Lord Lonzio Nightgold
Wealth is not his that has it, but his that enjoys it.
Description: Lonzio's high cheekbones and pronounced jaw culminate at a handsomely square-shaped chin. His short hair comes as a dark shock against an otherwise pale-tinted beige complexion. For reading, the man is often reliant upon spectacles or worse, reduced to squinting. Neither particularly tall nor muscular, what physical prowess Lonzio does possess is merely a byproduct of active leisure.
Personality: Lonzio exists at the intersection of Southern-style cunning and Northern survivalism. Rather than lean into spirituality or martial skills, he relies on intellect and logical problem solving to navigate the complex challenges unique to the mountainous regions from which his family hails. For example, he advocates readily for reducing taxation on high-income earners as a means to stimulate expenditure... and if there's anything Lonzio has an appreciation for, its expenditure.
Background: Lord Adalonzio Nightgold's love affair with opulence began where many do, in the Lyceum. His early days were spent languishing in amenities or riding out over the boundless sunny horizon. He was a ward of the now exiled House Forza at the palatial Forte Carizzo, a once beautiful fortress located south of Lenosia at the northern border of Gemecittan controlled territories.
Unfortunately, Lonzio's time in paradise did not last. As a boy, he suffered the indignity of being smuggled back to the safety of Stonedeep in the false bottom of a cobbler's trunk after his aunt, the Countess of the March, was subjected to a very well-deserved attainder under the authority of Archduchess Carlotta. To this very day, it's said that his lordship's nerves will not abide the smell of leather polish because of it! Naturally, this makes care and daily maintenance of the tack associated with Lonzio's impressive horse collection something of a tightrope walk for staff.
A sharp mind with an aptitude for commerce, Lonzio has seen what poor counsel can bring about. With his eccentric younger sister placing herself in charge of Nightgold's vassal house at Aviaron's Peak and their delicate younger cousin at the helm of the familial line, he feels it his duty to lend a voice of reason where and when lack of experience might lead either ruler astray. He vehemently resents any implication that he's only in Arx on holiday.
| Name | Summary |
| Dycard | Evidently a man of refinement, and well-schooled in arenas foreign to me. A valuable ally, I expect. |
| Mabelle | A good humored Nightgold Accountant. If he is seeking to marry - he will likely not stay unwed for long. |
| Revell | I am not entirely sure how to feel about this one. Willing to help, so long as there are profits to be made - this is a given, though, and I can think of few who would give and give without expecting anything in return. But then again, I am one of those few, so I find myself struggling to see things from his perspective even if, objectively, I know that there is nothing wrong with it. |