winter soldier

Sorry he didn't end up being a Stark. Couldn't work it into the character I was formulating.

He's up for stuff.

Name: Maester Aneirin (Redwyne)
Age: Forty
House: Cerwyn, indirectly House Stark (by association) and marginally Houses Redwyne and Tyrell (by birth).
Personality: Narcissistic, foxy, satirical, cagey, flamboyant.
Three Life Facts:
- Noble only by name, Aneirin was born a cousin of a cousin of House Redwyne, so distantly and tangentially linked to the predominant bloodline that his claim to a seat—or a bench, barrel, footstool, anything remotely resembling something one might sit on—in the Arbor was laughable at best. As such, he enjoyed certain boons of not being absolutely poor but had rather no hope of climbing the social ladder, regardless of how good-looking or charming he might’ve been. He was useless with a sword, so knighthood was undoubtedly out. Fortunately, one absolutely ordinary summer day, Aneirin told his father that the idea of wildfire was actually super cool, which loosely translated to ‘I want to be a Maester, please, daddy, ship me to Oldtown post-haste.’ His father graciously complied, tossing his (vehemently protesting) youngest son onto the deck of a merchant vessel departing for Oldtown without so much as a ‘by-your-leave.’ Aneirin was eight at the time.
- It was pure dumb luck that Aneirin would actually excel as a novice, earning his first link (silver) shortly after his thirteenth nameday. He’d go on to forge a full chain during the subsequent ten years, focusing his attentions on more concrete, practical areas of study such as warcraft, smithing, poison craft and ravenry, earning multiple links in each. Upon the completion of his studies, he dithered. Misliking the idea of allying himself with any particular house, misliking the notion of staying on and gradually rotting away into an old ruin doddering around The Citadel for the rest of his useful life even more. Aneirin rejected an honest offer to become an Archmaester, turning his nose up at the matching ring, rod and mask like it wasn’t an honor of enormous proportions and instead took to the roads, with naught but a slim pack of earthly belongings on his back and his hard-earned chain around his neck. For years Aneirin lived as a vagabond, practicing his craft in minor keeps and towns to earn enough coin to continue in his travels. In time he earned a reputation and a moniker, ‘The Wandering Maester,’ which he’d use in lieu of his own given name so frequently it would became part of his personal identity. On the road he was recognizable by the common folk not only for his maester’s chain and fabulous, meticulously-groomed facial hair but also the distinctive set of armor he wore in favor of traditional robes—forged for Davos the Dragonslayer, he’d say, fully restored. Which was complete BS, but Aneirin was as much a liar as he was an academic, prone to flights of fancy and outrageous yarn-weaving he might’ve made a half-way decent bard if he didn’t deem such a profession to be utterly below him.
- The Wandering Maester abruptly met his end upon making the acquaintance of Lord and Lady Arryn, whom he encountered travelling south along the Kingsroad by pure happenstance. One he delighted with his passable skills of trickery and illusion, the other… slightly more naked. Though they already possessed their own ruin of a Maester they kept him on as a performing buffoon, enjoying his nightly rituals of entertainment in one form or another. Upon reaching Kings Landing Lord Arryn, though quite fond of his bedroom acrobatics, pressed Aneirin into service of House Cerwyn, whose liege lord was now Master of Laws and whose children suffered from numerous ailments brought upon by the humid southern climate.
Relationships: To be added
Taken By: winter soldier
Played By: Ewan McGregor