Il Leone e la Volpe
Like a beacon—not merely drawing your attention, but demanding it—Josef’s golden chair supports a, currently, dour Brecht. His long flowing golden goodness (sometimes called hair) is slightly tusseled but your eyes still manage to catch an astonishingly nice circlet nearly lost beneath the ocean of shimmering wheat. You overhear small fragments about expansion delays as his blue eyes sweep over various reports
You note however that the chair does great favours for he is neither tall nor fat, slightly below average on both accounts. His clothing, however, makes average look like dirt-poor. The words “finest quality” don’t do his outfit justice, this is an ensemble of style, the bourgeouis of Anuirean wouldn’t dream of crossing so far north without the posh fur-leather hybrid boots sported by Josef
His breeches a stunning multi-hued garment which look far softer and more comfortable than anything anyone else is wearing for miles, AND THE BELT WHICH HOLDS THEM UP! Small topaz and emeral studs wind their way around his waist, encircling him in truly outrageous gems. Hanging over his delicate torso is, of course, a sumptuous tunic, likely imported from some remote Khinasi settlement. Off to the side, resting on the table, a lovely hat lined with tiger fur—however it hasn’t been worn in a while due to the purchase of the circlet
Because he is a Shuhmacher, Josef has led a sorted and easy life despite its rocky inception. During his birth the resulting complications left his mother crippled for life, Braun could not bear the strain and embarrassment she could bring upon his new business connections in Rjurik he shipped her back to the great bay, and hid her away from the world in one of his many establishments ample secret hideaways.
Previously, Coen, the first-born son of Braun Shuhmacher and heir to Braun’s branch of the Shuhmacher operation, had an excellent relationship with his mother. He was often at her side, at first in the prime of his youth they were nearly inseparable but as Coen grew so too did the amount of time Coen was required to spend learning, either at the hands of acolytes or Braun himself. It was at this point when Coen could hardly get more than a bedtime story that Josef showed up and ruined everything.
As a young boy attempting to clutch onto the last moments he would spend with his mother, Coen had to deal with Josef tearing her away from him. For not long after Josef was born and dear mum was sent off, Aldís entered the picture.
Aldís never deserved Coen’s ire, she was beautiful and kind, and helped Braun cement his guilds legitimacy among the Rjurik people. It wasn’t her fault she came into Coen’s life in the shadow of another—it was Josef. If he were not born then everything would’ve been alright.
The seasons passed and Josef walked the path to become a man, but Braun paid little to no interest to the child. Coen and Aldís dominated his focus, leaving Josef to the fleet of acolytes and maids. In the years to come Josef was pushed further under the rug when Folkvé was born between Braun and Aldís.
Needless to say Josef grew up slowly, spending many carefree days among books or climbing trees, when he finally became a man it was without celebration or notice as Coen was busy managing guildhalls and securing trade agreements, already a successful up and comer of the Shuhmacher fortune. Josef found himself without direction, and without external expectations, for many months Josef did nothing but drain the wine cellar, dice with brigands, and a few less savory details.
Eventually the hammer came down, Aldís had enough. When Folkvé was free from her studies she often would retreat to Josef’s room, a tomb of books the two would spend hours carousing, discussing various books they had read (sometimes apart, sometimes together), sometimes Josef would tell her of his misadventures (often extremely elaborated) and the two would carry on often.But with the attention from Aldís the gaze of Braun was drawn, and it raked across Josef’s lifestyle like that of a foul carrion bird—utterly mauling it. The point is that Braun saw Josef as a man for the first time, without direction, ambition, and drinking up more than his fair share of the family coffers. Thus Braun set forth an ultimatum, gifting Josef with a hefty grant and an order to, “Make something for YOURSELF for once you lazy lout!”
With the tales of upset in the East Josef set off bidding Folkvé goodbye and securing some meager guildhalls among some more populated lands. And thus Josef Shuhmacher set out to carve his family’s proud name into the Wildlands and secure the pride of his Father, Mother, Step-Mother and Ancestors. And make a fair bit of coin along the way.