Lord Dion Navegant
Did I tell you about that one time? It was a dark, lonely road...
Description: Tall, rugged and handsome with a confident bearing, he's the quintessential silver fox. A born troublemaker and heartbreaker aged to perfection with the rough edges of youth polished smooth by the slow abrasion of time and experience. His short tousled hair, once dark, is now more silver than not and his skin well tanned and weathered from a life spent outdoors. Despite his age, he retains a carefree and jovial air, with his whiskey brown eyes often dancing with mischief and his easy smiles flashed with little reserve.
(Dang, his pants are fancy.)
Personality: Adventure has always, always, called to Dion. It sings in his blood and whispers in his ears, but that adventure is not always of the body, and while he's both active and has always been, he's also got the ability to be studious. He's quick with a laugh and a joke, always has a story ready to tell, some even true, and an ear ready for any story that anyone else might have to share. Often it's hard to marry the idea of his age with his personality, as he lives life with the vibrancy of a man half his age.
Background: Born a Stonewood, Dion had adventure on the brain from a very early age. He was the oldest of his siblings, and should have had a better sense of responsibility but he was far more interested in what was over the next hill, hidden in those trees, or written in code in that book. So as soon as he was old enough he left home, and hasn't looked back since. Not because he didn't love his family, he did. But he wanted more than just staying at home, doing his duty.
It was during a trip through Arx on his way somewhere, from somewhere else, that he met Annika Navegant and swept her off her feet. Together they have roamed around the east, but alone he has ventured further across Arvum, delving into whatever he could find.
As age started to overtake him, he began to roam less and less, turning his attenion to collecting his own adventures in the pages of books, but also others. He'd read, write, and listen to the stories of those that can roam further than he can these days. Because of this, when his wife suggested they head to Arx he lept at the chance to return, and to take part in new adventures there.
|Aethan||Very nice pants.|
|Josephine||He was a man in need of pants. I'd quite forgotten. Very polite, and a man who seems to want to ensure that all kindness is repaid.|
|Merek||This man seems to be fishing well, and is a bit more quiet than some of the others I've met also!|
|Raimon||Seems one of those wise, grouchy old man types|
|Tescelina||A polite man, purchasing tea for his wife I believe. How lovely!|
|Vega||What a charming gentleman. Even in the middle of a competition and out on the ice, he was unflaggingly polite. I saw him releasing his fish back into the water, a sweet geature that endeared him to me instantly.|