HIGHBORN, naerys targaryen

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]Forced smiles. Chaffing obedience. That's the best way to sum up Naerys. The second child of the disgraced Targaryen branch family, he's still expected to pull his weight and try to redeem the name. The boy misses out on the power and prestige the blood of old Valyria brings, but even so at times he envies the lowborn dregs of Westeros. They are freer than they know.
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Tucking away his lamentations, he plays the part of a dutiful son well enough. Like many males, especially those who still cling to boyish ideology, Naerys intends to become a warrior of skill and fight for his family. As a member of Duncan's tainted brood, he knows he isn't as important as the main Targaryens. They see him as lesser in some cases, but he tries not to let it get to him.
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While he puts on a brave face, while he does hear war drums in his the beat of his heart, there's a gentle side to young Naerys, perhaps fostered by his mother. When he was younger he was very affectionate to all around him, but scolding from his father taught quickly that he best not be looking too soft. This can cause the youth to seem distant at times.
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In these moments of silence one can catch a pained look in his eyes. He wishes to provide comfort, or to receive it, but comfort is not the way of the warrior. It is not the way of combat, nor is afforded to 'lesser' Targaryens. Naerys is young however and perhaps will find his footing along the path that has been set before him in time. After all, as a highborn there is little in life he can choose for himself.
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He can only endure.

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]''Every night, and every morn,[break]
Some to misery are born.
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Every morn, and every night,[break]
Some are born to sweet delight.
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Some are born to endless night,[break]
Some are born to endless night...''
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Naerys has always had a love for reading. It started as trying to understand his family history, but spilled over to stories and poetry both. Even these days he's not above reading a treatise to pick up some swordsmanship rather than purely tactile methods. The boy has always been fueled by a strong curiosity, even from the time that he could crawl. Much of his exploration was stifled however.
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Being the secondborn, his parents were better prepared for a child's antics. As a very small thing and a Targaryen offspring, he always had the shadow of someone hovering over him, rather it be his family or some other well respected person. The dance of proper etiquette was ingrained into the lordling like it had been for many others before. Westeros was a world of rules, regardless of highborn or low. Naerys just wanted to soar like a dragon, fly away from even the beautiful Summerhall.
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He still got into mischief whenever he could, proving a clever child if he found a goal worth the challenge. His lust for knowledge sometimes meant poking something, though his father often had to poke him back. Punishment didn't stunt him completely however. Unlike most Targaryen, unlike most highborn boys, Naerys can cook a meal, or mend a tear in his clothing.
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As he grew, he was made to choose more noble skills however. It wasn't entirely as a collar clasped around his neck. Almost any young thing with a cock had day dreams about being a storied fighter, a brave soldier, a feared warrior. At the age of eight, Naerys' instruction began. At first it was just the master-at-arms, then tutors, but such things followed a natural progression.
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On his tenth nameday he was gifted a finely made sword, and a man came to teach him to use it, the Lord Baratheon no less. As a squire, the young Targaryen got to travel a little more often, and without the rest of his family at that. At first, the prospect was a little daunting, but he came to love his time on the road with, or under the sword of Arkas.
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A Targaryen draws stares when out among the wilds of Westeros however. Naerys learned the hard way that his name doesn't always command respect the lowborn just like some of his fellow lords. While a rare occurrence, at times the foolhardy or the desperate will attempt to steal the young lord away for ransom, but under the watchful gaze of his master, he always keeps his freedom.
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Arkas had married a dragon lady, and not one of the forsaken, as he could be considered. While a stern man, Naerys has enjoyed his tutelage at Storm's End or King's Landing. The Lord Baratheon's children share his same Valyrian features. He's never been bitter that they have never been cursed as 'half-dragons,' or 'tainted blood.' And thankfully Lady Baratheon has never treated him as such.
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He prays the rest of his family find such accepting allies.

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]FIRE IMMUNITY
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Rather through the right balance of his genes or some inconceivable blessing from a divine being, Naerys is completely resistant to immolation from a plethora of sources. This power, if it can be called such, is unknown to the boy, as he has fortunately not stumbled into a full on fire at any point in his life.
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DRAGON DREAMS
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Suffering from sleep paralysis, the intense noises and paralyzing fear Naerys fails at describing in a groggy stammer is often mistaken by the ignorant to be the fabled dragon dreams. However, this is just a typical disorder. Kept a secret among minders within the Baratheons and the Targaryens of Summerhall, no one has bothered to look into it enough to correctly diagnose it. As a side effect, Naerys can be a bit of an insomniac.
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''LITTLE DRAGON''
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While it isn't valyrian steel, Little Dragon represents one of the very best blades that money can buy. The best part is he didn't even have to buy it. This sword was gifted to him on his twelfth nameday, a prize for an energetic youth. A hand-and-a-half-sword, it is finely balanced for use in either one hand or two, and is well maintained by the young master. Along with its gilded sheath, the luster of its hilt is emblazoned with the standard of House Targaryen.

[attr="class","bioline"]thirteen

[attr="class","bioline"]male

[attr="class","bioline"]homosexual

[attr="class","bioline"]5' 1"

[attr="class","bioline"]117 lbs

[attr="class","bioline"]highborn

[attr="class","bioline"]MIRAI NIKKI, akise aru

[attr="class","bioline"]sovetskii soryuz

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