Hugh Caron

Lord of the Marches

Marshal of the Marches

**Hugh Caron** is the current Lord of Nightsong and Head of House Caron. He is the firstborn son and only heir born of the marriage of Lady Sophia Caron, and her husband, Ser Criston Caron. Having come into his inheritance at the mere age of five, Hugh has never known life not as a Lord, and has been thoroughly indulgent with his rights and powers.

## Appearance and Character

Hugh carries both the red hair and green eyes of his paternal grandsire, Ser Casper Caron. Though, in face shape and much else, is indistinguishable between his two grandsires, as they were after all, brothers. Further so, Hugh stands at a respectable height, and has a lithe and lean build, with the muscle of martial training accompanying.

As for attire, Hugh is oft clad in some of the finest and most expensive clothing, while also posessing a fine set of midnight black plate armour with gold trim, and a bellows face sallet helmet, though rarely dons the armour as it fits not with his style of combat, and serves more as a display of wealth.

Further still, as for character, Hugh is of a fiery and voracious temperament. Posessing of a great impatience, Hugh is oft to expect his wants immediately, a thing which has never truly been reigned in for the young Lord as both his parents passed when he was but a young boy, and the remaining members of his family wished not to deny the young boy after his loss, and so too with his rather self-centred attitude considered.

As such, with his years, Hugh has grown into an incredible fighter, thinking himself one of the finest knights in all the Kingdoms, and boasts proudly of the martial tradition of House Caron. Yet, while a great fighter he is, Hugh is also one with an unwavering appetite for women and pleasure, and has been known to lose himself in it all, especially amidst the drink.

## History

### 109 - 125 AC

Born in 109 AC, Hugh Caron would be the only child born to the Lady of Nightsong with her spouse, Ser Criston Caron, a man so too her own kin and cousin. It had been a political match, an internal one, of the necessary sort, a match to bind the House to itself and murder discension in its crib as if it were a Cafferen in sight of a Wyl.

Hugh's childhood would not be as all others. Most certainly, Hugh would have luxury and wealth and excess and all he wanted poured upon him as nigh all highborn children did, but in 114 AC, at the tender age of five, Hugh's mother, the Lady Sophia, passed from a fever. Ever had Lady Sophia been a feeble woman, with her pregnancy and Hugh's birth having almost taken her so, with her survivial having been something of a miraculous moment. And so, at the age of five, Hugh was named Lord of Nightsong, though with his father as regent.

But alas, in 116 AC, merely two years later, Ser Criston Caron would overplay his hand in barter with a rogue band of brigands when travelling the Red Mountains, and so discovered first hand that a steel blade protruding from one's gut was not a recipe for success.

It would be then, with these losses, that Hugh's paternal grandmother, the Lady Ashara Martell, and his great uncle, Ser Corwin Caron, would take over the rule of Nightsong and the surrounding lands, and so too that of Hugh, though Ashara gave Hugh most of the care. But, even with their attention, and with cousins so too, Hugh oft felt a loneliness to him, and so oft times found himself confiding in his bastard siblings, Anders and Argella Storm, sired by his late father, and brought into the castle after his mother's passng. Yet, even so, without the stricter regime parentage had a greater tendency to offer, and with title and rank conferred upon the boy from such a tender age, Hugh fast grew into an imperious youth, with a mind for whatever he pleased, *without* hesitation.

Though, even through the excessive partying and pleasure that the boy was afforded as a youth of such means, an incredible gift for combat did so make itself known from a young age, and by Hugh's sixteenth nameday, he was most certainly a force to be reckoned with on the field of battle, and had bested all the squires he could find throughout the Stormlands, and knights of a good number so too.

### 125 - 130 AC

Once Hugh had reached the Age of Majority, not much changed for the young Lord. The days, weeks, moons, and years went on as they always had. Hugh grew evermore, learnt more still, improved as a warrior moreso, and spent more time still away from Nightsong, travelling both the Stormlands and the Red Mountains in particular. Though, in 127 AC, Hugh and his distant cousin, Johanna Caron, a year his senior, took to one another's comfort, in a rather riotous and indulgent way, having little care for who knew what they did about the castle. Eventually, Hugh would tire of Johanna, but it was this first experience of such brazen indulgence that did so set Hugh on his current path of hedonism.

### 130 AC

Come 130 AC, with the new King ascended to the throne, Hugh travelled to the capital, a Lord and Knight in his own right, the latter having been bestowed upon him at the age of six-and-ten. The capital proved a *most* riotous place in Hugh's eyes, filled with fighting and fucking and fucking and fighting, and more notably still, *Margot Velaryon*. Early was it during Hugh's time in the capital that the two struck up a.. *Friendship*, and now some moons in, maintain that *closeness*.