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Unknown. It has been at least a year and a half since Six “awoke” in the Lower District, and subsequently left for the Deep Urban. For how long he had existed before then is unclear.
Gender:>
Six was designed in the visage of a 12 year-old boy, and for most intensive purposes, he is the mental, physical, and emotional equivalent of a boy of that age as well.
Nationality:>
Highly-advanced android built to resemble a caucasian male. Six is fully aware of what he is, and somehow knows that there are no others that are the same as him. If there were, then he’d be more than happy to meet and befriend them.
Occupation:>
His functions before he awoke in the Lower District is entirely unknown to Six, as is almost all other memories of that time. However, he knows things that he has no right to know, such as an innate ability to repurpose tech, extreme familiarity with Paradiso itself, and an overwhelming sense of dread that compels him to stay away from other people. If anything, it seems to be features left over on purpose from whomever had “released” him.
Place of Residence:>
Six lives in a storm shelter that he reclaimed after his exodus from the Lower District. It lies in an old suburbia on the very edge of Paradiso, long ago abandoned by the people who had once considered it home. Six has since made it his home, and though it isn’t exactly spacious, it suits him just fine. He’s scrounged and scavenged through many of the other empty houses, and brought much of the interesting things back to the shelter. This includes old televisions that he’s tinkered with to bring back to working order, video game consoles that are played with archaic controllers, and other various hardware that hasn’t been seen in Paradiso proper in countless years. It more or less looks like a tiny workshop with tools, parts and bits scattered here and there, without much of any organization. There are also plenty of comic books lying around, rummaged by Six from dozens of children’s rooms. The very idea of a superhero has always been very appealing to Six, and he’s spent a considerable amount of time imagining what it would be like to fight against evil and protect those who are defenseless. It was this very concept that made him venture forth away from the home that he had made for himself into Paradiso itself. He’s come to the conclusion that if he can’t help himself then he’d only end up unknowingly harming innocent people, and he wasn’t about to let himself become the villain, by intention or not.
Now, Six doesn’t really have a home, only the clothes on his back and the items that he can carry with him. He’s leaving behind everything that he actually knows, and there are very few who would fully appreciate how significant that is for someone who can remember so little of his own past. Once he has finished fixing whatever is wrong with himself, there’s a part of him that wants to return to the storm shelter on the edge of the world. On the other hand, there’s also an equal part of him who wants to find a new place to live, only this time surrounded by people who he can proudly call friends. And that is probably Six’s ultimate intention, to never be alone again and to find a place where he can truly belong.
Now, Six doesn’t really have a home, only the clothes on his back and the items that he can carry with him. He’s leaving behind everything that he actually knows, and there are very few who would fully appreciate how significant that is for someone who can remember so little of his own past. Once he has finished fixing whatever is wrong with himself, there’s a part of him that wants to return to the storm shelter on the edge of the world. On the other hand, there’s also an equal part of him who wants to find a new place to live, only this time surrounded by people who he can proudly call friends. And that is probably Six’s ultimate intention, to never be alone again and to find a place where he can truly belong.
Cybernetics:>
Six is an android, so every part of him is synthetically made. However, even he isn’t sure what he is entirely sure what his limits are, no more than an average human would have any idea how their organs truly function. He possesses extremely advanced pain receptors, giving him a true sense of being in the world that he now inhabits. Bright lights make him wince, if he runs for a long period of time then he’ll become exhausted, nanotechnology that has been intricately woven into his systems can even mend minor wounds over a lengthy period of time, and enough pain can even potentially debilitate him. Whoever designed him did so with the intention to make him as human as possible, and for that, Six is more than grateful. Knowing that someone cared enough to offer him the opportunity to experience the many wonders of the world fills him with a certain reassurance that he would have otherwise lacked. Even so, Six stands superior when compared to a baseline human boy in most regards, including perception, reflexes, and durability. However, Six’s true potential is probably largely unknown, as evidenced by the events surrounding him when he first became aware and the periods of time where he isn’t sure where he has been or what he has done. At the present moment, it’s likely impossible to truly know what he is capable of.
Biography:>
A ghost in the machine; memories of a life that never was, drowning in a swirling dream of broken images and obscured shadows. Whenever Six closes his eyes, his thoughts flash before him so fast that he can barely make them out, but a few stop for just long enough that he can make them out. One is that of an older man, gray in his hair, with a kindly smile. Six always sees him wearing a long coat made of white, surrounded by bright flashing lights and computers. Those details… they never mattered much to Six, for whenever the man appears in his mind’s eye, for whatever reason, Six feels safe. The man would often speak to him, the words always too muffled to hear, yet Six believes that it must be like a father talking to his son. The other is that of a young girl that looks similar to him, only that she is actually a human. He can recall being very close to her, playing games and having fun, but her name is unknown to him, just the same as the kindly man. Many of his memories remain fragmented like that, and it’s totally unclear if they are real or not. Six keeps them repressed when he can, steering away from the overbearing confusion and pushing onward to face the current struggles that he must now face against.
When he became aware for the first time, it was in an unknown location, dark and so different from all the broken memories that he was able to call back upon. Six was on top of a man, knees on their chest, and the first things that Six noticed was the man’s bluish lips, eyes bulging out, with his hands wrapped around the man’s throat. The room was a mess. Stolen computers and hardware, as well as black market cybernetics, all destroyed or in disrepair, clearly the signs of a major struggle. There was blood splattered on the walls as Six found other bodies that had suffered far grislier fates than the man that now laid before him, and Six had absolutely no recollection of it. Why he was there, why so many people were dead… and whether or not it was all by his hand, Six truly had no idea. He’d never wish harm against anyone else, or he thought as much. He was sure of nothing, and with a thousand other thoughts racing through his head, Six didn’t know what else to do other than to run, and so he did, never looking back.
Just as he couldn’t remember things that he should have, he also knew things that he shouldn’t have. He was already aware of the potential danger that he’d likely be in if seen, and while he was confused when it came to the situation that he now found himself in, he had an existing knowledge of how to survive and what exactly he had to do next. He strangely knew the streets of Paradiso like the back of his hand, even though he shouldn’t have, and he knew which backstreets and alleyways to take to avoid attention, all with one destination in mind- the Deep Urban. It was an overbearing feeling to get to safety under any circumstances possible, and Six didn’t have it think about it at all. It was all oddly instinctual.
As he found himself wandering the streets of the Deep Urban, Six learned that the hooded sweatshirt that he had gained a hold of was enough to conceal his identity, especially when those lived there were far more concerned with disease, death, and poverty to pay a stranger any mind. Even so, Six desperately wanted to help the people that he past, but he knew that there was nothing that he could do for them; an invisible hand urged him along into safety, away from anything that could possibly do him harm. Finally, he came upon the very fringes, a collection of husks that were the remnants of what once was called suburbia, visible relics of a bygone age. After walking among these abandoned houses, Six eventually came upon a communal storm shelter, where it once gave the people who had once lived there safety and protection. It would now offer him the isolation that he strangely desired, and so he chose it as his home on the very edge of the world.
It proved to be a lonely existence, and Six would have wished for nothing more than to have friends to share his experiences with, but the feeling that had led him to his isolation managed to persevere and he stayed where he was. Six eventually explored many of the houses that were still standing and founded a variety of different things that filled the void that was created from living all alone. Action figures, comic books, video games, and other antiques filled Six with a sense of wonder and awe. Even though Six found great enjoyment out of these relics as he filled the storm shelter with them, it still didn’t completely cure his sense of loneliness, but he was grateful that live in peace. However, that peace wasn’t long to last.
It began suddenly and without any warning. Stretches of time passing that Six couldn’t account for… things that he couldn’t remember. He’d close his eyes for one second and the next he’d find himself in a place where he had never been to before, several days passing without any recollection of what had happened in between. He knew that he must have been remotely hacked, or there was something sinister within him, lying in wait to take control of his body at a moment’s notice. Either possibility was unsettling for Six who eschewed violence in any form, ever since the day that he had awoken in the Lower District. He didn’t want what had happened there to ever take place again. Six still balked at the idea of leaving his new home behind- he was afraid and scared, yet he knew he had to work his way past such feelings. Just the notion that he could be potentially hurting more people without even knowing of it was just too much for him to bear. So he gathered what few belongings that he had procured for himself, and took off towards the Lower District, with every intent to stop whatever is happening to him.
When he became aware for the first time, it was in an unknown location, dark and so different from all the broken memories that he was able to call back upon. Six was on top of a man, knees on their chest, and the first things that Six noticed was the man’s bluish lips, eyes bulging out, with his hands wrapped around the man’s throat. The room was a mess. Stolen computers and hardware, as well as black market cybernetics, all destroyed or in disrepair, clearly the signs of a major struggle. There was blood splattered on the walls as Six found other bodies that had suffered far grislier fates than the man that now laid before him, and Six had absolutely no recollection of it. Why he was there, why so many people were dead… and whether or not it was all by his hand, Six truly had no idea. He’d never wish harm against anyone else, or he thought as much. He was sure of nothing, and with a thousand other thoughts racing through his head, Six didn’t know what else to do other than to run, and so he did, never looking back.
Just as he couldn’t remember things that he should have, he also knew things that he shouldn’t have. He was already aware of the potential danger that he’d likely be in if seen, and while he was confused when it came to the situation that he now found himself in, he had an existing knowledge of how to survive and what exactly he had to do next. He strangely knew the streets of Paradiso like the back of his hand, even though he shouldn’t have, and he knew which backstreets and alleyways to take to avoid attention, all with one destination in mind- the Deep Urban. It was an overbearing feeling to get to safety under any circumstances possible, and Six didn’t have it think about it at all. It was all oddly instinctual.
As he found himself wandering the streets of the Deep Urban, Six learned that the hooded sweatshirt that he had gained a hold of was enough to conceal his identity, especially when those lived there were far more concerned with disease, death, and poverty to pay a stranger any mind. Even so, Six desperately wanted to help the people that he past, but he knew that there was nothing that he could do for them; an invisible hand urged him along into safety, away from anything that could possibly do him harm. Finally, he came upon the very fringes, a collection of husks that were the remnants of what once was called suburbia, visible relics of a bygone age. After walking among these abandoned houses, Six eventually came upon a communal storm shelter, where it once gave the people who had once lived there safety and protection. It would now offer him the isolation that he strangely desired, and so he chose it as his home on the very edge of the world.
It proved to be a lonely existence, and Six would have wished for nothing more than to have friends to share his experiences with, but the feeling that had led him to his isolation managed to persevere and he stayed where he was. Six eventually explored many of the houses that were still standing and founded a variety of different things that filled the void that was created from living all alone. Action figures, comic books, video games, and other antiques filled Six with a sense of wonder and awe. Even though Six found great enjoyment out of these relics as he filled the storm shelter with them, it still didn’t completely cure his sense of loneliness, but he was grateful that live in peace. However, that peace wasn’t long to last.
It began suddenly and without any warning. Stretches of time passing that Six couldn’t account for… things that he couldn’t remember. He’d close his eyes for one second and the next he’d find himself in a place where he had never been to before, several days passing without any recollection of what had happened in between. He knew that he must have been remotely hacked, or there was something sinister within him, lying in wait to take control of his body at a moment’s notice. Either possibility was unsettling for Six who eschewed violence in any form, ever since the day that he had awoken in the Lower District. He didn’t want what had happened there to ever take place again. Six still balked at the idea of leaving his new home behind- he was afraid and scared, yet he knew he had to work his way past such feelings. Just the notion that he could be potentially hurting more people without even knowing of it was just too much for him to bear. So he gathered what few belongings that he had procured for himself, and took off towards the Lower District, with every intent to stop whatever is happening to him.
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Daeron Targaryen
[ ⚔ ]House
Targaryen (Greens)
[ ⚔ ]Reputation
- Son to King Viserys Targaryen, and young brother to Aegon and Aemond
- Capable with a sword, though not as skilled as his brother Aemond
- Known to be one of the more talented dragon riders, though his skill hasn't been tested in war
- Popular among both highborn and smallfolk for his friendliness and generosity
- Also noted to be daring, clever, and handsome
- Fiercely loyal to his brothers
- Attracts many people to him, due to his amiable and charismatic personality
- Is honorable, humble, and sees value in keeping his word
- Currently a ward in Oldtown, serving as squire and cupbearer to Lord Ormund Hightower
- Would prefer a peaceful end, but is ready to fight if need be
[ ⚔ ]Appearance and Character
Like his brothers, Daeron has the coloring of the blood of the dragon, allowing none to question whether or not he's a true Targaryen. Not only his he the youngest of Viserys' sons, he's also the smallest, standing a full head shorter than his brother Aemond, however, Daeron still may find himself surpassing Aemond in height if he manages a growth spurt in the next few years. Despite being thin, Daeron is far from sickly, as he's both nimble and quick, much more so than either one of his brothers. As such, he's very physically active, partaking in footraces, sparring with swords, horse riding, and above all else, soaring through the skies on his dragon Tessarion, in which nothing else can compare. A handsome, courteous, and clever boy, Daeron is often considered the most popular of the three sons of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower. Likewise, he could also be described as being the most gentle, honorable, and daring among his brothers, though he has constantly been relegated to growing up in their shadow, and thus has become much more accustomed to receiving orders than giving them.
Daeron has dark violet eyes, like the dragonlords of old, and they can often appear to be black in certain lighting. His eyes can give off an air of determination and steadfast resoluteness that could potentially translate into tangible actions, should the boy ever cast off the overbearing personalities of his brothers and come into his own. Still, Daeron can be both gregarious and charming, enough that he never found it particularly difficult to surround himself with friends or to gain capable allies. He's no schemer and finds it difficult to be even slightly devious, as he was never one who was ever able to tell very believable lies, and often found it far more easier to be honest instead, even if it happened to weigh heavy on the listener. His face has striking, sharp features that complement his shoulder-length silver-gold hair that he inherited from his father, lending himself to be quite popular with girls, though this doesn't stop him from being nervous around most of them. The only females that he's truly comfortable around is that of his mother, sister, and dragon, and if you were to ask Daeron which of those he likes the best, it would probably be Tessarion, without a second thought.
Even if his personality clashes with that of his brothers, there's no question that he'll remain loyal to the both of them. He values the concept of keeping his word and being honest, whereas he does possess many great ambitions, none of them are related to ever sitting the Iron Throne. For better and for worse, he has grown up with them, and they are the brothers that he knows, as opposed to the half-sister who openly despises his existence, even if it's mostly due to the ongoing actions of other people. He held no inherent hatred for his cousins other than the rivalry that was instigated by others in the very beginning. However, actions on both sides inevitably led him to place actual distance between himself and his cousins, but he would still be satisfied by a peaceful conclusion in the end, given that his place in the line of succession allows him other interests beyond those associated with the Iron Throne itself. Such concerns may seem trivial and out of place for the boy that he is, but with war coming, it will certainly become an inescapable reality.
Daeron has dark violet eyes, like the dragonlords of old, and they can often appear to be black in certain lighting. His eyes can give off an air of determination and steadfast resoluteness that could potentially translate into tangible actions, should the boy ever cast off the overbearing personalities of his brothers and come into his own. Still, Daeron can be both gregarious and charming, enough that he never found it particularly difficult to surround himself with friends or to gain capable allies. He's no schemer and finds it difficult to be even slightly devious, as he was never one who was ever able to tell very believable lies, and often found it far more easier to be honest instead, even if it happened to weigh heavy on the listener. His face has striking, sharp features that complement his shoulder-length silver-gold hair that he inherited from his father, lending himself to be quite popular with girls, though this doesn't stop him from being nervous around most of them. The only females that he's truly comfortable around is that of his mother, sister, and dragon, and if you were to ask Daeron which of those he likes the best, it would probably be Tessarion, without a second thought.
Even if his personality clashes with that of his brothers, there's no question that he'll remain loyal to the both of them. He values the concept of keeping his word and being honest, whereas he does possess many great ambitions, none of them are related to ever sitting the Iron Throne. For better and for worse, he has grown up with them, and they are the brothers that he knows, as opposed to the half-sister who openly despises his existence, even if it's mostly due to the ongoing actions of other people. He held no inherent hatred for his cousins other than the rivalry that was instigated by others in the very beginning. However, actions on both sides inevitably led him to place actual distance between himself and his cousins, but he would still be satisfied by a peaceful conclusion in the end, given that his place in the line of succession allows him other interests beyond those associated with the Iron Throne itself. Such concerns may seem trivial and out of place for the boy that he is, but with war coming, it will certainly become an inescapable reality.
[ ⚔ ]History
Late in 114 AC, Daeron was born the youngest son and child of King Viserys I Targaryen and his second wife, Queen Alicent Hightower. He was born shortly after his half-sister Rhaenyra's eldest son, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, prompting the king to give the two babes to the same wet nurse in an attempt to prevent a similar enmity between the two boys that existed with both of their mothers. The king's hope would ultimately be in vain, as Daeron grew up as a bitter rival to Rhaenyra's children just like his older siblings, though it was less to do with his own personal disdain for his cousins, since he truly lacked any, and more a desire to emulate his brothers and others around him. While Daeron and his older siblings were forced to spend time with their cousins (i.e. attending the same feasts, and occasionally training at arms or studying with a maester together), it only proved to intensify the rivalry between them. In 120 AC, when Daeron was nearly six years of age, his brother-in-law, Ser Laenor Velaryon, died. Daeron accompanied his parents and siblings to Driftmark to attend the funeral. An altercation occurred between Prince Aemond and his cousins when he attempted to secretly tame Vhagar, ending with Aemond losing an eye to Prince Lucerys. Although Daeron hadn't been involved in the fight, he still remained an impressionable child, and the news of his brother losing an eye to his cousins only steeled himself against them, becoming a distance that he would continue to maintain to the present.
By the age of six, and shortly after the debacle at Driftmark, Daeron was given a dragon by his father, though truth be told, it would be some time before he worked up the courage to ride her. It would be the first time where he was able to work his way out of his shell and form an identity outside of being the youngest son of the king, and soon enough, he took to the skies with Tessarion. Others soon noted how strong of a bond that the two soon shared, and when they flew through the skies, nearly no one could ever hope to touch them, showing all the innate skill that Daeron possessed when it came to riding his dragon. Still, the inexperience was clearly there, especially when it came to warfare, in which neither dragon nor rider had any. It's doubtful such thoughts go through a young boy's head, with Daeron not having a care in the world whenever he flies over the Red Keep or beyond the waters of Blackwater Bay, far into the Narrow Sea. Being a dragon rider has given a boy of his age far more mobility than anyone can possibility imagine; a fact that he has fully taken advantage of. He relishes the idea of going to new places and the opportunity that has been given to him to see the world, and has been all over Westeros as a result. However, his father limited Daeron's riding to only within Westeros itself, if only for his own safety. Daeron could never fathom how he could ever be in any danger with Tessarion at his side, but if nothing else he's always been a dutiful boy, and he obeyed his father's wishes.
Beyond riding Tessarion, Daeron has inherently always been an adventurous lad, never being one to sit still and ending the day being so filthy that he was often unrecognizable. He's explored most of the Red Keep, all of its rooms, and even the hidden escape tunnels placed there by Maegor the Cruel himself, though he still has been unable to find them all. He was never against dragging other noble-born lads that were often paired with him on these adventures, forming the bonds of friendship that he's so good at. His amiability has led him to being considered the most popular of his brothers, which isn't much, given who he shares his blood with. His generosity and kindness has made him a favorite among many, along with his tendency to look for the good in people, which may make him far too trusting. He's found himself surrounded by people who are drawn to him for these very traits, and he even finds himself to be quite popular with the smallfolk, largely due to his friendliness and charisma.
As King Viserys' health began to decline, Daeron's mother and the supporters of his elder brother Aegon began to prepare for the inevitability of his death and the actions that would need to be taken in the moments after. So it was decided, when Daeron came to be 12 years of age, that he would serve as a cupbearer and squire to Lord Ormund Hightower, his mother Alicent's cousin, in Oldtown. It was clearly machinations made by Daeron's mother and grandfather, to send Daeron away to the relative safety of the Reach, far from the capital and potential fallout that would likely ensure. Of course, the hidden meanings of such a move was wasted on a 12 year old, and Daeron was more excited to just go to Oldtown and the Hightower, in which he had only been a few times before. He's worked on many skills that are expected of a boy of his highbirth while in Oldtown, with his skill with a blade is more than capable after training for years with his brothers and the royal master-at-arms, but still remains a far cry from his brother Aemond or uncle Daemon. The same is true when it comes to being on a horse, though Daeron would be the first to tell you that he'd be much more comfortable riding Tessarion instead. Beyond his official duties as squire and cupbearer, he's managed to enjoy all the trappings that exist within Oldtown, becoming truly drunk for the first time in his thirteenth year. Daeron is in his element when he's in Oldtown, with new places to explore, so many different sights to see, and countless new friends.
With his father's death in 129 AC, such frivolities of his youth are about to come to an end, as the storm of war is about to sweep over all of Westeros. It goes without saying that Daeron is fiercely loyal to his brothers, and will defend Aegon's right to the throne to the very end, even if a small part of him knows that it was his father who had wanted Rhaenyra to succeed him instead. He would prefer a peaceful resolution to this crisis if at all possible, but even Daeron knows, as gullible as he often is, that the old wounds that are reopening will never allow that to happen. In either case, Daeron remains prepared to bring peace to Westeros, if he can find a way to do so with minimal bloodshed.
By the age of six, and shortly after the debacle at Driftmark, Daeron was given a dragon by his father, though truth be told, it would be some time before he worked up the courage to ride her. It would be the first time where he was able to work his way out of his shell and form an identity outside of being the youngest son of the king, and soon enough, he took to the skies with Tessarion. Others soon noted how strong of a bond that the two soon shared, and when they flew through the skies, nearly no one could ever hope to touch them, showing all the innate skill that Daeron possessed when it came to riding his dragon. Still, the inexperience was clearly there, especially when it came to warfare, in which neither dragon nor rider had any. It's doubtful such thoughts go through a young boy's head, with Daeron not having a care in the world whenever he flies over the Red Keep or beyond the waters of Blackwater Bay, far into the Narrow Sea. Being a dragon rider has given a boy of his age far more mobility than anyone can possibility imagine; a fact that he has fully taken advantage of. He relishes the idea of going to new places and the opportunity that has been given to him to see the world, and has been all over Westeros as a result. However, his father limited Daeron's riding to only within Westeros itself, if only for his own safety. Daeron could never fathom how he could ever be in any danger with Tessarion at his side, but if nothing else he's always been a dutiful boy, and he obeyed his father's wishes.
Beyond riding Tessarion, Daeron has inherently always been an adventurous lad, never being one to sit still and ending the day being so filthy that he was often unrecognizable. He's explored most of the Red Keep, all of its rooms, and even the hidden escape tunnels placed there by Maegor the Cruel himself, though he still has been unable to find them all. He was never against dragging other noble-born lads that were often paired with him on these adventures, forming the bonds of friendship that he's so good at. His amiability has led him to being considered the most popular of his brothers, which isn't much, given who he shares his blood with. His generosity and kindness has made him a favorite among many, along with his tendency to look for the good in people, which may make him far too trusting. He's found himself surrounded by people who are drawn to him for these very traits, and he even finds himself to be quite popular with the smallfolk, largely due to his friendliness and charisma.
As King Viserys' health began to decline, Daeron's mother and the supporters of his elder brother Aegon began to prepare for the inevitability of his death and the actions that would need to be taken in the moments after. So it was decided, when Daeron came to be 12 years of age, that he would serve as a cupbearer and squire to Lord Ormund Hightower, his mother Alicent's cousin, in Oldtown. It was clearly machinations made by Daeron's mother and grandfather, to send Daeron away to the relative safety of the Reach, far from the capital and potential fallout that would likely ensure. Of course, the hidden meanings of such a move was wasted on a 12 year old, and Daeron was more excited to just go to Oldtown and the Hightower, in which he had only been a few times before. He's worked on many skills that are expected of a boy of his highbirth while in Oldtown, with his skill with a blade is more than capable after training for years with his brothers and the royal master-at-arms, but still remains a far cry from his brother Aemond or uncle Daemon. The same is true when it comes to being on a horse, though Daeron would be the first to tell you that he'd be much more comfortable riding Tessarion instead. Beyond his official duties as squire and cupbearer, he's managed to enjoy all the trappings that exist within Oldtown, becoming truly drunk for the first time in his thirteenth year. Daeron is in his element when he's in Oldtown, with new places to explore, so many different sights to see, and countless new friends.
With his father's death in 129 AC, such frivolities of his youth are about to come to an end, as the storm of war is about to sweep over all of Westeros. It goes without saying that Daeron is fiercely loyal to his brothers, and will defend Aegon's right to the throne to the very end, even if a small part of him knows that it was his father who had wanted Rhaenyra to succeed him instead. He would prefer a peaceful resolution to this crisis if at all possible, but even Daeron knows, as gullible as he often is, that the old wounds that are reopening will never allow that to happen. In either case, Daeron remains prepared to bring peace to Westeros, if he can find a way to do so with minimal bloodshed.
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'If you’re having fun without me, then you’re not really having fun'
Character Age:
12
Character Gender:
Male
Character Race:
Fire Islands (Jemmu’s father is of the Fire Islands and his mother is of the Earth Kingdom)
Bending:
Jemmu is a Firebender, and an exceptionally proficient one at that, especially when considering his young age. Ever since he manifested his first embers as a toddler, he’s been under the tutelage of his father Zhou Hongza, “The One-Eyed Dragon”. Given his current level of skill and talent, it would be fairly easy to label Jemmu as a prodigy, but that would be painting a mostly incomplete picture. There were many aspects of Firebending that Jemmu initially struggled with, but he was fortunate enough to have a master Firebender to help guide him through much of it. Of course, while there’s nothing to dispute that he’s clearly naturally talented; there’s also no way that he’d be as advanced as he is now with bending if he hadn’t put in the years upon years of training with his father. He’s proud of the significant progress he has made, especially considering that he’s one of the few people that can comfortably keep up with his father during most of their more intensive training sessions. Regardless, he still has a lot to improve and it will be a long time before he’s considered a master bender like his father.
Skills:
- Swordsmanship: Jemmu’s new found skill with a blade is almost entirely an extension of his Firebending training under his father. What he has been taught is to use it to augment his fire and flames, and to seamlessly integrate it in the martial arts that make up the core of his Firebending.
- Parkour: Having lived his entire life within Si Wong City, there is a barely an inch of the city that Jemmu isn’t extremely familiar with. It was just the natural progression of his childhood to climb structures and buildings until he realized it was faster to travel by rooftop than the streets below.
- Pai Sho: Pai Sho is Jemmu’s father’s favorite game, so he had plenty of exposure to it while growing up. He also played against his father plenty of times, when his father wanted to emphasize nurturing a strong mind and strategy. It was just an inevitability that he would eventually become rather good at it. Jemmu even occasionally plays against others for money, though both his father and mother disapprove of him doing that.
- Gregarious: Jemmu has always been a people person, and in this regard he is much more like his mother than his father. He has always made friends quickly and easily, and he would always make a great effort to turn an enemy into an ally if he could. An extension of this is that he’d be totally lost in complete solitude, and despises the thought of spending any considerable amount of time alone.
Weaknesses:
- Naive: Jemmu is young, thereby lacking the life experiences that many other people have. He just doesn’t have a reason to not trust people at face value, and could be easily taken advantage of by anyone who saw the opportunity. His insistence to see the good in people is going to be exploited one day in the future.
- Impatient: Never one to wait silently on the sidelines, Jemmu has developed a bad habit of rushing into things before fully thinking them through. This is possibly most prevalent in his Firebending; if he sees an opening, he’ll rush to take advantage of it, likely overexposing himself in the process. His father has attempted to teach him to be more thoughtful, but this has largely fallen on deaf ears.
Posessions:
- Firebending Sword: A gift from his father, the blade of this shortsword is made with a highly conductible and combustible metal that makes it perfect for use in many different Firebending styles. The blade can be ignited, and the flames can be manipulated in a much more directed way. Exceptionally deadly in a variety of combat situations.
- Pai Sho Set: Another gift, this time from both his parents. Kept in a pouch, these pieces were expertly carved and commissioned especially for Jemmu.
Biography:
Jemmu’s birth coincided with the summer solstice, an important date for the people of the Fire Islands, and a sign among the superstitious that he would be bound for greatness. However, he was born in Si Wong City, ensuring that his birth would also be met with celebration, albeit under much different circumstances. His father was Zhou Hongza, “The One-Eyed Dragon”, considered to be one of the greatest Firebending masters of the current age, and the de facto leader of the burgeoning Fire Islands minority within Si Wong City. His mother, Tei Li, was a scion of a family that had held considerable influence in Si Wong City ever since its founding, and was a powerful Earthbender in her own right. Their love had developed completely independently of any political machinations, though it still served as a useful alliance between the Earthbending majority and the Firebending minority. Jemmu’s closeness with his mother had always resulted in a very strong relationship, whereas his paternal relationship was much more tenuous in nature. Jemmu was fun-loving, extroverted, and loud. His father was the polar opposite - serious, reserved, and quiet. Oddly enough, despite being father and son, they had nothing in common… except for Firebending. The ability to bond as father and son was ultimately replaced with a stalwart relationship between master and student. Initially disappointed, Jemmu eventually grew to be happy that they could truly communicate through the sacred art of Firebending.
Despite being part of a prominent family and a capable bender, Tei Li shifted much of her focus in raising her son. In nearly all respects, Tei Li was a kind and caring mother. Yet, if Jemmu was ever caught misbehaving, she was fully capable of transforming into a saber-toothed moose lion in an instance. For this very reason, there was no one else that Jemmu loved or feared more than his own mother. However, despite his mother’s swift discipline, Jemmu was the type of mischievous child that never seemed to learn. It wasn’t long at all before Teil Li put Jemmu to work in the family’s flower shop to earn his weekly allowance. It was definitely no exaggeration to say that she worked her son to the bone, mostly to help keep him out of trouble. It worked, to a certain point, but Jemmu somehow still found the time to embroil himself in all kinds of trouble, regardless.
Indeed, Jemmu often found ways to wrangle others into his many misadventures - considering that he never found it especially difficult to befriend others. Jemmu’s extroverted nature allowed him to not discriminate when it came to those that he made friends with. From those belonging to the upper echelons of Si Wong City like himself to those at the bottom, it made very little difference to Jemmu. In either case, he was almost always the natural leader of these groups. Starting from the time that he was a small child, Jemmu had always been well-known throughout Si Wong City - often for all the wrong reasons. Of course, Jemmu always found a way to drag his friends into many of his countless escapades. It was rare for any of them to ever complain since Jemmu usually found a way to make any adventure fun, even if it ended up blowing up in his face at the end. Without a doubt, the positive personality that Jemmu exhibited upon others was highly infectious.
It went without saying that Jemmu was quite easy going in regards to most aspects of his life. All except for the art of Firebending. Jemmu’s passion for it wasn’t equaled by almost anything else, and so it remained one of the few things in the world that he actually took seriously. After all, it was the one common language that he was able to share with his father. Even his own mother couldn’t quite understand, given that she was an Earthbender. Jemmu had obviously trained with and against several other Firebenders many times before, and it just wasn’t the same. It always lacked the same intensity and chemistry that Jemmu and his father had built up over the many years. After all, Jemmu had been training with his father from that time that he was barely more than a toddler. The training itself wasn’t easy, nor was it intended to be, constantly challenging body, mind, and spirit. From time to time, other Firebenders had attempted to train with Zhou and Jemmu, but it was rare for them to last long. Others that did study under Zhou were often given a more manageable regimen. The level of Firebending training performed on a daily basis by Jemmu and his father is practically on an entirely different level than almost anywhere else within Si Wong City.
More recently, Zhou’s training of Jemmu has taken a slightly different route, involving the craft of integrating weapons in the martial arts of Firebending (most notably spears and swords). At first, this was a hurdle for Jemmu, considering that he simply wasn’t used to adding anything else to his martial arts than the fires that he can conjure. Eventually, he came to favor the sword, and it truly became an extension of his arm, though just like with Firebending Jemmu was still a far cry from being a true master like his father. Upon attaining proficiency, it wasn’t long until his father gifted him a custom sword, made with a highly conductible metal that made it perfect to use when bending fire. Jemmu was deeply honored by the gift, and it still remains his most precious possession. Additionally, it adds an entirely new layer to Jemmu and his father’s routine sparring matches. At first, Jemmu couldn’t keep up with his father for longer than a single minute, truly a testament to the incredible abilities of his father. However, after years of training, along with considerable progression of his own Firebending, Jemmu has been able to inch his way into having truly amazing Firebending bouts with his father. After all these years, just watching Jemmu’s overall progress with Firebending has been a truly humbling experience for Zhou.
Many Firebenders use their rage and anger to augment their bending, though Zhou ultimately rejected this, and passed these lessons down to his son, Jemmu. The focus instead lies within the incredible willpower that Firebending should inhibit, most purely represented by the ‘internal fire’ from within to fully accomplish desires and ambitions. Instead of destruction, fire is life, to be harnessed with the utmost care. It is also passion, to be used to protect the people and values that you care the most about. There is a pathway for Firebending to promote peace and not war. Zhou’s legacy is to push this philosophy, and Jemmu is completely dedicated to it as well. At the end of the day, Jemmu is just a goofy kid who likes to have fun like any other, having learned Firebending to be able to connect on a deeper level with his father. At the same time, he is well aware that his skills as a Firebender can be used to protect his family, friends, and Si Wong City, all of which are deeply important to him. If the day ever comes in which he’d have to sacrifice to protect any of those, he’d do so without a second thought.
Supporting Cast:
Zhou Hongza: Jemmu’s father. A member of the once-powerful Hongza clan, Zhou’s extraordinary talents as a masterful Firebender was noted throughout the Fire Islands even back then. He was an aggressive and violent young man, relishing the opportunity to fight in the endless wars that were constantly being waged throughout the Fire Islands. The political climate of the Fire Islands is always extremely turbulent, and it was only a matter of time before the Hongza clan fell to tragedy. Zhou remained one of the few survivors, and the circumstances were such that he was forced to flee from his home. He was now angrier than ever, becoming a mercenary to fight primarily under the banner of Ba Sing Se. It was after a near-death experience that Zhou finally had an epiphany and the weight of the destruction of his family finally came over him. He realized how senseless and pointless war truly was, and he began to travel throughout the world to find himself a worthy purpose. He began to meditate with the Air Nomads at various Air Temples, becoming quite receptive to their philosophy of nonviolence. He was directed to Si Wong City after much time with the Air Nomads, encouraged by a city that was a melting pot of all the differing cultures. He chose to finally set down roots there, and became close to Tei Li, who soon became his wife and mother to Jemmu. From there, he became the de facto leader of the Fire Islands minority in Si Wong City, and remains a loud proponent for peace and opponent of senseless violence.
Tei Li: Jemmu’s mother. Tei Li belongs to one of the most prominent Earthbending families within Si Wong City, and even a prominent ancestor was a companion to Avatar Si Wong. She was tasked with helping Zhou Hongza settle within the city after he was vouched for and sponsored by the city’s Air Nomads. Romance eventually blossomed between the two, they married, and Jemmu was born not long after. Their marriage served as a way to bridge the Firending minority and Earthbending majority together. A talented Earthbender in her own right, Tei Li is more than capable of giving her husband and son a good thrashing whenever they warrant it. Also, it is quite beneficial considering she grows nearly all the flowers that she sells in her shop, and Jemmu has spent enough time helping his mother to know how passionate she is about flowers. Jemmu remains very close to his mother, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
An: The dragon of Jemmu’s father. Zhou Hongza was given An as a child and she has remained his constant companion ever since. Like his father, Jemmu has become just as close to An, as a stalwart companion that can always be relied upon.
Old Man Lu: A friend of Jemmu. He calls himself a travelling merchant, but the goods that he sells were clearly illicitly gained, and he seems to be a con artist of some sort. Still, the majority of these illegal activities have gone right over Jemmu’s head. Jemmu has relied on Lu to attain certain Firebending scrolls to train advanced styles that his father had refused to teach him so far. Lu is also a decent Pai Sho player, and was the one who introduced Jemmu to the illegal Pai Sho betting circles in the city. Both his parents have disapproved of his continued association with Lu, but he has mostly ignored their advice so far.
Xu Zheng: A childhood friend of Jemmu. Having known each other since childhood, Xu is often a critical component of whatever Jemmu is doing. As such, if Jemmu is up to any trouble or mischief, then it’s a good bet that Xu is providing the torch to start the fire. Much of Jemmu’s experience at combat against Earthbenders is from his multitude of friendly sparring matches against Xu.
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