HIGHBORN, rhaenor targaryen

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]In a family of fiery tempers and high ambitions, Rhaenor has always been out of place. Unemotional. Aloof at first glance, yet good at playing the sympathetic ear. He keeps to himself, preferring to observe rather than participate in social engagements. To approach him, one would find him an affable though impersonal conversationalist. Direct, many times critical, but well versed in courtesy, with a quiet humor and a seemingly endless fuse. He can come across as a pushover, when really it just saves a lot more time to pretend to concede before going right on to doing whatever he pleases.
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Beneath the affable demeanor lies pure calculation. He stockpiles everything, analyzes everything he sees. Thus far he's avoided being an active player in the game of thrones and lacks the ambition to want the onus of leadership, but he's a skilled reader of people and politically aware. Not to mention he doesn't place much stock in scruples unless they serve a practical use, and beyond public appearance, he's not convinced they do. The end defines the means as far as he's concerned. His is a clinical approach, superseded only by a sense of obligation to his direct family.

[attr="class","bioheader"]history.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]The first born son of crown princess Alysanne, Rhaenor had always found himself in an awkward place when it came to familial obligations. Too far down the line of succession to merit being meticulously groomed for leadership, yet not so far as to completely escape the crown's shadow, a shadow which only lengthened under his mothers close involvement with king and crown. And so, it was common consensus that the boy ought to be preparing for something. What, no one was sure, but it whatever "it" was, Rhaenor didn't quite fit the mold. He had no especial desire for political power, no dreams of martial greatness, and his undefined future was of little personal concern.
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Even so, he was a dutiful son. Always a scholarly type, he submitted readily to the prescribed lesson plans and training that they claimed he needed as a future whatever. He was bright, brilliant even, and absorbed it all with ease, if not indifference. Not that he was incurious. Quite the opposite. It was hardly his fault that the royal tutors were so pedantic with their methods, so fixated on the most mundane topics and easily satisfied with rote memorization—doubtless they'd grown bored of having done the same thing so many times for the extensive Targaryen brood. For them, Rhaenor merely went through the motions. It was from his own hands-on pursuits that he learned the most, those that he would pursue with a focus verging on obsession.
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Over the years, his room became increasingly a personal lab, filled with growing piles of sketches, notes, models and specimens, hoarded scrolls . By his 12th name day, servants and parents alike had largely given up on entering his room, tired of tripping over the mess, and Rhaenor likewise tired of his stuff being tripped over. He was intent on dissecting the world and its denizens, to take them and apart and discover made them work. Spare moments were dedicated to multitude of pet projects, experiments, and escapades in secret corners of castle lest someone disturb him or freak out over the occasional dead animal that got involved. He had the mind of a halfmad maester, but unlike a maester, his proclivities extended beyond the realm of what was natural. Magic fascinated him, despite others' skepticism. For a time he even dabbled with the much derided Alchemists' Guild. By his midteens, It seemed only natural that he tour Essos under the pretense of "learning about different cultures and ways of governance" (surely a valuable asset for any future politician), but really so he could visit hotbeds of sorcery like Qarth and Asshai.
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When he was 19, he traveled to Oldtown to train at the Citadel. Knowing his familial obligations and ambiguous birthright, becoming an actual maester was out of the question. Even so, Rhaenor earned a number of links before his recent return to King's Landing, where he appeared inexplicably empty handed despite the fact. Rumor has it his departure happened under less than ideal circumstances, though he gives only vague answers when questioned.

[attr="class","bioheader"]inventory.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Intensive study of science and magic alike, along with questionable methods, have borne fruit in an ability to raise the dead—so long as the corpse is relatively fresh and in good shape. Knowing how close-minded most people would be however, he tries to keep such activities to himself. Thus far he's mainly worked with animals, those small enough to keep hidden—birds, rodents. His room is filled with a number of cages holding such mindless specimens with their bodies preserved enough that it would be hard to identify them as undead.
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Beyond those unnatural pursuits, Rhaenor is an accomplished healer and can create a variety of potions and other concoctions. He keeps a kit of different herbs, powders, and minerals on his person which he keeps stocked with stores in his room. The same ability to prepare medicines have also given him knowledge of poisons. Though chainless, he's taken it upon himself to use his maester's training to assist the grand maester with his tasks. Of course, doing so also gives him opportunity to occasionally "borrow" supplies and snoop around.

[attr="class","bioline"]21

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

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

[attr="class","bioline"]5'10

[attr="class","bioline"]165 lbs

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

[attr="class","bioline"]TOUKEN RANBOU, tsurumaru kuninaga

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

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