Often times in this world you run across a gentleman. A true gentleman that is and not one who wears the attire but does not carry the attitude. Many elves these days bare chips on their shoulders, as many should with their past, however Lyoniel is quite special in that he does appear quite jovial and happy most of the time--as a gentleman should.
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| - Often times in this world you run across a gentleman. A true gentleman that is and not one who wears the attire but does not carry the attitude. Many elves these days bare chips on their shoulders, as many should with their past, however Lyoniel is quite special in that he does appear quite jovial and happy most of the time--as a gentleman should.
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| - Master Conjuror of the Kirin Tor, Ex-Warmage of the Silvermoon 74th Regiment, Former Magister of the Spire, Captain of the Amaranthine, and Archmage of the Kirin Tor
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| - "Oh, I don't think I'll ever tell."
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| - Often times in this world you run across a gentleman. A true gentleman that is and not one who wears the attire but does not carry the attitude. Many elves these days bare chips on their shoulders, as many should with their past, however Lyoniel is quite special in that he does appear quite jovial and happy most of the time--as a gentleman should. He was a contradiction, many do say, in there was a level of roguishness that hung about him with the fresh scent of the sea yet the manner in which he carried himself and spoke was quite the opposite. It was in his clothing, too. He wore, usually, loose swashbucklers shirts with a fine coat over top and a red sash that hugged his mid-section. Across his waist a belt which let rest a scimitar that bared the light touch of enchanted magic...if you were looking close enough, that is. His hair was smooth and finely kept, yet shimmered on occasion with the tinge of a frost shield, and spent most of its time hanging off his shoulder in a dashing fashion. There was, however, a curious thing about this mage. As one might look to his handsome face they would immediately notice the flaring set of chromatic eyes he held. They waved with all manner of colors, misting or flaming out from his head at any given time. There was a deep seeded power to them but it was near impossible to tell if this was a power to be respected or feared.
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