[center][/center] [hider=ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀsʜɪᴏɴ.] [center] [indent] [/indent][h2][b][i]L o r d F i n n e g a n O a k[/i][/b] 𝓼[/h2] [img]https://i.imgur.com/YUD5MlW.jpg?1[/img] [h3][b][i][sup][sup]“Touché.”[/sup][/sup][/i][/b][/h3][/center] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Finnegan “Finny” Oaks[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Lord[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓐𝓰𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]27[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Male[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Handsomely arrogant and all the more devious, there is not a chip on his firm, square shoulders but two devils, both sitting proper with romantic quips and silver tongues, ready to make up for any etiquette instances that might render him less than a gentleman. Although he might sport the mind of a mad man, Finnegan is a blonde hair and blue eyed cherub, sculpted with a square jaw, chiseled cheeks, and a well groomed facial in the likeness of a polite mustache. He has sandy blonde hair, and striking blue eyes with long, thick lashes. Finnegan is quite the pretty man, and his attire is nothing less than dapper, even if he does at times enjoy his fashion with a more relaxed wardrobe from time-to-time when dwelling within the comfort of his own abode. Finnegan is taller than the average man, but he wishes he could be a fair bit taller. It is said that women love a tall man. However, despite his improbable wish, the man has not any real trouble suiting himself with a woman or two for his romantic charades. He is not one for commitment as he finds most women a bore, even the ones that have successfully dressed their petticoats and lined their bloomers in the remarkable studies of Madame Geraldine's Finishing School. He is a strong as well as dashing in looks. His skin is fair and not just because the man has a hard time keeping a tan. Finnegan spends most of his time in doors and tends to fancy himself with a hat and coat when leaving his domain. He has no reason to assume himself needlessly with the sun, being a vain man in all the wrong ways but one, as [i]Being a gentleman never goes out of fashion.[/i] [/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]The Polytechnique Institute of Arts and Sciences[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]The Scholar Guild[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]The man has an incredibly sharp sense of smell (and therefore, taste). For better or for worse in both parties' cases he can almost smell your thoughts. He likes to attribute his smell to the success in his Le Parfum Operando and supple abilities to house his lovers. There are other things like murder and mad things he likes to puff under his ascot, but as an evil genius, he knows that humility of the sport is part of the show.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Perfumist, especially if you want your potion dowsed in chloroform or have the ability to make the rotting corpse under the floorboard become your guests' favorite aroma.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT] From the outside, Finnegan looks like a good vain, flirty perfumist, ever so handsome and always well dressed. He is rarely ever known to be single, and when he is, it's a madhouse of business coming his way. One would think that perhaps his marital status is only to boost his business. As playful as he is with the women, he is a polite man and will never hesitate to offer himself as a wing. He likes to think of himself as a charitable man who makes everyone look good (which is why some people have to die from time-to-time). A man should be fashionable wherever he is, no matter where he is, or who is in his company. With that said, he will stand up for his beliefs when the time is right, and he will not hesitate to step on some toes -- even if might look more like he is playing footsies with his opposition. Finnegan is sharp and concerned with details. He does not expect everyone to be such, but the ones who are not are definitely not the company he prefers to keep around him. That is not to say he does not mind losing a few battles. A good spar always sharpens the man, and besides, he knows how to make the losses look like wins, even if he is not one for mistakes. They are inevitable to be made, but in all fairness, he does not see any point in being too cheeky or sarcastic about them. Wearing such humor is too cheap for his liking, and he has expensive taste. He will make sure his date is dressed properly before taking her anywhere. He expects his arm candy to be just as fashionably acceptable as he is. It is a agreed that the man is a fine young gentleman. However, this is far from the truth. He is a sneaky bastard with an appetite for murder. He thinks of the people around him as some sort of instrument, made to be fixed because they are just so terribly broken. He would like to control them and better them for his own good and liking. He would like to recreate their lives, as if to make them into his own ballet of death. If he could simply control them into killing each other for fun and glory, he would be... so much more at peace with himself. Yet, he has not quite understood how to make such potions and perfumes with such beautiful, subtle, and powerful nodes. [/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Bombs, Poison, and a Keen Sense of Smell and Taste. Chemistry and tedious knowledge of molecules, instruments, subtle information, and mixing ingredients are all very important to skills for the military. Finnegan also has charisma and a lack of conscious for how deadly his man-made, air born disease could become. And, he also has a sense of flair to him -- the hazardous gas being sprayed at the enemy smells a lot like the sweetest flowers of irresistible Mademoiselle's garden back at home. However, if a silent odor is in demand, Finnegan can mask the scents of the poisonous aromas as well as any spies that need an extra layer of cover-up. [/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Silent but Deadly: [color=burlywood]⥊[/color]Poison (Perfume, Drinks) [color=burlywood]⥊[/color]Knives [color=burlywood]⥊[/color]Garrotes (Wires, Ties, Scarves, Rope, Strings)[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Finnegan enjoys meeting his at the local Coffee Shops or Pubs. The fine dances and balls are none too extravagant for his escapades, either. The best thing about perfumes are when the nodes will decide their victim's time of death, and Finnegan prefers them to have at least let the guest leave the vicinity of where the crime happened before making a mess. It's so much more polite that way and leaves less finger prints. He is after all, the Life Saving Perfumist.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT][color=burlywood]⥊[/color]Explosive Chemistry, Magic, Mathematics, and Myalo [color=burlywood]⥊[/color]Nefarious Narcotics for a Deranged Doctor [color=burlywood]⥊[/color]Deadly Plants and Deadlier Poisons [color=burlywood]⥊[/color]Maintaining a Suitably Chaotic Laboratory[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]The first obstacle to having such a fine sense of smell starts at infancy. Finnegan's nursemaid found it incredibly difficult to keep the boy from starving. His stomach seemed to be upset almost perpetually, and any thought of his mother seemed to transpire into a scent that turned a peaceful nap into an hour of loud yearning. If he was not born to such a well-to-do family, Finnegan might as well have been left for dead, being so impossible to feed and console. Thankfully, there are things called perfumes that can set the soul alight. His mother was quite fond of fancy and frilly things. His parents were, after all, noble and quite fond of the finer things. Therefore, Finnegan enjoys the more deluxe smells. However, he has an appreciation and curiosity for the more toxic and putrid aromas. He likes to think of scents as chords for music, and they say so much about a person, which brings the second hardest thing about having a fine sense of smell. As a child, he realized that he could smell people's emotions or when people were “Off-Key.” They could say one thing and sway another way, “Why, your grandfather is so delighted!” but “Oh, why does he smell how he does when he is angry?” For Finnegan, it was is as if he was living a world where everyone is constantly lying about who or what they truly are. Such a confusing situation can lead such a sharp-willed young man to the brinks of insanity, really. Slowly or perhaps, it was quickly, Finnegan began to realize most humans are extremely out of touch with their own bodies, and it became a game. He could smell the truth; and he could see and hear what the person wanted him to believe; and he knew certain words or actions could nudge a person one way or the other; and he began toying with these letters of the law. He rearranged them to his own liking, creating his own songs. As young as elementary, he began playing with different scents such as lavender or basil. At first, it was too offset the condition, and later, it was to implore a more devious route for something that he realized was too chaotic to control from his standpoint. Still, he was desperate to be the Pied Piper with aromas. The first successful experiment Finnegan performed with perfume was putting his Nanny to bed early with the use of Lavender and Jasmine after realizing she was exhausted. He was then later able to mind himself with other such things of which she would have never let him do while under her watch. Of course he understood this fairly easily, which lead to being the third hardest part about being born with such a keen sense of smell. He became controlling and power hungry and sought to further explore this genre of intellect. His father was not keen on his son running some dandy's line of play and pamper, however. He was a wealthy man, suited with ties to the bank and the counsel a like. He wanted to raise Finnegan into a much more well-rounded manner -- as a gentleman. Finnegan agreed, Dandies were never allowed to be vulgar, and where he wanted to go, vulgarity was a necessary. Through word of mouth and some recommendation by colleagues, Monsieur Oak sent his son to The Polytechnique Institute of Arts and Sciences. In all respect, he was proud of his son. This acclaimed academia was quite sought after, and to think his eldest would be a graduate of such a fine prestige was an honor. Finnegan had been a troubled child due to his sensitive tastes, but here, he was being suited and tailored into a vocation of brotherhood, chivalry, and truth. Finnegan graduated with the title of Evil Genius, which he uses only at certain times, more concerned with actions than words to prove his worth. Although, he will not hesitate to try and inflate someone's head to be bigger than their hat -- this idea comes with his profession as a Perfumist: making one seem better than he is. And a very fine Perfumist he is. Finengan's Parfumeur is acclaimed to re-tune the body's senses, while also exemplifying the beauties of each customer's personality and goal. Parfumeur is quite popular, not just amongst the ladies. A small trend to confess him as some sort of doctor has begun to cherish around his clientele. He is a miracle worker! However, to think such a man of great honor existed in this society would be a great laugh at the brothels. The man is as sinister. The Art of a Perfect Murder, Finnegan believes, is nothing if the corpse cannot be at least hidden under your floor board and made to be an aroma that your guests cannot help but delightfully notice and desire to compliment without any hesitation. [/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Evil Genius[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Finnegan is a playboy and is quite proud of it. He has no real desire for marriage, even if he has had women made to believe they were about to be the Chosen One. His belief is that no woman is smart enough for him, and men, well... They are all buffoons (especially the homosexual ones).[/INDENT][/hider] [hider=ᴡɪᴘᴘɪɴ'][center][h2][b][i]L o r d F i n n e g a n O a k[/i][/b] 𝓼[/h2] [i]“A gentleman is a patient wolf.”[/i][/center] [center][h3][b][i][sup]A l e x a n d e r D a m i e n A m i d a l e[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“The most gorgeous man for whom I will never have any attraction.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L a d y A l y s s a n a G r e y[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“A woman whose heart I would never wish to break.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L o r d C h r i s t o p h e r G r e y[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“A person who persistently manages to somehow be my friend.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L a d y R o w e n a H e n r i e t t a I m p e r i a - A i r w r i g h t[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“She has the most intrusive smell of transparency.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]C a p t a i n A d r i a n n a I p h i g e n i a K i n g s f o r d[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“-”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L o r d W a l t e r O a k s[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“My poor dear brother.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]C h a r l o t t e R o s a l i n d V e r n e l l[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“-”[/i] Relation Details [/center][/hider] [hider=ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ.] [center] [indent] [/indent][h2][b][i]L o r d W a l t e r O a k[/i][/b] 𝓼[/h2] [img]https://i.imgur.com/XSOEFop.jpg[/img] [h3][b][i][sup][sup]“en garde?”[/sup][/sup][/i][/b][/h3][/center] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Walter Oaks[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Lord[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓐𝓰𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]22[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Male[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Walter is the younger, more timidly studious Lord Finnegan Oaks. Their noses and face shape are quite similar. Even their stature and height are almost indistinguishably the same. However, his smile is more genuine, and his eyes are more kindhearted. He also has brown hair, which is kept less styled than that of his older counterpart, and his fashion sense is also more modest in approach. The young man appears to not have a single mean bone in him, and his earnest expression seems to be a constant struggle for him to stitch upon the seams of his blazers. He is usually found in more earthen colors and makes use of lightly colored accessories to keep from being too drab. His most common ventricles of flair are his neckties and his wrist watches. On occasion, he will sport a hat even tucked with a feather. On lesser occasions, he can be seen wearing a pair of spectacles, lowcut machinery suggested by his mother dearest when he would work long hours with small variables. However, his most notable features are probably his puppy dog eyes, so eager to please.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Private Tutors[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]The Scholar Guild[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Mathematics and Machinery are the two atria of Walter's heart, but he prefers one over the other. He believes Math to be the fundamentals of life and everything in the world. It is the universal language, and yet despite all the equations and algorithms he can conjure in the silence of a breath alone, the greatest equation he cannot solve is the one that ties him so dearly to his brother.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Perfumist's Assistant at Le Parfum Operando[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]If it were not for Finnegan, Walter would be a Momma's Boy. Since such is not that case, it could be said that his personality is identical in some ways to his older brother's likeness, but he has a stammer at times due to a shy habit of being under-exposed to society. He is also not pompous about his title nor his love affairs (he has not had any to be noted). It is believed that Walter is the more genuine of the two, and if he had been in the shoes of Finnegan, he may have taken a more heroic role as the heir to the Oak Family Lineage. Unfortunately, assumptions of this sort cannot be made in concrete fact. Walter is known to be quite the curious creature and makes no hesitation in asking for small but awkward petty talk. However, he has no outward inquiries with lying or helping his brother with his vein of interests. If anything, his more polite and angelic style causes all the more shelter and protection for the eccentric perfumery's operations.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]As the [i]much needed[/i] Assistant of Finnegan Oaks, Walter has been requested to accompany his brother into the war.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Calculated but Unpredictable: [color=burlywood]⥊[/color] Potions [color=burlywood]⥊[/color] Words -- [i]Sticks & Stones may break your bones, but your every day thoughts control you.[/i][/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]With the sincerest of apologies and the most secretive of locations due to severe stalking and unconstitutional manipulation of the victim's perception and whereabouts, Walter is not known to have ever killed a man nor hurt one directly.[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT][color=burlywood]⥊[/color] Biology [color=burlywood]⥊[/color] Chemistry [color=burlywood]⥊[/color] Machinery [color=burlywood]⥊[/color] Mathematics[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]The young man Walter is none other than the the younger brother of Finnegan Oaks. He was born almost a decade after his brother's own right and is nonetheless the frailer of the two, even if he kept his wits to some, much less diabolical degree. The house servants saw him as Finnegan’s personal puppy, and Finnegan saw him as him as being insensitively sensitive. The boy has a heart, though, and he appears to be trying his hardest to make himself whatever it is he is trying to make of himself, and therefore, as the older brother, Finnegan has always seen some mysteriously need to protect the boy, as the older brother he has been bound in duty and title. He was reared in a much more sheltered environment than Finnegan. It was not by choice, per say, but because he was undeniably faint all the time and could not make himself useful without falling ill many of times. Therefore, he was tucked under his sheets for most of his life and rarely known outside the manor. Even his education was taught from the privacy of his room. (He left his room more than this biography gives him justice, but in order to more properly explain the predicament of his ailments, such an analogy is being used.) For such a reason, Finnegan is one of Walter's only friends. In reality, Walter has a quite corrupted adoration for his older brother for such a reason and more. His knowledge of the outside world is all textbook based and taken as his imaginings of whatever Finnegan contrived to tell him. There is also a secret that Finnegan may have accidentally been the childish incident of Walter's illness, but as far as anyone can tell, the two are still closely knit (at least, for those who know of Walter). Nonetheless, even if his greatest feat is in counting and stretching the limits of logistics, his ability to calculate his relationship with his brother is mysteriously unsolvable to many. (Lady Alyssana and Lord Christopher Grey are among the few.) Walter's knowledge of the affairs between his family and the counsel are known, of course. He may even have a better script of what is happening than Finnegan does. The only problem is that he has never really lived outside of his manor to grasp the true effects of the political powers that tie and knot the society together. Most of his learning are merely concepts and theories and his wildish dreams that attempt to piece the puzzles of this world together. Finnegan has always been quite adamant that Walter remains as wondering about reality as opposed to being self-imposed that he knows exactly how the world works, though. For that, Walter has safe-kept his boyish side with great conditioned measurement. And yes, there are many of times when Finnegan was not around him, especially during his time at the Polytech Institute and while creating his own manors of interest. Thus, Walter began tinkering with mechanics, creating his own friends through metal and refinery. His expeditions through machinery did not stretch as far as he may have hoped, but a small hobby of kindling intricate instruments of clockwork and steam power have never left his finger tips. His bedroom is the greatest example of this as it is lined with his boyish imagination and endeavors. Walking into his room is like walking into a place lived by someone who has never truly grown up, and his brother is rather protective over this aspect of him. In fact, Finnegan has even requested to take Walter under his wing at his perfumery, and Walter has more than happily accepted the honor. [/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]-[/INDENT] [color=burlywood][b]⏳𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻[/b] ――――――――――[/color] [INDENT]Walter's first love being Finnegan, he has no desire to sever any ties between each other. He does not always agree with his brother's methods especially on murder and how he corresponds with women, but he has no backbone to say anything against him. He loves his brother to a fault quite dearly and will not resign anything negative against him for such a reason. Instead, Walter cherishes Finnegan and looks up to him a some sort of infallible hero.[/INDENT][/hider] [hider=ᴡɪᴘᴘɪɴ'][center][h2][b][i]L o r d W a l t e r O a k[/i][/b] 𝓼[/h2] [i]“n/a.”[/i][/center] [center][h3][b][i][sup]A l e x a n d e r D a m i e n A m i d a l e[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“Why is he so beautiful?”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]H e l e n a A n n e t t e B u r t o n[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“An interesting acquaintance...”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L a d y A l y s s a n a G r e y[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“Her scowl makes complimenting her to other people nearly impossible.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L o r d C h r i s t o p h e r G r e y[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“A good fellow I hope he shall always be.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L a d y R o w e n a H e n r i e t t a I m p e r i a - A i r w r i g h t[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“What a terrible misfortune it is for her to wander.”[/i] Relation Details [h3][b][i][sup]L o r d F i n n e g a n O a k s[/sup][/i][/b][/h3] [i]“My love. My life. My brother.”[/i] Relation Details[/center][/hider]