Arylon Family/Fisc

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Fisc Arylon after a major battle. Painting the work of Matrim Gannon

Vital Information

  • Age: 18
  • Height: 6'4"
  • Weight: Roughly 230 lbs
  • Eye Color: Green
  • Hair: Brown, Short
  • Class: Knight
  • Honour: 33
  • Prestige: 14
  • Continent: South-East Island
  • Realm: Toren

Personality

Fisc has long been in his brother Taran's shadow. Growing up, Fisc was often viewed as the less intelligent of the twins, more interested in fighting, sports and other physical activities, while his brother was busy reading and learning art, philosophy, politics and history.

As they grew into adulthood, however - it became apparent that Fisc was his own man. He had grown up with a chip on his shoulder - with something to prove. This proved to be positive motivation for him. He not only grew up physically bigger and stronger than Taran, but he also devoted his mental energy to learning military tactics. By the time he was 17, he was considered a brilliant strategist, and deadly troop leader.

Fisc is equally as brilliant as Taran, simply in different disciplines. He is a military mastermind, and takes great pride in his ability to assess and plan combat. Despite his heavy intellect, Fisc is a much more socially quiet individual - believing that his words will carry more weight if he speaks only when it is deemed useful. This stands in contrast to several military leaders who believe that volume is more important than quality.

That is not to say he is shy or unwilling to speak up - he has been known on more than one occassion to hold even those above him to account for things he sees as being ineffecient or wrong, though he is always careful to be diplomatic in that respect and not cause too much controversy with his words.

Fisc is a man of subtleties. At a pub, he tends to be the man quietly drinking at a table in the corner, smoking a pipe and looking around the room, evaluating everyone he sees. He can go un-noticed whenever he wishes, and while other troop leaders are drawing too much attention to themselves, Fisc is smiling in the corner - confident in his ways.

He is also quite adept at the clandestine arts. Fisc values the gathering of key intelligence in all respects, for proper intelligence leads to better decision making, foreknowledge of coming problems, and generally staying ahead of the curve in all respects. Because of this, it would not be uncommon for Fisc to disapear and infiltrate an organization just to gain a greater understanding of the political underpinnings currently facing him, and effectively use that information to prosecute his conflicts with deadly efficiency.

Fisc shares an extremely cavalier view of life with Taran, believing as he does that life can only truly be lived if one lives in the moment, and attempts to extract as much from each moment as possible. But, unlike the excesses it has caused in his brothers life, for Fisc this attitude has caused him to simply take a great number of risks, prosecute his beliefs without a second thought, and take pleasure in much of mundane details of life others take for granted - such as the sweet smell of the air on a crisp autumn day, the bitter bite of a dark brew, or the soft touch of a woman.

Fisc truly appreciates life.

History

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