Lycoris
Lycoris stands at a mere 5’5”, rather unimpressive by Westerosi standards, with a leanly muscled build. Needless to say, he isn’t the most intimidating of figures, but what lies within remains a far cry from his exterior. He carries himself with the tepid arrogance of a sphinx, despite his very ethnicity marking him an outsider. Most of the time, he is seen draped in elegant robes of red, a sparkling ruby ring that adorning his left hand. Most striking of all, however, is the colour of his hair - as red as fire, contrasting his black, kohl-lined eyes. Amidst the sea of brunettes and blondes, it draws attention to him, perhaps more than he’d like. His facial features are delicate and elfin, dusted with a subtle hint of femininity. Smooth skin is marred by a maze of scars, with a few tattoos lending their presence. There’s a tattoo of a flame branding his forehead, and a smaller, less noticeable one of a teardrop underneath his right eye.“Men made me a slave, but R’hllor set me free.”“Now there’s something to be said about the power of false gods. What good will his prophecies do him when those snarling, winged beasts raze the fields with fire?”
NameLycoris
NicknameThe Red Fox
G E N D E RMale
A G E26
S E X U A L I T YAsexual
Home
FatherSha Lu - A humble fisherman who’d made a living on the shores of Yi Ti, putting to full use of the bountiful waters of the Jade Sea. Lycoris doesn’t remember much about him, save for the scent of sea salt that’d lingered on his skin long after he’d returned from a long day at sea, and the look on his face as marauding slavers drove a pike through his neck.
MotherQing Na - A kind, portly woman who spent her days tending to her children and selling the fish her husband caught at the market. Lycoris remembers peeking out from behind her skirts as she fended off haggling customers. Her fate, however, remains unclear to Lycoris, though he holds little hope in his heart that she still lives.
SiblingsSha Xian - Sha Lu and Qing Na’s first son; died in infancy from an untreated fever.
Sha Ruo - Lycoris’ sister, older than him by five years. With choppy, black locks and crooked teeth from one too many scuffles with the neighbourhood children, she’d been a boisterous child who dreamt of things far beyond her station, at least until her capture by Volantene slavers when she turned fifteen.
ReligionR’hllor
Skills
Strengths- Lycoris is a capable manipulator, and has a knack for subtly influencing others in order to get what he wants.
- Long-term consequences never escape his perception. There isn’t a moment he acts without having thought about how it might affect him in the future.
- As is characteristic of a red priest, Lycoris occasionally finds himself struck with prophetic visions, forecasting events of the past, present, and future. That said, however, these visions are very are often vague or misleading, and it takes no small amount of thought to make sense of them.
- Finally, he’s capable of evoking fire, though it’s only to a minor degree - like kindling a torch or a cold brazier.
Weaknesses- Apart from worshippers of R’hllor, and the particularly open-minded, Lycoris has a hard time getting others to listen to his advice and opinions. Despite the slow and steady passage of time, he finds that Westeros still remains wary of anything close to sorcery.
- He isn’t overtly confrontational, as he’s never received any training in the art of war. He’s really no good in a fight, and you’ll never find him facing down an armoured knight in battle. The only way he can ever hope to win is through underhanded means, which fortunately, is something he has no qualms about.
- When he truly does take an interest in something (or someone), he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about almost everything else. He’s very often obsessive about the things he does, and the people he chooses to follow, so he can be rather inflexible in that regard.
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Mannerisms
Likes- Honeyed pastries
- Intrigue
- Animals
- Jewelry
- Cowardice
- Sunrise
Dislikes- Slavery
- Winter
- Children
- Ignorance
- Westerosi wine
- Ships
Habits- He often finds himself unable to keep still, picking at his scars or fiddling with his robes. Months of being kept in a lightless cellar surrounded by a writhing mass of people instilled in him a sense of restlessness that he hasn’t yet shook off.
- Due to his rather unique upbringing, Lycoris lapses into broken Lysene and Yi Ti’ish in times of extreme emotion.
- He can remain unblinking for extended periods of time. It’s something he’s consciously aware of, contrary to what most people believe.
Hobbies- Horseriding. The rocky cliffs of Storm’s End aren’t exactly conducive for such an activity, though he makes do with following Lord Baratheon around all day.
- Watching jousts. Painfully superficial, but what can you do? It’s almost as if he’s slowly becoming Westerosi.
- Praying. There’s something comforting about knowing that the Lord of Light is watching over you.
Fears- Enclosed spaces - once again due to the time he spent aboard the slave ship.
- Losing everything he’s worked for and having to go back to being a lowly slave.
- Dying. Despite all that he’s gone through, he still fears mortality as much as everyone else.
Digging Deeper
PersonalityAt first glance, Lycoris might seem like someone you could easily befriend. He’s usually affable, polite and good-natured, but that’s only if you have something he needs. Deceptively charming and friendly, he is exceptionally skilled at talking his way out of any and all situations. For all his lies and trickery, however, he is damned good at what he does, and never makes a promise he does not intend to keep. Depending on which day of the week you catch him on, he can either be your best friend or your worst enemy. To his subjects, he’s always cordial, almost sickeningly sweet, giving them exactly what they want, each and every time they come crawling back.
As for those he has no need of, however, they often find themselves put off by his unfriendly exterior. Going from an almost saccharine geniality to a tepid monotone is a specialty of his. He doesn’t abide by anyone’s rules apart from his own, though he’s very good at pretending otherwise, biding his time until he can snatch up the prize. Naturally venomous, aloof, and even distant, he is used to putting on a variety of faces to achieve the means to an end.
While he does surround himself with dark and dangerous people who most certainly do not mean well, and it is no secret that he’d rather serve himself instead of lifting an arm to help others, one should not forget that while Lycoris is a priest of R’hllor, that doesn’t mean that he’s heartless or without morals. He isn’t a cruel man; he does not believe in unnecessary violence towards others. He kills only when necessary, preferring to resort to other measures to achieve his ends.
Interestingly, while he has a rather obnoxious habit of grandstanding, he has very little tolerance of the habit in others. Lycoris, whenever the situation allows it, frequently admonishes others to get to the point. But with a keen wit, a penchant for absurdism, and a horrifyingly macabre streak, you get the sense that he always has a snicker hidden at the corner of his mouth, even if everyone around him is a little afraid to join in.
HistoryLycoris was born Sha He, in a small fishing village right on the edge of Yi Ti. He lived a stable yet unremarkable life as the youngest son of a fisherman and his wife. He’d been a shy, introverted child, often driven to tears as his fiery, red hair marked him as a target of ridicule early on in life. Instead of seeing his unusual hair color for what it was - the result of a recessive gene born from distant Asshai’i relations - the other villagers thought of it as an omen, a warning of turbulent times to come. His family, however, remained steadfast in their support. Many a time, as he waded through the churning, green shallows of the Jade Sea, he dreamt of fleeing Yi Ti, and leaving his life behind. Surely, there had to be something out there for him, far beyond the horizon. He almost believed that nothing could be worse than the whisperings behind his back, and the bruises he got from neighbourhood bullies. Little did he know, however, that there was an opportunity that awaited him, though it came in a form neither he nor anyone else expected.
From the Free Cities came a fleet of slaving ships, intent on pillaging small seaside towns for the young and able-bodied. Lycoris and his sister, Sha Ruo, were among those taken, though they ended up on separate ships, each emblazoned with unique symbols and headed to different destinations. Lycoris didn’t know why or how the slavers came so far; perhaps the slavers were running out of resources on their own continent, or maybe it was just a need to satisfy curiosities about the Golden Empire. Whatever the reason, however, he couldn’t find it in himself to care after he was locked below deck with a mass of shivering, sweating bodies.
Days stretched into weeks, and weeks stretched into months. It seemed like an eternity before the ship finally made its way back to Essos. Lycoris thought it a miracle that he even survived the long, arduous journey. He’d seen with his own two eyes as child after child drop dead in the damp, dark cellar, flies swarming their bodies before the ship’s crew finally got around to dumping them overboard. And then, for the first time in months, he set foot on solid ground, the warm, golden sun beating down on his skin. Of course, none of that distracted him from the cold, iron shackles around his wrists and ankles, nor the appraising gazes of rich men who sought a new slave to add to their collection.
He spent a year as an errand boy to a Lyseni noble, before the man finally grew tired of his reluctance to carry out his tasks. Deciding that he could make a pretty penny selling the boy off to a local brothel - the madames were always looking for fresh meat - he had his seneschal haul Lycoris off to one without delay. He should count himself lucky, he supposed, that he was only there for a month, though he still loathed the experience with every fibre of his being. While passing one of the many Red Temples in Lys, the high priestess saw him, and offered him a new, more respectable life as a servant to R’hllor. Needless to say, he jumped at the opportunity; going back to that dreadful place was the last thing he wanted. The high priestess gave him a new name, in reflection of his new life - Lycoris.
It was a decade later when he finally completed his training. Now a grown man, he was also a priest of R’hllor, a servant to the Lord of Light. The high priestess sent him to Westeros, as an envoy of sorts. For the most part, Westerosi were still reluctant to accept the teachings of R’hllor, and they were going to need more than an army to fend off the Great Other. Thus, Lycoris arrived to new lands and faces, eventually rising in rank to become an unofficial advisor to the Baratheons.
Theme SongFineshrine – Purity Ring“Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you” Extra Stuff-