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"For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings."
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| − | <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"> | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"> Eight years kept away from home – but close enough to taste it. Camp Dragonstone was a hell for a man like Valeaux de Rillemont, the scion of a once-great House, stripped of rank, title, and wealth by scandal those eight years ago. Eight long years. |
| − | + | Eight years too many. As he looked upon the Arc of the Worthy from the saddle of his chocobo, the handsome young knight smiled; an almost wolfish smile, with white teeth flashing in the late afternoon sun. That smile promised vengeance and much more. It was more than past time for his return. | |
| − | + | He had finally found the means to do it. He’d made friends – powerful friends. They’d elected him to lead. Speaker of the Council of Coerthas was his new title, a Council of Lords that was formed by a document he envisioned. The Accords of St. Reinette, done in the sight of Halone, and for the future of Ishgard. | |
| − | + | His father would be proud. And he would have forgiven him. | |
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Eight years kept away from home – but close enough to taste it. Camp Dragonstone was a hell for a man like Valeaux de Rillemont, the scion of a once-great House, stripped of rank, title, and wealth by scandal those eight years ago. Eight long years.
Eight years too many. As he looked upon the Arc of the Worthy from the saddle of his chocobo, the handsome young knight smiled; an almost wolfish smile, with white teeth flashing in the late afternoon sun. That smile promised vengeance and much more. It was more than past time for his return. He had finally found the means to do it. He’d made friends – powerful friends. They’d elected him to lead. Speaker of the Council of Coerthas was his new title, a Council of Lords that was formed by a document he envisioned. The Accords of St. Reinette, done in the sight of Halone, and for the future of Ishgard. His father would be proud. And he would have forgiven him. /div>
Standing at just above average height for an Elezen, Val isn't someone that is easily picked out of a crowd. The Elezen is possessed of hair the color of spun gold, emerald eyes, and pale skin.
Aspects That Stand Out:
Val is, above all else, an optimist. Rain or shine, he'll have a smile for most people and a kind word. He possesses the gravitas, magnetism, and charisma expected of a leader.
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