Rain is a woods-witch living in mountains of the Vale.

Born Rhaena Targaryen, Rain is the firstborn child of Prince Maekar Targaryen and Lady Leona Tyrell. As a girl, she idolized her father and sought to prove herself a fitting heir, but never fully earned his trust or respect. Upon his death, she fled Oldtown in hopes of reuniting with her uncle Aegon Targaryen, but never managed to reach him. Instead, she spent the rest of her childhood in hiding in the Vale - first in the guise of a cabin boy and deckhand, and later as a novice in a motherhouse.

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Appearance and Character

An interrupted childhood spent as a fugitive notably stunted Rain's growth; once a lanky and tall for her age, she is now wiry and thin as a whippet, hardened by years fending for herself - a scrubby bush in inhospitable soil. Her face could be a much younger girl's, with a sharp nose, hollowed cheeks, and a mournful grimace, gaze intense beneath thick and angry brows. There lies her only trace of Valyrian ancestry - dark and suspicious, her eyes are a muddled hazel tinted with violet, difficult to make out save for in sunlight. She rarely bothers to untangle her chestnut hair, and instead leaves it in matted braids, woven through with bits of bone and leather cord.

On her cheeks, chin, and forearms, she bears the fading marks of ritual scarification, a coming-of-age rite overseen by her mentor. Though common enough among the clans, it is an alien sign anywhere else in the Seven Kingdoms, an outsider's brand difficult to disguise.

She dresses plainly and pragmatically - with winter's touch growing heavy on the mountains, she is more often than not bundled up in leathers, furs, and woven shawls. Her only ornament is the seven-pointed star pendant she has worn since childhood, cast from iron and saved as a remnant of a life long abandoned.

A dour, unsmiling woman, Rain is a grim believer in fate and the will of the gods - her tendency to moralize is bolstered by an aggressive, often vicious temper. She holds little empathy for others, despite her calling, and it can be difficult for her to truly consider the human implications of her actions. Because of this, she is more or less a loner, content to remain in seclusion, receiving visitors and guests with neutral detachment. Her faith compels her to help, her pride convinces her she is desperately needed, and her curiosity has never met a problem it did not wish to solve - but her work is devoid of warmth or caring. Despite this - or perhaps because of her cold and mysterious manner - a small community of devotees has gathered around her mountain refuge, assisting in her work and lending an ear to her rants and sermons. Rain has never grown used to their presence.

Though her skills in the healing arts are considerable, she possesses nothing resembling bedside manner, and often leaves her patients ill-at-ease - her cures are rumored to be witchcraft, and spread among the clans is the belief that she is capable of far more sinister things. For her own part, she does not seem to mind her fearsome reputation or the whispers of others. After all, she has survived far worse.

History

Rhaena: Princess of Summerhall (395 - 407 AC)

Rhaena's birth in the eleventh moon of 395 AC was cause for much celebration, as the first grandchild of Prince Baelor Targaryen. A squalling, healthy babe with hair that grew darker by the week, she held her parents' affection and attention tightly wound around one chubby finger. But it was not long before Leona's efforts turned to producing a proper heir for her husband - a duty that the passing years revealed she could not easily accomplish.

Raised with no companions of her age save for her younger sister Gael Targaryen, Rhaena often sought the company of the adults of the court at Summerhall. On his brief visits home, the girl grew especially close to her reserved and somber grandfather, idolizing him for his exploits and long career as a soldier. From Baelor, she inherited an implacable and unwieldly temper as well as a fascination with tactics and strategy. Though Rhaena never learned to hold a lance or wield a blade, the battle-hardened prince spent hours teaching her cyvasse, with the child propped up on several cushions and eager to impress and please. His death was a deep blow to a lonely child, and afterwards, Rhaena grew more difficult and defiant. She could not help but see herself as ignored and insignificant in a family known for its great deeds and ancient lineage.

Her father's promotion to the small council came with a move to King's Landing - one that left the girl ever more isolated and stand-offish. She never adjusted to the city, nor to the larger court, though the libraries of the Red Keep were a much-needed refuge where Rhaena spent hours hidden amongst the stacks. Maekar's duties left little time for raising small children, and what interactions he had with them were often stiff and formal. Try as she might, Rhaena never recaptured the easy warmth she'd had with her gruff grandfather, and though the tales of her father's victories in the War of the Three Thieves seemed exciting, they never mentioned the daughters he'd left behind to go and fight. The older she became, the more the girl began to realize that she would always be secondary to her father's pursuit of perfection - whether it was in regards to his duties, his faith, or his family.

When at last a brother was born, Rhaena did not greet the babe with enthusiasm - it felt like a betrayal by her mother, and she has not forgiven Leona since. The princess continued to question why her parents could not see her as enough for them, and envy deepened into a violent bitterness towards young Baelor. That he bore her beloved grandfather's name, just as he might someday inherit the man's keep, seemed the cruelest insult of all.

The younger Prince Baelor, however, did not live long. For years, Rhaena had prayed obsessively that the Seven would take the child's life and give her back her parents' love. When the sickly boy died shortly before his third nameday, it seemed those prayers had been heard. Rhaena was more frightened than satisfied - she had been handed concrete proof of the power of the gods, and of how little even the lives of princes meant by comparison. In the wake of his demise, she turned fiercely devout, believing the Seven to have granted her prayers for a reason, and fully intending to offer them the fealty they deserved.

Seeing a second chance to convince Prince Maekar of her worth, Rhaena has spent the last two years in a maddening effort to prove herself the perfect child - wise, subtle, obedient, and devoted. Unfortunately for the princess, she is ultimately very few of those things. Her temper and impatience alienate many who might otherwise help her; her intellect and talents are overshadowed by her gloominess and acerbic tongue. Though there are many things Rhaena has learned from books and games of skill, how to relate to others is not among them. Desperate to earn her father's esteem, she holds herself to impossible standards and lashes out should she fail.

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Recent Events

407 AC

Fifth Moon: Rhaena grows closer with her family at one of her aunt Jaehara's formal dinners, japing with her uncle Aegon, discussing her relationship with her sister with Lady Merry Crane, and extracting a promise from her uncle Jacaerys that should he successfully hatch a dragon, it will be hers.

Rhaena grows closer with her family at one of her aunt Jaehara's formal dinners, japing with her uncle Aegon, discussing her relationship with her sister with Lady Merry Crane, and extracting a promise from her uncle Jacaerys that should he successfully hatch a dragon, it will be hers. Sixth Moon: Resistant to the idea of traveling to the Summerhall tournament at all, Rhaena keeps to herself during the feasting and festivities, paying her respects to King Aenar before exchanging brief pleasantries (and a few barbs) with Septon Sullon and the Darry sisters. The former catches her attention, while the latter leaves her baffled - relating to her peers is as hard as ever for the stubborn, introverted princess.

Resistant to the idea of traveling to the Summerhall tournament at all, Rhaena keeps to herself during the feasting and festivities, paying her respects to King Aenar before exchanging brief pleasantries (and a few barbs) with Septon Sullon and the Darry sisters. The former catches her attention, while the latter leaves her baffled - relating to her peers is as hard as ever for the stubborn, introverted princess. Seventh Moon: Time spent in the capital is far from idyllic for a restless girl old enough to understand the stirrings of greater things, yet too young to be included in them. Rhaena spends her days stealing books from the royal libraries and verbally sparring with her mother - until King Aenar's death sends the family fleeing south.

Time spent in the capital is far from idyllic for a restless girl old enough to understand the stirrings of greater things, yet too young to be included in them. Rhaena spends her days stealing books from the royal libraries and verbally sparring with her mother - until King Aenar's death sends the family fleeing south. Eighth Moon:

Family

Prince Baelor Targaryen (m. Lady Deana Arryn)

Household and NPCs

Lady Meredyth Crane - Lady-in-waiting

Lady ________ Swann - Lady-in-waiting

Ser Garth Mertyns - Sworn sword

Rhaena possesses a dragon egg of a deep iridescent teal, flecked with gold and azure. It came from the same clutch laid by Cyrax that resulted in the hatching of Stormsong, but has remained dormant and still from the time it was placed in her cradle. One of the last relics of her former life, she had kept it close to her for the past decade, though any hope of it hatching has long since faded.