SilverPaw

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

_{Attire: This sans the cane
Relevant mentions: Mayet@13org, Leo Smithwood @Helo, Charlotte @princess
Interactions: Lorenzo @FunnyGuy, Count Calbert Damien, The whole Alidasht party was greeted (decided it was excessive to mention you all for something minor like this)}

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While waiting for the Alidasht party, Wulfric helped himself to a glass of red wine, which he sipped slowly, savoring the taste. He had noticed only wine was available at the moment. The variety of it was satisfactory, and he assumed other kinds of alcohol would be introduced to the tables later on. Which may be for the best, so that certain someones would not get blindingly drunk so quickly into these proceedings. His gaze strayed towards Thea Smithwood, who indeed seemed to be imbibing an unadvisable amount of alcohol already. At this point, she had at least separated herself from her brother. However, there was no time to approach Leo Smithwood, as the guests from Alidasht had begun making their entrance.

Out of all the creatures trampling the pristine floors of their castle, Wulfric would claim the tiger as his favorite. A clearly mighty beast of the hunt, and with an unusual coat to boot. Its roar vibrated within his breastbone, and the prince unknowingly found himself smiling. What would it be like to witness it in full motion? Not contentedly pacing and letting itself be lavished by petting the way it was now, but in pursuit of a prey? How its muscles might shift, its claws rend, its maw glisten with spilled blood…How helpless any of its targets would be, unable to do anything beyond surrendering to their death.

Wulfric still partially lingered on that pleasing picture – despite being aware that this was neither the time nor the place – when he noticed tiger’s owner perusing the populace. Allard met the woman’s gaze, small vicious smirk still in place. As he happened to some wine remaining, he raised his glass to her in a silent toast. Doing so, he unwittingly mimicked the actions of one Mina Blackwood. Though, in his case, his Alidasht counterpart was the one to look away first, as intent as she was in her mission to test the mettle of various nobles.

Nonetheless, Wulfric contentedly sipped on his wine. Upon emptying the chalice, he passed it off to a servant, continuing his observation of the foreigners. The procession from Alidasht was grand indeed, though the Royal Highnesses’ courtesy left much to be desired. Only two bowed as they should to the Caesonian royals, yet even for that pair, Wulfric doubted the gesture was sincere. As for the other three, their greetings ranged from insouciantly brazen, to halfheartedly proper – or calculatedly improper – to an openly challenging mockery.

So, they believe to be superior, do they? Their overblown levels of self-importance inspired a range of feelings in Wulfric. Injured pride and indignation. Yet, also a twisted thrill, even a hint of admiration. The fact that his father must be sore was a satisfying one, despite some of his emotions mirroring his sire’s. Adelard expected to match wit with the Alidasht nobles, a prospect which suited his competitive spirit. However, his plans to subtly meet like with like were quickly dashed by an intruder.

Technically, Duke Lorenzo Vikena had been invited. Unfortunately, the man’s talent to cause unprecedented scandals made yet another showing. Lorenzo hurried in front of the Alidasht, announced himself to the King, mistook the Alidasht guests for performers, and caused the Sultan, Grand Vizier, and one of the shezhadi to fall from their elevated positions. Wulfric was torn between dismay and amusement. The former, because this incident was terrible for Caesonia. The latter, because he felt rather vindicated that the Alidasht party had been humiliated.

However, as it would be more politic to display the former, he focused on that. Thus, Wulfric called to mind what he found to be truly regretful. I shall have to be impeccably gallant, now. Yes, it was a shame that he would have to do what he could to appease the Alidasht guests. Until this matter was laid to rest, and perhaps for a while after, there would hardly be opportunity for his formerly envisaged glorious battle of words. All in all, his scowl of scorn for Lorenzo was sincere.

What followed were assorted attempts at diplomacy. He noted Count Damien was the first to respond, protecting Lorenzo and deflecting the Grand Vizier’s ire. Despite his own previous words to the Count, Wulfric frankly could not fathom why this otherwise admirable man – who by speaking before the King had proven the extent of his influence – was so keen to protect Lorenzo. Was it possessiveness that drove Calbert to embrace him so? Was his help the result of a desire to make the Duke his lover? On the surface, it was an unlikely option, and yet…It may be likelier that it was a ploy to use Vikena’s inborn folly to subtly sabotage King Edin’s reputation.

Regardless of the Count’s motivation, Wulfric clapped when his father prompted them all to do so. Then, he calmly approached his parents and their company. He made it to his destination shortly before Lord Smithwood himself, whose interruption he had not expected. Though, there was another surprising presence there, a certain Count Hendrix, a proficient Varian merchant. It was not the occasion to contemplate why Hendrix was there at this time, however his unobtrusive positioning was in sharp contrast to Lorenzo’s recent bumbling.

While Leo made his introductions to the Alidasht royals, Wulfric whispered a compliment to Count Damien, whom he was standing next to. “Well intervened,” he nodded lightly. He may not agree with the idea of protecting Lorenzo, but Calbert had done a fine job diffusing the tension. Much was to be said for Charlotte’s selfless bravery as well. It was clear to him she was lying to protect her father. He personally considered her target unworthy of such sentiments, but her actions were commendable ones.

However, when Leo supported Lorenzo as well, Adelard raised a brow at the man’s back. If Calbert’s reasoning had been plausible, Leo’s assertion was ridiculous. Over-polished floors indeed. For one, he did not appreciate the assertion that his family’s best hand-picked servants were incompetent – if so, the blame ultimately lay with their masters, the Caesonian royals. For another, this was not so simple a matter as to be resolved by attempting to lay all fault at the servants’ feet. Who could possibly be satisfied by such a feeble evasion?

Thus, as his position dictated he may, he decided to voice his opinion. Of course, proper introductions had to be made first. So, he stepped forward, and mimicked the Alidasht greeting perfectly, crossing his arms at the wrists, thumbs to the floor, inclining his head and upper body. “Your Majesty, Your Excellency, Your Highnesses, peace be upon you.” He rose from the bow, and introduced himself, “Prince Wulfric Danrose.”

Unlike Leo, he did not offer any flattery at this time, as he did not feel that it was opportune. Though Lord Smithwood’s compliments might have been honest, they had inevitably come across as sarcastic. Instead, Adelard cut to the heart of it. “While certain other factors may have been in play, I agree with Your Majesty,” here, he nodded respectfully to the sultan. “Regardless of anything else, it was this man whose actions caused the incident in question.” Upon mentioning Lorenzo, Wulfric turned a cool glare at the Duke.

Before addressing the culprit himself, his gaze briefly cut to Count Damien. There was no hint of apology in Allard’s expression, though he did wonder how Calbert would take this. Then, his eyes bored into Lorenzo’s again. “Duke Vikena,” the address was frosty, reprimand lacing his tone. “Do you intend to merely stand aside and watch your daughter’s valiant efforts to bear responsibility herself?” Charlotte may not be biologically his, but Adelard believed the point stood regardless. “Or will you do as honor dictates, and accept your share of the consequences?” As Wulfric challenged the man, it was clear he believed Lorenzo should follow Charlotte’s example, and subject himself to the mercy of the Alidasht royals.

Symphony of Espers

Jacqueline Leroux

In the end, Jacqueline was too late to offer assistance to Valkyrie. Or rather, she’d never know if she’d get to Klava before Klava got to the sniper – because Breacher had a friendly little chat with the Maverick, which led to the discovery of a hidden enemy. An enemy who proceeded to appear just as it was talked about. More Maverick/Freelancer backup arrived at the same moment, though they swiftly redirected their attention from Gemini towards the ghost.

A rocket blasted the statue apart, but the ghost wasn’t affected. It was clear enough that physical attacks wouldn’t affect it. The same was likely true for its group of souls, each of which flew into a piece of furniture to occupy. Harassed on all sides by freaking furniture with no way to destroy the enemy…It was not a fun time for anyone involved. Klava had moved some distance away, and was shouting orders at whoever was in hearing range. Yeah, if only I had magic, Jacqueline thought. Technically, Havoc dealt arcane based damage, but she had no idea if that’d work or not.

But there was a way to test it. First, she moved towards Valkyrie to cover her from melee attacks. Then, she aimed to destroy whatever the nearest possessed object was, whether that be the suit of armor from which Valkyrie escaped, any furniture that might have followed after Jacqueline herself, or whatever else nearby. If she completely shattered at least one object, she thought a soul might have to come out to occupy something else. That was when she’d strike with Havoc directly at the exposed soul, to see if an arcane instrument had any effect on these little guys.

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Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Fissure
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 28

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

_{Interactions: The Count and Countess Damien,
@Tpartywithzombi Violet Damien}

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As the first prince of Caesonia, it was only to be expected that Wulfric arrived at the ballroom after his parents, shortly before the early invitees would arrive. His outfit was predominantly white; dress shoes, trousers, shirt, vest, jacket, gloves, cravat, and fur-lined cloak included. There were tasteful embellishments woven into the outfit in golden thread, and the lighting in the room glinted off of attire to a truly magnificent effect. His only accessories were his cufflinks and a thin circlet of interwoven metal, both crafted from gold.

As the guests begun trickling in, he strolled towards them, heeled dress-shoes clicking upon the polished floor, cloak gently swaying behind him. The Damiens were one of the first to make their way in, and thus, the first among those Wulfric exchanged words with. “Count Damien, a pleasure. Your promptness does you credit, as per the usual. Though I doubt you require it, I do wish you all the best in your endeavors with Duke Vikena; with your influence, that man may yet surprise us all.”

Alongside the words was a nod/bow of the prerequisite degree, perhaps a handshake if Calbert seemed inclined to it. His wife would receive an air-kiss upon the back of her hand when she laid it upon his offered palm, as protocol dictated. “Countess Damien, enchanted. I have seen it many times, yet your natural beauty manages to astound each and every time. I am afraid the rest of us can hardly dream to match it, regardless of how much effort we expend,” a small, playful smile graced his lips as honeyed words glided past them.

Soon after, Wolfric’s gaze landed upon Violet Damien, who was attending with her parents. “Ah, and I see your lovely daughter has accompanied you as well. Truly a pleasant surprise,” this was said to the three of them, mostly as a declaration of intent that he would greet her directly as well. Violet then received an air-kiss above her hand just as her mother had, and a tailored compliment as well. “My lady, your presence is quite a rarity at these events, but all the more appreciated for it. I must say, the rumours of your allure are inadequate. Even the sight of a starred sky, no matter how majestic, entirely pales in comparison to you,” he bowed, then politely excused myself. “Alas, I am unable to linger at this moment, but perhaps you shall allow me to make amends after I am done welcoming the rest.”

It had been fortuitous that the Damiens had been so early; the Count was a close ally of King Edin. Adelard took him to be the kind of man who was the most likely to usurp the throne – or play shadow-king, as he may or may not be already doing. As much as he agreed with his father that a marriage within their kingdom was best, and as advantageous as strengthening the alliance with Count Damien might be, marrying his daughter would be akin to wielding a double-edged sword. However, it was not an option to be disregarded out of hand, and one he had to appear he was considering.

Following that short conversation, he proceeded to continue greeting the lords and ladies as they came in order. He exchanged brief pleasantries with those more familiar to him, but ensuring that no one of import would be overlooked. It was not strictly necessary for him to do so, but today was a special occasion. Besides, he preferred making his presence known by mingling rather than standing aside. It made him appear personable, and brought him within hearing range of potentially intriguing tid-bits of information. Not that he expected to unearth any such thing during the initial meet-and-greet, of course.

In the case of the King and Queen of Varian, who were his social superiors, Wulfric couldn’t approach them at his leisure. However, that was not to be said he did not take any initiative; no, quite the opposite. He simply arranged to be in exactly the place at the right time for them to happen upon him. It happened quite naturally, despite an underlying design guiding him, since welcoming the guests brought him to the vicinity of the entrance regardless.

After the entourage from Varian, there was an interlude, during which Adelard had time to approach personal acquaintances for further conversation. He was looking forward to speaking with Lord Leo, with whom he’d gone on a hunt or two together, and who had been unable to visit their Kingdom in some time. If at all possible, however, he would prefer to avoid his sister, so he knew he’d likely have to wait a while for that to happen.

Some time later, the expected guests from Alidasht arrived. Their extravagant entrance caused all kinds of commotion. Wulfric doubted his father appreciated being shown up like that, but he was unlikely to criticize these most esteemed of visitors. This was a monumentous historical occurrence after all, and no one could say that the Alidasht sultan had not ensured to make it a memorable one as well.

The animals are a bit much, though, aren’t they? Despite his silent dubiousness, Allard showed no hint of distaste outwardly. Admittedly, some of the exotic creatures were intriguing, but bringing them into a ballroom was certainly questionable. That, and the majesty of the whole procession itself caught everyone off guard. Wulfric himself had to control his initial surprise. Now, he was somewhat anticipating how things with these foreigners would go.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Wulfric Adelard Danrose

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Wulfric Adelard Danrose | 28 | Male

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Appearance

Height: 5’10 (178 cm)

Weight: 168 lbs (76 kg)

Eye Color: Greyish blue.

Hair Length/Texture: Thin and straight, falling to just above his shoulders.

Hair Color: Ashen blonde.

Skin Color: Pale.

Facial details: A barely noticable scar across his left eyebrow, though it's covered by his fringe.

Distinguishing features: A soft, youthful face, a lean and fit body, hair swept back and to the side, a piercingly cool gaze. He has another hidden scar, an old and jagged one which runs from below his left clavicle to curve around the base of his neck. He has a few other unremarkable scars.

Clothing Preferences: Tailored, stylish clothing. He has many garments, all designed to make him the most dashing gentleman in the room. Though eye catching, it is always tasteful, never ostentatious to the point of outrage. In private, he does occasionally favour comfort or practicality, but even that attire is of highest quality, as befits a royal.

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Psychology

Nicknames: Wulfy. Though he's been called so only by family members or certain acquaintances keen to annoy him.

Likes: Finery | Intelligence | Winning at various contests | Alcohol in moderation | Information | Luxuriant bathing | The scent of rain | Birds of prey | Engaging conversations

Dislikes: Buffoonery | Failure | Disloyalty | Fawning | Disrespect | Unearned victories | Incompetence | Fixing others’ mistakes | Anything lukewarm

Sexuality: Presumed heterosexual. “Presumed” because unlike his father, he is very reserved in these matters.

Hobbies: Sparring with the knights | Hunting | Falconry | Horse riding | War and strategy games | Investing | Leisurely reading | Refining his skills as a future ruler

Life Goals/Dreams: Become the King of Caesonia and ensure the kingdom’s continuing prosperity.

Personality Summary: Ambitious | Charming | Graceful | Self-assured | Cruel | Mistrustful

Outwardly personable, polite, and refined. Regardless of whether he’s truly enjoying his company, or silently suffering at his conversation partner’s idiocy, if he has reason to conceal his true feelings, the other party is unlikely to discern the difference. His barbed tongue will make its appearance against socially acceptable targets – or in private, when his vitriol is unlikely to be reported afterwards. Though sociable, there are very few people Wulfric is truly close to or whom he trusts. He’s the type to bottle up his emotions, as he is not free to express himself however he pleases. Thankfully, he has learned to channel his frustrations in a socially acceptable way, mainly through physical activity. To his enemies, he is known as a merciless, even bloodthirsty man, and so he retains a quietly fearsome reputation, though most daren’t mention it for fear of retribution.

Wulfric views other people mainly in terms of whether they can be useful to him or not. Even when he personally likes someone, he is cautious of such personal preference influencing his emotions. Granted, he is more susceptible to being biased against people he detests, but is aware of this flaw. That is why he is determined never to underestimate (or overestimate) another. Well versed in the politics of high society, it is a matter of course for him to know as much about others as is feasible. He is deeply aware of the social hierarchy and everyone’s place in it. Wulfric can make allowances for people acting outside the boundaries of their current role or status, but believes there must be a good reason for it – namely, that the result would be beneficial to him or the kingdom.

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Background

Current occupation: First Prince, The Danrose Heir Apparent

Any past occupations? Due to his interest in numbers, he’s acted as a financier in the past.

Relatives:

Father – Edin Danrose
Mother – Alibeth Danrose
Younger Brother – Auguste Alden Danrose
Younger Sister - Anastasia Danrose
Youngest Brother - Callum Alaric Danrose

Skills: Governance | Etiquette | Wielding influence | Finance | Swordsmanship

History Summary:

Wulfric Adelard Danrose was the first-born son of Edin and Alibeth Danrose. He was celebrated; as the heir apparent, his birth brought stability to his parents’ reign. His safety was of utmost importance, his development of greatest concern. He was groomed into his role as a prince since a young age. He had the best tutors instructing him, and the most loyal of servants attending to him. High expectations were placed upon him, but he fulfilled or surpassed them all. He was clever, attentive, responsible. Practically anything anyone could want in a prince.

However, besides his mother’s soft, subdued love, he lacked in affectionate relationships. Especially during his childhood, his father’s paranoia ensured that Wulfric knew not to befriend anyone. If he showed genuine regard for another person, after all, his father would warn him in private. There were even a few cases where Wulfric was prevented from any further interaction with people he was deemed to be too close to. It is likely due to this that he himself has sabotaged some of his younger brother’s friendships in the past. He has since matured past such pettiness, though he is by no means accepting of his brother’s antics.

If the young Wulfric had one blatant flaw, it was that he was quite the vicious child. This issue was not resolved for some years, as his father encouraged it. It was actually his mother who gently guided him in controlling his temperament and channeling his violent tendencies towards more…constructive pursuits. The reason he came to accept his mother’s influence over his father’s in this matter was a certain incident. It was a traumatic event which remained deeply ingrained in his memory, one which he would claim has granted him some direly needed perspective. Whatever it was that has happened has been thoroughly covered up.

It was to the relief of every of the King’s subject when Wulfric was no longer so wantonly sadistic. Servants especially were quietly grateful for the Queen’s success in tempering the young heir. Though he remained a harsh taskmaster, he became much more judicious and fairer in the application of both punishments and rewards. He also grew more discerning as to what kinds of people would earn no one’s pity even if he permitted them no mercy. Thus, the first prince has become rather favoured, and he is generally supported as the future ruler. In fact, it may be only the lack of a fiancée which prevents his early ascent to the throne. Naturally, finding an appropriate person to fill that role has become somewhat of Wulfric’s priority.

Q&A

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? I had all the care a prince could possibly want to. (Spoiled, yet stifled…)
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary? Many and varied. Going out for a ride. Exploring the dungeons. Finding a hiding space somewhere inside.
What were you like in your teenage years? …Younger. (More foolish.)
How close are you to your parents? I respect them, what else is there to know? (It’s complicated.)
Do you have any trauma that haunts you? …Does it matter? (Yes.)
What advice would you give your younger self? Hmm...'If you wish to master others, you must first master yourself', perhaps.
Were you an obedient child or defiant? Defiance was rarely tolerated.
What is your biggest regret? I have my share of mistakes, but none so large that it would occupy my mind needlessly. (Idolizing my father. He has many faults...)

Romance
Have you ever been in love? Irrelevant. (Yes.)
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner. Someone capable and loyal. Optimally, in possession of skills which I lack. Willing to present a united front in public, yet show enough spine to disagree with me in private.
How do you display affection? What is your love language? Voluntarily spending time with another person. Doing things with or for them. Sincere compliments.
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like? Quite some time ago, yes. It was lackluster.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not? No. Any ‘love’ upon a first meeting is merely misconstrued attraction.
What does marriage mean to you? Duty. A transactional relationship. Preferably an amicable alliance.
Are you currently crushing on anyone? Irrelevant. (Not at the moment.)
Do you ever consider having children in the future? Of course. I will need an heir, certainly.

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Waking up without a headache. No one to disturb me. Spending my time freely; perhaps an early ride with my prized steed or joining in with the knights’ practice? Then, a pleasant wash, receiving a massage, and enjoying a well-made breakfast.
What kind of person do you aspire to be? The kind who can resolve all their problems, one way or another. A powerful man who will be remembered in history as a remarkable, proficient ruler.
What bad habits do you have? I am told my vengeful nature and delight in taking apart my enemies may be concerning.
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be? I am more interested in actively shaping the future than ruminating about pointless what ifs. The past is immutable.
What is your greatest fear? Becoming a king past my prime. Being assassinated. It would be a shame.
What are your pet peeves? Poor manners in those who should know better.
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others? If the other in questions is someone I can lash out at without consequences, then with another. Otherwise, by myself.
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? Depends. I am confident in both.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Wulfric Adelard Danrose

Link to the Artist

Wulfric Adelard Danrose | 28 | Male

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Appearance

Height: 5’10 (178 cm)

Weight: 168 lbs (76 kg)

Eye Color: Greyish blue.

Hair Length/Texture: Thin and straight, falling to just above his shoulders.

Hair Color: Ashen blonde.

Skin Color: Pale.

Facial details: A barely noticable scar across his left eyebrow, though it's covered by his fringe.

Distinguishing features: A soft, youthful face, hair swept back and to the side, a piercingly cool gaze. He has another hidden scar, a thin, faint one which runs from below his left clavicle to curve around the base of his neck.

Clothing Preferences: Tailored, stylish clothing. He has many garments, all designed to make him the most dashing gentleman in the room. Though eye catching, it always tasteful, never ostentatious to the point of outrage. In private, he does occasionally favour comfort or practicality, but even that attire is of highest quality, as befits a royal.

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Psychology

Nicknames: Wolf, Allard. Only family members have used either of those, of course.

Likes: Finery | Intelligence | Winning at various contests | Alcohol in moderation | Information | Luxuriant bathing | The scent of rain | Birds of prey | Engaging conversations

Dislikes: Buffoonery | Failure | Disloyalty | Fawning | Disrespect | Unearned victories | Incompetence | Fixing others’ mistakes | Anything lukewarm

Sexuality: Presumed heterosexual. “Presumed” because unlike his father, he is very reserved in these matters.

Hobbies: Sparring with the knights | Hunting | Falconry | Horse riding | War and strategy games | Investing | Leisurely reading | Refining his skills as a future ruler

Life Goals/Dreams: Become the King of Caesonia and ensure the kingdom’s continuing prosperity.

Personality Summary: Ambitious | Charming | Graceful | Self-assured | Cruel | Mistrustful

Outwardly personable, polite, and refined. Regardless of whether he’s truly enjoying his company, or silently suffering at his conversation partner’s idiocy, if Adelard has reason to conceal his true feelings, the other party is unlikely to discern the difference. His barbed tongue will make its appearance against socially acceptable targets – or in private, when his vitriol is unlikely to be reported afterwards. Though sociable, there are very few people Wulfric is truly close to or whom he trusts. He’s the type to bottle up his emotions, as he is not free to express himself however he pleases. Thankfully, he has learned to channel his frustrations in a socially acceptable way, mainly through physical activity. To his enemies, he is known as a merciless, even bloodthirsty man, and so he retains a quietly fearsome reputation, though most daren’t mention it for fear of retribution.

Allard views other people mainly in terms of whether they can be useful to him or not. Even when he personally likes someone, he is cautious of such personal preference influencing his emotions. Granted, he is more susceptible to being biased against people he detests, but is aware of this flaw. That is why he is determined never to underestimate (or overestimate) another. Well versed in the politics of high society, it is a matter of course for him to know as much about others as is feasible. He is deeply aware of the social hierarchy and everyone’s place in it. Wulfric can make allowances for people acting outside the boundaries of their current role or status, but believes there must be a good reason for it – namely, that the result would be beneficial to him or the kingdom.

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Background

Current occupation: First Prince, The Danrose Heir Apparent

Any past occupations? Due to his interest in numbers, he’s acted as a financier in the past.

Relatives:

Father – Edin Danrose
Mother – Alibeth Danrose
Younger Brother – Name TBD

Skills: Governance | Etiquette | Wielding influence | Finance | Swordsmanship

History Summary:

Wulfric Adelard Danrose was the first-born son of Edin and Alibeth Danrose. He was celebrated; as the heir apparent, his birth brought stability to his parents’ reign. His safety was of utmost importance, his development of greatest concern. He was groomed into his role as a prince since a young age. He had the best tutors instructing him, and the most loyal of servants attending to him. High expectations were placed upon him, but he fulfilled or surpassed them all. He was clever, attentive, responsible. Practically anything anyone could want in a prince.

However, besides his mother’s soft, subdued love, he lacked in affectionate relationships. Especially during his childhood, his father’s paranoia ensured that Allard knew not to befriend anyone. If he showed genuine regard for another person, after all, his father would warn him in private. There were even a few cases where Wulfric was prevented from any further interaction with people he was deemed to be too close to. It is likely due to this that he himself has sabotaged some of his younger brother’s friendships in the past. He has since matured past such pettiness, though he is by no means accepting of his brother’s antics.

If the young Wulfric had one blatant flaw, it was that he was quite the vicious child. This issue was not resolved for some years, as his father encouraged it. It was actually his mother who gently guided him in controlling his temperament and channeling his violent tendencies towards more…constructive pursuits. The reason Adelard came to accept his mother’s influence over his father’s in this matter was a certain incident. It was a traumatic event which remained deeply ingrained in Allard’s memory, one which he would claim has granted him some direly needed perspective. Whatever it was that has happened has been thoroughly covered up.

It was to the relief of every of the King’s subject when Wulfric was no longer so wantonly sadistic. Servants especially were quietly grateful for the Queen’s success in tempering the young heir. Though he remained a harsh taskmaster, he became much more judicious and fairer in the application of both punishments and rewards. He also grew more discerning as to what kinds of people would earn no one’s pity even if he permitted them no mercy. Thus, Allard has become rather favoured, and he is generally supported as the future ruler. In fact, it may be only the lack of a fiancée which prevents his early ascent to the throne. Naturally, finding an appropriate person to fill that role has become somewhat of Wulfric’s priority.

Q&A

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? I had all the care a prince could possibly want to. (Spoiled, yet stifled…)
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary? Many and varied. Going out for a ride. Exploring the dungeons. Finding a hiding space somewhere inside.
What were you like in your teenage years? …Younger. (More foolish.)
How close are you to your parents? I respect them, what else is there to know? (It’s complicated.)
Do you have any trauma that haunts you? …Does it matter? (Yes.)
What advice would you give your younger self? Hmm...'If you wish to master others, you must first master yourself', perhaps.
Were you an obedient child or defiant? Defiance was rarely tolerated.
What is your biggest regret? I have my share of mistakes, but none so large that it would occupy my mind needlessly. (Idolizing my father. He has many faults...)

Romance
Have you ever been in love? Irrelevant. (Yes.)
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner. Someone capable and loyal. Optimally, in possession of skills which I lack. Willing to present a united front in public, yet show enough spine to disagree with me in private.
How do you display affection? What is your love language? Voluntarily spending time with another person. Doing things with or for them. Sincere compliments.
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like? Quite some time ago, yes. It was lackluster.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not? No. Any ‘love’ upon a first meeting is merely misconstrued attraction.
What does marriage mean to you? Duty. A transactional relationship. Preferably an amicable alliance.
Are you currently crushing on anyone? Irrelevant. (Not at the moment.)
Do you ever consider having children in the future? Of course. I will need an heir, certainly.

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Waking up without a headache. No one to disturb me. Spending my time freely; perhaps an early ride with my prized steed or joining in with the knights’ practice? Then, a pleasant wash, receiving a massage, and enjoying a well-made breakfast.
What kind of person do you aspire to be? The kind who can resolve all their problems, one way or another. A powerful man who will be remembered in history as a remarkable, proficient ruler.
What bad habits do you have? I am told my vengeful nature and delight in taking apart my enemies may be concerning.
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be? I am more interested in actively shaping the future than ruminating about pointless what ifs. The past is immutable.
What is your greatest fear? Becoming a king past my prime. Being assassinated. It would be a shame.
What are your pet peeves? Poor manners in those who should know better.
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others? If the other in questions is someone I can lash out at without consequences, then with another. Otherwise, by myself.
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? Depends. I am confident in both.

Symphony of Espers

Jacqueline Leroux

“Too bad,” Jacqueline sighed. It’d been worth the suggestion. “Just to note, though, the enemy esper we fought before did have blood magic cast on her by the vampire, I’m pretty sure. You’d best ask someone else about how effective it was. I only got a glimpse, but it looked like good stuff. If also lethal to the hostages,” she shrugged.

That cleared up, she trudged alongside the others, clutching her belly and grimacing all the while. The numerous stairs were nearly enough to make her regret having decided to proceed. It was hell, pure and simple. Still, if there were other monsters to be cleared out before reaching Justin, it’d be worth enduring.

After some time, they made it into a large room with chequered floors, couches, wardrobes, and assorted paraphernalia. The centerpiece was a statue of nude Justin conquering a bull. Jacqueline peered at it skeptically. The vampire did have reason to show off, to be sure, but she couldn’t call that thing tasteful regardless.

The moment she noticed the assorted Mavericks and Freelancer, her lips curled in distaste. The monster, Billy was there. However, Binky engaged him in a surprisingly polite conversation. In the end, they didn’t attack each other, but instead dashed into a race against the other, presumably heading for Justin. So…given how fast they were, and that no one there was in much shape to engage the enemy leader, their mission was more or less done, wasn’t it?

Clearly, Breacher didn’t think so. Whether it was because of Binky’s comment that the rest of them should ‘get started’ or because she believed the Maverick group would otherwise attempt to obstruct Binky wasn’t clear. Jacqueline glanced at their opposing group. To be honest, all she wanted to do was collapse into one of those couches. If it was a monster, she’d be as eager as ever. However, these humans – regardless of the fact that some of them may be designated terrorists – frankly didn’t interest her at all.

But since Breacher engaged them, and Valkyrie followed soon after, there wasn’t no time for discussion any more. She readied herself to follow Breacher when she sensed someone getting weirdly close to her. Startling, she looked over her shoulder to see Orion healing her once again. “Oh, good work,” she commented, then turned back, ready to proceed.

However, in the short time frame when she wasn’t looking, an enemy had made a move against them. Thus, she was now faced with a fast approaching person who seemed to be practically gliding upon the floor. Having learned something from Centrocius, Jacqueline braced for impact, and readied her war pick. When the blade aimed at her, she blocked with the handle of the weapon, angling Havoc in an attempt to get the spike hooked against the sword. If she did it right, the enemy might be disarmed. Even if not, she was at the very least unlikely to get injured further.

Then, the kimono clad woman proceeded onwards. Jacqueline saw her aim a tackle at Orion. If the latter was felled, Jacqueline would help pick her up.

Then, advancing towards where Klava ended up, she decided to respond to the cheeky taunt. “I doubt you’re serious about that, and it’s not something someone at a disadvantage should call for, but I couldn’t care less about continuing. If you people’ve no intention to aim for Binky, our mission here will be done.”

Despite saying so, she was standing right behind Klava just then, eyeing her warily. She had Havoc raised in clear threat, ready to counter-attack if it looked like the other woman was about to make a move against their sniper. Valkyrie wouldn’t do well in melee, but the blue clad opponent had just put herself into the middle of a group of Gemini. Injured though they may be, they could deal with her shortly if pressed.

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Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Fissure
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 28

Roses and Daggers - Romance

<Snipped quote by SilverPaw>

Perhaps yours is the eldest, brought up with the weight of inheriting the crown while @Sanity43217 has that middle child syndrome where he acts out or is youngest depending on if more siblings come to be

@princess

Oh, yeah, I sent Sanity a PM, so we'll discuss it. Ofc, the reverse would be possible to; the first child rebelling due to pressure, the second 'picking up the slack'. I'd be fine with either option, both lead to an interesting dynamic.

Roses and Daggers - Romance

Got some interest in being a trouble making Danrose son.

@Sanity43217

Oh, perchance interested in a bit of plotting together? I was thinking a Danrose son as well, one that'd be rather similar to his father, very concerned with the family legacy and all that.

Roses and Daggers - Romance

Oh, I'd like to see more of this. Interested.

Symphony of Espers

Jacqueline Leroux

Valkyrie's headshot was reflected, however, there was another avenue of attack Arzendale had not counted on; Jacqueline’s. Her projectile struck his back, and shredded through him, parting him in half. Leroux watched, fascinated, as the monster still laughed and talk despite being split apart. She bared her teeth at the vampire from afar, a grimace of a grin stretching her lips.

Her moment of satisfaction was short-lived; the beast proclaimed he would return. In that instant, Jacqueline fully believed it. “You!” she snarled, lurching into movement from where she’d begun leaning against the pillar at some point. However, before she could take but a step forward, the monster dissipated. All that remained was his blood. Any active magic of his was undone, and his allied esper took her leave. Centrocius was dead as well.

If this was victory, why did it feel so hollow?

Jacqueline smashed her fist against the pillar, insensate to the minor bruising her fist took for it – she was in pain all over, so the brief sharp ache to her hand was insignificant. She glared at the pool of blood Arzendale had left behind. Was it truly over with him or not? That was the question which plagued her, and until she had conclusive evidence that a vampire could not resurrect, or until she knew in what manner a vampire’s death usually appeared, she would not rest easy.

She took a few moments to rest against the pillar, calming her breathing, and bolstering herself for what was to come. She felt like shit, but the mission wasn’t done yet. As long as she didn’t die, it didn’t really matter what a beating she took as an esper. Admittedly, she’d already come much closer to it much sooner than she’d imagined she might. She supposed she’d have to be more careful now. She spat a glob of bloody saliva at the floor in disgust at the notion. However, if that was what it took to ensure some well-meaning meddler took her off this assignment preemptively, she would rein herself in. A bit.

Since there was some time to do so now, Jacqueline wandered to the nearest hostage’s corpse. She’d been vaguely curious in a corner of her mind how they’d been killed – by Arzendale’s magic, or some sort of a previously installed mechanism. If a vampire’s blood magic worked the same as a blood mage’s, then from what she’d seen in the fight against Lada, the sacrifice to power blood magic had to be killed by mundane means. Perhaps there was evidence of that on the hostages, or by the pillars they’d been tied against.

If not…it occurred to her that they might as well ask an expert. Just as she was about to relay that idea via their comes, Binky made her appearance. Jacqueline huffed at the backhanded compliment – two out of three was not the complete annihilation any self-respecting Gemini would prefer of their enemies – but did not otherwise comment. Her cheek twitched in annoyance, when, as expected, Binky made a clear insinuation that she should not proceed. “I’m not staying behind,” she snapped. This time, it wasn’t just her pride speaking. Her mana was near gone, and she did not possess a firearm, so melee with her Instrument was essentially her only remaining option.

She rolled her shoulders to relieve the defensive tension that had gathered there, then quickly redirected the conversation to another topic. “Listen, is Lada still around? We could use her knowledge of blood magic, at the very least,” she gestured to the remains of the battle. “Just in case anyone else is going to wield it…Of course, it would have made things much better if we’d known about it beforehand,” she muttered that last part under her breath, though it’d likely still be heard.

“If she’s still able to work her magic, I’d volunteer to be subjected to it,” she added in a drawl after pretending to take a moment to think about it. In fact, she’d had the idea of how very useful a blood mage’s help might have been sometime during the battle. As she’d said, if she’d had any idea vampires could do something so similar to a blood mage, she’d have considered it sooner. Of course, Lada had been responsible for getting them in safely by encasing them in the blood barrier, but given Binky’s report of secure perimeters, she should now be free to do something else. If only she was willing to…

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Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Fissure
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 28