Luceon Banefort

Luceon Banefort is the current Lord of the Banefort, a title he holds through marriage to his Wife. He was born second fiddle to his elder brother, the now deceased Reynard Banefort. He is wed to Lady Alyce Banefort.

Appearance and Character
Those whom know Luceon, and whom witnessed his rise from youth to man can remark upon how he grew from a scrawny young lad, to a man of sturdy height and build. Yet, while such has changed, his piercing green eyes, and the distaste they possess have changed naught from his youth, with the same being said for the mess of brown curls that crown his head.

Luceon draws entertainment from many-a-things, and although one would by no means call these activities of the day, they are most certainly interesting, to say the least. Luceon's outward character differs depending upon with whom he is regarding and addressing, to servants and the like, it is a cold and unwelcoming demeanor, one that has been known, rather oft, to break and give way to an estrangement like no other. Yet, with Nobles and those of import, while not warm by any means, Luceon is noticably more reserved and controlled, whether such is due to his Lady Wife, none know.

396 A.C. Dusk Makes Way for Night
T'was a half night and a full day through which Luceon made his mother labour. Many say you cannot know that an infant will grow to be a most differing individual, and they are correct, so far as infants are concerned. Luceon's more estranged proclivities would not begin to manifest until sometime during the year 402 A.C., when he was sent to be a page, and later squire, with his kin at Ashemark.

402 - 405 A.C. The Dusk Breaks
The first few years of his time at Ashemark proved rather uneventful. His days were filled with the tasks of a page, conveying messages and letters around the Keep, retrieving items required by his Lord, and observing court. It would not be until the seventh moon of 405 A.C. when the young lad discovered his own proclivities. Having also been a rowdy boy, oft searching for something, anything, to entertain himself, he seemed to discover it in the kennels of Ashemark, a bitch had recently birthed a litter of pups and the Kennelmaster had suggested to Luceon that he go choose a pup to raise as his own, seeing no reason to not do so, Luceon took the man's advice.

After staring at the bitch and her pups for some time he had found himself bored of such and had gone off to explore the rest of the Kennels. A range of hounds he found, small, medium, large, black, brown, grey, white, spots, splotches, all kinds. Eventually though, he came across something that was so oft denied him in favour of training swords; a knife ripe with an edge that could kill, literally. Drifting back toward his original purpose, Luceon soon found himself inside the cage where the more docile animals were kept, soon the bitch was dead, the dagger a red mess, as were Luceon's clothes and face. It had been a blind strike, for Luceon had known little of what he was doing. He watched in silence as the animal whimpered and eventually, died. He had thought himself done with that then, but when the incessant whining of the pups met with his ears after his adrenaline rush broke, he found himself greatly annoyed and soon all but one were with their mother. For whatever reason, he felt akin with this final pup, and so took it as his own.

It would not be long before the Kennelmaster had informed the Lord Marbrand of what had happened, and it was not long after that Luceon was called forth for private converse. Scolded and commanded, Luceon returned to his own chambers, such was not to happen again, and it would not, not for two years.

407 - 408 A.C. The Night Overwhelms
When the orders to march south came, the Lord Marbrand faithfully heeded them. At the mere age of eleven, Luceon was dressed appropriately and went south into the Reach, very much so, and very naively expecting to see himself meet with combat. While he himself would most likely never have seen combat even if the Reach had not surrendered, it was not just he, but the entire army whom would not see combat. For when the Reach heard word of armies coming to crush them from both the West and Dorne, they eagerly surrendered and ran and cowered in their castles, begging for the Queen's mercy like a gaggle of scared geese.

It would be during this time, while the army of the West was encamped upon the fertile land of the Reach, that young Luceon would commit the first truly heinous act of his life. Having grown bored with the days of no movement, no action, and no combat, one young night, after finding himself on the other end of a quarter tankard, and feeling rather out of sorts, he came to blows with a fellow squire, the boy in question two years his junior; some nobody from nowhere. A few strikes later, and the boy was on the ground, in a shake. Panic quickly set in and Luceon did his best to hide the boy. Once he was sure his crime was concealed from prying eyes, he took pause and stared down at what he had done, he felt no remorse, and no true sense of wrongdoing, in truth, the whole event had left him feeling rather excited and exhilerated. Yet alas, he was indeed discovered, by the Lord Marbrand himself.

409 - 414 A.C. All is Night
Upon return to the West, the young lad was swiftly returned to the Banefort, sent home to be raised amongst his kin and those descended from the Hooded King. Once home, Luceon discovered a true sense of belonging as he spent his days amidst both martial and learned pursuits, notably his personal uncovering of the history of his House and that of the Hooded King. While he soon found himself enjoying his days of learnign more than he had in the past, and did not himself wanting to follow through upon the hienous actions of his past, his elder brother, Reynard, had without hesitation become a thorn in his side since his return home.

Where Luceon studied quietly, Reynard made loud sounds in the hall and sent servants to constantly deserve his younger brother. Where Luceon practiced with both horse and sword, Reynard attempted to scare Luceon from his saddle, and convinced other boys to use blades they should not have had access to; those with sharpened edge. Where Luceon slept, Reynard snuck in and covered him in piss and food scraps, and some nights even left his clothes and other belongings with holes and ruin about them. Such went on until well into 411 A.C., for that was as long as Luceon could persist.

Under the shade of night, Luceon was practicing in the yard, now with sharpened edge, as he oft did, for he had found night to be oh so peaceful, with something comforting about the darkness. In the midst of his practice, his elder brother decided to disturb him, throwing some object at his back as he struck and lunged at the dummy. Soon the altercation between the two brothers escalated, and Luceon found himself staring across at Reynard, blades in both their respective hands, shields in the other, they were circling each other. The fight did not last long. While Luceon had worked to improve himself over the past years, Reynard had only worked at whores and a pox. Reynard, Luceon had thought, oft seemed Daeron the Drunkard reborn. Soon enough, Reynard was on the ground, pleading, and soon after that, his belly had a sore spot. Then, his pleas were no more on the air of the Banefort.

Rumours were abound, as they were expected to be. But no rumour ever placed Luceon solely in the position of blame, or correctly guessed upon the events of that fateful night.

In the aftermath of such a night, Luceon oft found himself returning to the location of his brother's death during the hour of the wolf, so very lacking in purpose and drive. Most nights he would just stand there, staring at the spot, not quite sure what to think. Everyone said the death of his brother was a grave sadness, and that he had experienced a true loss, at least to his face, rumours were of course healthily about the castle when others believed he was not at listening or nearby.

Luceon liked these rumours not. The existence of these rumours and the fact that Luceon was continually hearing them grow and not dissipate gradually ate away at his patience, and so, when he found two serving girls collecting left over food and silverware from his chambers, whom were so very obviously discussing the rumours, a red fury took over his face. Soon after, those servants found themselves very much at his mercy, and never to be living again by the next dawn. As the young noble's victims grew in number, he found himself steadily beginning to enjoy his nocturnal pursuits, his secret proclivities, while also thinking it a rather smart way of killing the rumours that haunted him, yet, what he had not expected, was that as his count of victims rose, so would the rumours evolve to begin painting him as evils such as "the Hooded King reborn", and "the Vampire of the Banefort". At first, the growth in the rumours only further fuelled Luceon's anger, leading to a series of messy disappearances, but eventually Luceon came to realise that no matter what, the rumours woud live, and so resided himself to such a reality, and instead focused upon his nocturnal proclivities, and ensuring that no physical proof would be left behind for curious minds to chance upon.

415 A.C. Banefort Weds Banefort
A year after the passing of Lord Tybolt Banefort, the recently ascended Lady Alyce was ready to take a Husband and fulfil her duty to her House. While many-a-noble were suggested, with names from all over the West, and even the Reach and Riverlands, when the name 'Luceon Banefort' was proposed, the security of the marriage could not be denied. The last two Baneforts, their marriage would assuredly procure the future of the Banefort line under the Banefort name, while also ensuring no internal conflict or dispute would break out in favour of placing Luceon at the head of the House. Yet, in the three years since, their marriage has of yet to yield heirs or the fabled 'love'.

Recent Events

 * Luceon Banefort travels to the Tourney at Summerhall along with the rest of the Westerlands and a contingent of Banefort soldiers.

Family

 * Lord Tybolt Banefort, b. 358 A.C. d. 414 A.C.
 * m. Lady Genna Stackspear, b. 361 A.C. d. 395 A.C.
 * Ser Damion Banefort, 383 A.C. d. 414 A.C.
 * Ser Robert Banefort, 388 A.C. d. 409 A.C.
 * Lady Alyce Banefort, b. 395 A.C.
 * m. Lord Luceon Banefort, b. 396 A.C.
 * Ser Regenald Banefort, b. 362 A.C. d. 412 A.C.
 * m. Lady Cerelle Marbrand, b. 367 A.C.
 * Reynard Banefort, b. 393 A.C. d. 411 A.C.
 * Lord Luceon Banefort, b. 396 A.C. (Duplicate.)
 * m. Lady Alyce Banefort, b. 395 A.C. (Duplicate.)