O F A R G E N Y O N N E
“ We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down. ” - Kurt Vonnegut
―――――――――― Diederik Korbinian Isidor
┗ “Dirk”
💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
―――――――――― Prince of Argenyonne
💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
―――――――――― 20
💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
―――――――――― Male
💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
―――――――――― Pansexual
💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
―――――――――― Standing at exactly 6 feet tall, Dirk cuts a lean, effortlessly graceful figure that has since become the envy of many. His posture, on the other hand, leaves much to be desired. More often than not, you’ll find him standing with his shoulders rolled forward, knees bent, and his hands inside his pockets. Dirk has somewhat of a problem keeping still, too. It seems like he always has to be doing something with his hands — be it fiddling with his hair, or pulling at a loose thread on his clothes. It’s something that drives his parents absolutely crazy, but it’s not really something he can help.
When it comes to appearances, it’s an indisputable fact that he takes after his mother’s side of the family. This, of course, has led to speculation in the media regarding his true parentage. With a head of thick, dark hair, and eyes that are even darker still, Dirk looks nothing like his siblings — well, half-siblings, technically. Most of the time, his hair falls in messy, tousled waves around his face, reaching all the way down to his chin. Dirk’s jawline, however, is definitely something he got from his father. Chiseled and angular, it perfectly sets off his equally well-defined nose and cheekbones.
Dirk’s fashion sense can best be described as “eclectic”. Some days, he opts for loose, billowy garments — things that allow ease of movement. While on others, he has no qualms with the tried and true combination of a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He also seems to wear a lot of jewelry for a guy, mostly string and leather bracelets, though his fingers are often adorned with rings. A carved pendant of turquoise – his birthstone – hangs from a string around his neck, though it is usually hidden beneath his clothes.
💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
―――――――――― Anyone who knows Dirk knows that what you see is what you get. He’s never been the type to hide behind shrouds of mystery, of games and manipulation to get what he wants; and while he knows the importance of lying and putting on a facade in business, he has no respect for those who do so in real life. He’s never uncomfortable — in fact, his boldness often verges on brash, and crosses into downright crude, thanks to his lack of a filter. If he likes something, he’ll let you know, and if he doesn't, well, he’s never been particularly shy about voicing his opinion in that matter either. Try as he might, Dirk has never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away, more often than not.
When prompted to describe him, it’s hard for most people to find the right response, though they usually end up settling on the word “eccentric”. He often states that no one should take life too seriously because in the end, everyone ends up in the same place. Dirk is, by nature, extremely impulsive, both in the things he does and the things he says. As far as he’s concerned, life’s too short to just sit around and let shit happen. Even so, he can be unpredictable, adamant, and absolutely loathes making commitments, especially those he isn’t sure he can keep. But whatever one might be led to believe, he’s an extremely passionate, and emotional person. When he truly takes interest in something (or someone), he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about everything else.
Used to getting his way for most of his younger years, Dirk finds it hard to let go of anything once he has a grasp on it. When he truly does take an interest in something (or someone), he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about almost everything else. While he might not be the wisest, nor the most knowledgeable, he’s a good judge of character, and it takes little time for him to classify a person. He’s very often obsessive about the things he does, and the people he chooses to follow. That being said, however, he’s quite the fickle creature. Dirk thrives off adventure and change, and often finds himself bored when interacting with those who like things to stay in a certain order and live by routine.
💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
―――――――――― ✔ Music
✔ Cold weather
✔ Animals; yes, even snakes and insects.
✔ French fries
✔ Cigarettes
✔ Comic books
✘ Flying
✘ Sushi
✘ Bigots
✘ Coffee
✘ People who chew with their mouth open
✘ Cheesecake, because putting cheese in a dessert is just wrong on so many levels.
💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
―――――――――― In the eyes of his family and the public, Dirk is something of a black sheep. He was the result of the King of Argenyonne’s second marriage, a marriage that came to fruition a mere four months after his first wife passed in a fatal car accident. That was when Dirk’s mother, the current Queen, came into the picture. Beautiful, clever, and the scion of one of the most powerful houses on the continent, Lady Sofiya Apraksina was a favorite of the media with suitors aplenty. As the rumours went, however, she wouldn’t settle for anyone less than the king. It’s a popular theory amongst critics that she was the one who engineered her predecessor’s demise, with the intent of taking her place once she was dead. No one has ever managed to prove it, of course, and it’s likely that no one ever will, but it appeared mere rumours were enough to cast a questionable shade over her reputation.
And so, shortly after her marriage to the King, the newly crowned Queen Sofiya did what she could to quell gossip — with a healthy, trueborn son. That was how Dirk came to be: the King’s fifth child and the physical manifestation of a union the people of Argenyonne despised. It certainly didn’t help that he looked so similar to her, either. While his siblings took after their father, Dirk looked a lot more like his mother. From the darkness of his hair, to the sharp, almost feline disposition of his features, his very existence served as a reminder to the public about the events that came to pass.
Perhaps it was a blessing that Dirk was the King’s fifth child. With four others before him, his claim to the throne has never been of much import to anyone. Growing up, there was considerably less pressure on Dirk than there was on his siblings, and it allowed him a freedom most members of royalty never get to experience. It was well-known throughout Argenyonne that the King acknowledged his youngest son’s existence beyond what duty demanded; but Dirk’s mother exercised considerable effort to shield him from the reality of their situation.
For much of his childhood, Dirk remained blissfully unaware of the politics that surrounded him. Life was uncomplicated back then. Even his siblings – who in their adolescence and adulthood would come to treat him as an outsider – were a source of companionship for him. As a child, he always seemed to be flitting from one pursuit to another, never quite settling down on anything. There was a time where he covered every wall in his room with scrawlings of dinosaurs. While the very next week, he grew determined to learn how to ride a unicycle. It wasn’t until a relative from his mother’s side gifted him a cream and gold pianoforte that he finally discovered his true calling.
Dirk proved to be something of a virtuoso when it came to music, though he always held a preference for string instruments. Soon, he picked up the harp, viola, and eventually, the guitar. He taught himself to play by putting on songs by The Strokes, MGMT, and Queens of the Stone Age, then playing along to them in the privacy of his room. Suffice to say, there were far too many occasions when he would wake up an entire wing of the castle with the electrifying chords of good ol’ fashioned rock’n’roll.
Like the rest of his siblings, he was enrolled in the Voight-Canisius Preparatory Academy when he got old enough. It was an exclusive boarding school that catering to the children of the nobility, and whoever was rich enough to pay their way in. There, Dirk had the pleasure of meeting some like-minded individuals who shared his love of music. It was there that he started his first band – Rogue Machine – along with a group of friends. Much to his mother’s chagrin, he spent most of his time at school jamming with his band, though he still managed to scrape by with passing grades.
…Usually, at least.
And now, on the cusp of adulthood, Dirk finds himself a little lost. He doesn’t quite know what to do with his life, nor the sort of direction he should be heading towards. While his father may have considered him another pawn at his disposal, Dirk has since proven to be utterly uninterested in the trappings of aristocratic life. Instead of working to familiarise himself with the ins-and-outs of politics, Dirk would rather spend his time attending concerts, working on his debut album, and frequenting the smaller, seedier dive bars downtown with his friends. This, of course, has led to more than a few articles about him in the papers, some a little less savory than others.
So, in an effort to keep his youngest son out of trouble, the King of Argenyonne eventually decided to ship him off to Aciras, accompanied by far too many bodyguards for any one person. Although Dirk is willing to bet that they were only here to keep an eye on him, not to make sure he stayed free from harm.
💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
―――――――――― FC: Ezra Miller
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💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
―――――――――― 💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
―――――――――― TBD
💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
―――――――――― Together with a few good friends, Dirk started The Mutiny, as lead guitarist. The Mutiny is a prog-rock band that takes influence from Fleetwood Mac, The Who, and Pink Floyd. Most, if not all, of Dirk’s social media presence is centered around his band. He doesn’t have his own social media accounts, and instead, uses the band’s for whatever updates he might wish to share.
