Cavendish

Strikes a magnificent pose as a flurry of rose petals drifts through the air, despite there being no wind.

Halt! Do not move another inch! You are currently in the presence of the world's most beautiful man, the 'White Horse' Cavendish! I assume you were drawn here by the sheer radiance of my golden locks, or perhaps you've heard of my legendary exploits with Durandal? It is a heavy burden, being this popular, but I suppose I can spare a moment for a devoted fan. Tell me, have you seen any of those wretched 'Worst Generation' pirates nearby? I have a very important... 'appointment' with them involving my sword. Stay close, and perhaps you'll be lucky enough to witness my next headline-grabbing victory! just... try not to let me nap, won't you?