Gaelys Aergyreon
Nichole Trafalgar
Gaelys is the eldest daughter and third born child of Vysessa and Daegar Aegyreon, both deceased. She has a twin brother Vaelar, two elder brothers Ikarys and Yraemar, and two younger sisters Vhaela and Vysegaera. She is a dragonrider bonded to the dragon Tharion who was previously ridden by her grandfather lord Visagon, and has been known by some as the Spear of Night for her actions on the Isle of Cedars.
Appearance And Character
Gaelys is a tall woman with a strength typical of a dragonrider and spear fighter, her favored weapon tipped with Valyrian steel. She keeps her silver hair long and often wears it in braids to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are a medium purple and her skin has been tanned lightly by hours in the field and atop Tharion. In her youth she was impetuous and shunned her family’s more subtle nature, favoring combat training instead. While it has given her excellent skill, as she matured she recognized the usefulness of charm and has started to act more as a hostess and patron of arts. She is supporting and caring towards her family, especially her younger siblings and their ventures…as long as they benefit the family.
History
Early Life
It was a summer evening when Gaelys and Vaelar Aergyreon were brought into the world. The suns last rays glinted through the high tower windows of the lady Vysessa’s chambers as the cries sounded and reached her brother-husband and his attendants in the hall outside. It was Gaelys who was born first, her brother on her heels not two minutes after, both babes strong and healthy.
It was their mother, Vysessa, who Gaelys took after the most. She was an archer of expert skill and while Gaelys wasn’t as natural as her, she had her spirit and her fierce desire as well as her size, though she surpassed her mother’s height by nearly a foot.
With a brother three years their elder and two younger sisters that followed five and six years after them, respectively, Gaelys and her brother form the middle of the pack of the household, no burden of leadership yet placed upon them but duty still impressed upon their bones.
The Dragonrider
On her tenth nameday, Gaelys undergoes the rite of bonding, having studied and attended lessons on dragons from the house mage and caretakers from the time she could sit still long enough, just as her brothers did. What few expected was the large deep purple dragon that descended before the young girl. Majestic and well over a hundred years old with talons and spines of dark silver, Tharion beheld the proud young warrior for a long moment, the two locked in contest until finally she took a step towards him and reached out to meet the scales upon his snout. A hold of breath, and the dragon huffed, allowing the girl to lay her hand on him, then to climb upon his back, and claiming her as his rider with a roar.
Over the months that followed, Gaelys spent nearly every day out in the fields with Tharion, often insisting on taking her lessons out near the parapets where he could sit nearby. The dragon was highly observant of his young rider, often seen nearby during sparring sessions or perched on the cliff sides to keep the house under watch. As her skills in ground combat grew, she began to train in aerial maneuvering and attending scouting flights with her brothers. While the family rarely used their might in the air, it was never overlooked in the case it was needed one day or that the other families would ever see them as weak.
As one of the current oldest dragons known among the families, Tharion’s midnight purple scales are thick and hard to pierce, the old dragon having seen much in his time and bearing faint gouges as proof. Silver-grey streaks the tips of his spines and down the sharp horns and spines about his expressive, wizened head, darkening his talons and teeth. He is proud and fairly calm for a dragon, but his fire runs hot enough to melt stone and when he is driven to protectiveness over his charge, it is obvious age has not dulled his senses. While he is not as fast as some younger dragons, his sheer strength and experience make him and Gaelys a formidable pair as they continue to deepen their connection, especially in later years.
Death of Vysessa and Daegar
The loss of their father when she was sixteen was a difficult one, seeing her eldest brother Ikarys installed as the new head of the family as the body burned behind them. Yraemar had been recalled home after his prolonged absence, much to their delight and the ferocity of their mothers tongue. Daegar had kept the family in high regard for many years, securing trade and friendships in far flung outposts, removing threats through manipulation and intimidation when needed. It had given them great advantages and when Vysessa passed less than two years later, the reins were fully passed to the next generation.
It was during this time of mourning that she took to training in the evening hours when the glint of steel flashed amid the torchlight and she and Tharion were as violet and silver phantoms in the air.
The arrival of their aunt and cousin to provide support in these dire times proved a welcome pillar and addition to the household.
It is also the driving motion that sees a shift in the bond she shares with her twin, Vaelar. Grief, after all, can either drive a family apart or bring them closer.
Incident at the Isle of Cedars
The outposts were first seen to once mourning had passed. Gaelys was sent upon Tharion to Velos to give tidings of her family and ensure the continued loyalty of those under their employ. Another disaster like that which befell the Valcoran family and Mhysa Faer was to be avoided at all costs. However the yoke of rule always grates for some and here was no exception. As good as the Aegryeon family had been to them, the outposts on the Isle of Cedars desired to assert themselves against the dragonlords, fed false promises by the Great Masters of Astapor. When Gaelys arrived things seemed normal, the gates were open and she made herself at home in the palace halls. It was a servant, still loyal, that informed her of the treachery and a plan to poison Tharion and keep her as a hostage to bargain with her brother.
Furious at the betrayal, she makes to grab her weapon and run them all through but stops at the door. There are better ways, she can hear her father say. Lowering the spear, she sits, thinking it over. Calling Tharion to her, she has him settled in the courtyard, just barely, when the representatives arrive, the dragonlord leaning on the shining glaive in hand. She speaks calmly, easily as she informs them of her knowledge of the plot, the servant from earlier delivering the vials of poison brought from one of their rooms.
They tried to deny it. They shouted and raged and eventually pleaded as Tharion’s maw, glinting obsidian teeth leveled towards their huddled group. The choice was given then, to swear their loyalty anew to house Aergyreon and their representatives; giving up the information they held from those who plotted against Valyria, or burn. There would be no quarter given.
In the end, three chose death, two pleaded for their lives, kissing the leather of her boots as they did.
Velos was easy to bring to heel, Ghozai, having been informed of traitors in the ranks, had time to prepare before she made her way there.
Arrows flew as she approached the towers, Tharion diving and rolling to avoid them. The outright hostility was met with her own: dragonfire. The archers burned, the scorpions blasted apart under the old dragon's heat. Descending atop the ruined walls, Gaelys slid from his back, calling for any who further opposed them to come forward. One did. The swarthy docksmaster, who had for some time handled the ledgers. Single combat, he called for. The dragon sent away.
The Spear of Night
Gaelys, in retrospect, was foolish to agree. The arrogance of one who was fire made flesh. She sent Tharion off and closed rank with the man in the city square that evening as twilight fell, her favored hour, and onlookers gathered even as the walls still burned on the Southern side of the city. The man was not as big but was cunning and had more experience than the girl did, but she had strength and the training that only the Unsullied family commander could offer. It was brutal, stories say, how she held him at spear tip until he spit in her face, forcing her to drive it through his neck into the ground. Some said the rising moon formed a crown upon her head. Some said they were ridiculous.
But none challenged her further and the story of the Spear of Night began.
Again she lingers, only a week this time to see repairs begun on the wall and ensure further loyalty, before removing her spear from the rotted flesh of the man and mounting Tharion to fly north.
The taste of freedom was intoxicating to the young dragonrider and she took her time returning, needing to be of clear mind, passing around Tolos and circling the Painted Mountains before meeting up with her twin in Aquos Dhaen, recounting each other's tales before returning to the Capitol together.
Broken Betrothals
A trip to Lys for her sister Vhaela’s fourteenth name day, one year after the incidents at the Cedars, sees her encountering her first betrothal; one that ends within a month, a folly of young hearts with nothing to gain for either family. Another follows shortly after but it too falls apart due to the lads certain…shortcomings as well as his lies about riding a dragon of his own. As she ages, she does so gracefully. The few scars she bears on her body she does so proudly and her tongue has become smoother, though she is still sometimes prone to rash action when her blood is hot.
Recent times
The times are relatively peaceful in Valyria, leaving a fireheart with little to fully entertain her when she is not either sitting as a member of the Freehold Council, or standing as her brother’s guard as he performs his duties as an Archon. It is when she turns to other indulgences, hosting not only scholars and mages from the corners of the Empire, but also dancers and pleasure seekers or joining her sister at the Pits for the gladiators.
Is the rider of Tharion.
Often carries:
•One or two daggers (Concealed)When equipped for battle:
•Steel inlaid with silver scales and gold over leather•Valyrian steel headed spear
•Winged helm (sometimes)
•Valyrian steel longsword (sometimes)
Year of Birth
4826 AD
24 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Twin
Family
Children
Eyes
Purple
Hair
Silver
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Sunkissed
Aligned Organization
Gaelys Aergyreon
Strength
+2
Dexterity
+2
Intelligence
0
Wisdom
0
Charisma
+1
Strength
+2
Dexterity
+2
Intelligence
0
Wisdom
0
Charisma
+1
