<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCrm_do9HQM/Td8Av-CGluI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XUywjnP_Wcc/s1600/Jaime-Lannister-game-of-thrones.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Basics</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lorenso Florencia<br/><strong>Age:</strong>52, looks mid 40’s<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>male<br/><strong>Role:</strong>First sword of Theiri, Noble<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Atlas<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Look</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Height:</strong>5’8”<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>180 pounds<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>dirty blonde tumbling curls, to the neck<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Light Brown<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Lightly Tanned<br/><strong>Anything else:</strong>A rugged, chiselled jaw line, a neatly shaved beard, muscular frame, left handed<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The story</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Art, Music, Sailing, fencing, Dance, Beauty, Stars, Science & Women much too young for him<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Disrespect, Savages, People who threaten/hurt the weak or defenceless<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Very loyal to his friends, particularly the old King Theiri. Always loud, and slightly flamboyant with his speech, he quickly makes an impression on everyone he meets, usually good. He has a great love for all forms of art, from dance to music, song, sculpture and painting, and represents a more refined edge to the Theiri military. Recently engaged on the front lines pushing back the Aserit, his unconventional tactics, along with the help of the ghosts helping him stay one step ahead of the game. He has returned on news of the peace treaty to act as a guard for the royal family, far better at carrying himself in court than most.  He has always had a love for women, never married, he feels that his passion should not be tied by titles. However most of the ladies he currently has his eyes on are around 30 years his junior, not that it bothers him.<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Sword Master, Artist, Musician, Tactician, Trader, Courtesan and Public Speaker<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born to a rather rich, if unremarkable, lord of one the Theiri’s major trade guilds, Lorenso grew up learning the various tools of the civilised lords, the arts, sciences, maths and trade skills necessary to take other his Fathers business. But he yearned for adventure, and when he was young, joined the previous kings army, given a low command position on account of his father’s position within the nobility.<br/><br/>With little knowledge of the sword, he used the skills he had been taught, he entered the field with a courtiers grace; picking up a light rapier, and entering the field without armour, he spun around the clunky enemy men, stabbing and slashing, ducking and weaving, soon turning his battle stance into an artful display of thrusts and parries, mimcking the elaborate coutiers dances he had learnt in the capital. It was during his early days as a soldier, during some great sweeping melee on the fields of Theiri that Lorenso crossed the current King, only a fledgling prince of the time. As the battle turned against him, the Princes guards cut down Lorenso helped defend and push back the savage oponents, saving the Princes life countless times with parries and pushes to move him away from the enemies steel.<br/><br/>That night after the battle they drank and laughed together, and Lorenso and his few surviving men became part of the Princes honour guard, and from that moment onwards Lorenso has always been at his side. He was there on the trip to to meet the princes wife, throughout his reign, and this seemingly unending war and peace with the Aserit people.<br/><br/>When he turned 30, he challenged the then current First Sword of Theiri to single combat, and forced him to yeild. With this he became the First Sword of Theiri, the champion of the nation. He can be challenged at any time for the title, as he is occasionally, by brave youths looking for glory, with more guts than sense. He fights them with a blunt sword, perfectly balanced, and turns their blades aside, knocking them to the floor, making every attempt to spare their lives, but occasionally, they refuse to submit.<br/><br/>He met his current sword-maiden when leading a vanguard force along the Theiri border. He watched the peasant girl fight of a Aserit squad alone; her family lost, he took her under his wing, and when she was of age, bedded her. He has been more and more intensely involved on the battlefield of late, becoming somewhat infamous amongst Thierian and Aserit alike for his near suicidal lack of regard for his own safety. He is now returning to the capital after 5 months  on the front lines to look over the peace hearings.