<Cedric Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands>

Player Information

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Character Information

Character Name: Cedric Baratheon

Age: 24

Title(s): Lord of Storm’s End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands

Appearance: Cedric Baratheon stands at 6’2” with a fit and lean body. His black hair goes down to his shoulders, with the shadow of a beard forming around his face at all times. His blue eyes are icy at times, and he has a glare that tends to make the less stout of heart drop their eyes.

Starting Location: Storm’s End/Summerhall

Trait: Shrewd

Skill Point Pool: 18

Attributes:

Skills: MAR: Weapon Proficiency - Axes & Blunts and Shields, Precision WAR: Ambuscade, Tactics EDU: Geography

Mastery: N/A… for now.

History

Cedric Baratheon was brought into this world in the Third Moon of 335 AC, alongside his slightly elder brother Corwyn, his twin. A pair of squealing babes, the Maester would claim for years that their voices drowned out the storm they were born in. Their parents, Davos and Arlessa Baratheon, knew their sons would grow up to be strong. Already born was their elder sister, Cyrenna.

And they did. Aside from wrestling and other traditional boyhood games, they both actively tried to engage each other in mock duels, often with whatever bedding they could find for shields and sticks for swords. The servants had a hard time keeping everything clean when they knew it would be knocked over before the day was out.

It was the best of times for little Cedric. In 342, his last sibling, Royce Baratheon would be born, whom Cedric immediately began to dote on with toys he found at the market, though Royce wouldn’t be old enough to play with them for some time.

When the brothers turned 8 in 343 AC, Davos announced that he made a deal with Jaehaerys Targaryen to ward them both at Summerhall. When the time came, they would be squired with him as well, though for now they were to get to know the children of the Prince in the hopes of fostering good relations in the future. Both boys were ecstatic.

The first four years were as good as any. Cedric made fast friends with the slightly elder boy, Baelon, and was on decent to good terms with the rest of the family. The two still sparred, and were constantly running around and being a nuisance.

At least, for those four years.

One day in 347, the two had found a little lake not far from the castle. At two and ten, they both fancied themselves smart enough to be on their own and had hidden from their escort. Corwyn climbed a tree and dove into the pool head-first.

Only, the thing about being two and ten is that one doesn’t understand depth very well. Corwyn’s head cracked on the floor of the lake, and as his head spat blood, his lungs filled with water. Cedric tried to revive his brother, but he died a good ten minutes before they were found.

Turning solemnly inward, Cedric became reclusive. His friend Baelon had left to go squire in King’s Landing. Many tried to cheer him; Rhaena Targaryen more than most. He was grateful, but unwilling to do much. Davos, believing that Summerhall remained the best place for his son, officially confirmed with Prince Jaehaerys that Cedric was to be his squire.

And so he was. Cedric did his duties, and sparred frequently as part of his training, but little more. Gradually though, he did become used to being outside of his room, or the library where he had also come to seek solace. He ever remained quiet, and many noted that his glare could be quite frightening when upset. But he had begun to speak, however unwillingly, to more and more people.

And then, of course, the wheels turned and Jaehaerys Targaryen went to the gods in 351 AC. Only six and ten, and without a knight to call ser, Cedric remained at Summerhall, floating around, until his friend Baelon found him. It did not take long for the preparations to be made. Cedric was knighted by his friend, and made the decision to return home to Storm’s End.

There, he did his duties as heir with some more vigor than his duties as a squire, but remained quiet and thoughtful. The library at Summerhall that was once his refuge became an idea that he longed to see again, and he often found himself reading books of the histories at the one at Storm’s End. He found a particular appreciation for maps, poring over them with a fine eye until he was satisfied that no region was beyond his knowledge.

Things seemed fine at Storm’s End until 356 AC, what some might call a double tragedy for the House of Baratheon; Arlessa Baratheon went to see her birth family at Tarth, only to be attacked by pirates, her ship sunk to the bottom of the sea. Davos, meanwhile, who had been a fan of the storms and rain that Storm’s End constantly suffered, found himself inflicted with greyscale. No doubt not helped by the damp rooms he stayed in, it was made only worse by a trinket Davos had purchased from a Lyseni trader which had been infected with the disease. This does not begin to mention that in this year, Baelon Targaryen formed his free company, and called all willing to fight with him for Volantis against the Triarchy.

With his father dying in bed, Cedric reckoned that it was all the more important for the heir to fight in his stead. And with no proper battle experience of his own, it seemed prudent to earn it; not mentioning that if he came back a proven warrior, the lords of the Stormlands who had plagued his father might feel more comfortable with falling in line. So he called all willing knights to join him as he joined Baelon Targaryen’s free company. Several members of his own house were eager; uncles and cousins joined him along with 200 other knights from around the Stormlands.

The war proved to be a difficult one. Cedric proved to be a decent commander, excelling at the art of ambushes with his knowledge of terrain and the skill of subtlety that he had acquired through years of avoiding people. His skills with an axe shined as well; though he was no Robert Baratheon, he could more than hold his own and felled many larger opponents. However, as Cedric proved himself capable on the field, many of his relatives could not say the same. An uncle and two cousins bearing the Baratheon name were slain. And back home, things were not much better. His father had succumbed to the greyscale, in the latter days of 356.

Cedric was now Lord Baratheon.

Eventually, as most wars do, it ended, and Cedric accompanied Prince Baelon to Sunspear for a feast, before heading back home to take up his new duties. Still a somewhat new lord by 359, he remains a quiet one, often letting his lords have what some call undue autonomy; and yet when he feels it necessary, he is more than firm. The fury of the stag is not gone, it has just taken a new form.

Family

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