blunt, demanding, closed and aloof irritable, cantankerous. troubled - haunted, privately. numb, stoic, outwardly.
incredibly touch-starved and lonely, but unable to build connections with anyone - taciturn, melancholy. Always thinking, rarely talking
commanding, incredibly skilled. not letting himself be slowed down by age

sincerely, he has tried his best. he is trying his best, still, in keeping his family in order. too many horrors seen, too many lost - he cannot bare it, the thought of more suffering, though he is unwilling to show it

A friend of the crown once, earned by dogged loyalty, now disgraced and shunned. A husk of a man- the shape of one, yet he does not know how to be one. Versed only in the ways if war and weapons, learning now how to live as himself, and still figuring out who that is in his remaining years.

Shoulders ache with the weight he has carried; the weight he carries still.

All he wanted was for them to do better than he - for them to live forever through the mouths of others, through quill to parchment, paint to canvas, knife to metal, rock, wood... anything to have their names known. It was his duty to weld those children into soldiers, knights. Warriors, who feared not even death, even if it meant breaking them in the process.

His house rots and crumbles away, much like the man who lives inside. funny, really, even if tragically so.

its hard to remember a time before the rot - before the events of the tower. emyr makes an effort to keep his past there, in the past.

-raised katya, bel, galliard and arthur