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| Kate Mara as Rosanna Groves |
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| name: |
Rosanna Groves |
| house: |
Groves |
| father: |
Lord Campbell Groves |
| mother: |
Lady Ada Grafton |
| spouse: |
None |
| issue: |
None |
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| gender: |
Female |
| age: |
16 |
| height: |
5'3" |
| weight: |
None of your business |
| eyes: |
Brown |
| hair: |
Auburn |
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| honorific: |
Lady |
| title: |
None |
| position: |
Noblewoman |
| predecessor: |
None |
| heir: |
None |
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Background
Born as the youngest daughter to the Knight of Kingsgrove, the Lord of House Groves, Rosanna grew up as a quick, clever girl with an aptitude for garnering attention and charming what she earned. Though certainly strong-willed, Rosanna was smart enough to recognize the best methods of getting her way, and thus cultivated a sense of ladylike drama. She behaved, but even her artistic studies had a bent in performance: she excelled most in singing and, particularly, dancing.
Rosanna was still a child when Robert Baratheon rode out in rebellion. When House Groves rode out to meet him on the opposing side, despite the call of their liege lords the Mallisters, it was the latest of several poor decisions that had kept the house in decline in recent years. When they came out defeated on the other side, her father bent the knee to the new King, but one brother turned and walked into exile rather than swear fealty. It left his family conflicted: there was honor in his actions, yes, but to lose a son, for Rosanna to lose a brother, was not so simple.
But so the days went. Rosanna continued to grow much as she had. When the Ironborn invaded, Kingsgrove was found behind enemy lines, vulnerable and unable to free itself. But when the siege of Terrick's Roost was lifted and the Ironborn driven back to Seagard, it left Kingsgrove bruised but unbroken, and far more whole than certain villages. When the Army of the Cape sailed from Seagard, Rosanna went to see them off, and lingered in hopes of catching the eye of the newly-stationed Lord of Seagard, Patrek Mallister.
Eventually, though, she continued with the plan her father had for her before the invasion: she traveled to Stonebridge, there to install herself in the noble intrigue and machinations, and make what friends and allies she could — as well as begin to look towards a match. Since the end of the war, she has been joined by her brother Kittridge, who serves as her guardian.
Family
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Lord Ser Campbell Groves: Rosanna's father, the Knight of Kingsgrove. |
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Lady Ada Groves: Rosanna's mother, the Lady of Kingsgrove. |
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Young Lord Stafford Groves: Rosanna's eldest brother and heir to Kingsgrove. |
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Ser Kittridge Groves: Rosanna's older brother. |
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Ser Nicodemus Groves: Rosanna's older brother and Kittridge's twin. In exile following Robert's Rebellion. |
Physical Features
A bright girl newly come into womanhood, Rosanna is but a few inches above five feet, her figure modest but curved. Her skin is fair, marked subtly with freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her long, wavy hair falls to her waist, burnished to a light auburn. Her brown eyes are touched with that same warmth of hue, and the slim softness of her face, the line of a button nose, still holds the promise of youth.
Allies and Foes
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Lord Kittridge Groves: One of my dear, silly brothers. He'd rather be off hunting more than doing — well, anything else, I think. It is good that he has me to be clever for him. |
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Septa Day: My Septa from the time I was a young girl. Terribly clever and far more interesting than anyone else's Septa. I don't know what all those other young ladies do without her. |
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Ser Tommas Belte: My favorite sworn sword, I must admit. Always with animals about. He did me a great service with Barristan, and he's just so wonderfully — dependable. |
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Squire Brynner Hunt: Oh, Brynner. You delicious fool. |
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Lady Lucienne Terrick: Quite a fine, respectable lady, and with an interesting spark about her that actually makes her company of note. |
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Lady Anais Terrick: She's running all about looking for food now, isn't she? It really seems like she shouldn't have to. But she can be terribly fun, and I will always judge a person favorably if they're in as need of a dance as I am. |
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Lord Dmitry Terrick: Such a pretty thing. And he speaks so wickedly and dances so well. It's a pity he has nothing to offer but his name. |
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Lord Riordan Nayland: He throws quite a good party, though he's a terrible dancer. I shall endeavor not to hold it against him. |
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Lord Rutger Nayland: Rather an — interesting sort. I do wonder about those rumors, but his inheritance is awfully…physical. If not for the two sons, at least. |
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Lady Rebekkah Nayland: Amazing. I wish everyone would talk as she does. |
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Lady Roslyn Nayland: A very interesting and — complimentary lady. I have to wonder why she's still unmarried at her age, though. What a terrible thought to be a spinster. |
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Ser Bruce Longbough: He's just so terribly loud. |
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Lady Danae Westerling: I can't even imagine. Bold, lady. And probably fruitless. But I guess it's that slim possibility that makes a person jump. |
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Lord Desmond Westerling: Well. He did not vomit on me, and he complimented my hair. A silly thing, but I've no hostile feelings there. |
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Ser Garett Westerling: A rather disagreeable sort, by his own admission. All dark looks and no humor. I can't imagine why Kittridge invited him to do anything. |
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Lord Patrek Mallister: Such a sad sort. I'm sure he would be head over heels for me already if he weren't so distracted with all of those other things. |
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Lady Tiaryn Flint: She does play very prettily, and is a pleasant enough companion. I could stand to know her better. |
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Lady Briallyn Haigh: I just find it so dull when ladies are so deliberately contrary to femininity. She has this sad sort of sighing way about her that longs so for something other than what she was given. She'd be much better suited to the dirt of the common thrall, if she's so distressed to be born to nobility. |
What, actually speak to them?
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Ser Gedeon Rivers (Tordane?): He kept his honor close and died for it. And didn't even respect my favor. |
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