[center][color=#F6DDCC][i][h1] Erik von Rothschild of the Empire of Veredun [/h1][/i][/color][/center] Once more, Erik laughed. To be quite frank, Erik really didn't think he was all that attractive. Most people in Veredun looked like him, well those in central Veredun anyway. Tall, lean, blonde hair, blue eyes- these were very common features in Veredun. So common that Erik hardly got a second glance from most people. When he did, it was usually for his behavior as opposed to his physical appearance. As a result of this, he often found it amusing how people from other kingdoms found him attractive. But a compliment was a compliment after all. "Oh that's mighty praise coming from you," Erik remarked with a grin. Alejandro was renowned for his eclectic fashion and his bold choices in the fashion industry. While Erik wasn't one to keep up with fashion, he did accept that Alejandro knew a thing or two about style. His entire knowledge of fashion came from either Anastasia and Adelaide, or Yelena. And because of Yelena, Erik had been trying to keep up with fashion. "Oh I'm sure," Erik answered with another chuckle when Alejandro began to comment on the simplicity of his outfit. "But unfortunately, I'm just not as bold as you are." Very few people could carry off bold prints and jewelry the way Alejandro did. Actually, Erik had never quite met anyone else who could. But he was glad the medals were somewhat appreciated. Had it been up to Erik, he'd have worn just one or two. But because he was representing Veredun in an official capacity, he had to look the part. He could hear his grandmother's stern voice ringing in his ears at the very thought of the subject. And it was not a pleasant sound. "The sea is my mistress after all," Erik answered with a wide grin. "Although, I am sorry to hear that." Hair was one part of his appearance that Erik was actually invested in. It was not that his hair was particularly tough to manage, but prolonged exposure to the oceans and it's salty, humid air had a way of drying out his hair. A few months after joining the Veredunian navy, Erik found that his hair was starting to turn increasingly dry and brittle. It had started to loose it's natural luster. And really, who liked dull hair? "The sea breeze has its own way of ruining the texture of your hair entirely. It's so hard to keep up," Erik began. "As soon as I got here, I had to deep condition my hair twice- once with a leave in conditioner, and once with a hair mask," he continued, briefly pausing to finish the last sip of his champagne. "And while we're on the topic of hair, my sister actually introduced me to this great leave in conditioner. Works wonders on my hair. Remind me to introduce that to you," he commented with a brief nod. Once more, Erik switched out his empty flute of champagne for a fresh one. The bubbly liquid was far too sweet and light for his tastes. From the corner of his eyes, he watched Vera walk around the crowded ballroom. If Erik craved something stronger, he was sure that Vera did too. Almost every time he'd seen her, she was either drinking strong- vodka, or wine with a high percentage. Depending on the situation. That was one thing they shared in common- both of them liked their drinks [i]strong.[/i] Well, that and Yelena. But Erik's attention flickered back to Alejandro when he heard him speak. "So far so good," Erik answered with a wide grin. He had to admit, this was not what his usual parties looked like. The parties Erik hosted and attended were quite informal, and rather... [i]wild.[/i] The atmosphere was a lot more relaxed and energetic, the music was far a lot louder and energetic, alcohol was stronger. It was just fun. Although, if Erik was around the fun quickly got out of hand. The last party he ha attended somehow began in one of his mansions and ended in a zoo. Now, Erik had no recollection of how and when the party moved. All he knew was that he woke up in the bear enclosure, fast asleep on a large brown bear. But clearly, this was not one of [i]those[/i] parties. "Well, what can I say?" Erik began with a light chuckle. "I know how to have a good time." While this was not really Erik's scene, he knew that he would be the only one of his siblings and relatives who would actually come. As did Juliet. Every one of his relatives was far more serious, a lot more involved with their work. Even Anastasia who technically was a celebrity was preoccupied with other things. Of course, most of these things involved finding ways to undercut Juliet and take the throne for her self, but she was preoccupied nonetheless. And it wasn't that Erik wasn't busy either. He was. He really did have a lot to do. But he needed this- he needed to get away from Veredun. Get as far away as possible, and this time the Navy just didn't do. He couldn't be around anything that reminded him of Veredun, not now. He needed this break to recompose himself before he returned. And if the break involved reuniting with old friends, drinking alcohol and having a good time in general, who was he to say no? [hider=Erik's Outfit for the Ball] [img]https://www.gosee.de/prev/900x/images/content3big/big69p9237-superstudio.jpg[/img] [quote]Erik's Tuxedo[/quote] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4b/44/11/4b4411ffe06be059c82ceef3e008f741.jpg[/img] [quote]The Veredunian medals of honor that are pinned to Erik's tuxedo. The medals reflect his royal heritage, noble rank, title and rank in the Veredunian navy.[/quote] [/hider] [@ayzrules]