Renzo D'Agosta

Biographical information

Birthplace Allir Reach Born Died Age 24 Home Traveling Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 1.82m Mass 74 kilos Hair color Black Eye color Hazel Skin color Caucasian

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Adventurer Clan(s) Caste Domain Swashbucklin' Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Tattersail Created on Avatar Lorenzo Mastroianni

Renzo D'Agosta is a tall and lean man. Not overly muscular, build for speed rather than brute force. Few if any scars mar his appearance. This in itself suggests a thing or two about his proclivities. He often can be found wearing stylish attire, the latest fashion, and has a thing for flashy hats with a feather. Maybe two, when feeling particularly adventurous.

Usually Renzo is grinning, smiling, smirking or otherwise twisting his facial expressions to a tune of bemusement. As if he knows just a little bit more than you. Until he gets punched in the face, anyway. Actually he's a 'grinner through the pain' as well. Very annoying. He doesn't so much as walk as he strides. A side-effect of being born to a noble family.

It's almost as if he thinks he owns the place he is walking through.

Fencing and dancing. Renzo is equally well-versed in both. If you ask him about it, he will say it's basically two sides of the same coin. If you can't handle your footwork in either? You will fall on your face. As the heir to a small barony in the Reach Renzo was educated in all the usual fares. From reading to numbers to socializing- he knows how to handle himself well. Not a barbarian, this one.

Furthermore, many of his nights were spend gallivanting through dark streets and alleys. Rubbing elbows with characters of bad repute. So sure, he might be well-off, but he can reasonably pass as a bad reputer himself. In a pinch even. He's fast, but not as strong as most. This can sometimes put him in awkward situations. Usually this is solved by running really fast.

He's even better at that.

Mischievous, stubborn, prone to bouts of rebellion. Renzo was never much to his father's liking. Oh, he was good at the academics, but even better at dodging responsibility. On the day that his dear father would finally send him to a military academy (to properly iron out his bad habits) Renzo fled. Well, less fleeing and more casually walking out with his sword, a few suits and horse, without saying anything.

That will probably give you some more hints on his personality.

He figures he will explore the world for a few years. Let his father calm down. Maybe after some time has passed he will see reason.