in the time when his son - komuros - is in the peak of his prime, rizugal leads a quiet life; content to watch the passing of sunrises and sunsets, and to observe (most of) his son's libertine adventures from a distance. his gentle, easygoing charm belies both a wicked, cunning sort of intelligence, cultivated over a long career of counter-espionage from a seed of genuine personability and intuition; and the turbulence that taught him, through unforgiving experience, the gentle joy that can be found in such a comparatively ordinary existence. ask him about the diamond on his chest, and he'll reply with a chuckle that "it's jus' a lil' piece of the sun, all burnt up from when I got a bit too close one day"

art by crowguts