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I forgot to answer the second one.
1. Accalon was a sickly child, and there were genuine worries that he might not survive until adulthood. He is in good health now, but for the first decade or so of his life he was on and off bed bound... Apart from when his friends would sneak him out to play.
2. Despite having the brand of the exalt on the back of his neck, Accalon cannot wield Falchion. For some reason, the family heirloom did not choose him as its wielder alongside his cousin. This has caused some contention as to which of them should be the royal heir, though it does not affect their personal relationship to a great extent.
3. Ace is lactose intolerant. But he loves ice cream. Oh dear.
Hi Accalon always inherits his non-Emm parent’s laugh regardless of who it is, so some verses he’s got a ridiculously loud bellow like Basilio and in others he has a very worrying cackle like Gangrel thank you for your time
So I’ll probably end up writing up all of the various parent dependant backstories for Accalon, but Gangrel comes first given just how different it is. For now, the others can be assumed as Ace grew up in Ylisse being prepared to take the throne, though that may change for Robin as well.
This has been discussed briefly with @tomestobetold, but discussed further and finalised with @regaldisaster, and has ended up having elements of both of their ideas on how Gangrel!Accalon can work as a concept. Other Emmeryns and Gangrels are welcome to default to what I’m about to type (obviously barring specific headcanons to this specific muses), or talk to me about another work around. Gangalon contradicts canon, so there will need to be some discussion.
With tensions still high years after the previous exalt’s demise, advisers from both nations came to the conclusion that a political marriage was the only way to prevent war from breaking out once more between Ylisse and Plegia. Whilst it is more traditional for a princess to enter such a thing as opposed to a country’s ruler, Emmeryn wished to spare her sister from that, and married the mad king.
The public knew little of the nature of their relationship, and how well they either cared for or tolerated each other. However, a child was born of the union... Even if it was not enough to prevent the mad king from destroying their truce, and taking the boy with him prior to declaring an end to the peace.
With the war dragging out right to when Valm became a real threat, there was no real opportunity to recover Accalon and bring him back to his mother’s homeland. It was difficult for his uncle to even justify a thing, even if it were possible: with Gangrel dead, Accalon became the only remaining heir to the Plegian throne, whereas Ylisse had Princess Lucina. It would be ridiculous not to let him claim his birthright.
And so Accalon was raised as a prince of Plegia... In a sense. Naturally, a toddler could not rule, and thus authority lay with his adviser and regent, Validar.
Except the acting ruler had a goal in mind; one that did not involve a child of Naga ushering in a new age for Plegia. But young Accalon was never to know what was going on behind the scenes, until it was too late. He was raised with rose-tinted glasses, never truly knowing the atrocities his father had brought forth. Whilst he did not hate Ylisse, his opinion was manipulated to not be a high one either. Otherwise, he was left to live a life of luxury, never truly being taught the pressures and responsibility of royalty.
Prince Accalon of Plegia was nothing more than a puppet used to control the throne.
With Grima’s revival, there was no use for him anymore. Whilst neither Validar nor Aversa made any effort to be rid of the boy, they didn’t particularly care if he survived either. As such, having been taken to the Dragon’s Table, Accalon was simply abandoned there, left to either be crushed under the rubble or torn limb from limb by the newly created risen. Had his Aunt Lissa not found him, Ace surely would have died that day.
So from then on, he was raised under the care of his sole living adult relative, and slowly became friends with the other children, despite the obstacles in place. What few hard feelings he had towards Ylissians eventually vanished, now that he was able to judge them with his own eyes... Though a hatred of the Grimleal did grow, having learned of his mother’s fate as well as realising how badly used he had been. On the other hand, there was little to change the high opinion he had of his father.
That was until Accalon joined Plegia’s ranks in the past timeline, believing he was serving under a misunderstood, but just king. Never did he reveal his true identity, but it mattered not. He was content... Until his mother’s death.
Accalon was there the day Ylisse’s exalt jumped, and was in prime position to hear his father’s cackle and mockery of her sacrifice. That was the moment the illusion shattered, adding one more name to the list of those Ace would rather see dead.
Veles!Accalon has the most terrifying laugh you will ever hear from a blond twink and it’s the most out of character thing ever. If he laughs, the entire room will stop, stare, and step back a little.
As it is highly unlikely/nearly impossible for Emmeryn’s partner to be of a higher status than her, Accalon will inherit Ylisse’s royal family name regardless of who his other parent is, ignoring tradition with fathers.
Accalon’s middle names do vary depending on his second parent, as his mother insisted he take on the name of that person’s father, as well as Emmeryn’s grandfathers’.
By default, should no grandparent be specified, his full title is High Prince Accalon Hansel Reginald Grace of Ylisse. His surname is open to change, depending on interactions with others in the exalted family. If his father is Frederick, Wilhelm will replace Hansel.
As per standard for Ylissean royalty, Accalon does indeed have the brand. Unlike his mother however, it’s hardly ever on display: it’s a light, silvery blue colour concealed on the back of his neck. Even with his slightly longer than average hair, one would still be able to see the bottom of the mark usually, if it wasn’t for his coat covering that region.
It’s not an intentional effort, but he’s not so fussed with it making him recognisable either.
