Solvaire Travanchet
 Solvaire Travanchet
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 "Stand with me, or stand beneath me." | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Elezen |
| Clan | Unknown |
| Citizenship | Ishgard |
| Age | (36) |
| Guardian | (Halone) |
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Character
♦ General
Solvaire Travanchet, the golden child of his house, was the first born of his name. Praised for such, the Lord was raised in such a lavish upbringing his strong attitude is adjusted to his role as the next heir to the Travanchet legacy. Blessed with Ishgardian confidence, and a certain way with words, he grew into political excellence with strong approval from the local circles his family had embedded themselves within.
♦ Appearance
Naturally, as any born beneath the name of Travanchet, Solvaire was graced with looks that were rather easy upon the eyes. Inky black hair coupled with soft strands of gray sat atop of his head in a perfectly kept swoop, cut low in a fashion that wouldn't conflict with the various helmets he wore whilst maintaining a fine amount of style. Coupled with his lanky figure, strong shoulders, and gleaming teeth sat beneath his lips, the Lord was often sought after for court in his younger years of Ishgard.
♦ Behaviour
Despite his looks Solvaire holds quite the venomous bite beneath that gracious smile of his, the blatant amount of distaste he holds for any other race than his own becoming remarkably evident within minutes of contact with the Lord. And yet, even still, the Lord still found time to hold a rather pleasant demeanor to both family and friends alike, his radiant behavior shining only within the snowy confines of Ishgard; such a pair of sharp emotions making him quite the difficult fellow to follow as far as emotions are concerned.
Combat
In his youngest years, Solvaire was often teased for being 'born with a lance in hand', as his ability to handle and twirl the weapon appeared immaculate compared to his peers at the time. Forging himself into a Dragoon proved advantageous to the House, and with such the Lordling continued with the study until he perfected the art to his physical limit.
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Rumours
- ■ "Solvaire? A calm fellow within this cobble, but beware of his bite whilst without his home within reach!" -Gleeful Ishgardian merchant.
- ■ "Rude bastard, that one is! Ran me down in plain sight, he did! I've never met someone with such nerve." -Disgruntled Ul'dah citizen, freshly run down.
- ■ "Come close, hm? I've heard many an awful thing about the Lord of Travanchet, but murdering the Lord of Roulmet in combat fair? It is written in no tomes of history around these parts, but have /you/ heard of House Roulmet before? Me either." -Hushed Noblewoman of Ishgard, seemingly eager to gossip.
- ■ "Despite his roots, I've seen the man drink and fuck just like those he is so distasteful of. It seems as if the Lord has a few guilty pleasures beneath that golden armor of his."
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