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"I assure you, as always, I've nothing to hide."



BASICS ;;

Name: Lord Nicolas of Conare
Class: patrician [prepromoted]
Country: Dentoria
Age:28293031 32
Family: Father // Randolf [deceased], Mother // Bethany [deseased], Wife // Adelaide [deceased], Daughter // Eara [7]
Languages: Trade [fluently], Detorian [fluently], High Dentorian [quite well]
Weapon Proficiencies: Sword, Dark Magic, Crossbow
Birthdate: July 31, 595 [Leo]
Blood Type: O



HISTORY ;;

When his mother died suddenly of an unexplainable, virulent sickness while Nicolas was still a child of three, there was a great pressure on Lord Randolf to remarry, and produce more heirs. While Nicolas was a strong child, he was only one, and the possibility of his death made people nervous. Conare was a great House, and only one heir was a tremulous position. For four years, they continued to press this issue as Lord Randolf insisted that, certainly, he would remarry, but on his own time and terms, his beloved wife had not been long gone to the Dragons' embrace.

Of course, the pressure was abruptly forced to end, when Lord Randolf was found in his bed one morning when Nicolas was seven, inflicted with thrity-six stab wounds, dead.

Suspects were everywhere. Servants, advisors, assassins, even young Nicolas himself was thrown under scrutiny. But years passed, and eventually, the mystery of Lord Randolf's violent death was concluded to eternally remain just that: a mystery.

Nicolas was now Lord of Conare in name, at seven years old. Of course, his rule was actually governed by a council of regents, and there was very little for the young Sovereign of the West to actually do. As he grew, he found other things to occupy his time, things far different from the usual stern, miserly image of the Western Lords. Books, texts, chess, fine wine, classy parties, and, his favourite device, women. His debonair manner and dashing good looks came in very young, and due to his interest in intellectual pursuits, he always seemed older than he was. Thus, he put both of these to good use, and his regents bemoaned his coming of age, where they would have to force him to lay aside his plan to sweep every woman in the West off of her feet.

Surprisingly, Nicolas did their job for them. At seventeen, he met Lady Adelaide of Rowan, a quiet, gentle, timid, pale girl, who ignored the feud of her family and focused her attentions on art and literature. Nicolas was smitten, and completely abadonned all this other companions to single-mindedly aim to win Lady Adelaide's heart.

It was a long battle. Adelaide was quiet and naturally did not trust men -- or much of anyone, really, it seemed she had something of a paranoid streak, but even she couldn't deny how deeply this once notorious playboy adored her. When Nicolas was twenty-one, they were wed.

Their lives were happy for three years, and it seemed Nicolas had laid aside his more contreversial hobbies completely in favour of his young wife and his responsabilities as Sovereign of the West. Adelaide was still timid and easily spooked, some said even more so than before, but she seemed truely happy with her devoted husband. They had a daughter, Eara, and planned for more children coming.

And then, once again, tragedy struck Nicolas' life. When Eara was no more than three months old, Adelaide fell from a balcony on one of the highest floors of Conare's Manor, killing her instantly.

Nicolas fell into complete heartbreak. Rumours ran high than the Lord of Conare was cursed. His mother, his father, and now his wife, all dying in sudden and unplanned ways. How long was it, they whispered, until some horrible accident befell his daughter? This man would destory the line of Conare simply by being from it.

In the past few years, Nicolas has picked up his old habits once more, becoming very much the man he was before he married Adelaide. His advisors are frusterated by how unproductive this has made him, and, more so, how he seems dead set against remarrying to produce further legitimate heirs. Eara is not only one child, she is female, and the Lords of the West frown heavily on female inheritance.



PERSONALITY ;;

Forsaking every stereotype of his age and position, Nicolas is once again the pleasant, dashing womanizer of his younger teenage years. Despite his playboy nature, he is not, and has never been, a "horny teenager" type. He's subtle and refined in his approaches, all class, charm, and pleasant smiles and conversation.

He's an intellectual at heart, enjoying old literature, big, warm libraries, and is an avid fan of chess. While it's partly an image he cultivates, as it furthers the classy atmosphere he tries to build around himself, he truely does enjoy such things.

He's a great conversationist, many have said that it's easy to sit and talk to him for hours, about whatever comes to mind. He has a way of expressing himself that people find drawing and intriguing.

However, the constant whirl of tragedy his life seems to be lined with has not left him without a mark. Every single person he has ever been close to or has become close with him has died, and horribly. There seems to be an underlying part of his personality born from this, a shady, dark, uncertain element that makes him both frightening, and even more drawing.

While, since Adelaide died, he seems to shun many of his responsabilities, delegating them to advisors and servants, there are a few he pays attention to. He loves to etertain guests, enjoys keeping the books of Dentoria's treasury, and he loves his daughter deeply, putting every effort neccessary into raising her well.



APPEARANCE ;;

Nicolas has longish brown hair and green eyes, tall and lithely built. He dresses finely, but with a great deal of class. The most striking thing about his looks is his smile, one that is both brilliantly friendly and eerily dark.



SORTED ;;

[[nicolas is played by northswainglow for himitsu_sensou. his pb is noir from gorgeous carat.]]