Tempest Sandeford-Wrey
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| Portrayed by Sophie Turner | |
| Full Name | Tempest Luna Sandeford-Wrey |
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| Associated Noble House(s) | Marquessate of Eastborough Barony of Wrotham |
| Date of Birth | 15th January 1790 |
| Father | James Sandeford-Wrey |
| Father's Rank | Baron of Wrotham |
| Mother | Cressida Sandeford-Wrey |
| Mother's Rank | Baroness Wrotham |
| Town Residence | 26 St. James Square |
| Year of Debut | 1807 |
| Dowry | Unknown |
The Honourable Miss Tempest Sandeford-Wrey is the only daughter of the Baron and Baroness of Wrotham.
Tempest is played by Kristie
Family
- Father: James Sandeford-Wrey, Baron Wrotham
- Mother: Cressida Sandeford-Wrey, Baroness Wrotham
- Brother: The Honourable Maximilian Sandeford-Wrey
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Background
Tempest Luna Sandeford-Wrey was born on the full moon night in the dead of winter at her family’s home in Surrey. Perhaps then they should have expected her less than warm persona, her sharp tongue and her stellar impatience. Named Tempest, after her mother’s favourite Shakespearean play, she was a dreadfully irritable child. Even as a baby, she smiled rarely, and howled her displeasure with startling skill. She was late learning to walk, preferring to be carried, and crying anytime she was placed on her own. Her nanny pegged it to a kind of loneliness that children expressed, and made sure to keep company with her, coddling her and loving her the only way she knew how – by giving in to young Tempest’s every whim.
At the age of 17, she made her bow to society in London, was presented at court, and went through the motions expected of a fresh debutante. While she received attention, her coolness and her lack of interest was soon noted. Her impatience with gentlemen who fawned after her good looks manifested in unkind words and harsh critique of their persons, and she was sent home to Surrey after a failed season. That autumn, she received a proposal from a wealthy, rotund local landowner, but refusing to spend even one moment considering what the wedding night would be like, she flat out refused to be engaged. Her father was insistent on the match, for it meant well for the Sandeford-Wrey coffers, and seeing that there was no other way out, Tempest took matters into her own hands. With her customary single-mindedness, she, in front of guests at a dinner, tore into his lack of character, his weight, his piggish looks, and his complete inadequacy for her. Any sort of attachment was henceforth reduced to nothing.
For the next three and a half years, Tempest remained at home, content to be in her own company, riding over the fields, spending time with her books and her novels and her paintings and caricatures.
Now, at twenty-one and on the line of spinster-hood, Tempest’s father has decreed that she has to make one last attempt at catching a husband before he chooses one for her. Very honestly, Tempest doesn’t care whichever way it happens, but as the entire family has removed to London, she has simply followed the entourage. Her engagements are as alike her peers as she can stand it; despite her preference for her own company, she is amicable enough when there are guests. Otherwise, she spends on her caricatures – sardonic observations on society – and riding. She brings with her to London, her prized possessions Blackforest, an ebony coated mare from a line of thoroughbred racers, and her beloved Irish wolfhound (and possibly best friend) Looper.