Isaar is a beast of a stallion. Standing at 19 hands tall, he hulks over all those he encounters. This is compounded by the expanse of muscle that travels with him; his form harbouring all the thickness of what we would call the Baroque breeds. His pectorals, although not used as much as they were in his youth, still ripple with power beneath his iron-grey coat. He is the colour of weapons and steel; his limbs and face going into a darkness that is only highlighted by the red crest that rises above his head; as well as his roached mane and tail.

The one eye he has is his left. It is an icy, misty blue, but the other side of his face has only a deep hole where his sight once lay. A scar stretches from one side of his face to the other in the form of a deep cut that slices through his left eyelid.

Despite his natural strength, he makes an attempt to shrink before those he might intimidate. A melancholy follows him everywhere like a strange and unwanted beast that he has at last relented to.

He tends to be clad in a wealthy but understated cloak, with a number of medals stashed in the pockets.

Kind, Intelligent, Reliable, Incredibly loyal, Paternal, Educated

Self-deprecating and slightly masochistic , Slightly self-indulgent, Inclined to base decisions on incredible selfishness,

Isaar is not a man that can be described in words and lists. He is very different from who he once was; having once been a very soft and confident boy. As a child, he was spoiled and happy, loving to spend time with his father and uncles in the field. He was quick to make friends, and was very charming towards both women and men. The experience of losing his family and pride changed him and left him prone to self-pity.

He is still kind, but time and loss have made him very removed from those around him. While he is not a bad conversationalist, he is generally reclusive, being mainly commanded by the king of his nation.

Isaar is incredibly intelligent, having made the most of his childhood education. He is fluent in several languages, including the classics, and made the most of it of his time on the battlefield. He has organised some of his kingdom’s most impressive victories, but gained a terrible case of survivor’s guilt from the ordeal. He finds himself inclined to indulge in numbing agents such as alcohol and opium, although the presence of Jane led to him wanting to stay sober around her more often. In many ways, he addresses her like a younger sister or cousin and tries to be a good example for her.

While he tries to be a good husband, Isaar can still be quite selfish. He often makes decisions for the unit of himself and Jane without consulting her, as though she were simply a daughter that must follow him. He is not particularly shy in exposing her to his darker moods, although he is never violent, and can be rather inconsiderate.

Isaar was born into the nobleborn Argon family, a line of horses spreading back many centuries. He was the only son, meaning that he had no shortage of attention as he grew up on his family’s estate. The match of his parents had become a love match, but Isaar’s mother was prone to bouts of anxiety and depression that would lead her to take ‘holidays’ in her bed. In her good moments, Eleanor Argon was a true blue-blooded machine and a good mother to her three children, but in her moments of illness was petty and cruel.

At the age of 3 he fell in love with and was engaged to a maiden of the herd known as Isador. She was not a beauty in the typical sense of the word, but she captured Isaar’s attention from the first moment of their acquaintance. At the end of their first conversation, Isaar had turned to her and declared I am going to marry you.

His words had proven true, and Isaar had married her that year. The marriage was to be a good one, built on true love and respect.

For three years they were truly happy, never caring for the lack of children. But when Isaar was six and she five, Isador found that she was pregnant. It was a joyful occasion, but the peace would not last past the next winter, when plague came to the herd. In the course of a week, Isaar lost his wife and child.

Isaar threw himself into his duties as soldier, and when the war came calling he listened to it. He became known for his generosity and authority, as well as a wickedly tactical brain that led the kingdom to many victories. He rose through the ranks to general, and there was not a medal that did not hang from his name.

He fought many battles, but he also lost a number of them. In his last battle, Isaar was taken as a prisoner of war by the opposing army. They spared him no cruelty and ultimately blinded and castrated him before his final release. It can be ascertained that this release was not meant to be a mercy, but a humiliation. Blinded and robbed of any chance to carry on his family name, Isaar returned to his herd as both a hero and a broken man.

Isaar became a recluse, shielding himself against both strangers and those he knew. His mother and father long since passed, two years passed in which he spoke to none save for his staff. He drank, more than ever leaning into his mother’s heritage of depression and loneliness.

One day, however, the royal family forced him to attend a party in his honour. Isaar had been a friend of the King in their golden years, and worries had begun to brew regarding Isaar’s mental health. It was at this party that they informed Isaar of an advantageous marriage that would hopefully improve his state of life. He knew there was an age gap, but he knew pitifully little about his bride until the wedding day, whereupon he was married to Jane. He knew that she was beautiful and that she was young, and that she carried with her a history of scandal.

The marriage has proved to be an interesting one. It cannot be claimed that they love each other, but the two of them soon found common ground regarding a mutual feeling of self-disgust and obliteration. The two of them sometimes sit in the parlour in utter, neck-breaking silence.

In the past few months, Isaar finally found within him the burning desire to flee. He talked to the king and arranged for his and his wife’s passage to Novus, where Isaar intends to spend the next few years as a diplomat.