Rose, Simon

Description: Green to Grey Prince | dergon

Simon Rose

    Green to Gray
  • Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    1 Posts    194 marks
Rose, Simon
« on: March 16, 2020, 09:05:22 PM »
Simone Rose


The Basics


Full Name: Simone Rose
Age: 46 as of AW103
Gender/Pronouns: male/he/him

Ethnicity: SL
Birthplace: Little Terreille
Current Location: Little Terreille
Profession: Sneak

Caste: Prince
Birthright Jewel: Green (CUT 85)
Offering Jewel: Grey (CUT 50)

Face Claim: Alban Rassier



The Body


Height: 5'11"
Body Type: Dadbod
Hair Color: Black with greying
Eye Color: Hazel

Appearance:
Angles and angles. As wiry youth there had been doubts about his abilities. To grow strong, to be physically pleasing and physically present. His Jewels would always set him apart. A young man with a Green gets noticed, but a man with the physical abilities to stand behind the strength of his Jewels gets respect. Simon did not disappoint. Youths gawkiness passed, with a little help from hard labor to great muscle where it wasn't inclined to grow.

It was easier as he aged. Trained as an escort and guard both. A useful man to have at your side. And then his physique didn't matter so much. He was a well trained Prince with a Grey to adorn his finger. A strangely round Jewel simply set and worn on his left hand, leaving no room for a consorts ring. A subtle indication of his refusal to settle. He served, and that was all.

Dark hair going to salt. Muscles rigid beneath softening flesh. Angles. A face made up of years. Trials and joys etched into his skin. He still stands tall. Steady and sturdy. Even if some might underestimate his faint lack of height. The beginnings of age wearing on him. The smile that curves and crinkles his cheeks. Warm eyes and warmer laugh.


The Mind


Craft Strengths: 18pts
Calming Spells
Probes
Heating & Cooling
Compulsion Spells
Craft Weaknesses: Telekinetic Hold & Manipulation; and Compulsion Spells, they require extensive concentration and are quick to unravel if Simon is distracted.

Personality:
Simon is manipulation to the core. He has forgotten who he might have been before he began to judge life through the eyes of others. His every move an action of scales, weighing the outcome, the potential. He has learned to judge a room. Probes quick and subtle. Eyes keen. Body language and seeping barriers taken into account with every smile or grimace. He's forgotten how to relax. How to exist.

Ready to soothe. Or to ruffle. Shifting the dynamics with the temperature. A gesture. A carefully placed web, or strenuously woven craftwork.

His life has been one of service. First he had to learn to serve. To be useful and appealing. One often outweighed the other, depending on the court. Or most importantly, the queen. Witches on who their very society hinged upon. Simon saw how they shaped cities, and not just people. Sentiments echoing outward from their triangle to their circle, to their people.

He understood why so many had followed Witch, for all the horror spoken of her. And why it had cost so much to push back against her. To strike at their very heart. A queen. He understands too why it may need to happen again and again. Until they can be free of the fetters so long shackling them. Of the chains that bind them to dying lands in the name of tradition, touted as honor.


The Backstory


Family:
  • Name | Father | White to Yellow Healer Prince
  • Name | Mother | Rose to Purple Dusk Black Widow
  • Summer | Complicated | Blood Female
  • Anisah | Daughter | Purple Dusk to Opal Queen (deceased)
  • Twins | Sons | White to Yellow Warlord Prince & Warlord
  • Fahmida | Killer | Summer-sky to Purple Dusk Queen (deceased)
  • Celeste | Friend | Open to Open Black Widow

History: [cw]Child death.[/cw]
How could he not serve, when he'd been born to service? His father was a faithful man who wore two faces, both prince and healer, he often served double duty in courts. And his mother spun webs fit for queens. It was their life, and his upon his birth. The clothes he wore, the food he ate, bought with service. His own training more of the same as they shaped and molded him to be like themselves. His parents had full faith in their service. In tradition.

It was the way of the Blood. It was Simon's way too. Through youth. A lower circle priestess helped with his birthright, there in the court's private temple. His Green was like a living thing in his hands. It was heavy and pulsating, hung from his neck in a setting fit to see him from youth to man. The chain chafed until he grew used to it. And he spent many nights away under his blankets, staring into its center as if he could see something inside its depths.

Cut into a blunt square, it had been worn by someone, or many someones, before. Simon wondered who they were. What they would say to him now the Jewel was his.

Simon's training was exhaustive. Mostly undertaken by his parents and the court they served in until he was fostered out at the age of thirteen to train elsewhere. There was very little stability in Simon's training, his parents having decided that a wide net was better than narrow focus. They wanted him to see the territory, to understand it, so that he could serve better when he did make a compact with a queen.

Their own had hopes in keeping him of course. Who does not wish for a dark Jeweled Prince to serve among their circles.

Many courted him as he grew from boy to man. Trying to shape him into what they thought was best. To be strong. To be clever. To be ruthless or kind. Each hand left an imprint until whatever might have been had been wiped away beneath the whorls of their fingerprints.

By the age of twenty-two Simon had seen nearly a dozen different courts and passed through the hands of as many mentors. The weight of his Green had grown light and comfortable around his neck, and he felt in his bones it was time for something more. To learn how to balance a deeper power.

This time he came away with a Grey. So very opposite from his Green. Round and lifeless where his Green was square and breathing. It took Simon some years to decide on a setting for it. Nearly as long as it took him to settle into the power of it.

In that time he signed his first contract. And made his first friend. A black widow who served a circle above his own. Their craft was complimentary, as was their thinking. Unlike many of the others, they were not blind to the foibles of the lady they served. Or the problems within the court. Often they sat up late discussing the way of politics and people.

People. Men and women both. Simon dealt with new faces daily while playing escort to whoever his queen, or her Stewards, assigned him to. He had a great interest in the landen population and the ways they lived without craft. He had spent very little time outside of Blood company, and found them quite ingenious. Even the Jeweless Blood seemed more landen than kind to him, their craft was so weak.

But he was pulled. Simon took to taking walks on his own when his time was free. Watching blacksmiths shape metal without the aid of a Jewel. Women heating water over fires. A simpler life, where being queen meant little. He enjoyed too, a little, the fear and suspicion they evinced when dealing with him. It was so honest and refreshing, and never underscored by an interest is using him.

At least not his Jewels. His body was another manner. Too well indoctrinated to lay with a landen, it did not stop Simon from dallying with a Blood girl and getting a child on her. Not ready to marry, and afraid what such an incident might do to his career among the courts, Simon paid for silence. Most of his wages going to a nice, quiet house.

A nice quiet house he visited regularly. Less time spent wandering the streets and more attending a swelling belly. It was noticed. And he was watched. But Simon was too caught up in the wonder of it. He had created life. Not alone, but he had been a part of it. A heartbeat heard when he pressed his ear tight to her stomach.

His wonder only grew after the birth of his daughter. Such surprise, for a Jeweless Blood to birth him a queen child. Simon was fascinated. And quite in love with his small, precious daughter. A secret not well kept. Simon couldn't move courts without moving mother and child. It was easier to sign a contract again, never thinking anyone would have interest in his private life.

That they would have interest in his daughter did not surprise him. The interest came before he was ready. Queen quick to meddle. Surely his daughter should come to court. Still a babe in the cradle. Summer unwed but cared for. Simon even returned to her bed. A strange sort of family the queen wanted to part. The pressure was immense. To marry. To take up residence in the court. Simon held out until his contract was up and them moved them.

Every last mark spent to relocate. A new contract signed swiftly. Profitable too. He was worth more that he had two years of proper service under his belt, and a Grey to his rank. Anisah grew away from court. Her crib given over to her brothers. A pair of twins that promised trouble. And still they did not marry. Simon always held back, even as their house grew. Summer's house. He always lived at court. A visitor to his own life.

More comfortable as the children grew older in roaming farther. Simon changed contracts whenever one more profitable became available. Often serving in the same courts as his old friend Celeste. Simon made new friends too. The years saw him comfortable with himself and uncomfortable with everything without. And he found minds similar to his own to make company with.

Something wasn't right. But it wasn't until after his daughter's birthright that he saw what it was. It was her turn to begin training, as he had. Purple Dusk not nearly as heavy as his Green, but it promised potency. And he saw so many come forward ready to put their claim on her as they had with him. But this was different. Ravenous. Anisah was queen.

Simon chose as best he could. With help from webs and worries. He investigated, dug deep, and decided on Fahmida. She was young, but showed a steady head and a quiet hand. Too quiet.

He would never know exactly what happened. It was a secret they took to their graves with them. How his daughter had died under Fahmida's guidance. Under her direct supervision. Had it been by her own hand? Simon didn't have the skills to know, and his grief had been to great for his head to be level. There was no logic behind his icy rage and the maelstrom it created. So consumed by the Killing Field he left nothing behind but his daughter's body. Fahmida and her triangle nothing more than husks.

He took her home to her mother and brothers. Body so small in his arms. Summer's grief was not something he could look upon. And her accusations too true for him not to shoulder.

Simon set his Jewel. Never again would he trust. Never would he commit. Not to a woman. Never to a woman.

He was a killer of children and a murderer of queens. There was no vengeance against him. No one could say what had happened. Where true fault lay. Two queens were dead. His child was punishment enough. The tragedy was a quiet one. No one spoke of up but in whispers. And even those were quickly hushed.

But Simon understood better, how the world was broken. And around him he filled the empty places with others who understood. Beside him as she had been so often, was Celeste. And there were others. Men like himself. Wounded, broken, lost. Tainted by a queens touch, which was supposed to be healing.

It was time for change. But change took time. Patience. And a crooked mind used to games. And Simon was very, very used to games. And in possession of the keen, cutting blade of a Prince's patience.


The Writer


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Player Pronouns: she/her
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The Darkness

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Re: Rose
« Reply #1 on: March 16, 2020, 09:32:50 PM »
The Darkness has granted you...
Green
Cut 85
to
Gray
Cut 50




As requested, SIX family rolls:
1: White to Yellow
2: Rose to Purple Dusk
3: Purple Dusk to Opal
4: Summer-sky to Purple Dusk
5: White to Yellow
6: White to Yellow
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The Darkness

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Re: Rose, Simon
« Reply #2 on: March 29, 2020, 05:25:07 PM »
Approved
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