CODEX
- uncommon companion: red lion
- Mabari named Samson
Family Notes
> Is one of three triplets, the other two being his identical brothers, lost two other brothers during the Fifth Blight
> Has a younger sister
> Has a child who he assumes is somewhere in Antiva by a Crow spy
> Father died in Inquisition years
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TIMELINE
Blight Years
The West Hills was home, would always be home for Byron and his siblings and as a result, the Wulff children treated it just like that. The people were theirs and their responsibility and each of them in turn was willing or had spilled blood to keep them safe. Their father, the Arl, had instilled that sense of responsibility and kinship in his children and all of them had embraced that philosophy. Byron was just as well known to his family as he was his people, or at least his face was being one of three triplets and yet it never bothered him in the least if they came to him for aide.
He spilled just as much blood as his people to keep their arling safe during the devastation that came to them as the darkspawn sprawled through southern Ferelden, and lost two of his own brothers by the end of it, he himself still standing strong and in defense of his people.
Post - Blight
A son of an Arl with little inclination for the title his father had, let alone anything higher and yet Byron found himself in the court of the present king as an advisor. Where his brothers stayed behind, having family, and his father while able to do so still held his own responsibilities and so he could only attend when needed, Byron found himself there to aide his counterpart. But his voice gave strength to those looking for help or a focus on Ferelden's people first, there was no need for war when they had to recover themselves from recent events. So what if they listened or gave room to others from other nations for the moment to better help themselves?
War such as that, while not entirely in the past, could be used to move on and learn. Or at least who to not piss off again in the near future and know who to keep an eye on. Not that it stopped him from bedding those from other nations that wouldn't cause a ruckus of course, but so long as he kept trouble out of sight and out of mind, then nothing would come of it, right? So long as Alister was on the throne things would be fine as he served as his advisor and friend.
The Throne
He had never considered, not once in his life, that he would claim the throne of Ferelden itself. Not that it had entirely been by choice, if he it had been entirely his own choice he'd be back in the West Hills with his father and brothers and trying to keep things going and safe. But instead through his own fault (sometimes one just lost track of why sleeping with someone from another nation was a Bad Idea) he'd found himself coerced onto the throne once it was abdicated, a scant handful of years once it had been taken after the Blight.
While he'd been taught the ways of court by his father, for any son of an Arl had to be prepared to take such a title, being crowned King was a totally different experience. He went from being able to blend more into the crowd to being at the front of it, from being allowed out with the soldiers to help clear roads at times to being lectured on why it was all a bad idea. His safety for once was important and not just because his people or family cared, but it was for an entire nation, and that, unlike any blade or screaming foe, scared him more than anything.
The Present
He hadn't expected a betrothal to come across his desk, or really to be aiding young princesses out of events but yet he was and he had. One to the crown of Antiva, the shadow of the Crows hanging ever over him yet, the other a princess of Orlais and he'd managed a smile at the latter and a sigh at the former. Not that he'd truly seen his betrothed in years, it'd been a long time in coming and yet he'd yet to truly see them since the announcement, and as for Orlais well...even if he'd set plans into motion with Morrigan to keep an eye there he'd seen little reason to not be nice.
The Crows thought they still had him under their thumb and yet he had Morrigan, or at least, for the moment he did in whatever way she decided she could help him for the moment. That alone had taken some doing but a Ferelden witch was better than an Antivan Crow on his back, not that they knew that. He still kept up appearances, still kept walking that line of cooperation, trying to keep Ferelden ever safe first over himself, even as he worked to free himself from his own past mistakes.
Cooperation after all, could easily exist between all nations if people could see beyond their own nose and there was no reason to not try and strive for an ideal. He'd allowed the dwarves their surface kingdom in the spirit of that, an attempt to keep diplomatic relations there as well as a way to aide people in a way that others hadn't his own during the Blight all those years ago.
He even stuck his neck out for his betrothed when she'd snuck into the castle itself, an Antivan doing such a thing in Ferelden had raised suspicions and yet he took her at her word. Even if he had his own doubts one would never know for how he'd embraced her appearance.
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