Character Avatar: Drew Pare
Character Name: Fiacre Shahrizai (formerly no Mandrake)
Age: 47
Race: D'angeline
Country/Province: Kusheth/L'agnace
Rank: Aristocrat
Player: Janet
Appearance: Standing at 6'1, broad across the shoulders and well muscled, Fiacre can come across as an imposing figure, if it weren't for the light of amusement that is constantly in his sapphire blue eyes and the almost ever present smile on his lips. His skin is darker than most Shahrizai and he can grow a slight amount of body hair and stubble, which is indicative of the fact that his Shahrizai bloodline isn't quite as pure as some of his kin, but that being said, the way he carries himself, his blue-black hair and bright blue eyes, framed by long dark lashes, all mark him as Shahrizai born and bred.
Personality: Fiacre is a jovial person, a smile or a laugh never far from his lips. He goes through life with an ease that is the envy of many of his peers and normally his personality can not be farther from the dark and brooding nature that is normally associated with his extended family. However, true to the Shahrizai nature, he is not one to cross and, when roused, his temper is terrible to behold.
He holds and conducts himself with an air of calm assurance, a quiet dominance, if you will, which pervades everything he says and does, though his amusement is always genuine and never forced. He does not find joy or pleasure in humiliation or cruelty, but finds it in the press of sharp steel against soft skin, in the bite of the whip, in the spilling of blood - all these things are beautiful to him, a work of art and never an act of cruelty.
History: The youngest child of three, Fiacre was doted on by his parents, they loved and cherished their only son yet stopped short of spoiling him entirely. As he grew older, he developed a cheerful nature and yet could always get his own way with his siblings - a quiet word or a look from him would always work to subdue them, without him exerting too much energy.
When Fiacre was five, his mother was gardening and Fiacre was sitting quietly, watching her trim some flowers, when she slipped and cut herself quite badly. Fiacre's response shocked her, for he laughed, clapped his hands and asked her to do it again, seemingly unperturbed by the amount of blood that was pouring from her hand.
A wash, bandage and a week of discussion later, Fiacre found himself in the Dowayne's office at Mandrake and gazed into his eyes with no fear or trepidation. The Dowayne seemed to like what he saw and there Fiacre stayed and thrived. He learned and practised and made his Début, then slowly but surely made his Marque, happy and content with where his life was leading him. When he made his Marque, Fiacre stayed on a while at Mandrake and taught, as well as taking assignations, before leaving Mandrake to take up his father's title, his elder sisters having married out of the Shahrizai name. Now he divides his time between Elua and Kusheth, and enjoys life to the full.
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