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'i'm a little teapot'


[b]Character Name:[/b] Caesar Tyrius Veln

[b]Sex|gender:[/b] Male 

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing 5'7 tall, Caesar is quite handsome with a well trimmed beard, nicely kept brown hair matching his hazel eyes, his stature emanates the confidence of someone who knows what he wants and will do what it takes to have it. His outfits vary, from coats, vests or just plain shirts, but he is almost never seen without a scarf and a cane.

[b]Distinguishing features: [/b] Always displays his Rose somewhere in his outfit, be it in the pocket of his suit, coat, tied in his scarf, hanging like a pendant, or any other way. 

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Occupation:[/b] Owner of the Silver rose 

[b]Crime:[/b] Human trafficking ( Guilty ) accessory to murder and torture ( Guilty )  

[b]Starting Equipment:[/b] Double-Barrel flintlock pistol

[b]Personal Items: [/b]A Rose delicately crafted out of silver and golden details, with the symbol of the silver rose engraved in it's petals, varying from languages and styles in each of the petals. only four other people in the kingdom have roses like these, being made for the high management of the Silver rose.

[b]Personality:[/b] Caesar is quite friendly for someone in his position, although maybe not for the best of reasons, A life dealing with the best and worst of Algria has taught him that the best contacts come from the weirdest places, so you should never turn someone down before first seeing if they come of use. but regardless of his demeanor, his lust for power always comes first, and he wouldn't hesitate to throw his friends under the bus if it helps him reach his goals.

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Character Quest: [/b]get revenge upon those who were involved in his arrest, primarily the four others that posssess roses like his, including Kolton, and find a way to once more have power and wealth.

[b]Bio: [/b] Son of Ronald Veln, head of Veln industries and Sarah Ahlia Tyr, a wealthy merchant, Caesar spent his early days in Algria being raised in a life of wealth, since young he was set to become the next head in line for the his fathers family company, famous for it's precisely crafted weaponry, used mostly by nobles due to their aesthetic value. However, it seemed luck had something else up it's sleeve.

Supposed to inherit the company at age 30, Caesar found himself venturing into another business at age 23, specifically, he brought upon the attention of a wealthy investor called Kolton mcroy, who, seeing the advantages of having ties to both the Tyr family and the Veln family, decided to invest in Caesar. together they brought upon the creation of The Silver rose envisioned by Caeser, a fantastic place which offered the most luxurious parties, with it's magnificent visuals, highest quality cuisine and the best men and women one could expect. 

It didn't take much for it to become a booming business, as it became a sensation among the wealthiest, and most noble people in Algria, many would travel from their comfortable mansions just for a night in the Silver rose, but Caesar wanted more, still shadowed by his parents fortune, and with ambition coursing through his veins, he used contacts with some of Algrias most dangerous families, and set up something extra for the Silver rose. and so, underneath this palace of sin and luxury they had built, a trade route of slaves and bodies was set up. facilitated by the lack of public access to the area, as it was exclusive to only the most powerful, and some bribes here and there helped to.

At age 27 Caesar and the rose were at their highest, his fortune kept growing ever closer to his parents, and soon he would inherit Veln industries as well, making him one of the richest people in the land. But, as always is, what fortune gives, fortune takes away. and as he neared his 28th birthday, he got into an argument with Kolton and his other three business partners, they wanted bigger shares off the slave trading, as most of that money was given to Caesar, and Caesar, blinded by his lust for fortune, laughed at them, as they left frustrated, with one warning being ushered by them as they left. "you'll regret this"

and in fact, he did. the night before his birthday, as preparations were being made for one of the biggest parties he had ever thrown. Officials barged into his mansion, taking him arrested, his schemes revealed, he watched as despite all his efforts and wealth they sentenced him to the gallows, power stripped from him, his life was over. or so he thought. it seemed lady luck had smiled upon him once more, as a prisoner outbreak occurred while he was awaiting his fate, grasping the opportunity, Caesar joined many others in the Bastards Bastion, with a newly refreshed wish for revenge, and power.



Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nozJHtuautU&feature=youtu.be

RP Example: It was Beautiful, the finest craftsmanship his fortune could afford back then, perfectly made to resemble a blooming rose, it shone under the sunlight with it's golden linings and the logo of the Silver rose engraved in it. it felt cold to his touch, but it seethed in memories and emotions. Caeser begun spinning the rose slowly in his grasp, as his mind drifted to not so long ago, the days in which he had it all, but all good things must come to an end, mustn't they?.

Something in him wished he had never gotten involved in what he had, but those waters are long gone now, fortune has given him a second chance. emerging from his thoughts, He was looking through a window in the airship he found himself in, with people he barely knew. he wondered if any of them knew of the Silver rose, no, none of them looked the type, at least from what he could tell. he hadn't really been paying much attention.

giving another glace out the window, he sighed, truly fate had given him another chance, and he wasn't going to let it slip. he'd have his revenge, and if he couldn't have the Silver rose, then no one could. gripping the cane at his side, and storing the rose carefully at his coats pocket, he took a deep breath and turned around. walking away from the window, trying to lock away the thought that bothered him the most, for fortune had given him a second chance, but what fortune gives, fortune takes away.
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