↳ name: male, twenty seven, b. 479 AC.
↳ status: heterosexual, betrothed, no children.
↳ face claim: daniel sharman
↳ hails from: the reach
↳ loyalty: house tyrell, king emeric tyrell
↳ title: prince of the reach, lord commander of house tyrell, heir apparent
↳ religion: faith of the seven for the sake of appearance, but recently turned atheist in truth
↳ spoken languages: the common tongue
↳ reason for being in sunspear: actively seeking to consolidate house tyrell’s interests in socio-economic politics, and ensure the ancient rivalry with dorne is not ignited once again.
↳ type: ENFP-T
↳ alignment: neutral good
↳ star sign: libra sun, gemini moon
↳ positives: diplomatic, charismatic, just, understanding, inviting
↳ negatives: superficial, condescending, fickle, hedonistic, afraid of commitment
the second born son of lord rylic tyrell and his timid wife ensley, cedric tyrell had grown accustomed to commonly being labelled the spare whilst most of his father’s attention went to his older brother, emeric. it was something most younger children would be silently seething about, yet the special dynamic cedric failed to have with his own father was one cedric paid no attention to growing up. after all, one could get up to much mischief being invisible. the boy grew up inherently free spirited, often found dangling on the tallest branches of oak trees in an attempt to skip out on his arithmetic lessons and often sent nanny after nanny fleeing the family nursery, all saying the same thing to his beloved mother. that is no child, your boy knows exactly what he is doing. they were not wrong; cedric wanted nobody getting involved in his own choices - and would do whatever needed to be done to ensure nobody involved themselves in his business.
there is a sweetness that comes with feigning ignorance whilst the world burns around you; as a young man cedric began to spend much time outside the family manor. the walls had begun to feel suffocating, as his father and brother continued to grow more sullen as they grew whilst his mother acted as though nothing could break apart her perfect family. nobody heard the fights that would stretch for hours between respectable lord rylic and his wife, or the twisted messages being drilled into emeric, who people had begun to call the lord of thorns. cedric only distanced himself further from the family, skipping dinners and keeping forced conversations short and blunt. none of these people seemed to understand him, chiding him for his lack of loyalty towards his family. but who would want to be around the mess he had for a family? it is a period of life that cedric now looks back on with a bitter taste in his mouth; wondering if he should have acted sooner rather than focusing completely on himself.
and so the double life began, as cedric reluctantly took his place in the family. being the golden son, often clearing up any misunderstandings at conferences and smoothening over any raised suspicions from fellow lords of the reach as the throne of highgarden edged closer and closer to his family. cedric developed close friendships with the sons of the other lords, and sometimes closer relations with their daughters, often spending weeks away from home going from noble house to noble house, all to keep up a good image of his family. he did this without them asking - for the sake of his own sanity. each time he would return home after some weeks ago, another family member conveniently in the way of their accession would be dead. he began to find a dark humour in it, often recanting how his extended family were dropping like flies.
his mother often begged him to return home more frequently as his absences stretched from weeks to even months, especially when his sister was married off. he knew she must have been lonely, but held limited resentment toward her for letting her husband get this power hungry. in his mind, the house was no longer a family home but a prison, made for storing the sanity of those within it. he was no fool, knowing deep down his father and brother had become something beyond her control - he cared little of what they decided to do, as long as they decided to keep him out of it. it seemed like an unspoken agreement between himself and his older brother, among other things. nobody spoke of cedric’s absences, his endless drunken nights in the pursuit of pleasure with whatever woman of choice that day - as long as he always came back to clean whatever mess was created by rylic’s loose tongue and emeric’s ruthlessness.
the day cedric returned home after a week away on horseback and saw a black flag waving over highgarden was the day his life changed, forever. he knew one of his parents had died, and a deep twisted part of him hoped it had been his father. to his shock, emeric greeted him in the courtyard , his wife stood behind him, in the pouring rain. he informed cedric they were now orphans due to a twisted murder-suicide. cedric could not tear his eyes away from the two black shrouds engraved with green and gold roses at his feet. he did not realise he had been weeping for the first time since he was a child, the sound of the heavy rain covering his wretched sobs. with that, cedric turned and left again, praying to leave behind the darkness that had befallen on them all.
he had missed his brother’s coronation, burying his sorrows in wine and women at inns across westerns until he found himself within range of kings landing. he refused to meet his betrothed, not caring about the embarrassment it caused to the unfortunate girl. he had no home, nowhere to go back to - not yet. he was away for an entire year before returning to highgarden, questioning what would the best thing to do going forward. his return was quiet as he did not want to make a big deal of it, and he talked to his brother for politics and business only - whilst he did not know exactly why, the sight of him made his stomach twist. emeric was barely a man, just a shadow. he would not show the world their tensions, for his own safety - they must seem united. he accompanied his brother to kings landing a completely different man to the wretched soul flea bottom had seen wandering it’s streets a year ago.
death had become a friend to his family at this point, as his sister in law died as a result of infection due to the kidnappings that had wrecked the nobles of westeros. cedric watched as those who ended her life came to justice; but what of those who had ended his? the consequence was devastating in cedric’s opinion; independence.
cedric’s own life was no longer his to live; his brother’s wife had no died with no heirs, and his brother was now king. the title of prince disgusted him. cedric accompanied the nobles of his house and his brother all the way to sunspear in the south, with reluctance to ensure things went smoothly for the sake of his own peace of mind.
cedric’s personality is personified by one main word: fickle. he blows hot, and he blows cold. he can make you feel as though you are the only person in the world, or nothing at all to him. it genuinely depends on when and how you catch him, and what side you’ll see of him. some could say he is the snake in the grass - with his mask on, one would not know his world was burning around him. others could say he is a young man carrying guilt and suspicion on his shoulders, torn between wanting to find out the truth and being afraid of what he could find. cedric is intensely free spirited, and will often adapt and change to whatever is needed from him in a situation rather than calculate what to do beforehand. he is also hedonistic, one can often find him drinking in local inns or in bed with a noble’s wife. he believes you should always do what is best for you, regardless of who is hurt in the process. this can be seen in his dismissal of his intended, disregarding her completely.
he has several interests and knowledge in the subjects of philosophy mainly through cases from history, he has a broad general knowledge of the history of westeros, but extensive knowledge of the history of the reach, and architecture, he plans to commission a building of substantial size one day. he also has a limited knowledge of different artistic techniques, some of his interests include light sketching and very basic swordsmithery.
↳ the separation of the kingdoms
cedric’s free spirited nature means he did not react favourably when his brother broke the reach from the seven kingdoms without consulting him, as he never asked for the burden that comes with kingship. the tension between him and his brother is one he will not show to the outside world, as he knows someone will try to take advantage of it. cedric has accompanied his brother to sunspear to work on trade deals regarding grain, and drawing up boarders for disputed land. he also secretly worries that the age old rivalry between dorne and the reach will once again up to fruition over resources.
