Alesander Arryn

Artys Arryn

Alys Arryn

**Alesander Arryn** is the youngest son of Lord Alaric
 Arryn and his late wife, Lady Theodosia.
Born in 389 A.C., Alesander had spent most of his formative years away
from the Eyrie. Never quite as skilled as his brothers in the way of the sword,
Alesander spent several years at the Citadel training to become a maester.  Just before his final oath, Alesander elected
to depart Oldtown and return to the Vale.

## Appearance and Character

Alesander was
imparted many of the qualities present in the sons of Lord Alaric Arryn, and
his wife, Lady Theodosia. He is of a height, but only slightly shorter than his
father and siblings. More often than not he is clean shaven, having never cared
for the bristle of beards. In some ways he inherited more from his mother, for
there is a smoothness to his features that is not quite present in
his father. Handsome, and well kept, he dislikes heavier clothing, and has
never been one to don armor. Despite his tastes, he is not one to wear garish
colors, preferring the subtler strands more prevalent within the Vale.

What Alesander lacks in
brute strength he makes up for with keen intelligence, and more than a fair
share of cunning.  He is bookish and
prefers to think things through rather than acting brashly.  Unique among his immediate family he dislikes
violence, but this proclivity does not run to extremis.  He can well appreciate the status and arts of
a joust, even if he looks upon more savage displays with an air of distaste.  Just as he understands the necessities of
war.

## History

### Early Life

Alesander was born to
Alaric Arryn and his wife, Theodosia of House Belmore, in the Fourth Moon of
389 A.C.  He was a relatively healthy babe,
despite the difficulty associated with his birth.  Unlike his brothers, however, he was of a
slighter frame.   Even as a small boy he was fascinated by the
books studied by the resident maester and was able to grasp the meaning of words
rather more quickly than his peers.

His acumen and ability within
the sphere of academics did not well translate to his abilities with the
sword.  Alesander hated training in the yards
and was more than displeased by the mockery he faced when he was obliged to do
so.  He was not quite as strong in a physical
sense, and so garnered his mother as an ally in a more fitting ambition.  He had no desire to be someone’s squire or
knight, but rather he would walk the path of a maester.  A chain, to his mind, was far greater company
than the bruises of the field.

After succeeding in
this endeavor, Alesander spent more time cloister with the Maester at the
Eyrie, and in the week after his twelfth nameday was sent off to Oldtown to
begin study at the Citadel.

### Acolyte

Life in Oldtown proved
to be rather a shock to the young Arryn.
He was sometimes entertained by the Hightowers, and in many ways he
enjoyed those forays. Alesander had always been a perceptive boy, and the lord’s
efforts at manipulation never quite passed his notice.  Rather than resent it, he enjoyed the exercise
it all provided him.  Despite his
homesickness, the young Arryn came into his own within Oldtown.

His time as a novice
was short as he quickly came about forging his links.  While perhaps not the greatest prodigy, he usually
found that he could earn his links with far greater alacrity than most of his
peers.   An echo of his boyhood when he had
competed with the other children in the mastering of letters.  Of his links he was most proud of the ones
forged of electrum, for he did so love gazing at the stars.

The subject matter that
earned him his links were not all that Alesander observed in those ears.  No matter where he went there were things to
be studied, and as an acolyte he was exposed to people from all walks of
life.  There were even times he would
sneak off to the docks to observe the many foreign peoples that came into one
of the busier ports in Westeros.  He came
to have an appreciation for that diversity, and what it meant.

An examination that did
much to ignite his curiosity in the foreign, and the obscure.

### The Chain Left Wanting

Near the end of his
time as an acolyte, with a chain that quickly coming to the stage of completion,
Alesander began to doubt his ambition.
There was much of the oath, of the life he would lead as a maester that
excited him.  Along with a small cabal of
his closest friends he’d been planning a foray to Essos, as some of their kind
had done before.  Much like the Grand
Maester himself had done in the course of studying many a vagary.

Still, when the time
came he did not give voice to his oath.
He did not see to the complete forging of a maester’s chain.  It was not that he minded relinquishing the
prospect of a wife or of children.  In
fact, that function of the chain had always been a very great relief to
him.  Rather it was the prospect of
becoming shorn from his name.  A worry, a
concern that had always been at the back of his mind.

## Recent Events

Alesander left the
Citadel at the beginning of the Sixth Moon of 407 A.C., making his way slowly
but surely to the Eyrie.