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Character Compilation!

36. ADRIANNA IPHIGENIA KINGSFORD

(Originally from Proper Young Killing Machines (PV))
Inspired by: a little of Taylor's Sira character from Veiled Isles/Ballet of Blades in SW (#rip)

CS: urstyle.com/styles/489844

PYKM NPC

Name: Captain Adrianna Iphigenia Kingsford
Age: 29
Faceclaim: Marion Cotillard
Guild: Aeronaut
Guild gift: The usual enhanced physical abilities characteristic of Aeronauts-augmented senses, superhuman strength, lightning-fast reflexes, and whatnot. Not as fast as some of her counterparts, though
Personality: Adrianna is as steadfast as a mountain. She never seems to tire, and she throws herself wholeheartedly into her duties. Adrianna is extremely loyal, and very analytical. She can be a bit cold and unfeeling, sometimes, and she's not very people-smart. Adrianna is a bit on the quiet side, and she can be rather stoic, but she is pretty damn good with a gun.

Mini-bio: Born to a moderately important Aeronaut family, Adrianna has followed the footsteps of her parents and grandparents and great-grandparents and devoted her life to serving the Aeronaut Guild, and by extension, the Council. Her mother, however, firmly believed that simply knowing how to shoot a gun was not enough-an Aeronaut needed to be able to spy and manipulate, as well. She sent Adrianna to Madame Geraldine's, where she excelled in courses regarding guns and swords and physical confrontations, but did not do as well in the etiquette classes. Nevertheless, Adrianna enjoyed her time at the finishing school, and she is finding some of the skills she learned there particularly useful in her career, especially now that she has to lead this investigation.

Additional Information: Became best friends with Rowena Imperia-Airwright during finishing school. Their relationship is...complicated, at best, but Adrianna definitely values Rowena's input on anything to do with etiquette and espionage.

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Captain Adrianna Iphigenia Kingsford

𝓒aptain 𝓐drianna 𝓘phigenia 𝓚ingsford was born to a moderately important Legionnaire family. Adrianna has followed the footsteps of her parents and grandparents and great-grandparents and devoted her life to serving the Legionnaire Guild, and by extension, the Council. Her mother, however, firmly believed that simply knowing how to shoot a gun was not enough-a Legionnaire needed to be able to spy and manipulate, as well. She sent Adrianna to Madame Geraldine's, where she excelled in courses regarding guns and swords and physical confrontations, but did not do as well in the etiquette classes. Nevertheless, Adrianna enjoyed her time at the finishing school, and she is finding some of the skills she learned there particularly useful in her career, especially now that she has to lead this investigation. She became best friends with Rowena Imperia-Airwright during finishing school. Their relationship is...complicated, at best, but Adrianna definitely values Rowena's input on anything to do with etiquette and espionage.

𝓐drianna possesses the usual enhanced physical abilities characteristic of Legionnaires-augmented senses, a seemingly infinite amount of stamina, lightning-fast reflexes and speed, and whatnot. Steadfast and reliable, Adrianna never seems to tire, and she throws herself wholeheartedly into her duties. Adrianna is extremely loyal, and very analytical. She can be a bit cold and unfeeling, sometimes, and she's not very people-smart. Adrianna is a bit on the quiet side, and she can be rather stoic, but one must admit that she is pretty damn good with a gun. She is currently twenty-nine years old.

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35. ROWENA HENRIETTA IMPERIA-AIRWRIGHT

(Originally from Proper Young Killing Machines (PV))
Inspired by: Mai Mei, Noelle Selwyn, Maria Moretti, et cetera

Urstyle CS (most up-to-date version): urstyle.com/topic/2204999/topic

Lady Rowena Henrietta Imperia-Airwright (RPG PYKM Reboot)

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Rowena Henrietta Imperia-Airwright, though that's Lady Rowena Henrietta Imperia-Airwright to you, thank you very much

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Lady; she’s the niece of the Minister of the Merchant Guild, for heavens’ sake. Of course she’s a lady.

🎀𝓐𝓰𝓮
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🎀𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Female

🎀𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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With her rosebud lips and inky black locks, Rowena is nothing if not classically beautiful. Her hair falls all the way down to her very fashionable waist, and she has a slender figure that does well with narrower silhouettes (but less so the cage crinoline-in her opinion, at least). Her porcelain-pale complexion is a result of years and years of hats and parasols to keep the sun off her face, and her eyes are a deep chocolate brown color, framed with a set of eyelashes that she makes longer using cosmetics. Rowena has a heart-shaped face and long, thin fingers are more often than not covered with a pair of very expensive gloves.

Rowena wears a lot of pinks, reds, and whites, and she is quite fond of floral patterns and silk rosettes and the like. She adores fans (bladed ones, especially) and parasols (with plenty of lace to hide pockets filled with useful things, of course), and always carries around a reticule (for handkerchiefs, red lace doilies, lemon juice, and perfume). Rowena likes to wear lip tints and rogues that are a tad too dark and red to not be scandalous, and her necklines are daringly low-cut. In terms of gowns, Rowena favors simple but elegant dresses that show off her impeccable taste and her family’s wealth in a refined, understated manner.

Most people who see Rowena describe her as alluring and elegant (if a bit dainty and delicate-looking); some go as far as to call her “doll-like”. She moves with a fluid and practiced grace, every step, every movement measured and precise. Her features are usually carefully arranged in an expression of polite interest, and pleasant smiles fall easily across her painted lips-though those who are keener observers will notice that they rarely ever reach her eyes, which remain as sharp as ever, even when she laughs.

🎀𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Madame Geraldine's Finishing School for Young Ladies of Quality

🎀𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭
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Scholar (Scholarly Society)

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Rowena is gifted with enhanced mental abilities, including the ability to remember nearly everything she reads and hears. She is also capable of basic telepathy; when she was young, her telepathy was so overwhelming that it drowned out the entire world around her, but after Rowena learned how to control it-how to turn it “on” and “off”-her life became a lot easier. It’s easiest for her to “hear” what somebody is currently thinking, as opposed to going through their memories themselves, which requires a hell of a lot more concentration (and ideally, the two would be alone in a room together, otherwise the thoughts of everybody else around them would crowd into Rowena’s mind and make it hard to focus). Rowena’s telepathy extends to a range of about twenty feet in all directions.

Although she is not currently able to mentally communicate with others (and have them “think” back at her), this is a skill that Rowena very much wants to perfect, as it would make future operations a lot easier. She has been practicing, but it’s really not as easy as it sounds.

🎀𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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Rowena is not officially employed; as the soon-to-be-wife of a wealthy air-merchant, she is not expected to do much besides run the household and host extravagant parties. In reality, though, Rowena is second only to her uncle in the large criminal empire that he runs-she is more powerful than most everyone in all matters concerning her family’s “business”. Aside from that, Rowena has a penchant for stealing secrets and jewelry, if being a liar and a thief can be called a "job", and nowadays she also has her position as Captain Kingsford's second-in-command to deal with.

🎀𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Rowena has always been a people person. There is something about her that seems to draw others to her-whether it's her carefree laugh, her twinkling eyes, or her bright smiles, no one can say. She can be a sultry, intoxicating temptress, capable of charming the secrets right out of others with a coy glance and a flutter of her long eyelashes, or an innocent, demure young lady who has absolutely nothing to hide but plenty of gossip to share. She thinks with her heart when she needs to, but uses her brain at the same time.

Behind brown eyes sparkling with mirth and delicate lips curved up in a half-flirtatious, half-demure smile is a woman made of steel who is keenly aware of her surroundings. Rowena processes vast amounts of information all at once, taking in people's actions, words, and emotions at the same time and forming a conclusion based on what she sees and what she knows. She's always been especially good at reading people like an open book. Sharply observant, perceptive, and brutally analytical, Rowena is able to detect even the most subtle shifts of emotion, assess entire situations with one inconspicuous sweep of her wide brown eyes, and kill a man in a dozen different ways while dancing the waltz. Rowena is constantly listening, though she’ll rarely tell the world what she's thinking.

Enigmatically charismatic and exuding an air of elegant refinement, Rowena puts up a playful and coquettish front all while maintaining a certain air of mystery that makes her that much more attractive. Depending on the people around her, Rowena is either a charming, polite young lady of considerable wealth and status or a deadly and alluring seductress of equally considerable wealth and status. Rowena is not “smart” in the traditional sense of the word-complicated mathematics and the latest development in air-travel technology all go straight over her head, though she is able to hold her own in conversations about a wide variety of “sophisticated” topics. When around “polite” society, Rowena hides her true nature behind expensive gowns and delicate lace, pretending that she is an innocent little girl with easily offended morals. She has mastered the right combination of sugary sweetness and sharp wit to detract attention from her real intentions as she shrewdly advances her own agenda.

Rowena is ferociously loyal to her family. Rowena believes that family is everything, and she is fiercely protective of people that she considers part of her family. She is scarily manipulative, and she isn’t afraid of resorting to less savory methods to achieve her goals. Rowena is calm and collected in times of crisis, and she rarely allows herself to panic. She is truly afraid of very, very few people, and she holds no qualms against playing others like a violin to get what she wants, all while smiling prettily and sipping tea from a dainty porcelain tea cup. Sly, shrewd, and cunning, Rowena is an ice queen dressed in ruffles and lace.

If one is able to see past the many, many layers and intricacies of Rowena Imperia-Airwright, one would come face-to-face with an intensely driven yet extremely insecure woman who has been bottling up her emotions for much too long. Rowena may be willing to sacrifice everything for her family, but she doesn’t know what it is that she truly wants. Rowena does not know who she actually is, and it makes her wonder-is there anything to her besides the mask that she wears in front of others?

🎀𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?
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Besides being Captain Kingsford's best friend from finishing school, Rowena and Captain Kingsford are pretty much complete opposites. Adrianna Kingsford is the strong, silent type who would rather go into a conflict head-on with all the subtlety of a charging bull, while Rowena prefers her pretty words and prettier bladed fans, paired with insults and threats disguised as compliments. But for some reason, the two work wonderfully together...or they do, when Adrianna isn't accusing Rowena of being a liar and a thief while Rowena plays coy with her.

Nevertheless, Rowena has the entirety of her uncle's criminal empire at her back, as well as all the power and influence that comes with being the niece of the Pirate Minister, so she is most definitely someone you would like by your side. She is also capable of lying, seducing, and manipulating her way out of any situation, and her telepathy is very useful when it comes to trying to find out information that others don't want her to find out.

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷
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Rowena's first-choice weapon will always be words, but after that, she's fond of all kinds of knives and daggers (mostly bladed fans and tiny little daggers with ornate hilts that can be disguised as hairpins). Rowena also has a soft spot for garrottes disguised as dance cards, and who could ever say no to a bit of blackmail or poison?

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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None at all, or one so heavily veiled that only someone as conniving as Rowena herself would pick it up. Also fond of insulting and flattering someone in the same breath.

Rowena very rarely will confront someone directly, and she is not one for drawn-out physical altercations either (they're so horribly uncouth).

🎀𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Bladed Fan Dueling and Parasol Pummeling, Applying Etiquette to Espionage, Stealing Secrets for the Advanced Scholar, Strategic Seduction, Discreet Deceit for a Young Lady of Quality

🎀𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Revenge.

That is all Rowena’s life has ever been.

Revenge, and power, and justice. Justice, in the most convoluted sense of the word.

The ruthless criminal empire that Rowena’s uncle runs is far from just. But that is perhaps what they believe in the most: bringing those who wronged them to justice.

The oh-so-mysterious Council thinks that they are completely in charge of Hourglass City. They think that they are the ultimate authority. Rowena knows better.

Yes, the power of the five Councillors-one for each Guild-is great. That, Rowena has to admit. But Rowena knows better, because she knows their deepest, darkest secrets. Rowena's spent her entire adult life stealing people's secrets.

It’s not easy, of course. It’s something that Rowena perfected at finishing school, and a skill that came rather slowly, after she mastered the basics. Even now, she wouldn’t say she’s good at it-only that she is capable, if needed.

Of course, there are very few people in the world who know what Rowena can do. And most people never know what hits them, when Rowena shows up to blackmail them with some incriminating piece of information or another. They never know what hit them-Rowena attends balls with her ridiculously flamboyant and outrageously fashionable friend, a certain Alexander Amidale, and while their hosts are busy drinking sherry and champagne and dancing and playing cards and smoking cigars, Rowena steals their secrets. It's not terribly hard, really: all it requires is some coy flirting and coquettish glances and some time…alone. It certainly isn’t as hard as the waiting Rowena has endured.

Because her enemies may have forgotten, but Rowena has not: she will never forget how her father had taken a great interest in manufacturing automatons animated by "Myalo", by black magic, in order to bolster his thriving underground empire. How two other prominent air-merchant families infiltrated her father's facilities, stole the instructions on how to create the automatons, and burned down the factories and warehouses and airships that the Imperia-Airwrights owned. How they got the Council on their side, too, and had Rowena's parents arrested then executed, her aunt and uncle stripped of all their property-as a way of ensuring they weren’t hiding any of her father’s creations, they said.

Bullshit.

Malcolm Imperia-Airwright and Eliza Imperial-Airwright might have been destitute and penniless after the other air-merchants became the new unofficial rulers of the marketplace in the sky, otherwise known as the district of New Toppingham, but that didn't mean that they weren't without friends or allies. They bided their time patiently, watching from the sidelines as the other families themselves were ruined by rival air-merchant families. They quietly amassed a ridiculous amount of wealth once more, resorting to extremely illegal methods (as opposed to only moderately illegal methods) and quite a bit of blackmail, and while they were at it, they told little Rowena about the glory of the old days-of the fantastical steam contraptions and the expensive ball gowns embellished with threads of gold as thin as a strand of hair and the magnificent airships that soared across the skies to foreign lands and the exquisitely polished mahogany furniture that filled their former homes, now all in the clutches of the enemy. They took everything, Malcolm and Eliza said, and they would pay. They would pay.

The Imperia-Airwrights were old money with plenty of connections, and old money with connections never took long to become rich again. By the time Rowena was fifteen, they were reasonably well-off, and by the time she was twenty-five, they were outrageously rich-as they were before the unfortunate events involving those blasted automatons. Eliza, who was a member of the Scholar Guild like Rowena would later become (and unlike Malcom, who was a member of the Merchant Guild and capable of communicating with machines), taught Rowena everything she could before her sudden death. Rowena was only fourteen, but even then she could recognize a poisoning from a mile away.

Ah, yes-vengeance, sweet, sweet vengeance, as heady and as cloying as fine wine. Rowena had her first taste of that sort of heady wine-vengeance when she tracked down and brutally stabbed the man responsible for her aunt's murder to death; the first thing she did after graduating from Madame Geraldine’s, in fact.

Rowena tasted this sort of vengeance once more some time after her uncle had re-taken the metaphorical throne. Malcolm Imperia-Airwright was the king of the air-merchants and smugglers alike when Rowena graduated. Her debut was a grand thing to behold, and the coming out ball left her with the attention of Henry Lewis, the son of the man who had orchestrated her parents’ downfall. During the subsequent months, Henry was given Rowena’s hand-in-marriage, and the wedding date was set.

They never made it to the altar. Rowena killed him three weeks before the wedding, and she killed the next two as well. The first was with a poisonous kiss as he sloppily smashed his lips against hers, as he was wont to do; the second with a bit of foxglove in every meal they took together; the third with an airship malfunction.

The fourth, and the last, is a man named Robert Sullivan, a man three times her age who had taken part in ruining her father. And after that, Rowena supposes, she’ll marry for the good of her uncle’s underground empire.

The tables had been turned, the first time she killed one of her fiancées, and Rowena relished in their deaths. Oh, how wonderfully powerful it made her feel!

And so Rowena steals thoughts and she steals secrets, and sometimes less valuable trinkets such as priceless jewelry and prototypes of world-altering inventions. There are still plenty of people who would see the Imperia-Airwrights gone for good, and there are still plenty of people out there who contributed to the deaths of her father and mother in some way, shape, or form, and Rowena is going to find them all, steal everything they've got, then kill them-slowly, slowly. Starting with the honorable Lord Sullivan.

But that can wait until after Rowena helps Captain Kingsford find out what the hell is going on. When her old friend called on her for the first time in years, Rowena was wary-the few times that they saw each other after graduation, it was unfailingly tense and awkward, and it usually ended with Adrianna accusing her of being a thief and a liar (which was quite true, actually, but did Adrianna really need to bring it up every single time?). This time was different, though. Adrianna practically begged Rowena to be her second-in-command, and she promised that she personally would stay out of Rowena's business after the whole thing was over (though she couldn't control the actions of her fellow Legionnaires, of course) and Rowena thought, well, when you put it that way...

🎀𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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🎀𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼: elegant, expensive gowns that show off Rowena’s impeccable taste as well as how wealthy her family is in a refined, understated manner, accessories that are both beautiful and deadly (bladed fans, armored/bladed parasols, dagger-like hairpins and hatpins, pointy boots, and the like), scandalously dark lip tints, expensive alcoholic beverages (Rowena is particularly fond of champagne and sherry), her family and those loyal to her family, cherries, toying with and manipulating others (especially men), vengeance against those who have wronged the Imperia-Airwrights in the past, blades and daggers with ornate hilts and pretty little pistols with gilt metalwork and mother-of-pearl handles, silk, lace, pearls, not being viewed as a threat (or being viewed as a threat, depending on the situation), power, information and the network of informants that her family runs, the smell of cinnamon and cardamom, a good poisoning or a perfectly executed murder or heist, tea with milk added to it, pear turnovers, subtlety, roses, knowing everyone's secrets, Alexander Amidale

🎀𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼: sloppiness and messiness, drunkards, incompetence, useless, meaningless violence and destruction, cheap, tasteless beer, when someone/something unnecessarily ruins her hair or gown, people who feel the need to question her motives, people who genuinely believe that women should stay out of business, politics, and science, the smoke and soot that’s practically everywhere in Automahaven, people who can’t for the life of them think something through before they dive head-first into the endeavor, being blunt, crude manners, meat, overly sweet desserts, direct confrontations (Rowena prefers to be as discreet as possible), excessively frilly hats, parasols, and gowns, being completely, totally helpless, law enforcement officials and Legionnaires who serve the Council in general (meaning, most Legionnaires)

🎀𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼: charming the secrets right out of someone without their knowledge, getting people to do exactly what she wants them to do, styling her hair, extremely proficient with knives and blades and a fair shot with a gun (she hates resorting to firearms-too loud. Daggers, on the other hand...), competent with mixing poisons and the actual act of poisoning, pick-pocketing and picking locks, all forms of blackmail and manipulation, remembering names, faces, and small details, flirting, saying exactly what she means to say without saying anything at all, flattering and insulting someone in the same breath, being thoughtful and dismissive at the same time, lithe and graceful in a physical altercation, being perfectly polite and proper while killing a man, limited telepathic abilities that include lie detection and delving into a person's deepest secrets (her gift), near-photographic memory (due to her gift), somehow getting her hands on things that she was never meant to see in the first place, lying through her teeth

🎀𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼: Rowena possesses a blind, sometimes stupid loyalty to her family and their trusted associates, she has a lack of brute physical strength (it's not proper for young ladies of quality to be strong like that!), an inability to trust others outside her family, her rather cynical view of the world, her tendency to be very judgmental of others, the way that she will hold a grudge until the end of time if necessary, her sometimes destructive fixation on revenge, her bitter and cynical view of the world

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When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

aight @madmonarchist feel free to move him over. pls put him in a hider when u put it in CS tab ty ty <3

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Anatole

Anatole Koltovsky of Rustavyia

"Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable" -Anatole Koltovosky

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Anatole Koltovsky


💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Grand Duke of Rustavya, Prince of the Empire of Veredun (unofficial)

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💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male


💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Heterosexual


💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Anatole is has a tall, lean stature. Well-built, Anatole is far stronger than he looks. He has strong, well-defined features: his face is incredibly photogenic and he's renowned for his chiseled featured. In addition to this, Anatole also has luscious, thick dark blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. Standing tall at 6.1 ft, Anatole commands regality, strength and power. Effortlessly debonair, Anatole is always seen in sharply tailored suits and is renowned for his polished looks.


💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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calm, composed, relaxed, aloof, regal, perceptive, quiet, scheming, secretive, confident, elitist, a tad bit arrogant, debonair, cultured, strategic, charismatic, great public speaker, manipulative, controlled, intelligent, effortless, loyal, efficient


💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes: black coffee, dark chocolate, quiet nights, libraries, old buildings, monuments, museums, traveling alone, raspberry tea, chess, having healthy debates, practicing martial arts, sleep, massages, tailored suits, cartier cuff-links, precious stones, clean flavors, modernized cuisines, meditation, minimalist interiors, efficiency, punctuality, solid colors, dark colors, thunderstorms, snow, the scent of the earth after rain, mythology, learning languages, foreign films, horses, animals in general, being environmentally conscious, his family, his brother sergei (most of the time), privacy, crisp sheets, woody scents, the violin, being well-rested and balanced, technological innovation, photography, neoclassical art, traditional coffee houses, coats, order, balance, rustavyia

Dislikes: international restaurant chains, coffee with milk, black tea, rap, meme culture, being at social gatherings for an extended period of time, giving press conferences and such, public speaking in general, looking shabby, excuses, being late, disorganization, fake jewels, excessive oil in cooking, exceedingly spicy foods, bright colors, prints, waking up early, summers in general, heat, his brother sergei from time to time, invasion of his privacy, overpowering scents, arguments based on no logic, modern art, basketball shorts, twitter, having to wait, having no control over situations, anarchy, cheap sheets, modern concrete buildings, deforestation, animal abuse, afternoons, bright sunshine, sun-tanning, beaches, leisure vacations, people screaming about "work-life balance"


💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Anatole is the second son of the prominent Rustavyan figure Kazimir Koltovsky and his wife, Elisabeth who is the minister of Public Health in Rustavya. Because of this, Anatole grew up living a life of grand excess, growing up with among the Rustavyan noble families. His older brother, Sergei was especially closed to Vasya Nikolayveich, the illegitimate son of the Rustavyan King Nicholas III. As a result of this, Anatole grew up in close company with the Rustayvan heir to the throne, Tsesarevna Verena. A part of her circle of friends, Anatole was particularly notable for being involved with Yelena Fabergé- a Rustavyan Grand Duchess and one of Tsesarevna Verena's closest friends. In Rustavya, Anatole is famous for developing a serious of tech startups and firms, and often collaborates with the Rustavyian intelligence (ISB) and was inducted into the cabinet as an auxiliary officer at the age of 23. Since then, Anatole is slowly entering the realm of politics and international diplomacy- he likes the latter. Anatole in general dislikes the spotlight, which is why he dislikes politics. Far more of a back-room enthusiast, Anatole is the person you go to if you need things done, no questions asked. It's why he likes international diplomacy so much- it gives him the privilege of hiding and working behind the scenes.

Biography

If you ask Anatole about his life, he'd say it was largely uneventful. He had a fairly normal family structure- his parents are happily married, he's pretty close to his brother, they had pet dogs. Like most noble children of his caliber, Anatole was sent to boarding school but ended up graduating two years ahead of his year. He found most subjects to be exceedingly boring and preferred to study by himself in the library, or engage with teachers in debates and arguments in private. He was a bright, promising student. Often times, it was hard to even believe that Anatole and Sergei were related- at school, Sergei was notorious for pulling pranks, skipping classes, and being quite a scandalous playboy. He really was not close to many people and preferred the solitude of the library and his own room most of the time. Anatole was none of these things. Upon his graduation, Anatole returned home and would often help his parents- he interned for a year with both of them before venturing out on his own.

In Rustavya, Anatole is a prominent businessman and entrepreneur. Anatole developed his first software at the age of 16, which he later sold a year later for a considerably (undisclosed ofc, this is Rustavya) sum of money. Using the profits as capital, Anatole was able to start his first company at the age of 18. A tech startup, Anatole's companies were mostly software based. See, ordinary.

Except that it's not. At the age of 21, Anatole discovered that he was in fact a Veredunian prince. How did he do so? At the time, there was a craze for DNA testing going on in Rustavya. Independant companies (similar to Ancestry, etc) had become popular and promised their clients with comprihensive knowledge about thier genetic background. Aantole was curious and so, he signed up in secrecy. After all, one couldn't blame him. He'd never met either one of his grandparents- his parents had claimed both had died before either Sergei or Anatole was born. His parents also claimed that they had no extended family at all. Anatole thought it would be a great aniversary gift to give his parents- track down a long-lost relative. Little did he know that the long-lost relative in question would be the fearsome Veredunian Empress herself. For two months, Anatole said nothing and concealed this information from his parents as he tried to do research himself. One evening, when his parents were out attending a formal event, Anatole began to investigate the house. He started with his mother's office and ended in his parents bedroom. He found nothing. Not wanting to cause a stir, Anatole approached the only Veredunian he knew- Erik von Rothschild. At the time, Erik happened to be one of Yelena's friends. However, after Anatole confided in Erik, he revealed to him that Erik was in fact a Veredunian Prince. Therefore, the plan was that Erik would take back some genetic material of Anatole's to be tested in Veredun by his sister, Juliet. He would then tell Anatole the results.

But of course, things didn't work out that way. When Juliet tested Anatole's samples, she found the results to be shocking- they were far too close to her own to be just another distant member of the Veredunian nobility. But for any more conclusive information, she would need samples of his parents. And thus, Anatole went on another covert operation- when his parents were asleep, he took a strand of each of their hair and sent it back with Erik for testing. When Juliet tested his mother's hair, she was shocked- the results revealed that Anatole's mother, Elisabeth was Juliet and Erik's own mother's sister. All Erik was supposed to do was to inform Anatole of this information. Instead, he confronted Elisabeth in her house, revealing the whole plan. Not able to conceal it any longer, Elisabeth finally explained the whole situation- she was in fact Empress Catherine's daughter and twin sister to Erik's mother, Serafina. For whatever reason, Elisabeth had been raised in a remote Dacian military base, separated from all her siblings- she was taken there shortly after the death of their father, Emperor Frydrik IX. Here, she met her future husband, Kazimir and at the age of 24, they got married. Since then, she never returned to Veredun. The reason for this was two-fold: Empress Catherine did not approve of Kazimir as he was Rustavyian. At the time, the relation between the two states was particularly bad. She thought of him to be a threat to Veredunian security as he was a Rustavyian noble. However, when she eventually did come around, Empress Catherine decided to use her daughter as a political spy- Elisabeth would never openly recegonize her Veredunian titles and would remain in Rustavya until she was instructed to do so as Kazimir's wife. In the mean time, she would work her way close to the King and spy on him for her mother. No one could ever find out. Because of this, not even her children were told of their true heritage. And now that Anatole knew (Sergei was told about a year later- both his parents feared his immaturity, but Anatole convinced them to trust their son. They were right. He freaked), no one else could ever learn of it until Empress Catherine said so. This would also be the last time he surprised his parents. Ever.

Following Anatole's relevation, he made it a point to grow closer to Erik- he wanted to know more about his 'family.' Though, he soon found out that Erik was not the correct source to learn about his family through. Thus, he began conducting his own independent research into Veredun- he learned its history, cultural landscape, geography, political structure and of course, its royal family. It was his way of being connected to Veredun after all.

As Anatole grew older, his companies became more and more successful. His latest venture, Solaris was particularly successful. Solaris was a tech startup, but unlike Anatole's other ventures, it did not deal in software. Instead, Anatole branched out into drones and created a new and improved gps system. His technological innovation led to his involvement with the Rustaviyan intelligence (ISB), though it's hard to say to what degree. Again, what he has achieved will remain highly confidential. At the age of 23, Anatole was inducted into the cabinet as an auxiliary officer. Following this, Anatole began to be introduced into the world of politics and diplomacy- something he had been quite removed from previously. While he found internal Rustavyian politics to be unsuited to his tastes ("don't challenge the professionals"), he was interested in international diplomacy. Not particularly a fan of the spotlight, Anatole did enjoy back-room diplomacy in general.

Why he's in Acrias? That is up to his mother. A dutiful son, Anatole is simply carrying out what he was instructed to do: keep an eye on Erik and make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid and reckless in general. But of course, nothing in life is so simple and black and white. There is another reason as to why Anatole is here as well. And he doesn't intend on making that reason public anytime soon.

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Vincent Lacrocq

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💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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Glory- Bastille
"And all their words for glory
Well they always sounded empty
When we're looking up for heaven
Looking up for heaven
Way down here upon the ground
When we're lying in the dirt
There's no looking up for heaven
Looking up for heaven"


💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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Tbd


💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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While in Acrias, no one with the exception of Erik and Vera knows about Anatole's heritage as a Veredunian prince. To everyone around him, he is just a Rustavyian noble who is friends with Vera and Erik. And in respect to his Veredunian heritage, Anatole has little to no impact on the functions of Veredun- political and diplomatic. From time to time, he collaborates with Veredunian tech firms and engineers but that's about it. Having said this, Anatole is also racking up quite an impressive career in international diplomacy. But naturally, the topics of his accomplishments tend to be largely confidential.

Also, Anatole was involved with Yelena Fabergé previously. But today, they remain nothing but friends.

Links

Website: https://empireofgoldentears.tumblr.com/anatolebio
Instagram:https://empireofgoldentears.tumblr.com/anatoleinsta
Family: https://empireofgoldentears.tumblr.com/anatolebio

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@madmonarchist

looks good to me! @shylarah what do u think

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

I S A B E L L A

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After the ball, Isabella had gone straight back to her room, practically vibrating with suppressed rage. She was supposed to marry that man? Quentin was so unbelievably...so unbelievably childish. He was quite popular within the Texan Sovereignty for just that, of course; his friendliness and willingness to engage with the population endeared him to those living in the cities, at the very least.

But Isabella could not imagine that the descendants of the indigenous peoples who had lived on the land that the TS claimed as their own for hundreds of years were particularly happy about seeing that fool frolic about making vlogs when there were so many other problems to worry about. She supposed that was what their betrothal was all about; a princess with indigenous heritage would placate those dissenters, in theory. And so-here she was.

Isabella dismissed Doña Agustina and the rest of her maids as soon as she set food inside the chambers that were to be hers during her stay in Aciras. A quick glance towards her things revealed nothing, but Isabella was more than certain that Agustina had gone through them, in search of anything that could be relayed back to her father. That was alright, though. She wouldn't find anything.

Isabella eventually went to sleep, knowing that her every movement was being watched, even in a country so far and so different from home.

*****

The next morning, Isabella got up with plenty of time to get ready, checking the weather in Aciras. She wrinkled her nose-it was so hot. At this time of year, it was autumn in Evalusia, and besides. There were glaciers not two hour's drive from the royal palace. Although Evalusia itself went through a record number of biomes and ecosystems, Isabella had the fortune (or misfortune?) of residing in the southern tip. Where aforementioned glaciers were.

Isabella scanned through the news as she let her maids do her hair and make-up (it was no use arguing with Doña Agustina about it; Isabella knew that the only reason the other woman was getting her maids to do things Isabella could do perfectly well herself was so that she would not be left alone for any significant amount of time. Well, so be it, then. If Doña Agustina wanted to keep an eye on her, then she could keep an eye on her. Isabella was not fool enough to do anything of any particular importance in her own chambers). She rolled her eyes at all the photos of her betrothed in his ridiculous hat-we are about the same age, and he is but a child-and idly flicked through various reports on the previous day's festivities.

A mention of her in a tabloid caught her eye. Isabella read it, snorted, and moved on. Well, I can't say that whoever this writer is isn't correct, she thought to herself, dryly. I am sure Father would have disowned me, had it not been for the fact that he could also use me to his own advantage.

Soon enough, the maids were done with Isabella's hair and make-up. Isabella gave them a cursory glance. "Out," she said, sweeping her eyes around the room and letting her icy gaze land on Doña Agustina. "You too. I should like to get dressed in private, thank you very much."

Thankfully, Doña Agustina obliged, and a minute later, Isabella had the room to herself.

"Válgame dios, how am I ever going to get through this entire trip with that maldita woman hovering around me the whole time?" Isabella muttered to herself as she opened the wardrobe and selected a dress for the day-a sleek pencil dress that cinched in slightly at the waist with a skirt that ended halfway in between her knees and her ankles, featuring bell sleeves and a Catholic Church-approved neckline (that is, a neckline showing nothing but her clavicle. Even upper sternums were too much for God-fearing women to bare, apparently). She slipped into a pair of black kitten heels and put her cell phone and a few other necessities (mostly make-up related) into a shimmery black clutch.

Isabella strode out into the hallway without another word, headed towards the tea parlor that they would be having brunch in. Once she arrived, she took a quick look around the room (the colors were so bright that they almost hurt her eyes). She murmured polite greetings to the other princes and princesses as she made her way to the back, where she poured herself a cup of coffee and sweetened it with three sugar cubes and a spoonful of milk.

Once she had taken care of her daily caffeine fix, Isabella scanned the room once more, searching for faces of interest. Her betrothed had not arrived yet (thank the heavens), so that meant Isabella did not have to put up with Prince Quentin's foolishness just now.

Another surreptitious glance around the parlor told her that Venera and Erik, a prince and a princess from two different kingdoms who were pretty much giving her father everything he needed to stay in power (and ruin a bunch of peoples' lives at that), were chatting with each other, not five feet away from her. Mm. Interesting. Maybe I will go say hi.

Isabella's dress, but with a higher neckline

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

@polyatomicbeing if you're still around we should figure out a lea/yu collab for the laughs ;D

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

"It was still early morning when I found myself fairly adrift. Delicious sunshine came pouring over the hills, lighting the tops of the pines, and setting free a steam of summery fragrance that contrasted strangely with the wild tones of the storm. The air was mottled with pine-tassels and bright green plumes, that went flashing past in the sunlight like birds pursued. But there was not the slightest dustiness, nothing less pure than leaves, and ripe pollen, and flecks of withered bracken and moss. I heard trees falling for hours at the rate of one every two or three minutes; some uprooted, partly on account of the loose, water-soaked condition of the ground; others broken straight across, where some weakness caused by fire had determined the spot. The gestures of the various trees made a delightful study. Young Sugar Pines, light and feathery as squirrel-tails, were bowing almost to the ground; while the grand old patriarchs, whose massive boles had been tried in a hundred storms, waved solemnly above them, their long, arching branches streaming fluently on the gale, and every needle thrilling and ringing and shedding off keen lances of light like a diamond. The Douglas Spruces, with long sprays drawn out in level tresses, and needles massed in a gray, shimmering glow, presented a most striking appearance as they stood in bold relief along the hilltops. The madronños in the dells, with their red bark and large glossy leaves tilted every way, reflected the sunshine in throbbing spangles like those one so often sees on the rippled surface of a glacier lake. But the Silver Pines were now the most impressively beautiful of all. Colossal spires 200 feet in height waved like supple goldenrods chanting and bowing low as if in worship, while the whole mass of their long, tremulous foliage was kindled into one continuous blaze of white sun-fire. The force of the gale was such that the most steadfast monarch of them all rocked down to its roots with a motion plainly perceptible when one leaned against it. Nature was holding high festival, and every fiber of the most rigid giants thrilled with glad excitement."

-John Muir