Synopsis
Ancient and Cunning
Description
Like the birch-filled forest of his lands, Thomas Blanchard is fashionably pale in all ways. His hair is so gold it is nearly white, and his skin is like milky porcelain. His eyes, however, are an unnerving, bestial yellow-orange, heavily-lidded yet gleaming with cunning. His smile is unsettling, more like a predator's snarl than a warm, genuine expression... perhaps it is because the gesture does not reach his cold, conceited gaze.
The Lord of Whitewood is always immaculately dressed, in crisp, flawless garments hand-made by only the most skilled and tasteful tailors. Although some like to spread the rumor that he never wears the same thing twice, it is only the proficient hands of his seamstress that makes each suit look like a new ensemble. He favors rich blues and reds, as well as the occasional flashy gold embroidery.
Thomas, while not a giant, is a tall man who moves with the eerie grace of one of noble birth. Every stride is a step in a dance, every gesture unfurling his gloved hands like petals. He moves with the fluidity of an acrobat and the ease of a diplomat, although his speed extends beyond the supernatural.
Personality
Only the driest sarcasm suits the Lord of Whitewood. He seems almost too serious at times, unless one knows just when he is being mocking, for neither his voice nor face give away any of his mood. While he speaks in melodic tones, they are less indicative of his temper and more a way for him to soothe his listener into a false sense of security.
Those who do not know the man call him cold, cruel, and heartless. Those who think they know him consider him shrewd, thoughtful, and well-informed. Only his footman, a friendly youth named Charles, seems to know the man with any sort of intimacy, and he swears to the moon and back of Thom's warm heart and good intentions. It would be unwise to bring such ideas up to the Lord himself, of course, for he prides himself on his distance and his wisdom of the ages.
In truth, he has lived many long years now, and has gone through three generations of Charleses. His distant demeanor only speaks of his unwillingness to be open to others who will fade away long before he does. Even his friends of great longevity (a local viscount; a gypsy woman from the south; a peasant from the village) are received with reserved cordiality, although they, too, are blessed and cursed as he is.
Equipment / Abilities
- Eternal life and youth
- Celerity - superhuman speeed
- Obfuscate - masking/hiding
- Dominate - power of suggestion
- Majesty - overwhelming presence
- Protean - transformation into mist
- Hypnagogia ad insomnium - can walk in the dreams of others
In addition to these pointers, he is a titled Lord with great land and wealth, a small standing army, and a grand estate with even grander defenses.
History
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