Prince Lucien Valardin
People do not follow titles, cunning and lands. They follow courage, and those willing to bleed for them. Know this, be their dragon, and they will follow you anywhere.
Description: Prince Lucien is not the usual Valardin knight. Sure, the man is tall and broad-shouldered, the enchanting features of a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes are there, but there is something about the man that speaks to something one can only pick up on the road. There is no pomp in the way the Valardin stands, just the easy swagger of someone comfortable in his own skin, a relaxed posture that on a young man could be confused for indolence, but that emanates a sense of peace and cunning coming from the knight. The curve of his smile indicates things are seldom grim to this White Dragon, and that he finds humor in the most absurd things. Confidence pours from his pores, and is present in every aspect of his being.
Personality: When on the battlefield, Prince Lucien Valardin charges first and remains engaged unless otherwise dragged away or knocked out. He drinks and partakes with his soldiers and fellow knights, protects those who cannot protect themselves, and prays that Gloria watches over him so she will witness his last breath in this Dream. This White Dragon is reputed for his charm, always willing to engage with those beneath him, and his no-nonsense attitude. If anyone is good enough to bleed shoulder to shoulder with him, they are good enough to be called his peers. While this would make him a good knight, Lucien's wanderlust has kept him away from his family for the most of his life, as the knight tore the countryside and the seas of many regions to hunt down the wicked. There is something about staying put that makes the man anxious, and it is a rare thing to find him just sitting around, drinking and reminiscing about former exploits.
Background: The start of Prince Lucien's story is nothing special. A physically gifted White Hatchling with a talent with the sword, Lucien was enamored with the wrong aspects of the tales of knighthood. The values of chivalry were secondary to the young Ser who wanted nothing more than win important tourneys and the hearts of women. Promising, he did just that, until he met the woman he would marry.
They say this foreigner was possessed of an exotic beauty that mesmerized many Arvani, and even her clothes seemed to possess something special about them, unlike anything most had seen before. As she wished to find a suitable Arvani warrior to be her husband, she threw a lavish celebration in the name of her hosts at the Oathlands. The tourney attracted many, and Lucien was no different, with one exception: He rode and he fought, but he won.
The man seemed to grow into this new phase of his life easily enough, assuming his duties as husband and father with the one issue that whenever there was a war or skirmish to be fought, Ser Lucien Valardin would follow, and he would do so with glee and readiness that would leave his family wondering where the young man had gone to. One of such times, however, when Lucien returned home, he did so to find his wife poisoned, his daughter spared of such fate thanks to some divine respite given to the knight.
After that point, they say Lucien changed entirely. The hot-headed dragon hatched into a form closer to the many would come to know, the more mature version of the young fool he had been in his past. He raised his daughter, and saw her squire with the Wyrmguard family, but far before the girl earned her spurs that the knight had already left. He left and would take years to return and come back to the Oathlands for good.
At first he would lead Valardin knights in fights against the wicked in the Oathlands, but soon the White Dragon would continue by himself, and tales speak of adventures he had as far as the northern reaches and the wicked seas of the south. Taken by wanderlust, the Wild Dragon took flight one day and would only return once every year, for his daughter's birthday, each time with a new scar, new tales, and a gift.
Now, however, something has finally settled in him, and finally ready to serve his family as a veteran knight, Lucien has returned to Sanctum once more.
| Name | Summary |
| Alexis | Sir Prince Lucien Valardin is quick to reach for informality and camaraderie, of which I am grateful, but I still have certain standards I hold myself to. I promise I will try to be as informal as he pleases, but only to try. |
| Anisha | Sir -Prince- Lucien Valardin, and even if he is given to informality, I am not. That is earned, your highness. And it is a privilege I look forward to earning. |
| Bianca | It's fascinating how a person can change so much, and still be exactly the same as I remember them. Lucien's wit is still as sharp as I remember, he remembers my taste in wine, and no matter what has passed since we last met, his heart remains as good as ever. Even if he can't just leave me well enough to my studies. |
| Brigida | Pfft. This man is hardly old at all despite what he says. |
| Raja | This man is a damn finw specimen of man. He is a knight! He is also a Prince. Though, he gained a bit of respect at the fact he did not flaunt his title and he stood his ground against my teasing. I hope I remember him in the morning. ... hic! |
| Reese | A Prince and a Knight or more likely a Knight and Prince. He seems to be enjoying life and not to be too formal, gets along with many different types and was fun to be around. |