[Mod-Post] Vaemar Applications

Application for Vaemar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, Heir to The Iron Throne

I've been an active member of ITP for around 7/8 months, but i've never managed to settle into a claim and truly consider it to be 'my claim', as it were. When I first joined, I kept up very closely with the interactions between Viserys, Baelor and Corlys - the dynamic play-style that comes from having multiple players in one family just seems incredibly interesting to me. Up until now, there hasn't been an opening for members of the royal family (save for the king himself), so I'm glad to finally have the chance!

Why can I play Vaemar?

I've been around since long before the prince was born, and I've kept up with everything going on surrounding his birth and his early years. I have my own daughter, Ruby, and thus I understand the mind of children and their behavior. Not only that, but I have a number of young nephews and nieces; so I'm fairly familiar with older kids as well. I'm pretty confident that I could convey the growth and development of the young prince, despite only being six.

I've been less active recently, because work and life in general has been pretty hectic. If my application for Prince Vaemar is unsuccesful, I would continue to play as House Lychester and kick back in the Riverlands. I don't have the time or the energy to write as much as I did back as Tarly or Drumm, unfortunately.

Sample Lore

The old one was nice. Like a friendly lion. I don't see him a lot now. Vaemar thought as he clumsily ran his quill around the paper, finishing the line of the Kingsguard's cloak. He didn't even know who he was drawing this time, just enjoyed the way his marks on the paper looked like his friends. I like Ronnet, he's nice too. I know he'll look after me. The quill ran wild, scribbling long messy hair atop the knight's head where Ronnet's own red hair would flow. This doesn't look like him. The boy's lips curled into a frown, and he looked around the room. The floor was barely visible beneath piles of parchment, with dragons and knights and mountains doodled over them a hundred times. Vaemar rolled off his stomach and onto his back before jumping up and making for the door, careful not to stand on any of his art.

The prince crouched down close to the base of the door, and took one last look at his latest picture. The armour was almost right, the hair was messy, but it was one of the best he'd done. With a mischievous grin, he dropped it onto the floor and slid it through the crack under the door.

"Psst, Ser Ronnet. It's you!" Vaemar said, biting his lip and waiting to see if his friend enjoyed it.

/r/IronThronePowers Thread