His charisma can be seen from space.
The Loch Ness Monster thinks he’s a myth.
The dignified Spaniard personifies the gentility and courteousness of Edinburgh from years past, blended with his inimitable Latin social graces. He moves among stodgy London masters as easily as West End drug addicts, plying diplomatic skills so subtle that few realize he maneuvers them at all. Life deals him one fascinating experience after another, which arguably makes El Toro the most popular and most formidable Royal Society provost. Chances are he’s done it, with bells on, a narrow escape, and a gorgeous woman offering her thanks.
Behind the witty stories and host of eclectic skills is a seasoned powerbroker comfortable with crossing swords in the boardroom or in the Duel Arcane. El Toro weathered the financial crises of the last decade without a crooked cufflink or salt-and-pepper hair out of place. The Royal Society’s assets shifted away from doomed Northern Rock and Icelandic accounts. He may have known all along what was coming, and set up the Supernal enemies to tumble like dominos. A Seer pylon disappeared during a banking collapse when investors went under and a government investigation followed suit. Silver Ladder retainers, consultants, and cleaners quietly claimed the property a few weeks later.
El Toro and Wallace get along famously despite their divergent political opinions, possibly because no other mage can hold the Thyrsus Councilor’s attention for as long. El Toro is well-rooted in the circles of men. The provost’s prognostications foretell the success of ventures and new trends, allowing Wallace to position himself to take maximum advantage of the next wave.
El Toro doesn’t disclose what he can do magically, but Fate seems to adore him anyways.
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