Welcome back! This Rp I got for you today ins't, unfortunately, a continuation of the previous one. However, this is an introduction of my character at a Tournament. How someone in the crowd might see him so to speak. Hope you like it.
A Humble Shadow
In a strikingly subdued manner a young man crowned with dark blond hair moved about the various parties and toastings. Accepting the drinks that are offered and displaying measured modesty as he does so. His entourage is virtually non existent. Seemingly preferring to go about these affairs absent attendants. In as much as the young noble tries to present himself as inconsequential there is a lingering air that refuses to remove itself from his demeanor.
His chin raised in just that way, the quiet calm of his pose as he observes. The ease with which a quiet smile is effortlessly conjured upon his lips. From a distance, he seems to accept his chosen role. Content to listen yet undaunted by the splendor. At times, it seems as it is entirely immaterial to him. The gilded gold of the fairground structures. The actors and the theater. Bowls and tables filled with magnificent foods, their scents wafting the stuff of dreams to the commoners beyond the lists.
Prominently worked into the patterns on his doublet a golden, rampant lion could be seen. Judging by the color-scheme and the heraldic animal, it would fit the Royal Houses of both JeVondair and Renodin. Something that the young man hasn't voiced and neither seems inclined to bring up. In either those he exchanges words with or about himself.
