Vaegon Flowers

Vaegon Flowers
A bastard son of Maegor Waters the former heir to the throne and a Roxton noblewoman. While he heard stories of his father at a younger age, he has yet to meet Maegor. Currently, Vaegon resides in Oldtown where he found a knack for gaining information.

Appearance and Character
Vaegons body is lean lending from his upbringing in the Reach. Though despite the lack of meat his body is defined well. His hair in its natural state holds a slight curl to it at the tips. Though he holds little doubt to his heritage as his eyes are a violet and his hair holds a blonde silver to it. He wears his valyrian features like a badge of honour.

Frequenting taverns regularly Vaegon is found conversing with the drunken and the mad. The night sky is an ever-growing wonder to him. While the drunken rants of failed maesters breathe life into his mind.

Though his favourite people are the drunken guardsmen. With a light touch, or the right phrase. The bastard of the former prince has learned quite a few things.

Early Life
His mother was the shame of the Ring. Though Maegor had earned the right to roam the realm. To know their house sired a bastard of the disgraced prince brought shame on them.

In his early days, his mother was tender to him. It was not till the famine came did Vaegon start to feel the wrath that his mother endured. When she succumbed to the famine in 393 AC, Vaegon had no allies left in the Ring.

Left at the mercy of the House that did not want him. He endured till his eleventh name day. On that day, Vaegon left the Ring and began to roam the Reach.

Roaming the Reach
Alone, and destitute Vaegon lived on the kindness of strangers. There would be days where he'd feast in taverns. Others would see him sleep in a cold field hoping to wake the next day.

The Roseroad became his salvation and his damnation. On it, he learnt the true cruelty of man. Though he also saw the true good in people as well. This split in the people of the reach sparked the fire that is Vaegons love of philosophy.

Oldtown
When he left the ring, Vaegon was on his eleventh name day. As he entered the gates of Oldtown he was entering his seventeenth name day. In those six years, Vaegon had learnt so much yet understood so little.

Spending the first few months bouncing between pillow houses and taverns. He began to hone his skill. Using the lusts and hopes of people to earn a better place to stay for the night, to make a few more coins for the night. It was never pleasant but it was fascinating.

For a year Vaegon played this dangerous game of seeing how much he could squeeze out of people. Using people, and his own body as the tokens for this game. He had amassed enough wealth to obtain a quiet permanent living space within the city.

Family:
Father: Maegor Waters

Mother: Unnamed Roxton Woman