HAYTHAM
"Votre peuple? Je ne pense pas avoir eu cette réponse avant. Mon peuple est heureux de se sentir protégé et de gagner de l'argent. Je ne peux pas dire s'ils se soucient de mon étiquette par rapport à ça, mais... différentes cultures, non? Je n'ai pas eu le plaisir de visiter les terres de Tromani dans ma vie. »
Haytham claqua les yeux sur son gardien en regardant l'homme, et lui donna un clin d'œil de reconnaissance. Haytham lui-même n'était pas armé, et ne laissait pas souvent Ser Alexios l'accompagner à des événements sociaux, de sorte qu'il n'avait pas peur d'être confondu avec une menace. Pourtant, comme beaucoup d'autres hommes chargés de garder les futurs monarques, il avait l'air très capable. Peut-être qu'un jour Haytham serait capable de convaincre Aleandra de les laisser spar ensemble, sa main d'épée secoua à la pensée avant qu'il retourne les yeux à Aleandra. La deuxième fois qu'elle a parlé semblait beaucoup plus détendue que la première, et il espérait que c'était son influence le permettant. Si peu de gens ont refusé de ne pas être coincés au Conclave.
"Formalités? Non, j'ai dû vous donner une mauvaise impression. Les gens qui fréquentent cette école aiment les formalités plus qu'ils n'aiment la vie elle-même. C'est vraiment assez fou."
Il n'a pas pu s'empêcher de se serrer la tête. Bien qu'il soit venu dans cette école en partie pour trouver de futurs amis et alliés, il semblait qu'il était dix ans trop tard. Ils auraient adoré le garçon raide qu'il avait commencé comme, plutôt que l'homme dans lequel il grandissait. En l'état, il ne s'était jamais senti aussi mal à la place.
« Quant à cette école, je suis peut-être partiale. Ma famille en a longtemps dédainé, et je peux trouver peu d'amour pour l'endroit des autres étudiants ici. Tu as dit que tu voulais plaire à ton peuple? Mon peuple est la seule raison pour laquelle j'ai pris la décision de venir ici, et je reste la seule raison pour laquelle je n'ai pas encore essayé de travailler à une évasion. »
Il s'est arrêté alors, clignotant quelques fois avant de laisser tomber une seconde. Ici, il lui disait de se détendre et de ne pas s'inquiéter tout en parlant de combien il détestait l'endroit où elle vivrait pour les prochaines années. Pas exactement l'approche la plus réfléchie qu'il ait jamais adoptée dans une conversation. Tout en pensant à quelque chose pour la rassurer, il a pris un moment pour donner à la noble femme une fois de plus. Elle avait certainement mis plus d'efforts dans son apparence qu'il ne l'avait fait pour la journée, bien que de mettre moins serait carrément inquiétant niveaux de négligence. Ses yeux s'attardaient plus longtemps en admirant les appels de l'épéeur sur ses mains, faisant remarquer que son gardien ne serait peut-être pas le seul à s'affronter alors qu'il secouait la main une fois de plus.
"Tu sembles plus prêt que je ne l'étais, je suis sûr que tu en auras un moment plus facile. Espérons que nous partions tous les deux ici avec les moyens de plaire à notre peuple."
Il s'est presque retourné pour s'en aller, avant de s'attraper. Aleandra Pridedane. Il ne se souciait pas des formalités, mais les deux étaient à peine correctement introduits à ce moment-là. Il répugnait à s'attacher le nom de sa maison à la première réunion, mais Swift était devenu agaçant en insistant sur le fait qu'il était d'une importance vitale pour rencontrer d'autres nobles. Il n'avait pas envie d'assister à une autre conférence de la part de la femme à son retour. Pendant un moment, il a réfléchi si l'extension d'une main violait une sorte de protocole royal, mais il s'est senti approprié, et s'il était honnête avec lui-même, il l'aurait fait que ce soit ou non.
"Désolé, je suppose que je vous ai désavantagé maintenant. Haytham Avion, et le plaisir est pour moi."
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!