Descian Mythil

Descian Mythil, 28 years old, 36th in line to the Mythil dynasty, Handmaiden of his patron god.

Descian was born premature, and only lived past infancy with the  blessing of his family's patron god. He became the golden child of the family, even as far away from the throne as he is, and he played the dutiful son beautifully, fulfilling his noble duties as soon as he came of age. However, visions from his patron had him acting out and departing more and more from his family's ideals, until they kicked him out and left him to fend for himself. Descian eventually made a living for himself as a spellcaster-for-hire, allowing him to see far more of the world than his family would've allowed, but he's frustratingly no closer to figuring out the plans his patron has for him.

He is a picture-perfect gentleman, all carefully-crafted compliments and bland, placid smiles, and it makes him come off as insincere and creepy to the more lower class, rough-and-tumble people that call upon his skills. But he does his job and does it well, so as long as no one complains about his craft and threatens his bag he can't afford to care. Descian's a nervous wreck behind his mask, but genuinely kind and compassionate, and feels other people's emotions as keenly as he feels  his own.