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13:35, 27th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Maester Kendrick

A bright-eyed young man wearing the chain and undyed robes of a maester. His skin has seen some sun, but his compulsively busy hands have not seen hard labor. He keeps his brown hair and beard cropped very short, as though to intentionally draw a sharper contrast between himself and his older, grey-bearded peers.

History:
Born to a spice merchant in Oldtown, Kendrick enjoyed a childhood of wealth and comfort. Great things were expected of him, and he expected even more of himself. However, in his fifteenth year, his family was brought to ruin and disgrace. His father was framed for tax evasion (he refuses to believe that his father might actually have been guilty,) his home, ships, and assets were seized by House Hightower, and he fled to the Wall. The scandal was the talk of Oldtown. Kendrick took what little coin he could keep for himself and enrolled as an acolyte at the Citadel. He promised himself that he would be a maester who commanded true respect, even from snobbish lords and ladies. He resolved that he would never know shame again.

His next disappointment came when he forged his chain. Though he had hoped to be groomed as the successor to the aged Archmaester Turston, he found himself appointed to a tiny house in Dorne. He tried to make the most of his modest assignment: He treated fevers and swept up raven shit with nary a complaint, convinced Lord Velaryon to make some modest additions to the castle library, spent every spare hour designing new and better siege towers and trebuchets, and waited for an opportunity for something better.

The extinction of House Velaryon at the Tourney at Harrenhal seemed to be that opportunity. He lent his services to House Fyrre's war effort and sailed north. It was not strictly in keeping with the Citadel's ancient protocols, but he was sure he could convince his superiors that he was acting in service to the late House Velaryon, which after all was his duty. And when word spread of his tactical and engineering brilliance, surely he would finally get the respect he deserved...