Lord Karadoc Saik
Knowledge is not enough. It never is. It's the capacity to do something with that knowledge. To do it perfectly. Absolute timing. With devastating consequences.
Description: Karadoc does not mind being known as the man who made shabby chic a 'thing' in the Lyceum those seven summers ago. When you haven't two coppers to rub together, draping oneself in an old sheet ought not to be considered the latest fashion trend - yet it happened. When the craze ended a week later, Karadoc realized he didn't exactly care. He cheerfully refers to his tastes as eclectic, others derisively refer to him as that 'weird guy who dresses like a beggar.'
He possesses a handsome face, and though it seems more suited to the sombre, thoughtful expressions most often seen carved in marble, Karadoc is rarely without smug grin. Dark brown hair is left long...ish, and loose. Tousled by the wind, or something. By far his most arresting feature are his eyes: a piercing blue that, in some incalculable way, can transform what seemed like a condescending smirk into something earnest and genuine.
Personality: Karadoc is a laid back, easy-going, and extremely likeable man. Few, if any, have ever seen him roused to anger, let alone annoyance. In fact, this care free attitude most often tends to engender annoyance in other people who seem to think he should experience emotions as they do.
Like his parents, these people will oft find themselves disappointed.
Background: Karadoc was *that* son. The prodigy, the bright rising star. There was nothing his proud parents could not put before him that Karadoc could not grasp. Logic, history, arithmetic, religion, law - all of it - seen, appraised, and grasped with an aptitude that was stunning. The future was bright for Karadoc Saik.
To this day, his parents remain frustrated and baffled by their son's sudden drop off the proverbial cliff. At some point after returning from Southport and the two year training regimen there, Karadoc simply ceased to care...about anything. His invitation to attend to prestigious academy in Tor? Ignored. The various offers coming from Southport, those martial and intellectual? Declined. And, to this very day, his mother still cannot talk about the potential marriage contract used to catch cat vomit without flying into an apoplectic rage.
He eventually left home one misty morning, disappearing for a few years before returning suddenly. During that time, Karadoc has less and little to say, though it is widely assumed amongst the family he lived as a half-starved vagrant. Nor did he remain home for long! Almost as soon as he settled in, his uncle the Baron, died. Then, but a few short months later, his cousin the Baron, died. Finally, his cousin the Baroness, summoned him to Arx. To the surprise of all, Karadoc accepted.