Lord Amadys Baratheon, Acolyte of the Citadel |
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Jason Done as Amadys Baratheon |
Name: | Amadys Baratheon |
Aliases: | 'Valerio Vixenbane' |
Faction: | Baratheon / Citadel |
Organization: | The Citadel |
Occupation: | Acolyte |
Rank: | Lord & Acolyte |
Age: | 18 |
Description
A lanky youth with an instantly recognisable look, the thick black locks and dark-blue eyes that immediately announce a scion of House Baratheon's male line. Amadys is dressed in acolyte's robes of grey trimmed with pale blue only when he has to be, otherwise in general preferring a series of fine black woollen tunics, and golden cloaks lined with grey miniver. A thin length of pale-gold wire keeps three Maester's links, one of copper, one of grey iron, and one of black, dangling at his throat, but much more noticeable is the gold-and-onyx stag signet ring on his right hand.
Background
Born a younger son of Boremund, the then Lord Baratheon of Storm’s End, and a second wife of House Swygert, Amadys grew up comfortable, contented and good looking in the unmistakable dark, blue-eyed Durrandon manner. This good fortune was not destined to last without setback for very long.
Sent as squire and ward at the age of seven to one of his father’s most powerful bannermen, Lord Swann of Stonehelm, the boy, charming and intelligent though he might be, proved a thorough disappointment. Though a fair rider and an archer whose promise developed under his skilful Swann masters, none could deny that Amadys was also a slovenly, craven nuisance, weak and timorous in the front line of any melee, prone to contradict his betters and, if the rest were not stain enough on his noble lineage, given to skiving any sort of martial practice in favour of consorting with wenches and even writing them poetry. Amadys returned home to Storm’s End at sixteen without showing much sign of ever deserving knighthood.
The years passed, and with them old Lord Boremund Baratheon. The new Lord, Borros, Amadys’s much older half-brother, was little more prepared to countenance the youth’s follies than Lord Swann had been. For a year’s length Amadys clung on to an uneasy residence under his brother’s roof, only to be utterly disgraced, when rumour and a certain amount of circumstantial evidence implicated him in a flirtation with his brother’s wife, Lady Baratheon. Only courtly tokens, favours, speeches and verses had been exchanged, but this was enough for Amadys to be presented with a simple choice – head for the Citadel and begin training as a Maester, or lose his manhood there and then.
Amadys unsurprisingly opted for the former, and after a long and tiresome journey, he soon found the Oldtown air and the life of an Acolyte more than pleasant; though, on the other hand, it was clear he made hardly more suitable a Maester than a knight in training. He tended to shirk his new studies quite as much as his old, but he did make certain useful friendships among the Hightowers, which rendered fine commercial rewards to House Baratheon. Lord Borros began to relent – but still had no desire to receive Amadys back at Storm’s End. The word came from his lord brother at last – Amadys could find and wed a lady of fortune, or win his Maester’s chain, it mattered not. It seems to matter least of all to Amadys himself, and to this day he continues on his merry path, in half-hearted search for an heiress, or links to his chain, but much more day-to-day pursuit of revelry and conversation.

Quirks
Averse to Decision - Amadys likes to have it all possible ways, rather than commit himself to any particular, probably arduous and serious path. He is not so much indecisive as decisive in his preference for indecision.
Spare Not Heir - A younger half-brother who was never very likely to inherit Storm's End or anything else, Amadys is used to an irresponsible and carefree existence. If he feels any ambition or resentment about his lot in life, he hides it well.
Sybarite - Amadys Baratheon is almost entirely dedicated to having as good a time as possible as much of the time as possible, in terms of feasting, drinking, wenching and good cheer. He hasn't taken any vows yet and intends to make the best of life while this remains the case…
Thoughtless Flirt - An extremely decorative looking youth with the handsome Baratheon look in a slender, lissom shape, Amadys will typically aim to charm anyone and anything, with no thought for any consequences.
IC Events
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Relationships
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Borros Baratheon My brother, the Lord of Storm's End - Born of my father Lord Boremund's earlier, grander marriage among House Arryn, my lord brother is older, burlier, and, he insists, wiser - although, I might add, he cannot read or write. As he is the sole source of my comfortable income, I must appease him, but I know he is offended by my very existence - especially as his Caron wife has borne him only daughters… |
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Ulyka A meddling termagant - The younger bear-maid attacked me. It was distinctly painful and undignified. |
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Wulfred A bibulous eccentric - Good for a gossip, whatever the murky chicaneries of his base trade may be. |
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Garvin Lord Pansy - The young and…untried…Tyrell, his menagerie of bestial retainers and servile beasts, and his ready, free-flowing purse are all welcome additions to the gaiety of life in Oldtown. |
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Daevon The Maidens' Knight - For all his fame, Ser Daevon appears to be that rare thing - an acutely modest Targaryen. |