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🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

A L E X A N D E R

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To say he was surprised to have a child approach him would be an understatement, but upon being spoken to Alexander raised his head. The boy seemed young, perhaps not yet at double-digits in age. However, the way he carried himself and the way he spoke made the blond think he was closer to the age of a first-year student at the Institute than a true child.

Thus, he narrowed his eyes more in confusion than in skepticism. Something felt off about this boy. There was a heavy sensation of metal about him, as if he were not even real, or perhaps as if most of him were reinforced with metalworkings. This confused him far more, but he did not let it cross his face. Instead he glanced at the title of the book being requested, then back at the boy. Surely he wasn’t genuinely interested in fairy tales; this was likely some kind of test. Thus Alexander smiled pleasantly at him.

“Perhaps something of a different nature would be more interesting to you?” he asked politely as he stood. He turned to study the titles of the books nearest them. “Someone with a vocabulary such as yours must be interested in a more advanced reading. Have you intentions of joining the Scholar Guild when you come of age? Or have you another gift?”

He gestured to another title. It was another pleasure read instead of an informative piece like the one he was reading (after all, the one he was looking at was turning out to be incredibly boring), but it was much more advanced than the original suggestion, and yet still contained fantastical elements. It had been a favorite of Alexander’s when he was first in the Institute. “How about this one instead?” he inquired. “It was one of my favorites when I was younger, and I still hold a piece of it dearly in my heart.”

His attention was diverted briefly when he recognized a voice. He turned to see Finnegan Oaks enter the library, and Alexander could not help but smile. Oh good, so there was another friend involved in this…whatever this was. He returned his attention to the child, knowing Finnegan had a few rounds of his own to do (Alexander did not understand how such a man could be friends with Lady Alyssana Grey, whom Alexander could only regard with tolerance and distance; after all, she was quite a joy-killer it seemed). “Will this be a better fit for you, or would you prefer the ah, shall I say, younger reading? For appearance’s sake.”

After all, if this child was in the library, there was a chance he was here for the same reason as Alexander himself, and therefore Finnegan and Rowena and Alyssana and whoever else was here. And if he was, then perhaps he would want to be as unassuming as possible, and Alexander would not wish to betray such a desire.

He set his own book aside and retrieved the book, handing it to the boy as he said, “My name is Amidale. Alexander Damien Amidale. Should you need assistance again, with anything at all, for the remainder of this evening, I shall likely be with the blond, mustached gentleman for a bit, though I shall remain in this library should I leave his side, seeing as it is the…least…drab, out of the rest of the decorated estate.”

With that, he picked up his cane, adjusted his cape, and made his way to Finnegan, ever the smile on his lips.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

VISUALS

the old Polyvore set

a better look at his cape

matching jacket

A L E X A N D E R

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"To the esteemed Mister Alexander Damien Amidale:

You are cordially invited to Supreme Commander Phillip Osborne's estate for a masquerade ball being held in honor of his daughter's twentieth birthday, to be hosted on the twenty-fifth of March, in the year eighteen-hundred and ninety-two.

You have been invited because you have accepted an offer to work with some of the city's most talented individuals. We humbly request that you confirm your acceptance by attending the ball. The library should be of particular interest.

Sincerely,
Supreme Commander Phillip Osborne
Minister of the Legionnaire Guild"

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What a dreary affair this was turning out to be.

"Elric, please have someone take a peek into Commander Osborne's place, or wherever this event is to be held, and have them inform me of how...well...how do I put this..."

"The masquerade will take place at his home, which means it will be very drab, sir," Elric informed Alexander as he poured the man's tea.

The craftsman looked at his chief of staff with a raised eyebrow. "And you'd know this...? Ah, yes, right. Legionnaire. Military. Never mind." He sighed a bit dramatically, tossing the paper and envelope into the fireplace behind him once he wrote the address in his datebook. "Not the...first choice of location I would make, but something tells me if this event is to be as...dismal as you seem to know it will be, they will be making the other guests' homes be the better options for the evening." He sighed again, picking up his tea once the spoon was finished stirring in the cream and sugar. "Thank you, Elric. It looks like I'll be saving my better costume for my own event later this year." He sipped his tea and dismissed his good friend.

The night of the masquerade, Alexander made sure his black suit, cream cravat with a gold, pearl, and garnet cravat pin, cream dress shirt, heeled black dress shoes (to make him just that much taller), and black cape with gold embroidery were as clean and stately as they could be. He polished his choice of pocket watch, the case matching both the head of his cane sword and the gold detailing on his cape as well as his cravat pin, and brushed off his top hat before bidding Elric a good evening. He went on his way via carriage as usual, preferring it to most other automated transport that had a tendency to break down or leave the safety of the ground. He placed his dark gold half-mask on as the carriage approached the Supreme Commander's estate, and upon entering he had to stifle a yawn. The place felt disused, abandoned, choking him with its dust. He used his handkerchief to discretely clear his lungs, passing through the ballroom to take in every detail. He pitied the musicians, he really did. Their instruments were cheap, and even he could play in better tune on such a terrible purchase. Still, he made his way into the parlor, and after nodding his head at a few individuals and taking in all he could, he set his gift for the host's daughter - a beautiful clockwork jewelry box that played music as the gears shifted to open it and reveal a mirror - he entered the library.

Now this was much more like it.

True, it was a shame that the best of a party would be saved for an exclusive set of individuals, but all the same Alexander was pleased that at least Osborne had a collection he took care of. He bid Captain Kingsford hello - 'and please, next time an event like this comes up, tell someone to contact me for help in decorations and musicians so the other guests can actually enjoy themselves' - before making his way around the room. A glint caught his eye, and he chuckled before making his way over to it. He sat in a chair nearby, sipping his sherry.

"I had no idea you were coming, dearie," Alexander said to Rowena. "I'm afraid we've overdressed for the occasion. I couldn't even oblige myself a single dance, the musicians made me far too sad. I almost wish I'd brought an instrument or two to replace with theirs or to play with them to make things sound...well, appealing."

He sighed, taking another sip of his sherry before resuming his talking and eating. "At least the alcohol is good and this pie is decent enough to keep eating. I'll have to throw another one of these, perhaps for some obscure yet not too obscure holiday or another, like St. Nicholas' feast day or just an ordinary yule ball or perhaps even a fall event…something. Or perhaps I should think of something sooner. It might be a bit late for an equinox gala, though I would love to see all the florals and light colors..."

Alexander sighed again. "Well, I'll let you get back to your…intriguing reading material” - at this he made a face after glancing at the book itself (so un-Rowena) - “and attempt to enjoy myself. Do find me if you get bored. Perhaps we can inspire the musicians to play a happier tune.” With that, he stood, gave her a wink and a small smirk, before perusing the shelves and taking a book over to another chair. His choice of seating was both hidden and within view, just as he was, and as he set his sherry down on the nearby table, he opened the book and began to read, his blue eyes often leaving the gold-leafed pages to scan the crowd, wondering if he would have even a little bit of fun tonight.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

@TwilightShadowrandom but: I love your avatar

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

@ayzrulesSame here tbh (except I move in on Monday and classes start Tuesday and work most likely starts Wednesday).

Depending on the season we need Alexander's autumn and/or winter masquerade ball because I need my extra-as-all-hell bab to have an excuse to wear a particular mask and be looking his absolute best while pushing the limits of scandalous and socially acceptable.

(https://78.media.tumblr.com/081aa5e679b3bf211707496bd9d87666/tumblr_pdqm3oBvOz1t2au2do1_400.jpg just with spots for his eyes)

Also why do I feel like Alexander is a fabulous poker player (and therefore need to see him playing cards at said event)? And not even just for the acting/poker face part.

Plus there is the dinner party/event thing the Chandlers host in the thingy you sent me when I approached you about making her.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

LADY EUDORA MAY CHANDLER

🎀𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Lady Eudora May Chandler, nee Vos | Euramay (by her husband and brother), Eura, Dora (she hates this), May

🎀𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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As she is the wife of the Master Artisan, Minister of the Craftsman Guild, she is given the titleLady

🎀𝓐𝓰𝓮
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39 years | she will be forty in two months

🎀𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Female | she/her

🎀𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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HEIGHT: 5’7”
BUILD: not as slim as she once was but well-proportioned, graceful; despite her love of food she has remained somewhat petite, though perhaps that is because she makes smaller treats and eats only a few of them
HAIR: long; blonde, almost yellowishly so; usually keeps her hair carefully curled when up and sleeps with a head full of pin-curls or other forms of curling, though when down the curls don’t always hold as well and thus is oftentimes wavy instead of loosely curled
EYES: dark grey-blue; usually expressing how she truly feels under a layer or two of acting
STYLE:

Examples

is usually wearing gloves (and it’s more than just for polite society appearances); likes light blues, purples, yellows, greens, and deep pinks; florals are acceptable but she prefers minimal patterns or none at all; she knows what looks good on her and wears it, even if it is an older style or dying trend; is not entirely above wearing pants but only when people won’t see or know it’s her, and secretly likes men’s fashion; always wears her wedding and engagement rings
Think: Edith Cushing from Crimson Peak, Irene Adler from RDJ’s Sherlock Holmes films, amongst other inspiration
SCARS: her right hand is badly scarred from an accident at Madame Geraldines, but rather than letting the accident make her afraid of working with poisons and explosives, she merely worked harder to perfect them
NOTES: was something of a beauty in her youth;
FACECLAIM: Kate Winslet

🎀𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Madame Geraldine’s Finishing School For Young Ladies of Quality

🎀𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭
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Apothecary | Meracura

🎀𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽s
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Wound Healing
--- can heal wounds from small scrapes and bruises to deep tears and breaks with a touch of her hand (complete with amber sparks shooting from her fingertips)
--- so long as the wound is not fatal nor has the injured party lost too much blood, she can heal it, though the wound may have lasting effects (i.e. a broken leg may result in a slight limp for a few weeks, a large gash may scar); the more severe the wound, the longer the effects last and the worse they may be
--- can reduce pain and inflammation in others
--- she cannot heal herself, no matter how hard she tries; perhaps she lacks the will to heal herself, not the skill or ability to…

🎀𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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Owner and operator of a small apothecary shop; former member of the emergency response team

🎀𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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polite, shy, almost terrifyingly positive, optimistic, faithful, honest, a tad introverted, gentle, maternal, romantic, loving, gracious, graceful, natural hostess, decorous, proper, pleasant, generous, loves to help others, reliable, trustworthy, surprisingly somewhat naive, sometimes too trusting, not to be underestimated, highly intelligent, cunning, clever, ingenious, artistic, lyrical, is exceptionally skilled at sounding incredibly matter-of-fact while divulging some of the most sensitive or intense information all while maintaining her usual pleasant air with the only indication of her intentions of ill-will being present in her eyes, deadlier than she looks, quick-thinking, usually has a solution, if it takes more than two times of saying your name to get your attention the third time is said far less pleasantly, can have a bit of a macabre sense of humor at times, is filled with self-doubt, mindful of maintaining appearances

🎀𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?
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Between her connections with both a father and a brother in the Legionnaire, being married to the Minister of the Craftsman Guild, and best friends with Madame Geraldine herself, it hardly seems a wonder Captain Kingsford would contact Eudora. Her former status as a member of the emergency response team (which she left to run an apothecary shop after her husband became a Minister and wanted her to be better able to play nobility) doesn’t hurt either. And besides—who else do you turn to when you need the perfect exploding cream puff or other decadent sweet? Of course there’s her skills in poison and knives, but she is much better at extracting information based on the accruing of favors, and her younger brother’s status on the police force and father’s position in the air navy bode as two very large sources of debt to her…and therefore good information.

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷
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Poison, stiletto and butterfly knives, explosives, hat pins, hair sticks, wit, food (esp. pastries)

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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She’d rather not, especially considering she’s supposed to save lives not hurt them, but a good cup of tea as she explains how she can slander your name while fluttering those beautiful lashes of hers then requests your assistance in some matter or another in exchange for keeping the name clean…well, perhaps over tea is the best way for her. If not, then from a distance with poison or a thin knife should do the trick. She may host lavish parties and know how to speak without seeming to take a breath, but that does not mean she enjoys conversation or confrontation.

🎀𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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+ Pastries: Poisonous and Projectile
+ Fatal Florals
+ Tea-time Tact and Tactics
+ Puddings and Preemptive Poisonings
+ Fatal Florals
+ The Lethal Application of Hatpins and Hair Sticks
+ Applying Etiquette to Espionage
+ Ball Gowns and Betrayals
+ Fashion, Firearms, and Fisticuffs for a Young Lady of Quality (though she was never very good at fisticuffs)
+ Tactical Fashions
+ Pistols and Petticoats
+ Absolutely anything to do with food, medicine, poison, or fashion

🎀𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Eudora May Vos, as she was born, grew up in a house ruled by military precision. A father in the air-navy appointed as a commander by the Admiralty ensured this. For the most part, she was confined to the nursery growing up, hence why her younger brother Gregory (six years her junior) absolutely adored her. He would get scrapes and bruises just to watch the amber sparks fly off her fingertips as she healed his wounds. Euramay, as her brother called her, would even paint his fingertips orange just to pretend to be doing the same with his tin soldiers as she did with him. Eventually their mother, Vivianne Vos, convinced their father to allow them out of the nursery, and Gregory gained other friends to mimic and to help him develop his own voice.

Eventually she went to Madame Geraldine’s and became incredibly close with the eventual Madame Geraldine herself, despite the now-headmistress being a few years Eudora’s senior. During what would end up being her absolute favorite class — Pastries: Poisonous and Projectile — there was a small accident. Eudora doesn’t remember the details, but she can remember hot oil and a small explosion before the pain in her right hand started. Someone was able to treat it before any terrible damage was done, but her hand and forearm were scarred that day. And yet, despite how most would be traumatized and refuse to try again, Eudora insisted upon perfecting the skills so no one not intended target(s) would be harmed. Her culinary skills became nearly unmatched following the event, but rather than sporting her scars or her story proudly, she makes sure to wear gloves whenever around others just to keep them from staring. Even lace will disguise those burns, after all.

Eudora became a member of the emergency response team two years after graduation as a skilled mera-healer. It was as a member of the team that she met Maxwell Chandler the night he lost three of his fingers. Maxwell never elaborated whether the removal of the fingers was an accident or if it was someone’s intention to harm him, but it didn’t matter to her. She fell in love with his more quiet and shy nature, and he with her desire to help others even if her education gave her the ability to harm them, too. They bonded over their bad right hands and somewhat macabre humor, and eventually married when she was 26 and he 31.

Two years later they had their first son, Kipling. Three years after Kipling’s birth, Maxwell was selected to become Minister of the Craftsmen guild and yet little of their personal life has changed, if only given access to higher circles in addition to remaining with some of their old ones for some of the friendships. Upon becoming Minister, Maxwell asked Eudora to end her service in the emergency response team so she could be better able to host and perform her social duties as his Lady, and she agreed. It gave her time to be with her son, and allowed them to expand the family further. A year after their status change they had their second son Eddison. Two years after Eddison came their third son, Leopold.

Eudora now runs a small apothecary shop just as her husband still does his work with glass blowing and mechanics, if only because they want something to do with their time. She is happy to be helping others, and perhaps her shop sells a few things other than medicine and healing remedies. She is, of course, also racking up quite the list of favors owed to her by doing favors for others. But how else is she supposed to make use of her schooling?

By responding to a strange letter from Captain Kingsford, of course.

🎀𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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🎀 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼:

+ food, esp. pastries and fruit
+ drawing
+ the scents of pine, vanilla, honeysuckle, and warm metal (something her husband usually smells like when he doesn’t smell of hot glass)
+ glass figurines (which her husband makes for her but will also purchase for her if she spies one in a shop window that she simply must have in her collection)
+ music, especially piano and cello (she can sort of play piano but she prefers to listen to others play)
+ children, especially her own
+ her husband
+ feeling useful or needed
+ being doted on
+ her husband’s laugh
+ anatomy
+ festivities (especially festivals, parties, formal events, and dinner events)
+ fashion
+ cats (especially the fluffy white ones)
+ art
+ flowers
+ scones
+ rain

🎀 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼:

- things not going according to plan
- not having a plan
- when things don’t match
- people assuming she’s a social butterfly just because she hosts wonderful parties and events (she gets tired after too much socialization, but she doesn’t show it so not to offend anyone and to play the part as hostess)
- messes (even if they’re part of the plan)
- rudeness
- bad hygiene
- spicy things
- being cold
- her right hand
- having to maintain appearances (it’s exhausting)

🎀 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼:

+ an incredible healer
+ can make herself seem very threatening with minimal change in appearance
+ is an incredible artist, with superb skills in realism; she likes to draw anatomical models and such, as well as birds and portraits
+ accruing favors from others
+ an excellent hostess, she is known to host some of the best parties and events
+ reliable
+ trustworthy
+ makes incredible pastries and sweets, including the explosive kind
+ knowledgeable of medicine and anatomy
+ good with poisons
+ not half bad with a knife, hat pin, hair stick, or any range of firearm

🎀 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼:

- glass figurines — she absolutely adores them and will almost always stop in shop windows to admire them (her husband usually obliges her)
- her husband and children
- helping others
- is sometimes too trusting
- often loyal to a fault
- scones (she loves them but can’t make them herself)
- is not exactly physically imposing or strong

🎀 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼:

+ “We will just have to do it together now won’t we?”
+ “Eddison for the love of all that is good please get off the table.”
+ “I may love that woman, but I swear if I hear her say ‘quali-tay’ ONE MORE TIME!”
+ “I can ruin your life in a single breath while sipping my tea, are you really that opposed to doing as I’ve asked of you?”
+ “I deal best in wounds and favors.”
+ “My husband and I are essentially each other’s right hands. Neither of our real right hands are very pleasant to look at, but we most certainly are.”
+ “Shall we take a walk, or are we quite alright with remaining discreetly uncomfortable in our seats?”
+ “Kindness is a virtue not all of us have.”

🎀 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼:

http://morningstar1399.tumblr.com/tagged/aesthetic%3A-lady-chandler
{ M: It takes you to the tag “aesthetic: lady chandler” on my tumblr, so you don’t have to scroll through 40+ more images on this page. }

🎀 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼:

Lord Maxwell Chandler, Master Artisan, Minister of the Craftsman Guild, husband (FC: Michael Fassbender)
Age: 45 years
Guild: Craftsman
Guild gift: Metal manipulation
--- can fuse metal without needing tools
--- is exceptionally gifted when working with metal
--- can change the temperature of metal so it burns the bearer or becomes too cold to comfortably carry
--- can work his mechanical hand (made primarily of iron and nickel) | “It’s not manipulating a machine, but manipulating the metal itself.”
--- can manipulate magnetic fields and magnetic metals, including being able to temporarily magnetize usually nonmagnetic metals
--- a skilled mechanic
Personality: usually presents as professional and distant and diplomatic, has an incredible laugh, kind, paternal, sometimes his humor is a bit macabre, can be incredibly romantic with his wife, prefers to be in his shop working with glass or metal, adores his children
Additional Information:
--- a skilled glassblower and mechanic
--- graduated from the Polytechnique Institute of Arts and Sciences in 1865
--- has a mechanical right hand that he uses what remains of his hand and his guild gifts to manipulate (it’s primarily the index, middle, and ring fingers of his hand, but there is an elaborate sleeve of metal around his palm and down most of his forearm to keep everything in place); usually keeps it covered by a leather glove so people don’t stare or get alarmed
--- loves his wife very much
--- wants to frame some of her drawings, but knows guests will not appreciate a breakdown of the human brain while enjoying a fine meal; that being said, he has some of her work framed in his private office, including a black and white rendering of the family
--- makes his wife tiny glass figurines because he knows how much she loves them
--- became Minister nine years ago
Images: http://morningstar1399.tumblr.com/post/177280973560/michael-fassbender-as-lord-maxwell-chandler-edits

Kipling Maximilian “Kip” Chandler, son
Age: 12 years
Guild: N/A, but will most likely join the Scholarly Society
Guild gift: Cognitive enhancement (Scholar Guild)
--- eidetic memory — can remember everything he sees and hears
--- speed reader — can read 1,000 words per minute, and is likely to only get faster as he gets older
--- human calculator — can compute massive math equations in his head with little difficulty
Notes:
--- constantly asks for a dog
--- is practically a piano prodigy
--- has his mother’s blond hair and his father’s curls

Eddison Ranger Chandler, son
Age: 8 years
Guild: N/A, but wants to be part of an aerial unit for the Legionnaires, what with his mechanical wings (which he doesn’t have yet but intends to soon)
Guild gift: Machine communication (Merchant Guild)
--- can operate his mechanical eyepiece (to help him see better out of his green eye)
--- toys with his father’s mechanisms and smaller machines
--- wants to get a set of mechanical wings but his parents want to wait on that until he’s older before helping him make them
Notes:
--- constantly follows his father around
--- the more rambunctious and disobedient of the three boys
--- has his father’s curly red hair
--- has heterochromia — the left eye is blue, the right eye is green

Leopold Grayson Chandler, son
Age: 6 years
Guild: N/A, but will most likely be encouraged to pursue becoming a Legionnaire like his grandfather and his uncle
Guild gift: Enhanced physical abilities (Legionnaires)
--- is incredibly fast (which makes chasing after him a nightmare)
--- heightened sense of balance
Notes:
--- adores his mother
--- wants to be like his eldest brother
--- has his father’s red hair though it isn’t as curly as his father’s

Commander Melville Vos, father (FC: Jim Beaver)
Age: 68 years
Guild: Legionnaire, air-navy
Notes:
--- is a widower — his wife died 4 years ago
--- owes his daughter many favors

Constable Gregory Vos, brother (FC: Matthew Beard)
Age: 34 years
Guild: Legionnaire, police officer
Notes:
--- owes his sister many favors
--- spent most of his childhood trying to be like his sister until he realized he could help people in other ways (though it was amusing how many times he got orange paint on his hands and therefore everything he touched from trying to make pretend sparks so he could pretend to heal like she could)

RELATIONSHIPS

Lady Eudora May Chandler

{“I deal best in wounds and favors.”}

⏳ Alexander Damien Amidale ⏳

"The young man with the nice laugh and the pretty hair? I like him"

+ They have met on more than one occasion for various events hosted by her and her husband, and they’ve always appreciated each other’s company.
+ She has been known to have him over for tea every so often.
+ Her children adore him. Alexander adores them in return.
+ He has been careful, however, not to bring up his attraction to her husband, though with the way he sighs over seeing him might give that away…

🎀 Lady Rowena Imperia-Airwright 🎀

"Thoughts on person"

+ Relation Details

⏳ Vincent Halverson ⏳

"Thoughts on person"

+ Relation Details

⏳ Finnegan Oak ⏳

"He does love to flirt, doesn’t he?"

+ They are acquaintances to say the least. He flirts with her, she blushes and looks away, and then buys more perfume from him.
+ On occasion she sends people to him for poisons in applications other than stomach or mouth ingestion, amongst his other helpful things that she cannot provide in her shop.
+ She rather likes him, but doesn’t return his flirting with anything more than “it would never work between us” because it’s the truth.

⏳ Walter Oaks ⏳

”Thoughts on character”

+ Relation Details

🎀 Lady Alysanna Grey 🎀

"Thoughts on person"

+ Relation Details

🎀 Elodie LaVerre 🎀

"Thoughts on person"

+ Relation Details

⏳ Arsenio Lennard-Jones ⏳

”Thoughts on person”

+ Not familiar with him, however Eudora does have a soft spot for children, as any mother would.

🎀 Elizabeth Lockheart 🎀

”Thoughts on character”

+ Relation Details

⏳ Chester Lockheart ⏳

"Thoughts on person"

+ Relation Details

🎀 Helena Burton 🎀

”Thoughts on character”

+ Relation Details

⏳ Roderick Derrington ⏳

”Thoughts on person”

+ Relation Details

🎀 Reeza Valarios 🎀

”Thoughts on character”

+ Relation Details

🎀 Visia Leontine 🎀

”Thoughts on character”

+ Relation Details

🎀 Penelope Van Luthen🎀

”Thoughts on character”

+ Relation Details

Nathaniel Enright

”I miss his smiles terribly”

+ Despite slight age differences, they were childhood friends. She and his wife were among the few people he was a bit warmer around.
+ Knowing his disappearance is now connected to this decidedly shifty investigation is not easy. As much as she wants to tell her friend about Nathaniel's involvement, she knows she cannot.

Elizabeth Enright

”It's as if we're sisters”

+ Despite slight age differences, they are childhood friends. It was Lizzy who came up with the nickname Euramay first.
+ Ever since her husband's disappearance the two have been a bit more distant than usual, and Eudora blames herself.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Although, In his defense, I think he might simply be a Nervous Flirt, and he has no Off-Button.

@Briza

lmao that is great
True, though I was considering more his range of poison-making and her more specific type.
I doubt she wouldn't ever not be a bit blushy about it, but she would always politely decline/refuse to engage in flirting back. Besides, she's a good 10 years older than him. She might make a small "it would never work, darling" remark sometimes and not try to dissuade his flirting exactly, but...well. Her husband has no worries about her.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

@Brizaalso I'm an idiot and forgot how Finnegan and Eudora might feel about each other.

She might know him for his perfumes, and would likely come in with her husband to help her pick something they both liked, then she'd get exclusively that. She wouldn't be a very frequent customer (unlike Alexander who stops in whenever he feels like it), but if she knows what he does in addition to proper perfumes she'd add him to a list of people she can direct some of her own customers to should they need something she herself cannot provide. They might be competitors in the poisons part, though she specializes in consumable poisons and it seems he does more topical or aerosol (term used because I can't think of the right word) applications (seeing as he puts them in perfumes). So if she can't give what a person needs, she can still suggest him. In a way then less competitive than should be "healthy" in terms of competition, but like...she really doesn't need the money anyway and usually just takes a favor instead.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

@Briza@ayzrulesthey are going to spur so many "behave!" and "why must I always play mother to you two?" remarks from Alexander.

yesss my thoughts exactly. Finnegan would also likely notice that Alexander's attraction to Vincent is different from his attraction to every other man he's fawned over or thrown himself at in some way, shape, or form. It would be present on his face and possibly in his smell, but it'll be interesting nonetheless to see Finnegan tease Alexy for it relentlessly.

but also imagine Finnegan bringing up Alexander's attraction to Vincent when Alex and Finnegan are next around Rowena, cuing Alex to nearly choke on or spit out his drink. Rowena would possibly be like "oh, finally a decent one" or "you think I don't already know?" cuing Alex to do a second spit-take.

Everyone who sees them together at events must confuse their little triangle as being friends...sort of like how must confuse Alexander and Rowena as being potentially romantically involved. Idiots, the lot of them.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

@ayzrules@BrizaLMAO Alex being around them one day while they're flexing and being like "oh will you two PLEASE get along while I am in your presence?"

And of course Alexander is like "if you're suggesting I am attracted to him, yes, yes I am, but there is nothing between us but friendship"

Ooo, that could end up interesting depending on what Finnegan picks up when Alexander and Vincent are around each other.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

@Brizaomg I love it. Finnegan would never fail to get Alexander flustered if he spoke like that to him. Then Finnegan could tease him for getting tongue-tied and Alexander would be like "would you please stop calling me Alexy" but also rather like the nickname. Only Finnegan can call him Alexy.

Perfect! :D