Lord Luis Igniseri
I love songs with deeds in them!
Description: Floppy black curls fall loose around Luis's even featured face, fluffy and difficult to entirely tame. His eyes are large and wide beneath fine, dark eyebrows, liquid brown and sometimes meltingly soulful with soft entreaty: there is no one who can puppydog eyes like Luis Igniseri. His lips are full, his teeth white, and a few sparse black freckles mar the dusky warmth of his skintone. His lean athleticism suggests the strength of a powerful swimmer and fighter while the easy grace with which he moves suggests the studied elegance of a dancer.
Personality: Luis wants adventure, romance, and really wild things! A born troublemaker who struggles forever with restraint, he wants his fingers in as many pies as possible. He yearns to distinguish himself for a future legacy of song and story, but doesn't have that clear an idea of how to do that. He occasionally struggles with chains of command, although not so much that he would come up against the bounds of his sworn oaths. He wants more than he has of pretty much everything with a kind of restless, whole-hearted, full-bodied lust for life.
Background: The younger son of a lesser line of the March of Granato, Luis knew from an early age that there was only one way to make sure that he mattered to the family, the fealty, and the world: derring do. He grew up absorbing tales and stories like they were water, and launched himself into his early training in the practice yards with the guardsmen of Igniseri and with his older cousins, Vincere the heir and Pietro his twin. Too young to be a real companion to his cousins, though, he primarily ended up attached to a younger circle of lesser nobles and the older sons of some of the guardsmen who worked tirelessly to be the Best.
Luis loved to get into trouble. Thoughtless and reckless as a youth, he grew a little more consideration only with time and repetition and the constant efforts of his parents and his lieges to discipline him. As a boy, he was always climbing trees, stealing olives, rolling in the mud, hiding in the weird spaces of the hall of the castle and getting into mischief. He never ran out of energy. When he was old enough to ride out with the men, he squired for several knights in succession and finally became a lieutenant under Lord Pietro, handling lesser duties of command and military force at the tender age of 18, and fighting with fierce verve whenever the cavalry rode out.