Lysander
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Appearance
Lysander Docatto Valestri presents the poised elegance expected of an Elbionese merchant-noble heir. His build is slim and wiry-limbed, giving the impression of a practiced fencer rather than a warehouse laborer. Waves of snow-white hair fall in light, neatly tousled layers, framing a pale brow often banded with a narrow strip of linen—a fashionable cover for a fading duelist’s wound. One half-lidded eye, the colour of polished amber, lends him a languid, almost teasing expression.
His preferred formal attire is an ivory tailcoat cut to military precision, every seam outlined in fine gold piping. Beneath it sits a deep cobalt waistcoat and cravat, the latter pinned with a miniature golden knot that echoes the city’s heraldic insignia. Matching white trousers taper to crisp breaks above polished leather brogues, while thin gloves keep ink and street dust alike from touching his skin.
Lysander’s accessories subtly declare his status: a single teardrop sapphire earring swings from his left lobe; a blue rose is often twirled between gloved fingers or tucked into a lapel, providing a cool contrast to the warm gilding of his outfit.
Skills and Abilities
Arcane “Promise”: Lysander was born with enough raw mana to light half the street lamps in his neighborhood, but unfortunately skipped every third lecture on how not to set them on fire. He can shape basic motes, lashes, and force shields with admirable flair; the results are loud, bright, and—on a good day—pointed in the correct direction. Professors describe his spell-work as “crude yet effective,” the sort of back-handed compliment normally reserved for siege engines and boiled cabbage. Still, his mastery of the basics is commendable, if not necessarily incendiary.
Bladesmanship: Where magic lessons went astray, fencing drills did not. Lysander wields a rapier in his main hand and a slim parrying dagger in the off, dancing through bouts with the airy confidence of a man who knows repartee in both senses of the word. His style favours feints, flourishes, and the occasional underhanded flick that polite dueling manuals never mention but streetwise tutors happily demonstrate. Colleagues insist he is “unable to look menacing,” which suits him fine; the grin he wears while disarming an opponent tends to finish the job.
Bladesmanship: Where magic lessons went astray, fencing drills did not. Lysander wields a rapier in his main hand and a slim parrying dagger in the off, dancing through bouts with the airy confidence of a man who knows repartee in both senses of the word. His style favours feints, flourishes, and the occasional underhanded flick that polite dueling manuals never mention but streetwise tutors happily demonstrate. Colleagues insist he is “unable to look menacing,” which suits him fine; the grin he wears while disarming an opponent tends to finish the job.
Personality
Positive traits: Forward, honest, charitable (at times), a lover of animals and art, reasonably easy to negotiate with, provided you possess something of interest. In short, mercantile.
Negative traits: vindictive, prone to anger, self absorbed, greedy, possessing of the "out of sight, out of mind" worldview, mildly racist.
Negative traits: vindictive, prone to anger, self absorbed, greedy, possessing of the "out of sight, out of mind" worldview, mildly racist.
Biography & Lore
Born in the top-floor nursery of the Valestri canal-house—an address so prestigious that maps of Elbion draw an extra flourish around it—Lysander Docatto Valestri is the only son of Signor Marius Valestri, current patriarch of one of the city’s storied Eleven merchant dynasties. Thanks to two considerably older sisters who treated him less like a sibling and more like a living doll, he spent his early childhood swaddled in silk samples and sugary praise. By the time he could walk he already believed doors opened themselves out of common courtesy, and by thirteen he was startled to discover that streets contained mud.
Private tutors followed, each keen to impress the family’s heirloom coffers. History masters taught him which treaties his ancestors brokered; accountants drilled him on the subtle art of “other people’s risk.” A series of patient magi attempted to channel his alarming surplus of mana into something safer than table-scorching fireworks. Progress was… incremental. One tutor famously resigned after Lysander transmuted her lesson-plan into confetti because it “looked dreary.” The resulting scandal forced his father to concede that boarding school might provide sturdier walls—quite literally—for the boy’s ambition.
Thus, at eighteen, Lysander now enters Elbion College as a first-year student, armed with impeccable lineage, a smattering of half-remembered spellcraft, and the unshakable conviction that the campus exists chiefly for his personal improvement (and entertainment).
Private tutors followed, each keen to impress the family’s heirloom coffers. History masters taught him which treaties his ancestors brokered; accountants drilled him on the subtle art of “other people’s risk.” A series of patient magi attempted to channel his alarming surplus of mana into something safer than table-scorching fireworks. Progress was… incremental. One tutor famously resigned after Lysander transmuted her lesson-plan into confetti because it “looked dreary.” The resulting scandal forced his father to concede that boarding school might provide sturdier walls—quite literally—for the boy’s ambition.
Thus, at eighteen, Lysander now enters Elbion College as a first-year student, armed with impeccable lineage, a smattering of half-remembered spellcraft, and the unshakable conviction that the campus exists chiefly for his personal improvement (and entertainment).
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