Aldimar

Aldimar Bjarnssonn

Concept: The Melancholy Prince, Caste: None Anima: None

Attributes
Strength	•••		Charisma	••		Perception	••
Dexterity	•••		Manipulation	••		Intelligence	•••
Stamina	•••		Appearance	••		Wits	••

Abilities
Archery	••• (Mounted)		Athletics	••
Awareness	••		Brawl
Bureaucracy	•		Craft
Dodge	••		Integrity	••
Investigation	•		Larceny
Linguistics	•• (Poetry)		Lore	••• (Teaching)
Martial Arts			Medicine
Melee			Occult	••
Performance			Presence	••
Resistance	•		Ride	••• (Horses)
Sail			Socialize	••
Stealth			Survival	•
Thrown			War
Other Abilities: Caste Abilities: (Bureaucracy, Linguistics, Occult, Ride, Socialize) Favored Abilities: (Archery, Athletics, Awareness, Integrity, Lore) Supernal Ability: Linguistics

Other Traits

Willpower: 3

Merits: Familiar •••, Influence •••, Language ••• (Old Realm, High Realm, Rivertongue), Quick Draw •••• (Archery), Resources ••

Flaws: Derangement (Megrims - Defining)

Exaltation Traits

Essence: 1 • Personal Motes: 0 • Peripheral Motes: 0 • Invested Motes: 0

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Limit: 0 • Limit Trigger: None

Intimacies

Minor (+2) • Major (+3) • Defining (+4)

Principles

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Ties

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Combat Traits

Health Levels: -0 • -1 • -1 • -2 • -2 • -4 • INC

Soak: Chain Shirt Natural: 3 • Armored: 3 • Total: 6 • Hardness: 0

Defenses: Parry: 5 • Evasion: 2 • Resolve: 2 • Guile: 2

Weapons
Weapon	Accuracy	Damage	Defense	Overw
Composite Bow	Range	+9	-	1
Tags:	Lethal, Archery (Long), Mounted
Hand Crossbow	Range	+7	-	1
Tags:	Lethal, Archery (Medium), Crossbow, Mounted, One-Handed, Piercing, Slow, Concealable
Dagger	+4	+7	+0	1
Tags:	Lethal, Melee, Thrown (Close)
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Charms

None

Experience

General

Experience Total: x Experience Unspent: x

Solar

Experience Total: 5 Experience Unspent: 0

Crafting

Experience Total: x Experience Unspent: x

• Aldimar Charms

Equipment

• Composite Bow: Ranged Accuracy: Close -2, Short +4, Medium +2, Long +0, Extreme -2 (n/a w/o Charms) • Tags: Lethal, Archery (Long), Mounted
• Hand Crossbow: Ranged Accuracy: Close -2, Short +4, Medium +2, Long +0, Extreme -2 (n/a w/o Charms) • Tags: Lethal, Archery (Medium), Crossbow (+4 to raw damage of withering attacks), Mounted, One-Handed, Piercing (1i to ignore 4 armor soak), Slow (action to load; may be flurried with attack), Concealable (Larceny dif 1 to hide on person)
• Daggers (2): Tags: Lethal, Melee, Thrown (Close)
• Chain shirt: x
• Clothing: Fine clothing, fur mantle
• Possessions: Small pouch of coin
• Jewelry: Silver ring, owl pendant (belonged to his mother)
• Frostmane: Fine tack and harness, saddlebags

Merits

Frostmane (Familiar •••)

• In the icy Frostveldt Plain outside of Svartsten there is a herd of horses sacred to that god of that plain, Samehfadh, who appears as a great horse of frost and stone.
• Because it is a tradition among the best riders and horsemen of Svartsten to stalk the herds and make off with one of their foals to train to take a mount, Aldimar decided to do likewise when he was not quite an adult, though was obviously a skilled horseman already.
• After nearly a week of getting near the herd and making them accustomed to his presence, he saw the foal he wanted: a beautiful grey-blue foal with a white mane. Eventually, he made his move, roping the foal and then escaping back home, where he was lauded for his find.
• Several days later, when he was training with Soaring Hymn, a furious blizzard blew in on them, heralding the arrival of Samehfadh. He was angry at Aldimar's theft of what turned out to be a god-blooded son. The god of the Frostveldt apparently bred a god-blooded foal to grow into a strong stallion or mare to lead his herd every generation.
• Fortunately, Samehfadh was unsure of his ability to defeat Soaring Hymn, and so went away, grumbling.

A Prince of His People (Influence •••, Resources ••)

• The warrior-nobility of Svartsten do not consider Aldimar a very good prince. He is not blooded in combat, he prefers peaceful contemplation over warlike strategy, and he does not enjoy the rough-and-tumble past-times of most of his kin.
• In contrast, however, Aldimar takes the literacy of his people very seriously.
• He financially supports no less than three small academy for the children of the working class (two in the Smokes, one in the Wanderers), and he himself shows up to teach at these academies himself.
• He also sponsor's the Prince's Lottery once a year - a drawing in which the people submit the names of the cleverest among them who have been trapped by lives of want and toil.
  • The five people whose names are drawn from the lottery gain a year in which Prince Aldimar pays for their living expenses, allowing them to not work while they learn to read and hone other skills, which he sees they get the opportunity to learn.
  • When the year is done, he assists them in finding places of work where they can use their new skills.
• As a result, Aldimar wields a great deal of influence both among the wealthy - for many of their best new workers were provided by him - and among the poor.

Polyglot (Language •••)

• Aldimar speaks the Skytongue natively.
• He has learned High Realm from court diplomats.
• He has encountered and learned Old Realm in his studies.
• He also speaks the tongues of several tribes of Icewalkers.

Quick on the Draw (Quick Draw ••••)

• Aldimar's fine, sure, quick hand with a quill or brush extends also to his skill with the bow, thanks to Soaring Hymn's lessons.

Experience Expenditures

• Awareness 2: 2 SXP
• Resistance 1: 3 SXP

Important Figures

Family

	King Bjarn King of Svartsten • Father While a fierce-visaged warrior makes for an excellent hero-king, he does not make for the best father. Oh, he isn't just a savage, of course; he wishes nothing more than for our people to join the larger world. But above all, he is ambitious, and that ambition always extended to me. I do not hate him, but I know I am a terrible, terrible disappointment to him, with interests in neither war nor politics nor economics. He thinks I do not see him at court events, watching me, subtly shaking his head at me occasionally. But I do. I know.
	Queen Gyselle The Witch-Queen of Svarsten • Mother (Deceased) My mother was a mystery to the court. Father returned from war with her riding beside him, an owl on the pommel of her saddle, and she never left her side thereafter. Though she was the second of his wives, she bore him a child before the queen he left in Monument, Ludaya, could manage to do so (mostly because my mother conceived me when she first met my father, away at war). She was fey and feared, keeping company with her owl. It was whispered that she knew things she shouldn't have been able to know, and practiced dark magics. Some even say that she learned her arts from the Witch of the Woods. For myself? I loved her deeply, and she fostered in me my love of the wildernesses and ancient places. She understood my dark moods and praised my poetry. If she was a witch, her powers did not save her, for she died from a sickness of the lungs. Though she died five years ago, I still grieve her loss terribly.
	Queen Mother Kalmenia The Dowager-Queen of Svarsten • Grandmother My grandmother and I have a...polite relationship at best. She never liked my mother, and some of that has bled into her relationship with me. She did first train me to hold a sword, however, though I hated it and frequently fled or hid from those childhood training sessions.
	Queen Ludaya The Silver-Queen of Svarsten Ludaya was jealous of my mother - she'd married my father right before he departed for war, and when he returned, he brought with him another bride, already pregnant with an heir! She outright despises me, as well, and constantly works to drive a wedge between myself and her first-born daughter, Ithyah.
	Princess Ithyah Bjarnsdottir Princess of Svarsten Despite her mother's dislike of me, Ithyah and I have been on-and-off friends over the years, though we have also been bitter rivals before as well. She has just turned 19, and is a blooded warrior.
	Queen Anja The Sword-Queen of Svarsten Queen Anja and I do not get along. Frankly, she finds me contemptible - to her, men ought to be warriors, and a man my age should have already written a name for himself in the blood of his enemies, or died trying. She doesn't hesitate to use nasty names for me - unman and eunuch are her favorites - but she does not dare to do so around the others of my family.

Friends

	Frostmane Loyal Companion • Familiar (•••) Frostman is my first and only real companion. I spend hours with him everyday, and he always has some kind of feedback to give on my poetry (he hates free verse, it seems - the quickest way to get his approval is rhyme, no matter how doggerel). I frequently sneak him into the gardens at the palace, letting him roam and eat what he likes - including Queen Gyselle's prized chrysanthemums. The Master of Stables is a bit frightened of him, and the stable-boys are in awe of him, so I'm the only one that takes care of him, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
	Soaring Hymn Friend & Teacher A friend of both my mother and father, I remember going with my mother to visit the monasteries that are Soaring Hymn's home and responsibility. Shortly after my mother's death, I came back and she put me to work to take my mine off of my grief. I scribed for her, and in return, she taught me a weapon no one had ever really shown me how to use before: the bow. Though it upset my father, I love the calm, steady hum of the pull and release of the string, and the foresight its distance from battle lends me. To this day, Soaring Hymn and I remain friends.
	Eetu Cousin My cousin and role model through much of my childhood. I knew instinctively that father wished that I was as good a son as he is - he's a warrior and takes his responsibilities with the city guard quite seriously. He also has a head for business that is quite enviable, enough so that he'd take the prestigious role of quartermaster for the guard. Despite this, Eetu has never mocked or bullied me; in fact, he has stepped up to those who would before.
	Jod Unofficial Uncle "Uncle" Jod has always been my sanctuary. When I was a boy, and Grandmother or the arms-master were frustrated at my inability (or inattention) at learning the arts of war, I would sometimes run away, fleeing the palace entirely. The tall towers of the Guilds Towers always drew my attention, and I was a boy of ten or so the first time I wandered into Jod's workshop and hid from my Grandmother's men behind the plunging basin in his shop. He found me, and we had snacks and talked (the fact that he had a duck as a pet was nothing short of glorious to me as a child). Mother found me and complimented Jod on his work, and gave me permission to return there in the future, which I often did. All his apprentices and other workers know me, and generally ignore me when I show up, fuming or near tears, to take my customary seat in one corner of the forge. He even set up a small table there for me, where I write the absolute worst poems on purpose. He did seem to like the one I wrote that's meant to be recited to the rhythm of his hammer on anvil, though.
	Ryken The Sword-Monk Though I've known him for years, I don't truly feel as though I know Ryken. He is quiet, secure in his skill, and looked up to by others for his gifts. I find his calm to be very soothing, and sometimes when I come to the monastery, it's to visit him, not Soaring Hymn. We don't talk much, though, which is sometimes just what I need.
	Seven Veils Toccata Artful Personage Quite honestly, I was very dazzled when I first encountered Seven Veils Toccata. When I was younger, I just assumed that everyone else saw in her what I did, and that's why they were so taken with her: beautiful, artistic, graceful, a quick wit, and someone who created beautiful music. As it turns out, most of the court claimed that's what they appreciated in her, but mostly wanted to bed her. I'm not confused about that - even I can see that she is incredibly lovely. I just...feel like intimate time would be wasted when we could instead be singing or discussing art, and I sort of feel like it would end with her being disheveled, and I can't bear the thought of that.