Post by Oliver Lucraft on Sept 6, 2010 23:12:08 GMT
(I don't know all that much about history, enough, but not all that much, so excuse me if his dress or back story is very implausible for IX's timeperiod)
Full Name: Oliver Charles Duncan Lucraft
Nickname(s): --
Custom Title Chancellor of the Exchequer, please.[/b]
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Race: A distant cousin of the Burmecians, in effect, the typical, anthropomorphic fox.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Place of Birth: To his family manor in the great Alexandrian countryside.
Current Location: His chamber in Alexandria Castle.
General Appearance: Lucraft is a fairly tall man for the time period, with a stature and posture so perfectly beaten into him by his mother. The result is a rather eloquent shape with a commanding figure.
Around his neck he typically has a rather ruffled cravat spilling out over a black tailcoat coat with more buttons than necessary. On his head he adores wearing a rather fetching tophat. His feet are held in pointed black shoes that have seen more polish than anything in his houses.
His head is that of a Fox, his snout long and his fur a kind of autumn red. His ears are large and pricked, edges dipped in charcoal. His hair is shoulder length and curly, deep brown in colour and very distinguished by his infamously large flick-curl on his forehead between his ears. His tail is bushy, his hands small.
Image: (I'll have one up eventually, I plan on drawing him soonish)
History: Oliver was born prematurely to the extremely wealthy Lucraft family. It was a family who had always had close ties with the aristocracy, whose name was tagged onto so many Lords and Ladies, Dukes and Barons. Royal blood was deeply encrusted in his veins from the very moment of conception.
Olivers mother was a fine housewife with intellect far beyond her qualifications. She was sharp and wickedly quick on picking up on trouble. More than often Oliver found himself on the painful side of her birch rod. She would have made an exquisite teacher had she not the impatience of a rabbit. She could not stand educating her son, anger quickly flaring to her mouth each time he failed to understand the sheer complexities of what she was saying. She was incredibly good at stitch work and piano playing.
His father was an exceedingly old man when Oliver was conceived. Having already had five children with a previous wife and this one being his third with his current, one could already begin to understand why so many wrinkles littered his face. All the same, he had been an incredibly successful judge, who upon the backs of his ancestors had maintained the family fortune and sought only to expand it. He was a kind man, though not one Oliver felt he could relate too much. His intellect had faded with his years, his ears too, and so speech was awkward and uncommon.
It was seen as the proper thing for him to be educated and make his own mark upon the world. His mother insisted on law, his father did not protest. So, as was the tradition, yet another lawyer had been born from the Lucraft family. He was paid through the very top schools in all of Gaia, attaining mediocre grades that were lavished with great droppings of praise. He was accepted to great University of Alexandria naturally, and a great career as an advocate soon followed.
Deep ties with the Royal Palace and a flare for finance that had been so underdeveloped came eventually into use. He had already impressed quite a few noblemen in Treno with his accountancy skills, shown off quite regularly and enthusiastically by his mother in his early 20's. He gained quite a reputation, and word soon was spread to the Palace. He was, for a while, was commissioned to levy the late Queen's debts. Upon doing a fairly remarkable job, when the previous chancellor, Sir Bagginton , died he was appointed the role. He could not be more enthused.
During his 24th year he married Valery Rowan, a wife he still adores to this day. She is gentle, reserved, and so very "un-political". His first son was born one year later. They are currently expecting their second.
He was worked incredibly hard sorting out Alexandria's finances after the great war and is only now, 10 years later under the rule of the young Queen Garnet, that the books are beginning to look a little balanced.
It has only been a year since his father died at the very ripe old age of ninety-seven. He cried of course, but he cannot be sure if the tears were crocodile or not. His mother showed no such emotion.
It is since his fathers death however, that has spurred Lucraft on to do something revolutionary. He has grown very tired of the Nobility and its way of ruling. He feels it incredibly unjust to the great masses, and besides, he would rather the power be given to those elected, not by Royal Birth. People like himself, for example. Those middle and upper class gentleman, those wild intellectuals whose hands could pull Alexandria out from beneath Lindblum's ever looming shadow.
And so he has begun to work in quite with a few of the nobles he trusts very dearly. Whispering very secretly about plans to overthrow the monarchy, great dreams to dispel these stuffy old kings and queens forever. With that sordid war finally being cleaned from the dregs of his accountancy book, the economy finally starting to look up, people where more aware, more willing for change. Now was his chance more than ever to truly make a huge impact.
Such was his desire.
Abilities/Skills: Words my dear, not weapons. He does however, have a low level charm spell, though weather or not this is just natural charisma or honestly a spell, not even he is sure. In any case, he seems to have an uncanny ability to talk his way into people'spants minds and get them on his side of thinking.
How did you find us? I'm Numbers, I play Black Waltz no.3 and Eiko Carol < 3
Full Name: Oliver Charles Duncan Lucraft
Nickname(s): --
Custom Title Chancellor of the Exchequer, please.[/b]
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Race: A distant cousin of the Burmecians, in effect, the typical, anthropomorphic fox.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Place of Birth: To his family manor in the great Alexandrian countryside.
Current Location: His chamber in Alexandria Castle.
General Appearance: Lucraft is a fairly tall man for the time period, with a stature and posture so perfectly beaten into him by his mother. The result is a rather eloquent shape with a commanding figure.
Around his neck he typically has a rather ruffled cravat spilling out over a black tailcoat coat with more buttons than necessary. On his head he adores wearing a rather fetching tophat. His feet are held in pointed black shoes that have seen more polish than anything in his houses.
His head is that of a Fox, his snout long and his fur a kind of autumn red. His ears are large and pricked, edges dipped in charcoal. His hair is shoulder length and curly, deep brown in colour and very distinguished by his infamously large flick-curl on his forehead between his ears. His tail is bushy, his hands small.
Image: (I'll have one up eventually, I plan on drawing him soonish)
History: Oliver was born prematurely to the extremely wealthy Lucraft family. It was a family who had always had close ties with the aristocracy, whose name was tagged onto so many Lords and Ladies, Dukes and Barons. Royal blood was deeply encrusted in his veins from the very moment of conception.
Olivers mother was a fine housewife with intellect far beyond her qualifications. She was sharp and wickedly quick on picking up on trouble. More than often Oliver found himself on the painful side of her birch rod. She would have made an exquisite teacher had she not the impatience of a rabbit. She could not stand educating her son, anger quickly flaring to her mouth each time he failed to understand the sheer complexities of what she was saying. She was incredibly good at stitch work and piano playing.
His father was an exceedingly old man when Oliver was conceived. Having already had five children with a previous wife and this one being his third with his current, one could already begin to understand why so many wrinkles littered his face. All the same, he had been an incredibly successful judge, who upon the backs of his ancestors had maintained the family fortune and sought only to expand it. He was a kind man, though not one Oliver felt he could relate too much. His intellect had faded with his years, his ears too, and so speech was awkward and uncommon.
It was seen as the proper thing for him to be educated and make his own mark upon the world. His mother insisted on law, his father did not protest. So, as was the tradition, yet another lawyer had been born from the Lucraft family. He was paid through the very top schools in all of Gaia, attaining mediocre grades that were lavished with great droppings of praise. He was accepted to great University of Alexandria naturally, and a great career as an advocate soon followed.
Deep ties with the Royal Palace and a flare for finance that had been so underdeveloped came eventually into use. He had already impressed quite a few noblemen in Treno with his accountancy skills, shown off quite regularly and enthusiastically by his mother in his early 20's. He gained quite a reputation, and word soon was spread to the Palace. He was, for a while, was commissioned to levy the late Queen's debts. Upon doing a fairly remarkable job, when the previous chancellor, Sir Bagginton , died he was appointed the role. He could not be more enthused.
During his 24th year he married Valery Rowan, a wife he still adores to this day. She is gentle, reserved, and so very "un-political". His first son was born one year later. They are currently expecting their second.
He was worked incredibly hard sorting out Alexandria's finances after the great war and is only now, 10 years later under the rule of the young Queen Garnet, that the books are beginning to look a little balanced.
It has only been a year since his father died at the very ripe old age of ninety-seven. He cried of course, but he cannot be sure if the tears were crocodile or not. His mother showed no such emotion.
It is since his fathers death however, that has spurred Lucraft on to do something revolutionary. He has grown very tired of the Nobility and its way of ruling. He feels it incredibly unjust to the great masses, and besides, he would rather the power be given to those elected, not by Royal Birth. People like himself, for example. Those middle and upper class gentleman, those wild intellectuals whose hands could pull Alexandria out from beneath Lindblum's ever looming shadow.
And so he has begun to work in quite with a few of the nobles he trusts very dearly. Whispering very secretly about plans to overthrow the monarchy, great dreams to dispel these stuffy old kings and queens forever. With that sordid war finally being cleaned from the dregs of his accountancy book, the economy finally starting to look up, people where more aware, more willing for change. Now was his chance more than ever to truly make a huge impact.
Such was his desire.
Abilities/Skills: Words my dear, not weapons. He does however, have a low level charm spell, though weather or not this is just natural charisma or honestly a spell, not even he is sure. In any case, he seems to have an uncanny ability to talk his way into people's
How did you find us? I'm Numbers, I play Black Waltz no.3 and Eiko Carol < 3
