Helo

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Early Evening
Location: Caesonia Castle Ball Room
Interactions: Lady Charlotte@Princess, Shehzadi Layla@Potter
Mentions: Lady Thea@Tae, Prince Felix@Mole


Leo only gave a slight nod to Thea as she spoke of their mother, he didn’t discuss such things around prying ears, but his mother really ought to know better than to try and control Thea with such a strong hand. He waved and smiled as Thea left to disobey their mother, and Leo could see no harm in enjoying wine at the ball tonight. He paid no mind to her request to tell Prince Felix she had died, a strange joke he chalked up to some cold feet regarding the pair’s arrangement. Leo had paid some rather unsavory men to search for any sort of dirt on the young prince shortly after his mother had spoken of the arrangement. Nothing had been found. Felix, by all accounts, was a good and kind man, someone whose station could only improve Thea’s life, and found this to be one of his mother’s few discussions he found no fault with.

The intricate display by the Alidashti royals continued, Thea even clapping alone as the glorious tiger roared. This only made him smile with pride as many in the court looked at the tiger with fear, his sister only saw the great beast with wonder. Truly a brave and remarkable woman, it would likely be Prince Felix who would be kept on his toes. Soon his sister’s lone clapping was joined by Felix’s, quickly followed by many from Varian, including Leo, to show how marvelous the introduction to the Alidashti was. All clapping, and most conversation, stopped abruptly at the entrance of Duke Lorenzo.

Leo supposed he should be thankful for the presence of Duke Lorenzo, his absolute display of buffoonery ensured no one would have to worry about making a fool themselves now. It would now be tough for anyone to compete with the level of scandal and embarrassment that man had just put forth. In Leo’s mind, Duke Lorenzo was a perfect example of why the noble class must steer clear of those beneath them. He lacked both the bloodline and upbringing that were necessary to conduct oneself in these situations, and would only ever continue to embarrass the house he’d married into. This also happened to be one of the opinions he held that was known only by those within his own family. Despite his low opinion of Duke Lorenzo, he held only the highest respect for Lady Charlotte.

Now it appeared Charlotte was placed in a position where she would again suffer the brunt of repercussions for her guardian's mistakes. Lottie had been a dear friend of both he and Thea’s, caught up in her own family's tragedy in recent years, and was now thrown to the wolves that lurked in court without any elder siblings or even her true family to look out for her. If the fates had been crueler to his own house he would hope someone would watch over Thea, and so Leo intended to look out for Lottie as well, no one should face these wolves alone.

But buried beneath such chivalrous ideas was the interior motive, as Lottie’s proximity to the Alidashti royals provided an opportunity for an introduction. He approached with little hesitation, armed only with a charming smile amongst uneasy guards with their hands near bladed weapons. Fortune favors the bold after all, and all he’d seen of the Alidashti made him think they held a similar sentiment.

Leo presented the very same bow that was Alidashti custom; arms crossed at the wrist, thumbs facing the floor, and bowing his head low to the foreign royals. He had spent the days before practicing in front of a mirror, ensuring that his movements would be flawless and second nature. It would not do to disrespect a people known for their grace to approach them with awkward movements and flawed signs of respect.

“Your majesty, royal highness, and esteemed royal serpent, peace be upon you. Tales of your magnificence wane in comparison to the visions before me. It is an honor to be in your presence.” He spoke, addressing both the Sultan and his daughter who had a charming snake wrapped around her. He was careful to not let his eyes linger too long on any one of them.

“I must say never before have I seen such unparalleled beauty and power displayed with impeccable grace, a shame the servants have over-polished the floor. It is difficult to find competent help.” He added with a smile towards Shehzadi Layla. An attempt to worm the idea in that it was more the servant's fault than anything.

“Lady Charlotte, delighted to see you in court once more, I hope you have time this evening for an old friend.” He continued, offering a modest bow to Charlotte as well.

“Leo Smithwood, Heir of Stravy.” He added, introducing himself to the Shehzadi. And now he had cemented his place, as among the first to greet these royals, a bold introduction and far less embarrassing than Caesonian’s Duke had done. Even if they chose to dismiss his presence he hoped he had been memorable.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Yuka@princess, Aiko@CitrusArms, Xavier@Potter, Captian Verencia@Funnyguy
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 107 amas

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Orias studied the posture and movements of Captain Verencia, the winged man was visibly displeased with the four of them. The elf only listened as the other man spoke, his face neutral, thinking over the words. He did his best to match the other man’s posture, to look more the part of an ambassador, holding his head high, keeping his eyes fixed on the captain without a glance towards the Avians that circled above or any acknowledgment as the landed behind the captain. Orias made the effort to seem dignified and not appear intimidated, to give weight to his earlier claim. This wasn’t exactly helped by Yuka who began tickling Xavier. Aiko at least seemed composed.

He nodded as Yuka insisted they would turn over their weapons, focused on readying a reply to the captain but unsure of how to word it. Orais struggled to find a tone of authority to speak from, and the mere thought of doing so filled him with a sense of dread. The thought of being without steel, only his failing magic, as protection compounded that dread. There was so much uncertainty, and the images of those executed by dark elf hands replayed through his mind. All he could think of was how this situation would have been handled so much better by the late General Joxalim. The elven general would have known exactly how to speak with this captain, know the best approach to diplomacy, would have already had a plan in action to rid Roshmi of the dark elves.

And what did Orias know? How to make a situation worse, how to hide from any shred of responsibility or duty? How to disappear and watch from the shadows as others died in his place. A liar and coward would gain no respect from a man like Captain Verencia. He had to offer truth, that was what the Avian had wanted. Before he had a chance to speak the entire situation took a drastic change.

Orias heard the deafening crack before he noticed what was going on with Xavier. Saw the tendrils of silvery lightning returning to Xavier’s body just as his head snapped to the side to look at the man. The rest of his thought dissipated as he looked at the confused and terrified face of what Orias now knew to be a human. And the human had just unleashed a powerful display of magic in front of the Skyguard Captain of Avain City who already looked at them with suspicion.

“Calm yourself and see to Yuka.” He spoke to Xavier with an even tone, trusting the man to do as he said. As he spoke he quickly unfastened the sword at his side, removed the bow and quiver from his back, and dropped them to the ground. They could not afford to have the Avians think this was an act of aggression, so Orias returned his full attention to them.

“The fashion designer, as you call her, along with the vulpine, are among the few in Roshmi with the courage to stand against tyrants. These two have left their home, risked their lives to provide safety to strangers. And I, I am Prince Orias Biren of the radiant Sun Elf Kingdom, asking for aid, for a meeting with your leaders. If any of you have a health potion handy, it would be appreciated. The boy is untrained in his powers.” Orias spoke with eyes locked on Captain Verencia, his tone laden with gravitas, but lacking aggression, trying not to provoke them further. No lies or half-truths, this was what the captain had wanted, he could only hope it would be enough. He said nothing of Xavier being a human, if the Avians were smart they’d have figured that out too, but he wouldn’t risk speaking such a thing out in the open.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Rue@Potter, Eris and “Valerie”(Raven)@Tae, Annya@princess,
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (a bit less than an ounce), rolling papers, and 191 amas.

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Bowyn listened as Annya spoke, his expression stern but engaged. Was this really the entirety of the elves' plan? Have a nice little beach vacation, then train a handful of humans, and just hope the rest of Avalia joined up. As if that could be enough? It didn’t inspire any flicker of hope in Bowyn, he wasn’t sure he expected it to, doubted there was anything in Avalia that could. Not anymore. Roshmi had already been lost. Dark elves on both sides of the continent, they’d just work their way inward until nowhere was safe. And when had anywhere been safe? Maybe before dark elves, but never since. Even worse, worse than relying on something as intangible as hope, the elf wanted to talk peace, change the violent dispositions, of dark elves. As if monsters could be tamed, could ever be something that wouldn’t maim and slaughter those they came across. Bowyn knew better, and it had been a mistake to think that even a light elf could see that truth.

The rest of what Annya said, talk of controlling emotions and meditation was lost on him. All his mind could do was spiral down worst-case scenarios. Foolish light elves who thought they could change the nature of evil, putting all this wasted effort into peace talks and diplomacy, as if dark elves would listen, as if they contained any empathy in that void he’d seen behind dark elf eyes. Then every part of Avalia would be controlled by the Twin-Headed Dragon, and how long would it be before they reached his village? Before his home was overrun by creatures that relished in torture. An entire village of people whose very nature was to be kind and they would be left to suffer just as he had. That sort of evil wouldn’t spare any creature in Avalia, no matter how kind or good, until even people like Rue, would suffer.

“You think dark elves are ever going to back down? Listen to talks of peace, that evil, pure evil, can ever be reasonable? Did not watch their little show? A dwarven prince. A fairy prince. A demihuman prince. Slaughtered. So many innocent people who had no claim of royalty, not worth broadcasting, have been slaughtered. For years. Or maybe you’re willing to forgive all that because no one from your family was slaughtered the other night. Peace will come once every last dark elf has been sent to Aklenroth. Believe me when I tell you that these creatures have no shred of anything good in them and I would rather die than let that threat linger so that others will have to one day pick up this burden once more. That is how I feel.” Bowyn spoke his piece with quiet anger, his voice even lower than usual because his words held experiences almost too painful to voice. Because how do you explain what it is to look into the face of evil, to watch a creature that kills for the fun of it, that finds joy in torture, and to feel that same evil infect you? What words even existed to explain such murky things when even after he tried it sounded so hollow to his own ears?

“Every day I live in fear that that evil will make it to my home, to my people, and winter fae are not built for such horror, no decent creature is.” Bowyn’s next words were spoken in a shaky whisper, offered more to the breeze than any member of the group. He paused, pulling the anger back out of his words because he knew he could not just rage at Annya the way he had with Arn. Annya was one of the few that held true influence on how this would all play out, and Bowyn could not afford to have that bridge burnt to ash. He could not be banished from the conversation, from playing a part in this fight.

“And I am sorry for ruining the mood here. I am especially sorry for the humans who have been forced into this. Into a world and a war that is not their own but now, this might be the only chance to fix something that has been wrong here for so long. We must not rely on hope, or expect anything decent from this enemy. Because it will be innocent, unimportant people, who will suffer anytime we fail.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Leo’s fingers scratched at the now smooth skin of his freshly shaven face as he studied his reflection in a mirror. The growth from his last adventure was now gone, his thoughts were occupied with wondering if a full shave had been a mistake. He found his face now looked too youthful, boyish even. He tried to picture himself with a grand set of side whiskers or a dignified mustache, wondering what would be most becoming for a future Duke. It was far too late to debut such a look for tonight’s ball, so such thoughts would have to be revisited. He did not want to be late for tonight's occasion.

Returning to court had been something he’d thought over with even more consideration than what sort of facial hair would be most fashionable. Since his father's disappearance, he had spent his time looking for any escape from dwelling on grief. Most recently had scaled a grand mountain in the frozen north, but even when his body reached absolute physical exhaustion his mind stayed consumed by Duke Feralt’s mysterious disappearance. It was upon the snow-drenched peak of the mountain, gazing upon one of the most beautiful sights his eyes had ever beheld, that he realized there was that would distract his mind from this grief.

So back to court in Caesonia, it was. A place filled with secrets ready to be uncovered. If there were answers to be gleaned this would be the place for it. Then word had reached his ears that for the very first time Alidasht would be in attendance, and so his fate was sealed. Leo would simply never miss his chance to be among the first to greet those from such a mysterious and exotic land. His thoughts were all finely focused on making the best possible impression; a good scrubbing to remove months of time in the wilderness, a trip to the barber, and a fine new suit for the occasion. He wore a dark shirt, dark gray trousers, new shoes, a red and gold embroidered vest, and a dark velvet coat with shiny gold buttons and embellishments on the sleeves that echoed his vest. He tipped his matching top hat at his reflection before heading off to the palace. Being late, after all, was far from the impression he wanted to make.

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He entered shortly after his mother, Dutchess Alice, and her, well whatever his mother’s mistress was these days, but Leo would be damned before he ever referred Valerie as a Dutchess. The pure joy that rolled off the pair as they danced was nauseating. Not because his mother had chosen a lesser as a companion, not even because his mother had chosen another woman, but the fact that she had chosen anyone at all and flaunted it in front of the entire court made him sick. His father had barely been gone a year, there were no assurances he was even dead, and it made such a display a slap in the face. Leo still grieved his father. Thea, no matter the brave face she wore or the lengths she went to in order to hide it, grieved too. All while his own mother couldn’t even be bothered to fake an ounce of grief for her own husband.

Thankfully before the anger and disgust could reach his face, the grand spectacle that was the entrance of the Alidasti began. A breathtaking procession of exotic flowers and animals proceeded the Sultan and his family as they made their way into the ballroom. Everything about them enthralled and enchanted, the show of wealth and power, the seemingly effortless confidence, and, of course, the beauty of these strangers. Then there was the most magnificent creature he’d ever seen, a massive dark and sleek cat who let out a roar that shook him to the core. Hope ol’ Lorenzo has not brought the ferret tonight. He thought because what now stood in the royal ballroom was clearly a beast who had perfected the art of the hunt.

Despite the burning curiosity, now was not the time to approach the foreign royals. Even as the son of a duke they outranked him by miles and Leo would show them no signs of disrespect. So he made his rounds around the room, bowing to those he ought to and exchanging pleasantries. For Leo servants were basically invisible until he wanted something and eventually he sent one to bring him a glass of wine. The feasting tables were currently far too crowded with lesser nobles, including a fellow who appeared to have put no effort into taming a horrendous cowlick atop his golden hair. He had no intention of being seen around that bunch and, glass in hand, he set off to find someone interesting to talk or dance with.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro@Infinite Cosmos, Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess, and a rival ship and her crew @FunnyGuy
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.

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Nym prepared to fire the cannon just as he saw seven riflemen take up positions to fire upon the crew of The Harem. He ducked down, taking covering against the side of the ship just as the shots rang out. He took a deep breath as the briny air now mixed with the scents of gunpowder and blood, not just the enemies, but from some of his own crew as well. The sea herself then came to The Harem’s defense, a mighty wave struck the enemy and only reinforced his own belief that the sea really did love him as one of her own children. Nym didn’t waste any time to stop and take stock of whatever damage the gunshots might’ve done to the others, firing the cannon as Captain Lizzie shouted the order, then covering his ears as Tigerlily shouted an order of her own. The boom of cannons blasted forth just as Tigerlily let out her scream, a combination of sonic power, cannonball, and shrapnel was sent forth towards their enemy.

The bits of metal the cannon spat out would be enough to do damage to flesh and sail but would at least leave the enemy vessel intact. Nym hadn’t chosen this fight, Barboda had, it wasn’t necessary but since they were already in it he would be damned if he was going to risk life and limb and see nothing in return. The enemy had guns, supplies, and at least a few over there who had to have at least a few jewels and he hated to see a single piece of that possible loot go to waste if it could be helped. As far as the crew of The Harem went, all but Tigerlily were basically strangers to him, and if the siren was screaming she was still breathing, so he kept his focus on the enemy and if anyone was wounded they could tend to themselves. There had been a couple of demihumans looking ready to board The Harem a few minutes ago, so Nym drew his cutlass and prepared to greet them.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza
Interactions: Slick@FunnyGuy, Aurora@Mole, Champ the hourse
Equipment: The clothes on his back and a pouch of amas.

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Leaf found himself trapped between the two elves and feeling like a child caught between two squabbling parents. Slick wanted to gamble, Aurora didn’t want the group to separate. Leaf thought they both made sense and didn’t want to pick a side, but luckily Aurora was pretty crafty and quickly swung Slick to her side. Then he felt more like a third wheel as the two were basically flirting and-

Wait. Holy Shit. Were Slick and the other two, not elves? HUMANS? Leaf just sort of stood there for a moment, mouth ajar, as his mind ran circles piecing everything together. Before he had a chance to say a thing Slick was already back to fast-talking.

And speaking of Slick the little pixie’s goal of setting the man up with Sophie wasn’t going well because Slick was so wrapped in Aurora’s words that Slick even let the woman call him fragile. Leaf doubted many folks got away with something like that. So just like that swimming was decided as the group activity. Leaf still had no plans to dunk himself in a big pool of water so he shrugged and took the reigns of Champ the horse without complaint. He wasn’t about to stand in the way of romance between the human and elf by whining or playing the third wheel to some swimsuit shopping trip. Slick and Aurora went one way and Leaf headed off to attempt to bond with a horse.

Hold on. Slick probably wasn’t even a real bounty hunter! Leaf realized long after he and the cowboy had parted ways. He was starting to catch on as to why the man was called Slick.

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Time: Morning
Location: Avian City
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms, Xavier@Potter, Captian Verencia@Funnyguy
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 107 amas

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For a brief moment Orias starred at Yuka with a puzzled expression, then as he got the full picture of what she suggested, an army of birdwomen with ‘large bazooms’ distracting the dark elves, he chuckled. In a surprising stroke of good fortune just after they had discussed finding allies here a birdman approached, a Captian at that. While he was not someone high up enough to make a true alliance with he certainly could lead them to someone who was. Orias studied the man that introduced himself as Captian Verencia and asked them to hand over their weapons. Both Yuka and Xavier were quick to speak, Yuka being flirtatious and agreeable, while Xavier refused the request. He gave a nod of approval to Xavier, he didn’t like the idea of being disarmed any more than the other man did. He had no intention of allowing himself to be disarmed.

“Captian you have my word we will show no, unprovoked, aggression here. As representatives of the Sun Elf Kingdom, in a time of war, I hope you’ll respect our right, and need, to a means of defense, these are dangerous times after all. We had hopes of discussing an alliance between our kind,” he gestured to himself and Xavier, “And yours. The Sun Elf Kingdom would like to see Roshmi City sovereign again, and I’m sure you do not want these vermin beneath your door.” Orias spoke and as he did he moved forward, keeping his hands away from his sword, and addressing the Captain directly.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Lord Leo Smithwood

Try-Eddie Vedder

Leo Feralt Smithwood | 23 | Male

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Appearance

Height:
6’

Weight:
190 lbs

Eye Color:
Muted green

Hair Length/Texture:
Short/curly

Hair Color:
Red

Skin Color:
Fair complexion with a light tan

Facial details:
Faint freckles around his nose and cheeks.

Distinguishing features:
Many are quick to note how similar he looks to his father, a fact that Leo takes pride in.

Clothing Preferences:
Leo follows the trends of fashion, appearances matter greatly in noble court, and when dressed up he likes to ensure pops of some bright colors to ensure he noticed. He has a fine pocket watch that had once been his father's that he often carries with him as well.

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Psychology

Likes

-Nature
- Competition
- Thrill Seeking
- Games of chance and skill
- New experiance

Dislikes

- Boredom
- Losing
- Poor table manners
- Poor conversation
- The poor

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Hobbies:

-Hunting
-Socializing
-Travel
-Games of Chance and Skill
-Mountaineering

Life Goals/Dreams:
Leo would like to see as much of Eromora as possible, especially the exotic kingdom of Alidasht, a land he’s yet to set foot in. He’d also like to leave his mark on history, lead a remarkable life and a lasting legacy. Right now though, he dreams of finding out what happened to his father.

Fears:
Ending up in a marriage similar to his parents, one of constant contention and misery. That responsibility will one day hold him back from enjoying life and lead him into a life of stagnation and monotony.

Personality:
On the surface Leo appears fairly shallow, he places a great deal of emphasis on wealth, status, and appearances. How others perceive not only him, but his family, matters greatly. He plays his cards close to the chest, likes collecting secrets and strategically reveals those secrets to make his time in court a bit more interesting. He likes to stir up trouble, likes for life to be entertaining, and loathes boredom. He is mindful of what he says around those higher up than he, knowing the importance of having powerful allies. Around others, he is very much extroverted, while also appreciating time alone to recharge. When it comes to commoners, servants, and those he views as beneath him, Leo is generally not one to give them the time of day.

Beneath the surface, Leo cares deeply for those close to him. Though his temper is generally mild, hearing a bad word spoken about his family or a close friend is a sure way to set him off. He lacks patience, tends to be impulsive, and has an adventurous spirit. Leo holds himself with confidence, many would also say arrogance, and he rarely lets fear or nerves hold him back from anything he wants. Ambition drives him, he strives to prove his worth, seeking out friendships, and one day even a marriage, which will better his house and social standing. He is competitive, just as headstrong as his parents, and highly opinionated. A thrill-seeker with a neverending thirst for new experience and adventure.

Background

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Current occupation:
Heir of Stravy

Any past occupations?:
None

Relatives:
Father-Duke Feralt Smithwood
Mother-Dutchess Alice Smithwood
Sister-Lady Thea Smithwood

Skills:
Hunting, tracking, good with animals, endurance, charisma

History Summary:
Leo grew up wealthy and privileged in a house of constant turmoil. The only thing his parents could seem to agree on was their mutual disdain for one another. This was a constant source of stress for young Leo and he often took comfort in spending his time exploring the outdoors or with his many pets. He was always that child that just couldn’t keep still, he needed something to do, some new place to explore. He grayed the hair of just about every tutor and teacher he had and lessons in anything that didn’t interest him were often pushed to the side for something that did. He loved being outside, climbing trees, exploring his surroundings. Leo was drawn to activities like fencing, archery, and hunting, easily bored by lessons in mathematics or literature. History only interested him when they learned of warfare and battle, or to hear of far-off lands so very different from his home.

It was his father who noticed his love of the outdoors and who, when he had the time, took his son hunting. Leo always got along better with his father, idolized him, and tended to take his side during his parent's frequent arguments. His father was often busy, doing what a young Leo could only assume was important Duke work, serving king and country, work that simply had to be great and important. He never had a strong connection with his mother, maybe there were just too many headstrong types in one house, but inside his home was always a place of conflict and the outdoors were happy and peaceful.

When he was older all he wanted to do was get away, travel as much as he could, climb mountains and explore cities far from home, see the sunrise in as many new places he could find. A new horizon always offered more excitement, more possibilities. He always knew a time would come where he’d be saddled with too many responsibilities, just as he saw his father was, and he wanted to enjoy life for as long as possible. Finding out his father had gone missing was a devastating blow, and then to have his mother almost immediately go and shack up with some former servant only salted the wound. He had a void in his life, an endless string of unanswered questions, and he was alone in his grief and confusion.

Additional History-Leo gets a sister

When little Leo first found out he was getting a sibling he always assumed he was going to have a brother, and truth be told when he learned his parents had gone and had a girl he was a bit disappointed. At first. But the first time he held his baby sister and his father told him that he now had a very important job, of being a big brother, of looking out for his sister, he was thrilled. He’d never had any responsibilities before, and now he was trusted to help lookout for a whole person. Eventually, after what felt like forever, the tiny baby turned into a person and he finally had a sibling to play with, to go on adventures with, and life in the Smithwood household was a lot less lonely.

Leo never minded his sister tagging along with him, and when his parent’s constant arguments became too much he was always happy to find distractions for them both; things like hunting, horseback riding, climbing trees, or contests to see who could find the best rock. Despite his mother’s instance that many of their adventures weren’t suitable for a young lady, Leo never listened. He was always of the opinion that acting stiff and proper was all well and good for when they were at court or in the public eye, but the enjoyment of the natural world and the beauty it held was meant for anyone brave enough to seek it out.

After their father’s disappearance, Thea certainly seemed to change, but she remains one of the few people Leo doesn’t judge. Everyone grieves differently, youth is the time to figure out who you are, a little partying never hurt anyone; no matter the alleged antics of his dear sister, Leo always finds a way to excuse the behavior. At the end of the day, the first job his father ever trusted him with, to look out for his sister, remains his most important one.

Q & A

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?

“It was a mixed bag, but I never wanted for anything really. My parents always fought, and, I realize my father was not an easy man to get along with, maybe not even a good man, but he was a good father. My mother, she's a bit of a perfectionist and I am far from perfect, but I wouldn't call her nurturing or neglectful.”

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
“The forest, nothing more peaceful than to be alone with the world and all its wonders.”

What were you like in your teenage years?
“Rowdy. Let’s just say I got into my fair share of trouble.”

How close are you to your parents?
“Decent relationship with my father, we went hunting, he gave me advice when I needed it, but I wouldn’t call us close. I only speak with my mother when necessary, but when I must I do my best to keep a civil tongue. She is still my mother after all.”

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
“The loss of my father, after so much time I can only assume the worst, but it’s the not knowing, the unanswered questions, that haunts me. What happened? Did he suffer? Is he alive? And just between us, did my own mother have a hand in it? She certainly didn’t grieve much, in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happier. Wasted little time in shacking up with some servant girl. Can’t help but wonder.”

What advice would you give your younger self?
“Doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t listen.”

Were you an obedient child or defiant?
“Defiant, no quicker way to get me to do something than to tell me I can’t.”

What is your biggest regret?
“Mostly I don’t believe in regrets, but sometimes I wish I had a better, closer, relationship with parents. Both them. Maybe it would answer a few questions.”

Romance

Have you ever been in love?
“No, certainly not in the way poets describe it.”

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.
“Someone I share common ground with, a friend. I think that matters more than love, or desire, a home should be a sanctuary, a place of peace. Can’t have that with someone you can’t stand.”

How do you display affection? What is your love language?
“Physically, or with gifts I guess. I’m no poet.”

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?
“My very first kiss was at a ball my parents threw, a quick peck, and I believe the girl was a distant cousin. Nothing special. Now my first real kiss came later, and I guess the best word is awkward. Just a pair of kids who didn’t know what to do with our hands, or tongues, until our mothers found us and gave us both a scolding.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?
“Certainly not, that’s lust, infatuation, and a bit more exciting than love if you ask me.”

What does marriage mean to you?
“It’s practical, to have two houses unite for power, wealth, status, and to bring about the next generation of nobles. Important, for society, a fine way for two families to better each other. Noble’s don’t marry for love, we have affairs for that.”

Are you currently crushing on anyone?
TBD

Do you ever consider having children in the future?
“Of course, how else would I continue my legacy, my name, my father’s name?”

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
“Up before dawn, watching the sunrise somewhere new, maybe on a mountain top, or in the forest just before setting off for a boar hunt. Something like that.”

What kind of person do you aspire to be?
“Great. A man that history remembers, who leaves a legacy behind.”

What bad habits do you have?
“Several, where to start, my mouth gets me in trouble, my eyes get me in trouble, and despite that, I still go looking for more trouble. Got this habit of stirring people up, watching the drama, guess it makes me feel a bit at home. Chalk that one up to my childhood.”

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?
“I’d be sure to be around the day my father disappeared.”

What is your greatest fear?
“A dull life of mediocrity for one, but worst of all to end up being the sort that marries a version of their mother. No thank you.”

What are your pet peeves?
“Anyone who chews food the way cattle do cud. And those without ambition, boring folk, and having to talk them.”

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?
“Alone.”

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?
“The latter is more civil, but a good fistfight is so much more fun. Guess it’s a draw.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Heir of Stravy

Try-Eddie Vedder

Leo Feralt Smithwood | 23 | Male

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Appearance

Height:
6’

Weight:
190 lbs

Eye Color:
Muted green

Hair Length/Texture:
Short/curly

Hair Color:
Red

Skin Color:
Fair complexion with a light tan

Facial details:
Faint freckles around his nose and cheeks.

Distinguishing features:
Many are quick to note how similar he looks to his father, a fact that Leo takes pride in.

Clothing Preferences:
Leo follows the trends of fashion, appearances matter greatly in noble court, and when dressed up he likes to ensure pops of some bright colors to ensure he noticed. He has a fine pocketwatch that had once been his fathers that he often carries with him as well.

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Psychology

Likes

-Nature
- Competition
- Thrill Seeking
- Games of chance and skill
- New experiance

Dislikes

- Boredom
- Losing
- Poor table manners
- Poor conversation
- The poor

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Hobbies:

-Hunting
-Socializing
-Travel
-Games of Chance and Skill
-Mountaineering

Life Goals/Dreams:
Leo would like to see as much of Eromora as possible, especially the exotic kingdom of Alidasht, a land he’s yet to set foot in. He’d also like to leave his mark on history, lead a remarkable life and a lasting legacy. Right now though, he dreams of finding out what happened to his father.

Fears:
Ending up in a marriage similar to his parents, one of constant contention and misery. That responsibility will one day hold him back from enjoying life and lead him into a life of stagnation and monotony.

Personality:
On the surface Leo appears fairly shallow, he places a great deal of emphasis on wealth, status, and appearances. How others perceive not only him, but his family, matters greatly. He plays his cards close to the chest, likes collecting secrets and revealing those secrets in a strategic manner to make his time in court a bit more interesting. He likes to stir up trouble, likes for life to be entertaining, and absolutely loathes boredom. He is mindful of what he says around those higher up than he, knowing the importance of having powerful allies. Around others, he is very much extroverted, while also appreciating time alone to recharge. When it comes to commoners, servants, and those he views as beneath him, Leo is generally not one to give them the time of day.

Beneath the surface, Leo cares deeply for those close to him. Though his temper is generally mild, hearing a bad word spoken about his family or a close friend is a sure way to set him off. He lacks patience, tends to be impulsive, and has an adventurous spirit. Leo holds himself with confidence, many would also say arrogance, and he rarely lets fear or nerves hold him back from anything he wants. Ambition drives him, he strives to prove his worth, seeking out friendships, and one day even a marriage, which will better his house and social standing. He is competitive, just as headstrong as his own parents, and highly opinionated. A thrill-seeker with a neverending thirst for new experience and adventure.

Background

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Current occupation:
Heir of Stravy

Any past occupations?:
None

Relatives:
Father-Duke Feralt Smithwood
Mother-Dutchess Alice Smithwood

Skills:
Hunting, tracking, good with animals, endurance, charisma

History Summary:
Leo grew up wealthy and privileged in a house of constant turmoil. The only thing his parents could seem to agree on was their mutual disdain for one another. This was a constant source of stress for young Leo and he often took comfort in spending his time exploring the outdoors or with his many pets. He was always that child that just couldn’t keep still, he needed something to do, some new place to explore. He grayed the hair of just about every tutor and teacher he had and lessons in anything that didn’t interest him were often pushed to the side for something that did. He loved being outside, climbing trees, exploring his surroundings. Leo was drawn to activities like fencing, archery, and hunting, easily bored by lessons in mathematics or literature. History only interested him when they learned of warfare and battle, or to hear of far-off lands so very different from his home.

It was his father who noticed his love of the outdoors and who, when he had the time, took his son hunting. Leo always got along better with his father, idolized him, and tended to take his side during his parent's frequent arguments. His father was often busy, doing what a young Leo could only assume was important Duke work, serving king and country, work that simply had to be great and important. He never had a strong connection with his mother, maybe there were just too many headstrong types in one house, but inside his home was always a place of conflict and the outdoors were happy and peaceful.

When he was older all he wanted to do was get away, travel as much as he could, climb mountains and explore cities far from home, see the sunrise in as many new places he could find. A new horizon always offered more excitement, more possibilities. He always knew a time would come where he’d be saddled with too many responsibilities, just as he saw his father was, and he wanted to enjoy life for as long as possible. Finding out his father had gone missing was a devastating blow, and then to have his mother almost immediately go and shack up with some former servant only salted the wound. He had a void in his life, an endless string of unanswered questions, and he was alone in his grief and confusion.

Roses and Daggers - Romance

Interested

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor-Plaza
Interactions: Slick@FunnyGuy, Aurora@Mole, Sophie@princess, Caelen@Alivefalling,
Equipment: The clothes on his back and a pouch of amas.

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Leaf nodded in agreement as Slick not only spoke highly of the Myriamor mix but went on to add that everything here was tasty. The young cat beamed with pride and his tail swished with excitement to hear Slick speak highly of Myriamor. Leaf held a deep love for the city he called home, it held few flaws, and when compared to anywhere else he’d been Myraimor bested all of them. Sophie and Caelen also seemed to be enjoying the city as well, and Leaf chuckled at Caelen’s slip up. If Alette was still intent on playing matchmaker the little pixie would have a lot more work to do.

“No offense to the elven kingdom but Myriamor is Avalia’s hidden gem, every day spent here is truly a special occasion and reason to celebrate. But if swimming and drinking aren’t your thing then I must also recommend the markets here, stocked with just about anything you can imagine, from shiny trinkets to the rarest of spices. Or The Grand Domed Greenhouse, a botanical wonder, not only a sight to behold but a delight for all the senses. After our friends have cooled off in the swimming hole, of course.” Leaf agreed that it was best not to split up the group too much but offered some suggestions he thought might appeal to the more reserved elf, Aurora.