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After the others were introduced, the crier was handed a long parchment of paper by a tall elf in a dark robe, who hurriedly rushed out of the way afterwards. The crier briefly looked to the paper in confusion, wishing to speak to the elf who had handed it off, but found that he had already left. Shrugging, he turned back to the sheet and magically amplified his voice once again.

"Finally, our next guest!" He shouted, apparently reading a script off of a piece of paper, "He appears fashionably late as always: His Illustriousness, Heir to House Thaorror, Divider of the Diceto, Earl to both the upper and lower Vafian regions, Lord of the Araesion Isles," The elf paused to take a deep breath, "Baron of the Western Khane, Great Steward of Her Majesty, Royal Mage Companion of the ancient and noble Order of the Psillion, Member of the most honourable Wizards of the Eagle, Grand Sorceror of the Aedihle, Distinguished Professor of the Varipnae Institution, and the Baene av Aurfel; Ganlassion Thaoror!"

The figure in the plain, dark robe suddenly appeared in the foreground in a dramatic puff of smoke, tearing his bleak clothing away with a flourish and standing perfectly still in a novel pose. The dark-haired Altmer underneath bore a grim expression in an attempt to make himself seem more handsome than he was. His cheeks were sucked in, his eyebrows were knit together, and his lips were slightly puckered. His longcoat was princely, regal blue adorned with gold-trimmed lapels and a mandarin collar accompanied by a matching red silk ascot tied up in a complicated knot. His brass buttons gleamed in the light, casting blinding reflections that made the complex designs hand-carved into each individual button that made them that much more popping. The turn-down collar on his tunic was augmented with a a variety of medals that seemed like they should've weighed it down, and yet, didn't. HIs purple waistcoat seemed to be recently pressed and was tailor-fit tightly against his body. The Altmer slowly raised his arms in an effort to not only show off the myriad of rings he wore, but also the golden cuff-links embroidered with the sigil of the Aldmeri Dominion. The entire length of his coat was lined with blue velvet, and a red suede wrist of a paisely design poked out of the arm of his coat. His excessively tight black trousers only worked to draw emphasis to the glamourous, glass-toed, chocolate brown leather shoes of an Oxford design.

The entire reveal was overly long and awkward due to the silence that took place during it. Even Ganlassion himself seemed to take note. "The song!" The Altmer whisper-shouted to the band playing in the manor. "Why aren't you playing my song? I-- I gave you the sheet music and everything!" The flustered nobleman complained, prompting the band leader to shake his head dismissively. At a loss for words, the posh Altmer fumbled with a few misplaced syllables briefly, before brushing the incident off and rushing to join his usual crowd sporting a large grin.

"Announcer forgot one of my titles..." Ganlas said, taking a spot against the wall with a large cluster of nobles who looked in in bewilderment. "Y'know, I'll--- I'll-- I'll, I-- I'll let him off this time, right? People make mistakes." Each I'll steadily grew in pitch until Ganlas finished his sentence, settling in awkwardly to his seat and acting natural despite all of the guests staring at him for his visibile faux pas.



Name: Ganlassion Thaoror (Goes by Ganlas)

Race: Altmer, though often makes wild, baseless claims that he is partially Dwemer

Gender: Male

Age: 91

Class: Sorceror

Weapons:

Armour: When travelling, wears a variant of this .

Appearance: Ganlas has silky black hair that seems to be styled in a different fashion everyday; a rarity among Altmer. His face is built in an angular fashion as is usual of High Elves, with a pronounced brow ridge and slender, bent nose with a high sellion. His protruding cheekbones seem to accentuate his vibrant, lively violet eyes. He is slightly below average height for an Altmer, but stuffs his shoes to make himself appear taller than he truly is. His lack of exercise on the grounds of "not wanting to be all sweaty", but attention to a proper diet has led to him maintain a thin, gaunt physique.

Backstory: Ganlas is an Altmer nobleman hailing from Firsthold. His exploits and status has led him to become quite the celebrity in Summerset, though the elf himself is more interested in researching magic and inventing peculiar devices. He's known for eccentric behaviour, and being a professor at a prestigious university.