Amedeo vyn Sedariscu

Amedeo vyn Sedariscu is a wayward Lord of Lordaeron, aligned by chance with the Sigilites after an intriguing encounter in the deep south of the Eastern Kingdoms. Presenting himself with a graceful and cordial demeanour, a smile never far from his lips; when he is playing the part, at least. Beneath this façade of Lordly grace, lies a calculating mind and a cutting tongue, his cunning having guided him on most of his endeavours.

## Appearance

Amedeo is, by all means, a relatively tall man. Of slightly above average height, often elevated beyond this to a genuinely imposing stature to some by a pair of heels, he presents himself with grace and pride. Pale complexion and noble features, his crimson eyes and black-white hair makes him a striking presence to most people. His hair is cut asymmetrically and in a "controlled chaos" style, with a short look from the front, only to reveal a long, thin tail at the back. His red eyes are often noted as being uncomfortably cold and distant, even when he is smiling.

He seems fond of contrasting clothes, favouring fine attire of blacks and whites, accented by red accessories. He is commonly seen with a white, ruffle-necked shirt, puffy sleeves, long, black gloves and tailored boots. Specific accessories he would never be seen without include; his pair of earrings, his necklace with the Symbol of the Holy Light as its pendant, and of course, his chain-laced handguard upon his right hand. All fingers upon his right hand have claw-like armour guarding them, and thin, shimmering chains coiling around his hand and hanging off of it like ribbons.

If travelling, he will be seen wearing a luxurious, heavy coat with fine fur-trimmings and elegant designs laid out along the material of the coat itself.

## History

Not much is commonly known of the Lord's earlier exploits, save for the fact that he was raised among the noble house of vyn Sedariscu. Born into the enchanting languor of luxury and bliss, life was easy for the Lord - nary a problem, worry or expectation put upon him as the youngest of a flock of six descendants.

The fall of the Northern Kingdoms left the family, and the Lord's life, in veritable disarray, as they were forced to flee their ancestral seat of Andorhal. Seeking the south, they returned to relative normality - but the stress had long-since touched Amedeo. The signature black mane of the vyn Sedariscu was no longer with him, not entirely, as he now bore strands of purest whites, streaks of that noble black staining his hair like ink. People know not whether his family took kindly to this change, but tales have been spun of the Lordling have grieved to the point of physical change for his homeland. Bits and pieces of his kindly resonance was planted among common folk; his sponsoring of an orphanage, how he deigned to join the issuing of medicine and healing to the destitute, and other martyr-like exploits. Whether this was done with the purest of intentions is yet to be known.

As of late, Amedeo finds himself adrift across the world by himself, having grown detached from his family over the years. He still bears the name, but he remains guarded in ways of divulging the secrets of his bloodline. As he drifts through the lands, he has come to a chase of intrigue and mystery, having looked into the sudden rise of the East Royal Company, and coincidentally, landing a transactional relationship with a Sigilite and other unforeseen allies.

## Personality

Amedeo's noble upbringing and keen intellect positions himself as a person comfortable in most social interactions. Be it leading conversations, negotiating trade deals or simple discussions of worldly- or philosophical natures, Amedeo does his utmost to present himself with proper decorum and a flowery vocabulary. Oftentimes, he will present himself as a kindly man, a smile on his lips and a genuine concern for those around him. He tends to display an almost overbearing level of humility in certain situations.

The truth may be a little different. He has showcased little issue in doing away with this seeming persona of his, transforming into a calculating and chilly individual, whose view upon others seems to be more akin to that of chess pieces: as long as they further the game, he will keep an eye on them with goodwill in mind. Manipulation comes easy to him, be it through honey-laced words or other means to get people to bend the knee and coil his little finger, he spared no time in planting enchantments of the mind upon several innocents to get them to do tasks as he saw fit.

Amedeo does seem to be particularly guarded around certain topics, not easily divulging the details of his magics or himself, even to those he deems allies - temporary or permanent. He is observant, and one may describe him as being "in his head" too much.

## Abilities

> *"Oh, please. I am but a simple sorcerer." "A simple, scary sorcerer."*
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Amedeo is first and foremost a sorcerer - his prodigal manipulation of the Arcane renders him a particularly intimidating force to witness. People have noted his magics as being unique and even downright scary. Capable of generally harnessing the ebb and flow of magic, Amedeo has delved into a certain specialty of Enchantments, rendering him capable of enchanting the very mind and body of sentient creatures. Working through a medium of a chain-laced handguard, he is able to attach spectral chains to people and embed them in their very core, thus allowing him more or less complete control over their actions, as long as the chains remains. He has also displayed a particular penchant for the prodding of the mind, having noted to have stolen the memories off of a recently dead person to better assume their identity, even managing to crystallise knowledge in gems of Arcane.

He is not wont to perform ostentatious displays of magic, blending into the background as best as he can, literally and figuratively pulling the strings from behind the foreground.