Lucian Caeren

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Lucian Caeren
Lucian Caeren
Loo-SH-ian CAY-Ren
Created by Andrew Spencer
Portrayed by Jaime Lannister (A Song of Ice and Fire series)
Information
Gender Male
Occupation Asha'mam of the Green Ajah
Affiliation The Grey Tower
Nationality Andoran
Attributes
Talents
Weapon Skills
  • Sword ✦✦
OP Strength 8.0
Affinities Fire, Earth, Air, Spirit, Water

Lucian Caeren is an Andoran Green Oathsworn Asha'man of the Grey Tower.

Description

Lucian is a tall well built young man, standing at five inches over six feet; he is usually taller than most non Aiel in the room. He is not overly muscled, but having come from a military family, from an early age he underwent a fairly strict physical training regime, which has given him a toned and powerful physique. He has fairly long bronze coloured hair, which he normally holds back with a silver clasp capped with half of an obsidian stone he found as a child. His eyes are a clear sky blue, the one feature he inherited from his mother; they can either shine with mirth, or be clouded in anger. He is not an overly attractive man, no woman would call him beautiful, nor was he ugly, he was nice looking; he had a friendly openness that made up for his classical masculine attractiveness.

In addition to mostly wearing coats of fine wool or silk with shining embroidery, he also wears two rings; one is his personal seal, the other quite different. The banner of the House of Caeren is Red and Silver, bearing the devices of the sword and star. His seal is a long handled double-edged long sword pointing down with four stars, one on the top, one on each side and one just below the point, his personal banner bears the same crest with the main banner in deep red and the sword and stars in bright silver. He wears his seal ring on the middle finger of his right hand; the ring is of average size for a seal ring in impressive red gold set with a black stone upon which his seal is inscribed. His other ring was something handed down to him by his grandfather, the old man told him that it had been his good luck charm when he had served in the Army, and he had never feared that he would return to his family if he wore the ring. It is a simple ring made from plain silver with the motif of running lightning inscribed around the band.

He is a gentle soul, but unfortunately suffers from a considerable temper when he perceives that someone has done him an injustice, or an injustice to someone he cares about. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, which has gotten him into trouble in the past for example when he suffered a severe reprimand from his uncle when he was caught brawling in a village near his family’s ancestral home after he saw one of the local village men beat his daughter for some perceived insult. His uncle informed him that although his motives had been pure, it did not do for one of the Caeren family to be seen brawling like a common peasant, this incident instead of deterring Lucian merely impressed upon him a stronger will to stand up for what he believes in.

His usual demeanour is a serious one, coming from a military family, and with a military background himself he tends to try to hold his emotions and gut reactions to situations in check while he tries to make his next decision. That being said he has an easy gentle smile and a good sense of humour and fun.

Lucian has gained the ageless look of an experienced wielder of the One Power, he still wears his hair long and tied back as he did when he was a Captain of Andoran Lancers, however he has a thin scar on his left cheek from where he got on the wrong end of an arrow during a skirmish in Arafel whilst he was away from the Tower. Also he has a scar over his right eyebrow where an Darkfriend Axe caught him in the helm and was able to partially pierce through, on both occurrences he was not the only channeler nearby but decided the let the scars heal naturally as lessons to the unwary swordsman.

Biography

The stillness was absolute; he could sense it, something just out of plain sight but something strong enough for someone to be aware of its presence. He knew deep in his soul what that seductive light was, that light that promised power and an uncompromising strength that no mortal man could match. He could remember the first time that he channelled, the first time he felt the power fill him, the first time he used it to kill.


“Sara don’t get too far ahead” a powerfully built seventeen year old young man called out as he tied the two horses up to a nearby, rather conveniently placed, tree. He couldn’t help smiling, for all his warning had gotten him was a half hearted wave signalling that she ahd heard him, his little sister was almost completely out of sight, she wouldn’t listen to anyone not her parents, and especially her older brother, either of them. They were on one of their frequent day trips to the nearby woodland, one of the more happy occasions to return home, after spending eight months away earning his commission as a Lieutenant in the Queens Lancers, Lucian was looking forward to spending time with his favourite sibling, the fact that she was the only immediate member of the family that didn’t treat him like dirt played a strong role in that as well.

It was then that he heard a scream, not a scream of shock, but a scream of absolute terror, whirling around he noted that the scream had come from the direction that Sara had headed off into. Sprinting back to his own horse, a young grey charger that showed immense promise as a cavalry mount, he vaulted into the saddle and quickly grasped the long handle of the long double edged blade that was secured to the saddle, thanking the Light that his grandfather had been a cavalry man, and had taken the first steps in his military training long before he was allowed to be commissioned “If you don’t have your sword on your person then it is on your horse” the old mans voice rang in his head, and he was never more thankful for the advice, he charged off in the direction that his sister had went.

He knew it was reckless, stupid too, even as he was doing it, riding into an unknown area, not knowing how many men were there or even if there were any, all he was going on were two things, gut instinct that something was wrong and that whatever was there would be startled enough because of the arrival of a horseman giving him enough time to formulate a better plan.

Rounding the bend he realised he had made the right choice, a band of about four men surrounded his sister, her dress was ripped and she had a split lip. One of them heard the thunder of hooves and turned and Lucian saw his eyes widen a second before his sword took the man’s life from him. Now he circled around again and the other three drew weapons of their own, he noticed the uniformed scruffiness of them, their unkempt beards and clothing and tow words echoed in his mind Renegade Dragonsworn, he managed to skewer another man on his second pass as the man was fumbling for his sword before one of the last two unhorsed him with the stave he was carrying.

Lucian tumbled from his horse and lost the grip on his sword in the process, getting unsteadily too his feet he heard, the one who was apparently the leader say “Deal with this one, and then we can take our time with the girl. Rage filled him; rage that these men would dare harm his sister, rage that he had been forced to kill these men, men that before now he would have had no quarrel with, rage that dissipated quickly and in its place came a clarity of thought, as he focused on the two men approaching him, he flung out his right hand, and fire swept through the small clearing. The fire lasted barely ten seconds, but it was long enough to t urn the two approaching men into ash. Lucian fell to his knees, the weight of what had happened crashing down on him like waves on the Sea of Storms. Then a gentle pair of hands pulled him into a tight embrace, as too siblings took whatever solace they could from what was the darkest day in two lives.


He shook himself back to reality and refused to give into the urge to battle for control over saidin, he had given in before, lighting candles in his room, often smiling at how easy it was, after that day fire had always been easy, before realising the slippery slope that he had set his feet upon, how easy it would be to do something else, something more dangerous.

Breathing in the still night air he smiled ever so slightly as he heard the rustle of silk skirts behind him and a soft voice say. “You know, it is considered bad manners when the guest of honour avoids the auspicious company at his own feast of honour.”

He turned and leaned against the balcony glanced at the gorgeous young woman who stood before him. “That may be so, but the reason that I sought my solitude is standing right before me. The less I see of my little sister in that kind of dress the better.”

The woman through her head back and laughed in a rich musical tone “You don’t look too bad yourself Captain” she smirked, her older brother was courageous and loyal, but ran like a frightened kitten when he saw a woman in a dress that showed more cleavage than it concealed, especially when that woman was, as he said, his younger sister. “You do look dashing in your new uniform” she walked over and leaned against the balcony next to him and indicated with her hand his new red uniform coat with its white embroidery and two gold captain’s knots on the chest, “Why does my brother seek such solitude on the eve of his triumph? A Captain at eighteen is no mean feat, even with the accelerated promotion high birth ensures.”

Lucian snorted, no matter how old they were Sara was always able to hit hat was wrong with him on the head. “It is always the same thing little one” he smirked at her scowl at her hated nickname, he thought it was one of the reasons that she wore a dress that had barely enough fabric to be worthy of the name, to prove to prove to her family that she wasn’t a little girl anymore, certainly an unusual dress in most traditional Andoran households, but no one had ever said that Sara was a traditional Andoran woman. “Every time I come home, even now as you put it on the eve of my triumph, I am constantly reminded of my place in the House.”

Sara sighed, she knew exactly what her brother was talking about, she herself was only a year and a half younger than him, but she was her parent’s darling, the one who was going to bring greater prestige to their House by marrying into wealth and power and so increasing their own, and their older brother Jacob, the first born, was the one set to inherit the High-Seat of House Caeren. Lucian was the son that no one wanted, the child that was not needed, and the one to be ignored.

Sara suddenly grinned and said “Well lets show the rest of the House that no matter what they throw at you, you will still be here. Would you care to dance my Lord?” It was Lucian’s turn to throw his head back and laugh at that statement; he had set a record within the House for showing up exactly where no one wanted him to be. He grinned at his sister and offered her his arm; she took it with a demure smile that only made him want to laugh again, his sister was many things, but demure was not one of them.


Lucian was chatting with some young Lordling, that you couldn’t pay him to remember the name and family connection of, a Lordling with entirely too much brocade and lace on his coat to be stylish let alone comfortable, when one of the serving women came over and politely got his attention. “Excuse me my Lord but I was asked to give you this by the gentlemen over there in the yellow coat.”

Lucian thanked her and made his apologies to the Lordling, whose name he still couldn’t remember, and glanced at the envelope that the girl had passed into his hand. It was too small to carry a letter, but the right size for a note, moving away from any prying eyes he opened the envelope and tipped the contents into his hand. It was a note; a note wrapped in black cloth, peeling off the cloth Lucian scanned the note.

Lucian

You need to make a decision, the longer that I remain the greater the chance of discovery for the both of us.

I need your decision before tonite’s gathering is over; we can only pretend for so long that I am your friend when no one else here knows me.

Davorn

Lucian nodded his head at the note and glanced at the black fabric held in his other hand, it was nothing special just a piece of black linen with a sword and dragon picked out in silver and gold thread. Crumpling the fabric in his fist so as to hide it from anyone who may have caught sight of the symbols embroidered on it, the dragon sigh was one of the most well known symbols in the world at this date, the Dragon having been reborn his banner was known to all, Lord and peasant alike. But almost as well known as the Dragon banner and the Eternal Serpent of the Aes Sedai, was the sign of the Sword and Dragon, symbols of the Asha’man. If anyone saw a Lord of the House of Caeren in possession of something bearing such signs, it would not be worth his life to explain why.

Marching through the assembled Lords and Ladies, family members and gathered friends Lucian found his way over to Lord Davorn, a friend he had met while in the capital and brought home for his promotion celebration. Lord Davorn was indeed his real title, although he was no mere Lord, he also was an Asha’man of the Green Ajah of the Grey Tower. Standing before the man he thrust the note into his hands and whispered “Such a means of communication could attract those of the Red faction my Lord.”

He nodded his head in the direction that some Aes Sedai from the White Tower, Aes Sedai bearing the red fringed shawl of the Red Ajah, were standing talking to his father, although his father was a former Lieutenant-General in the Andoran Armies, he also had interests in a shipping consortium that shipped to most major cities, including Tar Valon. But that was not all, there was a little known fact about Lady Elvira Caeren, his mother and the woman who was standing with his father, she was a stunningly beautiful woman with eyes the same colour as her three children, the same gorgeous figure as her daughter, and the same fiery temper as her two sons. But that is true in most parents as they tend to share attributes with their children, the one facet of Lady Elvira Caeren that many people, not of the nobility, would understand is that she was not born a Lady, she was born a farmers daughter in the Two Rivers district of Andor, and while on a Tabbac delivery for her family she was scooped up by Aes Sedai of the White Tower, she was and in many ways still remains Elvira Sedai of the Grey Ajah.

Davorn nodded his head and said in a low whisper that the chatter of the ball “I tested you myself, you can wield the One Power, in fact unless I miss my guess you already have tried to channel and succeeded haven’t you, even though you have no idea what you are doing.” At the nod from Lucian he continued “I need to know you answer now boy” he smirked as Lucian’s bristle at the boy comment, he would hear far worse if he went to the Grey Tower for training “as I said the longer I remain here the greater the chance for both of us being discovered, and neither of us want that.”

Lucian agreed “Very well then Lord Davorn, I will send a letter to the Captain-General explaining that I must resign my commission as I must begin to assist with the family holdings, the Captain-General won’t like it but the army has seen enough Noble sons to understand that these things happen. I assume we shall leave at first light; I have already prepared letters to be left for my family. Is that all satisfactory?” Lord Davorn nodded his head and said that they would meet at first light and be away before the household was awake.


It was before daybreak the following day when Lucian strode into the large stables at the back of the sprawling manor house. He carried several packs on his back, one containing clothes, clothes for all occasions, the next courtly ball or for many days travel on the open roads, the one of the others contained books. He had his sword buckled at his left hip, not the traditional curving single edged blade, but a long two handed double edged weapon, with a leather handle bound with silver, the sheath was similar to the handle wrapped in leather and capped with silver, it was an attractive weapon, not gaudy but obviously a noble’s weapon, it was a gift from his late Grandfather on his mothers side. The only part of the sword that broke from the dark leather and silver was the pommel stone made from obsidian, the other half of the same stone that was in his hair clasp.

He saddled his horse, a grey charger that had gotten him out of more than one dangerous spot throughout his military career; he settled his plain green cloak over his stout green woollen jacket, settled his sword comfortably on his hip and mounted his horse. Davorn entered the stable, now dressed in his Asha’man uniform with a long dark cloak settled on his shoulders, mounted his already saddled horse and said “Have you said all you goodbyes lad, who knows when you’ll be back here again, if ever.”

Lucian nodded and the two of them walked their horses out of the stables “I have left a letter with my sister explaining everything and the decision I have made, even though she already knows what I am” at Davorn’s surprised glance he grinned “She was there the first time it happened so it would be a bit pointless trying to hide something from her that she had already seen, I also gave her letters to be given to my mother and father the day after tomorrow, explaining all that I can.”

Davorn nodded and as they left the estate via the back entrance, glancing round he saw a figure standing at a window high above them, a figure that raised its hand in farewell, Lucian returned the parting salute, and with Davorn Asha’man riding beside him rode off to seek his destiny, among the channeler ranks of the Grey Tower.

He never noticed the ageless woman in the Grey Fringed shawl standing at an open first floor window, watching him leave with tears slowly making their way down her lovely face as she watched her youngest son leave all that he knew, to take a role in the history of the world that no one could have foreseen.

Career History

  • Soldier
  • Dedicated (1 December 2009)
  • Asha'man of the Green Ajah (4 May 2010)
  • Sitter of the Green Ajah (7 May 2010)