Full Name: Jemane Aurin Dethasiel

Preferred Name/Nickname: Jemane Dethas

Species: Human

Age: 21

Title: Dethasiel Lord Holder, High Noble

Description: Jemane is by and large of average build and height, he is neither too tall nor too short, he is not muscular nor skin nor fat, generally speaking he could be called 'average' - however his physical aspects layered upon that form are far from it. As a Nobleman, Jemane lives his life to a standard several thousand steps above the basic peasant, his physical appearance where lacking in genetics is gracefully beautified with touches of make-up, powder and lace; like his demeanour and attitude, every action he takes is layered with subtle and graceful poise and foresight. He is no doubt a man of words rather than drawn swords. Still, one would be shockingly stupid to assume his form is not one of a warrior's, hours upon days of pursuing the 'noble' sports, fencing, riding, archery has left his frame hidden by the finery a lithe and deadly weapon if he ever chooses to exert himself - but who would when you have a veritable mountain of guards and gold to dissuade such frivolities?

So as one might guess, Jemane can often be found sporting the latest in human fashion, as of current it seems a trend for frilly lace and satin has taken up the higher class and like any go-getter, Jemane has grudgingly taken it upon himself to sport the fashion even if it might disagree with his 'refined tastes'; however even he understands the deadly power a well tailored suit can have - in politics it is as much a weapon as a hidden blade or vial of poison.

Weapon(s) Of Choice: Rapier, Dagger, Crossbow.

Notable Relations: Tyren Aurin Dethasiel (Father, Deceased), Gareth Aurin Dethasiel (Brother, Living), Maria Dethasiel (Mother, Living), Arc (Servant, Living).

History: To explain Jemane's past would be to explain the nature of the Dethasiel lineage, originally founded by a Delan Dethasiel some several hundred years prior, the Dethasiel line began with a meagre trading post upon an ill-used road bordering the nation's territories. Delan spent much of his days drowning himself in the folly of his enterprise and what alcohol he could scrounge the pennies together for - or what travellers might leave behind once in a blue moon, however one such traveller left more than a beggar's worth one night - what he left was much more valuable, information. Now in these times much of the solidified nation's were separate entities; each abiding by its own laws, values and traditions. During these times information was traded as readily as gold would be and depending on the tidbit you had it could be worth much more more than the latter, this was such in Delan's case. Now, despite being a repeated drunkard, gambler and occasional patron of certain unsavoury places he was by no means an idiot and with this in mind he seized the opportunity and made quick profit off of the words that had been shared.

Now it would just so happen that a certain political climate change - duly thanked to the information he had shared with a nearby nation neighbour - had suddenly turned his once backwater road into a stream of steady travellers who frequented his business, a business with swiftly grew from the increase in traffic which thusly allowed him to expand and expand, eventually moving off the beaten path to a city property - all the while his 'side' business continued steadily, one that did not trade goods but words of value.

Thus the Dethasiel line grew, wealth spawned from an opportunity that a single man gripped by the haunches, trading material goods and immaterial information and once the human nations solidified into what it was now the Dethasiels had firmly entrenched themselves in the political system as a network of information brokers and spies, firmly building an empire upon the spilled blood and lost wealth of others.

Skipping forward a lengthy period of time; through recent circumstances Jemane finds himself at the head of the family, his father having recently passed on from an incident during a hunt involving a boar and a certain choice of curse words and thus leaving the vast wealth and command of the household to his eldest son. However that was only on the surface as much of the 'apparent' family wealth had long since evaporated as the recent coronation and subsequent rule of the new King had left the Dethasiel House in steep tithes and tax, the new King seemingly milking them of every penny in a bid to fund a mad war or some other nation breaking scheme. As such, the Dethasiel home is practically destitute on the inside, smiles forced as they try to appear as they always have in public.