Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 17:30:28 GMT
Name: Baelinere Saighan
Age: Early 30s
Nationality: Cairhienin
Place of Birth: Colchaine
Place of Residence: The Sun Palace
Affiliation: Nobility
Rank/Title: Heir to the Sun Throne
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 | Hand-Held: 5 | Stave: * | Thrown: * | Ranged: 3 | Mounted: 2
Weight: Average
Build/Complexion: Lithe/Pale
Eye/Hair Color: Light Brown/Dark Brown
Distinguishing Features:
Tends to be soft-spoken, and thinks before acting. This is, partially, due to his kind nature, and also having Daes Dae'mar bred into him. It is agreed that he will make a fine player, with boldness tempered by rationality. He is a student of history, his favorite subject with tutors as a child, and has begun to amass a rather solid collection of artifacts that he hopes to turn into a public display. Baelin is known to take off at various points in search of rumors of some item or another, often traveling completely incognito and without a guard, to the ire of his family.
Politics in Cairhien are like unto the old provincial's proverb about the weather - if you don't like it, just wait a while and it'll change. So were the fortunes of House Saighan, falling and rising again and claiming the Sun Throne within a century's time - both an eternity and a wink of an eye in Cairhienin politics.
Baelinere was born into this Great House, on the old family estates in Colchaine, where his mother had summered to be away from the hustle of the Palace while in labor. He spent time there as a young lad, alternating between them and the Sun Palace, learning letters and laws from his tutors, and the operation of a manorial household and the duties of the nobility from Saighan's stewards.
He did not know his grandfather, King Lawcion, very well. The man died when Baelin was a child, but had been distant in life. Upon his grandfather's death, though, his father became King and Baelin was named Prince and Heir, first in line of succession for the Sun Throne. It would, naturally, be the dominant factor in his young life going forward.
Lord Baelinere, Prince Baelinere, still found more comfort in being 'Baelin' than anything else. He took his studies seriously, both with books and with the sword, as a proper noble should. 'A dull mind is worse than a dull blade...and twice as dangerous', his fencing instructor, a grey-haired Tairen named only Tomos, would often say. Swords and armies are obviously fascinating to any young boy, but Baelin found just as much fulfillment in the politics and histories behind the battles.
Baelin was in his early teens when his mother took him aside one day and showed him a pitcher, not unlike any that would be found on the dinner table of any other noble family. The pitcher itself was thin, nearly-translucent blue porcelain, glazed with dozens of small flowers. It was of Sea Folk make, she explained, and had been a family heirloom for centuries. The legend was that it sat on the table the night the fateful dinner gathering the night disloyal Tovan nobility was summarily executed and the nation of Cairhien was born. He didn't know if that was true or not, but the story awoke something within the young man...a burning need to feel a connection to the past. Thankfully, being born noble meant that he had the two things most important to collecting - time, and money.
Collecting turned into a penchant for disappearing from the City for weeks at a time, with Baelin and a few of his close companions off chasing after some rumor of a relic or another. His family was naturally bemused at both the danger inherent in running off, and at the behavior itself. It wasn't that he didn't want the throne, it was more just...he really, really hoped that the day was a long time in coming. Still does, in fact.
Matters of state and duty ultimately take precedence. Such is the burden of the ruling class, and with that burden comes the expectation of a good marriage match. One was made for him, and as much as he didn't like the idea of not being free with who he loves (or the idea of someone being forced into his life and bed), his political mind did see the rationality of stronger ties with Damodred. The point became rather academic, though, when his betrothed slipped away. She remains at large to this day, and Baelin hasn't really expended a lot of time and energy in pursuing her. He knows that he probably should, though.
So here he is, already seeing the other side of thirty. Baelin finds himself pressured to settle down, to act more like the Heir Apparent, to either find his betrothed or to make a better match, to do this, that...to do everything but just simply be Baelin. That was a luxury that, if he ever even had it, was likely just an illusion.
Books read: All.
Age: Early 30s
Nationality: Cairhienin
Place of Birth: Colchaine
Place of Residence: The Sun Palace
Affiliation: Nobility
Rank/Title: Heir to the Sun Throne
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 | Hand-Held: 5 | Stave: * | Thrown: * | Ranged: 3 | Mounted: 2
APPEARANCE
Height: Average (slightly tall for Cairhienin)Weight: Average
Build/Complexion: Lithe/Pale
Eye/Hair Color: Light Brown/Dark Brown
Distinguishing Features:
- Easy, open smile
- Sometimes wears a short beard
- Lean and angular build
PERSONALITY
Tends to be soft-spoken, and thinks before acting. This is, partially, due to his kind nature, and also having Daes Dae'mar bred into him. It is agreed that he will make a fine player, with boldness tempered by rationality. He is a student of history, his favorite subject with tutors as a child, and has begun to amass a rather solid collection of artifacts that he hopes to turn into a public display. Baelin is known to take off at various points in search of rumors of some item or another, often traveling completely incognito and without a guard, to the ire of his family.
HISTORY
Politics in Cairhien are like unto the old provincial's proverb about the weather - if you don't like it, just wait a while and it'll change. So were the fortunes of House Saighan, falling and rising again and claiming the Sun Throne within a century's time - both an eternity and a wink of an eye in Cairhienin politics.
Baelinere was born into this Great House, on the old family estates in Colchaine, where his mother had summered to be away from the hustle of the Palace while in labor. He spent time there as a young lad, alternating between them and the Sun Palace, learning letters and laws from his tutors, and the operation of a manorial household and the duties of the nobility from Saighan's stewards.
He did not know his grandfather, King Lawcion, very well. The man died when Baelin was a child, but had been distant in life. Upon his grandfather's death, though, his father became King and Baelin was named Prince and Heir, first in line of succession for the Sun Throne. It would, naturally, be the dominant factor in his young life going forward.
Lord Baelinere, Prince Baelinere, still found more comfort in being 'Baelin' than anything else. He took his studies seriously, both with books and with the sword, as a proper noble should. 'A dull mind is worse than a dull blade...and twice as dangerous', his fencing instructor, a grey-haired Tairen named only Tomos, would often say. Swords and armies are obviously fascinating to any young boy, but Baelin found just as much fulfillment in the politics and histories behind the battles.
Baelin was in his early teens when his mother took him aside one day and showed him a pitcher, not unlike any that would be found on the dinner table of any other noble family. The pitcher itself was thin, nearly-translucent blue porcelain, glazed with dozens of small flowers. It was of Sea Folk make, she explained, and had been a family heirloom for centuries. The legend was that it sat on the table the night the fateful dinner gathering the night disloyal Tovan nobility was summarily executed and the nation of Cairhien was born. He didn't know if that was true or not, but the story awoke something within the young man...a burning need to feel a connection to the past. Thankfully, being born noble meant that he had the two things most important to collecting - time, and money.
Collecting turned into a penchant for disappearing from the City for weeks at a time, with Baelin and a few of his close companions off chasing after some rumor of a relic or another. His family was naturally bemused at both the danger inherent in running off, and at the behavior itself. It wasn't that he didn't want the throne, it was more just...he really, really hoped that the day was a long time in coming. Still does, in fact.
Matters of state and duty ultimately take precedence. Such is the burden of the ruling class, and with that burden comes the expectation of a good marriage match. One was made for him, and as much as he didn't like the idea of not being free with who he loves (or the idea of someone being forced into his life and bed), his political mind did see the rationality of stronger ties with Damodred. The point became rather academic, though, when his betrothed slipped away. She remains at large to this day, and Baelin hasn't really expended a lot of time and energy in pursuing her. He knows that he probably should, though.
So here he is, already seeing the other side of thirty. Baelin finds himself pressured to settle down, to act more like the Heir Apparent, to either find his betrothed or to make a better match, to do this, that...to do everything but just simply be Baelin. That was a luxury that, if he ever even had it, was likely just an illusion.
Books read: All.
