Post by Prince Orys Targaryen on Jun 2, 2014 19:26:01 GMT -5
Name: Prince Orys Targaryen
Status: Grand Pyromancer, Prince, Master of Flames
Age:48
Dragon: None
Weapon: Longsword
Character Skills:
-Expert Pyromancy
-Noteworthy Longblade
-Noteworthy Dragon Handling
-Apprentice Political Intrigue
-Apprentice Poisons
-Novice Stewardship
-Novice Higher Mysteries
-Beginner Charm
-Beginner Intimidation
Appearance: Orys Targaryen has a very regal look to him, befitting his heritage. He always wears red robes of the finest quality, and is immaculately groomed. His robes do much to conceal the fact that he remains in excellent fighting shape. He wears a simple circlet befitting his royal birth.
There is a strange heat that surrounds and follows him. Rarely do people feel comfortable near him, especially in armor. At times, his eyes shine in a very unnatural fashion. In short, he is very hard to interact with.
Those who know him well swear he hasn't aged in decades. His features are as tight and unblemished as when he entered the Guild. He insists it is thanks to his abilities as an Alchemist that he has managed to "stoke the flames of life that burn out in ordinary men." Noone is really sure what the hell that means.
Personality: Orys Targaryen is not your friend. He, for lack of a better word, comes off as a bit of a dick. He is cold, brusque, and has little concern for your or your proud lineage. He finds your many titles irritating and your preening curtsies nauseating. When you smile, he frowns. When you show frustration, he shows joy. Orys Targaryen is not your friend.
Beneath the haughty air is an even haughtier man who prides himself on his self-control. For a man who's profession is calculated destruction, Orys is a firm believer in long-term planning and the patience it requires. He rarely curses, never forgets to tip his favorite whores, and never forgets a promise.
Among his family, he is very much an outsider, though he spends the most time in the capital of his kin. He never comes to tourneys, rarely to weddings, and absolutely despises going to court. He has been forcibly pulled away at least four times while examining the alchemical properties of the Iron Throne itself. At least one guard was boiled in his effort during the last attempt. He has the awkward position of being one of the most physically intimdating people in any room, but one of the least significant nobles in any region. This makes it very difficult for others to find an appropriate place for any gathering he might ever actually choose to attend, which only makes him more irritable.
Still, he is rather close with his family. Every family has their strange cousin, and the Targaryens are no different. He still keeps quarters in the Red Keep and though expressly forbidden from doing what it is he actually does on the premises, he's still regularly seen terrifying guards and nobles while performing tricks for the children.
Background: Orys Targaryen, unsurprisingly, was born in the Red Keep. His parents were kind to him, praising his independant nature, a good trait in a throwaway prince. Maegor regularly doted on him, though it became clear throygh the years that Orys was not a normal child. He often found delight in burning his toys, and sometimes those of his playmates. What's more, he could never stay still when he knew there was a dragon on the premises. Even as a teenager, when most Targaryens had treated the beasts as a fact of life, Orys was downright obsessive. After the second time he attempted to sneak up Dragonstone, it was agreed he would have to find a different way in which to serve the family.
The Citadel seemed the logical choice, and even the Night's Watch was considered, but Orys eventually settled on the Alchemist's Guild, within easy reach of the Iron Throne. Unsurprisingly for a pyromaniac blessed with a magical lineage, the young man prospered there. His temperament mellowed, he became productive and respectful, and he seemed to have lost his suicidal need to play with the first dragon he sees.
At some point, noone's sure when, Orys's hair changed from pale blond to stark black overnight. The most popular story is Orys was somehow inducted into the Faceless Men. Orys himself claims he changed his features through alchemy, in mourning for the passing of the Black Dread. Other Wisdoms will tell you they caught Orys trying to turn himself into a dragon. The stories change with the telling.
Today, Orys is the head of the Alchemist's guild, and is certainly their most infamous member. His ability to produce wildfire alone makes him a very important commodity to the Targaryen dynasty. In addition, he has also become heavily involved in the community of King's Landing, (which he rarely leaves) and has brokered what resources and abilities he has into a controlling interest in local properties, such as the docks, merchants, and other businesses heavily involved in the distribution of items ans substances produced by the guild.
After a few decades, his business savvy and domineering ways paid off, turning what had once been a small collection of eccentric researchers and mystcs into a thriving industry. In a land where winter lasts lifetimes, warmth was an extremely commodity. As the money came rolling in, the guild became a true institute, not unlike the Citadel or the Iron Bank. But instead of knowledge or coin, it bartered in survival. When winter comes next, what will you offer to keep your servants, your soldiers, your family warm?
A few years after Queen Rhaena I took the throne, she found some need to place him on the throne. Orys himself is unsure what the 'Master of Flames' does nor does he really care. He just likes watching powerful people squirm when they have to sit next to him.
Goals: -Rediscover the ability to forge Valyrian steel.
-tame a dragon. (Like everyone else on the planet)
-Immortality (As opposed to agelessness, which he has,)
-Get a seat on the Small Council
-Create life (Not temporary constructions like shadow and fire creatures. Think dragons or wights or Frankenstein's monster or what have you.)
-Make a fortune off of transmuted gold (This will take forever, realistically.)
-Expand the Alchemist's guild.
-Predict the future. (Orys is either unequipped to understand any visions he actually recieves, or he just doesn't have that gift. He would say he does have it, but doesn't feel the need to share them.)
Pyromancy Abilities: (Listed from easiest to hardest.)
-Create Wildfire
-Generate heat
-Transmute metal (Not VS, as those spells are lost)
-Alter biological processes (Aging, disease, features)
-Summon fire in short burst (Think a burning sword a la Thors or even a small fireball... Orys is notorious for performing this trick on the interior organs of unlucky offenders.)
-Manipulate fire (Tendrils, fire shield, actual sword of fire)
-Summon a living creature of flame (Similar to shadowbabies. They're created after a lot of effort, they do their job, then turn back to nothingness.)
Status: Grand Pyromancer, Prince, Master of Flames
Age:48
Dragon: None
Weapon: Longsword
Character Skills:
-Expert Pyromancy
-Noteworthy Longblade
-Noteworthy Dragon Handling
-Apprentice Political Intrigue
-Apprentice Poisons
-Novice Stewardship
-Novice Higher Mysteries
-Beginner Charm
-Beginner Intimidation
Appearance: Orys Targaryen has a very regal look to him, befitting his heritage. He always wears red robes of the finest quality, and is immaculately groomed. His robes do much to conceal the fact that he remains in excellent fighting shape. He wears a simple circlet befitting his royal birth.
There is a strange heat that surrounds and follows him. Rarely do people feel comfortable near him, especially in armor. At times, his eyes shine in a very unnatural fashion. In short, he is very hard to interact with.
Those who know him well swear he hasn't aged in decades. His features are as tight and unblemished as when he entered the Guild. He insists it is thanks to his abilities as an Alchemist that he has managed to "stoke the flames of life that burn out in ordinary men." Noone is really sure what the hell that means.
Personality: Orys Targaryen is not your friend. He, for lack of a better word, comes off as a bit of a dick. He is cold, brusque, and has little concern for your or your proud lineage. He finds your many titles irritating and your preening curtsies nauseating. When you smile, he frowns. When you show frustration, he shows joy. Orys Targaryen is not your friend.
Beneath the haughty air is an even haughtier man who prides himself on his self-control. For a man who's profession is calculated destruction, Orys is a firm believer in long-term planning and the patience it requires. He rarely curses, never forgets to tip his favorite whores, and never forgets a promise.
Among his family, he is very much an outsider, though he spends the most time in the capital of his kin. He never comes to tourneys, rarely to weddings, and absolutely despises going to court. He has been forcibly pulled away at least four times while examining the alchemical properties of the Iron Throne itself. At least one guard was boiled in his effort during the last attempt. He has the awkward position of being one of the most physically intimdating people in any room, but one of the least significant nobles in any region. This makes it very difficult for others to find an appropriate place for any gathering he might ever actually choose to attend, which only makes him more irritable.
Still, he is rather close with his family. Every family has their strange cousin, and the Targaryens are no different. He still keeps quarters in the Red Keep and though expressly forbidden from doing what it is he actually does on the premises, he's still regularly seen terrifying guards and nobles while performing tricks for the children.
Background: Orys Targaryen, unsurprisingly, was born in the Red Keep. His parents were kind to him, praising his independant nature, a good trait in a throwaway prince. Maegor regularly doted on him, though it became clear throygh the years that Orys was not a normal child. He often found delight in burning his toys, and sometimes those of his playmates. What's more, he could never stay still when he knew there was a dragon on the premises. Even as a teenager, when most Targaryens had treated the beasts as a fact of life, Orys was downright obsessive. After the second time he attempted to sneak up Dragonstone, it was agreed he would have to find a different way in which to serve the family.
The Citadel seemed the logical choice, and even the Night's Watch was considered, but Orys eventually settled on the Alchemist's Guild, within easy reach of the Iron Throne. Unsurprisingly for a pyromaniac blessed with a magical lineage, the young man prospered there. His temperament mellowed, he became productive and respectful, and he seemed to have lost his suicidal need to play with the first dragon he sees.
At some point, noone's sure when, Orys's hair changed from pale blond to stark black overnight. The most popular story is Orys was somehow inducted into the Faceless Men. Orys himself claims he changed his features through alchemy, in mourning for the passing of the Black Dread. Other Wisdoms will tell you they caught Orys trying to turn himself into a dragon. The stories change with the telling.
Today, Orys is the head of the Alchemist's guild, and is certainly their most infamous member. His ability to produce wildfire alone makes him a very important commodity to the Targaryen dynasty. In addition, he has also become heavily involved in the community of King's Landing, (which he rarely leaves) and has brokered what resources and abilities he has into a controlling interest in local properties, such as the docks, merchants, and other businesses heavily involved in the distribution of items ans substances produced by the guild.
After a few decades, his business savvy and domineering ways paid off, turning what had once been a small collection of eccentric researchers and mystcs into a thriving industry. In a land where winter lasts lifetimes, warmth was an extremely commodity. As the money came rolling in, the guild became a true institute, not unlike the Citadel or the Iron Bank. But instead of knowledge or coin, it bartered in survival. When winter comes next, what will you offer to keep your servants, your soldiers, your family warm?
A few years after Queen Rhaena I took the throne, she found some need to place him on the throne. Orys himself is unsure what the 'Master of Flames' does nor does he really care. He just likes watching powerful people squirm when they have to sit next to him.
Goals: -Rediscover the ability to forge Valyrian steel.
-tame a dragon. (Like everyone else on the planet)
-Immortality (As opposed to agelessness, which he has,)
-Create life (Not temporary constructions like shadow and fire creatures. Think dragons or wights or Frankenstein's monster or what have you.)
-Predict the future. (Orys is either unequipped to understand any visions he actually recieves, or he just doesn't have that gift. He would say he does have it, but doesn't feel the need to share them.)
Pyromancy Abilities: (Listed from easiest to hardest.)
-Create Wildfire
-Generate heat
-Transmute metal (Not VS, as those spells are lost)
-Alter biological processes (Aging, disease, features)
-Summon fire in short burst (Think a burning sword a la Thors or even a small fireball... Orys is notorious for performing this trick on the interior organs of unlucky offenders.)
-Manipulate fire (Tendrils, fire shield, actual sword of fire)
-Summon a living creature of flame (Similar to shadowbabies. They're created after a lot of effort, they do their job, then turn back to nothingness.)
all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too