Real Name: Palegeaus "Stormborn" (self-Chosen to help him remember his parents; but not a rightly claimed title)--of Yingrever
Titles: Third Head of the Dragon; Snow (Though he denounces it); Betrayer; Hollowed Eyes; The Dread Night; Dragonrider; Nightingale Sparrow
House Vassals and Allegiance: Vassals of Yingrever to House Sawick of Riverspring; House Targaryen
Formal Words: "Palgeaus Stormborn First in my name; eating my neck to keep me tame."
Sworn Oath of Fealty: Night's Watch; House Targaryen (Denounced after Fealty to Castle Black); House Yingrever and House Sarwick (Before both Houses fell and Riverspring was given to a new Lord)
Family: {Aegon I Targaryen} - distant ancestor; {Aegon V Targaryen} - double grandfather; {Aerys II Targaryen} - grandfather/granduncle; {Rhaella Targaryen} - grandmother/grandaunt; {Rhaegar Targaryen} - father; {Lyanna Stark} - mother; {Viserys Targaryen} - half-uncle; {Daenerys Targaryen} - half-aunt; {Elia Martell} - grandaunt-in-law; {Rhaenys Targaryen} - niece/first cousin once removed; {Aegon Targaryen} - nephew/first cousin once removed; Maester {Aemon Targaryen} - great-uncle; {Duncan Targaryen} - uncle; {Daeron Targaryen} - uncle
Weapons: Throwing silver knives laced with a sticky flammable liquid when sparked from his rings (thus creating flaming flying daggers); long valaryan steel daggers ejected and fixed into cuffs at both wrists and laced with paralysis poison and can eject further and retract by chained leashes; Retractable blades cuffed and attached to his ankles; occasionally a long blade of obsidian ore; smoke bombs that activate after exposure; acupuncture needles; satchels of poisons, antidotes and rationed treats
Armor: Completely Black Customized Armor suited to fit his expertise needs but bearing the mark of his second name as Nightingale Sparrow (This is not to take on or keep any titles; but to continue his mission for Castle Black under a top secret code)-- Hood and mask of dark leather and silk (hood to help him concentrate to see and mask to filter in clean air from possible smoke attacks); silk cape;. Elemental Resistant suit (meaning safe to a moderate degree of ice, fire, water, and lightening); Each piece is hardened leather-- steal plated with scaled pieces to protect against slashing lacerations--and insulated with bear fur to warn against the bitter cold. There are hidden pockets of coughing-tear gas guarded on the outside of the armor and directed near the vital organs for a quick retaliation to any piercing attack; two golden flint rings on each middle fingers that when sparked, can create flames to coat his flying daggers.
Personality: Wise, logical, believes in equal balance without "good" or "bad" in anything, Patient though born from a once hot-blooded temperament; Sanity-slipping; tends to come off as a bit odd, cold-natured if angry, and suicidal if sad--though not necessarily easily depressed or quick to anger
Strengths: History, Alchemy, Close-Quartered-Combat, Battle Strategies, Old Languages, Philosophy, Depth Perception, Thermal Vision, Warging--"Skinchanging", Fortune Telling, High Tolerance against flames, Moderate Tolerance against the cold/ice, High Tolerance to poisons due to constant exposure; High endurance, flexibility, and speed due to rogue-nature of fighting; Vivid memory and highly accurate vissions
Weaknesses: Strong Lightening; Strong cold/ice; Extremely Strong Green Fire (Wildfire made conventionally); Sleep; immobile during warging--"skinchanging"; Blind essentially; Cannot read unless in carvings or braille; Cooking; Can be effected from sporadic visions that imobile him and sends him speaking in tongues
Likes: Calmness; Peace; Avoidance of the Crown; Freedom; Happiness; Structure; History; Philosophy; Quantum Physics; Alchemy; Learning; Fast Snacks; Beef Jerky; Sweets; Creamed Milk; Berries
Dislikes: Chaos; Vengeance; Gripping Hatred; Slavery; Randomness; Math; Reading; Sour or overly Spicey foods; Tea or any Stimulate that affects the Brain and Heart
Fears: Living alone; Dying without accomplishing something memoriable; Whitewalkers
Personality Song: "Beautiful Crime" by Tamer
The cause of Robert Baratheon's Rebellion was because Rhaegar Stormborn Targaryen, an already married man to Elia Martell of Dorne, kidnapped Lyanna Stark (Robert's betrothed) and tried to keep her for himself. Whether or not Rhaegar and Lyanna were eventually in love, or that Rhaegar only raped her to lay claim was uncertain and scandalous to say the least--which fueled the feud all the more. Lyanna Stark became pregnant during her time of being kidnapped and the labor eventually took her life right when her brother, Ned Stark, came to save her. She had lost too much blood, the child taken from her womb, and the fever from all of it took her completely.
Born during the end of "The Usurper" Robert Baratheon's Rebellion, Palegeaus was the surviving boy from his mother's strenuous labor. He was taken under careful and watchful eye of Lord Varys and his Little Birds to the Free Cities at first. Then there had caught wind of trueblooded Targaryen children being hidden within the same area (Viserys and Daenerys), and so to avoid confusion from Lord Varys's attempts at preserving Targaryen blood and of what dedicated Targaryen Houses wished, he had the small babe transferred to Yingrever that lain Southwest of Riverspring. This was done to ensure a legitimate excuse to check on the boy from time to time as he grew older; because Riverspring was yet another kingdom in close service to the Iron Throne.
House Yingrever adopted the boy under their name publicly and raised him as their own. He was a rebellious youth and quick to anger when growing up--a true violent child with an extremely short temperament. As much as the family tried to love him, they could not protect him from the harsh villagers of the land who mocked of his pale skin and his unknown parents. Of course he lashed out at this; making him all the more angrier as he grew.
The only way to calm him from his furious tantrums was through discipline in training. His first teacher was the young Maester's son, Dracon Yingrever. He had Palegeaus beat by ten years and so he knew a great deal more of teaching to keep the boy satisfied. This lulled into complacency while the Maester of the House, Drake Yingrever, taught Palegeaus the history of each House throughout the Realm. Drake was blind, and believed himself to be too old, so he refused to teach the boy to fight; but he had no qualms with sharpening the boy's young mind.
Then one day around the age of eight the boy decided to ask about his true family. His adopted parents didn't wish to say anything. They were afraid that it may cause more danger than closure. Drake however decided to answer him after many questions. Soon, Palegeaus learned more of the Targaryen family from Drake then anyone else in the land.
Soon after then, a lone traveler entered the village seeking shelter. He asked Palegeaus's adopted family if he could stay the night and they welcomed him into their home. Though; for all their kindness, the stranger revealed himself to be a lasting member of House Blackfyre, a Targaryen House that was believed to have long been eradicated for attempting to overthrow the Stormborn House years ago. It was plain and simple. He was sent there to kill Palegeaus because of his bloodline ties to Stormborn--the next Targaryen Heir to the Iron Throne. He was a bastard decendant; true, though reasonable still to have him killed just because he was alive.
A long battle ensued and the stranger succeeds in destroying the entire home; by burning it to the ground. The stranger almost succeeded in killing Palegeaus as well by throwing a throwing a bottle of wildfire into his eyes. The glass broke and the contents spilled setting his face. In the quick movement, smoke from the fire was becoming too thick to see anyway. The stranger then charged to Palegeaus; but the boy managed to fumble in grabbing a large kitchen knife within the last minute and simply held it up as his predator ran right into it.
The people of Yingraver's farmlands watched as their nobleman's House burned to the ground. They thought for certain that the entire family was burned alive, but the boy didn't. He was not touched by any of the flames, but instead rose from the ashes covered in soot and standing naked and disoriented. Maester Drake took the boy under his wing and tried to nurse him back to full health. This didn't take long except for his eyes; which were damaged beyond repair. Palegeaus was blind. He could not see as well as other people; for him it was only flashes of light and then darkness. Constant darkness.
He felt himself slipping into madness. Grasping to his dreams of memories, to things that he had once seen and now unable to. That was when his powers begin to awaken. Palegeaus began to haven visions of flying to the highest trees, and running fast through the snow. These visions were so vivid that he could feel the coldness in the air; or taste the blood in his mouth from a fresh kill.
Maester Drake knew he had to do something, and though blind himself, he decided to train Palegeaus, himself. For the next five years, the boy endured harsh training from the blind Maester.
Palegeaus's senses heightened. His sight slightly began to return to the point where he could see thermal vision. Palegeaus could see the heat in the body of a person like a flame or a glowing ember. He couldn't make out any pixilated or fuzzy features. Everyone was just a roaring flame with eyes to him from that moment forth. It left him feeling all the more alienated from the rest of the world--distancing himself even further subconsciously.
But Palegeaus could familiarize himself with others far differently now, as well. He could smell the scent of their cologne or the perspiration from a hard sweat. His hearing increased dramatically as well. If he concentrated he could hear a pin drop two houses away. Palegeaus could even hear the heartbeat of another person on the faintest whisper of a spy. So, he became stronger; he also became calmer, learning that leaning on his hatred and his short temper would most likely lead him to a faster death then a longer life.
Then another attack came; those this time it had seemed unknown exactly who had sent them. All that was known for certain was that they were trying to get rid of the bastard bloodline. It was nothing personal; they were simply attempting to eliminate any competition between Palegeaus and the full-blooded Targaryen children who remained safely hidden within the Free Cities. This attack led to another house fire, and again the fire had burned down everything.
Everything except for the boy.
Superstitious and spooked enough, the people of Yingrever did not know what to make of the incident happened happening yet again! Another house fire down to the ground and everyone within, except for Palegeaus, dies. It had not made any sense to them. In their mind's eye, it appeared that Palegeaus was an ungrateful bastard killing off any family who took him into their home. Such accusations were always the cruel fate to bastard sons of low to zero birth rights; and no one in the village thought to even think there had been anything more to it. Why would they; when they were already angry? The villagers demanded justice and sent Palegeaus to The Wall.
Palegeaus was reluctant to go, of course, and was dragged and caged away for the trip in thick iron chains. To Commander Mormont, Palegeaus was young, educational, and still more than a handful against five men in combat. Palegeaus showed his muscle and took his oaths soon after that. In addition to doing so; to make the dedication appear even more real to himself, Palegeaus renamed himself as "Psy" because from that moment, he believed "Palegeaus" was dead. Retrospectively; he often still finds himself muttering clips of phrases about himself to help himself remember of who he was and where he truly came from then.
"Palegeaus Stormborn First in my name; eating my neck to keep me tame."
Although, such muttering was mostly overlooked or teased by others. This was because, when he spoke, he did so in a rather odd fashion if not very insightful.
Psy managed to make it as a Night's Watch Ranger while keeping his blindness a secret. His skill was never really brought into questioning because he was able to laugh at himself if he ever stumbled, and his fighting skill in close-quarter-combat was exceptional due to the fact thar he could see a person's body heat in addition to his enheightened senses of sound and smell. It was at this time, Psy had met Mors Westford and his dog who were already nicknamed as The Butcher. Because the teenager was somewhat young, and he was in his tracking unit under the Ranger Classification, Mors Westford saw after him as if he was the son Mors never had! An unspeakable bond had formed there which seemed as close as any unrelated family member could have been towards another.
After many discussions; Psy had shared with Mors his similar "skinchanging" abilities. Mors took it upon himself since then to make Psy his protege, and taught him everything he knew about skinchanging. This was done because Psy had wished to expand in his abilities and Mors was not impartial to refuse him.
From there Psy remained as his pupil for the next six years. In the remainder of the two years that were leftso far and his life spans, Mors had to leave for recruitment and some other special assigned mission. It was never fully brought to Psy's attention other that it was something on a need-to-know basis. So Psy moved onward to excel in his tracking skills. Commander Mormont had soon recognize this; and sent Psy out for special recruitment later onward in the year. If he could occasionally find any to join The Watch, but more than likely, Psy was sent to hunt and kill those who deserted. From this, he earned the nickname The Dread Night because he tracked his prey down and came as quiet as Death itself--without warning, swift, and merciful of each killing.
By the time he reached the age of twenty; he returned to Castle Black with a few heads of those that deserted from a month's passing. Commander Mormont overlooked them saddened disdain as he always did. He and Psy spoke on those who deserted from time to time and eventually Psy opened up to him about who that he truly was. He showed him the necklace that House Yingrever had left for him. The two inspected it; realizing that the necklace opened up into a map. The map revealed to them of an uncharted island and words it promised were of less than common materials. As such were things Psy wondered if it could deal with destroying the Whitewalkers once and for all. He had seen visions of this, but never spoke.of such things because he knew he would be mocked or shunned.
However; Psy did beg his Commander to allow him the freedom to discover if the islands were real--to see if the source of those materials were real. But Commander Mormont refused quickly and reminded him that his service remained always and completely with the Night's Watch and it's currently more urgent civil disputes. They were needing men and the Wildlings were giving them trouble--such things Psy never was concerned over in the least! Though this was only because he was haunted more-so by his visions; seeing and experiencing-in part-each of their deaths. Psy gritted his teeth to this and frowned at the answer.
Psy debated to go for himself; --true, this did mark him for desertion but at the same time he did not see the logic in remaining to fight a creature that he could not hear breathing; nor see any reflection of body heat. He would die and probably quickly to such a creature--and worse--his life truly would have meant nothing! Upon that night later, he had a vision of his Commander's death. That was all of the extra confirmation Psy needed to go on his own. He slipped away from The Wall shortly after the Commander had left for Craster's Keep; knowing that the man would not survive, but there was nothing he could say or do to talk the Commander out of going. Instead; Psy fed on the opportunity of Commander Mormont's absence; lying through his teeth of his specific orders to anyone who might question him. If ever called out on the lie, he could always claim for them to be his lasting orders until the new Commander had sent a raven to his pressance--which Psy had began to fail in sending letters back due to his visions increasing of Castle Black.
No one seemed concerned for him, and he had still yet to predict that he was either forgotten in the lost pages of their war against the Wildlings or perhaps if ever noticed and reported would soon be marked for desertion (which he honestly did) and then the Hunter would become the Hunted. His only solace was the thought that if he would have to be extremely successful in his current mission. However; if not, then he would have to lean on one other excuse... If he were to find a fellow deserter; he may could rejoin Castle Black with the regular pretense as before since it was his job to find deserters and bring back the or heads. One man came to mind; one man he new everyone would agree was a deserter. Unfortunate that lies upon lies, and careful planning for his good intentions, would lead him to possibly seek out to later kill his predecessor (if he were ever to see him again); Mors Westford; The Butcher.
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