Sir Elysio Forza
Avoid promises which you cannot at any required moment command. This is how you remain virtuous in the Lyceum.
Social Rank: 7
Concept: Courtier Courser
Marital Status: Unwed
Hair Color: Ash Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Skintone: Beach Sand
Description: Hair prettily windswept and armor often impractically supplemented with flows of fine silk and panels of skin exposed, the influence of life on the Oathlands-Lyceum cusp is palpable here. So named for the heavens, to call Elysio a peacock would do the man a disservice. That is not to say invoking any other lovely bird in comparison might not be justly called for.
Personality: With vanity diluted by a uniquely personal brand of integrity, Sir Elysio condescends to offer neither premature truth nor unsolicited advice. Content to be admired from near or far, the knight utilizes an innate sense of center to lend support and consciously put those within close proximity at ease.
Background: The heirloom weapon of Iriscal is not a sword, it's a hairpin. Diminutive and ornate, it represents yet one more granule of salt on an ancient wound. House Tessere's betters long ago saw fit to melt down that once-proud object, halving it and halving it again. Fitting that the young man who now wields it is as much a courtier as he is a knight. It's as if to say, 'What threat anymore are we who entrust our honor to one who favors beauty over bloodshed?'
Dressage darling of Forte Carizzo, Lord Elysio Forza was summering at the finishing school of his childhood when word came of the attainder suffered by his head of house. In its broad strokes, the condemnation touched even him and he soon found himself a young Lord no more.
It was the late Lucrezia Tessere, wife of Elysio's paternal uncle, who took the boy underwing. House Tessere was good to him. In exchange, Elysio endeavored to be a most steadfast servant and protector.
Following the sudden demise of his long-time patron, Elysio has as much reason as anybody to seek answers.
|Aswin||What a surprise. I was certain that someone who dressed as he does would be rubbish with a blade. Turns out there is more to him than meets the eye.|
|Narcissa||Whiskey and words - both pour freely from the Sword.|
|Piccola||By far one of the more attractive men that I've ever met; however, that's probably why he deserves the greatest of care and the closest of watching.|
|Sabine||No other has his flair, his flourish, nor his unerring instinct for doing exactly what is needed at exactly the right moment. How I adore watching the moment of horrified realized in his opponents' eyes.|
|Valerius||Can't tell if they know that they are dashing or if they are equally a flirt.|