Aidan "Bleddyn" Percy

Bleddyn is youthful idealism walking among men. He is young, hopeful, and constantly in strive to make the world a better place. Untouched by most of the direness that plagues the world, he has come to believe that there is hope in all circumstance, no matter how dim. He is the light side the Templars most often see as naive, but also to some represents precisely what they are trying to protect from evil. Bleddyn is also, although young, is much smarter than he looks. Speaking many languages and being unusually able to defend himself, he seems to have a deep connecting to channelling his anima not despite his idealistic nature, but because of it.


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On a Halifax Pier
Born in Halifax to Welsh immigrants under the name of Aidan, Bleddyn was raised in the comforts of suburban middle class. His father, although quite educated, was an engineer hired to work at the water treatment facility for the coastal city. Having four older brothers meant Bleddyn was raised after his parents knew how to handle a boy and often let him go on his own adventures in the nearby rural areas or along the shores. He'd often pretend he was riding out with Arthur's knights, fighting evil or searching for the Grail while sailing on his brother's small sailing yacht. Although smart enough to get by in school, he was too romantic ro really have his priorities straight. He even chose to go to Oxford not out of any love for higher education but because he simply wanted to go to England.

A Land Far Far Away
Bleddyn made many friends while at university. His lack of sense of modern fashions meant he was quick to adapt to the customs around him rather than stick to the Canadian mannerism. While still having a North American accent, he would order a 'stout' or an 'ale' at a pub, and took to watching Soccer (or Football as he began to call it) on occasion, but grew to like Rugby more. His education in Medieval thought and history led to his conversion to Catholicism. Upon which he has travelled to many a monastery and even serves as an altar server at a Latin mass each week. Such a conversion has only fueled his romanticism and has added a touch of fanaticism to it as well.

But that was only his life with his friends. On his own his keen interest led him constantly to explore Oxford. He often found himself led to strange tunnels or quiet chambers of study in the university; old chapels left alone or alcoves rarely walked except by students looking for shortcuts. He often would miss class because he was simply walking the rooftops and looking at every little piece of sculpture he could find. But sometimes, he felt that the gargoyles liked his company.

Making Cross and Castle Dark
It truly began by the time he made it to grad school. He found out why his father had kept everything a secret when he had been doing research on the Percys and their history. Most of it the standard nobility but he did not understand why his branch of the family would avoid any ties to Britain by moving across an ocean, until he found his ancestors.

His cataloguing of nobility and aristocracy of the 13th century led him to visit many chapels and cathedrals throughout Northern and Western England, as well as Wales and Cornwall. But it was in York that he came across a crypt he had no intention of finding. One false turn and misplaced translation of markings led him to knocking down the wrong recently mortared wall. Why it was mortared he didn't know but it had to be have been recent because the bricks were red and brittle.

There staring at him was the body of Lord Pellinore of 'Percy,' bastard born, with fangs in his skulls and red iron crosses shoved into his open mouth and his empty eye sockets. He was human, but not as humans should be. His fingers bones were too long and his rib cage fused together.

Every record Aidan had of this man showed that he was a saint. He did not understand these deformities. Until he saw the iron crucifix hanging out of the skeleton's ribcage. There was a lineage here. But into what 'Bleddyn' did not wish to peer any further.

He dares not speak of what he found, but he now knew why his father was silent about his ancestry, and he knew of who the Knights Templar really were. He knew of the hidden war fought in Scotland, and of the many lineages kept in secret. He knew he had a responsibility, but he had no idea how to fulfill it.

In the next few years he finished his studies and remained in Oxford as a lecturer. It was at this time, one coughing fit in the night later, that he found himself thrust back into the darkness he had fled.

Take This Cup From Me
Bleddyn knew of the Templars, but apparently they knew of him as well, which had not surprised him. His lineage met their qualifications and his knowledge of The Secret World, even though he had catalogued it under 'speculation' had impressed them, at least compared to most civilians. One month of training had proved Bleddyn natural with a sword. He set out to his mission, but not before he was told that he would be working with a team.