Lawful Neutral Good Human Male Rodolero Duelist 6, Noble Scion ?/Wizard?.
Skin: Medium Tan
Hair: Raven black in a shoulder blade length pony tail, with a short, well shaped beard.
Eyes: Azure, often literally luminous.
Style: He favors noble garb in black, highlighted with blue and gold. His jewelry favors gold and sapphire, with some copper. Accouterments:
--A mithral buckler, plated with copper.
--An adamantine Falcata with a flaming blade.
--Golden bracers of armor. Cohorts:
--Adrian Vaughn: His younger brother. Cleric of Adbar ?/Fighter (Crossbow Sniper) ?
--Mirim: His concubine, recently acquired in Thuvia. Sorceress ?/???
--Royce: His manservant. Fighter ?, Duelist ?/Rogue ?History:
As a child, Narcius was idealistic. He read the stories of heroes who improved the world through spell and steel, wisdom and sacrifice. He desired to emulate them, not only their strength, but how they improved the lives of those they aided.
Anastasia, his mother, encouraged his dreams and—more importantly—his idealism. Narcius was crushed when she died. He was only seven. Nurse came to him in tears, brigning him to where his mother lay in bloody sheets, cradling her newborn daughter. His great uncle, an aging priest of Adbar, was white as a sheet and whispering powerful prayers in an attempt to find one that would reverse the damage his niece suffered.
Other family members had arrived sooner, and Anastasia had already bid them fairwell. With a hand pale and shaking, she touched Narcius on the head and then brought his hand to the babe’s head. “Narcius, my little love, my knight. Please love and care for Zo.”
After Anastasia’s death, Origen drowned his sorrows in his studies. Part of this included begging Nacius’s apprenticeship in earnest. The boy did the same, drowning his sorrows in his studies, but he honored his mother’s wish and made time for Zo constantly.
Origen’s cold rationality and stern authority eventually came to chafe on the young man. His love for magic and swordplay kept him to his studies. His resolution to this conflict was to adopt a progressively more jaded outlook on life. By the time he came of age, Narcius could easily be mistaken for a simple dilettante duelist. He fell in with some roudy friends, caroused, brawled, and wenched. He didn’t let his friends see his love for the art, not only for learning and power, but also for crafting.
After an indiscretion with a younger daughter of a senatorial family, Narcius was firmly informed it was time for him to spend some time in the wide world, expanding his power.
None of his friends wished to travel with him. Fortunatly, Narcius was not alone. His manservant Royce—a skilled baud and duelist—was as good a friend as an employ could be.
At first their journey’s seemed to be an extension of the trouble they made at home. However, at a fencing salon in Andoran, Narcius was struck by a red haired beauty with a scimitar, who sang as she sparred, and who’se every move was a dance. He inquired of others present and discovered she was a Amika, a dawnflower dervish in the service of the forbidden goddess Saranrae.
Intrigued and aroused, Narcius determined to conquer her, first on the salon and then in the bed chamber.
It didn’t go at all according to plan.
An Andoran born free woman, Amika had a sort of arrogance all her own. She believed there was nothing she couldn’t do because of her sex and wouldn’t stand to be diminished for it. Devoutly religious and devoutly democratic, she and Narcius struck sparks off of each other as surely as did their enchanted blades on the sparring court. It didn’t take Narcius long to discover he couldn’t hold back against her, so he didn’t, and she loved him for it in spite of herself.
Their relationship was one of barbed witticisms and dramatic endearments at the best of times. More often, it involved fierce shouting matches and passionate lovemaking. They traveled together for a year, doing great deeds, and there was never a dull moment.
The real miracle of it all was that each learned from the other in spite of themselves. Before they parted amicably and went their separate ways, Narcius asked her to bear witness as he entrusted his soul to Saranrae as his patron deity. She awakened in him many idealistic dreams long forgotten, and gave him the strength to admit to admit to passions he’d kept hidden from the world for many years.
It was then that Narcius pursued the knowledge of his families most signature art; the crafting of animate objects.
Narcius continued much as before afterwards, but now instead of looking for idle trouble, he sought ways to better the lives of those he encountered. He sought for knowledge and experience. His watchword was more enlightened self interest than charity, but the affects were often the same.
Since inheriting his father’s title, Narcius has put a good deal of time into the crafting of a new animate carriage to ensure that he can make the trip quickly from his families lands, to their townhouse in the capitol, and too the senate, in style.