This one is one of my favorites.

[dragonring]

 the share my past meme


1. Post some video clips, passages, comic pages, or whatever that depicts some moments from your character's past. It can be something silly, something serious, whatever you want. (Please link them and don't embed them for easier browsing. Also warn accordingly.)

2. Now everyone can see it, oh no!

3. Comment around, react ICly. Have fun!

Comments

[survivra]

1.

Katsa as a child discovers her Grace.

(warning for blood/violence)

2.

“I’m not going to wear a red dress,” she said.
”It would look stunning, my lady,” Helda called.
She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. “If there’s anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I’ll hit him in the face.”

3.

"I’m beginning to think I won’t have much responsibility as we travel through the forest together.”
“Does it bother you? You’re welcome to do the hunting yourself. Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks, and scream if I hear any strange noises.”
He smiled then. “Do you treat Giddon like this, when the two of you travel? I imagine he finds it quite humiliating.”
“Poor Po. You may content yourself with reading my mind, if you wish to feel superior.”

4.

Randa sat back, his smile twisted tighter now. “Charming,” he said. “Charming, truly. tell me, Katsa. What, precisely, possessed you with the notion that you are in a position to consider the king’s orders? To think about them? To form opinions regarding them? Have I ever asked you to share your thoughts on anything?”

“No, Lord King.”

“Have I ever encouraged you to bestow upon us your sage advice?”

“No, Lord King.”

“Do you imagine it is your wit, your stunning intellect, that warrants your position in this court?”

And here was where Randa was clever. This was how he’d kept her a caged animal for so long. He knew the words to make her feel stupid and brutish and turn her into a dog.

Well, and if she must be a dog, at least she would no longer be in this man’s cage. She would be her own, she would possess her own viciousness, and she would do what she liked with it. Even now, she felt her arms and legs beginning to thrill with readiness. She narrowed her eyes at the king.

. . . Her voice shook. “I’m leaving the court,” she said. “Don’t try to stop me. I promise you’ll regret it if you do. Forget about me once I’m gone, for I won’t consent to live like a tracked animal. I’m no longer yours to command.”

His eyes were wide, and his mouth open. She turned and rushed down the long carpet, her ears tuned to the silence, readying her to spin around at the first hint of a bowstring or a sword. As she passed through her uncle’s great doors she felt the weight of hundreds of astonished eyes on her back; and none of them knew she had been only a breath, a twitch, away from changing her mind.

[steeledskin]

-- But was it beautiful?

[ the red dress. ]

[survivra]

It was. Too beautiful. It would have drawn too much attention.

[steeledskin]

But did the occasion call for beauty? [ there are some points in time where plainness is more obvious than elegance. abject disregard more glaring than grace. ]

[survivra]

My ladyservant believes most every occasion calls for beauty.

[ dear helda. ]

[steeledskin]

Your ladyservant likely speaks true.

[ sansa likes pretty dresses :c ]

[playmakings]

I don't think I like the adults in your world.

[ Frown. ]

I'm glad you stood up to him. I'm even more glad you stayed true to yourself. I'm definitely Team Katsa. But...

That dress. You're the punk rocking-est of all the punk rockers! You just need a mohawk.