Florian Balforth
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''Understated'' is not a word in Florian Balforth's vocabulary. From his outlandishly flamboyant attire to his bright scarlet tresses, he demands attention - and basks in any given. He is generally of a cheerful demeanour which often tends towards excessive exuberance (much to the ire of some of his more reserved peers).
Having spent all his life as a spoiled and pampered lordling in Silverymoon, he is what one may consider out of touch with the day to day mundanities of the ''peasant folk'' as he refers to anyone of a lower social standing than himself. Rather than looking down his nose however, Florian is utterly enamoured with the realities of life outside his manor and as such sought to experience what he considers ''the real world'' as soon as he was old enough to eschew his familial ties (perhaps more accurately described as fleeing in the dead of night with a song in his heart and narry a thought in his head).
Indeed, although he is thrilled at the thought of shining ones' own boots or trekking through a muddy field on foot, he is quite oblivious to how utterly bewildering his behaviour can be - ''You mean to tell me this tavern does not serve spiced honeywine from a hundred year aged oak barrel? Additionally I noticed the washrooms do not seem stocked with rosewater and I really must insist on this, as my hair is simply LIMP without it... ''
