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by Frost897 Thu Jan 05, 2012 3:19 amFrost was born during a truly cold day in the Riverlands, where the frosts of winter kissed the grass and gave little to the life of the place. It was easily the baseborn would not live through the cold of the night. But he lived, as though a warmth kept him alive all throughout that none could see, and a local hermit was intrigued.
Frost was kept by his mother until her untimely death due to illness when he was too young to remember her name, but was taken away by the said hermit to be trained as his apprentice...in the art of pyromancy.
The boy fell in swiftly with his training in fire, and had a swift addiction to the flames. Very little else concerned him and his master: the politics of Westeros, the knowledge of his mother and mysterious father, all flickering ghosts in the deep light of fire and the fumes of his alchemy lessons. He didn't know his master's name, only knowing the old hermit as Master.
He was taught in mannerisms, and the art of speech, but these were only secondary to his truest passion.
After years and the boy becoming a man, he lost his master to another illness, and he set his teacher aflame in his old home, giving him an old king's pyre before setting off to find his way in the world.
He headed to King's Landing, where he had heard tale of the Targaryen family, a dynasty of dragon riders and great masters of the realm, who were so aligned with fire that the taverns whispered how they were immune to being harmed by fire. Though this was obviously drunken rumor, he knew that if there was a place to go for further practice of his art, King's Landing was the place to start...
He now serves as the King's personal Pyromancer, and has sworn his life to the house Targaryen.
Frost was kept by his mother until her untimely death due to illness when he was too young to remember her name, but was taken away by the said hermit to be trained as his apprentice...in the art of pyromancy.
The boy fell in swiftly with his training in fire, and had a swift addiction to the flames. Very little else concerned him and his master: the politics of Westeros, the knowledge of his mother and mysterious father, all flickering ghosts in the deep light of fire and the fumes of his alchemy lessons. He didn't know his master's name, only knowing the old hermit as Master.
He was taught in mannerisms, and the art of speech, but these were only secondary to his truest passion.
After years and the boy becoming a man, he lost his master to another illness, and he set his teacher aflame in his old home, giving him an old king's pyre before setting off to find his way in the world.
He headed to King's Landing, where he had heard tale of the Targaryen family, a dynasty of dragon riders and great masters of the realm, who were so aligned with fire that the taverns whispered how they were immune to being harmed by fire. Though this was obviously drunken rumor, he knew that if there was a place to go for further practice of his art, King's Landing was the place to start...
He now serves as the King's personal Pyromancer, and has sworn his life to the house Targaryen.
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