Isandor Shadowhaven

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Public knowledge

Mystery surrounds the two travelers who claim to hail from a distant Duskwight enclave known as "Shadowhaven." Isandor and his sister Isondre have arrived in Eorzea to make an impact, for good or ill. Despite their tendency to be outspoken in their disdain for city life -- and many of the cities' occupants -- they have garnered something of a reputation as mercenaries.

Isandor is not precisely secretive of his disdain for people he sees as his inferior. Conversely, he seems to take an interest in anyone of nobility (or anyone even claiming to be nobly-born). He does not like to be touched, and may have cleanliness issues. He seems inseparable from his sister Isondre; they shadow one another constantly, though perceptive people will note she seems to guard him more often then he guards her.


Appearance and Demeanor

Isandor is extremely tall, even for an Elezen, and to those accustomed to the look of the sun-loving Wildwoods, his appearance is unearthly and even unsettling. His skin is a light charcoal gray, his hair white as snow. He is long-limbed and lithe, and carries himself with the grace and dignity of a well-born and nobly raised Elezen. His sharply arched eyebrows give the impression of perpetual disdain, which isn't too far from the truth; to call him "haughty" is underselling it. His eyes are a light lavender hue; only Isandor could take a color like that and make it seem cold. He takes an openly arrogant pride in his Elezen heritage, and regards the term "Duskwight" as an insulting epithet. He seems to prefer the word "Gray Elezen" as a descriptor, though "True Elezen" is much closer to the mark.

Isandor is skilled with the lance, halberd, spear, and bardiche -- any hand-to-hand weapon that allows him to use his physical strength and quickness while still maintaining a healthy distance, essentially. Isandor wears paper-thin black mail sleeves under his clothes to help gird his arms and shoulders, which, in contrast to his outside garments, appears to be extremely valuable; on the cuff of one sleeve is a gilded stylized falcon hewn of silver. His only seeming interest -- aside from gaining power and prestige in Eorzea -- is food and drink; he enjoys trying new foods and wines, and rumor persists that his chilly facade may well be breached by offering him something he's never tasted before.


Other Rumors:

If you would like to add information or rumors about Isandor from the perspective of a resident of Eorzea, this space is for you:

  • "That skinny Elezen just put away an entire almond hen. What does he have, a hollow leg?" -- Anonymous cook at the Quicksand.
Deeper truths


Is there more to this story? Some wonder if the strange visitors are all they claim to be.


For those who possess a deeper knowledge of the Duskwight Elezen:


Highlight beneath to reveal secrets your character would know:


  • If your character has some knowledge of Elezen culture:

Secret:
Most Elezen seem not to care that their ancestors once ruled Eorzea without challenge, or that their people have since lost the influence they once had. Surely some of the Elezen houses of old do not share this nonchalance. Surely some, even now, seek to take back what once was theirs.


  • If your character has studied the 'classics' of ancient Elezen civilization, or had ancient Elezen bedtime stories read to them:
Secret:
The names Isandor and Isondre appear as the names of bygone royalty in Shen Lunaire Toi'vre, one of the oldest surviving Elezen texts.


  • Your character has extensive knowledge of ancient Elezen heraldry:

Secret:
The falcon crest was once associated with one of the royal houses in ancient Elezen society, namely the great and noble House Peregrine.


  • Your character knows everything there is to know about Duskwight Elezen, and then some:
Secret:
There is no Duskwight settlement called "Shadowhaven." That, too, is a literary reference to a mythical Elezen stronghold held deep within the earth, taken from the obscure ancient poem Aielle Dathre Poirét, or To Return To My Love.
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