Strengths: Daenerys' most important strength is her leadership. She's fought from being an exile, going from place to place, to commanding an army of thousands, including three dragons, former slaves, and horselords, and very few of these warriors came because she beat them in battle. Rather, they came to her because they adored her, or she lifted them from oppression (although these lines certainly cross); her charisma is incredible, and she has a way about her that inspires people to follow. Dany comes across as a mother to many, as well. She's also very good at adapting to various situations, and because she's lived from place to place for so long, is good at learning new situations quickly and taking whatever life throws at her. Her compassion is widespread and her heart is gentle, she's clever in her own right, and, oh yeah, she can walk through fire. But more on that in the abilities section. Dany's also very goal oriented, and her independence and determination combined can get her far.
Weaknesses: By far, her biggest weakness is her temper. She's fierce and angry when provoked enough, and the wrath of the dragon is true. Dany is also vengeful and prideful, and these two things are certainly straws on her downfall pile. Her naivete makes it difficult for her to see anything beside good and bad and black and white.
Abilities: ♦ Daenerys' biggest ability is that well, she can walk through fire. Literally. Known as the Unburnt, Dany can touch pretty much anything hot without it even scalding her. No one knows quite why--it's not a Targaryen trait, so maybe it's literally the blood of the dragon.
First Person:
[ Daenerys Targaryen can't even bring herself to be horrified at the thing she's riding. It's moving and metal, and when she first stands, she stumbles, the fabric of her blue dress catching on one of the arms of the train seats. No, what she's truly worried about is what's missing. Missandei, Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan--despite running up and down the length of the car, she's found no sign of any of them, nor the rest of her khalasar.
What could have happened to them--more importantly, what would they do without her? The thought pained Daenerys enough that she stopped, hand catching on one of the seats and looking from left to right. She'd taken them across the sea, sacked Astapor, and left them.
And--her dragons. With a horrified gasp, Dany whips her head to where she was sitting, something in her tensing up then instantly relaxing at the sight of Drogon sitting on the seat, curled up into a ball and blowing smoke from his nostrils. She hurries beside him and smooths a hand over his head, then sits down in her seat, shell shocked enough that her legs almost give out.
Her khalasar could be anywhere, her other two dragons, her children in the wrong hands. And as the train stops, Dany walks off automatically, not even thinking about her movements, Drogon flying up to perch on her shoulder. And it's at that moment that she discovers the strange metal thing tucked into her dress-- a Myrish eye, perhaps--and Daenerys holds it up and looks at the screen, unbidden in her curiosity. It waves back and forth in front of her, broadcasting the face of an ethereal young blonde; but before she can say anything, or discover it's reflecting her for a reason, Drogon makes a displeased noise and lets loose a blast of smoke in the feed, and she hurries to soothe him, shutting the feed in the process. ]
Hush--hush, Drogon--
Third Person:
The last time Ser Jorah had spoken badly in front of Daenerys Targaryen, it had been in front of a slaver in Astapor. As a queen--a khaleesi--Dany was supposed to command complete and total attention, admiration, and respect, simply through her presence, action, and being. Most of this trip had been biting things back--her pride, as the slaver ruthlessly insulted her (called her a Westerosi whore) in her mother tongue, her temper as he lashed out at the Unsullied in front of her. But all Dany could do was sit and wait, smile dumbly and speak through an interpreter, as if she didn't know exactly what the slaver truly thought of her.
This trip had been pretending to hide her true intentions, as well, and Ser Jorah insulting her decision had been the ultimate test. Dany held her tongue, simply shot him a cool look as he stared at her, "Khaleesi--", and pretended that she was completely okay with selling one of her precious dragons, her children to this foul man. Ultimately, when Daenerys had made her decision in the acquisition of an army of slaves, she had to do what it took to succeed her khalasar to the Iron Throne.
And what it took was lying to Ser Jorah. Masking the truth, as it were. Because as Daenerys stood before the crowd of slavers, suddenly, every hit to her pride didn't matter. The blood of the dragon stirred as Drogon flew high over her head, as if he was going to the slaver's side, and with revenge on her mind on a smile on her lips, she opened her hand and gave the command for her slaves--no longer slaves, men freed of their slavery but obedient to her rule--to kill those who enslaved them before, who treated them wrongly. And for her dragon, she simply said one word.
"Dracarys."
Rhaegar would have been proud, she couldn't help but think, as she took Astapor with fire and blood.
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Strengths:
Weaknesses:Daenerys' most important strength is her leadership. She's fought from being an exile, going from place to place, to commanding an army of thousands, including three dragons, former slaves, and horselords, and very few of these warriors came because she beat them in battle. Rather, they came to her because they adored her, or she lifted them from oppression (although these lines certainly cross); her charisma is incredible, and she has a way about her that inspires people to follow. Dany comes across as a mother to many, as well. She's also very good at adapting to various situations, and because she's lived from place to place for so long, is good at learning new situations quickly and taking whatever life throws at her. Her compassion is widespread and her heart is gentle, she's clever in her own right, and, oh yeah, she can walk through fire.
But more on that in the abilities section.Dany's also very goal oriented, and her independence and determination combined can get her far.By far, her biggest weakness is her temper. She's fierce and angry when provoked enough, and the wrath of the dragon is true. Dany is also vengeful and prideful, and these two things are certainly straws on her downfall pile. Her naivete makes it difficult for her to see anything beside good and bad and black and white.
Abilities:
♦ Daenerys' biggest ability is that well, she can walk through fire. Literally. Known as the Unburnt, Dany can touch pretty much anything hot without it even scalding her. No one knows quite why--it's not a Targaryen trait, so maybe it's literally the blood of the dragon.
First Person:
[ Daenerys Targaryen can't even bring herself to be horrified at the thing she's riding. It's moving and metal, and when she first stands, she stumbles, the fabric of her blue dress catching on one of the arms of the train seats. No, what she's truly worried about is what's missing. Missandei, Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan--despite running up and down the length of the car, she's found no sign of any of them, nor the rest of her khalasar.
What could have happened to them--more importantly, what would they do without her? The thought pained Daenerys enough that she stopped, hand catching on one of the seats and looking from left to right. She'd taken them across the sea, sacked Astapor, and left them.
And--her dragons. With a horrified gasp, Dany whips her head to where she was sitting, something in her tensing up then instantly relaxing at the sight of Drogon sitting on the seat, curled up into a ball and blowing smoke from his nostrils. She hurries beside him and smooths a hand over his head, then sits down in her seat, shell shocked enough that her legs almost give out.
Her khalasar could be anywhere, her other two dragons, her children in the wrong hands. And as the train stops, Dany walks off automatically, not even thinking about her movements, Drogon flying up to perch on her shoulder. And it's at that moment that she discovers the strange metal thing tucked into her dress-- a Myrish eye, perhaps--and Daenerys holds it up and looks at the screen, unbidden in her curiosity. It waves back and forth in front of her, broadcasting the face of an ethereal young blonde; but before she can say anything, or discover it's reflecting her for a reason, Drogon makes a displeased noise and lets loose a blast of smoke in the feed, and she hurries to soothe him, shutting the feed in the process. ]
Hush--hush, Drogon--Third Person:
The last time Ser Jorah had spoken badly in front of Daenerys Targaryen, it had been in front of a slaver in Astapor. As a queen--a khaleesi--Dany was supposed to command complete and total attention, admiration, and respect, simply through her presence, action, and being. Most of this trip had been biting things back--her pride, as the slaver ruthlessly insulted her (called her a Westerosi whore) in her mother tongue, her temper as he lashed out at the Unsullied in front of her. But all Dany could do was sit and wait, smile dumbly and speak through an interpreter, as if she didn't know exactly what the slaver truly thought of her.
This trip had been pretending to hide her true intentions, as well, and Ser Jorah insulting her decision had been the ultimate test. Dany held her tongue, simply shot him a cool look as he stared at her, "Khaleesi--", and pretended that she was completely okay with selling one of her precious dragons, her children to this foul man. Ultimately, when Daenerys had made her decision in the acquisition of an army of slaves, she had to do what it took to succeed her khalasar to the Iron Throne.
And what it took was lying to Ser Jorah. Masking the truth, as it were. Because as Daenerys stood before the crowd of slavers, suddenly, every hit to her pride didn't matter. The blood of the dragon stirred as Drogon flew high over her head, as if he was going to the slaver's side, and with revenge on her mind on a smile on her lips, she opened her hand and gave the command for her slaves--no longer slaves, men freed of their slavery but obedient to her rule--to kill those who enslaved them before, who treated them wrongly. And for her dragon, she simply said one word.
"Dracarys."
Rhaegar would have been proud, she couldn't help but think, as she took Astapor with fire and blood.