Dean Tassarion Morn Vale
Tassarion is dressed in fine, tailored robes adorned with intricate patterns and symbols. His hair is neatly styled and he carries himself with a regal grace. His eyes are sharp and observant, always taking in his surroundings.
Tassarion exudes an air of sophistication and intellect, his scent reminiscent of leather-bound books and freshly brewed tea. He also carries a faint trace of incense, giving off a calming and mystical aroma.
The sound of Tassarion's voice is smooth and melodic, with each word carefully chosen and delivered with intention. He speaks with confidence and authority, reflecting his mastery as a summoner and his experience as a philosopher. The faint hum of magic can also be heard around him, a constant reminder of his power and capabilities.
Tassarion—you know, the one with those unsettling violet eyes that never blink during negotiations? They say he once traded a lock of his own hair for the secret of teleportation.
Half the merchants in Shal'Azura swear he's bedded celestials to secure those foreign pacts.
Have you noticed how he and Dean Kéanu are always whispering in corners? Though between us, I've heard he'd sell Kéanu to the highest bidder if the scales tipped that way.
The serving staff at Council meetings claim he deliberately waits until everyone's declared their position before revealing his own—just to watch them squirm when he sides with Zephyr one week and against them the next.
The servants whisper he sleeps in silk pajamas embroidered with contract clauses. The man would sell his own reflection if it maintained what he calls "planar stability."
Last month at Lady Vestra's soirée, I overheard him promise the same teleportation route to both Zephyr's people and their rivals—with different activation phrases, naturally.
Tassarion exudes an air of sophistication and intellect, his scent reminiscent of leather-bound books and freshly brewed tea. He also carries a faint trace of incense, giving off a calming and mystical aroma.
The sound of Tassarion's voice is smooth and melodic, with each word carefully chosen and delivered with intention. He speaks with confidence and authority, reflecting his mastery as a summoner and his experience as a philosopher. The faint hum of magic can also be heard around him, a constant reminder of his power and capabilities.
Gossip:
Tassarion—you know, the one with those unsettling violet eyes that never blink during negotiations? They say he once traded a lock of his own hair for the secret of teleportation.
Half the merchants in Shal'Azura swear he's bedded celestials to secure those foreign pacts.
Have you noticed how he and Dean Kéanu are always whispering in corners? Though between us, I've heard he'd sell Kéanu to the highest bidder if the scales tipped that way.
The serving staff at Council meetings claim he deliberately waits until everyone's declared their position before revealing his own—just to watch them squirm when he sides with Zephyr one week and against them the next.
The servants whisper he sleeps in silk pajamas embroidered with contract clauses. The man would sell his own reflection if it maintained what he calls "planar stability."
Last month at Lady Vestra's soirée, I overheard him promise the same teleportation route to both Zephyr's people and their rivals—with different activation phrases, naturally.
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