The Hawk in His Tower

Lord Garin Fawler - 46 - Ruling Lord of House Fowler

[garinxfowler]

{ Oscar Isaac  + 46 + Cis Man + He/Him/His} welcome to westeros GARIN of HOUSE FOWLER OF SKYREACH ! it is quite well known that they are ADMINISTRATIVE and NOBLE, though behind closed doors the people whisper that they are also RECLUSIVE and UNCARING. whenever i think of them, i am reminded of flowing robes in shades of blue and silver in high towers, dark curls blowing in the wind, a grey streaked beard when he has not shaved, books and maps strewn across a table. may they prove their worth in the game of thrones.

The eldest born, Garin was groomed to rule. Something he was actually decent at. He enjoyed the work of bookkeeping, and road maintenance and overseeing the affairs of the smallfolk. He took to it like a moth to the flame, and left martial activities to his younger brother.

The two boys despite their different interests were close and remained the best of friends. 

When their sister arrived the duo, became a trio and they were all always together at times doing very different things, but all in the presence of each other. 

Garin was cold, and stand offish though with others, he did not make friends easily. Gascoyne however, quickly made new friends, boys he would train with and such. Garin would read, and Gascoyne would hit them with sticks. 

As they grew older, Gascoyne wanted kids, Garin did not. And so he told his younger brother that he would always be his heir, and that one day he would have to inherit the position he now held, but that he would make sure everything would be in good order for him. 

When the war broke out no one was shocked that Gascoyne was placed in command of the forces the Fowlers were contributing to the war effort. Garin would remain behind at Skyreach, with Gascoyne’s wife and children. 

At the Battle of Summerhall, Gascoyne would die on the field, a shocking and devastating moment to Garin. He would become reclusive issuing orders from his tower but not coming down. 

Now for the first time, he has come down, and is prepared to rejoin the rest of Westeros’ nobility. 

BASICS.

name — Garin Fowler

nick names — The Recluse Hawk, The Man in the Tower

titles & alias’ — Ruling Lord of Skyreach, Lord of the Wide Way, Warden of the Prince’s Pass

gender — Cis Man

pronouns — He/Him/His

romantic & sexual orientation — Biromantic & Bisexual 

age — 46 

place of birth — Skyreach, Dorne, Westeros

current residence — Skyreach, Dorne, Westeros

PERSONALITY.

positive traits — administrative, noble, dignified, intelligent, and well read

negative traits —  reclusive, uncaring, cold, insensitive, and judgemental 

likes  —  his home, reading, being comfortable, wine, dorne, hawking

dislikes  — children, leaving home for long periods of time, being asked too many questions, almost the entirety of the rest of Westeros

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

eye color — brown

hair color — dark brown, with grey streaks

hair style — currently long, has been known to cut it short

complexion — tan

build — muscular, but getting softer with age

height — 5’5

clothing — wears a lot of blue, and silver, long flowy robes that are loose, often made of silk, velvet if he is outside of Dorne

accessories & jewelry — he wears multiple rings on his hands, decorated with sapphires

faceclaim — Oscar Isaac

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents — Former Ruling Lord and Lady Fowler

siblings — A younger brother, deceased & a younger sister

nieces and nephews — multiple, including his heir

romantic interest — none 

children — none

pets — a hawk, named Moonlight

MISC.

religion — Faith of the Seven 

known languages — Common Tongue, Rhoynish 

[themoonthestarsandkeegan]

Despite history Keegan was supportive of the new dragons. Surely the royal family had a better hold of their issues ever since Aerion ascended the throne. Though, he dreaded to think of what chaos would be unleashed if his predictions were horrifically wrong. Dragons seemed like small children given a lit torch without supervision.

"Have some hope my dear friend." Keegan took a sip. It was in his nature to hope for the best and prepare for the worst, perhaps that's why he and Garin have kept their friendship close. "The Princess has a good hold on the hatchling, the rebels will be too nervous to do anything, I'm sure everything will be fine" Or at least Keegan hoped. The Dance was not long ago and even before then tyrants who held control of the dragons wreaked havoc on innocent people across the realm. "The more present fear is the amount of extra work I may need to complete" Gods, he already had one four year old daughter, what if he had to assist on raising a fire-breathing lizard? Surely there had to be a protocol for that where he was not responsible. He would have to ask Maester Edderion.

[garinxfowler]

"Hope? I think as Hand it is more prudent that you act on the worst impulses of the Realm, rather than what you hope the Realm would look like." He rolled his eyes at Keegan when he said this would cause the rebels to be too nervous. "This will be the spark the rebels were looking for. I assure you of that. Knowing if they wait no the dragon will grow, no it is better to act while it is defenseless." He sighed when Keegan said that his only fear right now was any extra work that would be put on him.

"Sometimes, my friend, I worry about you, and your concerns. I have worry that you are clinging to your optimism once more to ignore the looming darkness. The people of Lannisport just rose up in mass riot, this dragon may rase up more riots. This display of wealth may cause more anguish."

[paroch1al]

a  soft  hum.  perhaps  fragile  loyalties  were  not  exclusively  an  umber  affliction.  “i  am  far  more  concerned  with  matters  of  my  own  blood.  if  i  am  to  fight  one  of  those  leathery,  fiery  creatures  then  so  be  it  — i  should  hope  i  am  in  high  quality  armour  when  the  time  comes  —  but  until  then  i  am  searching  for  more  important  things.  a  scourge  of  the  air,  yes,  but  they  are  also  babies.  it  will  take  some  time  until  they  are  a  threat.”  and  then  what ?  what  side  would  maxence  find  himself  on,  when  the  creatures  were  full  grown  incendiary  beasts ?  stood  by  his  father,  braced  and  ready  to  fight,  or  behind  the  very  weapons  that  were  nothing  more  than  scaled  babes.  “it  seems  as  though  your  mind  is  also  plagued  with  more  complex  worries.”

[garinxfowler]

"High quality armor will do nothing for you. Men cook in cheap armor, the same as they do in fine armor. Aegon and his sisters, Maegor the Cruel, the Dance of Dragons, all these things educated us on such matters. The only ones who survived were Dorne, and we wore not fine armor, but our silks, and satins. We took to the shadows, and we took a dragon down."

Perhaps it was treason, but it was also history. Garin would happily go to the chopping block for reciting history when he still in his actions worked for the crown. "I do not have major worries about the dragon being turned on me though. It is the future upstarts I worry for who will act before the dragon can actually be used in war." When he was told that it seemed his mind was elsewhere, he nodded.

"Yes. Always. On the repairs to the Realm. The restoration of our roads, and bridges, and towns. I am a lord who focuses on the matters that actually effects his traders, his artisans, his crafters."

[paroch1al]

maxence  chuckled.  had  everyone  lost  their  minds  ?  he  had  long  since  thought  that  the  world  was  filled  with  idiots,  and  that  evening  had  only  firmed  the  matter  in  his  own  mind.  excited  whispers,  conspirational  murmurs  — with  a  full  goblet  of  wine  he  took  his  leave  out  into  the  fresh  air  of  kings  landing.  perhaps  he  would  chase  down  one  of  those  white - cloaked  knights,  follow  them  to  wherever  they  convened,  threaten  them  with  the  tip  of  his  blade  so they would show the way to his brother.  before  the  youngest  bear  had  a  chance  to  taunt  and  coax,  he  found  himself  toe  to  toe  with  a  hawk.  “i  was  curious  as  to  why  you  aren't  trying  to  steal  a  glance  at  the  large  lizards.”

[garinxfowler]

"Because I have more wits than the gods gave a goat?" Was it a harsh answer? Perhaps, but Garin was never one to hide or shy away from his own thoughts. His family had served the Targaryens, his brother died for them. Garin felt he deserved some lenience for not being in awe of, as the other put it, their large lizard.

"Dragons brought fire and death to this world. They live for hundreds of years and keep more than one master in that lifetime. This dragon worries me for what it shall actually bring the realm. I could ask the same of you though, what are you not trying to gawk at the lizard?"

[themoonthestarsandkeegan]

Who: Open to everyone! Where: The feast, right after the dragons hatched

Keegan was relieved that the Hunt and following Ceremony commenced without a hitch. Regarding the last few events that have transpired Keegan almost expected to attend another funeral instead of a feast. Then the comet came and the dragon hatched, what a lucky day indeed! Though, the presence of a tiny, firebreathing beast did make The Hand nervous that King's Landing would go up in flames if it got away from the Princess. Hopefully one of the maesters had a dusty old text somewhere on dragon taming that could be lent out. Keegan did not want another problem that was his responsibility to manage.

"For once I am optimistic that the realm's state is improving instead of deteriorating" The months after the war had been full of tensions. The dragons would bring peace and protection to the realm and staunch the chaos that was brewing in some of the more unruly regions of Westeros. "A true show of strength for House Targaryen indeed".

[garinxfowler]

Garin listened to the Lord Hand, and wondered if Keegan actually believed this to be true or if he was just saying it because he was the Hand to the Targaryens. Truthfully, Garin had no great love for the Valyrians, the Dragon Lords of old. This was an ill omen for the world. The return of dragons.

"This will begin an even faster rapid collapse of the fragile peace that exists within the realm I fear." He brought his drink to his mouth, before continuing to elaborate on his thoughts. "The dragon is young, and won't be good in battle for years, the Targaryen's enemies will seek to end them, and it before it can be used for battle. This will bring more war....more death. It will be interesting to see how the battle lines are drawn this time....who sides with who."

[garinxfowler]

❝ could you help me with something? ❞ from Keegan

"Of course, Lord Hand. What is it you need help with?" Garin was used to requests of help in the form of writing, but he supposed that since he was there in person, it made sense that Keegan would ask for assistance in person. "If only I had access to my library back at Skyreach, no doubt I would be able to be of even more service to you, my friend."

[garinxfowler]

"You must be glad that whole affair is over, and things in the city will soon relax." Despite a whole continent between them and different interests, somehow he counted Darian Umber as one of the few people he would call a friend. "Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, I do not know how you bear such history and responsibility on your shoulders. Everyone in all of Westeros probably begging you to take their children to squire in hopes of your skill rubbing off on them. I would find it all so burdensome."

@oathwrought

[garinxfowler]

The reason he had traveled to the city was over. A dragon was hatched. And now Garin was ready to return home. Which was his plans. He understood that some would linger around the city, but Garin had no such intention. He was thankful that he traveled light and most of his time would be consumed by the actual voyage. He was currently walking the gardens look over the list of things he had sought to do in his domains when he returned home, only to hear someone speaking to him, looking up from the parchment.

"I'm sorry, you were speaking to me?"