Saeryos Calareon
Wayne Sivith
The second son of House Calareon is a lover of thrills, always searching for something new and enticing to take his fancy. Competitive by nature, Saeryos pursues his interests with a devoted passion. In conversation however, the man is soft spoken, preferring to listen unless a topic of one of his loves is on the table, at which point he may speak more than others care to listen.
Appearance And Character
Though not nearly as tall as others his age, Saeryos still measures up decently well. Freckles adorn his cheeks on either side of his nose, just beneath a set of violet-hued eyes. A slender upper body gave way to a wider set of hips, and well muscled legs. The young Calareon keeps his light blonde hair short, tips ending in curls.
With his eldest sister taking the reins in leading the family, the second son finds himself lost at times, unsure of what his role in the family is. With his failed attempt at bonding with a dragon, he cannot offer as much strength to the family as his brothers and sisters. It is what leads him to pursue different things, hoping to find where he best fits, and wanting to please his siblings in that regard.
History
Early Life
Born into a lineage steeped in power and prestige, Saeryos felt the weight of his family's legacy resting heavily upon his shoulders.
From a young age, Saeryos displayed a natural aptitude for combat. He was often found in the family's courtyard, sparring with seasoned warriors twice his age. His spearmanship was impeccable, his movements fluid, and his determination unwavering. It was clear that he possessed the makings of a formidable dragonlord.
During this time, he channelled his curiosity and adventurous spirit into exploration. He often ventured to high areas, seeking excitement and adventure. However, this thirst for adventure led to a dangerous incident when he fell from the face of a cliff at their home. The fall resulted in severe injuries, including a pierced shoulder and several cuts, along with a broken arm. Despite the pain and the accident, Saeryos was determined and resilient. He recovered from his injuries and even managed to overcome his fear of heights, eventually conquering the cliff by successfully scaling it without slipping.
Middle Years
However, there was one glaring absence in Saeryos's life that gnawed at his very soul. Unlike most of his family members, he had not yet bonded with a dragon. In a family where dragons were a symbol of power and prestige, this omission was akin to a deep, festering wound. He had watched his cousins and siblings forge bonds with these majestic creatures, and he longed for that connection, the bond that would elevate him to his rightful place within the family.
Many a night, as the moon's silver glow bathed the city of Valyria in an ethereal light, Saeryos would stand atop the battlements of the Calareon estate, gazing out at the vastness of the Valyrian Peninsula. He could hear the distant roars of dragons and see their majestic forms soaring through the night sky. It was a cruel reminder of what he did not possess, a reminder that left him with a profound sense of despair.
His days were filled with rigorous training and duties befitting a Calareon. He would join his family on sailing expeditions, where they would journey across the Summer Sea, exploring distant lands and forging alliances. Yet, even amidst the beauty of the open sea, Saeryos felt a void within him, an emptiness that could only be filled by the presence of a dragon at his side.
The only solace he did find on the sea was during the storms. When storms rolled in from the sea, instead of staying inside one of the cabins on the ship, the young Calareon took to the deck alongside the sailors. Soaring atop the crest of a wave, the lightning and rain pelting his flesh made him feel alive. It was chaos and he revelled in it. At this point in time, it was the nearest thing he could have that might be like riding upon the back of fire made flesh.
As the years passed, Saeryos watched his family's influence wane. The Valcorans had risen in power, and the failed attack on Taeron Valcoran had cost the Calareons dearly, claiming the lives of two of their fully grown dragons. The winds of change were blowing through Valyria, and Saeryos feared that his family's decline might soon become irreversible.
It was a sombre evening in the Calareon estate when Saeryos received the devastating news that his beloved mother had passed away, twelve years after the loss of his father and uncle. A figure of grace and wisdom had been taken from them by a treacherous poison. As the family gathered in mourning, the second son couldn’t help but wonder if this tragedy was somehow connected to the events that had happened before. The loss of his mother added another weight upon his shoulders, and he swore to uncover the truth behind his mother’s untimely demise.
Despite the growing uncertainty, Saeryos remained loyal to the Calareon banner. The Malchoran and Beraeris families, longtime allies, still stood by them, but the question lingered in the air: would this loyalty endure in the face of shifting fortunes? In the midst of these challenges, Saeryos found solace in the company of his friends and allies. He would often gather with them in the grand halls of the Calareon estate, regaling them with tales of his sparring matches and sailing adventures. It was during these moments that he could momentarily set aside his despair and revel in the camaraderie of those who believed in him.
There was, however, one quirk about Saeryos that those close to him knew all too well: he detested nuts. It was a peculiar aversion that often sparked playful banter among his friends, a small idiosyncrasy in the grand tapestry of his life.
Later Years
As Saeryos Calareon stood at the crossroads of his destiny, he was acutely aware of the need to bond with a dragon, to secure his place in the family's storied history. The future of House Calareon was uncertain, and his journey to rise above the despair of his unfulfilled destiny had only just begun. He swore that he’d find a way to bond with a dragon, spending much time with the curators of the house.
Current Location
Year of Birth
4823 AD
27 Years old
Family
Children
Aligned Organization
Saeryos Calareon
Strength
0
Dexterity
+3
Intelligence
0
Wisdom
+2
Charisma
0
Strength
0
Dexterity
+3
Intelligence
0
Wisdom
+2
Charisma
0
