Iskander Dawkins
I agree with the realistic Inquisitor who said he preferred to prophesy after the event.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Prescient Purser
Fealty:
Pravus
Family:
Dawkins
Gender: male
Marital Status: married
Age: 47
Birthday: 3/21
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Steward
Height: average height
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: dark brown
Skintone: light brown
Description: A hawkish nose, with deep-set eyes and heavy brows would render his expression severe were he not so often smiling - a bright flash in the dark frame of short-cropped beard, salt-and-pepper beard. His frame is sturdy, the muscle of his youth still there, but the hard cut softened by time and a fondness for good food and better wine. He moves well, and easily, save a slight limp that grows more pronounced in the damp and cold of Winter.
Personality: Professional in comportment and neat as a pin, Iskander's bearing is one that radiates confidence and competence. Though many stewards cultivate an aloof reserve, Iskander wears his propriety, courtesy, and humility like a warm and comfortable cloak that he is more than willing to share. But make no mistake, steel strengthens the man's spine, and very little escapes his notice or attention.
Background: The Dawkins were once the Duquenso, a noble House of some standing in the Lyceum whose seat was razed to the ground, its peers stripped of their titles, holdings, with any claim to nobility some ten or more generations ago. There are no known records of what caused this fall from prominence, those records were destroyed or perhaps the story is just that - a story.
Iskander was born into service of House Inverno. His father's father was a gentleman's gentleman, to quote a notable Steward. He was tapped very young to assist with and manage House affairs, groomed and schooled, trained and, eventually, made himself indispensible to Ludovico even as Tessera was learning her role to lead the House. In no small part, Iksander is why Caina survived the brief leadership of Contessa Tessera and Count-consort Mario. They have disappeared into wine-soaked reverie, and he remains.
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