Gelon Serkonys

Gelon is currently the Spymaster of the Lost Legion, and has served in this position under Vyrmidon Melos for many years.

Appearance and Character
While many of the Lost Legion members are swaggering, brusque soldiers typical of their ilk, Gelon Serkonys is more a more taciturn, private man. His analytical mind has served Vyrmidon Melos well on many occasions, whether providing information regarding enemy fortifications, who might be in need of the company's services, or whether one of their enemies has a secret mistress - all such information is the purvey of Gelon Serkonys.

When gathering information or recruiting those to further his various aims, the Volantene is often loathe to show his face. His white-blonde hair is often left concealed beneath a hood, his distinctive short beard and curled moustaches hidden underneath a scarf or one of the narrow-slitted helms favoured by the Lost Legion.

Volantis
Gelon Serkonys, like his commander, was not only from Volantis, but could boast descent from the founders of the First Daughter. His father had been a merchant of curiosities and esoteric trinkets, his mother a wealthy Volantene dowager. Gelon had always been a mischievous child, one to coerce his siblings and peers into trouble while himself maintaining his distance. While others were impetuous, his approach was more measured, calculating.

Life in his father’s footsteps promised to send him to many far-flung destinations - were it not for a series of unfortunate temptations. They had recently docked in Lys, with several goods aboard the Bellara (including a skull of a great extinct lizard found in Sothoryos, painted in red woad by long dead native tribes), when Gelon had taken his first steps into a Lysene pillowhouse. He lost himself for several days in a delirium of narcotics and bedslaves, and when his money had run dry and when fully roused from his stupor, Gelon had realised that his father’s ship had long since departed.

Living in Lys on nought but one’s wits was a challenge. Gelon initially sought sponsorship from the noble families of the city, and while he was received as a novelty, Gelon was unable to win himself the hand of an heiress, or a position in a celebrated household. He soon found that information was power, however, and began to sell choice information he heard at such gatherings to those who sought such knowledge. Gang leaders and aristocrats alike paid well for whispered secrets, or stolen missives.

The Lost Legion
Mercenary companies paid good coin for details of their foes - it was when dealing with the Lost Legion that Gelon learned not to double cross them. After Vyrmidon had calmed down and removed the blade from Gelon’s throat, he had seen his fellow Volantene for his merit - both as regards the business of intelligence gathering and his celebrated bloodline. The Lost Legion were the sons of old Valyria, after all, and Gelon would make a fine recruit. Thereafter was the lot of the sellsword - that is to say a lover in every port and twice as many enemies left behind. Gelon Serkonys knelt with the rest when Vyrmidon had unveiled Stormsong, that apparition from the Doom. There were none who served Vyrmidon Melos so faithfully as his Spymaster.

Recent Events
To be updated as the RP occurs