Robar Caron, Lord of Nightsong and Lord of the Marches Robar Caron (417 AC), by Artisan Paxter of Tumm Hill Birth Name Robar Caron Titles Lord of Nightsong and Lord of the Marches Gender Male Date Of Birth Fourth day of the Seventh Moon, 365 AC Location Nightsong Culture Marcher, Stormlands Religion Faith of the Seven Status Living Holdings Nightsong Physical Information Eye Color Gray Hair Color Auburn Build Thin Height 5'11" Weight 82kg Relations Father Lord Androw Caron Mother Lady Mariya Caron Spouse(s) Lady Arya Caron (Deceased 418AC) Children Armistead (33), Albar (31), Coran (29), Royce (26), Ilya (24), Alesander (21, Twin), Joanna (21, Twin) Siblings Dorick, Arryk Liege Gwayne Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End Predecessor Lord Androw Caron Heir Ser Armistead Caron META Player Username /u/Singood on Reddit Name on Discord Sin(Good)





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Robar Caron, Lord of Nightsong

Born in the 365th year after Aegon's Conquest, Lord Robar Caron was a serious youth and a serious lord. His influence on the lands of Nightsong was absolute and his reputation for martial fanaticism preceded him. Known to call himself 'the best of friends and the worst of foes,' the quarrelsome Marcher Lord maintained his lands with an iron grip and had for thirty years been a fixture of the Marches as unshakable as his keep.

Appearance and Character

Though a gifted fighter in his prime, Lord Robar has thinned in his age, presenting a lean figure at five foot eleven inches. His pale gray eyes, graying auburn hair cut short, shallow cheeks, and high cheekbones gave him a natural nobility, with the long face of one accustomed to rule. He was never said to smile in public, but only in the presence of his wife or his children, and even then rarely.

In his youth he commonly wore plate on his outings, being a proper hammer-swinging knucklehead of the Marches. In his age he has adopted a rough daily uniform of mail and boiled leather, with a dirtied Caron cloak clutched at the neck by a nightingale cast in polished iron. At his hip he kept the weapon of his youth, a vicious black steel warhammer with four prongs.

He is prone to dark moods, lashing out in anger with little provocation. His age has soured his temperament, letting his rigid sense of justice lapse into an obsession with all things martial and mighty. Though kind to his family and loyal to his Lord, he is renowned to be both vengeful and without pity.

History

Robar had never been the most placable of youths, born third to Lord Androw Caron and following quickly after his father to his family's ancestral seat. He was a severe and serious child, diligent in his studies and arduous in his training. Under the finest minds of the Marches he had been baptized in the most rigorous training Nightsong could offer. He had never particularly wished to be Lord, but that was not a card in his hand and so when his father passed he took up the mantle of Lord of the Marches and examined his lands and his people.

Following a serious youth came a serious adulthood, starting from the day he took up his seat, and Nightsong prospered into what could only be surmised as a war state, the youth of the hinterlands issued spear and shield before their tenth nameday. It was Robar's prerogative that only a fool would be caught with his breeches down, and his duty to ensure that his people were prepared.

It was in his early days that he met his wife, the match producing seven healthy children and two stillbirths before the pox took her just two moons before their fortieth namedays. His wife having been the rare light to lift the dark and serious lord, his children now the second, Robar leaned even harder into his martial teachings and issued standing orders to every village under his domain to maintain an active militia, the people of the March who were suited not for farming, mining, or otherwise making their trade, but for war. They were the Warrior folk, and he saw no purpose in wasting them on menial tasks, raising up the strong and the pious to a near military governance over their common counterparts. It was a hard thing, prone to grumbles and muttered dark words whispered into half-empty tankards, but even in the Marches there were rules and overt abuses of power by the militia were both rare and punished without mercy by their solemn Lord.

Robar now looked to the future, to the lands of Harvest Hall and those to his east which once fell under his family's old domain. Though now past his fiftieth nameday, Robar knew that it was time that the roar of the Marches was heard once more.

Recent Events

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Family

Lord Robar Caron (53, Born 365 AC), Lord of Nightsong and Lord of the Marches

Lady Arya Caron (Born 366 AC), Wife of Lord Robar Caron, Commoner, Deceased 412 AC Ser Armistead Caron (33, Born 385 AC), Heir to Nightsong Casanna Caron née Connington (32, Born 386 AC), Wife of Ser Armistead Caron Selwyn Caron (16, Born 402 AC), Future Heir Alesander Caron (14, Born 404 AC) Blythe Caron (11, Born 407 AC) Ser Albar Caron (31, Born 387 AC) Ser Coran Caron (29, Born 389 AC) Gwenyth Caron née Swann (30, Born 388 AC), Wife of Ser Coran Caron Ser Royce Caron (26, Born 392 AC) Ilya Caron (24, Born 394 AC) Ser Orys Caron (21, Twin, Born 397 AC) Joanna Caron (21, Twin, Born 397 AC)



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