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Author Topic: Valeriu Dumitrescu  (Read 2102 times)

Description: Prince. Purple Dusk to Green. Played by Bowie.

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Valeriu Dumitrescu
« on: May 08, 17, 01:04:05 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Valeriu Dumitrescu
Nicknames: Val
Age and Birth Year:  41, Born 152 AP
Race:  Short-Lived Dena Nehelian
Caste: Prince
Birth Territory: Dena Nehele, Terreille
Home Territory: Dena Nehele, Terreille

Birthright Jewel: Cut Purple Dusk
Offering Jewel: Cut Green

Role: None
Faction: Aristos

Appearance

Play By: Ryan Reynolds
Distinguishing Features:
Apparently immune to razors, he is never seen with less than a week's growth of hair upon his cheeks and chin since he was a teenager. Beyond this beard, and strikingly handsome features, he remains otherwise almost entirely unmarked by tattoo, scar or birth. With brown eyes, brown hair, and fair skin, he does not dramatically stand out amongst folks by any measure but the symmetry of his features and strength of his chin. Ultimately, while he bears no mark one could clearly attribute him, it is rare those who forget his attractive features, kind eyes, and gracious gestures. Perhaps the most striking thing that might set apart Valeriu from the rest of his Aristo peers, are the proof of hard-worked hands, calloused and rough, and a musculature that proves of labor and work.

Personality


Personality:
He is a conflicted man, deeply burdened by a sense of responsibility that he cannot ignore or avoid, while simultaneously having no idea from whence this urge was born. Owing perhaps to his liberal mother more than anything, he has a level of concern for others that seems at odds with the vast majority of all Aristos he has himself ever met. Thoughtful, caring, considerate, he has shown a vast wellspring of empathy for those who hold no noble bloodlines inside of them, and a growing contempt for those who purport that their blood guarantees their superiority. And while this had been a topic of great ire from those who knew him well and disagreed with his politics, they delightfully have had limited experience with his feet being dug in because there is another thing he loves more than even his own moral codes: his daughter. Until recently, that was the defining element of who he was, but as she nears her Offering, his sense of responsibility for the Land he has done less than what he perceives as 'his share' to protect has begun to climb and climb. And it has solidified while watching the new Queen only make more and more enemies.

The conflict comes in the deep knowing that Dena Nehele is not a territory that is designed for those with soft hearts and selfless desires. A den of snakes, he is aware of the potential risk of his very daily existence and his own daughter's, the moment he begins to 'betray' the best interests of 'his own people'. Wary of his own selfless love for the Land and its People, he worries for his choices even as he begins to become willing to finally make them, hopeful his grown daughter will now survive without him, should his 'treachery' prove to undo him when confronted by those who do not appreciate the world he wants to make: a world where aristos owe the people who serve them, or where the aristos have none to commit that unconditional service.

Likes:
  • Impropriety. His mother was the least noble aristocrat he ever knew; and despite being raised to be the absolute gentleman, and finding it difficult to allow himself the coarseness of ignoring proper protocol, he finds a merry smile crossing his lips whenever someone abandons the courtliness of his birth. It speaks to a naked honesty of spirit that reminds him so deeply of the woman who guides so much of the man he now is. Besides, it is phenomenal to see his peers squirm.
  • Physicality. Even though his class is expected to leave it to others, or to their own craft, he thrives on physical action. While no warrior himself, he considers himself a decent man at arms or boxer, a capable athlete, an energetic lover, a skilled craftsman, a graceful dancer and a hardy outdoorsman. Anything that involves moving, physical labor, or just truly living is his own quiet rebellion against the station afforded him in life.
  • Freedom. The notion that he can do what he wants when he wants is something he relishes, and aspires to see given to all individuals, regardless of their backgrounds. In a more specifically personal sense, strangely, with his daughter being raised by him alone has led to few being interested in seeking any severe contracts with him after his spouse's death in childbirth. And over time, he has learned to appreciate not being bound in any way; especially that of Queens. He is aware that her age and his skill and potency means he is likely to be called upon at some point, but he hopes the current Queen's distaste for Aristos means he will not be called to service soon.
Dislikes:
  • Arrogance. There might be something to be said for being excellent and self-aware of your value, but there is never any reason to be so entirely arrogant as to dismiss any chance of your failure. This is a poor trait in anyone, whether noble or not, and he abhors the cocksureness of those who fly off without thought of consequence or fear of reprisal, but nowhere does he dislike it more than in those who have no claim to such confidence.
  • Condescension. Even further than his distaste for arrogance lays his disgust for those who look down on others. While he wholly believes there is something to be said for superiority - this is a world where Jewels show that the Darkness favors Blood over Landen, and Jeweled over Jewelless, and Black over Summer Sky, after-all - there is never any call to look down on another because of one's inherent superiority. Not only is it tacky to be so flagrantly dismissive of someone lesser, but it erases their personhood in the process, and dismisses the fact that while you may be superior in some ways, they are assuredly better than you in others, and your blindness is therefore not only petty and childish, but self-destructive.
  • Excuses. Explanations are absolutely valid, and they can be accepted for reasons of one's idiocy, failures or near-treachery, but excuses are like air to him. He does not care for apologies and those who defer responsibility for their actions, or who have some ephemeral reason that ill explains their pigheadedness. Nothing makes him more irritated than someone who flails in seeking an avenue to excuse themselves the very notion of culpability, just like the opposite - even when the cause is one that pains him - will give those who own up to their failings a deep mark of respect in his book.
Fears:
  • Bloody revolution. In his estimation, the aristos have all but ensured this is a nearly guaranteed future. And in many ways, he hopes the best for those who deserve their revolution against the arrogant nobles who've claimed dominion, but he knows he and his daughter and his mother will likely be swept up in all of it and the thought is gripping him, pushing him to try to see what he can do to defuse such a dangerous possibility.
  • Myos. The hidden knives of the Myos guild terrify him, as does, to some extension, all 'secret' methods of disposing of one's enemies, including poison. Still, the Myos personify this worry as they tend to work without regard for anything but coin in his understanding, and he knows that he ruffles feathers from his perspectives, and is aware that he could certainly awaken to find a Myos whispering before his throat was slit in his bed for an ill-chosen word someday. While he might dislike the spies and treachery of the Shaos, he at least is comforted by the fact he is perhaps the only Aristo without anything to hide.
  • Being Proven Right. He wants so desperately for Dena Nehele to be the place his mother used to tell him stories of, with a strong noble Queen, or with Priestesses who put them to purpose, gifting their people with fairness and noble leadership. It is a dream he clings to, this belief of what Dena Nehele once was, but he is so, so afraid that it is a world that will never be, and that Dena Nehele is long past saving. That the Aristos are too corrupted, the Guilds too powerful to see past their own self-interest of becoming The New Corrupted Aristos, and the people and land being burned in the mix. He often wonders whether he should give up and find his way to another land, one where he doesn't feel so responsible, but he knows he has to stay and has to fight, even though it's likely a fruitless one.
  • Spiders. Sweet Mother Night they spook him.
Craft Strengths:
  • Efficiency. Val was trained with a very specific focus in mind, and that was being a Prince proper. First and foremost was an absolute mastery of the business that he would one day inherit from his father, and he proved a studious and natural talent when it came to the art of balancing and adjusting every detail presented before him. Skill came in second to sheer knack, and the combination of them have proven to be a stark benefit to all he touches.
  • Diplomacy. Trained in this specialty as well, it was the one he most ardently tried to pursue, rather than merely welcomed a natural predilection. This, unlike Efficiency's focus, was the one most pushed upon him by his Mother, who saw in him and brewed within him a desired to help and to guide and to teach. It was of critical importance to him that people be brought to compromise, and that gradual change and acceptable negotiations be made as things could trend towards a better future. These were ardent goals of a young, naive Valeriu, who honed his skills expertly so as best to serve the causes in which his mother had instilled in him. A naivete that Valeriu assumed was gone of him, but will prove to likely be his strongest asset soon.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Labor craft. A man who relishes deeply the physical work of his hands, and finds disdain in those who resort to Craft or, worse, to their perceived lessers for every task that could remind them of their connection to flesh and to earth, he's never found much cause to practice Labor craft, and prefers the hard efforts of his own toil, knowing that the rewards come from him, and not only from the potent gift he was given by the Darkness.
  • Emotion Manipulation craft. Perhaps the only aristo who isn't skilled in every avenue of control afforded them by the Darkness, he is frustrated enough by falsehood that he's focused enough into discerning true emotions from others, but has never found great pleasure in forcing experiences so subtly. If obligated to somehow create an experience in another, he would far rather do so honestly, by Compelling them, wholly aware, into the avenue he desires of them. Better to be an honest villain than a dishonest friend, and he has long abhorred even the notion of attempting to sharpen this skillset.
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Ramona Dumitrescu nee Flora, age 62 (born 130 AP) Opal to Sapphire Witch*
Father: Dragomir Dumitrescu, age 61 (born 129 AP) White to Rose Warlord Prince*
Siblings: (sister) Irina Groza nee Dumitrescu, age 39 (born 153 AP) Tiger Eye to Summer Sky Priestess*
(brother-in-law) Zamfir Groza, age 41 (born 151 AP) Tiger Eye to Rose Warlord*
Spouse:: Iona Dumitrescu nee Focșeneanu, age 21 (born 153 AP, deceased 174 AP), Summer Sky to Opal Witch
Children: Cristina Dumitrescu, age 18 (born 174 AP), Purple Dusk (undescended to Sapphire) Healer*

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History:
Born one hundred and fifty two years after the Purge to two parents who were not the best matched pair who’d ever lived, he still always knew he was loved by the both of them, if admittedly for distinctly different reasons. His father, Dragomir, was the heir to an empire built on the backs of lumber. It was an honest industry, using those who worked hard for their lives to break their backs for the profit of those up so very high above them. His mother, Ramona, was everything that Dragomir did not want in a wife: she was a strong and opinionated Witch, who’s Jewels eclipsed his own. His light jewels forced him into accepting the match that he did not ever want to agree to, and their marriage never seemed to blossom into love, though it did blossom well enough into a capable alliance that was something almost as romantic as co-dependence at times. He would provide the shield from politics that she so desired, and she would in turn provide the promise of her strength to help his lineage and allay threats that might challenge their livelihood. Ultimately, before deciding formally to stop touching (even Dragomir’s ruts stopped focusing so intently on his wife not long after marriage), they conceived two children together, although doubts persist for Val’s younger sister Irina, as the timeline for her birth seems a little less than perfect to Dragomir than it might otherwise.

What his father wanted in Val was the perfect Prince: while the Darkness did not grant him a Warlord Prince for a son, he was exalted still to see his child be given the potent promise of being a proper aristo’s aristo with the premier class for it, one that ensured his son would have the skills and mind to juggle treachery and deceit and weave through the political nest of vipers that Dena Nehele bore. What his mother wanted, on the other hand, was for her son to see the world as it truly was, and to remember the stories and the tales of the prosperous and premiere Dena Nehele, before their bloodline tainted it all. They both fostered in him their ideals, and shaped their young child, and in turn, his sister, who became every bit her mother’s child, both for falling in love with tales of Dena Nehele’s Priestesses and for Dragomir’s doubt as to his own fatherhood in regards to the girl.

Also shaping Val’s experience was a childhood friend, one who was nearly taken from him by force when his father discovered their friendship: Piotr and Iona, the son and daughter of Ivan Focșeneanu, the man who was Dragomir’s business partner running the logging business itself. He was not noble-blooded, and was a hardworking man with proof of that effort. His son would accompany him on rare occasion, and his daughter rarer, to either see the work that went into the industry, or at pleasant affairs organized to try to pay tribute to their workers (doubtlessly an idea of Ramona’s). He became good friends with Piotr, and was ten when he first met Iona, and he knew the moment he met her that he would marry this girl. Only at the permission of his mother was his friendships allowed to flourish, and at her insistence, more and more both children would see ‘the inside of the Dumitrescu business’ as an excuse to spend more time befriending her son.

And he would fall deeply in love with her, and her with him. In time, the joys of youth shaped him even more devoutly to see the benefit of the world of the worker and the ‘lesser’ classes to Aristos, because love has a way of tempering one. Iona was still high enough born to be at least permissible, but it was not without scandal when Valeriu and his love for Iona guided them to the altar, where they would be wed, and a child that would follow it in time. A child that also spoke the end for the short marriage that lasted barely a year, when despite desperate craftwork, Iona died in the strain to birth her own daughter. It was not the trauma itself, or a complication, her heart merely seemed to fail somehow. Suspecting foul play, he never was able to prove it, but has since doubted his father’s every word, as the man most benefiting from trying to remove that ‘blemish’ from his son.

The death harrowed Val, and for the cloud that hung over him in her name, he proved a dark and dreary man, only given light by his daughter. For years, outside of the love for his child who reminded him so dearly of her mother, he operated largely by rote procedure, walking through the effort expected of him to do his part to support the Courts, to operate the business and more. Exceptions and lenience was common for the Prince, who took too long to recover, but did in time, with a deep fear: the fear of the loss of his daughter, who was all he had left of his wife and of the life that was stolen from him before he got to see it all through. She brought him back from that darkness, clever and smart and inquisitive, making him explore the world with her, and when her Caste became clear, it only seemed perfection: having taken her mother from this world in a way, she was rewarded with the Healer caste, to perhaps ensure such pain never again echoed for another.

His child Cristina was his entire life, but despite it, he remade another one for himself, joining the Court in a circle far from the first and offering guidance and temperance, seeking to ensure the world his daughter would see would be one better than the one he was born into… but growing increasingly worried that pushing too hard would see himself, and her by extension, endangered. And so his requests and suggestions for calm and respect became little but noise, and he allowed others to lead the Territory in ways he did not desire, to ensure his daughter’s safety. In the wake of the newest change, as the Guild installed the temporary Queen as a permanent one, his daughter has finally reached an age where he realizes he is being silly for seeking to still so protect her, and he stands at the precipice, unsure of how involved he needs to be to help fix a territory that does not desire to be fixed.

But the drums of war beat, and his heart hangs heavy, knowing that there is so much left for him to do that he has ignored for so very, very long.



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“That’s your mother,” he whispered, holding the small bundle in his arms. She was warm, so very warm, and her eyes alert in a way that was impossible to ignore. Rocking her back and forth gently, they stood above her, looking down with tears emptied his eyes long before. The Prince had cried himself dry for hours, unable to even care for himself, much less his newborn daughter, and had ultimately entrusted her to a wetnurse who had been sent for, while he tried very hard to collect himself. Unable to be moved from her side for those hours, he just held her cooling body while sobbing in a constant and shaking pain.

With her death, so too did his love’s flame get doused: all love, whether for the land, his child, his self, or his parents disappeared in one flash of a moment. It was so vivid even now, holding her hand while she pushed, when the most frightening words he’d ever known slipped her lips. ‘I think something’s wrong,’ she had whispered, terror in her eyes. And she was not wrong. It was the last thing she ever said to him, but it was not the last thing she ever heard, as he clenched her fist while screaming that he loved her, through tears, and then, lastly, a promise to protect their daughter.

Her little hand reached out, and he leaned closer, to let her touch her mother’s cold skin, and somehow, his eyes grew wet again. Kissing the back of her head, he smiled for her, forcing all joy that he could somehow scrounge up from the depths of the abyss for her benefit, he reassured her again. “She wanted to meet you so very badly,” he promised, kissing her head again, as he pulled her back from the corpse that looked so very much like Iona, yet looked so, so different now at the same time.

“We’ll have to figure this out together. You and me. We’ll sort this all out, we’ll… make this work. It just… changes plans,” he promised, telling himself these words even if he was trying to tell them to their daughter.

To Cristina. To all that he had left in this world. The words reassured him, but they were also vows, promises that he would keep until his last breath, even if it changed everything else to ensure it all.

"No pressure," he whispered, a joke, for both of them, trying desperately to hold onto an essence of who he was, even as he turned from the sight that he knew would haunt him, even as he yearned to dwell in that moment forever. Cristina needed him now, and needed him to be present for her, and in truth, he needed her, to keep him from trying to follow her mother into the oblivion she had met.


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Re: Valeriu Dumitrescu
« Reply #1 on: May 08, 17, 04:08:20 PM »
Dark Random and Five family rolls, please.

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Re: Valeriu Dumitrescu
« Reply #2 on: May 08, 17, 04:09:16 PM »
Per your request, your Dark Random roll...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Purple Dusk Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Green Jewel at your Offering.

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Congratulations!

And your five Family Rolls...

1. Tiger Eye - Summer Sky
2. Opal - Sapphire
3. Tiger Eye - Rose
4. Purple Dusk - Sapphire
5. White - Rose
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Re: Valeriu Dumitrescu
« Reply #3 on: May 16, 17, 10:59:37 AM »
Ready for Review

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Re: Valeriu Dumitrescu
« Reply #4 on: May 17, 17, 10:26:59 AM »

...but not yet ready for play!

You must make room in your ratio before Valeriu can be moved into play.
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Re: Valeriu Dumitrescu
« Reply #5 on: May 17, 17, 10:35:51 AM »
Should have it. His random roll came from a Dark Roll + Dark Ratio buy.

Character Name: Valeriu Dumitrescu
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Re: Valeriu Dumitrescu
« Reply #6 on: May 17, 17, 04:15:33 PM »
My mistake! Forgot to mark that when I rolled, apparently. Apologies. Val's cleared for play!
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Re: Valeriu Dumitrescu
« Reply #7 on: Dec 01, 18, 11:19:14 AM »
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