Isarmont Sorel

The Sentinel. The Pillar. The Keeper. The Coward.

Isarmont Sorel
Gender	Male
Race	Elezen
Clan	Duskwight
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Nameday	7th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, age 33
Height	7 fulms, 4 ilms
Weight	215 ponze
Marital Status	Engaged
Sexual Orientation	Bisexual
Theme Song	Youtube Link

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Appearance

Height lends no favors to the Duskwight, Isarmont Sorel. Being of a tall race to begin with, the Twelve thought it humorous to tack on a few extra ilms, as though They wanted to see how long it would take for the tree of a man to start ducking under low hanging eaves or door frames. "Yarzon Legs", as he has called himself on more than one occasion, stands at a "meager" seven fulms & four ilms. Isarmont stands even a few good ilms over other Elezen, almost capable of touching noses with some Roegadyn, and it makes for blending into a crowd all the more difficult. His build is a surprise to many, deceptive, as upon first glance he looks fairly lanky and twiggy with limbs being too long. However, under whatever finely tailored piece of clothing he may be wearing lies a rather honed, solid man. A swimmer's build, some call it, with a muscle structure that is carved to show that he does much more than just stand around and look 'pretty'. Few scars and scrapes adorn his body, but nothing unusual is of note. His hands are almost always gloved and, when they are not, every long digit and nail is tended to. More often than not there are scuffs and bruises along his knuckles, thus the need for gloves to hide the damage.

Isarmont, as though his height did little to help hide, stands out more than just by the length of his legs. He is, for lack of a better term, strikingly handsome. The Elezen's countenance is chiseled out of a light, dusky pallid skin. His facial structure is exceptionally sharp, both his high, gaunt cheekbones and his strong, set jaw. He would look sickly, gravely ill, if he were to drop a few ponze. His eyes are narrow, just slightly upturned at the outside apex. A pair of cool, grey-blue pupils rest within, and a small amount of smudgy, smoky kohl ring his lids, more of an appearance of seeming unwell. Many a time, Isarmont can be seen squinting, especially when he is wanting to identify something in the distance, courtesy of his rather moderate nearsightedness. No facial hair is seen, as he is very meticulous about being clean shaven at all times. He takes extreme care in his skin care regiment, and the fruits of his labor are seen by the lack of wrinkles or blemishes.

An equally as sharp nose rests in the middle of his face, with the most minute of imperfections, a bend (to the right) of the bridge before straightening back out. This is courtesy of a swift jab that just happened to connect, resulting in a broken snout, Gods love the poor soul. His nostrils, a tiny upward turn, giving him the expression of something smelling foul, especially if he makes a sour face. His lips are thin, perpetually set into a straight line, however this does not hide the almost feminine curve and quality of them. To complete the package, he almost always wears an expression of complete and utter disinterest. Any sort of emotion he ever happens to show is bland, bored, giving the impression of either not fully invested in what happenings are around him or that he lives in a constant state of daydreaming. "Are you even listening?" some have asked.

Jutting out from both sides of his skull are a pair of long ears, with the appearance of the Twelve having pulled on the tips to craft them in an exaggerated fashion. They are satellites that, if one were just speculating, amplify a Duskwight's already sensitive hearing. Gracing the long ears are a handful of decorative ear piercings. In the lobe, his first set, which always adorn some intricate piece of jewelry, more often than not a gaudy chandelier earring of sorts. Traveling up his lobes are another set of piercings, these housing diminutive hooped rings in each. Past that, the last piercing he owns is marked by yet another small hoop, on his right forward helix, close to the base of his ear.

And to top off the tall Elezen, is a head of thick, long, dark brown hair. It is naturally straight, lacking any wave, and pulled back into a twisted bun. From the base of his left ear, at the temple, a thick, two ilm wide braid begins, the hair wound back until it is tucked away inside the twisted tail. It's composition looks hastily done, as some sprigs of hair are sticking out of the bun, and at times a long strand or two falling from the nape of his neck over a shoulder. A few bangs hang loose around his face after having fallen free from the trappings. The messy care seems to be intentional, purposefully making him look windswept.

Personality

Upon first meeting, Isarmont has the personality of a brown paper bag that has gotten soggy. His expressions are one speed, and that is apparent boredom. Many a time he is caught simply staring at whoever is speaking to him, and he usually seems to be zoned out during this time. When he does strike up a conversation, his responses are usually flat and monotone, lacking any real spark. However, if said person decides to stay around longer than the first few seconds of ear bleeding pain and the recipient of the wonderful encounter pays attention, a new Isarmont begins to emerge. Interest and intrigue begins to take shape, as he is always listening and learning. Deadpan snark starts mixing in, which to most outsiders could be taken as seriousness. On more than one occasion he has had to follow up a statement with a swift "I'm joking", as some of his sarcasm has easily been taken as fact.

Isarmont is a distrusting, introverted sort who spends a good majority of his time holed away in his cave. When the stars align and when he has reason, the Duskwight emerges and becomes a solid member of any order, group, or society. Most all he meets and begins to form any bond with he keeps at arm's length, not offering to let anyone close. He will ask and probe questions, wanting to get to know and have a better understanding of any new friendships or partnerships he forms; yet he is hesitant to divulge any information about himself. This leads to others trusting him before he ever trusts them.

History

Isarmont's history is shrouded in secrecy; and not because it is a terribly horrendous past where heinous crimes were commited, but rather because he refuses to delve deeply in discussion of the matter. He keeps his past closely guarded, very rarely bringing up anything about it, abiding by the belief that the past does not make him who he is.

His present and future will be paved each day.

Tendencies

Likes

• Cookies, cakes, and desserts of all sorts, namely upside down pineapple ponze cake
• His chocobo, Arvenois
• Nice clothes, fashion, jewelry
• Beautiful (in his opinion) people
• Making sure his hair is well groomed

Dislikes

• Blistering sun
• Being uninformed
• Soiled clothing
• Bodies of water, especially if he cannot see the bottom; he does not know how to swim

Talents

• Hand-to-hand combat
• Skilled chocobo riding
• A dark talent, and one not spoken of frequently, thievery

Other

• Arvenois has an extreme fear of Amalj'aa due to an unfortunate misunderstanding
• Arvenois now has an extreme fear of Ixal
• A good majority of the time Isarmont smells markedly of sweet vanilla, cocoa, and buttercream

Relationships

LEGEND

♥ Family – ♥ Involved – ♥ Romantic – ♥ Platonic – ♥ Physical – ♦ Friend – ★ Acquaintance – $ Business – ✝ Deceased – ✔ Positive – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral

Family

• ♥✝✖ Cartier Sorel, father, deceased from natural causes
• ♥✝✔Noelle Aleviaux-Sorel, mother, deceased from natural causes
• ♥✖ Ila Sorel, sister, estranged
• ✖ Remilline Raitmeaux, ex-'wife', estranged
• ♥✝✔Isabelle Sorel, daughter, assumed deceased from natural causes
• ● Laileone Raitmeaux, ex-'sister-in-law', minimal contact

Friends/Acquaintances/Enemies

• Cam'nahl Zarasten ♥♥♥:
• Solenne Lagarde: ♥♦✔
• Mithril Wings: $✔
• Adeya Evenar: $✔
• Synn Heolstor: $●
• Michaux Vidal: ♦✔
• Alfeaux Jeulerand: ♦✔
• Konalie Soucieux: ♦✔
• Mik'hal Zarasten: ★✔
• Viotteaux Pairair: ♦✔
• Idristan Agache: ✖
• Faedan Ashran: ♦✔

Rumors

Common Rumors

• "Didn't 'e 'ave a song sung 'bout 'im? Somethin' like th' Gridanian Dream 'r some shit."
• "Yeah, he was the Second Sword for the Adamantium Order, Hadhos Raythan's right hand man. No, this was a few moons back. He was never around to take care of the administrative duties. He was good... When he was there."
• "Oh, right! I used to see him out on the lawn of the Gilded Oasis early in the morning. He's really tall, isn't he? He would always be stretching and bending and twisting like one of those pretzels. Maybe he's a dancer? I don't think so... He looks strong enough, I guess. Ha! Do you remember those flyers for the Minstrel's Ballad a while back? Yeah, that was him on it, drawn out dressed in drag."

Moderate Rumors

• "Doesn't he have a thing for Miqo'te?" "I think he has a thing for anyone who catches his eye... He doesn't admit it, though. I've never heard him say anything of the sort, but you know it's true."
• "I don't think anyone really knows anything about him. He tends to just come and go as he pleases, slipping through town like a ghost. There are times when he'll be away for moons on end, then you'll see him again for a time, like he isn't beholden to anything in this world. He's pleasant enough when I've spoke with him."

Rare Rumors

• "I heard he left his wife. Or was it the other way around... His wife left him? Oh, I don't know, something about him not satisfying her or something. Or maybe it was about their daughter. I think she's dead? No, I don't know if that's true."

PC Rumors

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• "Isarmont Sorel is one of the finest people I've ever known. Although we are not of the same clan, nor alike in station or background, I have come to respect and trust him as I have few others. It would be... more convenient if he were a Wildwood of high rank. The rumors about us would be fewer, or at least less vicious. But I have found that the best things in life are rarely obtained without a struggle." - Solenne Lagarde
• "Although there is still much about the man that I do not know, Isarmont surprised me in more ways than one with the amount of courtesy shown to me despite both myself being a foreigner, and new to the Mythril Wings alike. The man is quite rightly someone I would be glad to have at my side to fight with (and spar against). Perhaps one day he may open up more to me and the world surrounding him, but I am pleased thusfar to have at least made one friend that I believe I can trust." - Konalie Soucieux

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OOC Information

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