My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.
Description: Alessan has short black hair that is greying at the temples, and while his bronzed complexion is still rather smooth there are signs of aging around his shining brown eyes, the wrinkles becoming much more pronounced whenever he smiles. He also sports the short beginnings of a beard, grey hairs making themselves known on the chin.
Personality: Soft-spoken and always smiling, Alessan prefers to stay out of the center of attention as much as he can. Even when performing, he can look as if his mind has wandered off to another place, letting the music take him where it wishes to take him. And it's a good thing too, he'd much rather his music be the focus of another's attention than himself.
Background: Alessan's beginnings were quite humble. He was born to a father who was a fledgling poet and a mother who worked as a seamstress fashioning dresses that some of the members of the ruling family wore from time to time. If it had been up to his mother, he might have found himself in the life of a crafter, but there was another path for him. He grew up on his father's poems and stories and they fascinated him, there was always something about the construction of a poem could convey so many more meanings than the words themselves could.
As he reached his adulthood, he struck out from Tor to travel around the duchy in order to experience what life had to offer. He spoke to everyone he could in order to discover their own life experiences and in one small village he came across a bard. The man was older and had a way of entertaining folk with stories, song and other small tricks. Alessan found himself captivated by the older man and set off from the village with him. Their travels took them all over the lands of House Velenosa, but Tor was always home for Alessan and after ten years of travelling with the old bard, he returned home and began to make a name for himself around the city and the duchy with the skills he picked up on the road.
He's spent some years doing this, but now he finds that the call of Arx is loud and he wants to see what new adventures his life has to offer.
|Calista||Time has only kissed the very corners of his eyes when he smiles. I remember how he made me laugh the first time we met so many moons ago. His humor may not be for everyone but it is certainly for me.|