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: single
Height: average height
Hair Color: ash brown
Eye Color: hazel
Skintone: beach sand
Description: As lovely as the heavens for which he was named, Elysio's gaze is easily one of the most pleasing things about him. Framed by long feminine eyelashes, his green eyes are flecked with swirls of bronze. The curve of his mouth is unguarded. His cheeks are high and wide, the slope of his nose is flat, and his complexion carries the heat of summer even in the dead of winter. His dark hair is just long enough to be unruly in the breeze. Build lean, he holds himself with the quiet of contentment: not inclined to bristle or posture in response to a threat, but rather to bend. The young man's formative years spent living on the Oathlands-Lyceum cusp are brought to life in his armor, augmented by strips of flowing silk and daringly placed panels of exposed tan skin.
Personality: Vanity diluted by personal integrity, Elysio is a contradiction of practiced ethereal mystique and sincere warmth grounded in the loss of great privilege. His cultured charm makes him adept at soliciting admirers from near and afar without compromising himself, though a lifetime as scion to a disgraced noble house has bred melancholic undercurrents to the former lord's curated aesthetic.
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.