Post by Horas on Dec 29, 2013 18:50:03 GMT -5
Name: Aegon Targaryen
Status: King of Westeros.
Age: 22 (b. 58 AC)
Dragon: Glutton
Weapon: Penance, an axe of Valyrian Steel.
Skills:
Master Dragon Handling
Expert Land Battle
Noteworthy Axe
Apprentice Naval Battle
Apprentice Athletics
Novice+ Political Intrigue
Novice Brawling
Beginner Religion (the Seven)
Beginner Fortifications
Appearance: Aegon is a broad shouldered, stocky young man with large, calloused hands. He is handsome enough, but he lacks the otherworldly beauty of his family. His shortly cut hair is more blonde than silver-gold, his eyes a deep blue. Though still young, his body bears its fair share of scars from his campaigns.
In battle, Aegon wears an impressive suit of red plate armor, but his less formal dress is unostentatious. Of late he has taken to wearing an iron seven-pointed star on a leather cord around his neck, tucked underneath his clothes.
Personality: Some Targaryens are taken by flashes of brilliance and insight, but Aegon is not one of them. He is deliberate, methodical, and as a child some of the court wondered whether he might be a little slow. He approaches every problem with the same practical, workmanlike attitude. He is a solid, authorative presence on a battlefield – perhaps not so risky and daring as some, but it is an approach that pays off. Aegon Targaryen very rarely loses.
Aegon is also a Prince with a conscience. He dislikes playing the game of thrones, but views it as an unfortunate necessity. He does his best to live his life with honor, to protect the weak, uphold his values, and do his duty to his father and mother.
Years of war on the ground have disillusioned him to his father’s great cause, and he now believes the crown should seek reconciliation with the Faith of the Seven. He has quietly converted to that religion himself, and while the Faith Militant is still his lifelong enemy, he has offered his protection to a core of milder septons and holy men who shelter at his court at Dragonstone, much to his father’s irritation.
Background: Named for the Conqueror himself, high expectations were placed on the Prince of Dragonstone from his birth. Like every crown prince before him, a dragon egg was placed in young Aegon’s cradle, and as he grew older he carried it with him constantly. It hatched when Aegon was five years old, a beautiful golden creature named Aelyrion. And yet… it was clear something was not quite right. The dragon was aloof and refused to bond with the young Prince, no matter how hard he tried.
It was a terrifically bad omen, one that gave the capital’s less worthy rumormongers plenty to gossip about. The king kept hope for his heir, and as the boy grew older he was introduced to each of the older, riderless dragons in turn. Every last one spurned Aegon.
Thus it came to be that Aegon, Prince of Dragonstone, was the first of that title to ride to battle on a horse rather than a dragon. He was thrown into his father’s war at the tender age of thirteen, squiring for Lord Arthur Arryn, considered by many to be the finest commander of his era. Aegon was not brilliant, but he was a diligent student who slowly improved his knowledge of warfare. At sixteen he earned his spurs on the battlefield, fighting off foes to protect his knight who had his leg trapped beneath his fallen horse. Due to his birth, he was given command of his own host.
It is said that the Targaryens think of themselves as more god than man, not subject to any law but their own. And why not? What but a god could soar through the clouds? What but a god could bring fire and ruination down on their foes? But the view is very different from the ground. Aegon fought on the ground, in the muck and the blood and the shit. The Andals his kin thought of as chattel were the ones that paid for Maegor’s war. And when they lay broken and dying on the field of battle, even the king’s soldiers cried out for the Mother’s mercy.
As the years went on, Aegon built up his repute as a commander, earning his position by merit as well as status. His greatest triumph came when he broke the siege trapping Lord Lannister in his own castle, then followed it by liberating Lannisport. The latter fight was a particularly close thing, for no dragons could be deployed without the risk of burning their prize to ash. Aegon was in the thickest part of the fighting, and took three wounds that put him at the Stranger’s door. Aegon could not move, much less continue fighting, and so he was sent back to Dragonstone for his long recovery.
At Dragonstone Aegon was tended to by a trio of maesters, but the person who most helped his recovery was an old man named Wyman. Wyman had once been a septon, though he had put aside that calling on fear of persecution and death. Wyman’s preferred remedy was stretching ones’ legs in the fresh air, and over their restorative walks they spoke at length on life and death, privilege and duty, and the Gods.
On one walk, with Aegon almost fully recovered, the pair wandered farther than ever before. With an ear-shattering roar, a dragon touched down before them – an enormous, ugly beast, one of the so-called “wild” dragons of Dragonstone. Wyman made his peace with the Gods, but the dragon bowed its snout before Aegon. And so the dragonless Prince, who had long ago lost hope of flying through the sky, had at long last found his dragon.
Aegon returned to the war immediately, now on the back of his dragon. He used it in novel ways, surveying the battlefield from an aerial view, then dropping colored banners and alchemical smoke to direct the troops from his vantage point. Understanding his dragon is an ongoing progress, but none can deny he has made great strides in the art of dragonriding in a very short time.
Status: King of Westeros.
Age: 22 (b. 58 AC)
Dragon: Glutton
Weapon: Penance, an axe of Valyrian Steel.
Skills:
Master Dragon Handling
Expert Land Battle
Noteworthy Axe
Apprentice Naval Battle
Apprentice Athletics
Novice+ Political Intrigue
Novice Brawling
Beginner Religion (the Seven)
Beginner Fortifications
Appearance: Aegon is a broad shouldered, stocky young man with large, calloused hands. He is handsome enough, but he lacks the otherworldly beauty of his family. His shortly cut hair is more blonde than silver-gold, his eyes a deep blue. Though still young, his body bears its fair share of scars from his campaigns.
In battle, Aegon wears an impressive suit of red plate armor, but his less formal dress is unostentatious. Of late he has taken to wearing an iron seven-pointed star on a leather cord around his neck, tucked underneath his clothes.
Personality: Some Targaryens are taken by flashes of brilliance and insight, but Aegon is not one of them. He is deliberate, methodical, and as a child some of the court wondered whether he might be a little slow. He approaches every problem with the same practical, workmanlike attitude. He is a solid, authorative presence on a battlefield – perhaps not so risky and daring as some, but it is an approach that pays off. Aegon Targaryen very rarely loses.
Aegon is also a Prince with a conscience. He dislikes playing the game of thrones, but views it as an unfortunate necessity. He does his best to live his life with honor, to protect the weak, uphold his values, and do his duty to his father and mother.
Years of war on the ground have disillusioned him to his father’s great cause, and he now believes the crown should seek reconciliation with the Faith of the Seven. He has quietly converted to that religion himself, and while the Faith Militant is still his lifelong enemy, he has offered his protection to a core of milder septons and holy men who shelter at his court at Dragonstone, much to his father’s irritation.
Background: Named for the Conqueror himself, high expectations were placed on the Prince of Dragonstone from his birth. Like every crown prince before him, a dragon egg was placed in young Aegon’s cradle, and as he grew older he carried it with him constantly. It hatched when Aegon was five years old, a beautiful golden creature named Aelyrion. And yet… it was clear something was not quite right. The dragon was aloof and refused to bond with the young Prince, no matter how hard he tried.
It was a terrifically bad omen, one that gave the capital’s less worthy rumormongers plenty to gossip about. The king kept hope for his heir, and as the boy grew older he was introduced to each of the older, riderless dragons in turn. Every last one spurned Aegon.
Thus it came to be that Aegon, Prince of Dragonstone, was the first of that title to ride to battle on a horse rather than a dragon. He was thrown into his father’s war at the tender age of thirteen, squiring for Lord Arthur Arryn, considered by many to be the finest commander of his era. Aegon was not brilliant, but he was a diligent student who slowly improved his knowledge of warfare. At sixteen he earned his spurs on the battlefield, fighting off foes to protect his knight who had his leg trapped beneath his fallen horse. Due to his birth, he was given command of his own host.
It is said that the Targaryens think of themselves as more god than man, not subject to any law but their own. And why not? What but a god could soar through the clouds? What but a god could bring fire and ruination down on their foes? But the view is very different from the ground. Aegon fought on the ground, in the muck and the blood and the shit. The Andals his kin thought of as chattel were the ones that paid for Maegor’s war. And when they lay broken and dying on the field of battle, even the king’s soldiers cried out for the Mother’s mercy.
As the years went on, Aegon built up his repute as a commander, earning his position by merit as well as status. His greatest triumph came when he broke the siege trapping Lord Lannister in his own castle, then followed it by liberating Lannisport. The latter fight was a particularly close thing, for no dragons could be deployed without the risk of burning their prize to ash. Aegon was in the thickest part of the fighting, and took three wounds that put him at the Stranger’s door. Aegon could not move, much less continue fighting, and so he was sent back to Dragonstone for his long recovery.
At Dragonstone Aegon was tended to by a trio of maesters, but the person who most helped his recovery was an old man named Wyman. Wyman had once been a septon, though he had put aside that calling on fear of persecution and death. Wyman’s preferred remedy was stretching ones’ legs in the fresh air, and over their restorative walks they spoke at length on life and death, privilege and duty, and the Gods.
On one walk, with Aegon almost fully recovered, the pair wandered farther than ever before. With an ear-shattering roar, a dragon touched down before them – an enormous, ugly beast, one of the so-called “wild” dragons of Dragonstone. Wyman made his peace with the Gods, but the dragon bowed its snout before Aegon. And so the dragonless Prince, who had long ago lost hope of flying through the sky, had at long last found his dragon.
Aegon returned to the war immediately, now on the back of his dragon. He used it in novel ways, surveying the battlefield from an aerial view, then dropping colored banners and alchemical smoke to direct the troops from his vantage point. Understanding his dragon is an ongoing progress, but none can deny he has made great strides in the art of dragonriding in a very short time.
all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too