Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 22, 2014 16:45:27 GMT -5
Name: Nyessos Qhaedar
Status: Ambassador of the Free City of Lys
Age: 47
Weapon: Small Blades
Character Skills
Expert- Political Intrigue
Noteworthy- Fighting (Small Blades)
Noteworthy- Economics
Apprentice- Persuasion
Apprentice- High Valyrian
Novice- Espionage
Novice- Medicine
Beginner- Common Tongue
Beginner- Dragon Handling
XP Bank
20 Points from The War of The Three Dragons - None Spent.
Appearance
Nyessos’ silver hair is held up in a spiky manner by and immense quantity of grease, his valyrian cold violet eyes fit perfectly in his sneering presumptuous face. Being nor skinny nor plump, he is a fashionable man wearing nothing but the finest tailored silks and velvets.
Background
Member of an ancient Valyrian family in Lys, Nyessos grew amongst the best that gold could offer, from servants to horses; and even having everything in the palm of his hand he craved for more and more. Although long settled in Lys the Qhaedar never gave up on their cultural heritage, thus raising every child of theirs as a true Freeholder from the Old Empire. Since young, Nyessos sneered upon the idea of a Free City, especially upon those filthy runaway slaves and their hidden little Braavos. He was no fool though, he knew that if he wanted to grow, both economically and politically, in Lys he’d have to hide his true beliefs and play along their rules.
Colloquo was a fat reckless stump, and unfortunately his older brother, thus the de facto heir to the vast wealth and prestige of the Qhaedar. When his parent’s died in a travel accident, Nyessos’ would not accept such pig taking care of the family business, much less to be chosen as a possible magister, so he decided to summon some friends to help him get rid of his problems. The incompetent thugs could only promote a beating but not finish the job, and that day he learned the most valuable lesson in his life: If you want something done right, do it with your own hands. Some days later, Collo, as Nyessos dearly called his brother, fell to his death from his chamber’s balcony.
The damage was done, though. In a couple weeks as head of the family Colloquo had managed to acquire immeasurable amounts in debts. Nyessos’ dreams of being a magister had been washed down the privy. But he’d rise again, he promised himself, even if it meant for him to fuck a magister… in fact, that’s what de he did. The last Qhaedar was broke, but he still had some prestige; invited to a feast in the Manor of the Votar family he met the young and promising Armydon Votar, the most probable next Votar Magister, considering his father’s frail health. Since young the Qhaedar boy had never shown any sexual interest, but he knew that the thing inside his pants could be much more useful. In the next census, when Armydon was made Magister, Nyessos’ came with him as his most trusted advisor and paramour. Needless to say, his abilities in politics impressed the whole Magister Council and he was chosen to lead the Lysene Diplomatic Body. After it, Votar, who was a mere pawn, mysteriously committed suicide.
When Nyessos heard the first news about the coming of the Burned Rider, his eyes filled with tears of joy, finally his dreams of a restructured Valyrian Empire could come to life. To put the cherry on top of the lemon pie, the fools of the council even chose him to advocate for Lys in the Free City summit against the Dragonriding threat. Nyessos couldn’t even believe it, how things had aligned perfectly for him… That night he spent laughing.
Personality
Ruthless. Asexual. Ambitious. Manipulative.
Status: Ambassador of the Free City of Lys
Age: 47
Weapon: Small Blades
Character Skills
Expert- Political Intrigue
Noteworthy- Fighting (Small Blades)
Noteworthy- Economics
Apprentice- Persuasion
Apprentice- High Valyrian
Novice- Espionage
Novice- Medicine
Beginner- Common Tongue
Beginner- Dragon Handling
XP Bank
20 Points from The War of The Three Dragons - None Spent.
Appearance
Nyessos’ silver hair is held up in a spiky manner by and immense quantity of grease, his valyrian cold violet eyes fit perfectly in his sneering presumptuous face. Being nor skinny nor plump, he is a fashionable man wearing nothing but the finest tailored silks and velvets.
Background
Member of an ancient Valyrian family in Lys, Nyessos grew amongst the best that gold could offer, from servants to horses; and even having everything in the palm of his hand he craved for more and more. Although long settled in Lys the Qhaedar never gave up on their cultural heritage, thus raising every child of theirs as a true Freeholder from the Old Empire. Since young, Nyessos sneered upon the idea of a Free City, especially upon those filthy runaway slaves and their hidden little Braavos. He was no fool though, he knew that if he wanted to grow, both economically and politically, in Lys he’d have to hide his true beliefs and play along their rules.
Colloquo was a fat reckless stump, and unfortunately his older brother, thus the de facto heir to the vast wealth and prestige of the Qhaedar. When his parent’s died in a travel accident, Nyessos’ would not accept such pig taking care of the family business, much less to be chosen as a possible magister, so he decided to summon some friends to help him get rid of his problems. The incompetent thugs could only promote a beating but not finish the job, and that day he learned the most valuable lesson in his life: If you want something done right, do it with your own hands. Some days later, Collo, as Nyessos dearly called his brother, fell to his death from his chamber’s balcony.
The damage was done, though. In a couple weeks as head of the family Colloquo had managed to acquire immeasurable amounts in debts. Nyessos’ dreams of being a magister had been washed down the privy. But he’d rise again, he promised himself, even if it meant for him to fuck a magister… in fact, that’s what de he did. The last Qhaedar was broke, but he still had some prestige; invited to a feast in the Manor of the Votar family he met the young and promising Armydon Votar, the most probable next Votar Magister, considering his father’s frail health. Since young the Qhaedar boy had never shown any sexual interest, but he knew that the thing inside his pants could be much more useful. In the next census, when Armydon was made Magister, Nyessos’ came with him as his most trusted advisor and paramour. Needless to say, his abilities in politics impressed the whole Magister Council and he was chosen to lead the Lysene Diplomatic Body. After it, Votar, who was a mere pawn, mysteriously committed suicide.
When Nyessos heard the first news about the coming of the Burned Rider, his eyes filled with tears of joy, finally his dreams of a restructured Valyrian Empire could come to life. To put the cherry on top of the lemon pie, the fools of the council even chose him to advocate for Lys in the Free City summit against the Dragonriding threat. Nyessos couldn’t even believe it, how things had aligned perfectly for him… That night he spent laughing.
Personality
Ruthless. Asexual. Ambitious. Manipulative.
all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too