AMON Race: Ice Gender: Male Class: Prentice Future Class: ?? Parents: Asa (except not really, his actual father is Holo (NPC)) and Isanna (NPC) Siblings: None Partner: None
personality Rational, Arrogant, Solitary Raised as a young aristocrat, Amon has the ego to fit. He comes across as slightly cold, something of a know-it-all, with a keen mind and sharp tongue. He strives to be the very best - unfortunately, he often oversteps and has a difficult time playing the game of politics with other affluent people. He often gets frustrated at the situations he falls into, and while he logically understands the responsibilities he has, he often struggles in pulling them off to his grandfather's approval.
He doesn't yet have the confidence to shrug off the expectations of those around him, and instead applies himself to the point of exhaustion to meeting them. He definitely thinks he'd better than other people, but is able to see the utility in other people's skills and knows, at least, not to outright insult them if he hopes to gain use of those skills. He's cold, calculating, but still young enough to yearn for love and support underneath it all.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2022 10:57 am
HISTORY
Childhood and Prentice Amon is the young heir to the Sargsyan family, the alleged son of the previous lord Asa. All his life, he was raised with the belief that his father had died of his illness, marrying his mother Isanna in a private ceremony shortly before his death. (In reality, this is all a fabrication - Asa eloped with Ygraine before marrying or making an heir, and his fiance Isanna fell pregnant. Since Asa was sickly and had eloped regardless, Asa's father Geir, the patriarch of the family, allowed Amon to take his name despite being illegitimate, but insisted to the world, for reputation purposes, that he was legitimate).
Life under Geir was ... a trial. Expectations were high, and his grandfather had a low tolerance for failure. He was watched constantly, went through grueling classes and training, and never seemed able to succeed to his family's standards. Amon has a keen eye for deals and merchant work, and harnessed his grandfather's brutal hand when it came to working their people or making deals - but he also was abysmal at interpersonal relationships, and often ruined deals by insulting young lords and ladies at banquets or get togethers.
No one in his family was particularly touchy feely, so as a child Amon sort of... dreamed of his 'father' Asa being a good father, kind, supportive. His nanny, who had also cared for Asa, only supported those feelings by telling him stories of his father as a boy. So - when, one day, he heard a report from some rough mercenaries who said they'd SEEN him - he realized the truth. His father hadn't died - he had LEFT him! So - he decided to set out and confront him himself.
Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2023 3:41 pm
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Family Asa ('father', but not really) Amon idolized Asa his entire life, having heard stories of him from his childhood healer Oona. When she passed away from old age, that fondness turned into ardent hero worship, until he found out the man was alive. When he hunted him down and confronted him, Amon realized the truth - he wasn't Asa's son at all.
Holo (bio father/step-father, NPC) Holo married Amon's mother when he was a few years old; by then, any attempts from the man to get close were firmly rejected. Amon resented the marriage, and after Oona's passing he doubled down on freezing the man out. Now that he's learned the truth, he isn't sure how to approach the man about his role in Amon's fake upbringing.
Isanna (mother, NPC) Isanna has never been a particularly doting or nurturing mother. She's sharp, opinionated, and dismissive, and Amon didn't have much of a relationship with her until he was an older child. She loves him, in her own way, but is content to let him be raised and taught by his governess and grandparents, with their interactions more limited to conversations over meals or tea. She was the one to give Amon his necklace, based on the family crystals.
Tikaani ('grandmother', NPC)
Geir ('grandfather', NPC)
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Acquaintances Wren
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2023 3:30 pm
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Leaving a letter for his father had been his own blasted suggestion, and yet sitting down at a dingy little table at a tea house to write it still gnashed at his nerves. Writing anything without the elegant polished wooden table, expensive quill, or smooth writing inks felt off to him, and so it was… taking longer than normal. When he’d cast around the local merchant shops for writing utensils and paper, he’d been forced to choose between a metal ‘pen’ to which a charcoal stick could be clamped to write with, or two hollowed out pieces of wood that, similarly, held the charcoal. Ink was available, but none of the nibs on the quills he saw were up to his standard, and so despite how… messy the charcoal was he purchased a set and retreated to the tea house to write.
So far, his words had been crumpled into pieces on every page he wasted, the pressure of this being his one and only missive to his father making nothing measure up. Amon dragged a hand through his hair, grimacing, unaware of the streak of charcoal he left on his forehead as he did so.
One chance to appeal to his father, to at least meet him and talk with him. To… explain why he had been left behind. His first attempt had been paragraphs of him boasting on his accomplishments, hoping Asa would read them and see that he was a good son, that leaving him had been a mistake and that Amon was talented, intelligent, and as much deserving of the title of heir as Asa would have wanted him to be. And yet, behind every bullet point he could hear his grandfather scoffing. He could almost hear him pointing out that success was the expectation, that anything less was abject, unacceptable failure; boasting about being sufficient was far from the brag it was meant to be, and so he crumpled it up and tried again.
The next was… less graceful. He vented out his anger, his words so fierce the charcoal splintered in parts and left messy streaks, as he promised retribution, to drag his father away from his charmed, successful life in Belrea and back to the mess he’d left back home. That he knew where he was, and when he told Geir about it they’d send any number of sellswords with him to take him home to pay for his selfishness.
It was every hissed out threat he wanted to scream out, to force Asa home where he would HAVE to listen to him. But - but even that Amon recognized he didn’t want. Back home, Asa wouldn’t answer to Amon, but to Geir, and- and why would Geir bother to give Amon any sort of closure? Amon tore that piece up altogether, horrified at his own aggression, and unwilling to even risk any eyes seeing his nasty, terrible words.
He stared at the next piece, breathing in deeply through his nose, then raised the next piece to write.
‘Asa Sargsyan,
My name is Amon Sargsyan, and you are my father. My mother is Isanna, the wife you abandoned left behind when you left Zena. I am in Belrea on my own, and wish to reconnect with you to discuss our lives and share our experiences.
I am sure you are aware of our family’s forceful negotiation tactics, but please know this missive is sent in good faith and without any such enforcements behind it. I will remain in Belrea until I meet with you or until our family follows my steps here to Belrea to return me home. While it is not my intent to risk your place here, I am my father’s son and will do what I must to secure an audience with you.
If you agree to meet with me, I can be found--’
He scrawled down his information and folded the letter, closing his eyes. His father likely would resent the threats, and it was very possible he might send hired muscle to Amon to convince him to leave; but Asa would be a fool to have Amon killed, not when there was a chance Amon’s steps would be followed to Belrea, exposing him.
It was in his best interest to meet with him, and appease him so that Amon could return to the mainland before being caught. It would be easier to mill about in Sauti and pretend he’d been… sowing wild oats or something, then.
Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2024 12:56 pm
Class Affinity: Merchant (452words)
As awkward as it was to remain in Asa's home for a few more hours after the painful revelation, in the end Amon was glad the man had pitied him enough to stop him from storming out. They hadn't talked much afterwards; Asa wasn't his father, as much as Amon wished he was, and so he didn't overstep and offer specific advice. Amon, meanwhile, offered to share updates about anyone Asa wanted to know about from back home.
Eventually though, half afraid that Asa's hybrid wife and younger children would return home and see him there, Amon took his leave and retreated to the inn he'd been staying at - where he locked himself in his room and buried himself in the scratchy sheets, feeling self pitying and miserable.
His fa-- ... Asa suggested that a life outside of Geir's influence was worthwhile. That he'd lived more independently than he had sequestered with his family. Hidden within his words was the quiet confirmation that ... that yes, life had been just as hard for him as it had been for Amon, under his grandparents' tutelage. Harder, certainly, given he was expected to die so young. In some ways, perhaps, that was a reassurance because ... because it was difficult not to wonder just what the Sargsyans thought of him, the boy they'd allowed to take their name.
Idly, Amon's fingers felt the smooth facets of the gem necklace he'd worn for so long, tracing the shapes of crystals he'd often mourned not being born with. He knew why now, at least. He'd worked so hard to be worth his father's legacy, but... for what? The entire time, he'd been a changeling - a puppet replacement. Could he return to that life, take over the family trade, knowing he was a fraud?
What choice did he have? He had nowhere else to turn to - no life preserving lover to save him from his fate, and if he was honest with himself - miserable as he was in this life, he was somewhat good at it. And how pathetic was it, to be crying over the life he was given - with its silver spoons and riches?
Amon should go home. Should return to Zena, and try to forget what he'd learned about himself - bury his head in the sand, and try and pretend that he was the spoiled heir to a rich family legacy. He needed to grow up, and take the mantle he'd felt unworthy of for so long - the question was, could he? Could he do so, now that he truly KNEW he wasn't worthy of it in the first place?
Despite what Asa suggested - did Amon really have any other choice?
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