King Cylas Robarthe



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General Appearance: The paintings on the walls held a handsome, wild looking, young man in their frames. Laughing green eyes and aristocratic features paired with a defiant, crooked smile set to charm the world. Oh, how things had changed. Brown hair faded and streaked with white, green eyes went dull, features slacked, greyed and wrinkled. Strong body weakened and grew paunchy, yet, at the same time oddly gaunt. Hollow. Typically drunk, the man rarely smiled, or did much more than shout for his servant, or his advisor or as some joked; his "nursemaid". He'd shut himself away in his chambers for years now, and few had seen what the King of Singarth had become. Nobody needed to know. Nobody needed to see. Until now. Now, there was an old man who, like many men who lived to that ripe old age, wandered the city with little more than a name and an ear for stories. He said his name was "Cylas" and he always seemed to disappear when the guard made an arrival. He was hiding something, but he had coin to spare.

Personality: Once upon a time, he was a smiling, cheerful lech who typically got away with anything for his good looks, quick wit and humor. These days, he's a tired old man with a lot of past mistakes haunting him. Literally, as well as figuratively. It's evident. He seeks escape, these days, more than ever. He's painfully aware that these are his twilight years.