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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:17 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Alastair Lavigne
Nickname ↠ Alastair, or Prince Lavigne
Age ↠ 21
Birthday ↠ December 21st
Height ↠ 6'3"
Weight ↠ 210lbs
Powers ↡
Poison Breath - Alastair was born with the ability to breathe out poison that can be used to slow down or paralyze his opponents. When he is utilizing this ability, his eyes will glow bright green, in contrast to the dark green his eyes usually are.
Imbued Flames - Alastair is able to create a poisonous flame and smoke, but he has to have something to start the spark in order to create it. He utilizes a multipurpose tool that has a flint and steel on it, as well as a sharp knife to make sure he is able to use the power.
Personality ↡
Alastair has little to no class. He does not care to interact with those that in his eyes have nothing of value to offer him or his family. When it does peak his interest he can be very polite, if not a little cold, and straight to the point. He does not like beating around the bush, and he only jokes with people that he respects and feels like has earned his respect, which is far and few between. He is known within Corthyr for having quite the temper and when pushed he can snap over the smallest of things. He respects his sister, his family and his country which is why he's here in the first place. He only listens to his sister from the people at the school, and he doesn't much listen to anyone else. He can learn a lesson, but he is stubborn and hard-headed; only giving into extreme emotions.
Political Opinion ↠
Alastair does not care much for politics, nor does he understand why people want to know so much about it. He does understand that it is a necessary “evil” and that he is needed to know it for his kingdom but that doesn't mean he has to like it. He stands firm by his country, and if they crossed Corthyr, they crossed Alastair. More so, he has personal enemies, but he doesn't hate any kingdom more than any other.
Biography ↡
Alastair was born to his mother Phthisis, the queen of Corthyr. When he was little, he was wild but easily contained and when his little sister was born, he began to become protective of her even at the young age of two. When he was five, he began to manifest his powers, a spark of a pipe near him sparking a fire in one of the buildings where he would spend a lot of time and while he thankfully didn't burn it all down, he did almost take the lives of those around him. He was quickly ushered into training to get his powers under control. At the age of ten when they began to settle down and thought he was done with new developments he began to breathe out the poison he now uses to his advantage. Another round of training began and this time it only took a few years to get under control. Since then, he trained and focused on the physical part of things despite his father pushing him to learn how to take over the throne.
When he was 17, he had been fighting with his parents about something only to watch his sister return, half dressed. He saw red when he found out what happened and after a brief description from her, he stormed out before anyone could stop him. To this day, he won't talk about what he did to the man, but he was found in the courtyard of the town burned and almost beyond recognition, as a warning to those who dared mess with his beloved little sister. He only wanted to become stronger as time went on and while he had a close connection with his sister, he had only seen his older brother in the distance. He was told it was dangerous, that he would decay if he got too close. So, he only had a few conversations with the other, while he still was determined to defend his name as well even if he didn't say so out loud.
When Utopia reached out for representatives the siblings were chosen to go, to expand the family name and business. He had protested Pia coming as well, but he kind of felt appreciation that she was there so he could keep an eye out for her. He had heard that Sam had come as well, and while he hadn't seen him for a while, he greeted him. He's not too fond of being here, but he's keeping an eye out for his siblings, and knows that eventually his father will expect him to find someone he can bring home to help bring another heir to the throne.
Likes ↡
☣↦ Fighting/Sparring
☣↦ People listening to him
☣↦ Learning
☣↦ Judging People
☣↦ His siblings/family business
Dislikes ↡
☣↦ Incompetence
☣↦ Being not listened to
☣↦ Arguing Pointlessly
☣↦ Disobedience
☣↦ Judgement
☣↦ People Pleasers
Misc. Info ↡
☣↦ Alastair usually dresses casually but even when he is asked to be formal, he will loosen his tie and lose the jacket as soon as he can.
☣↦ His hair is messy and long, usually tied back in a ponytail.
☣↦ VA Actor; Tom Hiddleston as Loki
☣↦ " Talk - #375e18"
☣↦ ' Thoughts - #538a2a'
Theme Songs ↠ Playlist - Listen Here!
Username ↠ JunkoXXXTakami
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:17 pm
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Atropia Lavigne
Nickname ↠ Pia / Princess Lavigne
Age ↠ 21
Birthday ↠ November 28th
Height ↠ 5'9"
Weight ↠ 135 lbs
Powers ↡
Necrosis Inducement - Atropia was born with the ability to channel toxins within her body and create a barely visible secretion from her hands, lips- etc, that can cause the rapid decay of a creature/humans flesh. Fortunately for others she has full control over when this is expelled from her body. But it can make certain activities a little intimidating.
Poison Transferal - Her "backup plan" in case she accidentally loses control. She is able to transfer toxins/poisons from one being to another. Typically she transfers it to herself but because she doesn't have full immunity herself, this will cause a tiny bit of pain. But nothing more than a bee sting.
Personality ↡
Atropia is a quiet one, who often comes off as cold, although it is never quite her intention. She simply enjoys keeping to herself. It never really bothered her how she came off to outsiders, because to her, their opinions didn't matter. The only thing she cared about was her family. Mainly her older brother. She is deeply loyal to her blood, so when she's told to jump, she says how high, no matter the situation.
She has always been extremely intelligent. Atropia learned that she could easily get what she wanted by exploiting others’ emotions. Her father eventually learned of her natural skills and decided it would be helpful to the business. He took her once innocent game and over time twisted her into his version of a master manipulator. Wanting to please her family and help where she could, Atropia vowed to do whatever he asked to get beneficial information by any means necessary. Even if it meant using her body to do so—in fact, it was encouraged.
Her brother was always getting into trouble when they were young, even though he was the heir, so it was important for Atropia to show a more mature side of the family. It was an easy choice for it to be her because her decorum was as close to perfection as it could be. Although she was not always serious, Pia was polite, especially towards her elders/superiors. However, she is not afraid to play dirty behind the scenes.
When she isn't being forced into doing work for the family, she will usually be in her room reading a romance novel, or outside on a bench drawing in her little black sketchbook. It is one of the only things that helps keep her peace in an unforgiving world. Despite her devotion to the family, she never quite agreed with the business, so when her skills were not needed, she did her best to stay out of it.
Political Opinion ↠ Politics are the last thing on her mind, she hated talking about it, but unfortunately for her she was very well educated on it. Her opinions meant something in the business despite her lack in enthusiasm, because of how much she studied it growing up. Although she doesn't care to talk about it when its not necessary, it still weighed heavily on her judgement of other Kingdoms. She didn't trust anyone, she didn't want to get to know anyone, and she looked down upon them.
Biography ↡
Growing up, being the youngest and the only girl, she was the last person in mind when discussing the family business—at first. Atropia was able to enjoy the things she wanted to. During the war, Pia was often frightened, she knew that Corthyr was the one fueling the fighting with their weapons, and the thought of what they could do scared the s**t out of her. So when she wasn’t needed, rather than joining the family in meetings, Atropia would run off to the library and find a quiet corner where she could read about sciences that didn't destroy the world- even if the selection wasn't very large.
She was incredibly intelligent and quickly learned that if she said the right thing, or looked really cute, she could get out of things that she didn’t want to do. This talent was eventually exploited by her father, used to get valuable information from people the family did business with. Her talents didn’t stop there, as she grew into her late teens she eventually learned what it meant to be a Lavigne. She couldn't run from death—It ran through her veins.
After learning of her mothers diagnosis, Atropia went seeking for a distraction, unfortunately finding it at a tavern. With the help of a group of men buying, Pia had one too many. After the pub kicked everyone out, two of the men offered to escort her back to the palace, not in her right mind she accepted the offer. What she didn’t know was that the men thought she would be an easy target, and a great story to brag about with their buddies. She was a princess after all. At first, they were correct, it wasn’t difficult to maneuver her behind an old building and get their hands on her. Once Atropia realized what was going on, she panicked, and before she knew it one poor b*****d became the first victim of Pia’s newfound ability. Shocked, and half-dressed, she watched as he wailed in agony while his tongue, mouth, and throat rapidly decayed. He was dead in less than a minute. The other man ran away horrified, but he did not go unpunished. When she gained the courage to tell her mother what had occurred, to her surprise, she was proud and impressed.” This made her even more useful to the business. As for the other man, her brother, Alastair found out what happened and hunted him down, giving him exactly what he deserved.
When Utopia reached out to Corthyr, her mother and father jumped on the opportunity. So, Atropia and Alastair were sent away to expand the family business. Pia argued that she would learn more if she stayed behind, But Phthisis insisted there was more she could learn by going with her brother to Utopia. More importantly, someone had to keep an eye on him, her mother knew well that Pia was the only one that could handle his temper.
Likes ↡
Her brother
Reading
Science
Cats
Drawing
No-strings-attached type of relationships
Tea
Quiet
Dislikes ↡
Bioweapons
Being wrong
Uselessness
Large groups/gatherings
Being touched
Misc. Info ↡
Speech Color & Thoughts
She likes to be dominant in almost any situation, but if she really likes someone she folds quickly.
She is scared of most men, especially being alone with them. It takes her longer to trust them over women.
She loves a romance novel.
For an alliance, her parents agreed to an engagement proposal, and she has no idea.
If she admires you, she will draw you often.
Her brother is her best friend.
Theme Songs ↠ NA - For now
Username ↠ S u u r i A a l t o
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Spare
Full Name ↠ Samael Tabes
Nickname ↠ Sam, Unforgiven, Angel of Entropy
Age ↠ 22
Birthday ↠ 08/21
Height ↠ 5'8
Weight ↠ 127 lbs
Powers ↡
Accelerated Decay - Everything around Samael that isn't part of him decays at an accelerated rate. Metals oxidize and become brittle, structures erode, dirt turns to sand, clothes disintegrate, wood rots, flesh decays, and so forth. The ability is always active and has an initial range of about five meters. Through effort that range has been reduced to about one meter. What used to take 24 hours to turn the world around Samael into dust has been extended to a month. The process of reducing the area and extending the time has helped Samael gain a rough control of the power, and he struggled with the reduced range and accelerating decay to unsafe levels in the past. The rate of decay however is not stable and at best is loosely tied to the owner's emotions.
Personality ↡
Samael is detached from most physical or material trinkets or places. Everything around him or that he uses on a regular basis is reduced to nothing. Music and expression dominate most of what Samael enjoys and acts upon. Relaxed about most things by nature of needing to remain calm has lead to an almost apathetic leisure lifestyle that comes of as insensitive or indifferent. If it could be summed up in one word: "Dude", would be how Samael describes himself and his attitude to the world.
Political Opinion ↠ Samael dislikes almost every kingdom, including his own. Only Musique and Winduria have his respect. Musique makes some of the best dances he has come across, their actual music leaves some things to be desired from an innovative perspective. Winduria on the other hand feels so free compared to the life Samael has endured to this point. What he wouldn't give to be a bird on the wind. Though it is a shallow understanding of country politics, Samael knows they will all perish in time and is happy to see that more vanish sooner than others. However when it comes to games, Samael is a serious person. They are meant to be fun, but he encourages people to commit whole heartedly to whatever method of fun they are partaking in.
Biography ↡
On the eve of tragedy, Mattel's penultimate night, a child was sired into the world of noble blood but lacking noble peerage. Samael was born to a serving wench that had been stationed at a villa removed from the Corthyr family homes and business. Without proper medical care and preparations, his mother didn't survive the birth, and he was cared for by kindly aunts and uncles from her work. The first few months of life were innocuous to the illegitimate prince and it wouldn't be until his father arrive to visit on one occasion that some one mentioned the similar eyes. Unknown to Samael, the entire estate was subjected to some fierce rounds of questioning before they were either sworn to secrecy or given substances to 'help' them forget. Samael would then be moved to a more secure location directly within his fathers influence but out of sight from the now pregnant queen who was carrying the next ruler of the country.
For about a year, Samael had a strange but caring wet nurse and on occasion got to spend time with his father. When the infant's powers suddenly manifested, he was a curse, a plague, the end of all things close to him. Discussions were had on how to end the child, how to use it, to weaponize or demonize them. The vote was landed on the side to remove the threat and curse from the world, to stop the child from becoming the seed of ruin. Some group, researchers, historians, or other consulted participants stole the illegitimate child away from the world, sheltering and nurturing him. Whatever their intentions had been, noble or horrific would remain lost to their mummified corpses and eroded corner where they hid Samael away. These precious few months helped to change enough minds that he could be used, at least in the most dire of negotiations as a guest to this world and a weapon to any that opposed the kingdom of Corthyr.
There was the problem of keeping him alive, and sustained. The group who had initially stolen him managed to feed and clean him at their own cost and demise. For the kingdom and noble blood line, sacrificing one of their own every few days to attend to an infants needs was unthinkable, especially a natural disaster kept around only as a deterrent. Thus a new section of death row was established. Criminals, on the slate to die already could spare their families, loved ones, or benefactors by giving their life to tend to Samael, the Angel of Entropy. There were the observers, the controllers, and the death row inmates that tended to an innocent but cursed child's needs. By the time Samael was three he was starting to understand that things could not stay near him. His sleeping arrangements were hammocks, his friends there for a day or two before succumbing to the influence. His cage was a wasteland of sand and sharp sticks to deter him from getting close enough to the edge to erode his way through it. Like live stock, fed, nurtured and taught by criminals, Samael's view of the world was twisted and colored by hatred and accepting death.
Nearing the age of eight, Samael started to develop quickly. Books, tomes, scrolls all eroded far too quickly for the boy to learn much from at his current rate of erosion. Driven by gaps in his attendants stories to know more, to be more, the boy spent time practicing his letters in the sand. Eating preserved meats and other hard to perish foods that wouldn't spoil the moment he touched them. It would take him a year, but during that time he finally managed to finish his first book, a small simple instruction book with heavy alliteration and repetition. Samael driving by his success began to devour knowledge, slowly but surely gaining an understanding of the world around him and his power. Tests and feeling helped the young boy start to find ways to bring the zone closer in around him, reduce it's effect, to suppressed the aura of ruin that was his natural state.
With nothing but time and less resources used to keep him safe and a threat, Samael would eventually be given more detailed books and items that could be perused at a slight leisure. The boy lived to know, to see, to be free from his cage, words and pages, stories of far away lands, of war and love lit a fire beneath Samael. He could control his power, he would be free and find a way to make himself more useful than a weapon. Maybe there was a way he could have some sort of life like a gerbil or cat. There was little doubt of him ever being treated like a human, such things were above things like him, where people sentenced to death tended to his needs. He was an executioner, a tool for the family business.
When Samael turned 12, he was moved from his sandy cell to a pit, dangerously close to the rest of the family. This place had trees, a tent that could easily be replaced and a sandy floor that wouldn't erode more than it already had. He was still tended to by masked criminals, or those that gave up their lives willingly or not for science, but Samael was called upon for the first time for his knowledge of history. His readings, and with nothing better to do had left Samael to continue to consume historical text, fiction, and literature from a wide variety of kingdoms. Some times the family wanted to know context for a current trend of mindset they might exploit financially. On other occasions they wanted literature of military or logistical strong points within various kingdoms. Rarely did the family care about the well being of the people in their own kingdom, but it did happen. Samael's knowledge and ability to critically analyze others let him consult with the family on a more regular basis. On occasion he even got to see his siblings, the proper ones that were set to run the kingdom that chained him down. His hatred of the world was something he had been raised on, and while there wasn't a personal grudge there was a learned one. They seemed nice but not touching anyone other than those fated to die by his hand left his vision of social interactions morbid.
Samael's ability was slowly refined and suppressed further, to the point where he could walk about outside of his cage on occasion, even travel into town under his armed guard. No less than four of the plague troop accompanied him at all times, but it was a limited freedom he enjoyed, until he the war ended and for some reason he was sent to attend some quack school for other royals. He had restrictions on interacting but apparently they had some one here that would repair the walls he eroded or damaged... hopefully there was some one who could do that for people too.
Likes ↡
Preserved and hearty foods
Wind running through his hands and hair
Cats
Hallucinogens
Stories
Dislikes ↡
Protesting, wining, crying
Morality in any form
Justice
Pickles
Dogs
Misc. Info ↡
Samael has now idea how to fight or what to do with a physical confrontation given his ability.
Theme Songs ↠
Gerudo Valley
MAGIA MFR
Black Diamond
Blind Justice
Username ↠ v-v
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
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Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Draconia Serpiente
Nickname ↠ Draco, Male Medusa
Age ↠ 20
Birthday ↠ June 6th
Height ↠ 6'0"
Weight ↠ 186 lbs
Powers ↡
Snake Speak - Able to speak to and befriend snakes.
Poison Immunity - Immune to poisons and venoms.
Personality ↡
Draco is sly and cunning. He grew up poor with his mother in Thah never knowing who his father was until he was a tween. After going to live with his father as the only heir to the Serpiente's, he learned to master more manipulative skills to get his family to the top and be able to stay there. He will lie, cheat, steal to get what he wants. If you have it, best to give it up now.
Political Opinion ↠ Draco grew up in Thah. While his mother and her family was always kind, he saw them as overly trusting and naive. Seeing his father rise through the ranks through the use of lies and deception taught him two things; never trust a man from Corthyr and you can do just about anything with a real good lie.
Biography ↡
Draco grew up with his mother under the assumption his father had died valiantly in the war. This, however, was not the case; his father was just a con artist who had tricked his mother into a good time before making his way back to his country. He never understood why the people in his mother's village were always so trusting and kindhearted, all he would have to do was simply ask for things and the simpletons were too kind to say no. When they did, he would just steal it anyhow. He never understood what was wrong with taking something when he wanted it more, if they really cared they would have protected it better. Because of this, he never felt like he belonged in Thah.
When Draco was reunited with his father, it was not with open arms, but a written contract stating that Draco was meant to live the rest of his life with his father as his heir. Draco was initially defiant by the change, missing his submissive mother over his now commanding father, but he learned to look up to his father. Despite having nothing, his father managed to demand respect in every room he walked in, what was even more strange? They listened. This eventually landed him a job working as a general working in the war against Winduria.
Draco knew little about Windurian besides what his father would write to him. But he cared little about that. He more wanted to learn about how to charm and manipulate your way to the top. He needed to know people, and befriend others. Where better to do that than an academy full of the most powerful heirs to all the kingdoms? Draco immediately volunteered to be shipped off to Utopia. Where better to learn?
Likes ↡
Snakes
Painted Nails
Gardens
Stories
Wine
Apples
Dislikes ↡
Try hards
People who can't get their hands dirty
Cleaning
Being proven wrong
Nosy Nellies
Misc. Info ↡
"Talking" ' Thoughts.'
He doesn't like the people he trusts thinking he is kind so he tries to put on airs. But to strangers, he will be the kindest person you've ever met.
Theme Songs ↠ How Bad Can I Be?
Username ↠ love me til death
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Ivy Alkali Toluene
Nickname ↠ Can you think of a nickname for Ivy?
Age ↠ 18
Birthday ↠ August 12th
Height ↠ 5'10"
Weight ↠ 184lbs
Powers ↡
Universal Antidote - The opposite of a bio-weapon, Ivy's bodily fluids are able to cure any poisoning that she has come across to date. The downside to this is that the only way she can heal anyone is super gross. The bright side is that she is immune to most poisons. She's never tested her ability against poisonous gas on herself, and doesn't really plan to.
Personality ↡
Ivy's grown up extremely sheltered due to her ability being a prized possession in Corthyr where poisonings are so common. She never had many friends and tries to use her education as a court lady to interact with others. Unfortunately that means she ends up being more catty than she means to. Her compliments sound backhanded, even when she genuinely means them. She's a romantic who just wants to find love if she can stop insulting the people around her long enough to actually find it.
Political Opinion ↠ All of them are scary, but Corthyr just might be the scariest! Her parents have made her spit or cry in a bottle enough to know just how many people are poisoning other people out there.
Biography ↡
The youngest child of the Toluene Duchy, Ivy wasn't expected to make much of herself. She had an older brother to take over the duchy, and an older sister to marry off for political gain. If anything, Ivy was just one more child to marry off for the sake of making friends that couldn't easily part ways with the Toluene line. Or, that was how it seemed until her family realized exactly what Ivy's power was. Once it was discovered that she was a bouncing baby drooling antidote all over her playpen, her parents saw gold. And for as long as she can remember her parents have been bottling her tears and saliva to sell.
It wasn't something to think twice about as she grew up. She noticed that she wasn't allowed to go to the lavish parties her sister always went to. Or that she wasn't really allowed to meet the other kids. Ivy just thought it was something she would be allowed to do later. Her sister was a couple of years older than her after all, maybe when she was twelve she could go to tea parties. Only her twelfth birthday came and went and she was still locked up inside with only and plush toys and books to keep her company. By then her sister was going to debutante balls. And Ivy secretly hoped that maybe when she was fifteen she could go to the same balls her sister was going to.
Every year the goal post was pushed back, lest her parents lose control of the child that was making them insanely rich. Only once Utopia was established they lost control over making that decision. The school called for members of the ruling class to attend to create bonds of lasting peace. The Toluene name was too well known in Corthyr not to send one of their children to the school. Her brother had recently taken over the duchy and was unable to leave his duties. Her sister was engaged to be married and was of little use. Little Ivy, however, was the perfect candidate to attend.
Likes ↡
✞︎ Stuffed animals
✞︎ Dressing up
✞︎ Hot/Cute/Attractive people
✞︎ Parties
✞︎ Romance books
✞︎ Drawing/Painting
Dislikes ↡
✞︎ Being treated like a child
✞︎ Being left alone
✞︎ Getting wet (swimming or rain, she's not trying to ruin her make up)
✞︎ Using her power (it's gross)
Misc. Info ↡
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Alexis Ezra Corbin
Nickname ↠ Alex
Age ↠ 25 years
Birthday ↠ Birthday
Height ↠ 6’ 4”
Weight ↠ 185 lbs
Powers ↡
Poison Body - Alex has the ability to absorb poisonous substances, amplify them within his body, then exude them from his pores. He is immune to poisons, toxins, and venoms. However any poison that enters his body must exit and the longer it remains in his body the more potent it will be when he excretes it. His blood and saliva are always toxic at some level, though most of the time the side effects of exposure are mild. The effects are only severe if the toxin has been building over time.
Personality ↡
Alex is usually very laid-back and does not seem to care about much. But he does have a chip on his shoulder and has been known to start fights with little provocation. He does not like to be touched. However he has a soft spot for anyone he perceives as smaller and weaker than himself; he feels protective toward those who can’t protect themselves. Alex prefers company to being alone, but is often quiet and withdrawn, choosing to let others take the lead socially.
Political Opinion ↠ Alex resents the ambitions of other countries and their land grabbing efforts. He does not believe his own nation is innocent, of course, but he is unabashedly biased. He is loyal to Corthyr, at least in as much as he could be loyal to any kingdom. While he is no passionate patriot, he will always value his own home above the other kingdoms.
Biography ↡
Alex’s mother was the first to discover his ability by accident only days after he was born. Feeling resentful toward her husband the duke, she wanted to deprive him of his heir in an act of vengeance. It was hardly difficult to acquire poison in Corthyr and no one even questioned her intentions. But in an effort to avoid detection, the duchess only slowly poisoned her son, adding the substance to milk and soaking a cloth in the mixture before pressing it to the boy’s lips. Alex’s small body processed the poison and amplified it before sweating the substance from his pores. When his nursemaid and mother both fell ill soon after, the incident was investigated and the duchess’ plans were discovered.
The duke was livid and his duchess soon disappeared from the public eye. He remarried and no one spoke of the woman who had tried to poison his son. But she remained hidden in his residence, tasked with continuing her regimen of poisoning the boy slowly and reporting the results. The duke believed Alex’s ability could be useful to him, so long as it was not his own life at risk in the experiment. And if Alex did die in the process, he could always father another son with his new, younger duchess.
Alex’s relationship with his father was strained, at best. He was mostly ignored and when the duke did see him, he was often punished. Not because he was ill behaved, but because the duke used violence to instill fear and obedience in his son. Rare words of praise were sprinkled just enough to make the boy crave more of them and be willing to do whatever his father asked. His mother was demonized, the boy constantly reminded that she had tried to kill him in his infancy. Even so, he hated to see her failing body and know that it was his fault, that he could not stop harming her just by being near her. He avoided touching her as much as he could. But he wouldn’t naysay his father or try to stop the experimentation; he wanted to be useful to the man and he was willing to pay any price.
At least, he had always thought that was true. He had been hurt and abused for years, but he still craved his father’s approval. And as he began to win that approval, he was slowly allowed to see more of who the man really was. He saw more of his father’s frothing rages, directed at staff or supplicants for the smallest infractions. He saw the drunken parties full of debauchery that he was encouraged to take part in. And he would, if only to please his father, until the first time he was left alone with a frightened girl who was just barely old enough to hit puberty. He was disgusted and angry and it didn’t take him long to realize this was probably not the first frightened girl dragged to one of these parties.
Poisoning his father would have been easy, but Alex hated the idea of relying on his dubious gift that had been nurtured at his father’s will. Besides that, he knew that just killing his father would achieve nothing. Someone just as depraved would usurp his place. He needed to accumulate influence and power to assure that he would be appointed in his father’s place. But once he had, it was easy enough to convince his browbeaten stepmother to help cover his actions in the dead of night. Alex got his wish, ending his father’s life in a very hands on manner. And the once meek woman the duke had married and dominated took a quiet glee in helping him to dissolve the battered body.
Likes ↡
Music - Music really does soothe this savage beast; Alex loves listening to and playing it and it takes his mind off of his troubles. He can play keyboard and synth. If he could peacefully visit one kingdom besides his own it would be Musique.
Coffee: Alex practically lives on caffeine as he often prefers to get things done at night when there are fewer people around to bother him.
Company: He isn’t likely to admit it, but Alex doesn’t enjoy being alone. He doesn’t like when things are too quiet. He would rather have someone to ignore than no one at all.
Old Timey Diners: They let him imagine a simpler life in a simpler time. He likes to visit diners and similar eateries incognito and watch the people who patronize those places.
Dislikes ↡
Alcohol: His father was an abusive drunk who always stank of the swill he drank; Alex has always avoided alcohol as a result.
His name: Alex is fine, but he hates being called Alexis. It just bothers him and always has.
Silence: Too much quiet makes Alex anxious and fidgety. Even the hum of a fan is usually enough to dispel this, so he doesn’t have much problem working alone at night.
Being Touched: Even touching Alex for too long can have adverse side effects, usually a slight fever or a mild high for the more fortunate, and he prefers to avoid that. Besides that, in his experience few people ever want to touch him for any good reason and he has come to expect pain from any unsolicited contact. His initial reaction can range from shrugging off the contact to violent retaliation depending on his anxiety level at any given moment.
Violence: Despite how quickly Alex resorts to violence, he has never enjoyed it and laments that he caves to that instinct so easily.
Misc. Info ↡
If Alex has to fight, he prefers simple bludgeoning weapons like brass knuckles or a metal bat.
Alex is blind in his left eye due to a blow to the head from his father.
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Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Chandra Panesar
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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