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Player Info

Name: Shana
Age: two-and-twenty
Contact: effulgent
Characters Already in Teleios: Hook, Anya, Adrian
Reserve: Bam.

Character Basics:

Character Name: Sansa Stark
Journal: ladysarmor
Age: two-and-ten
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire
Canon Point: A Storm of Swords, shortly after marrying Tyrion Lannister, but before the Red Wedding.
Debt:

Class A:
Betrayal 3 years (not speaking up when asked what happened between Arya and Joffrey, telling the Queen of her father's plot to leave the city, claiming her brother and father were traitors when she didn't believe it)

Class B:
Fraud 15 years (for various little lies told to keep herself alive mostly)

Class C:
1 month property damage (for trying to destroy her sheets after her first period)
1 month conspiracy to commit murder (when she wanted to push Joffrey)


GRAND TOTAL: 18 years 2 months

Canon Character Section:

History: Bam.

Personality:

Sansa is a proper young lady. She is beautiful, dutiful, kind, and polite. She has been taught her entire life what being a Lady in Westeros means, and she has lived by it. She knows how to sew and dance and sing, she always wears pretty clothes that she is careful not to tear or dirty, and she expects, in the first book at least, to grow up and marry someone her parents pick out for her to strengthen some alliance or other. Sansa is a romantic, so she hopes her marriage will be a good one, to someone handsome and brave who will love her very much. Growing up with two parents who loved each other dearly despite the fact that their marriage was arranged gave her expectations of love and happiness. When she finds out she's to be married to Prince Joffrey, heir to the throne of Westeros, she is initially thrilled. It seems like living out a fairy tale for her. Unfortunately, it turned out he was the beast, not the hero of her tale. Her life since leaving Winterfell has been all about learning that life is not a song, and she will never find her perfect handsome knight.

Sansa loves the fashions and atmosphere of the south. It's so glamorous and bright compared to the dreary, cold north where everyone must always dress warmly and company is hard to find past the residents of Winterfell and the few visitors they may get. She enjoys being around other ladies and being able to learn new hairstyles and try different dresses and enjoy the high life. But she was raised in the north, and the north is in her blood. Winterfell is her home, and though she can be at home in any castle, there is a certain strength that comes from the north. For all of her sweetness and obedience, Sansa is far from weak. She can't swing a sword, but she has a strong survival instinct.

King's Landing is a snake pit of politics and intrigue, and Sansa has survived nearly two years there. She does not consider herself very brave, but tells herself she must be in order to survive. Bravery for her does not mean speaking her mind or assassinating the king, it means smiling at the king she hates and telling him she loves him because otherwise he'll have his men beat her at the least or put her head on a spike at the most. It means taking the small victories she can. She saves the life of Ser Dontos when he shows up at Joffrey's nameday tournament drunk through quick-thinking and making Joffrey think it was his idea. She bears the abuse and cruelty of Joffrey and everyone else constantly mocking her for being stupid without complaint because complaining could mean showing her disloyalty. When she is forced to marry the dwarf Tyrion Lannister, she initially refuses to kneel to help him put the wedding cloak on her that will make them man and wife. She can't stop the marriage. If she'd made a fuss and refused to say the vows, they would still have found a way to marry her, but she can remain standing, making the affair as unpleasant for Tyrion as it is for her.

She felt badly after that one small rebellion, though, as the marriage wasn't Tyrion's fault, so she does eventually kneel. Tyrion himself has actually been kind to her, and she recognizes that he didn't want this wedding either, and that not kneeling was horribly embarrassing for him, and she does feel sorry. Their marriage is not a happy one. Sansa refuses to be anything but the picture of courtesy despite Tyrion's best efforts to get her to relax. He may not be Cersei or Joffrey, and he may have decided to wait for sex until she wants it, but he is still a Lannister, still ugly and stunted, and she still was forced to marry him. She can never trust him, and certainly never love him. All she has to offer him is the constant courtesy she hides behind.

Sansa is a remarkably kind-hearted individual despite all she’s been through, and it is one of her most admirable traits. A lot of the more idealistic characters become jaded or dead after being exposed to how unpleasant the world really is, but Sansa has not lost her warmth. She’s learned not to trust so easily or believe songs and stories, but she is still kind to her friends and people who are younger or need protecting. She simply does not count on others to behave the same towards her, even going so far as to bring a knife with her when she meets Ser Dontos in the woods for the first time in case it’s some sort of trick. She’s a sweet, loving girl, but she is also aware of the dangers of the world. She also knows not to expect a rescue, even if she’d like to dream of it, so she can count only on herself. She wields courtesy and politeness as her weapons and armors and carves out survival for herself in those ways alone.

The people Sansa truly loves are the people she hasn't seen for far too long. Her family. Unfortunately, it took her too long to realize how important her family was to her. She spent the first book doting over Joffrey and imagining how wonderful it would be to marry him, to the point that she betrayed her family twice and each time paid the price herself. She said she didn't remember what had happened when Joffrey and Arya had fought, despite knowing very well that the entire thing was Joffrey's fault. She didn't want to displease Joffrey and she didn't want to lie, so she refused to take a side, and lost her direwolf for it. She also sabotaged her father's attempts to sneak the family out of King's Landing by taking news of it to the king, which ended up getting many of her people killed and tipped the queen off to Ned's upcoming move against her. In both these situations, it’s important to realize the horrible situation she’s in. She knows she’s to marry Joffrey, and that this is the highest honor any woman in Westeros can hope for: to marry a king and be queen and the mother of the next king. She does not want to go against her future husband, and she also doesn’t want to go against her family. She knows her family is right, but royalty is royalty and she’s young and scared and going against the prince who she already fears she displeased simply by seeing him weak and crying is too much of a risk for her to take. It takes her months to realize that the charming prince is just a façade and Joffrey is a monster that she’d be better off not marrying, but by then it's too late. She tries desperately to get Joffrey to spare her father's life, but he refuses, chopping Ned's head off right in front of Sansa.

She only ever refers to Jon Snow as her bastard brother or half-brother, as she is very aware of the status of trueborn children in comparison to bastards. Her mother praises her for her beauty and skill at needlepoint. Arya Stark, however, leaves a lot to be desired as far as sisters go. Arya is not like Sansa at all. She wants to fight and run with the boys and is no good at any of the tasks ladies are supposed to be good at. Sansa works hard at being a lady, but to her it seems like Arya doesn't try at all, and yet despite all that their parents love both sisters equally. She doesn't understand Arya, who doesn't care about marriage or fashion or any of the things Sansa finds interesting. The things ladies are supposed to find interesting. Arya doesn't care about any of that, so they can't talk about it like Sansa does with her friends. Not understanding isn't the same as not loving, though. Arya isn't everything she'd ask for in a sister, but she is part of Sansa's family. Sansa may not have appreciated her family when they were all together, but now that they're apart, she misses them and would do anything to get them back. Sansa is a direwolf of House Stark, and her family is her pack. She'd protect them all if she had the power, but she doesn't have much power at all. She's a lady in a land where ladies rarely have much power save what they are given or what they manage to carve out for themselves, and there is precious little available for a young girl from a family that has been marked traitors. She has learned how to survive the game of thrones, but she is still just a pawn. She has a long way to go before she becomes a queen.

She won’t understand much of what’s happening to her in Teleios, but she’ll be very happy to be there as it is not King’s Landing and there are (so far!) no Lannisters around. It will be an adjustment, since she’s used to having a far fancier existence, not to mention not working, but it’s worth it to be far away from Joffrey and Cersei. It will still take her a while to trust people completely, though. She’s learned that lesson, at least.

Powers/Abilties: Nothing supernatural. She's excellent at needles and dancing and being courteous in all the ways expected of a Lady of Westeros. She's really good at being diplomatic and mastering smalltalk.

Appearance: Sophie Turner.

Samples:

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Prose Sample:

Sansa knelt in the Godswood, by the heart-tree, and thought of home. Not that Winterfell could truly be considered home anymore. It had burned down, after all. But she remembered every stone of it well enough. And she missed it, more than she’d thought possible when she’d headed south with her father and her sister. When her father and sister had been alive and with her.

But now she missed it. Now, when it was too late to go back, she wished with all her heart that she could stand by the old weirwood and have her family with her. Back then, she’d favored her mother’s religion, but now, she spent more time in the Godswood than in the sept. Not many in the Red Keep favored the Old Gods like her father had. It meant she could be alone, if only for a little while.

She prayed for her one surviving brother, far in the North, that he’d never lose a battle and that the south would crumple before him until he could carve a path through Lannister men to the Red Keep and rescue her and chop off Joffrey’s head. She prayed that the fighting would end and Robb could be King in the North and she could find a way out of this marry a handsome knight instead. She even prayed for her sister, that Arya was still alive somehow and doing better than Sansa was.

She didn’t have much faith in her prayers coming true anymore. So far, they hadn’t served her better than the songs and stories she used to love so much. She’d be lucky if she even managed to survive long enough to escape King’s Landing with Ser Dontos.

That wouldn’t be tonight, though, of course. It didn’t seem like her champion was meeting her this evening. Sansa let out a little sigh and stood up, leaving the peace and quiet of the Godswood to go back to her house and husband. At least Joffrey’s cruelties had lessened now that she was married to his uncle. Tyrion had, for all his faults, protected her and been kind to her. But she could never forget that once, Joffrey had been kind as well. Even Queen Cersei had treated her well at first.

Tyrion looked up as Sansa entered the room. “You’ve returned, Lady Sansa. What did you pray for?”

Her face was as still and unmoving as a mask as she responded. “The King’s long life, my lord.”

“Of course you did.” He gave her one of those looks that bordered between annoyance and wistfulness. And lust, she could see that, though there’d been no more mention of bedding her since the wedding. For that much, she was grateful. “So much devotion. Perhaps he’ll live forever, with that much prayer.”

Sansa didn’t respond. She knew Tyrion had very little love for his nephew. He wasn’t particularly careful to hide his disdain. It worried Sansa sometimes. The last thing she needed was for Tyrion to be accused of some sort of treasonous act as well. She’d never survive being tied to another traitor. More reason to escape as soon as she could.

She inclined her head to Tyrion lightly, turning towards her chamber. “If you’ll excuse me, my lord, I’m very tired.”

“Of course, of course.” He waved a hand. “Wouldn’t want to keep my lady from her rest.”

Sansa left the room quickly, though she couldn’t rest yet. Tyrion had switched out all of her maids for ones he trusted more, but that didn’t mean Sansa particularly believed she could let her guard down more than a little around them. Only once she’d blown out the candle and covered herself in blankets could she close her eyes and reclaim some of the quiet she’d found in the Godswood.