Lord Rafael Bisland
I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.
Description: Dark hair kept at its shortest and closest to his scalp, in certain light Rafael's head appears completely shorn. His aristocratic bone structure is intensely curved and accented with deliberate patches of tidy black facial hair and his physique, although trim and towering, is far from formidable. Mostly, it's his eyes. Against a backdrop complexion the color of clean rich soil, his crystalline blue irises glitter with all the flaws that would an ideal pair of diamonds.
Personality: Many expect a Mercy to be a gentler alternative to his more prominent militant and academic brothers but that isn't necessarily a guarantee with Rafael. What he brings in bedside manner, he makes up for in a kind of quiet snobbery.
The lord has often spoken of having heroically attended the sickbeds (and prior to the Compact's re-introduction to the Queen of Endings, the birthing beds) of high born and highly privileged alike. Much rarer are stories in which Rafael bloodies his robes mending and tending to the common folk. Whispers of this perhaps being unbecoming of him have not as of yet carried far through the insulation that his family's notoriety affords him.
Background: Healer to the Crownlands elite, Rafael's reputation for quality care often precedes him. Unfortunately, so does knowledge of his great lacking when it comes to matters paternal. A noblewoman and warrior of rank, Rafael's wife-by-political-match bravely fell during the Battle of Pridehall and left him to see to the upbringing of their young daughter. This mostly translated into governesses, various tutors of repute, and the affection of family members better equipped than he, creating a cavernous distance between them that ultimately resulted in the child showing more interest in war stratagems, martial proficiencies, and glory than anything the pair might find common ground over.
While serving in his capacity as a Mercy, Rafael was recently accompanying an incapacitated noble party along the newly minted Great Road. Their destination was Arx, where Rafael's charge intended to seek more substantial medical care. Made overly confident by House Grayreeve's vocal dissents, roadside bandits surrounded them and their protectors. There was a scuffle before the assailants fled, leaving Rafael with injuries of his own to nurse before any return trip can be made.
|Bhandn||I'm still not entirely certain just how seriously I should treat his words. Still, we at least agree that weeds have no place in the Shrine of Lagoma.|
|Brigida||A bit too nervous for my liking. Don't think I'm not keeping my eye on you.|
|Fiora||Just a little nudge on the Sovereign and we'll see how much he can talk.... He was charming. I GUESS.|
|Kaldur||Though clearly suffering his own injuries, he offered succor to us in a dark time. A credit to Bisland and to his calling.|
|Martino||The Mercy of Pridehall, a kind and gentle man who's fine presence around his brother must have helped in the times of great test|
|Sabella||I find him to be a calming presence and very leveled headed, with a wit that I think most people don't catch. But I do! I think.|
|Videl||A mercy, and mysteriously one who knows discretion. It's heartening to see they do exist.|
|Zoey||My favorite uncle for his great heart. Don't tell the Duke.|