[hider=Chett of Lannisport] [img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR3GL_HQ2Gc44kll3xjCAXFRfldsWOI1gSCxP8Lb2Jb0xCaPDBJCg[/img] Name: Chett of Lannisport Age: three-and-fifty Affiliation: House Lannister of Lannisport Biography and Personality: Chett was born in 78 A.C. Lannisport to a carter and a farrier's daughter, the first of three children. Since his family could scarcely make a living with his father's meagre earnings, young Chett had to work as his grandfather's assistant so as to sustain himself and his siblings. The boy worked hard and dedicated, but his master treated him harshly and paid him little. Those long years of hard work at his grandfather's small, filthy workshop he still remembers with resentment, and may well be the reason why he still has a certain dislike for horses and similar livestock. At age ten, he went to work for Roll, an acater and family friend. Struggling to leave his life of poverty behind, Chett worked to the point of obsession and spent as little as possible. He worked nonstop for five years, sparing not his young body the strain, until he gathered enough money to leave Roll's service and open his own little food store. Chett was not yet eighteen when he took his very first hard lesson about the fudamental politics of economy. One merry morning, two men entered his store, claiming to be Addam Lannister's representatives, and asked to buy the shop. He turned them down then, but a long period of ridiculous price damping from Lannister's local stores damadged awfully his ledgers and finally convinced him otherwise. Although disheartened from the course of events, Chett had a quick merchant's mind and found a way to replenish his accounts. He started dealing in linens, calicos and silks, a very promising business at the time. In a couple of years, he could afford to open a second store, and within ten he owned eight cloth shops, effectively controlling cloth trade in Lannisport. He had one-and-thirty years of age and was already a rich and successful merchant when he first met the woman he would take to wife. Baylee was but a shoemaker's daughter, yet Chett was not of noble heritage himself, and her beauty all but dazzled him. He married her the very same year and got her with a son, later to be named Conn. Chett soon obtained control over other fields of trade, among which that of fur and leather. Still, he couldn't antagonize Addam Lannister. There was great enmity between the two, but Chett's keen trade sense was no match for the Lannister's political power and useful acquaintances. Thus, most quarrels between them usually ended badly for the lowborn merchant. In the meanwhile, Conn was becoming a fine young lad, and in 112 A.C., Chett's twin children, Devan and Gill, were born. The very same year, Addam Lannister died (murdered, some would say), and Lord Tyland Lannister himself came in contact with Chett of Lannisport, offering him the opportunity to serve House Lannister as a member of the Argent Path, Lannisport's greatest merchant guild, an honor he graciously accepted. Chett still tells the tale of how the fates coallied for his profit that lovely, joyous year. Later, in 127 A.C., he would become the guild's First Steward. As time went by, Conn began helping his father at work, proving himself a clever, cautious and hardworking man and Gill grew up and flowered, becoming a beauteous maiden. Devan, on the other side, was rather the adventurous type. At age seventeen, disregarding his father's advice, he took arms to fight for the throne of Aegon Targaryen. Devan fought valiantly at Burning Mill, Stone Hedge, Rook's Rest and Lakeshore, where he earned his spurs. He also fought in the first Tumblestone battle. As a knight, the boy took the name "Chetling", and for his sigil a golden tooth over red, rippled silk. Now, after the war's end, Chett of Lannisport has set to protect the empire he's been building for a lifetime with his blood and sweat. Whatever lordlings may now hold King's Landing interests him little - in the town that brought him up as a mother, he, too, is a king of sorts, by means of roguery and law of conquest. [/hider]