Social Rank: 8
Concept: Right hand man of the worst sort
Fealty: Velenosa
Family: None
Gender: male
Marital Status: married
Age: 27
Birthday: 10/1
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Steward
Height: tall
Hair Color: blond
Eye Color: blue
Skintone: fair

Description: Blond hair, blue eyes, more than a little scruffiness--Des is the kind of charming that you just know is a bad idea. He's tall, and terribly good-looking, and well-built and tanned in that commoner's way; but the clothes... They say money.

Personality: A charmingly asshole-ish exterior laid over an interior coldness, Des manages to skate through life with few, if any, real attachments. He shrugs off people's attempts to get beneath his surface, and there's more than a few people who think he'd knife his own mother if you paid him enough. They might be on to something, but House Pravus isn't telling. Des certainly knows how to live well, though: a true appreciator of all the finest things in life.

Background: If you want to be more than a nobody, you've gotta have a fancy title or a skill. Fortunately, Desmond, formerly of the streets of the city, hits the latter of those requirements, and he's made a small position for himself as a sort-of steward to Lord Sebastian Pravus. Specifically, Desmond started out running the dog kennels for his lord's house, training a pack of beasts for hunting, fighting, and bodyguarding. It's the latter that first threw him together with Sebastian, perhaps--the young Lord isn't held in well regard in a number of courts--but whatever the reason, they've stuck ever since. While his master cuts a swath through the higher echelons of society, Des is excellent at navigating the lower realms: a right hand man, of the very worst sort.