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Out of Character Information
player name: Vered
player livejournal: veredly_inferno
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where did you find us? Thia
are you 16 years of age or older?: Oui.
In Character Information
character name: Margaery Tyrell
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones
Timeline: The morning before her wedding to Joffrey Baratheon.
character's age: Late teens. She's sixteen in the books, but the show has everyone aged up so she'd be roughly nineteen.
powers, skills, pets and equipment:
Margaery was raised the daughter of a great House, and therefore was taught all the charms and courtesies of a proper lady. She had an advantage, however, of having the most badass grandmother ever, and Margaery learned not only to be charming but clever and observant. While not that charismatic, she has enough charm to make people love her. (Seriously, you could hire her to do your PR.)
Non-canon: Plant control. It starts as just flowers blooming in her presence (after all, her family sigil is the rose), but eventually she will be able to telekinetically control plants.
canon history:
http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Margaery_Tyrell
personality:
At first glance, Margaery Tyrell is the perfect queen consort, all sweetness and gentle smiles. She has a way with people, causing even the dourest of people to smile. Her mannerisms are lively and charming, and she seems incapable of doing any harm. Furthermore, her impish streak and clever nature make her more than just another perfect porcelain doll.
Margaery’s cleverness encompasses much of who she is. Her grandmother has been teaching her the game of thrones for as long as she can remember, and she takes those lessons to heart. While beautiful herself and fond of beautiful things, she knows that a pretty face can mask an evil heart, and she has learned to watch and wait and listen before she makes her move. Still, part of her is just another teenage girl. She enjoys her fun and merriment, and she’ll go hawking with her ladies or innocently flirt with men around her. Even so, she holds herself slightly aloof. Most of her retinue does not have to worry about the realm, while she does.
Much as a feudal lord would take his parishioners under his care, Margaery has a soft spot for abandoned pretty things and will take them into her care. She immediately adopted her poor young rival, Sansa Stark, and made the girl her project. Her reasons are only partially altruistic, though. While she does enjoy giving charity, she knows that the recipients of her charity often feel as though they owe her. Of course, she will not object to a favour repaid.
The Tyrells have always been a close family, in contrast to many of the feuding among family members in Westeros. Sometimes, she thinks that it’s them against the world. As the youngest child and only girl in her family, she’s always been loved, and she’s used to being able to rely on the people she trusts (who are very few in number). She loves her brothers, but Loras is her favourite, being closest to her in age. She is the voice of reason to his hot temper and impatience, all due to her grandmother’s influence.
Margaery is actually a fairly sweet girl if she is truly close to someone, but her family’s ambitions and her own political plots take precedence over being a good person. Because of her father’s desires to see his grandchild as king, she has been part of four different plots to make her queen, and she has been wedded and crowned thrice. She will put on a brave face and do what she would rather not if it furthers her political goals. Her charm and minor acting skills have always given her what she’s wanted, and she sees no reason that they would fail. She will drop allies and friends if she feels that further association is disadvantageous to her. (Because Anatole is not so political of a climate, she most likely will be more generous with her friendships than she would be otherwise, as she does not risk her death if she associates with the wrong people.)
While she mostly is calm and collected, she doesn’t have complete control; she is still young and prone to mistakes. If she is surprised, for example, she will be much more likely to let her true feelings show in a burst of emotion and make hasty judgments that are not the wisest decisions. She knows the benefits of having allies and friends. She constantly surrounds herself with people, both because she likes people and because it gives her an alibi against any possible suspicion.
Although she was fairly ambivalent towards being queen initially, with each successive husband she has come to think that she could be a good queen - certainly a better one than the queen regent, at least. She sees the faults of many of Queen Cersei’s thoughtless decisions in the fourth book, such as giving the church the right to assemble a militia that could infringe upon the crown’s power. Power has made her realise that she knows how to handle power, and she has developed a taste for it. She does want to be a good queen to her people, and she wants her husband, whoever he may be at the time, to be a good king. Renly would have been a good king, but he died. Joffrey was a monster, and so she helped kill him. Tommen is but a boy of eight, and she encourages him to sit in on the council meetings that his mother discourages him from attending.
Underneath the smiles and laughter, though, Margaery demonstrates that all roses have their thorns. She cannot stand willful ignorance and stupidity. Regular ignorance and stupidity is bad enough, but she sees willful ignorance as such a waste. Her ruthless nature is still only starting to develop at the point I’m taking her from, but she is definitely complicit and possibly directly involved in the plan to murder her then-husband, King Joffrey I. It’s not made clear in the books, but I feel that she could have been the one who directly poisoned him, as she had the best opportunity.
why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting?
A Song of Ice and Fire is a pretty dark canon, with blood and gore and sex and violence. Although Margaery’s a lady and thus has escaped the worst of the war (peasants are getting raped and slaughtered left and right), she still lives next to that squalor. Even highborn lords and ladies aren’t exempt from death happening when they least expect it, considering the high body count of the series.
Furthermore, Margaery’s power has always come from the people around her, whether it be her lord father or one of her husbands the king. It’ll be interesting seeing her amass power she can legitimately call her own and gather allies through purely her own merits and not those of her family.
Writing Samples
Network Post Sample:
( After she’s been told about Anatole and given enough time to regain her composure: )
[ The Forge flickers on. A bright-eyed girl is looking into the screen, curly hair framing a gentle smile. A golden crown is settled neatly atop her head. ]
I do hope that you won’t scare off newcomers. [ laugh ] I’ve never even imagined a place such as this could exist, all gears and cogs and curiosities. I’d scarcely set foot outside before marvelling at the newness of it all - and this wonderful contraption, too! Addressing so many people by simply talking into a box. One of you must show me the other wonders of this city; it does seem so wonderful.
[ There is a faraway look in her eyes before she renews her smile.]
But I digress. I’m Margaery Tyrell, pleased to make your acquaintance.
[ And she shivers slightly, looking ruefully at her dress. It may be a gorgeous dress, made of pale green samite and complementing her own beauty, but it was made for a much warmer weather. ]
I don’t suppose one of you could lend me a cloak? I - was not quite prepared for winter to come so fast.
Third Person Sample:
When Margaery Tyrell awoke, she still clutched poison in her hand. The black amethyst had been meant for another, and she was to be the sweet, beautiful vengeance on the monster. He was still alive, and she was still wed to him. That thought instantly awoke her, and then she realised that everything was wrong.
The room she was in seemed comfortable enough, if not for being one completely foreign to her. The furnishings were unlike any she had seen before, and a little brass box was chirping away merrily in the corner. She sat up on the bed, a frown creasing her forehead.
This must be a kidnapping, then, and what better way of breaking the tentative peace than by kidnapping the queen? Think, Margaery, her grandmother’s voice came to her, unbidden. The obvious is rarely the truth. She didn’t remember falling unconscious, or any sign of danger at the wedding feast. Strange too was the fact that she remained unbound here. Wouldn’t a kidnapper take more precaution in securing such a valuable hostage? Perhaps the gods had heard her prayers and whisked her away, she thought wryly. She could not be wed to a boy she despised if he were not here.
She crossed the room in a few steps. The door opened easily with a push, although the draught that entered the room made her wish for a cloak. She wished for her family and for answers, too, but wishing would do her no good.
Well, her family was not here, but she could find answers herself. Wielding determination as her weapon (and grace as her armour), she stepped into the corridor, ready to demand answers from the first person she came across.
Anything else?