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CHARACTER
Name Jaime Lannister
Canon Game of Thrones (TV)
Age 43 years old
Birthright Jewel Green, as given through RNG
Dreams made flesh Jaime wants his family to be protected from the upcoming attack of the dead, the great war to come, and for the unforeseeable future; he wants the Lannister name to live on through Lannister blood. This wish applies to his brother, Tyrion, his sister, Cersei, and the infant growing in Cersei's belly. Whether he returns home to them or not is negligible.
Canon point Jaime is coming from the end of Season 7, having decided to a) relinquish his title as lord commander of the royal military forces; b) abandon his home and the love of his life; and c) commit treason by renouncing his loyalty to the queen (who is also the love of his life) and swearing to fight for another. The reason for all this is so he can fight a battle against magical creatures and their army of the dead, who intend to kill all the living and take over the world. As of writing, he's been pulled into Terreille whilst riding a months' long journey towards a stronghold in the North, closest to where the dead are coming from, with nothing but a few supplies and a sword at his side.
Canon Powers None. Jaime is as human as human can get, and though humans are capable of learning magic, he's never had any inclinations to do so. With his dyslexia, Jaime isn't really suited to learning through books, and so most of his Craft studies will have to be either through practise on his own or with someone else. He'll probably be more affable towards learning when he realises not using his Craft regularly literally eats at his body, but he definitely doesn't have the patience or the finesse to start it alone. His Craft leans towards offensive and defensive spells associated with physical ability or items and the enhancement of such: enhanced strength, enhanced speed, imbuing his sword with magic, creating shields, and others. Healing abilities are limited to healing himself of minor injuries, but will be much more draining than the offensive and defensive Craft that comes to him more naturally.
As a side note, though not necessarily his power, Jaime's sword is made from Valyrian steel, which is incapable of dulling, lighter than regular steel, and many times more resilient. Valyrian steel is incredibly rare in canon, with the techniques for forging them lost with the collapse of the magical kingdom of Valyria. It is said that Valyrian steel was forged by dragon fire and imbued with magic spells; the latter has been proven when shown that weapons made from it can kill powerful magical creatures while regular metals cannot. Additionally, it keeps its magical properties regardless of its wielder's magic capabilities. His sword will thus be far easier to channel Craft through than the rest of him or anything else he owns.
Personality Where Jaime comes from, everyone knows who he is. Officially, he’s the son of the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms and a highly respected knight and swordsman. Unofficially, he’s the Kingslayer, the Oathbreaker, and the Man Without Honour. Nearly everyone in Westeros seems to have an opinion on Jaime Lannister, whether it’s because of his fighting skills, his personal ruthlessness, his charming good looks, or because he fucks his sister. It seems the only one who’s unsure what to think of him is Jaime himself, but that’s because he’s spent years latching onto specific traits or his family’s opinions to define him, rather than trying to understand who he’s meant to be.
In his defence, he’s never had to make an effort and ask himself who he thinks he is. Everything Jaime ought to be was laid out for him since he was a boy: he was to be a noble lord of a great house, wise and strong and brave. When he joined the Kingsguard and that future was taken from him, his life was sworn to protecting the king and carrying every order he made instead. Even outside these things, Jaime is governed by an all-consuming love for his sister, who holds his heart and his life in a vice grip. Outside that, despite being a man bound by oath not to have a wife and children, Jaime lives to protect the family that he does have, with his main philosophy being something along the lines of “the things I do for love”.
And there certainly have been things, both good and bad. Jaime has committed noble acts like saving his brother from being executed by their father, but he’s done horrid things like push a boy out a window to protect his sister and their children. In one breath he can claim love and compassion for his family, and in the next declare intentions to murder newborn infants if he so must. Jaime has done terrible things, but he’s never felt regret for them. This isn't to be confused with a lack of understanding towards right or wrong, because he’s well aware of the standards of morality that society upholds. Rather, the reality is that Jaime knows when he does something cruel, but deems it justified if it means his family is safe and protected.
His philosophy is such that there is no-one else in the world but the Lannisters that matter. Most everyone tends to hate him anyway, and Jaime always meets this hatred with unapologetic, clear disdain of his own. He tends to treat people outside his family with two distinct strategies: some form of like, or some form of tolerance coupled with a healthy dose of mistrust. After witnessing supposedly “honourable” men let innocents die, after having the single heroic deed he committed a topic of treason and villainy, after imagining being a knight like in the legends and having all that thrown in his face… well, Jaime finds it difficult to trust anything, much less be kind to it. Among those he doesn’t like, he puts up a cold and cocky front, straightforward and honest and using sarcasm and biting remarks whenever applicable. Sometimes this applies to people he actually likes, too, but that’s because he’s poor at making friends and relating to anyone outside his family (and could never really care for them quite as much).
For a long time, however, Jaime’s less desirable personality traits didn’t matter. As earlier stated, he was renowned for his swordfighting skills, and being the man who killed the king made him a formidable enemy no-one would want to earn the wrath of. Jaime loathed being known as the Kingslayer, but he took pride in being one of the greatest swordsmen to ever live in Westeros, so feared that he could behead whatever problem he came across. There were only a handful of people who could match his skill, and these—swordfighting, battling, making military strategies and reading his opponents’ moves in war—were all things that he was good at because he wanted to be, rather than because of anything his family might have told him beforehand. There isn’t much that Jaime’s decided about himself to be proud of, and so wielding a sword and getting to carry it into action was the only thing he had outside of caring for his sister and brother. Jaime built his whole identity on this—killing and strength and what happens when you poke at House Lannister—and so when his swordhand was sliced off clean, he lost the bit of him he could fall back on every time.
Losing his hand crushed him in a way nothing else has. Jaime didn’t believe he was good at swordfighting so much as he believed he was swordfighting—he was the hand he lost, he was the sword sworn to protect those he loves most—and to this day this idea has continued to haunt him. As a man so centrally dedicated to keeping his family safe, how is he meant to keep anything safe without a hand to wield a sword? Some would presume Jaime ought to just practise with his left hand, but after spending all his life since teenhood being the golden child and the best there is, it’s difficult to start from square one again. Jaime has never had to build his own identity by himself, and losing something integral to who he believed he was left him bitter, depressed, useless, and ashamed.
Plunged into this powerless state, for the first time in his life Jaime’s become forced to think and consider just who the man behind the sword is, and it’s left him torn open even if he pretends that he isn’t. Suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder from a young age (as one does when forced to watch countless people burned alive), Jaime has never learned how to express his feelings properly, and so struggles to accept his lost hand on his own without help if he isn’t ignoring it altogether. He builds walls around his heart as high as he can to keep both people and himself out; he pretends and he lies and he acts like nothing affects him, when in truth the shreds of his humanity left intact are reeling. The more he dips into himself, trying to see what he is beneath love of family and love for the fight, the more he wonders if he can be more. He knows he’s ugly, but he doesn’t know how far the ugliness goes. He knows he’s cruel and ruthless and he’s murdered more people than he can count, but a part of him isn’t sure if that’s all he has to be.
In truth, despite his own beliefs and despite the way that he presents himself, there are parts of Jaime that are good. For one thing, all the horrible deeds he’s committed have never been done happily—in all the wrong he’s committed, he’s never been glad for any of it, well aware that he’s doing something horrid and never deluding himself into thinking otherwise. Against all odds, Jaime has his own sense of morality and honour, and though the whole world may disagree with his definitions of right or wrong, he follows them to the letter. As a boy Jaime wanted to be a hero, and sometimes—even after his disillusionment—that hero shines through. He hasn’t thought of himself as a real knight in a long time, but with the loss of his hand he’s tried to live his vows to be brave, and just, and to protect the innocent. Jaime’s risked his life to kill a dragon and end a great war before it begun. Jaime’s worked to save the daughters of his enemy simply because he swore he would. Jaime betrayed his king to save a city and his queen to save the world, because both monarchs failed to see the folly in their ways. Not all of him is bad, and even if he knows he can never be forgiven for the things he’s done, there is that brief possibility that Jaime is a better man than he gives himself credit for.
Still, in the end Jaime isn’t out seeking redemption. He knows that’s impossible for him, and he knows that he’ll never be a good man in any sense of the word. Better, yes, but not good. He may not be a hero, but he can do a few heroic things along the way, rather than being ugly for the sake of family ‘till the end of his days. For the most part, Jaime is searching for his definition of justice, for his definition of honour and what “the right thing to do” even means. He’s trying to understand who he is without that crutch of swordsmanship or his family’s own demands of him. He wants to understand how ugly he is and how beautiful he can be, and perhaps reconcile the two as one whole, real, and ultimately flawed Jaime Lannister. He is more than the Kingslayer, even if he and everyone else might not believe it, and chances are there’s more to him than he thinks there is. He only has to find it, and it is the most difficult thing he’s ever had to do in his life.
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Current character N/A
Name Jaime Lannister
Canon Game of Thrones (TV)
Age 43 years old
Birthright Jewel Green, as given through RNG
Dreams made flesh Jaime wants his family to be protected from the upcoming attack of the dead, the great war to come, and for the unforeseeable future; he wants the Lannister name to live on through Lannister blood. This wish applies to his brother, Tyrion, his sister, Cersei, and the infant growing in Cersei's belly. Whether he returns home to them or not is negligible.
Canon point Jaime is coming from the end of Season 7, having decided to a) relinquish his title as lord commander of the royal military forces; b) abandon his home and the love of his life; and c) commit treason by renouncing his loyalty to the queen (who is also the love of his life) and swearing to fight for another. The reason for all this is so he can fight a battle against magical creatures and their army of the dead, who intend to kill all the living and take over the world. As of writing, he's been pulled into Terreille whilst riding a months' long journey towards a stronghold in the North, closest to where the dead are coming from, with nothing but a few supplies and a sword at his side.
Canon Powers None. Jaime is as human as human can get, and though humans are capable of learning magic, he's never had any inclinations to do so. With his dyslexia, Jaime isn't really suited to learning through books, and so most of his Craft studies will have to be either through practise on his own or with someone else. He'll probably be more affable towards learning when he realises not using his Craft regularly literally eats at his body, but he definitely doesn't have the patience or the finesse to start it alone. His Craft leans towards offensive and defensive spells associated with physical ability or items and the enhancement of such: enhanced strength, enhanced speed, imbuing his sword with magic, creating shields, and others. Healing abilities are limited to healing himself of minor injuries, but will be much more draining than the offensive and defensive Craft that comes to him more naturally.
As a side note, though not necessarily his power, Jaime's sword is made from Valyrian steel, which is incapable of dulling, lighter than regular steel, and many times more resilient. Valyrian steel is incredibly rare in canon, with the techniques for forging them lost with the collapse of the magical kingdom of Valyria. It is said that Valyrian steel was forged by dragon fire and imbued with magic spells; the latter has been proven when shown that weapons made from it can kill powerful magical creatures while regular metals cannot. Additionally, it keeps its magical properties regardless of its wielder's magic capabilities. His sword will thus be far easier to channel Craft through than the rest of him or anything else he owns.
Personality Where Jaime comes from, everyone knows who he is. Officially, he’s the son of the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms and a highly respected knight and swordsman. Unofficially, he’s the Kingslayer, the Oathbreaker, and the Man Without Honour. Nearly everyone in Westeros seems to have an opinion on Jaime Lannister, whether it’s because of his fighting skills, his personal ruthlessness, his charming good looks, or because he fucks his sister. It seems the only one who’s unsure what to think of him is Jaime himself, but that’s because he’s spent years latching onto specific traits or his family’s opinions to define him, rather than trying to understand who he’s meant to be.
In his defence, he’s never had to make an effort and ask himself who he thinks he is. Everything Jaime ought to be was laid out for him since he was a boy: he was to be a noble lord of a great house, wise and strong and brave. When he joined the Kingsguard and that future was taken from him, his life was sworn to protecting the king and carrying every order he made instead. Even outside these things, Jaime is governed by an all-consuming love for his sister, who holds his heart and his life in a vice grip. Outside that, despite being a man bound by oath not to have a wife and children, Jaime lives to protect the family that he does have, with his main philosophy being something along the lines of “the things I do for love”.
And there certainly have been things, both good and bad. Jaime has committed noble acts like saving his brother from being executed by their father, but he’s done horrid things like push a boy out a window to protect his sister and their children. In one breath he can claim love and compassion for his family, and in the next declare intentions to murder newborn infants if he so must. Jaime has done terrible things, but he’s never felt regret for them. This isn't to be confused with a lack of understanding towards right or wrong, because he’s well aware of the standards of morality that society upholds. Rather, the reality is that Jaime knows when he does something cruel, but deems it justified if it means his family is safe and protected.
His philosophy is such that there is no-one else in the world but the Lannisters that matter. Most everyone tends to hate him anyway, and Jaime always meets this hatred with unapologetic, clear disdain of his own. He tends to treat people outside his family with two distinct strategies: some form of like, or some form of tolerance coupled with a healthy dose of mistrust. After witnessing supposedly “honourable” men let innocents die, after having the single heroic deed he committed a topic of treason and villainy, after imagining being a knight like in the legends and having all that thrown in his face… well, Jaime finds it difficult to trust anything, much less be kind to it. Among those he doesn’t like, he puts up a cold and cocky front, straightforward and honest and using sarcasm and biting remarks whenever applicable. Sometimes this applies to people he actually likes, too, but that’s because he’s poor at making friends and relating to anyone outside his family (and could never really care for them quite as much).
For a long time, however, Jaime’s less desirable personality traits didn’t matter. As earlier stated, he was renowned for his swordfighting skills, and being the man who killed the king made him a formidable enemy no-one would want to earn the wrath of. Jaime loathed being known as the Kingslayer, but he took pride in being one of the greatest swordsmen to ever live in Westeros, so feared that he could behead whatever problem he came across. There were only a handful of people who could match his skill, and these—swordfighting, battling, making military strategies and reading his opponents’ moves in war—were all things that he was good at because he wanted to be, rather than because of anything his family might have told him beforehand. There isn’t much that Jaime’s decided about himself to be proud of, and so wielding a sword and getting to carry it into action was the only thing he had outside of caring for his sister and brother. Jaime built his whole identity on this—killing and strength and what happens when you poke at House Lannister—and so when his swordhand was sliced off clean, he lost the bit of him he could fall back on every time.
Losing his hand crushed him in a way nothing else has. Jaime didn’t believe he was good at swordfighting so much as he believed he was swordfighting—he was the hand he lost, he was the sword sworn to protect those he loves most—and to this day this idea has continued to haunt him. As a man so centrally dedicated to keeping his family safe, how is he meant to keep anything safe without a hand to wield a sword? Some would presume Jaime ought to just practise with his left hand, but after spending all his life since teenhood being the golden child and the best there is, it’s difficult to start from square one again. Jaime has never had to build his own identity by himself, and losing something integral to who he believed he was left him bitter, depressed, useless, and ashamed.
Plunged into this powerless state, for the first time in his life Jaime’s become forced to think and consider just who the man behind the sword is, and it’s left him torn open even if he pretends that he isn’t. Suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder from a young age (as one does when forced to watch countless people burned alive), Jaime has never learned how to express his feelings properly, and so struggles to accept his lost hand on his own without help if he isn’t ignoring it altogether. He builds walls around his heart as high as he can to keep both people and himself out; he pretends and he lies and he acts like nothing affects him, when in truth the shreds of his humanity left intact are reeling. The more he dips into himself, trying to see what he is beneath love of family and love for the fight, the more he wonders if he can be more. He knows he’s ugly, but he doesn’t know how far the ugliness goes. He knows he’s cruel and ruthless and he’s murdered more people than he can count, but a part of him isn’t sure if that’s all he has to be.
In truth, despite his own beliefs and despite the way that he presents himself, there are parts of Jaime that are good. For one thing, all the horrible deeds he’s committed have never been done happily—in all the wrong he’s committed, he’s never been glad for any of it, well aware that he’s doing something horrid and never deluding himself into thinking otherwise. Against all odds, Jaime has his own sense of morality and honour, and though the whole world may disagree with his definitions of right or wrong, he follows them to the letter. As a boy Jaime wanted to be a hero, and sometimes—even after his disillusionment—that hero shines through. He hasn’t thought of himself as a real knight in a long time, but with the loss of his hand he’s tried to live his vows to be brave, and just, and to protect the innocent. Jaime’s risked his life to kill a dragon and end a great war before it begun. Jaime’s worked to save the daughters of his enemy simply because he swore he would. Jaime betrayed his king to save a city and his queen to save the world, because both monarchs failed to see the folly in their ways. Not all of him is bad, and even if he knows he can never be forgiven for the things he’s done, there is that brief possibility that Jaime is a better man than he gives himself credit for.
Still, in the end Jaime isn’t out seeking redemption. He knows that’s impossible for him, and he knows that he’ll never be a good man in any sense of the word. Better, yes, but not good. He may not be a hero, but he can do a few heroic things along the way, rather than being ugly for the sake of family ‘till the end of his days. For the most part, Jaime is searching for his definition of justice, for his definition of honour and what “the right thing to do” even means. He’s trying to understand who he is without that crutch of swordsmanship or his family’s own demands of him. He wants to understand how ugly he is and how beautiful he can be, and perhaps reconcile the two as one whole, real, and ultimately flawed Jaime Lannister. He is more than the Kingslayer, even if he and everyone else might not believe it, and chances are there’s more to him than he thinks there is. He only has to find it, and it is the most difficult thing he’s ever had to do in his life.
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Name Lance
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