Lord Dylan Pryderi David Meredith, Earl of Carmarthen
Portrayed By: Jaco van den Hoven
Status: Flamboyantly Open
Age: 19
Calling: Hedonist Rock Star
Pantheon: Dodekatheon
Divine Parent: Dionysus
Significant Other(s): Single


Dylan Pryderi David Meredith was no ordinary lad. The first and only son of Lord Rhys Meredith, 3rd Duke of Monmouth, he was born with a small, oval-shaped patch of albino skin just inside the center of his scalp, so while the rest of his hair was black, a shock of colorless hair sprouts forth right in the front. His mother, Lady Gwendolyn, told him that was where he'd been touched by God, leaving an indelible mark of greatness upon him. She took to calling the white hair his 'blaze', and that soon led to her nickname for him, her Little Blaze. In accordance with centuries of tradition, Dylan holds a Title of Courtesy — one of his father's lesser titles is attached to himself. In Dylan's case, he is the Earl of Carmarthen (again, only as Courtesy, he will not hold the title In His Own Right until he is invested following his father's death).

In addition to his inherited title and seat in the House of Lords, Dylan's father was also a wealthy industrialist, owning a large number of textile mills across southern Wales. Dylan, of course, went to the finest schools, but he never really fit in. Androgynous at best, he delighted in rebelling against the stuffy atmosphere of the noble class, often being flamboyantly effeminate and pushing the boundaries of the status quo. Sometimes he went a bit too far, like the morning during his Third Year when he showed up for chapel not in the traditional school uniform of tailcoat, waistcoat, and pinstripe trousers, but a cropped "bum freezer" jacket and pleated miniskirt (this earned him a full month's detention).

Despite being less masculine than most of his peers, Dylan was surprisingly athletic, excelling at swimming, track, and particularly fencing. However, it was his musical talent that really separated him from his peers. He was a natural at the piano, but quickly grew bored playing stodgy old Classics. So he began writing his own variations, and soon, he was building entire new pieces around the central themes of traditional songs. Piano soon led to violin, then the cello. The praise of his teachers and peers only went so far, however. He knew he was destined for greatness, and there's only so much fame to be gathered playing Chopin or Mozart.

So in his Fourth Year, he bought himself an electric guitar and began sneaking off school grounds at night to play with various local bands at whatever dive club he could get into. He was good, very good, but no one band could hold onto him — he bristled at any show of authority from the band's leader. Still, he was sought out for his talent and soon had a small following.

It was near the end of Michaelmas Half (mid-December) of his Sixth Year that he began to notice the Man in the audience. No matter what band he happened to be with or what club they were playing, the Man was always here, watching him intently. At this point in his life, he was no stranger to the attentions of men, and though he preferred to "play" with boys his own age, he was not above indulging older men as well. He adored the expensive gifts they were fond of showering him with. It wasn't that he couldn't afford such things himself. In fact, he often turned around and gave the clothing, wristwatches, and electronic gizmos to his own friends. Rather, it was the attention the men paid him that fueled his desire. But blessed with the short attention span of youth, he quickly tired of these men, and the trysts rarely lasted very long.

So when he noticed the Man, he was quite certain what he wanted. The Man was certainly not unattractive, though Blaze (as he called himself when "slumming" as an aspiring rock star) couldn't quite determine the Man's age. One night after a particularly grueling session with a mediocre band, Blaze walked boldly up to the man's table and sat down, offering to let the Man buy him a drink. The Man's reaction was unexpected — he laughed. Not the uncomfortable chuckle of a married, middle class man caught lusting for a teenager, but the hearty laughter of pure amusement.

"You misunderstand my intentions," the Man said. "Though you are irresistibly attractive, that's only to be expected of the fruit of my loins." The Man explained that he was, in fact, the god Dionysus, and Blaze was indeed his son. Blaze wasn't terribly surprised — he always knew he was divinely destined for greatness, and the Man's tale only served to reinforce the notion in his mind. The only part he found hard to swallow was that his mother, the prim and proper Lady Gwendolyn, Duchess of Monmouth, had once had an affair with someone as lowly as a wine steward (which is how Dionysus had gained access to the Meredith household years ago).

Blaze now had a new destiny. He was so far down the Line of Succession that it would take a miraculous disaster (disastrous miracle?) to put him on the Throne. But there were other crowns to be claimed: Elvis had had one, as had Michael Jackson. With his unearthly looks and divine talent, nothing will stop him from becoming the best and most famous recording artist in history. Dionysus gifted him with a Relic, a guitar fashioned from the god's own thyrsus. The frets and bridge are made from the wood of giant fennel, the head is fashioned in the shape of a pine cone, and the body is decorated with images of grapes and vines. This Relic not only allows Blaze to access Chaos and Mystery, it transforms into a light but sturdy sword when necessary.

Dionysus also introduced Blaze to one of his followers: Silenus, one of the few Satyrs who doesn't follow Pan. Silenus acts as Blaze's Guide, and he presented Blaze with a set of panpipes. Wind instruments aren't really his forte, but he plays them to communicate with the Satyr.

It was only at the insistence of his father that Blaze (still known as Lord Dylan to the upper crust) agreed to finish his last term at Eton, though he absolutely refused to attend uni or enter into military service. Instead, he's decided to form his own band, which he's already named Prometheus Torch. Now he just needs to find other members to fill out the roster. Perhaps he'll even find other Scions like himself, who want to be just as famous!


Blaze is shamelessly flamboyant, but bristles at the suggestion he's not actually a man. He's comfortable in just about any clothes — or none at all! Unapologetically gay, he has no problem openly flirting with any and all men around him, though he does seem to be a little choosey when it comes to actual bedpartners. Although he has a fondness for froo-froo coffees, his drink of choice is usually a fine wine, guzzled directly from the bottle. His true passion, however, is music — he plays piano, cello, violin, and guitar. He also sings and can writhe about on stage, though actual dancing doesn't seem to be his cup of tea.

Fluent Languages: English, Welsh, French


My Emperor - Fate works mysteriously.
Bayou Boy - Crude, unkempt, inarticulate — American.
Cutie - I'm sure I can teach him how to have a little fun.
Brother - Pity, but I'm sure we can have fun together anyway.
Poppet - I look forward to crossing sabres with you.
Handsome - A tall drink of water, and I'm very thirsty.

Events Thus Far

Here I am, killing rats. How noble!

Character Sheet

Strength 2 Charisma 4 Perception 3
Dexterity 3 Manipulation 3 Intelligence 3
Stamina 3 Appearance 4 Wits 3
Art (Music) 3 Athletics 1 Awareness 2
Brawl 3 Empathy 3 Fortitude 2
Integrity 3 Investigation 2 Larceny 3
Melee 2 Occult 1 Presence 3
Stealth 2
Relic: Thyrsus Guitar 3 Relic: Panpipes 1
Eye of the Storm Arete_Brawl 1 Arete - Art_Music 2
Mystery 1
God's Honest Center of Attention Pied Piper
Hapless Cool Cat's Grace
Epic Attributes
Strength 0 Charisma 2 Perception 0
Dexterity 1 Manipulation 1 Intelligence 0
Stamina 0 Appearance 1 Wits 0
Intellect 1 Valor 2 Vengence 2
Expression 4
Legend 3 Legend Points 9
Wounds 0 0 0 Willpower 6
Health -0 -1 -1 -2 -2 -4 I D
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