Saedrus Cicisbeo

Saedrus Cicisbeo
Social Rank	7
Fealty	Velenosa "Velenosa" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
House	Cicisbeo
Gender	Male
Age	23
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Courtesan
Height	5'9"
Hair Color	Dark Brown
Eye Color	Vibrant Evergreen
Skintone	Alabaster
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Description

A vibrant peacock inspired mask covers this man's features entirely, only the sheen of dark brunette hair can be glimpsed; which is brushed back and kept short. The mask though gold has been painted with a fine black lacquer that only catches the precious metal in the right light, and a plume of peacock feathers about the androgynous sculpt of its face. No taller or shorter than the next, this man has a honed physique, like that of a performer of some sort as he clearly lacks the bulk attributed to a sword fighter or soldier, and tips more to the leaner end of the scale. His gait is light, practiced and there is an effortless grace about him from the placement of a foot mid-step to the setting of his shoulders.

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.