim:

Anya Taylor-Joy

Family:

Daughter of Gwyenevere and Augustine Yronwood, deceased
Sister to Lord Orion Yronwood,  Bloodroyal
Sister to Lady Oriana Yronwood Redfort, living in the Vale
Sister to Septa Magdalena, a priestess

Persona:

Delphine is the youngest of a somewhat privileged Dornish family, and not accustomed to hearing the word "no". At twenty, she stands barely five feet tall and her petite figure, along with her pale blonde hair, give her the appearance of a gentle doll. However, when she is displeased or frustrated, she has a temper that others have learned to fear.

She is every inch the proper lady, at least in public. Delphine never showed much aptitude for fighting, learning, and doesn't have a particularly warm nature toward children. However, she has natural artistic talent, with the voice of an angel, skill on various musical instruments, and the type of grace on the dance floor that others envy. She is a natural mimic and can learn languages quickly, showing she is not dull-witted, but has little patience for learning things she doesn't think apply to her. She'd much rather talk about the latest fashions than political concerns, and she is likely the most "star-struck" when it comes to the idea of meeting a prince and falling in love. She can easily fancy herself a princess in a fairy tale, only prettier, sweeter, and much more deserving.

Delphine hates to be ignored, and she will do anything she can to attract attention and approval. If she cannot be noticed for her good qualities, she'll be noticed for her less agreeable ones. She is innocent-minded in many ways, believing that true love involves poetry, picnics, and white dresses. In others, she is spoiled, manipulative, and prone to keeping secrets or simply lying. Her goal is to have the life she wants, please others, and still do what she wants to do and get away with it. She is the first to greet everyone warmly, to praise others, and to become everyone's friend. She's also the first to look down upon everyone and laugh at others behind their backs. Delphine thinks of mocking others as a kind of sport, and is not even aware that being a "mean girl" isn't always endearing.

These qualities make her a deadly amount of trouble, or perhaps, just the ideal royal.

Backstory:

Coming soon

Task One: Ball Collage/Arrival Post

All the white lace and sand-coloured silks in Yronwood seemed to depart on a single day, along with a small fortune in silver and gold, even a few pearls. Delphine wasn't ever the sort of girl one could call "low-maintenance", and she wasn't just representing herself and her family. She was an ambassador of Yronwood, the best place one could grow up, or at least Delphine thought so. It offered the freedoms of the Dornish, the elaborate fashions and customs of the Westerosi royalty, and the deposits of silver and gold that made places like the Crownlands and Riverlands prosperous for ages.

At the age of twenty, Delphine found her sweeping gowns in shades of ivory, sand, and beige romantic. She wouldn't be young enough to pull off the look of the sweet and innocent fruit ripe for plucking, not for much longer. She understood well enough that the "honour" of being called to represent her house in the so-called "selection" was a kind of job interview. The Prince, or rather, his parents, were conducting auditions for a wife, a princess. In Yronwood, Delphine would always be the youngest girl in a prosperous house, protected and kept safe from the world.

The selection wasn't an honour, it was an opportunity. If she played her cards correctly, one day, she could be Queen. It was an ambition she didn't voice, but she was not stupid, nor as naive as she looked. Ignoring the importance of such an opportunity would have been foolish, and Delphine was not that.

She didn't cry as her trunks of feminine apparel and treasured relics became simply a young life easily packed in boxes. She didn't cry as she hugged her brother, wishing to feel whatever it is that causes emotional scenes and heartbreak over leaving home. Perhaps she would be back, and perhaps she would not, not for a while. Either way, she was too excited for the adventure that was ahead to feel the need for tears and homesickness.

Delphine hugged her brother, the Bloodroyal, and hoped she would make him as proud of her as she'd always been of him. Orion, named after a hunter, took the title when their father died. Like Delphine, he didn't shed a tear, but instead embraced his new title and responsibilities with pride.

"Smile and carry yourself with pride." Orion whispered to her as she lingered in the comfort of his hug, the last support she might have for a while. "Remember, though, there is wisdom in knowing when not to speak. It often says more than any words could do."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, though a small smile did touch her lips.  "I will do my best to make the family proud. I like to think if Father were here, he'd be proud of us both." She felt tiny tears forming in her eyes, the power of goodbye, even for a little while, hitting home.

Orion smiled gently, moving back and holding his sister's hands as he watched her from arm's length. "I like to think he still is here, just as while you're gone, you'll still be here with us."  The Bloodroyal's tone was reassuring and he tried to keep smiling. Delphine knew it was for her sake. "Now go, and have fun. Carriages don't wait forever. I've heard some turn into pumpkins if punctuality isn't your strong suit."

Delphine laughed, but her heart felt heavy, the excitement of possible grandeur and happily ever after overshadowed by the way goodbye felt more like forever than it should have. She looked back at her childhood home once more, waved her hand charmingly at Orion, and did everything she could to hide any hesitance or sadness that might show a lack of maturity. "I will be back. I'm not being sent off to marry just yet."

Even as she uttered them, Delphine didn't know if the words were true. If it wasn't this way, her fate was the same---one day, a carriage would take her away from the past and toward her future.

As she walked toward the carriage, she didn't dare look back. That was the thing about the future. It couldn't be seen if one was too busy looking behind.