Name: Lord Wyndham-Wellington Corinthian Whittemore
Occupation: Peer, Heir, Ne'er-do-well
Appearance: Wyndham is something of a beast of a man, towering over lesser mortals by almost a head in most instances, and being extraordinarily well-built, too. His social-standing as it is, he is well-presented at all times, with a posture as stiff as his shirt collars. Despite his gargantuan physique, he is somewhat unremarkable to look at, with his still-boyish face only partially obscured by a well-kept but thick brown beard. His hair, which is wiry and resilient, seems to grow too quickly to always be manageable, even with the extra effort afforded to and expected from a member of the Victorian gentry. Ultimately, there is something slightly comical about Wyndham's appearance: an enormous, bulky gentleman with a bad case of baby-face, and a slightly lazy eye that, without necessarily venturing into the territory of the grotesque, makes him look dimwitted and perpetually slightly confused.
History: Wyndham-Wellington is the youngest of the four Whittemore brothers by quite a long way; almost fifteen years separate him from his youngest sibling. He was, naturally, raised in the lap of luxury, and, unlike his brothers, has been exposed to the world of the Pravitas since, almost, his birth. Therefore, he has adapted to this world, and it is expected that, with a little bit more experience, he will be the one to lead their family to glory, in a whole new chapter of the British Empire.
Having finished his schooling, the Whittemores, for all intents and purposes, bought him a peership, and he has been a member of the House of Lords for almost three years now. In truth, he is no politician, and does not participate in the debates. What he does, however, do, is occasionally the visit the Palace of Westminster, if he should ever have business there, which he, increasingly, does.
He is still being tutored, as it were, in the management of the Gentry Machinists and in the cultivation of the Whittemore seat of power, but he is making strides, and his responsibilities are ever-increasing. In the time he does not spend working on the Whittemores' destiny, he travels around London to discover the plight of the poor, and he is reasonably well-known, among certain circles, as a bit of a philanthropist. He has set up two orphanage-come-schools in London, and three so-called Cooperative Workhouses, all bearing his own name (Wellington), funded by his own personal fortune and fundraising. Each of these has an emphasis on discovering and cultivating scientific and technical knowledge and ability in members of society that wouldn't normally have the potential to demonstrate their potential. Interestingly, many of the people from the Wellington Cooperative Workhouses go on to do menial but still somewhat skilled work on behalf of the Gentry Machinists. Equally interesting, those who do not demonstrate any particular prowess, sometimes go missing, permanently. But, hey, they're only vagrants and the workshy so they probably found something better or criminal to do. Probably. Note that, even though much of London knows his name, very few people know his face.
Personality: Though Wyndham appears to be, put bluntly, rather simple, he is anything but, and shares the characteristic sharp wit and ambition of the rest of his family. However, he, having been born in practically another generation, is infinitely more modern than any of them; he has modern perspectives that would be considered progressive even in a century's time, having no qualms about (most) aspects of female equality or differing races or religions or social standing. He believes that every human's value is based on their potential as a person – but not that every person has value. Needless to say, he does not splash his outlook on life into every conversation, as, apart from anything else, he is a very private person.
There are two sides to his personality, though: he works incredibly hard, almost around the clock. While working, he is impossible to distract and solves tasks quickly and efficiently. While he isn't necessarily scientifically-minded, he is something of a renaissance man; there are extremely few topics on which he cannot hold his own in an intellectual discussion, and there is little he can't do. On the other hand, it is not unknown for Wyndham to become stressed when he does not get his way, or when he fails at a given task, and, when he does, it is generally best to leave him well alone. In general, he avoids doing anything where his hands might get dirty, so to speak, but this doesn't mean he won't.
Equipment: Wyndham doesn't tend to carry much around with him, with the exception of his orante cane (which is massive enough to be proportionate to his body). Since he doesn't limp, you might assume it is an affectation. If you were more cynical, you might think it had something to do with being a makeshift cudgel. You might not expect the hidden sheath at the end to come away to reveal an electrode. The current is nowhere near strong enough to kill (lightly singe, maybe), but it will definitely surprise anybody unfortunate enough to be hit by it. It's an interesting weapon in that it hurts a little, without leaving any real traces, and the inevitable muscle spasms make it hard for the victim to resist him. That and, yes, it can be used for bludgeoning the unfortunate with.
Other: Those sensitive to Pravitas activities will notice that the Pravitas only rarely cling to Wyndham. Having been immersed in them from such a young age, and blessed with the force of character he has, he seems able to 'store' formless Pravitas, either within containers (yes!) like jars and bottles, but also within people that they take a liking to. Though he seems to derive no real power from them himself, he seems able to spread their influence and taint others particularly effectively.