↳ details; male, 32. ( b. 473 AC. )
↳ status; heteroflexible, widower, bastard daughter –– alaena waters.
↳ faceclaim; alexander dreymon.
↳ hails from; driftmark.
↳ loyalty; house velaryon.
↳ title; lord of house velaryon.
↳ religion; keeps faith with no gods.
↳ spoken languages; high valyrian, bastard valyrian, common tongue, dothraki, trade talk.
↳ reason in kings landing; as a notable house of the region and a steadfast ally of house targaryen house velaryon offers their undying support for their queen and her princeling.
↳ type; INTP.
↳ alignment; true neutral.
↳ star sign; capricorn.
↳ positives; dutiful, poised, undaunted, clueful, alluring, intuitive.
↳ negatives; headstrong, cantankerous, detached, unconstrained, cold, dissatisfied.
lucerys might’ve been born the second son of lord jaehaerys’ second wife naella of myr but he would be the first child the lord fathered who would bring shame unto house velaryon. a year into the lord’s impassioned marriage lucerys had been born and, much to the perplexity and discontentment of his lord father, the boy looked nothing like himself or naella. he had come out his mother’s womb with a head blanketed with thick brunette hair and skin tinged with the natural kiss of the sun. house velaryon, like house targaryen, were one of the very few westerosi houses known for having the traditional look of old valyria ––– light eyes, fair skin, and even fairer hair ––– and while lucerys possessed eyes of blue that rivaled the summer’s sky in their clarity there was nothing remotely fair about the boy.
thoughts of lucerys’ true parentage afflicted jaehaerys from the second he’d laid eyes upon him and his half mad ponderings had, for a time, managed to remain just that until the rumors of the boy’s potential bastardy began to spread like the ravenous flames of wildfire. it did not take long for murmurs of how naella had taken a secret lover and forced her bastard upon her husband to build from a whisper to a roar that swept the whole of the island and these baseless claims seemed only to embolden the ruling lord’s own deranged beliefs. with the ceaseless speculations came the sowing of an incurable bout of mistrust in him toward his wife and an intensified revulsion for his own son that had been growing steadily since the boy had entered the world.
despite naella’s protests that lucerys had simply inherited genuine myrish traits, stating repeatedly that her own golden hair amongst a people known for their dark features was a rarity in the same way lucerys’ dark hair seemed to be for house velaryon, jaehaerys would hear none of it and her pleas on her innocent son’s behalf fell on deaf ears. and they would continue to until he grew tired of the sound of her voice altogether, tired of the never ending lies she told, and called for the death of his own wife for bringing forth a bastard and forcing him to raise the damned boy as a trueborn. during naella’s execution a mere five year old lucerys was made to watch as his lord father, who promised he would meet a similar end if even a single tear slipped from his eye and touched the apple of his cheek for his whore of a mother, drove a blade into her neck and separated her head from her shoulders. it was on this day life itself seemed to drain of color for the boy who might as well have been orphaned on the spot; for the first time since he’d entered this most cruel and needlessly hateful world he found himself to be utterly alone.
life without his mother’s steadfast protection was almost unbearable for lucerys. when his father was not ignoring him entirely he was turning his cruelty upon the boy or allowing others to. where lucerys’ older brother daemon was treated with the respect a trueborn should be afforded he was regarded as nothing more than the bothersome bastard of driftmark, a stain on house velaryon, and was proclaimed the bastard of the tides. lucerys thought pride at the very least would inspire in his father a need to bring a stop to the sheer disrespect aimed at his own son but jaehaerys saw lucerys not as his son and therefore cared not. in jaehaerys’ eyes he was but a burden left behind by a treacherous woman and the goading of the boy more than anything for a time seemed to please the pitiless lord–––to know naella’s bastard suffered delighted him. these were the moments that would mold him and make him understand he was bastard born in all but name. as if being a second son wasn’t already a mark for insignificance his unofficial bastardy made him of absolutely no worth to his father, and by extension his house, and he was cast aside without remorse.
perhaps this was why when the lordling reached the age of a man grown by westerosi custom he boarded a ship to essos and, for a time, never looked back. years spent living under the harsh scrutiny of his lord father and watching the man fawn over the fair haired children that came after himself, children Lucerys was not allowed to interact with in front of their mother or his father, had caused a bitterness to blossom where once hope had thrived however desperate. he was not the firstborn like daemon, nor was he loved or favored like his younger siblings, so there left no purpose for him at home on driftmark and he would take full advantage of his position. he left home at the age of seventeen and his travels took him the world over he visited all nine of the free cities, the summer isles, the kingdom of sarnor, qarth, sothoryos, the dothraki sea, the flourishing port cities of yunkai, meereen, and astapor in the reformed bay of dragons, and everywhere in between and beyond.
during these travels he met a girl, a braavosi courtesan then, and it was the first time he could recall experiencing love without condition. he met her when he’d first stepped foot in essos the rowdy band of men he’d been traveling with having paid for her services so that he might become a true man grown, but instead of baring himself he bared his soul and following their first interaction they never lost touch. the five years he spent traveling he also spent detailing colorful tales of the adventures he embarked on in letters he would write especially for her from the selling of his sword, to fighting in the pits in meereen, to things he’d never thought he’d be able to admit to another living soul. their love reached a head when the young lord ventured back to braavos, his last stop before he was to return briefly to driftmark, and promises were made; promises of a life together, one that would be brimming with adventure––a life that featured themselves, the sea, and the world.
of course life was not so simple nor were it’s paths ever so straight. upon his return home lucerys experienced firsthand the way life’s paths could curve at a moments notice and take you places you’d never thought possible. at the age of two and twenty he returned home with more worldly experience than men ten years his senior and a maturity that had cut and sculpted his face and mind. on his return he found that, despite his dark features, he was beheld as the splitting image of a young lord jaehaerys and looked more the image of his father than any of his fair haired children. to lucerys’ shock he was embraced not only by the people of driftmark, but by the man who had spent the better part of his young life casting him aside with disdain. no longer was he seen as the bastard of the tides but he was revered instead as the truest born son of house velaryon and he could see, for the first time, palpable regret swim in his father’s eyes no doubt for allowing distrust to drive him to take the life of his loyal wife and shun a son that had always been his.
following his reinstatement as a velaryon in the eyes of his father lucerys’ life was no longer his own. there was no time to even think of venturing back to braavos to reclaim the woman he loved for, regardless of his status as that of a second son, he was most sought after as his brother was already married and had been for some years now. he became quite popular amongst ladies of houses seeking to form an alliance thanks almost in full to his striking features and his father was all too eager to negotiate terms of a betrothal to further strengthen house velaryon. lucerys found the idea of being bound in marriage to anyone apart from the woman he loved to be a suffocating and loathsome thought but he had little say in his future and before he was three and twenty he was wed to lady joanna of house marbrand. their marriage was comfortable but it was not one abound with love or elation. lucerys was rarely unkind to the lady joanna but he was not a faithful husband to her, either. he took many a lover during their marriage the eventual knowledge of which made his wife sick with steadily mounting grief and jealousy. joanna tried tirelessly to keep her husband’s attention and affections from wandering but it was to no avail. for a time she thought she could come to accept her husband’s wandering eye but she had been painfully wrong. learning that he had come to father a child with a tavern wench was the nail in her coffin as giving her husband a child was something she herself had yet been able to do. she had grown to love lucerys with the whole of her heart and knowing his heart did not, and would not, solely belong to her was the driving force behind her untimely departure from this world.
the years tailing the death of his wife see lucerys as a man who clings still to the title of widower though he stopped mourning his late wife some years ago. they also bring about the unfortunate and untimely death of his elder brother daemon velaryon the true heir to driftmark who was murdered during a sailing trip by the pirates who inhabit the stepstones more than likely looking for plunder aboard daemon’s lavish ship. lucerys was expected to step up and take his place as the future heir to driftmark without question and though he found the whole of the situation to be maddening he did what was expected of him. with the passing of time he has become more a velaryon than he would like to let on and now fully accepts his new leading role, putting the good of his house first and in turn making his father proud. these days lord jaehaerys pushes more and more for his son to make a match and find a betrothed so that when the time comes for him to rule he will be prepared in every way but lucerys pushes back against it not wanting to be forced into another marriage. he does not wish to, once again, take a backseat approach to his own life and is determined not to allow jaehaerys to steamroll him as he did when he was a boy, but his father has other plans. so the future lord has set his sights on something more realistic and now believes he need only hold out for the frail and elderly man’s end.
he is not so unlike his father–– standoffish and sullen. and grows more so by the day with his newfound status of lord heir. in another life there used to be a spirited, captivating, and playful side to the lord but within recent years it takes some unearthing to witness. there is a natural regality about him that is noted quite often and it has, with time, only served to inflate his sense of self. he thinks rather highly of himself and his ability, although it manifests in the way he carries himself and the sharpness of his tongue as opposed to boasts and brags. all in all he can be a rather tough pill to swallow depending on who you are and where you stand.
why are they in kings landing, what are their thoughts on the current ruling family, have they been to the capital before? – as a member of one of the vassal houses of the crownlands , and the official proxy of house velaryon, to refuse the crowns invitation would be unthinkable. more to the point, house velaryon has always and will always back house targaryen. though the throne was usurped by her own husband house velaryon shall show their continued support and respect for rhaena targaryen the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms. beyond that, lucerys may be looking to enjoy himself a bit whilst in the capital as it has been quite sometime since his last visit.
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