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Prince Arman Velenosa

Shh. The shadows move here.

Social Rank: 3
Concept: Royal Counselor
Fealty: Velenosa
Family: Velenosa
Gender: Male
Age: 60
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Noble
Height: 6'2"
Hair Color: Salt and Pepper
Eye Color: black
Skintone: Tan

Titles: Heavy Hand of Lenosia

Description: Arman Velenosa is tall and stately; he was quite obviously handsome once, years ago, and his youth has settled into gravitas. He cuts a foreboding figure for he is tall and towers over most people. Arman is fastidiously neat, as careful in his appearance as he is in his words. When he smiles, it never quite seems to touch his eyes. When Arman enters a room, he does so softly - but is no less intriguing for it. Eyes seem drawn to him, but as he favors shadows, he is never quite fully seen.

(Arman has taken to wearing a full and neatly shaped beard and moustache of grey with only a few sparse strands of inky black woven in.)

Personality: Arman Velenosa is calm, cool, and collected. He tends to be eight chess moves ahead of nearly everyone he knows and is an oily kind of intelligent. He prefers quiet, studying a situation for a long while before speaking, acting, or otherwise making his involvement known. But Arman most definitely is involved. If there is intrigue, he is not far behind. He may offer smiles and pleasantries, but there is always something lurking under the surface of this man. He has a somewhat feared reputation - after all, one word from him could send other, lesser Lycene houses tumbling. Arman sees the world in grays -- he is neither a good man... nor a bad one. He does what needs to be done, the ends justify the means, and he is not afraid to do what needs to be done.

Background: For as long as he can remember, Prince Armando Velenosa, or Arman as he prefers to be called, has been responsible for keeping a gentle pulse on all of the Lycene houses. That, as one can imagine, is quite a task. Arman was born into a branch of the Velenosa house that prides itself on its intrigue work ? not spies, no, never call them spies! But they are close to the crown and they are close to all the other houses. It's imperative that the other houses of the Lyceum kowtow to Arman and his branch; after all, one word from Arman and the other houses are subject to repercussions from House Velenosa. And no one wants that.

He was brought up to take over the family business, which he dutifully did, and Arman found he very much enjoyed it. Early on in his career, Arman earned a reputation that follows him to this day. The circumstances remain shrouded in mystery; all people know is that one humid summer night, a coordinated assassination sting took place all over the Lyceum. Commoners and nobles alike never made it to morning. One notable nobleman was arrested and brought to Arman himself. After several days, the noble was mysteriously found in a seedy part of town with a vacant stare ? he never spoke again. Not long after these events, Arman announced his engagement and the Lyceum began to tremble at the very mention of his name.

He married for duty and Miranda gave birth to son after son, but only one lived: Theo. Arman took that child under his wing and raised a fine young man who carries on the family tradition. Arman would never say as much, but he is proud of Theo.

Then Miranda became pregnant again. Arman had his son and the boy had lived into his teens; there was no danger or need for another. Miranda died shortly after the birth and left Arman saddled with another baby. The daughter, Saoirse, was shuffled off to nannies and never wanted for anything, but Arman had bigger things to do than raise another child on his own.

He and Theo poured themselves into their work in intel; they have a good system, where Arman commands behind the scenes and Theo runs contacts as sort of "boots on the ground". And now they've uncovered something ? it is time to head to Arx.

Name Summary
Agostino A distinguished Prince who clearly knows his business.
Alarissa One forgets he exists from time to time, and then there he is. Reminding me that while I may call other Lycene's friends, there are those who would not be considered such and has guards taste my food and drink. Either from concern, or from fear of what Thrax would do if their princess were murdered. I can't tell if it's politics or actual care.
Alessandro An uncle who is less known to me, though I imagine he would be worth learning more about.
Armani A man of few words. So probably a man of many secrets.
Domonico Good solid grip for a man his age. Very well informed indeed and doesn't miss much at all it seems. So far... I approve.
Evaristo Wily old fox, that.
Fiora I am interested to see where it goes, at the very least.
Gretchen Full of such good advice. None of which I will ever take.
Jeffeth An old prince. When I was young I thought that all princes are always young. Isn't that funny. Well he's not. But he seems very intelligent and well spoken, one of those no-nonsense fellows but he doesn't seem rude for it, either. Seems a good man.
Lucita A wise and witty older man whose company I came to relish during the time spent in his presence. He has charm, commonsense, and a warmth about him bundled up in a dignified package.
Reese A thoughtful prince who is interested in learning and hearing about others. I find him to have a subtle sort of charm that is delicately woven into situations and that is largely the charisma of noticing others and the intelligence to carry himself well.
Saoirse Papa. Here, in Arx now, and something has shifted.
Selene The elder statesman of Velenosa gives very little away and listens far more than he speaks. As to be expected. He could teach us all a great deal.
Sophie Saoirse's father. He's old. He makes me miss my parents, and my uncles. Is it terrible that even as much as I adore Saoirse seeing her father makes me jealous? My family lost an entire generation in the Tragedy.
Videl Prince Arman is a serious man who seems to care a lot for his house, I hope I will be able to get to know him better. And we can both commiserate over the pains of winter.
Willow Silver Fox. In all senses of the word.