Fiolaris

Fiolaris D&D OC
Elf / Blade Singer

Fiolaris Fastar had always wanted to inherit his father's army, to live knowing that he was a man of power in order to make it a burden to everyone else. A spoiled noble, a banal conversationalist, with out-of-place jokes and unrivaled bearing. He had very few interests and was plagued by a galloping megalomania that very often forced him to loneliness. Even his noble parents could not stand him, unlike his brother Amolio, who, although he resembled Fiolaris in almost everything, was of a very different caliber: a cultured, affable, always cordial and pleasant man, who knew good manners but who never disdained getting his hands dirty when the situation required it. Amolio was perfect for court life and for being the direct successor of his father, however he had very different interests: he was assionate about anthropology, and he soon left to go around the world. So the parents had to resign themselves to keep that good-for-nothing Fiolaris at home and put up with his unmotivated pride. Until they fooled him by sending him to supervise the work inside a dwarven mine with the excuse that he would go to collect part of his father's army.
Fiolaris didn't take it well, but now he couldn't go home anymore. Without nobles among his feet, however, he began to understand how life worked for ordinary people and even managed to find the time and the desire to dedicate himself to reading. He had gotten better, I wouldn't say, but for sure if he had stayed home it would have only gotten worse.