Lord Michael Bisland
So House Grayson is the greatest of the houses, and knights are the greatest of a house's vassals, and I'm one of the greatest of its knights, so it stands to reason I'm pretty sure I'm one of the greatest people in the world. I'm ninety nine percent sure that's exactly how it works, right?
Description: Tall and broad shouldered, like the heroes of old, Michael moves with intent and purpose, to make himself as unforgettable as possible. His ebony hair falls in soft curls just past his ears, delectably unkempt, contrasting with his chestnut skin and accentuating his sparkling emerald eyes. He is built like a marble statue, but his admittedly impressive musculature is nearly forgettable compared to the bright, breezy confidence bordering on arrogance often shown in his trademarked bright grins. He has the brilliant, infectious grins of a man who expects to be found charming, which can just as easily be tremendously offputting.
Personality: Michael is a cocky son of a famous warrior, determined to be even more famous. He's generally a nice guy, and makes certain everyone knows he's nice as he defines it, because nice is better than mean and cruel. He's too good looking to be a villain. Most people would agree his logic sometimes runs in circles and is more than a little flawed, but they agree with him (bless his heart), just to get him to do something. The core of Michael is a man, young and not terribly wise to the world, trying to live up to his father's name, and eventually to best him. He fiercely loves his family and House Grayson, and simply views the pressure he places on himself as a small part of how he can honor his parents. In private, he is much the same, rarely self-reflective and generally a genial person.
Background: It's not easy to be the son of one of the greatest knights in all of the Compact, a duke who once was seen as the face of House Grayson's military might, and to live in Duke Gabriel Bisland's shadow. It doesn't really bother Michael at all. The way he sees it, it's just a lively competition to beat the old man's accomplishments and to do it younger, and to hope his father doesn't keep upping the ante by performing other ridiculous acts of heroism. Michael is privately convinced that his lord father will probably still be killing shav warchiefs in single combat when he's eighty years old, so it's a high bar, but that's what makes the competition fun.
Unfortunately, after hearing terms like 'reckless' or 'impetuous' or 'careless' far too often, and quite unfairly in Michael's exquisitely humble opinion ('daring' or 'bold' is far more appropriate, of course), the young knight has been sent off to Arx to serve under some upjumped commoners in the Iron Guard of Arx to teach him 'self-restraint' and 'humility'. It's outrageous to Michael. Sure, technically humility is one of the chivalric virtues but so is honesty, and if he might be a little convinced of just how great he, House Grayson, and House Bisland all are, at least he comes by the opinion honestly.