[hider=Heir Apparent to the Most Honorable House][CENTER][h1][COLOR=C20F08]Sorrel Gran[/COLOR][/h1][/CENTER]
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[b][color=C20F08]Sorrel Gran[/color]
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[color=GRAY] Male [/COLOR] | [color=GRAY] 21 [/COLOR] | [color=GRAY] Rodion 
Scion of[/COLOR] [color=green][b]Storm[/b][/color][/CENTER][CENTER][SUP]_______________________________________________[/SUP]
[color=GRAY][i]"A noble’s blade is only polished by purpose and dignity. For my people, and the honor of my house, my sword shall shine brighter than no other’s."[/i] [sub]- An excerpt from the Gran Family Creed[/sub][/color]
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[center][h3][i][color=C20F08]"The burden is mine and mine alone, to live up to the legacy of my father and his father before him, and to enact the will of the Goddess.”[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
[b][color=C20F08]Holy Sigil Location[/color][/b]
[indent]Over the pupil and iris of the left eye which had witnessed the results of his exaltation.[/indent]
[b][color=C20F08]Appearance[/color][/b]
[color=FFFFFF][indent]A young man fully grown, standing at a respectable five feet and eleven inches, Sorrel has the textbook appearance of a decorated noble from Rodion. Usually in attire that acts as both formal wear and protective gear in case of sudden combat, he is never seen without a sword by his side. A man of Gran without their weapon is but a boy half-naked, their implements of battle an extension of themselves and a reflection of their person.
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[b][color=C20F08]Personality[/color][/b]
[indent]His resting expression deviates between mild annoyance and cold indifference, an air about him that radiates seriousness and keeps others at arm’s length. Sorrel speaks with others with a. As a noble who only defers to a handful of people in the world, his gaze always meets with those he interacts with, crisp and clear in both action and tone, allowing no room for misinterpretation in his purposes no matter how blunt they may seem to others.

Though one may assume duty and fighting are the only thoughts in his mind, focused on one or the other for the majority of his time, the young family head is surprisingly empathetic. While open with his feelings and willing to crack down on those who make mistakes, in that same stern tone he grants them reasonable alternatives and ways for them to turn their error into a boon. Despite having high expectations for himself, and subsequently others, Sorrel is able to adjust for human error, acting accordingly with a compassionate yet firm hand.[/indent]
[b][color=C20F08]Biography[/color][/b]
[indent]Struggling against his father to prove his growth to the man who taught him everything, the cornerstone of the family and the people they serve. Feeling himself being pushed to the limits, growing in the midst of the duel, excited to show his family that he's become his own man. Only for a sigil to form within in his eye holding the emblem of the Goddess just before the most decisive moment, blades of wind forming from magic he hadn't invoked willingly and cutting his father to ribbons.

Though he had completed his Test of Adulthood, and inherited the honored House of Gran after his father’s passing, Sorrel could feel no satisfaction. A battle won with a power he did not deserve, granted to him rather than fought for by his own dedication and will, was not a battle won at all. That day, he believed he was the stronger man, that he would have won with but a bit more effort. With that opportunity gone, however, there was no telling what the result of that duel may have been, and with the responsibilities as the family head on top of the duties required by his new position as the Scion of Storms, the young man had no time to even think about his loss before taking the first carriage toward the Kingdom of Veradis.
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[b][color=C20F08]Weapon of Choice[/color][/b]
[indent]While Sorrel is proficient in many implements of warfare, from swords to spears and guns to hammers, his weapon of choice is the family longsword, Narodu. A blade passed down from generation to generation, forged, broken and reforged dozens of times over, it holds not only the weight of his duty but the duty sworn by every heir before him.[/indent]
[b][color=C20F08]Misc.[/color][/b]
[list][*][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__Cf1wA_lf8&list=RD__Cf1wA_lf8]”I watched him die beneath the sunset sky."[/url]
[*]His only known hobby, aside from those expected of one from a noble house, is people-watching. Disguising as a commoner and seating himself in a public place, observing the daily life of others and seeing from a new perspective how others may feel about the actions of those above them. Truly a depressing person.
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