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Lord Cyril Melaeris

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

Social Rank: 5
Concept: Soft-Spoken Steward
Fealty: Thrax
Family: Melaeris
Gender: male
Marital Status: married
Age: 56
Birthday: 7/04
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Lawyer
Height: average height
Hair Color: salt and pepper
Eye Color: brown
Skintone: black

Obituary: Never returned from a trip to Whitepeak.

Description: Lean and lithe, Cyril is not the poster boy for a Thraxian Lord. He's in fine shape, fit and has the calloused hands of an experienced sailor but injuries have long kept him at home. His left leg has been replaced by the most basic of wooden prosthetics and left him requiring a cane to walk. Scars mark the canvas of his dark, dusky skin and two fingers are missing from the man's left hand. His head is shaved bald but Cyril still sports a greying beard and mustache combo.

Personality: Although few have ever heard Cyril's voice raised above indoor-level, he has a firm and commanding presence. A gifted orator, his soft-spoken words have a way of swaying others to his cause. That's not to say he's stern or aloof. Cyril's quite amiable, always open to new ideas and suggestions or differences of opinion. Compromise is key in negotiations and the lord is very aware of that fact. Pragmatic and slow to anger, he's well-suited to the arena of court and politics.

Background: Born as the youngest of three brothers, Cyril grew up in the seat of House Melaeris. He was not content to stay there, having a deep love for the sea and sailing. Many of his early teenage years were spent learning the ins and outs of various types of ships or tagging along on raiding parties. The fighting itself was never a draw but the journey was. That changed, when he reached his early twenties.

An accident during a storm left Cyril crippled, with family worried that the Lord might die. While confined to bed, Cyril's mother fretted and fussed over him--she wasn't a Thrax. She didn't buy Tears in our Wake not at Our Wake. So each day she would come to him and leave books, tell him of courtly gossip, and of politics. She'd been a lawyer, a Lycene woman and a Mirrormask. As a child, she'd taught him to question everything--to think before acting. And though at first he resisted, seeing the law and economics as woman's work, she taught Cyril to adore the social arena.

His father and brothers quietly disapproved. More traditionalist Thrax openly gossiped. Cyril ignored them, carrying on to become both a lawyer and later a member of various trading organizations. His love for the ocean never quite abated but the Lord has stead-fastly refused to board a ship except in cases of dire need. It was a bit of a shock in fact, when he arrived to Arx in order to support his niece.

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