Lord Angelo Fidante
Life and death are related concepts. Without the other, each would be meaningless.
Description: There is a deceptive softness about many of Angelo's features: his full lips a gentle bow easy to form into an almost imperceptible smile, his dark waves of black hair soft hanging to cover part of his small ears, his eyelashes long and thick to veil the eerie pallor of his eyes. Those eyes are unusual: pale in hue, with a bare hint of green to intensify their wintry gray, clear and sharp and often highly focused beneath the stark lines of his defined eyebrows. His complexion is a warmly golden olive, very occasionally marked by a faint dusting of tiny dark freckles. Surrounding his mouth, his beard is likewise soft, goatee neatly groomed and trimmed, with a neat mustache marking his upper lip, perhaps to ensure the masculinity of features that might otherwise suggest an ambiguity. Wiry and lean, the only muscles are caused by sveltness and a well kept form rather than growth of muscles, though there is a subtle hint of strength to his form. His voice is easy to get lost into and pleasant to listen, with a mellifluous quality to his low tones, a musicality that suggests both sophistication and a disposition to an ample vocabulary.
Personality: The uncharitable might call Angelo lazy, but it's not fair. He's far from lazy. Once he finds something that traps his interests, he can be deeply passionate about it: about words, word games, philosophy, human stories, and more recently about diplomacy. He can be intense on the subject of Tehom and the other gods. Those who don't 'get it' might call Angelo aloof, but he is not that either. There is a warmth behind his reserve, an alert interest that allows him to listen to others in a focused way for an extended period of time, so that he can share his wisdom to their needs. The aggressively Lycene may call Angelo prudish, but he merely prefers intimacy to wild abandon. He's just not interested in debauchery for its own sake. He can be very sensual and deeply, imaginatively romantic when someone has his interest. The hot-tempered might call Angelo cold, but he's not cold; he's merely controlled, composed, and rarely does he lose his temper over an imagined slight.
Background: The son of a lesser Fidante line, first cousin to Duke Leo and Lady Calista, Angelo was born to be a superfluous son, and like many, found expectation suggested him for soldiery or the priesthood. He lacked interest in spilling blood, and he lacked the devotion of the early priestbound. As a youth, he was irresolute, frustrated, sometimes reckless. He defied expectation in every way he could think of. He eschewed parties for books. He eschewed priestly training for quiet, private meditation. He eschewed dueling and getting in people's faces by being more than ordinarily diplomatic. When assigned military tasks, he would generally find ways of fulfilling a support roll: aiding in quartermastery rather than combat, for example.
When he just coming of age, his father got stabbed in the chest during the Tor-Southport War, returning home alive but with troubles breathing and many fits of illnesses which he fought through for the following decade. Despite the struggles of a kind of depressed and reactive teenagerhood that he mainly spent getting in the way and being discontented without particular aim, Angelo began to develop a direction despite himself, mainly inspired by spending time devoted to his dying father. That direction became the laity. A little disturbed by the mirrormasks, perhaps because of spending too much time near the Oathlands, he nevertheless grew in his heart a fascination for the reflection and for Tehom. Spare nobleman that he is, he has flirted with becoming godsworn, but never gone through with it. Skillful diplomat that he is rumored to be, mainly because of the deftness of his vocabulary and the imaginative and deeply perceptive nature that one develops when they have listened to many stories and many problems, he never quite decided to opt that way.
Some say that he didn't have a good time in Tor, and it could be true: when his father died two years before the King's Rest, his reaction was to seclude himself in his chambers and the number of public appearances he could be counted with a couple of hands. It was until mid-1005 AR, when he traveled to Arx at the sudden request of Duke Leo Fidante, who was in need of diplomats for the Voice of the Compact and had heard rumors of his cousin's vague interest in diplomacy. Like many other times when Angelo finds something that fascinates him, it might seem like the chance to escape from Tor, from his past, has made him truly engaged with the idea of putting his empathy and vocabulary to the service of House Fidante and the realm.