Benevolent Triarch Foley

Benevolent Triarch Foley Daldorean

"I apologize Minister Gregor, but my decision is final" his smirk crawled across the powdered face, "your parish is forfeit." The Benevolent Triarch stood to his feet, waiving the minister away from the table. His eyes locked on the pitcher of wine. He poured himself a glass, savoring the silence in the room. It was almost time for his meeting with the other members of the Triarchy.
He sat, facing the sculpture of the exploding sun. A single chair next to him. No one showed up to sit there, no one ever did. It was always Foley, alone, in a room, with Big bronze statue of a sun, the only consistent member of the Triarchy. "Well, just you and me again, I see."

Species

Humans

Eyes

Murky brown

Hair

Short cropped black hair.

Height

5'11"