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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 6:39 am
 (Art by kaname423, colors by Elyessi)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 9:38 am
Table of Contents / Rules / Contact Information
ToC
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 9:47 am
Devereux Baenreabban
Pronounciation: Deh-vr-oo
Race: 1/2 Yaeli 1/2 Leaf
Gender: Male
Occupation: Scion of the Baenreabban household and Exotic Beast Merchant
Significant Other: N/A
Physical Description: A taller sort with sharp eyes and a devilish grin.
Check out his quest for more details!
3 Base Traits: Deceitful, Self-indulgent, Loyal
Personality: Devereux is a lying trickster who never hesitates to spin the story into whatever best suits his objectives. He presents himself as a confident young man; brash, even, with a love of chaos. The young hybrid loves disrupting the security of his 'familial' home and watching others panic to bring the status quo to rights. So many have written him off as little more than a wretch, a waste of a good blood line, because of his actions but he's used it to his advantage. Devereux's mind is a sharp as whip and just as harsh.
There is little more Devereux loves more than a good party. A night out to unwind after days and days of tense interactions in a house that has never heard of 'love' leaves him ready for any moment he can let loose. Dancing, carousing; he adores it all! The Baenreabban's worry that he'll become nothing more than a hedonistic adult who will leave a further stain on the family name, but facts are that he needs this just to survive them. At least, that's how he sells it.
Devereux is fiercely loyal to those in his inner circle. Since it's so small he holds on as tightly as he can and will fight with everything he has to keep them safe. He's lied before to deflect fault away from them (his mother, mostly) and even taken punishments meant for others because he kept pushing situations just to get a rise.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 9:48 am
History
Salvatore Baenreabban was the third son in a prominent family and was treated as such. He knew responsibility and social protocols well, though he didn't seem as keen to follow them as his older brothers. With the family seemingly secure Salvatore took his business sense to Yael to start fresh, away from the keen eye of the Baenreabban's, and it was there he met his wife.
The Baenreabban's are a family whose wealth was curated by their dealings in the exotic animal trade. While some were raised as mounts, most were specifically bred and taken in to appease their elite clientele. Salvatore's work in Yael was no exception. He brought with him a variety of species most yaeli at the time had never seen and as such gathered quite a few local breeds to send back home to Tale.
Over the years Salvatore had taken many to bed, but it was in his middle age that he decided to take a wife nearly half his age. Salvatore had nothing to gain by taking Nephele as a wife. She had little in the way of coin, less in formal education, but what she lacked she made up in spirit. She was seen as a play thing by his family and little more; a distraction to keep Salvatore company while his elder brothers did their best to keep his adventures in Yael away from public scrutiny.
Then tragedy struck and situations changed.
Salvatore's eldest brother, and his family, burned alive in a house fire. It was unclear at the time whether it was an accident or an act of arson, but the line of succession went to his second oldest brother. Care of the family was secured for another three years, in which time Nephele gave birth to a son, and that brother too met an untimely end. An illness, they said; one that passed through his house as swift as a plague. Except...no one else in the village caught it and the family had been well just days before.
When word came from his father that Salvatore was to return immediately with his family he was rightfully hesitant (or so he appeared). In Nephele's eyes it was a sign from the Gods that their work was cursed, but Salvatore pushed aside her concerns. They would inherit a lifetime's worth of riches if they went back, and so would their son, Devereux. Why would she want to keep him from that? So, begrudgingly, Nephele agreed. If someone had tried to murder his brothers then surely they wouldn't come after Salvatore. After all, he'd been in Yael for years; what would he have to do with anything back in Tale?
By the time Devereux settled in Tale he was ten years old. The young hybrid was just old enough to remember Yael, but impressionable enough to grow accustomed to Tale. The extended family, his own grandparents especially, viewed him as worthless. His grandfather pressed Salvatore often over the years to be rid of Nephele and her son; that he had plenty of time left to make a true heir. Devereux himself took to the treatment as one would have expected; with a bitter rebellion. He hated Tale, hated his 'family' and the name that shackled him.
Overtime it became obvious that Salvatore was falling back into old habits. He spent less and less time with his wife in favor of those in the circles the Baenraebbans had held for years. At first Nephele fought against it, but when it became clear that outside influences were causing her own husband's affections to shift she stopped. Salvatore would urge Nephele to keep Devereux away if the family was there and started to only show any semblance of 'love' to them behind closed doors.
As he grew Devereux became more and more aware of his situation. The newness of his parent's marriage didn't last for long, and soon enough his father was seeking affections elsewhere. Nephele spent all of her time at home, saying her prayers to the Yaeli gods she'd been raised to believe, and teaching the same to her son. Seeing her suffer under Salvatore's neglect was hard, but Nephele did her best to keep a smile up for him.
As such Devereux became a master at hiding his true emotions. He keeps a near constant smile on his face, if for no other reason than to get under his father's skin, and does his best to get at others before they trick him. In his eyes Nephele was deceived by Salvatore like one of his pets and one day he plans on taking her back to Yael where she belongs.
Not before he ruins his father, though.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 9:49 am
RP Log Prentice
[Tale] Testing The Limits of Patience - Niiemh
[Tale] Outside the small box - Niiemh
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 9:50 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 9:51 am
Prentice Growth Form Character Name: Devereux
Class Promotion: Peddler [Merchant]
Current Location: Tale
Journal: x
Growth Point Links:
[10] Testing The Limits of Patience - Niiemh
[10] Outside the small box - Niiemh
Class Affinity/Choice Solo: [6]
Growth Blurb: Now that Devereux is engaged to be married he's taking a more active role in not only the family business, but in learning more about his betrothed. He isn't happy about it, if anything he'd planned on going back to Yael the first chance he got, but he's learning to make the best of an unforeseen situation.
Physical Description: Same general hair style with his bangs swept off his face and it's up to the artist if any accessories are added.
Outfit inspo, but maybe with a crop top like he has now to show his crystals or little cutouts (CC). Maybe even a blend of what he has and this Colors can be a mix of Tale/Yaeli, with any metallic accents in silver.
Definitely want to keep some kind of talisman/pendant of the Yaeli gods on him. Placement/size/etc is up for interpretation. He'll also need a wedding ring for this stage if the left hand is shown!
Body Type: A taller sort with sharp eyes and a devilish grin.
Preferred Artists: Kana [Any colorist], Scar [any colorist]
WIPs: Sure!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 7:27 am
Class Choice - Peddler (Merchant) With Devereux’s wedding fast approaching the Baenreabban household was in disarray. Salvatore had been working long hours to make sure the proper arrangements were made between caterers, florists, minstrels and even mages for an evening performance. While Devereux knew his father had been in contact with the Kavensei clan he himself had been expressly forbidden from it.
Devereux was not to set foot outside of the estate until the ceremony; that much was law.
Of course, he’d tested the limits and snuck out a few times. Most of his jaunts were during his father’s brief trips, trips that he couldn’t cancel no matter the timing of things, but as the day came ever close Devereux had put a stop to it himself. As much as he wanted to rebel in his heart the Baenreabban heir knew that it would do him little good. Between clothing fitting, his own prep work for the wedding, lessons, business meetings and the like he didn’t have time to entertain it. Even during those brief moments of rest between it all he was more apt to nap than anything else.
And then came an unusual breakfast. Nephele had snuck into his room just before sunrise, perched on the side of his best, and shook her son awake for a meal made of his favorite dishes. For a moment Devereux couldn’t fathom why until it dawned on him that it was his birthday.
As of that day, three days before the wedding, he was officially a ‘man’.
For an hour at most Devereux had a sense of peace. He watched the sunrise with his mother while she regaled him about his younger years. Tales of his infancy, toddler years and little birthdays he could no longer remember. In that moment, with the sun reflected on Nephele’s dark eyes, Devereux was truly able to take in the changes. Tale had taken the glow from her eyes, in both the literal and figurative sense, but underneath her demure mask she was as steady as ever. Nephele had always taken strength from her faith, and in that moment, Devereux was truly grateful the Baenreabban’s hadn’t been able to strip it from her.
Or specifically, Balon Baenreabban. Devereux’s grandfather; the true head of their house.
Once their morning was disturbed it was by Balon’s side that Devereux remained. While most assumed that Salvatore handled all the family’s business Balon wasn’t nearly so feeble that he would allow his son to hold the reigns. Most meetings and written missives were handled by him, with Salvatore handling those in neighboring countries, and Devereux learning what he could from the men at present. That day was no different. Balon had barely acknowledged his remaining grandchild when he entered the room, and any word of a birthday was out of the question.
The Talean’s mane was nearly white with a few whisps of deep, auburn hair around his temples. His eyes, sharp as ever in their old age, were such a deep green that Devereux had once thought them black. If the man’s cold exterior had ever warmed around Devereux that fire was snuffed out after ‘the incident’ as it was called. While Salvatore had raged and cursed Devereux’s impulsive nature to the seven hells, Balon had taken one look at his grandson and spoke words burned.
”How could you expect any less, Salvatore? You can dress a beast as a man, but you’re the fool for expecting it to behave as one.”
“Sit.” From his standing position at Balon’s side, Devereux looked down toward the desk to see the older man rising. As much as he tried not to let on that the act hurt his knees, Balon couldn’t help the way his features tensed just before coming to stand at his full height. Or at least, a convincing version of it. There wasn’t much he could do about ‘disguising’ a walking stick. “In a few moments a man named Grievis Carlon will come in. Do you recall the missive I sent last week?”
“Yes. He breeds Kinfas outside of Yera.” Their family had many dealings with Grievis over the years so to see the turn in his grandfather’s face directed at someone else for a change was odd. Devereux settled himself into the seat and adjusted the parchments in front of him before reading over the work. Ah. Now he knew why this meeting was happening.
“You’ll handle him. The future of our dealings with Grievis will come from your mouth, not mine. By all rights this family should have passed through your Uncles, but as they are no longer with us it goes to Salvatore, then you, and your son.” The intent was clear; Devereux was being tested. If he failed then the very future of his family would be in jeopardy, and his grandfather made sure he knew it wasn’t just their existing members who would suffer. Any children he had with Niiemh would also feel the brunt of his poor business decisions, so his training was only as good as the payoff.
It didn’t take long for Grievis to make his presence known. His voice could be heard from down the hall and it gave Devereux enough time to get comfortable in his seat before the Talean entered. The moment he saw Balon standing and Devereux sitting, however, his countenance went from slightly annoyed to outright repugnant.
“Balon, what’s the meaning of this? First I receive a letter accusing me of dirty dealings and now this? I came to address you not the boy.”
“The boy,” Devereux stated. In any other circumstance he would never have spoken above his grandfather, but this was different. “Is Devereux Baenreabban and while we have never had the chance to personally meet, Sir Carlon, I would ask that you lower your voice. This is a discussion between business partners; nothing more.”
“My business is with your grandfather and Salvatore; not you, boy. It’s not your sigil nor your hand that wrote these accusations and I didn’t travel here to talk lies with Salvatore’s b*****d.”
“For a child to be b*****d born their parents cannot be wed, but mine are. So, either your mind is failing you to the point where your business is my concern as future heir or your ignorance blinds you to mistakes that may have slipped through. Either way, it doesn’t paint you in a favorable light.” Devereux motioned calmly to the seat infront of him. “Please, sit. My grandfather will not be speaking with you today so if you would like a chance to save your name and your connections you’ll have to make due.”
In an instant Grievis’ skin flushed as deep a red as his hair before the man passed a look to Balon before ultimately sitting down. He took a breath to calm himself, though Devereux suspected it didn’t work.
When he seemed to take more time to calm than speak Devereux began sifting through a stack of parchment until finding the one he was looking for. “Some odd weeks ago you made a sale to my father for the purchase of three kinfa eggs, correct?”
“Yes. From my albino breeding pair.”
“From what you showed my father they were both of albino stock, hale and hearty, with a larger than average size. We have record saying that Salvatore found them to be of good condition and that it was agreed upon that half the clutch, no matter the size, would be sold to the Baenreabban’s upon their arrival.”
“And they were which is why I find this-“ Grievis removed the letter from his pocket and held it up into the air, “- to be slanderous lies. At no time did I sell anything that wasn’t from that pair. They laid a clutch of four eggs and two were given to the Baenreabban’s as it was stated in the contract.”
“Mr. Carlon, anyone with experience with kinfa knows that if eggs are transferred without proper care they are as good as dead. They arrived to us cold without insulation and were it not for the quick actions of our stable staff neither egg would have survived.”
“That is ridiculous. Any and all eggs I have sent to you have always been monitored-“
“Then why is it that your own transporter commented on the situation? You normally employee a party of five to move your goods, do you not? Two to care for the creatures, one to drive the wagon and two as security.” Devereux crossed his hands and leaned across the desk, making sure that his eyes caught Grievis’. “This time there were two and the weather was not in their favor. Those in your employ spoke of a harrowing journey in the rain where they did what they could to ensure the eggs stayed warm at the expense of their own health. In fact, they’re just down the hall recovering if you’d like to speak with them. Supervised, of course.”
After letting that bit of information sink in, Devereux leaned back and unfolded his hands. “One of the eggs perished; the other survived. Imagine our surprise when it not only hatched to reveal bright, golden feathers, but markings that neither parent have. In fact, they’re markings eerily like the very beast you came here on.”
“….I’ll…admit that a mistake was made.”
“A mistake?” Devereux let out a breathless laugh and leaned back into his chair. “This isn’t a mistake; you stole from us. You came to our home claiming falsehoods when you were the one who tried to deceive us with what is possibly the worst cover up I’ve ever seen.”
“…I’m not so proud a man that I can’t admit what I did was wrong. My family….our finances have not been good and another was interested in the clutch, but they didn’t want half. So I thought if I could have the male breed with another female that maybe at least one would be like him.” Catching himself, Grievis was quick to add, “You may not realize it yourself, but even if it were the eggs your father was promised they may not have turned out as the parents. Their coloring…it is unique.”
“Which was why we wanted it in the bloodline, even if the children didn’t have it. I’m not a fool; I understand that much.” Devereux reached over to the stack once more, pulled out another piece of parchment and slid it across the desk toward Grievis. “If you wish for business to continue between your line and my own you will repay the funds that were given to you with interest. Also, the next time that pair breeds one with be given to us free of charge. If any of these conditions are not met within the year all future connections are severed.”
“I just told you about my family’s financial crisis and you demand I give you coin I do not have?”
“If you had been forthwright to begin with the Baenreabban’s may have been able to help you with your poor budgeting. As it stands we have to protect our own interests and those that are loyal to us.” Devereux dipped a quill into the closest ink pot and handed it over. “Sign, Grievis. If you walk away now you’ll not be given a second chance.”
The deal itself felt dirty, especially knowing where the man was coming from, but the satisfaction Devereux got from it was vindicating. He wasn’t a warrior, nor was he mage or talented dancer like his soon to be wife. In this sense, as a merchant, he was falling into the very pit his family had designed for him. Maybe in another life he could have been something else, but in all honesty did he want to?
There was a thrill in a deal gone right, in catching someone who had wronged you, and really…he never wanted to give that up.
[1987]
[6]
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