Lysander Nenuial
Virtuoso. Lysander Nenuial (a.k.a. The Vocal Prince)
Born in Harrowdale Lysander always wanted to make a name for himself and had a resounding pation for history and art. When a traveling band of bards visited his home town he leapt at the opportunity to become a full fledged bard. His parents refused him to take on an apprenticeship so when the time came for the band to leave he slipped out of town and followed the bards after 2 days he revealed himself and without saying where he had come from asked for an apprenticeship. After much talk they agreed on the condition he send a letter to his parents telling them where he had gone. He stayed with the band for three years after which deciding to further his studies and attend a collage after some encouragement from the lead bard. He applied to New Olamn a collage in Waterdeep he thrived in the rigorous environment and became one of the top students eventually graduating and starting his career as a certified bard. He became quite popular and well known around the sword coast and enjoyed the freedom of travel, loving to explore and see new places with his thirst for knowledge he became fluent in Dwarvish, Gnomish and Sylvan. He still however lacked one thing that he wanted more than anything fame and honour he wanted to be a renown poet and bard known for writing an epic saga that wasnt just made up.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Tall, bronze
Facial Features
brown grey eyes, clear complexion
Identifying Characteristics
Handsome and youthful
Physical quirks
When nervous he plays an imaginary instrument
Special abilities
Can make many people like him through his charm and wit.
Apparel & Accessories
Has a light green robe with tailored tall collar with golden patterns. A necklace from an admirer green with gold patterns with small rubies and diamonds.
Mental characteristics
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
Male
Education
Collage of lord bard from New Olamn (Waterdeep)
Employment
Travelling Bard
Accomplishments & Achievements
Graduate of New Olamn
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
His goal is to become an amazing well known and respected bard who writes a thrilling saga.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Intellectual and quick witted. Can be very self focused at times.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes good music and courageous people. Dislikes cowards and liars.
Virtues & Personality perks
Tries to never lie to a person even someone that he dislikes.
Is given free food and board at any tavern so long as he plays good music.
Vices & Personality flaws
Can be quite self interested and can lack empathy.
Personality Quirks
Strums an invisible viol when anxious or bored
Hygiene
Very clean an polite. But doesn't mind travelling on the road as he sees a kind of charm to living simply.
Social
Religious Views
Follower of Selune and Corellon Larethian.
Social Aptitude
Very confident and charismatic
Speech
Eloquent and well spoken.
Wealth & Financial state
Middle class
Proud and ambitious half elf who will do anything to make a name for himself.
Character Location
Alignment
Lawful good
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Virtuoso
Age
29
Date of Birth
1462 DR
Birthplace
Harrowdale
Children
Current Residence
The Sword Coast
Gender
Male
Eyes
brown, grey
Hair
brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned gold
Height
6.3ft
Weight
63kg
Quotes & Catchphrases
A song can mend a broken heart, inspire a weary soul, and even sway the fiercest of foes; for words, when woven with melody, hold the power to change the world.
Common, Elvish, Sylvan, Gnomish, Dwarvish.
An unexpected surprise outside Neverwinter.
I was able to hitch a ride with the adventurers I had met on the road. We soon came to the gates of Neverwinter when suddenly, the ranks of guards part, with their movements precise and respectful, as a figure emerged from within the city. Flanking him closely was a small halfling, his own armour not quite as grand as the crimson and white regalia of the man but still impeccably neat. The halfling’s quick, purposeful steps easily kept pace with the taller man, glancing about with a cheerful yet calculating demeanour. His stern face suggested both a competence but also maybe a hint of mischief.
The guards straightened further as the pair passed, some even offering subtle nods of respect. It was clear they know of this man and his friend. The crimson-cloaked man raised a hand in greeting as he approached the small hill near our wagon.
“Well met my dearest of traveler's,” he called out, his tone deep and resonant yet inviting. His bright eyes settle upon us but his expression softens. “Sildar Hallwinter has spoken of you. It appears he is on errand further in the city but he sent me forward to welcome you. I am Klaus Frostmantle and this is my steward Crispin. We are on our way south and we were tasked by Sildar to gift you with some of our fine wares in our likely passing you on the High Road.” This was quite interesting and I decided to later ask who this Sildar was and what they had done to earn such gifts. Both of them now eyed the wagon we were in he says with a smirk, “I see ol’ Sildar spared no expense to help you get here. Clearly you have done something worthy of his grace. I assure you, that is not something that comes lightly.”
Turning to Crispin, Klaus produced some nicely wrapped gifts from a normal sized bag that the halfling clearly had some trouble carrying. Looking at each of us carefully, he attentively hands each of us a gift as though trying to make sure he gives everyone the correct one. “I’m sorry but my not knowing you means I simply have to rely on the descriptions Sildar provided. Unfortunately, I didn't hear anything of a bard with the group but I think Crispin might be able to find something for your friend as well" he said.
"I owed Sildar a favour so these gifts come from me with my highest regard for the services you have surely bestowed upon my good friend. Unfortunately, while I would love to visit with you longer, there are many others we need to visit this fine day. May the blessings of the heavens be upon you even as you make your way into the city. There are some dark murmurings going on these days and I’d say my departing isn’t too soon”.
Klaus kneeled down a bit to Crispin and whispered something to him. Crispin quickly ran off to the grassy area west of the gate clearly responding to directions from Klaus. “I do hope all of you enjoy these gifts! Maybe we will meet again and I will tell you the stories of how I got them!” With a bit of laughter and with haste, he rushed over to Crispin who pulled up in a large wagon pulled by eight horses who are fit enough they almost appeared like they could fly. Klaus climbed on board and as they began to head south, he waves to us, “May much blessing come to you this day! May we meet again in due time to break bread and share a mug together!” I now have many questions that will need some answering. When I opened my package inside were gloves of thievery I was taken aback at the quality but thinking back on it now I wonder if there is some underlying message to it.
A party of adventurers
I was on the high road on the way to Neverwinter from Waterdeep after visiting some friends when a group of travellers in a wagon appeared. The occupants of the wagon were rather peculiar and being intrigued waved them down. There were four in total however it appeared that one of them a lady was not part of their group but simply giving them a lift. One of them was a tall man with a dark complexion he appeared to be some sort of wizard or cleric from the neckless he wore and the apparel. Beside him was a very small woman clearly a gnome. The last was a medium sized elf who I must say had some crazy white hair that isn't really my style but suites him well. These people had been talking to the woman about some madman which was quite intriguing and I asked some questions but they didn't seem to want to talk to me. They asked my name and me being quite cautious decided to act very strange until I learned more about them so said some confusing words that made them all laugh putting them more to ease. They were very open people and seemed to trust me quite quickly after that. The human was named Dakari the gnome Nyx and the elf Miraminor. They also let slip about a wagon that they were taking to Neverwinter I took it that this was a touchy subject so decided that they were delivering a person. I was quite thrilled about running into these people as for one if I was able to earn their trust I might be able to ride with them and also I figured that these people were adventurers. We shall soon see if these people are the answer to my prayers and that I may finally be able to write my epic saga.
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