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Saedrus Cicisbeo
Social Rank	7
Fealty	Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
House	Cicisbeo
Gender	Male
Age	24
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Courtesan
Height	5'9"
Hair Color	Snow White
Eye Color	Vibrant Evergreen
Skintone	Alabaster
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Description

There is a unique charm to Saedrus that bleeds into every aspect of his form as if he were a created thing rather than imperfectly born. His gait is light, reminiscent of a dance and his voice caries a gentle yet rich cadence. Silken lengths of snowy white hair cascades well below his shoulders, a glimmer of starlight caught in the lengths in just the right light. The shorter lengths frame his features that tread a fine line between masculine and delicate. The mix a courtesy of pronounced cheekbones and strong jaw, which lacks even a whisper of stubble where one would expect it. The brilliant shade of his evergreen eyes holds confidence, tranquillity and sincere interest in their captive gaze while his mouth craves attention with its warm smile. No taller or shorter than the next man he has the honed physique of a dancer but broaches on the leaner end of the scale. Svelte might best describe the young man. A keen viewer though might note the smaller flaws, of which there are many, that suggest Saedrus is indeed one of those imperfectly born things. A few are more noticeable than others like the pale scars on otherwise smooth hands or the slight sneer an old hair-fine scar leaves on his upper lip.

Personality

Serenity becomes Saedrus; he is oft as tranquil as the mirror shine of an undisturbed lake. Not to say he is without passion, merely knows there is a time and place for such things. He is seldom brought to ire or malicious in word or action and in spite of being softly spoken Saedrus never lacks conviction nor shies from calling a spade anything other than what it is. Astute yet willing to admit to a lack of understanding in some topics he is always eager to learn, or to ask, but this eagerness can fuel a wicked curiosity for which he must stride along a fine line of decorum, never going so far to appear intrusive. Compassion comes easily to Saedrus and his loyalty is fierce. No matter the need he is willing to do almost anything to brighten another's day, bring about a smile or relieve some small burden if he is able. He is an attentive sounding board, an empathic ear and if needed simply company to enjoy wine and conversation with.

Background

A childhood spent growing up on one of the lush fragrant vineyards that surround the village of Saikland Greens sounds idyllic, a vision painted in dreamscape. In truth it was incredibly dull. Nothing of note happened throughout Saedrus' youth. Much of it he spent working on the family land, small as it was, with his six sisters and little else. They were a close family for many years but slowly one by one their numbers drew short as each of his sisters wed and started their own families leaving Saedrus to care for the vineyard alone, what with his father's failing health.

It all came to an end when his father passed. Saedrus had the choice then to keep making some of the most tantalizing wine as his father had done, and his father before him, or he could become more than a simple farmer. Wanderlust had always been in his heart but it was not until responsibility to his family had faded that the want for adventure became unbearable, that and the group of troubadours passing through Saikland Greens added just enough push to drive Saedrus towards his ambitions.

He stayed with the troupe for some months, travelling through the south and with them began his love for the arts, specifically music and dance. There would be more to learn though, and he could not stay with the musicians forever. The search for adventure and all the knowledge that comes with it saw Saedrus travel much of the continent in the first handful of years, never staying long enough to grow roots in one place. What called to him in all of his travels though were the schools of Courtesans where beauty and talent were drawn by the same brush and wrapped in silken finery; that was where he wanted to be. Where he could pursue his great love for performance and could bring that splendour to others, bring just a little colour and wonder into the darkness of the current state of the world.

For the last four years he's studied at a small variety of schools along the eastern coast on a path that has lead him back to Arx. Saedrus has passed through the city on countless occasions, who knows how long he might stay this time.