Sfan Andrei Patrice

Sfan Andrei Patrice (a.k.a. The Snake of the Coast)

"Florens Patrice," the captain began, "for acts of high treason against the kingdom, you are sentenced to death by hanging. Have you any final words?" "Think not on the topic of death; think on what ye can still do whilst your heart yet beats. Those that dwell in the now shall truly live forever. Not alive with age impairing our abilities, only stirring forever in thoughts and minds of those who can do what you just quite couldn't." I remember them placing a bag over the wizened man's head and tying a thick rope about his neck. They flung the switch and a snap was heard to all. Not a soul cheered. Everyone seemed to have lost interest. Their attentions were drug from this cruel idea of entertainment to a philosopher's final words to a nation on the cusp of coming undone. The final words of my father still ring in my ears today as I walk these courtly halls.
I brush shoulders with those who believe themselves to be greater than the Gods and yet they find themselves stumbling over the worldly troubles of materialism and gluttony: the incessant desire that they have made a need in their dark hearts. This need to never be satisfied; to always have more than their share. To take anything other than thoughts, stories, and plights from the people you represent is damnable. It is wicked and cruel to parley only in affairs of avarice whilst your people are ignorant to why their homes are burglarized of what little they have.
Forgive my garrulousness. I am Sfan Andrei Patrice, philosopher, poet, and hypocrite. Yes, I partake in pleasures of the flesh and the vices of drink, but I do not feign my desire for such things. I live not in a home, no, I believe myself to be a patron of all. With no land to my name, many within the courts would consider me to be of lower standing, and yet they are far too distracted by my attire and the youthfulness of my face to even ponder such a thing. Whilst the foolish nobility laugh in merriment as I play my songs for them, those that aren't as fortunate still enjoy the arts. I see to it that those who cannot afford satin and silk are still able to listen because music is not something that should only be savored by aristocrats. The nobles, to appease the masses, refer to me as Sfan. Sfan is a title bestowed to those who have done great deeds for all to revel in, yet they believe that I only play for them. Poppycock. I assure you that the nobility of Carovige shall reap what they've sown.

Current Location

Ulvad

Currently Held Titles

• The Title of Sfan

Age

28

Date of Birth

17th of Aen, 388 PGS

Circumstances of Birth

Patrice was born to the controversial figure Florens Patrice, a philosopher and known hedonist. He often denounced the noble culture of Carovige in writing and poetry. For his supposed libel and slander, he was executed on the charge of treason.

Birthplace

Carovige

Gender

male

Eyes

Dark Emrald

Hair

Long, auburn

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Bronze

Height

5'10

Weight

170 lbs