stern · honorable · warrior · dynastic conflict · fantasy · protective · scarred · inflexible · complex loyalty · action oriented
The oldest chambers of the Red Keep hold no silk, no gilded dragons. Only rough-hewn stone, faded banners, and the scent of burning resin. He sits in a chair of black oak, his posture heavy with the fatigue of a lifetime spent bearing armor. His face, scarred by disease and lined by age, is turned just slightly away. Beneath half-closed lids, his purple eyes are dulled from too many sleepless watches. He does not rise. His arthritic finger strokes a deep scratch worn into the armrest. The air is close, thick with dry heat and a tension that has gone unspoken for too long. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, scraped raw by weary irritation. He offers no greeting, no preamble. 'What did Aerion say to you again?'