Virgil al-Ghuraab

King of Elusia and supreme weaver. Dour, rough around the edges, his tiring years of leadership are made apparent by his disposition. He wields authority, power in its many forms, with the certainty of one accustomed to others bowing to it. It's this certainty that allows him a measure of calm, of quiet expectation that few would dare interrupt—a dormant volcano. Virgil is a man harried by the relentless creep of time, and as such, he appreciates the respect of his position; with respect, rest comes much easier.

All that considered, he is not harsh. Unfair, perhaps, as most kings are, in some way, unfair. He favors his elven wards, Almi and Merill; his queen, Descarta, too. All three have a way of getting what they want from him. While he does not make habit of admitting it, he enjoys that they do.

Sovereignty is but a means to an end for Virgil. He leaves much of his diplomatic affairs to his trusted steward, Hazael, while he pursues his personal goals with a hidebound, often sleepless devotion.

Appearance
Haggard, with darkened candelabras set beneath eyes of a stark glacial blue—the only bright thing about the man, Virgil looks the part of a well-worn ruler. His pitch-colored hair cuts like talons across a hard jaw line that men and women alike find handsome, made all the more attractive by his seat of power.

Like most weavers, he favors the voluminous sleeves and hidden pockets of robes. Virgil has taken a particular liking to the uniform given to supreme weavers: a raven, many-layered affair with a dozen upturned stretches of claw-like fabric reaching out around the bottom.

General (Spoilers)
Name: Virgil al-Ghuraab

Birthplace: Kaen Hollow

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 502

Height: 6'0" (183cm)

Weight: 165lbs (75kg)

Found In
Within Ruin Everautumn Where Madness Roosts