Silvan Calomine
Noble
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Type: Noble
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Calomine Plantation in the Southern Domincance.
Occupation: House heir
Relationship Status: Single, mostly
As for build, he’s well built and well muscled, mostly to impress the ladies. His shoulders are broad and his limbs long. His face is angular and he has high cheekbones. His hands are nimble and tend to stray from his better judgment when around some women.
Silvan has no intention of marrying anytime soon, but he does want to get his sister married off as soon as possible, probably to someone rich. He believes that if he can get a contract with a major house through his sister, the house will grow. An added benefit would be getting his sister off his back.
Strengths: Charm, the ability to talk his way into people’s affairs, and he is very thoughtful when it comes to ways to get the house to grow.
Weaknesses: He’s a jerk. Only his family knows it, but he has a talent for getting on certain people’s bad side. Silvan is a smarmy, slimy, evil man.
When he was eight he underwent the beating to see if he snapped and when he didn’t he was severely disappointed. He took it out, as always, on his sister and it ended in a broken nose. Four years later when she snapped and became a Tineye he was incredibly jealous and once more attempted to bully her about it. However, now she knew that she was better than he was and wouldn’t hear any of it. That was the second time she broke his nose.
Then their parents died. They never found out exactly how, but it was told that Grynd and Zeldelle, along with Grynd’s brother Sirel, where killed in a carriage accident. Silven didn’t feel nearly as sad as he probably should have. For him it was just two less people to have to get in the way of his being in charge. He was more sad about his uncle’s death. He believed that his parents hadn’t understood him, but Sirel had. His grandparents then tried to make him a better person, and so he learned how to be sneaky. Instead of yelling at people he would find smaller ways to punish them for whatever they had done to him. He would make up things that certain Skaa workers did to him and try to get his grandfather to have them beaten. He was, all in all, just sneakier with his cold, bitter personality. He learned to be charming to people and he grew into a very charismatic young man.
When he was seventeen he overheard his grandparents talking about Edre, the Skaa woman who had married Silvan’s great-grandfather and the biggest secret of the Calomine family, and threatened to expose the secret if they didn’t make him head of the house. His grandfather refused and sent him to Luthadel with his fifteen-year-old sister. Edarad sent the family steward with them and tried to think no more about it. He told Silvan that he would be more helpful in a place where he could grow the allies and contracts of the house. Silven took it all with a smugness and left within the week.
The years passed and the now 23-year-old young man has great plans to get the house to Great House status. His grandfather’s health is waning and it doesn’t look like Issa, his grandmother, will take over when Edarad is gone. For Silvan, however, the first order of business is to marry Zella off to someone rich and gain a house ally through that. The house is much more financially stable than it was ten years ago and he has the money to make their image better. Silvan likes that.
He stood and walked out into the hallway of their small manor. There was a ball tonight and he wanted to let Zella know that she needed to be on her very best behavior. He knocked once on her door before entering. Zella turned towards him, the skirt of her beautiful red silk dress making hardly any noise as she moved, and rolled her eyes. “I assume you’ve heard from grandfather?”
“I have. I wanted to let you know that you’re officially looking for a husband starting tonight. Make it someone rich.” Silvan said, eyeing her dress. “Isn’t that a little bold?”
Zella snorted softly. “As you said, I’m looking for a husband. Don’t I need to be a bit bold?”
“You have a point.” Silvan admitted reluctantly. “God help the man who wants to marry a half-blood freak like you.” He added with a sigh.
“So when’s my half-blood brother planning on marrying. You’re the one who wants to save the house so badly. Why don’t you marry someone rich as well?”
Silvan glared at her. “I have other, more important duties to attend to.”
“Ah yes.” Zella smiled sweetly before turning back to her mirror and picking up a hairbrush. “Like that Skaa prostitute you were with last night. Very important.”
Silvan almost snapped at her, but he held himself back. “The point is, Zella, that you need to behave tonight. Our image needs to be good if this is to work.”
“Of course, big brother. Anything for the house.” Zella said sweetly and Silvan couldn’t figure out if she was being sarcastic or not. “Now leave. I need to finish getting ready, and you very well can’t go to a ball in that.” She gestured behind herself at his clothing. “That vest still has a stain on it.”
Silvan almost protested that it didn’t but Zella turned her head over her shoulder and waved him towards the door. It was his turn to roll his eyes before he left. If Zella said his vest had a stain on it, it probably did. It was the only good thing about her being a Tineye. They’d both need some new clothes if they were to put up an image of being financially stable, but for now he didn’t want to worry about that. They could go shopping tomorrow.
Edited by MozytheHealer, 15 September 2013 - 04:34 PM.