Name: Gris Baratheon

Age: 25

Personality: Gris is everything one would expect from a scientist gone wrong. He's obsessive, agoraphobic, and short tempered. He spends his nights dreaming about a future of enlightenment, and his days cooped up in his laboratory trying to turn those dreams into reality. 

Gris controls Dragonstone, but loathes his position, saying it's a distraction from his discoveries. Usually, he makes executive decisions in his laboratory, with his elder sister Alyssa making them public, or more commonly, Alyssa would do the ruling while he would continue his work.

Gris simply doesn't like people. He never sees his banner men, often using Alyssa as his pseudo-messenger. He locks himself in his lab, and may the Gods save you if you attempt to barge in. The last time someone tried that, he just tossed what was in his hands at the time, a bottle of potent alchemist fire, forcefully at the poor maid. She died horribly, burning down to her bones. There were two exceptions to this rule. His family, and the late Aegon.

Bio: Gris was born to a strong willed warrior of a father and an even stronger willed mother. They both held their family's motto as the highest ideal. "Ours is the fury" they would say to him every day. "All this, my son, will soon be yours, and when we die - which we will, you must show the world the Baratheon might in our stead." Gris never listened. He instead devoted time to reading the works of the old Maester's medicine logs or the ancient records of the Targaryen pyromancers. So when the position of "Lord of Dragonstone" was suddenly thrust upon him, he was horridly unprepared.

The dreams began at around 8 years old. He dreamed of large round objects, flying in the sky with nothing suspending it from above and nothing supporting it from below. He dreamed of steel tubes, which erupted fire from the end, destroying castles with ease. He dreamed of a time when strength was an archaic concept, and the most respected attribute was wisdom. He would tell his parents of this, but they would brush him off, saying how silly he was, and how he should go outside once in a while and play with the training swords that daddy got him.

His father died when Gris was only 23. He charged valiantly to crush the rioting in his cities, despite the protests of his family and council, saying "I must go myself. The warriors will be inspired by my presence." And they were inspired, right up to the point one of the peasant rebels tossed a pitchfork that pierced his neck. Gris's mother was heartbroken, and soon grew weak and sick. She now stays in her chambers, awaiting death, refusing to see the Maester for medical help.

Appearance: Despite being a scientist, Gris has the blood of generations of knights within him. He stands tall and broad shouldered, towering over most of the people he meets. However, sitting alone for hours on end have not been kind to him. He is constantly hunched over, never to stand at full height again. One of his eyes took the brunt of a terrible blow from an explosion in his lab, and is white at the pupil while the other is the healthy black of his lineage.

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