"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination." - Oscar Wilde

"Behind whispered hands, doth viscious tongues do wag." - Keziah Larynthian

Those with such knowledge might recognize Keziah Larynthian. A cousin to Sistine and her twin, Vasyl and their sister Antoinette.

He would be recognizable by his wild mop of untamable curly black hair, his ruddish complexion and sparkling bright blue eyes. Although in his middling twenty-something years, he seemed to retain a certain impish youthfulness to his visage.

His body was lean and fit, muscled but not overly so. A body that had been trained in martial combat but had rarely done actual fighting, or a day of hard labour.

His appearance was often that of mild dishevellment, a well-manicured, well-kept body that suffered from too many late-nights and a rather extravagant lifestyle.

His demeanour was affable and friendly. He enjoyed life and it showed in his manner. He was polite, and courteous and knew the noble etiquettes, but had an ability to become coarse, vulgar and downright filthy at a moment's notice.

Some whispered rumours place Keziah in more questionable parts of the city, Oldtown, Brassmere, anywhere there is shennanigans to be had. Although a highborn, he is likely a source of despair to the family Larynthian.

--UPDATE--

Since becoming Executor of House Larynthian and in charge of the family affairs, Keziah has noticeably changed. Although still easy with a smile, his manner is more serious. He drinks less, and his unsavoury visits to the seedier parts of town have all but halted.

The unexpected rise to leader has imbued him with sense of responsibility that seemed almost alien to him a few months ago.