Paetr

Biographical information

Birthplace Kavatuq, Eratejva Born Died Age 300 Home Eratejva Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Duanann Sub-Race Gender Male Height 7'3" Mass 110kg Hair color Black Eye color Pale Skin color Blue

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation High Lord Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Raigryn Created on Dec 21 Avatar Nicholas Hoult in The Great

Paetr is one of the High Lords within the Kana′tĭ faction of the Night Court. He lives in the shadow of his father and grandfather, who long ago brought their family to the High table in a brutal and bloody campaign.

His family is the most traditional of the high families that supports the more progressive Kana′tĭ. As such there is constant tension within the family as his advisors try to gently manipulate Paetr into becoming more progressive (relative to the night Court) without triggering his famously short temper.

Paetr is normally content as long as he can amuse himself. As long as there is fine dining, sex and blood sport he is content to let his advisors direct his affairs. The other families supporting Kana′tĭ also try to apply pressure to make Paetr more progressive, but also want to keep him on side as he leads some of the fiercest warriors in the court.

Almost always impeccably dressed

• Using words he doesn't understand incorrectly
• Extreme violence
• Hunting mortals for sport
• Ruining diplomacy

Few are certain what his affinity is. It's believed to be related to luck and his own life. His entire family line has survived many, many assassination attempts over the centuries.

Paetr is strongly aligned to Lessat and its rings in particular. He is at his most voracious when the rings tilt upwards towards the east and in particular when they tilt towards the constellation of Aurelia.

Paetr is of the air, the cold tundra winds rarely cut deep.

In this distant past his family was one of the strongest allies of the first king of the night court. Their home, Kavatuq, reflects this as it sits several days east of Alfheimr where the Night Court Kings are crowned. Since the civil war began roughly 200 years ago and Paetr's father sided with Prince Kana′tĭ as one of his last decisions, Paetr's people have been closest to the enemy. Whilst Prince Kana′tĭ resides to the south in the Sheketh isles, Paetr and his family have been almost constantly fighting since the civil war began.

• Lacks empathy
• Short temper
• Low attention span

"Why are all the servants running today?" She asked as Paetr gave her the tour.

"Oh, its a new game I invented to keep them alert. Its for security really," Paetr explained with an ear to ear grin.

"So they...have to run all day?"

"Not quite. Watch! Hey! Gennelis!" Paetr called out to one of the staff. The servant stopped still and looked around.

With great glee Paetr slipped a small knife from his belt and flung it. It struck the servant in the back of the leg.

"Argh you fucking..." screamed the servant, who had fallen to their back, cradling their leg.

"What?" cried out Paetr , arching an eyebrow.

"Euuugh...well thrown...sir..."

"See, he shouldn't have gone still. They're all learning to think fast on their feet." Paetr reached for another knife and the last of the visible servants darted out of sight

"I...I don't see what isn't clear my lord," muttered the recently suffering master of the house. He wasn't a long suffering master of the house, once anyone in that position started to grate on Paetr's temper they were not long for the position.

"The entire thing frankly," Paetr replied with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes. The others of the court close by could sense the danger, feel the first spark of his temper, even as he grinned.

"I can explain from the start again and..."

"No, you fucking cretin, that's not what I need you to explain."

"My lord I would be happy to..."

"Did I ask you to complete this for me?" asked the night court lord, "and did you not say that you would make this happen?"

"Well...yes...but its turned out to be much more complicated than..."

"You see...I said make this thing happen and instead of making it happen I have to suffer your weaselly face explaining why its so difficult instead of you getting it done. You see why it's a fucking conundrum don't you?"

"Ah...yes my lord..."

"Honestly, I might just shoot you and get some other cunt to get it done."