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Lady Zarai Lesdeman - Heir of Puerto Vira

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_____________________________ _____________________________ - B A S I C I N F O - N A M E. Zarai Luzero Lesdeman A G E. 24 G E N D E R. Female S E X U A L I T Y. Pansexual T I T T L E. Lady Ledesman, Heir of Puerto Vira	_________________________________ - P E R S O N A L I T Y - Outspoken | Direct | Creative | Friendly Unashamed | Free-Spirited | Loyal Since a child, Zarai has always rebelled against the idea of her role in society. Her parents had tried to drill into her mind their own expectations and dreams for her, and she would try for the opposite every time. She could be described as eccentric with her wild opinions and mannerism. It is clear that Zarai cares very little about what other nobles think of her.	_____________________________ - A P P E R A N C E - H A I R. Strawberry Blonde H E I G H T / W E I G H T. 5'1" - 165 E Y E S. Blue B O D Y M A R K S. She has a small scar on her left leg. S T Y L E. Zarai likes to wear whatever she wants. Sometimes it's big poofy dresses, other times flowy gowns and other times she enjoys wearing trousers and a coat. In recent months she has started gaining a bit of weight, especially around her stomach and thighs, but isn't bothered by it.

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_______________________________________________ Lady Zarai was born with a diamond-encrusted spoon in her mouth to Duke and Duchess Lesdeman of Puerto Vira in Varian. As the only daughter and heir to the Lesdeman, she was raised by some of the best tutors and nannies Varian and Caesonia had to offer. Outspoken about her rejection of the roles that women and men must follow and the clear divide of classes between nobles and commoners have labeled Lady Lesdeman as an eccentric and radical young lady. Rumors of her in the company of other ladies and men, along with various commoners and even criminals, have surfaced. No matter how hard her parents have tried, those rumors have punched a blow in the Lesdeman name and more directly towards Zaira herself. Many of the nobles from Puerto Vira and from the surrounding areas have deemed the young lady and heir of the duchy somewhat of an annoyance and target of their ridicule- especially after seeing Zarai dressed in men's wear to a ball held in the capital of Varian. The list of suitors for Zarai has dwindled as many see her uncontrollable and unmarriable. As a last resort to control their daughter, the Duke and Duchess Lesdeman gave Zaira an ultimatum. Either find a husband that will care for her- anyone that could handle her insane ideas and actions or she would be married off to the only suitor that is still willing to have her. Lord Monet is an older gentleman at the ripe age of 54, who strangely always smells of wet dog. Zarai, desperate to not marry an old man, agreed to their condition, vowing to find someone- anyone to marry during the season. Hider H I S T O R Y Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? Nurtured by all the many nannies and my ever present mother. When you were upset, where was your sanctuary? Our gardens, far away from my mother and father's constant nagging. Or out in the city by the docks. What were you like in your teenage years? A rebellious woman. My mother would tell you that I was a little devil. My father would say I was the devil herself. How close are you to your parents? We are as close as the stars in the sky are to us. Do you have any trauma that haunts you? Not particularly. I grew up in a sheltered household. What is your biggest regret? Don't have any, yet! R O M A N C E Have you ever been in love? No, and I don't believe in it. What is most important in a partner to you? That they do not exist. How do you display affection? What is your love language? Physical touch mostly, is there another way? Have you had your first kiss? What was it like? Yes, it was one of my childhood friends- won't say who! Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not? No, it only exists in fairytales and books of fiction. What does marriage mean to you? A way to keep stinky old men far away from me. Do you ever consider having children in the future? No, never. Those little bastards hate me as much as I do them. P E R S O N A L I T Y Describe your ideal Sunday morning. Breakfast in need and a pretty lady under my covers. What kind of person do you aspire to be? Not my parents, that is for sure. What bad habits do you have? I often speak without thinking, gets me into quite a lot of trouble. If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be? There's not much I can change that would make my situation any better. What is your greatest fear? Being marries off to a complete stranger that does not love me. What are your pet peeves? People that stink. When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others? Alone and as far away from everyone. Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? Fists.

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____________________________________________ L I K E S. - Music Concerts - Art, painting - Reading all sorts of material - Trousers D I S L I K E S. - Her parent's nagging, or just her parents overall. - Dancing any formal dances. - Singing in front of others, she's good but her mother has always forced it on her. - Thunderstorms, or any sort of loud unexpected noise.	____________________________________________ O C C U P A T I O N. - A menace to high society and her family - Artist H O B B I E S. - Playing the cello and violin - Art - Botany S K I L L S. - Musically talented - Oil Painting and sketching - Fencing - Eating a whole cake by herself

Lesdeman Family

_{Dowager Duchess (Fraternal Grandmother) - Luzero Maria Lesdeman
Duke of Puerto Vira (Father) - Guillermo Santiago Lesdeman
Duchess of Puerto Vira (Mother) - Francesca Anne Lesdeman}

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Lady Zarai Lesdeman

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_____________________________ _____________________________ - B A S I C I N F O - N A M E. Zaira Luz Lesdeman A G E. 24 G E N D E R. Female S E X U A L I T Y. Pansexual T I T T L E. Lady Ledesman, Hair of Puerto Vira	_________________________________ - P E R S O N A L I T Y - Outspoken | Blunt | Creative | Cynical Unashamed | Free-Spirited | Secretive Since a child, Zaira has always rebelled against the idea of her role in society. Her parents had tried to drill into her mind their own expectations and dreams for her, and she would try for the opposite every time. She could be described as eccentric with her wild opinions and mannerism. It is clear that Zaira cares very little what other nobles think of her.	_____________________________ - A P P E R A N C E - H A I R. Strawberry Blonde H E I G H T / W E I G H T. 5'1" - 135 E Y E S. Blue B O D Y M A R K S. She has a small scar on her left leg. S T Y L E. Zaira likes to wear whatever she wants. Sometimes it's big poofy dresses, other times flowy gowns and other times she enjoys wearing trousers and a coat.

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_______________________________________________ Lady Zaira was born with a diamond-encrusted spoon in her mouth to Duke and Duchess Lesdeman of Puerto Vira. As the only daughter and heir to the Lesdeman, she was raised by some of the best tutors and nannies Varian and Caesonia had to offer. Outspoken about her rejection of the roles that women and men must follow and the clear divide of classes between nobles and commoners have labeled Lady Lesdeman as an eccentric and radical young lady. Rumors of her in the company of other ladies and men, along with various commoners and even criminals, have surfaced. No matter how hard her parents have tried, those rumors have punched a blow in the Lesdeman name and more directly towards Zaira herself. Many of the nobles from Puerto Vira and from the surrounding areas have deemed the young lady and heir of the duchy somewhat of an annoyance and target of their ridicule- especially after seeing Zaira dressed in men's wear to a ball held in the capital of Varian. The list of suitors for Zaira has dwindled as many see her uncontrollable and unmarriable. As a last resort to control their daughter, the Duke and Duchess Lesdeman gave Zaira an ultimatum. Either find a husband that will care for her- anyone that could handle her insane ideas and actions or she would be married off to the only suitor that is still willing to have her. Lord Monet is an older gentleman at the ripe age of 54, who strangely always smells of wet dog. Zaira, desperate to not marry an old man, agreed to their condition, vowing to find someone- anyone to marry during the season. Hider H I S T O R Y Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? Nurtured by all the many nannies and my ever present mother. When you were upset, where was your sanctuary? Our gardens, far away from my mother and father's constant nagging. Or out in the city by the docks. What were you like in your teenage years? A rebellious woman. My mother would tell you that I was a little devil. My father would say I was the devil herself. How close are you to your parents? We are as close as the stars in the sky are to us. Do you have any trauma that haunts you? Not particularly. I grew up in a sheltered household. What is your biggest regret? Don't have any, yet! R O M A N C E Have you ever been in love? No, and I don't believe in it. What is most important in a partner to you? That they do not exist. How do you display affection? What is your love language? Physical touch mostly, is there another way? Have you had your first kiss? What was it like? Yes, it was one of my childhood friends- won't say who! Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not? No, it only exists in fairytales and books of fiction. What does marriage mean to you? A way to keep stinky old men far away from me. Do you ever consider having children in the future? No, never. Those little bastards hate me as much as I do them. P E R S O N A L I T Y Describe your ideal Sunday morning. Breakfast in need and a pretty lady under my covers. What kind of person do you aspire to be? Not my parents, that is for sure. What bad habits do you have? I often speak without thinking, gets me into quite a lot of trouble. If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be? There's not much I can change that would make my situation any better. What is your greatest fear? Being marries off to a complete stranger that does not love me. What are your pet peeves? People that stink. When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others? Alone and as far away from everyone. Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? Fists.

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____________________________________________ L I K E S. - Music Concerts - Art, painting - Reading all sorts of material - Trousers D I S L I K E S. - Her parent's nagging - Dancing any sort of formal dance - Singing in front of others - Thunderstorms	____________________________________________ O C C U P A T I O N. - A menace to high society and her family H O B B I E S. - Playing the cello and vialin - Art - Botany S K I L L S. - Musically talented - Oil Painting and sketching - Fencing - Eating a whole cake by herself

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______________________________________ I N T E R A C T I O S N : @Tae , @Helo	______________________________________ M E N T I O N S : -

Nahir shook her head, nudging her dear friend back just as she had. "There were indeed many eyes upon us, but I doubt we have won many hearts." She swirled the wine around for a bit as she looked up and around the ballroom with Saiya, following her gaze. She couldn't quite pin down who she was looking at, but nonetheless, Nahir was rooting for her. She wished for her dear friend to find someone that would make Siaya happy, make her dreams come true and -

Nahir smiled at the mention of Munir, rolling her eyes before looking towards the spot she had last seen him. "One or two- but I've yet to view the rest of what this season has to offer." Nahir had never been much of a fan of keeping one lover at a time- and she made it no secret either. Of course, not many would know this outside the Sultan's Palace. Here, in Caesonia, Nahir was just a Shehzadi serving her Kingdom with a rather big addiction to shopping.

Nahir turned to look at the bowl before taking one of the folded pieces. "Looks like we are staring." She turned to look at her friend again, reaching over to adjust some of the ornaments on her shoulder. "Remember to enjoy tonight, Saiya." Just in queue, Nahir's number was called by the man in front of the dance floor. "Have fun."

Nahir gave Saiya another smile before turning and walking to the dance floor. As she approached the center of the room, she spotted the Heir of Stravy heading to her destination. Much like him, she did little to hide the pleased smile that graced her lips. With both hands, Nahir gathered bits of her dress and curtsied when they finally met in the middle.

"It would please me greatly, Lord Smithwood." Nahir rose, letting go of the sides of her dress as she took his hand and allowed him to lead her forward.

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______________________________________ I N T E R A C T I O S N : @Heartfillia	______________________________________ M E N T I O N S :

Somehow, in the few short minutes that Mathias had wandered around the tables, he had managed to get himself stuck between two mothers trying to introduce their daughters to him. The man had only been toasting to his late wife before the two older women sneaked their way to him. Both ladies, Lady Melnyk and Lady Santos wished for their daughters to share the first dance of the evening with him. And while Mathias truly felt flattered, he did not wish to dance with two ladies who would very obviously rather dance with each other than with him.

Mathias had endured enough of both ladies as he began to search for a way out. And once they began talking about children he finally decided it was time to bail. His eyes darted around the ballroom for any way out until he spotted a new face. Golden hair framed the delicate features of the unnamed lady as she twirled around when the door closed.

"My apologies, Lady Melnyk and Lady Santos, I must excuse myself. I see that a friend of mine had just arrived." Mathias bowed to the ladies before turning on his heels and walking away from the two women before they had the opportunity to protest or chance after him.

Golden hair framed her delicate features as she spun around as the door closed behind her. From his spot, he could clearly see that she was not very excited to be at the ball.

Mathias approached the lady, steps light and quiet as to not startle the lady again. He greeted her with a welcoming smile and a bow. "My Lady I would like to welcome you to the ball- I apologize for the sudden introduction but I am Sir Mathias Larsen." He glance back seeing both of the ladies he had been talking to were looking at them. He could clearly see both seemed unhappy. "And I am in need of your help."

"I so desperately need a way out of a predicament. Would you grant me the honors of escorting you to perhaps the food tables, Lady...?" Mathias looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping that she would say yes. Escorting her to the food tables would give him enough distance and time for them to lose interest and move on to their next victim.

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______________________________________ I N T E R A C T I O S N : @Tae	______________________________________ M E N T I O N S : all of the Kadir family

As soon as she was alone by the wine table Nahir let out the breath that she had been holding for what seemed forever. The sweet aroma of the wine tickled Nahir's nose as she inhaled. Her shoulders seemed to relax a bit as she picked up one of the wine glasses and put it up to her lips with a shaky hand. She thought she'd be able to hold out for the night, or at least long enough until everyone got drunk enough to not pay much attention to Nahir so she could sneak out to one of the empty music rooms.

Wine would have to do for now.

Her brief greeting with the Prince and Princess of Varian had been pleasant enough, checking off some of her many boxes of the mental list she had made. She still had to introduce herself to the Caesonian Princes but the two were currently with their father. King Edin also looked busy talking to two of his sons so now wouldn't be the best time to approach, especially after seeing the two Princes' faces. During her various stays in the palace, Nahir had the... pleasure of enjoying the King's company during dinner. He had been rather crass and easy to read. She had figured out pretty quickly that the man had the largest ego of anyone she had met- and Nahir lived with the Grand Vizier. Queen Alibeth, on the other hand, was more agreeable than her husband. She felt for the woman now watching how she reacted to whatever her husband was saying.

And then there was Prince Wulfric and his sister. Nahir knew very little about the prince, or any of them aside from the fact they were royalty. While she was not particularly worried about Mayet, she was more concerned about the Prince. From her spot, she could tell that Mayet's interest had already been peaked, and the young woman was not the best at being coy. Nahir admired her sister for being upfront and honest, but there was always a time and place to be that and not to be.

But anyone who could not accept Mayet was not worthy of her.

Nahir looked away from the King and Queen when she felt eyes on her. She turned to see a familiar and welcoming face approach her. An easy smile graced her lips when she spotted Saiya. Nahir allowed herself to crack open a door with a sigh of relief as her friend settled next to her.

"And it has just begun, my dear." Nahir looked at the woman next to her. Saiya had become one of her closest and more valued friends in the past years after Esrin passed away. They had mourned and healed together, something that Nahir treasured in her heart.

"I-" Nahir looked down at the wine glass. She had been so afraid at the moment. Seeing her father fall like that and the guards react so quickly- she had thought the worse those few seconds. Two people close to her had already been taken away from her and she did not wish for her father to be another. "I'm fine." She smiled at her friend again, putting the glass down on the table again and reaching over to take Saiya's free hand. "Are you alright?" Her eyes soften a bit and it almost felt like they were teenagers again at one of the balls back home. "You look amazing Saiya, beautiful really." She gave her hand a small squeeze before letting her go.

"You should go on and mingle, don't worry about me- you know I can take care of myself. My father and uncle will probably keep an eye out for my brothers and sisters." Nahir looked over to Layla, wondering what she could be thinking after their father's lecture. "I'll keep an eye on them too, so you relax and have some fun." Nahir hooked their arms together and held her almost empty glass of wine. "Anyone caught your eye?" Nahir turned to look towards the ballroom then at Saiya with an excited smile.

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______________________________________ I N T E R A C T I O S N : @baraquiel@Tae@Mole@Helo	______________________________________ M E N T I O N S : all of the Kadir family

Nahir wasn't surprised when she heard her father scolding Mayet and Layla. Both of them were always so quick to act rather than to wait and assess the situation. While Mayet was the youngest of the three daughters, her behavior could be excused but Layla- she was supposed to be the example. The nod the Sultan had given her told her that she had been right in keeping quiet and not drawing attention to herself- sparing her from the Sultan's angry scolding and public humiliation in front of the royals and nobles of the other two kingdoms. Amir seemed to have the same idea as her, but he'd been more outspoken and public about his own opinions, Nahir had shot her older brother a glare as he had finished his speech but covered it with a smile before anyone could look at her. Now the other royals would see him as the more merciful one and more fit to become the next Sultan. Thankfully, it didn't matter what others thought.

The punishment her father settled for was probably meant for Layla and Mayet as well. Nahir on the other hand wondered if she could perhaps convince the Duke to bring his ferret along for one of the dinners. Kayra, her Bombay cat, would love a playmate aside from Nala during their stay here. But that would come later, seeing at the Duke was still a mess on the floor and was being surrounded by others.

The second Shehzadi stayed close by her father's side but far enough for others to ignore her, looking at every noble and royal that approached the Sultan analyzing everything about them. From their choice of clothing to their hair and the way they attempted and butchered the Alidasht bow. It wasn't only those who approached her father but also her siblings. Mayet and Munir were quick to forget the whole ordeal and go on their way to mingle with the foreign nobles as if they hadn't been demanding blood be spilled over the ballroom floor. Amir had also excused himself, going off to tables of food.

She had stayed quiet, silently judging everyone with a critical eye until her father dismissed himself. Nahir turned to her father, bowing perfectly and staying bowed until her father left. She straightened out, examining those around her for a second before approaching the small group.

Both the Prince and Princess of Varian along with their companions had approached the Sultan to introduce themselves all the while Nahir stood to the side silently. When her father excused himself, she was left there alone with them. She had stayed quiet until her father was gone.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Felix, Lady Thea, and Lord Leo it is a pleasure to meet you." Nahir turned to look at the prince of Varian, examining the pale features of the prince before moving to Lady Thea. She could see some resemblance between her and Lord Leo. "Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice," She smiled now, golden eyes looking over the princess' dress and delicate features. "The rumors are true of your beauty, I do hope my dear sisters did not sour the evening. The night is still young and there is plenty of wine to continue the celebrations."

Nahir could see Lady Thea's brother from the corner of her eyes as she spoke to the Princess of Varian but she did not wish to engage him directly- at least not yet. "Please extend my apology to Duke Lorenzo and his daughter, I am afraid if I approach the man right now I will spook him further than my dear sister Mayet already has." There was real concern in her voice as she continued to play the pacifist.

"Now if you could excuse me, I have to try the Caesonia wine and hope sweet and strong as they say." She smiled again, glancing at the Heir of Stravy before taking her leave in search of wine and a second to gather her thoughts.

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The events that transpired in the span of a few minutes had stunned the Knight of Varian. His gloved hand rested tentatively on the hilt of the small dagger at his waist, watching with everyone else as Sultan Raif and the rest of the nobles tried to delegate a punishment for Duke Vikena. Mathias felt for the poor man, while he was not versed in the politics and gossip of this court, he was aware of what had happened to Lorenzo. The passing of his wife had shocked so many people in this Kingdom and had reached the Varian court in just a few weeks. Mathias sympathized with the man in that regard, but as a noble, he should have been educated on who would be attending the ball, especially when the Alidasht were the guests of honor and it looked like the rumors of their temperament were true- partly true.

Person after person approached the Alidasht's ruined entrance in hopes of pushing a foot in, drawing some attention towards themselves, defending Lorenzo, or just to butt in. By the time Sultan Raif was ready to announce his decision in the matter, Mathias had concluded that there would be no blood spilled tonight. With a crisis averted thanks to the Sultan's light and yet cruel punishment Mathias made his way towards one of the servants carrying flutes of champagne.

Mathias could only hope that Lukas wouldn't grow up to be that impulsive - or entitled. He would not stand if his son thought others less than him, no matter their class, sex - anything just because he was a noble. Mathias was always careful when Lukas began to show any signs of being spoiled. Sir Oliver loved to give his son gifts, always saying that Lukas would grow up to be a good knight or noble or even a prince. It worried Mathias that his son would come to hate him due to his own upbringing. So instead of leaving Lukas with Oliver in the Larsen manor, he brought his son with him. While he was here not on duty, but as a guest thanks to Sir Oliver, Mathias would have more time to watch Lukas and enjoy the month-long break for his duties.

Fortunately, Mathias decided that a ball would not be a suitable place for a three-year-old so Lukas stayed in Mathia's designated room with his nanny, Emma. If Lukas had been here while the Alidasht were demanding heads he would be the first one out of the ballroom if blood had been drawn.

After taking one of the flutes that the servant offered him, Mathias began to walk around the ball now that the music returned and other nobles began to talk again. Most likely about the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. He'd only been a noble himself for a few years now, and Mathias still had trouble finding the correct etiquette when he was left alone to roam with others. He considered returning to the side of King and Queen Camille but he was not on duty and they would most likely dismiss him and encourage him to mingle.

"You would have loved this." Mathias looked around him. The dresses, the drama, the food- everything. Karla would have been thrilled to see the Alidasht royal family and taste the food of Caesonia. He raised his flute slightly, toasting to his late wife before taking a sip of the champagne. His nose wrinkled and his brows furrowed together. Gods, he hated the taste of champagne.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sir Mathias Larsen - The Bastard Knight

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_____________________________ _____________________________ - B A S I C I N F O - N A M E. Sir Mathias Aksel Larsen Sir Larsen A G E. 27 G E N D E R. Male S E X U A L I T Y. Uncertain T I T T L E. Knight of Varian, Protector of Breoven	_________________________________ - P E R S O N A L I T Y - Paient | Friendly | Athletic | Ruthless Proper | Family-Oriented | Passionate Despite his ruthless and violent reputation on the battlefield, Sir Mathias is a mellow guy outside the armor. He's one to take it easy with the patience of a saint. His devotion to his son and unwavering love for him drive Mathias to be the best father, always putting his son's needs before his own. Since his late wife's passing, he's become overprotective of any person her cares about.	_____________________________ - A P P E R A N C E - H A I R. Blonde H E I G H T / W E I G H T. 6'3" - 186 E Y E S. Green B O D Y M A R K S. There were a few superficial scars over his arms and one long cut on his back. S T Y L E. Dressed in the usual fashion a noble of Varian would dress, Sir Mathias keeps to the latest fashion trends and seasonal colors.

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_______________________________________________ There's not much known about Mathias aside from the fact that he came into the nobility scene when he married the Queen's niece- Karla Camilia. Before that, Mathias was an unknown knight in the ranks of the Varian army serving in Breoven. It wasn't after the marriage that the Larsen house announced Mathias as the heir of the House and son of Oliver Larsen- the Royal Guard of Queen Rosa. A family who had served the crown for generations. Mathias and Karla lived in the Larsen estate as the nobility of Varian tried to dig anything on the couple. It seemed as if the marriage and Mathias himself had sprouted from thin air. There had been no courting that any of the high-ranking nobles had taken notice of. Mathias was a mystery himself. No past, no rumors, nothing. The couple continued to live a relatively peaceful life. Two years into their marriage Karla became pregnant with their first and only child after months of trying for one. The delivery was long, lasting over ten hours before the baby was born into the world. Unfortunately, Karla had not been strong enough to make a full recovery. She lived long enough to hold her son and name him Lukas Oliver Larsen. Mathias stayed by her side as she passed just as the sun rose to welcome another day. Hider H I S T O R Y Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? I wouldn't say neglected, but I was lonely enough to swear I would never let my son go through what I did. When you were upset, where was your sanctuary? The green house by the rose garden. When I joined the military it was the thought of my wife- now with my son. What were you like in your teenage years? A bit of a rebbelious brat, which I am preparing when my son reaches that age. How close are you to your parents? Closer than I was when I was younger, I guess I understand why they did the things they did when I was younger. Do you have any trauma that haunts you? Yes, I am a knight and have served in the Varian military. What is your biggest regret? Leaving my wife's side the day she died, if I was there then maybe I could have saved her. R O M A N C E Have you ever been in love? Yes, a few times actually, but Karla was special. She came out of no where and changed my whole life-- and now she's gone. I know she would have wanted to me to move on but I only want to care for our son right now. What is most important in a partner to you? Honesty, communication. It is hard to really say when all of those qualities are hard to find within the nobility. How do you display affection? What is your love language? Physical touching, words of affirmation, small and thoughtful gifts. Have you had your first kiss? What was it like? I had. I was eleven back then living in the streets of Breoven. His name was Elias, a boy from the orphanage by the docks. He wasn't a very good kisser, and neither was I. Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not? I would like to, but it is not realistic. What does marriage mean to you? A long life commitment, a tool, something that nobility had corrupted. Are you currently crushing on anyone? I've been far too busy with work and my son to really mingle with others.wink Do you ever consider having children in the future? Perhaps, with the right person I would like to give Lukas a sibling or two. P E R S O N A L I T Y Describe your ideal Sunday morning. Sundays are the days I get to spend with my son without being called to work. They are already perfect. What kind of person do you aspire to be? A good father, one that will not abandon his son and let him live in the streets. What bad habits do you have? I think I might be too hot for my own good- but in all seriousness it might be my smoking. If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be? I cannot say if I would be willing to go back and tell Karla to not have Lukas. I don't know... What is your greatest fear? Loosing my son, not being able to protect him. What are your pet peeves? People who are not responsible, those who ignore their duties be it for work or parenting. When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others? Alone, it helps clear my mind and think clearly. Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? While I would rather resolve any conflict with words, I would not be afraid to use violence if it comes down to it.

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____________________________________________ L I K E S. - Spending time with his son - Working out, training and practicing his fighting skills - Sweet wines and pastries - Long walks around the gardens - Sparring D I S L I K E S. - Unnecessary violence or war - Seeing his son cry - Dishonest people or actions - Bland foods or drinks - Being alone or silence	____________________________________________ O C C U P A T I O N. - Knight of Varian - Captain of the Royal Guard - DILF H O B B I E S. - Playing the piano - Woodworking - Knitting S K I L L S. - Combat - Strategy and negotiation - Archery - Riding

Word association Game!

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Song Reference time

_{It's true
True it follows me around
Nothing to lose
Wouldn't miss it anyhow
It ain't the letting go, it's more about the things that you take with
Uh-uh
And I can feel it getting closer with every kiss
You gotta beat or join them
Try to act surprised
Just flip a coin 'cause I'm too bored to lie}