Post by AEMON TARGARYEN on Aug 28, 2017 19:19:14 GMT
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[attr="class","largeleft"] [attr="class","largehover"] [attr="class","uglyhoverinside"] [attr="class","bioheader"]personality. [attr="class,"bioentry"]Aemon knows not who he truly is, a life bereft of soul, dwelling the shadow of a shadow's shadow. The will of Duncan before him was all that he every held dear, to reclaim their line's lost Targaryen grace, their muddled blood there to strike the man down at every turn and gaze. Indeed little was left for introspection and want. [break] [break] The half-dragon became something mere as a vessel to further that single family goal, regimented, strict, and unwavering. No amount of phlegm in the spit of his Targaryen masters could sway that nature. And even so, it was something that continuously corroded away until little was left. [break] [break] Aemon no longer holds some great inane pride for one half of his blood, no longer is a man cold to the touch. Rather to meet he is to be welcomed 'fore a warm hearth and home. Difficult to anger, the lord is marked by a sense of soft-spoken tranquility, a trait anathema to his inner-struggles. Even-so the man can ever be swift and fierce when necessary, displaying the true dragon-fire of Targaryens within. [break] [break] Further, one find surprise to see that Aemon, though a lord and Targaryen even, he holds a certain humility that may put a cloistered monk to shame, likely built from the beration of highborns. Compounding such, wisdom nary eludes the man, oft' granting advice through experience and the use of old adages, just as Duncan had done for he. [break] [break] Perfectionism is something to be expected through such an upbringing, to be the very greatest at his studies, in his diplomacy, in swordplay ad nauseam. Still, Aemon pursues such crafts with diligence even now, retaining prowess in all that Duncan set him upon. With that, the man deems it fit to hold high expectations of all those around him, as if they too hold the same virtues clear. [break] [break] Beyond all of this, the elder half-dragon has truly come to realize the importance of his little youths, no longer are they but the means to restoring the lords of Summerhall to glory, no, their futures are their own, to shape and take part in the great play of Westeros. As a father, his duty is to see them flourish and grow, not to shape them, not to force their hand. And yet still, with all this known, how much is Aemon, and how much is hollow mask placed upon him at youth? Who is he truly? [attr="class","bioheader"]history. [attr="class,"bioentry"]What lurks in store for the first and only son of blackened ichor? What lot does such a being have in life? In death? 'Tis all but ash where once flames licked a dangerous game. And so it was indeed, the child of Duncan, of a doomed bloodline, forced upon he a certain role that many could anguish and both strive form simultaneously. Bastardized in practicality, all for a father's play at not inbreeding a house further, irony. [break] [break] Yet play the part with some pride did he, even as boy, unaware of the unvenerable husk he'd become in swift. The burdens of their branch and further that of the great House Targaryen lay firm and crushing upon the shoulders of a young Aemon, to which quashed all but the very basest form of individuality. While indeed some may say that his father was far too. . . Lowly for his blood, the man himself despite his own unusual marriage, desired every bit for Aemon to take the reigns and reclaim what he had lost. [break] [break] Molded and groomed as the perfect heir to reclaim a lost dynasty in way. Yet the branch is already muddied, their name dragged through the dirt for so simple a gesture. Nevertheless, half-a-dragon, Aemon was made to be the Targaryen that Duncan seemed not, or perhaps it was the boy himself whom wished to find their way back upon the known path. Or perhaps 'twas the struggle of being a psuedo-bastard that drove his father to do what he found best for the child. Regimentation, study, courted in the ways of diplomacy, and so on, so forth. . . There was no time to find himself, when yet more could be learned of his lineage. [break] [break] Even unto the very death throes, Duncan made doubly sure that his son would be a fine, no, the perfect Targaryen. It was for Aemon's very best, it was his duty was it not. . ? [break] [break] As a man, what was Aemon? A downtrodden heir who upheld the House that spat upon he and his. Where intent could not satisfy the highborns, turned he to study. Where knowledge could not sate their malice, turned he to martial prowess. Where strength could not quell their spite, he turned to family. To build his own lineage and to find a better path for Targaryen's of his own dirtied line. [break] [break] The first conquest of which was to make attempts at purifying and strengthening the genes, married he a woman of Velaryon blood, fostered little love or cohesion at the very onset, as are many relations of those doomed to be highborn. Even so, a new soul came into the Duncan branch in swift, a girl, as unfortunate as that may be. Taeil Targaryen, a pretty name for a pretty young thing, yet it was not long before her nature showed that it did not quite match. [break] [break] Where first she was a source of pride, full-blooded features and a blooming use of speechcraft, soon however she became difficult. Practically cursed with the same lack of duty, a lack of understanding her place in the world, as Duncan. Words and responsibilities, punishments and restriction, none of it could ere her innate strongheadedness. The half-dragon had all but given up on forging her, lucky for Aemon then, that a more in-tune heir, a son even, was born to him. [break] [break] Of the same pure Targaryen features and far less willful as well, Naerys, a different story, and possibly exactly what he would need to right their fallen line. And so, just as his father before him, Aemon drove the boy through the very same rigors, placed the very same burdens, and had the very same expectations for his success. For some time, the futility of it all eluded a man obsessed with his deserved House. Perhaps it was until by chance, the half-dragon coughs a true glimpse of Naerys' eyes in the dead of night. Ruining him, he was ruining him, no different than all the soul Duncan had siphoned from a young Aemon. [break] [break] Some struggle formed then, every moment of the man's life was spent to re-grace their position in a House that nary desired it. A lineage that all but extolled their branch. So was it truly something that he, he, desired? Or rather a singular damning focus that drew all life away by Duncan's hand? Every thought and want conflicted in the man's head, most of which supplanted from a young age, leaving little of 'Aegon' within. So was concluded, every being needed to find themselves, his daughter, son, himself. The will of a dying branch faded. . . [attr="class","bioheader"]inventory. [attr="class,"bioentry"]--- Naught of note. [attr="class","uglylarge"]  | [attr="class","rightside"] [attr="class","rightsideafter"] [attr="class","bioline"]48 [attr="class","bioline"]MALE [attr="class","bioline"]HETEROSEXUAL [attr="class","bioline"]6'04" [attr="class","bioline"]182 lbs [attr="class","bioline"]HIGHBORN [attr="class","bioline"]NOBLESSE, GEJUTEL K. LANDEGRE [attr="class","bioline"]GALE [attr="class","rightsidebefore"] [attr="class","bioname"]AEMON TARGARYEN [attr="class","biolyrics"] baby i got love for you so deep inside of me I don't know where to start I love you more than anything but the words cant even touch what's in my heart [attr="class","bioicon"]  |
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