Gaius Sand
Sept 30, 2012 20:11:54 GMT
Post by josh on Sept 30, 2012 20:11:54 GMT
Name: Gaius Sand
Age: Twenty-one
Place of Birth: Dorne
Current Place of Residence: Dorne
House: House Martell
Family:
Oberyn (Father)
Doran (Uncle)
Mors (Uncle – Dead)
Olyvar (Uncle – Dead)
Elia (Aunt – Dead)
Alysia Sand (Mother - Dead)
Sand Snakes
Obara Sand. Daughter of a whore of Oldtown.
Nymeria Sand. Called Lady Nym, her mother was a noblewoman from Old Volantis.
Tyene Sand. Daughter of a septa.
Sarella Sand. Daughter of a trader from the Summer Isles.
Elia Sand. Daughter of Oberyn's paramour Ellaria Sand
Obella Sand. Daughter of Ellaria Sand
Dorea Sand. Daughter of Ellaria Sand
Appearance:
Garb: Gaius, while within the arid lands of Dorne tends, prefers to wear an ash grey silk tunic marked on the chest with the yellow Sunspear of House Martell, just over his heart. This is accompanied by silk breeches. While preparing for battle or in formal situations Gaius dons his armor.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 187 lbs
Personality: Gaius is a quiet, cautious person. He doesn’t believe in charging at the first sign of weakness, he would rather poke and examine the situation, preferably with a poisoned blade. His gray eye see’s all that happens in front of him and files it away, as he believes that while martial prowess is strength, He’s seen enough to know that knowledge is power. This does not mean that he would hesitate to strike down any who challenge him, however. His blade is always near at hand.
Gaius has a rather morbid sense of humor at times, able to enjoy things that would cause others to flinch away in disgust depending on his mood. There had been times where he’d arranged situations to amuse himself at the expense of others yet he knows when to restrain himself and when to act on his whims.
Like his father, Gaius has a rather healthy appreciation of women, preferring Dornish women over any other. Tales of his ancestors and their Targaryen brides has caused him to take an interest in women with the features of a Targaryen, whether they are or not is irrelevant. He has no respect for whether the woman is attached or not, only whether she is willing.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: Gaius is preferable to his great sword but it is not practical to carry it with him outside of war-times. To make up for this, he wears a longsword of black-iron and a dagger at his waist. There are also two other smaller blades tucked into the back of his belt and boot, respectively. Gaius’s most potent weapon is not a blade though, it is the small container of poison kept within his tunic, always at hand to coat his blade or enter the goblet of an unsuspecting foe.
Armour: A simple yet well-made suit of Plate mail marked with the Sunspear of Dorne entwined by a serpent. There is a full plate helm as well.
Skills: Gaius was raised with a blade in hand. His father, Oberyn, drilled the arts of war into him from the time he could understand. Foregoing his fathers love of the spear, Gaius chose the great sword and the longsword and has since been trained by the best instructors Dorne could offer. After years of training and encounters, Gaius has become one of the most skilled swordsmen in Dorne.
His fathers tastes rubbed off on him outside of battle, Gaius is one of the most masterful poisoners within Westeros. To poison a blade is lethal, to poison a letter or food is fatal. The difference is little until it’s too late.
Like all those of noble birth, Gaius was trained in the arts of diplomacy and the ways of court. After all, a noble who cannot understand the motivations of an opponent is often short lived. While not a master of intrigue, He understands enough to survive the turbulent political waters of Westeros.
Weaknesses: Gaius is far from perfect, even in his own mind. While capable, there are times where his own self-doubt can get the best of him. It is rare yet there are times where Gaius hesitates to take some of the larger risks that involve others. He fears not death yet shame for his family is unacceptable to him.
The largest weakness Gaius has is that he lost his eye to an accident while crafting one of his numerous poisons. The loss has caused many to think less of him and thrown off his vision. He’s adjusted but his sight is still not quite that of others.
History: Gaius Martell was born in 277 AL at Sunspear, the first and only son of Oberyn Martell and Alysia Sand. His mother was, to his knowledge, a tavern wench and only one of the many women Oberyn had taken to bed. He was fostered at the Water Gardens along the other nobles children. Once he reached the age of six his father had him brought Sunspear where he began his martial training and his proper education. It didn’t take long for him to show his talents with a blade, given his age. As he grew, his emulation of his fathers tastes in war grew as well, plants and herbs starting to decorate his room and an ever present pouch at his hip as he ventured onto the path of poisons.
At fifteen, Gaius took leave of Dorne for a time, traveling Westeros as guest of whichever Lord’s land he happened to be on at the time. During his travels he entered almost every tournament he could find, claiming several victories and honour for his name, even in the losses. There were many women during this time but none was paid any lasting mind, after all, they were not Dornish nor noble. His eyes were always open, watching the lords and their courts, learning, always filing things away for future use.
At eighteen he returned to Dorne, intent to take his place as a Prince of Dorne and to serve his father. On the eve of his return, one of his creations went awry and resulted in the damage and loss of his left eye. Since then he’s spent his time honing his skills and gathering allies. After all, a nobles work is never done. Those within Dorne have taken to calling him The Vipers Shadow, in reference to the way he seeks to emulate and surpass his father, The Red Viper of Dorne.
RP Sample: Gaius let out a sigh as he stepped into his chambers. It had been years since he’d been here last and it was nice to be home again. The generosity of the many nobles he’d stayed with over the years had been enjoyable but there was nothing quite like being in Dorne again. A quick look at his room showed that the servants had kept his plants alive and the rooms clean but that was the only thing. It was almost as if he’d never left in the first place.
Calling for the servants to ready a bath, Gaius took some time to relax. The journey home had been long and tiresome and he had work that needed to be accomplished, and soon. Once he was clean and rested, he puttered around the room, gathering ingredients into a mortar before making his way to a table made of dark wood, stained after years of use and wear. Picking up the pestle he began crushing the herbs into a fine powder, his hand drifting to his waist and drawing a vial from the pouch he kept at his waist at all times. With two fingers he carefully uncapped it, pouring enough to bind the powder to the liquid into mortar before using the pestle to stir and mix the combination.
Careless and unthinking, Gaius failed to notice the small amount of liquid that had clung to his finger. Taking an empty vial from those that littered the desk, he carefully drained the mixture into it before using a rag to clean the mortar. Leaving his work on the table, he tossed the rag into the fire that warmed his room and stretched, his hands rubbing at his eyes. It took no time at all for the burning in his left eye to start, a sharp sudden pain as his vision blurred. Stumbling towards the door, he cried out for the servants and clean water. By the time they arrived it was too late to save his eye, a red and puffy mess that leaked a mixture of blood and pus. It took no time at all for him to realize his mistake and to learn the true price of impatience. After the maester was summoned and the eye cleaned and dealt with, a servant brought him a strip of silk to bind across it to hide the price of his mistake.
Player: Josh or Xyan, whichever you prefer.
Other characters played: None, I’m not a fan of multiple characters, I may make a small npc later.
Any plans in mind for the character? To serve the House of Martell and his own interests in whatever way works to his betterment.
Do you agree to the rules: Yes
Who invited you to the site? Jack a.k.a Joffrey Baratheon a.k.a Oberyn Martell.
Age: Twenty-one
Place of Birth: Dorne
Current Place of Residence: Dorne
House: House Martell
Family:
Oberyn (Father)
Doran (Uncle)
Mors (Uncle – Dead)
Olyvar (Uncle – Dead)
Elia (Aunt – Dead)
Alysia Sand (Mother - Dead)
Sand Snakes
Obara Sand. Daughter of a whore of Oldtown.
Nymeria Sand. Called Lady Nym, her mother was a noblewoman from Old Volantis.
Tyene Sand. Daughter of a septa.
Sarella Sand. Daughter of a trader from the Summer Isles.
Elia Sand. Daughter of Oberyn's paramour Ellaria Sand
Obella Sand. Daughter of Ellaria Sand
Dorea Sand. Daughter of Ellaria Sand
Appearance:
Garb: Gaius, while within the arid lands of Dorne tends, prefers to wear an ash grey silk tunic marked on the chest with the yellow Sunspear of House Martell, just over his heart. This is accompanied by silk breeches. While preparing for battle or in formal situations Gaius dons his armor.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 187 lbs
Personality: Gaius is a quiet, cautious person. He doesn’t believe in charging at the first sign of weakness, he would rather poke and examine the situation, preferably with a poisoned blade. His gray eye see’s all that happens in front of him and files it away, as he believes that while martial prowess is strength, He’s seen enough to know that knowledge is power. This does not mean that he would hesitate to strike down any who challenge him, however. His blade is always near at hand.
Gaius has a rather morbid sense of humor at times, able to enjoy things that would cause others to flinch away in disgust depending on his mood. There had been times where he’d arranged situations to amuse himself at the expense of others yet he knows when to restrain himself and when to act on his whims.
Like his father, Gaius has a rather healthy appreciation of women, preferring Dornish women over any other. Tales of his ancestors and their Targaryen brides has caused him to take an interest in women with the features of a Targaryen, whether they are or not is irrelevant. He has no respect for whether the woman is attached or not, only whether she is willing.
Likes:
- His immediate family
- Battle
- Fine wines
Dislikes:
- Men who hide under the pretense of “Honour”
- Being mocked about his eye
- The Lannisters
Weapons: Gaius is preferable to his great sword but it is not practical to carry it with him outside of war-times. To make up for this, he wears a longsword of black-iron and a dagger at his waist. There are also two other smaller blades tucked into the back of his belt and boot, respectively. Gaius’s most potent weapon is not a blade though, it is the small container of poison kept within his tunic, always at hand to coat his blade or enter the goblet of an unsuspecting foe.
Armour: A simple yet well-made suit of Plate mail marked with the Sunspear of Dorne entwined by a serpent. There is a full plate helm as well.
Skills: Gaius was raised with a blade in hand. His father, Oberyn, drilled the arts of war into him from the time he could understand. Foregoing his fathers love of the spear, Gaius chose the great sword and the longsword and has since been trained by the best instructors Dorne could offer. After years of training and encounters, Gaius has become one of the most skilled swordsmen in Dorne.
His fathers tastes rubbed off on him outside of battle, Gaius is one of the most masterful poisoners within Westeros. To poison a blade is lethal, to poison a letter or food is fatal. The difference is little until it’s too late.
Like all those of noble birth, Gaius was trained in the arts of diplomacy and the ways of court. After all, a noble who cannot understand the motivations of an opponent is often short lived. While not a master of intrigue, He understands enough to survive the turbulent political waters of Westeros.
Weaknesses: Gaius is far from perfect, even in his own mind. While capable, there are times where his own self-doubt can get the best of him. It is rare yet there are times where Gaius hesitates to take some of the larger risks that involve others. He fears not death yet shame for his family is unacceptable to him.
The largest weakness Gaius has is that he lost his eye to an accident while crafting one of his numerous poisons. The loss has caused many to think less of him and thrown off his vision. He’s adjusted but his sight is still not quite that of others.
History: Gaius Martell was born in 277 AL at Sunspear, the first and only son of Oberyn Martell and Alysia Sand. His mother was, to his knowledge, a tavern wench and only one of the many women Oberyn had taken to bed. He was fostered at the Water Gardens along the other nobles children. Once he reached the age of six his father had him brought Sunspear where he began his martial training and his proper education. It didn’t take long for him to show his talents with a blade, given his age. As he grew, his emulation of his fathers tastes in war grew as well, plants and herbs starting to decorate his room and an ever present pouch at his hip as he ventured onto the path of poisons.
At fifteen, Gaius took leave of Dorne for a time, traveling Westeros as guest of whichever Lord’s land he happened to be on at the time. During his travels he entered almost every tournament he could find, claiming several victories and honour for his name, even in the losses. There were many women during this time but none was paid any lasting mind, after all, they were not Dornish nor noble. His eyes were always open, watching the lords and their courts, learning, always filing things away for future use.
At eighteen he returned to Dorne, intent to take his place as a Prince of Dorne and to serve his father. On the eve of his return, one of his creations went awry and resulted in the damage and loss of his left eye. Since then he’s spent his time honing his skills and gathering allies. After all, a nobles work is never done. Those within Dorne have taken to calling him The Vipers Shadow, in reference to the way he seeks to emulate and surpass his father, The Red Viper of Dorne.
RP Sample: Gaius let out a sigh as he stepped into his chambers. It had been years since he’d been here last and it was nice to be home again. The generosity of the many nobles he’d stayed with over the years had been enjoyable but there was nothing quite like being in Dorne again. A quick look at his room showed that the servants had kept his plants alive and the rooms clean but that was the only thing. It was almost as if he’d never left in the first place.
Calling for the servants to ready a bath, Gaius took some time to relax. The journey home had been long and tiresome and he had work that needed to be accomplished, and soon. Once he was clean and rested, he puttered around the room, gathering ingredients into a mortar before making his way to a table made of dark wood, stained after years of use and wear. Picking up the pestle he began crushing the herbs into a fine powder, his hand drifting to his waist and drawing a vial from the pouch he kept at his waist at all times. With two fingers he carefully uncapped it, pouring enough to bind the powder to the liquid into mortar before using the pestle to stir and mix the combination.
Careless and unthinking, Gaius failed to notice the small amount of liquid that had clung to his finger. Taking an empty vial from those that littered the desk, he carefully drained the mixture into it before using a rag to clean the mortar. Leaving his work on the table, he tossed the rag into the fire that warmed his room and stretched, his hands rubbing at his eyes. It took no time at all for the burning in his left eye to start, a sharp sudden pain as his vision blurred. Stumbling towards the door, he cried out for the servants and clean water. By the time they arrived it was too late to save his eye, a red and puffy mess that leaked a mixture of blood and pus. It took no time at all for him to realize his mistake and to learn the true price of impatience. After the maester was summoned and the eye cleaned and dealt with, a servant brought him a strip of silk to bind across it to hide the price of his mistake.
++OOC Info++
Player: Josh or Xyan, whichever you prefer.
Other characters played: None, I’m not a fan of multiple characters, I may make a small npc later.
Any plans in mind for the character? To serve the House of Martell and his own interests in whatever way works to his betterment.
Do you agree to the rules: Yes
Who invited you to the site? Jack a.k.a Joffrey Baratheon a.k.a Oberyn Martell.
