HAYTHAM

Haytham prit en vue les deux en parlant, certainement un contraste jumelé. Un salut d'un mot, et un salut de cinquante mots, tous deux ponctués de poignées de main. Il les accepta tous les deux en même temps, avant de changer de mains et de les secouer à nouveau, en hurlant alors que le garçon aux cheveux blonds continuait à parler. Il sentait déjà que les arrivées cette année seraient beaucoup plus intéressantes que sa propre classe l'avait été. Il restait à voir si c'était bon ou mauvais.
Tandis qu'il se cognait un sourcil à la vue du serviteur légèrement violent de Brendan, les seules pensées qui accompagnaient la vue étaient de son propre gardien terrifiant. Espérons que la course qu'il lui a faite durera pour la plupart de cette cérémonie d'ouverture, bien que trop de retard ait parlé de mauvaises nouvelles. Mauvaise nouvelle qu'il n'avait pas hâte de recevoir. Pourtant, c'était des soucis quand le problème était devant lui. Pour l'instant, ces deux-là étaient le seul problème potentiel sur lequel il devait se concentrer.
"A ceux du désert, vous êtes tous des seigneurs du nord, je vous appellerai peut-être Nord-Ouest si vous préférez."
Il a finalement répondu, quand Brendan avait fini de parler. Alors qu'il avait grandi dans un royaume isolationniste, il n'était pas si indifférent à la géographie de l'empire. Bien qu'il ait supposé qu'ils n'avaient aucun moyen de connaître ses propres origines, outre son apparence. Il devrait s'habituer à dire son propre nom aujourd'hui, bien que le fait que le garçon aux cheveux foncés n'ait pas offert son n'ait pas échappé Haytham.
"Haytham Avion, heureux de vous rencontrer."
Il a concentré son attention sur le calme. Le garçon aux cheveux blonds n'a eu aucun mal à faire la conversation, mais l'autre... Soit il n'y avait aucun intérêt, soit il avait besoin d'aide. Le premier, Haytham ne pouvait rien faire, le second cependant était remédiable. Au moins, potentiellement remédiable.
« Les lames et l'ennui sont tous deux des façons horriblement douloureuses de mourir, mais je pense moi-même que le froid m'aurait avant l'un et l'autre. Brendan dit que tu es encore plus au nord qu'il l'est, prince aux cheveux corbeaux? Il fait assez froid pour cette "neige" dont j'ai entendu parler? J'attends tous les deux l'avenir et j'ai peur de l'expérimenter pour moi-même. »
H A Y T H A M
APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

"Either do it or don't, stop overthinking things so much."
 N A M EPrince Haytham Ionnes Avion of Ohanior

 AGE15

 G E N D E RMale

 I D E N T I T YHulevi

 A P P E A R A N C EWith intelligent eyes and a warm smile, Haytham could probably be called handsome based on his personality alone. Still, with the dark hair and light tan common to his people, he could almost be called average in some respects. At 5'4", he's shorter than most Hulevi, but carries that height with confidence. Besides, there was still time left to grow into a giant... Right? Bags can also frequently be seen beneath his eyes, perhaps hints of stress he doesn't show on the surface.
Clothing wise he tends to wear a red jacket, red because of the colors of his house, and a jacket because he find the Conclave intolerably cold. While not too much farther north than his homeland, he never adapted to the change in climate, and still finds himself freezing even on warm days. Other than this, there aren't any particular outfits or styles he sticks to from day to day, mostly choosing whatever he fancies. This is wholly without regard to what is considered proper for the occasion.

 P E R S O N A L I T YLaid back and personable, Haytham is surprisingly gregarious for a member of the famously withdrawn House Avion. He is at the same time dedicated to his duty, and completely unconcerned by it. Formalities are a chore, worrying accomplishes nothing, and duty is always simple. While his self-assurance in those three truths is often mistaken for indifference, those who know him are aware of the regency overseeing his homeland, and the real reason his is attending the Conclave is for his people. Ultimately, he is someone who will always do what needs to be done, and look utterly unconcerned doing it.

 C H I L D H O O D Haytham grew up the heir to House Avion, and with no siblings, aunts, or uncles, his inheritance was all but assured. The inevitability of his duty permeated his entire childhood, and his parents threw everything they had into their child. All their love, resources, and... expectations. Perhaps this over-saturation throughout his life is the reason for his fatal lack of concern in everything he does, but the true answer is a mystery.
House Avion have always been dedicated to keeping the Goddess's peace. Like a rock they have remained in their ancestral homes, never migrating to the heartlands, never wandering like their Phoeni cousins. They chose a space and remained there, fighting many wars over their rich lands. Never expanding, never shrinking, they welcomed the peace and were one of it's strongest advocates.
However, for several generations now there has been skepticism over the ability for the peace to last, and they have been growing increasingly withdrawn from the political landscape. Instead, focusing inwardly, preparing for the next era of conflict that they believe now to be inevitable. Haytham is the first member of the family to attend the Conclave in almost a century, and indeed had no plans to before the death of his father. Statecraft had become homeschooled by tradition, and something the Avion's prided themselves on.
This, above all is what filled Haytham's childhood. The very things that awaited him at the Conclave. His mother died in childbirth, and his father had always been sickly: there had never been time to waste in his education. He admitted, when he turned down the throne to attend to the Conclave, it was partly to experience the socializing and duty-free life he had missed out on as a child. In his place Ser Auric, his father's trusted friend and steward ruled as regent, trying to keep the country stable during the current power vacuum.

 M O T I V E SWhile his upbringing has already afforded him more than a passing knowledge of statecraft, the death of his father has hastened a need to build connections with other rulers across the land. While he hopes to refine his abilities while at the conclave, his primary purpose is to assess the upcoming political situation with the soon-to-be monarchs, and ensure his homeland's future safety.

 C R E D E N T I A L S
Diplomacy: While his personal motives would suggest it, along with his friendly personality, diplomacy is not one of Haythan's main focuses of study at the Conclave. His family has pursued a policy of increasing isolation overtime as they've seen the influence of the goddess waning, and have focused their efforts inward rather than outward.
Faith: A believer in the need for a united land under the goddess's command, it can't be said that Haytham lacks faith. Still, he also believes her power to be fading, and that preparation is needed if her divine peace ever ceased.
Intrigue: If Haytham is lacking in any area, it could certainly be considered this. While aware not everyone is trustworthy, he can't find it in himself to view others with suspicion.A naivety that will surely never come to bite him.
Magic: While Haytham holds a deep curiosity for magic, he doesn't consider it important enough to dedicate his time to compared to focusing on statecraft.
Martial: With his family's long held believe that the peace the land has enjoy cannot last, Haytham throws himself furiously into the studies of tactics and martial arts in order to be able to defend his Kingdom if that time ever truly comes. Training with a blade in his hand is perhaps the only time he can be described as serious.
Stewardship: Again, his family's growing policy of isolation has created a desire to make his state as self-sufficient as possible. Should war break out, a strong economy will be paramount to keeping the army strong, and dissuade any sharpened blades from trying to carve up his kingdom. 
 C O M P A N I O N S Ser Alexios - The man who has taught Haytham swordplay his entire life. While the prince is dedicated to learning as many new techniques at the Conclave as possible, he remains the boy's favorite sparring partner.
Swift - If anyone knows her original name, they've never spoken it to Haytham. Approaching her forties, the woman has served his family all of her life as a servant, and is renowned for the speed at which she carries out her tasks. Is responsible for keeping Haytham in constant communication with his regent.

 R E L A T I O N SDunno!