is the second child and eldest son of Lord Desmond Hewett & Lady Lysa Velaryon , and his lord-father's heir to the seat of Oakenshield.





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Appearance and Character

Brown-haired and grey-eyed, the heir to Lord Hewett's Town is average in shape and physique, though not necessarily unfit. Bushy brows adorn pale Heward's visage, and more oft than not for a lack of maintenance, a stubble lines his jaw, making for a comely, if somewhat unconventional aesthetic.

A follower of the latest trends at the High Courts and the Free Cities of Essos, Heward's wardrobe is in an ever state of change, donning colourful and luxurious garments as he pleases, though when the situation demands, more practical garbs are not unheard of. Even so, fine silks, linens and damask cloths is what one will most often find Heward dressed in as he goes about his business, dyed and threaded to match the blues and whites of his family's sigil, though rich burgundys and viridians are a favourite as well.

Despite what one might expect from a man of the Shields, Heward is a scholar and an administrator first and foremost. As expected of an heir, Heward has been given the rudimentary basics in personal combat and commanding men, but it is not with the sword that the Shieldman excels, but the quill and paper.

Studious and polite, he is pleasant in aesthetic and mannerism alike as he presents himself before humble and high guests, though - for better and worse - does not shy away from laying out a harsh truth if the situation demands it. That said, the young heir considers himself an optimist of sorts that sees opportunity at every glance, a reason which has fueled his desire to improve the prosperity of his lands by way of diplomacy, trade and infrastructure rather than the more traditional warfare.

History

Childhood

It was in the 418th year since Aegon's Conquest that the joyous laughter of Lord Desmond Hewett boomed across Oakenshield's great hall. The snow were falling over the Riverlands, but a son had been born. The last harvest of autumn, the miracle was dubbed.

House Hewett's lucked seemed to turn, for Heward was soon accompanied by two brothers and sisters, although Lady Lysa would succumb giving birth to a sixth child, ultimately stillborn. No longer would Lord Hewett worry for the future of his shrinking House, for with three trueborn sons, the line was finally secure.

Heward's noble education began almost as soon as he could talk and walk, being instructed in the ways of courtesy, diligence and the virtues of the Seven. As he grew older, his curiousity grew with him, and soon, Heward was reading every book in the library of Oakenshield Castle, and pestering the courtiers, townsfolk and visitors of Lord Hewett's Town. Though dismayed by his son's seeming lack of interest in the martial skills, Lord Desmond is said to have relented to his son's queer interests following a conversation with his own cousin, thus allowing Heward's teachings to continue. However, it can be said that it was during these years that he squired for Ser Grimm, though his tutelage appears to have mostly been formal in nature as most of his time was spent in the library or his father's study.

Adolescence & the Citadel

At the age of six-and-ten Heward was a man grown, but in his eyes and the chiming agreement of his peers, his tutelage was not quite over yet. Having taught him what he could, Maester Ygon advised the Citadel for further studies. At that, Lord Hewett bristled, claiming that no son would wear the chain and robes, and furthermore that it was a grave sin to leave so soon after the death of Heward's mother. Maester Ygon convinced Lord Desmond that one need not finish their chain at the Citadel, but instead leave when one was ready. But despite all their arguing, Thus, Heward was given leave to say his farewells to friends and family alike before disembarking for Oldtown.

There, the heir of Oakenshield learned not only the intricate subjects of finance, diplomacy, law and history, but also what it meant to be a man in the city. Together with friends high and smallborn, Heward would sneak out of his quarters to go carousing, drinking in the sizable settlement with mirth and liquor. More than once, he was caught in a drunken brawl or a chance encounter with a girl of fortune, but for the greater part, he managed to keep most of his wits about him.

Heward's studies were cut short, however, when Ser Duncan Hammer and his Warsmiths seized Oldtown, and he soon found himself a hostage at court alongside his aunt, the Lady Aelora Hightower. Despite hardships and many a nights worrying for his life, Heward would persevere through the second Hammer uprising, and before he knew it, he was freed again.

But imprisonment had taken its toll on him, and Heward did not linger long in Oldtown. Deeming five forged links enough, and weary of being away from the Shields and his family, the man of Hewett excused himself from the erudite masters of the Citadel to return home, rich in knowledge and experience.

Recent Events

Was among the hostages in Oldtown during the 2nd Hammer Uprising

In the years following the uprising, Heward has been touring the Shields, dining with vassals and merchants alike in an attempt to bring his future people closer. Rumours state that some of the more recent changes to infrastructure and commerce in Lord Hewett's Town were instrumented by him through his lord-father, but remains unconfirmed.

Has in recent moons been taking an interest in Essos, stopping ships at the port of Lord Hewett's Town to copy any books aboard to add to Oakenshield Castle's growing library before returning them.

Family

To-be-written flavour text

Immediate Family:

Lord Desmond Hewett b. 398 - Father

b. 398 - Father Lady Lysa Velaryon b. 398 d. 430 - Mother Ambrose Hewett b. 420 - Brother Ellyn Hewett b. 422 - Sister Ser Owen Hewett b. 423 - Brother Rosalyn Hewett b. 426 - Sister Alys Hewett b. 430 d. 430 - Sister

b. 398 d. 430 - Mother

Hewett Almanac

Family Echo

Household Members - NPCS

To be filled out tomorrow, though some info can be found on the almanac. :)