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 and Surrounding Area
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.

Staying within the Hightower
During the tenth month of 407, Vaegon emerging from a brothel was approached by a group of men. These men after a short conversation brought Vaegon to the Hightower.

It was here, Vaegon was made aware that he was to be a permanent visitor within the Hightower. During which time, he found different guards outside his doors each morning.

Despite the guards, and inability to leave the Hightower. Vaegon found one luxury. The library of the Hightower, it's expansive tomes open to him. During this time, Vaegon found a friendship with Jaehaera Targaryen.

Meeting the Lord Protector
As the days bled into weeks, Vaegon finally was granted a meeting with one who was not of the Hightowers. Though, he did not expect to be face to face with Maekar Targaryen himself. The conversation the two shared quickly became heated.

Vaegon sticking to the faith of his mother, held distrust for the goals of Maekar's plan. Though, when left with the suggestion of being at the mercy of Lucifer Hightower, Vaegon was quick to pledge himself to the cause. Though perhaps it was poorly timed as Maekar not long after began a doomed trek into dorne. Something that Vaegon would not learn for many years.

A Final Plea
As the days following Maekars departure of Hightower, Vaegon began to wait expectantly a desire to see the world around him. Instead he was met with the same treatment of new guards each day. Growing tired of the matter, he sought out Lucifier Hightower to enact a plea.

His plea, was met with resounding dismissal by the Lord of the Hightower. "'Your worth?' He chuckled, harsh. 'Have you skill at arms, martial experience enough to be trusted with a command? Or I the foolishness to arm one I've just met with steel and men to wield it? Are you a scholar, versed in dragonlore, with fell poisons and Eastern magicks to drive those infernos made form from the skies?'""'Your worth is your blood, Vaegon Waters. Has been, and always will be. I have already sent word to your father's people. Perhaps even now, Morghul's wings beat the sky as your father rushes south for you. Like as not, he couldn't care less. But to set you free would be folly.' ""-Lucifer Hightower"Dejected, and lost Vaegon returned to his chambers and sat without much notice. It was not long after this day did Lord Hightower march to Highgarden in what became the battle that never was.

Release From the Hightower
As the judgments from Queen Visaera began to roll out, Leyton Hightower who had been released sent word to Hightower. In his letter he offered Vaegon a small pouch of gold, an apology, and a horse. Though Leyton left an offer for the two to talk.

Not wishing to spend anymore time than needed, Vaegon took the offer and found himself alone once more to roam the open realm.

Roaming Once More
With the reach open to him once more, Vaegon began to roam in quiet solitary. In his travels, he fell into his olden traits. Going from town to town, brothel to brothel. Vaegon roamed much as his father had done. From the shores of Hightower to the heart of the Stormlands. Vaegon Flowers was a man without a home, or much direction. Though it would be an action to familiar to him that would cause Vaegon to rethink his actions.

The Sins of the Father
As his travels brought him through the Stormlands, Vaegon found a brothel he found comfort in. Spending roughly a year within the brothel and the surrounding town. Vaegon fathered a pair of children himself. A boy and girl, children he'd name Maegar, and Jahaelle. Once the children were old enough to travel, and not bound to their mother Vaegon took the children and left the village.

Home Sweet Home
As the wanderlust settled within Vaeon, he began to look where he could establish his roots.

{Rest is TBD}

Family:
Father: Maegor Waters

Mother: Unnamed Roxton Woman

Sibilings: Children:
 * Aelor Sand,
 * Daemon Snow,
 * Cynthea Stone,
 * Jeyne Rivers,
 * Roslin Rivers,
 * Aleyxa Pyke
 * Maegar, and Jahaelle (Born 408 AC)