Mouse (Yna Mooton) Birth Name Yna Mooton Alias Mouse Gender Female Date Of Birth 77 AC Location Nightingale Inn Culture First Men Religion Faith of the Seven Status Alive Occupation Healer

Apothecary

Barmaid

Whore Affiliation Nightingale Inn Physical Information Eye Color Brown Hair Color Brown Build Buxom, callipygian, plump Height 4'10 Relations Father Lord Aegon Mooton (deceased) Mother Lady Lyanna Mooton née Brune (deceased) Lover(s) Numerous META Player Username /u/FusRoDan Name on Discord FusRoDan Auxiliary Character Jeyne Mooton

Yna Mooton is the only child of the late Lord Aegon Mooton and his deceased lady wife, Lyanna Brune. For her own safety, she has forsaken her noble name, and instead goes by the alias "Mouse". She is a barmaid at the Nightingale Inn, who offers patrons her services as a healer and herbalist. She also moonlights as a prostitute.

Appearance and Character Edit

Yna Mooton is a pleasantly plump woman, with an ample bosom, wide hips, and a positively callipygian posterior. She owes her alias, Mouse, to her unusually short stature, her soft, squeaky voice, and the murine features of her face - chubby freckled cheeks, buck teeth, a button nose, and large, round eyes the color of cinnamon. She typically wears her hair loose, allowing her chestnut waves to cascade freely down to the small of her back, but when concocting her medicinal wares or performing her duties as a healer, she often fastens her long locks into a more pragmatic ponytail at the nape of her neck. She garbs herself in drab shades of green, tan, and brown, and prefers dresses with narrow waists and billowing skirts.

Yna is a gentle woman, who responds to adversity with more pouting than shouting. She is prone to melancholy and often disparages herself, but she enjoys her life and the people in it. Healing is her passion, the Nightingale Inn is her home, and she is unafraid of indulging her sexuality. She loves good food, stiff drinks, sad songs, lousy puns, and above all else, peace.

History Edit

Yna Mooton was born in 77 AC in Maidenpool, to Lord Aegon Mooton and his wife, Lyanna Brune. She was their first - and only - child. Only one year after her birth, her father pledged his support to the doomed Hook Uprising, supplying his Brune kinsmen and the other rebels with food, arms, and coin. Had his involvement remained purely financial, his liege may have shown him mercy. Yet, when confronted by Lady Agnes Tully, Lord Aegon remained loyal to his wife's treasonous ilk. He refused to surrender the city and, in doing so, condemned himself to death. With overwhelming force, Geribald Hawthorne seized the city, and following a brief trial, Lord Mooton was executed by Harry Darry, Lord of Darry and Justiciar of the Crown. Neither his wife nor daughter were present to witness his punishment, however. As soon as Aegon was sentenced to death, his wife fled Maidenpool, absconding with their daughter deep into the boggy undergrowth of Crackclaw Point. Aegon's younger brother and heir, Maegor, was a volatile, mercurial man, and Lyanna feared that he would kill his niece to secure his inheritance.

Thus, while Maegor swore his fealty to House Tully and House Targaryen, Lyanna Brune vanished into Crackclaw Point, an already impoverished peninsula further ravaged by war. She returned to her home, Dyre Den, where she was welcomed by her nephew, Thoren, who had ascended to the lordship following the deaths of his father, Eustace, and two older brothers, Samwell and Monford. The uprising had cost House Brune greatly, yet they persevered, under the watchful supervision of a Justiciar.

For the next ten years, Yna enjoyed a peaceful, pleasant childhood. Accompanied by her cousin, Daemon, who she viewed as an older brother, the young Mooton girl spent her days exploring Dyre Den and the lands surrounding it. She climbed pine trees to steal eggs from birds and learned to swim in swampy water. She cracked jokes with drifters and bandits and befriended witches, who taught her the secrets of their herbal medicine. Life was good, and her future was bright.

Unfortunately, the fears that drove Lyanna to flee Maidenpool proved to be founded. For years, Lord Maegor Mooton had assumed that Lyanna and her daughter had either died or fled across the Narrow Sea. This assumption was corrected by a passing traveler, who mentioned a young Mooton girl he had met in Dyre Den. Maegor became paranoid that his goodsister would return with the might of Crackclaw Point to press her daughter's claim. Thus, with a pouch of gold and the promise of more, he dispatched a catspaw to dispose of his niece. To his loathsome credit, the assassin did manage to infiltrate Dyre Den, posing as a common merchant. After causing a distraction, he slipped out sight and waited for Yna in her chambers. Yet, when the door opened, the little girl was not alone: her mother was carrying her. The man was surprised, but undeterred. Executing the same plan as before, he threw the door shut behind the Brune woman and drew his knife, sneering. Lyanna shrieked and tried to run, but the man stood between her and the exit. He lashed out with his blade, intent on killing the girl, but Lyanna turned her back to him, shielding her daughter from his attack. After raking her back with his knife, the assassin implored Lyanna to hand him the girl; in exchange, he would spare her life. Without hesitation, Lyanna spat in his face, threw her daughter towards the door, then tackled the catspaw to the floor. While the catspaw riddled her stomach with wounds, Lyanna screamed at her daughter, urging her to run. And so, Yna ran. She ran and ran, away from the room, away from Dyre Den, away from everything she had ever known.

Fearing for her life, Yna shed her noble title and decided to take on an alias. Her mother had always been fond of calling her my little mouse, in reference to her squeaky voice, her diminutive size, and her mouse-like features, so Yna chose Mouse as her new name and began her new life. She wandered far and wide, subsisting of off that which she could forage or steal. It did not take long for her to discover that she possessed an acute talent for sneaking around. A fitting skill for a mouse, she would sometimes muse, but any pride she felt in her crimes was fleeting. With every pilfered coin or loaf of bread, she felt more ashamed of herself. She wondered what else she would do to survive. She wondered how different she was from the man who killed her mother.

In the darkest of times, when Yna had nearly lost all hope, she found herself in the Nightingale Inn. She was caught stealing by the barkeep and brought before the elderly proprietor to be judged. Terrified that the old woman would beat her, or cut off her hand, or worse, she resisted fervently, kicking and screaming. Yet, to her surprise, the crone received her with kindness. She listened to her story - the parts of it she was willing to tell, at least - then offered her a job. If she served as a barmaid - and, of course, never stole again - she could stay in the inn, free of charge. Needless to say, Yna accepted eagerly. Over the years, the inn became her home, and Dawn - the acting proprietor - practically became a sister to her.

Having found a new home - and a new family - Yna eased into a comfortable routine. In addition to toiling away as a barmaid, she also began offering her services as a healer. She tended to injured patrons, bandaging their wounds and providing them with potions and poultices she concocted herself, at a little workstation she had in the inn's cellar. From time to time, she would accompany one of the inn's laborers, Jaxon, when he left to run errands or deliver messages. On these little excursions, she would gather ingredients for her medicine and tend to the injuries and ailments of whomever she encountered. And, finally, as she grew older, she took on yet another role in the inn: prostitution. Having entirely abandoned her noble heritage, Yna saw little reason not to indulge her sexual proclivities, especially if it meant turning a profit.