Epiktetos

he who rules in the citadel at the edge of everything. epiktetos is tall and slender, with long fair hair that shows blue highlights when touched by direct starlight. his eyes are black pits in blue-tinged white. in public he wears what could be best described as robes, with sleeves that drape all the way to the ground. the colours blue and silver and white and black, the embroidery elaborate and delicate. his crown is tall spires of delicate platinum icicles set with diamonds and sapphires. in private he prefers simple black, trousers or floor length skirts, a form-fitted top that covers his arms to the wrist, but is cut low enough at the neck to show off the elaborate collar tattoo that stretches from his neckline, down over his shoulders, chest and back. he always speaks with the softest of voices, that you must be absolutely silent to hear clearly. whether this is because he cannot speak louder, or if it's his way of ensuring those in his presence are silent and attentive, is up for speculation. epiktetos is old, older than the citadel some say, though others say he came and conquered it with an army, taking it for himself. that said, he is never seen to bear arms of any kind, not even the simplest of knives. he has five advisers who keep close to him, each the head of an old family. he accepts their counsel, and grants great favour in return. to belong to one of the five 'ruling' families is an honour, and a burden. epiktetos himself has never sired, never taken a consort, claims no family.