Marquis Leonel Inverno
We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.
Description: Leonel cut not the figure of one who'd grown complacent or lazy throughout the years of his privileged life, but of one that kept fit and active. His build was lean but deceptively so, hiding a chiseled physique and toned wealth of musculature behind whatever garment he chose to don on that particular day. His features were striking - handsome, or so he'd been told - with a warm pair of brown eyes, a strong jaw and just enough stubble adorning his face to have him appear rakish.
Personality: Of a personable sort, Leonel's lips were ever quick to curve and there was never a gravelly rumble of laughter far from his chest, nor was that mirth missing in his eyes. Intensely focused on whatever task lay ahead of him, the concept of quitting may indeed be a foreign one to him. The lively prince was a lover of varied topics, from academia to the martial pursuits, and whatever lay between. With his eyes ever on the horizon, he planned his steps far in advance and navigating treacherous road with due caution and instilled in him from such a young age to achieve his goals - whatever they might happen to be.
Background: In the wake of her first-born disappearing into the world abroad, Emma Velenosa had already begun to dig her nails into what had swiftly become the more treasured and lauded of her sons. Born either from wracking guilt of her mishandling and her error regarding Gaspar or perhaps simply out of a selfish desire to have at least one child that, in her eyes, succeeded how and where he was expected to, Leonel was coddled, spoiled, and cloistered away for what his mother discerned to be a proper upbringing. Much of his early life was spent under her enforced and gruelling regimen; long hours of tutelage with accomplished scholars, training with swordsmasters, and under his mother's own wing in the finer points of courtly conduct. She worked tirelessly to try and sharpen his mind beyond what dusty tomes could manage, and impart a measure of cunning and guile in him - to impart knowledge of secret, and whispered games that the Peerage play behind closed doors.
Despite thriving under the wing of a loving - albeit overbearing - mother, Leonel's life had been plagued by a simple question that burned in his mind; the whereabouts and circumstances of his elder brother's departure. Though he knew him little, and had been without him for more years than with, it was that nagging curiosity and desire to reconnect that brought him out into the world, beyond his high walls.
| Name | Summary |
| Caprice | A Velenosan Prince, come to visit kin. I do hope he extends his stay awhile, for entirely selfless reasons. |
| Fredrik | A confident prince. I am not surprised considering the fact he is Lycene. I look forward to see him in action. |
| Gaspar | My brother, long departed from me, has come back to the capital. We have many years to make up for and I'm thrilled to see the man he's become. People of Arx, beware. We will be a force. |
| Mabelle | Anyone who is willing to cooperate with me animating cake is a man after my own heart. |
| Miraj | A perfect gentleman that knows his wines well. (If found please return to the Velenosa Estate post haste). |
| Rylan | A man of strong emotions, which can be rare and should be treasured. Gracious, and generous with his words and his wine. |
| Yuri | Perhaps the most easy to speak with Royals I have ever met. Leonel is a rather enigmatic man and brother to my cousin by marriage. But his character was defined but how vehement he wished to throw himself into the fray; I was more than ready to hand him my sword. I hope to gain his trust, for I believe we can become fine friends. Here is to hoping so. |