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Alanus McCloud

If you do not control the enemy, the enemy will control you.

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a character in “The Gilded”, as played by Torrentwolf

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“If you do not control the enemy, the enemy will control you."
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Alanus McCloud

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DATE OF BIRTH:May 4th

AGE:Twenty-four

OCCUPATION: Gilded

GENDER:Male

SEXUALITY:Heterosexual

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Alanus is a herculean man standing at 6’2 and weighing in around 180 pounds.Surprisingly for someone of his high he is quite agile and can move very fast for someone of his size. Which often surprises people who often think because of his height he would be a bit slow. From physical activity Alanus has a statuesque like body that while not extremely built, is well toned and pleasing to the eye.

Alanus’s ebony hair falls down to his shoulders which is tied up in a mens ponytail most of the time. His facial features are framed by a closed shaved beard and are complemented with a pair of brown eyes that are so dark the appear black.

Typically Alanus loves colors in blue and will be typical fond wearing clothing with the color on it if not his whole outfit. Typically when working he can be found wearing tunics, trousers and boots. Though he has been found wearing button up shirts and cargo pants paired with a duster and stetson. The latter is also part of his daily clothing but he may or may or may not chose to forgo the duster, stetson or both.

Like most Gilded Alanus has been marked with gold markings. Alanus’ etching uses a gold called electrum which is a natural occurring alloy of gold and silver. Ornate intricate markings run along Alanu’s arms, thighs and front torso. The artwork ends with a mid size image etched into the upper part of Alanus’ back as wide as his shoulders and running from the base of his neck to just above the small of his back.


PERSONALITY

Alanus once was a kind and gentle soul long ago. Even today his core remains that way, but after living in a world where everyone could be out to backstab you he has become quite guarded. Alanus comes of as friendly but very reserved in one moment but cold and professional the next. This comes from the fact he has learned to deal with Patricians with a detached mindset so as to temper his negative feelings with them. Though polite Alanus doesn’t typically try to form a relationship, not even with other Gilded, with people. Though not an introvert Alanus’ guarded nature means he has extremely few friends as he has come to suspect everyone in Arcadia of having ulterior motives. Though when interacting with visitors from outside of Arcadia from places such as his hometown Alanus acts as open and friendly as anyone else. Though such occurrences are very rare so few ever see this side of him unless they somehow managed to get close to him.


Alanus is an intelligent man and holds a great value for it. As a child Alanus had a sharp mind and wit for his age. But when he was taken from his home he was forced to use his mind and logic to survive in this dangerous world. Alanus prefers to think things through and plan before taking action believing that at least a basic plan is better than acting without thought. Given enough time he will try and plan out every little detail he can think of beforehand. But if need be Alanus will make a quick decision on the spot to the best of his reasoning. Alanus also tends to think from a philosophical mindset, using his on logic and wisdom he has gathered to guide his own actions. But if one thing Alanus possess that is both gift and a curse it is his strong will. Tested after many years of hardship, the once fledgling trait became a hardened fact about Alanus. On one hand it pushes him to keep going even when things look bleak. But on the other hand this makes his quite stubborn which, unless it was required for him to do, makes it hard to dissuade Alanus from a course of action or thought once he has set his mind to it.

Though he has not seen his parents since he was taken from them Alanus still feels a strong bond with them. Alanus longs to return to his home and to his parents, settle down and make a new life to leave behind the one he lived as a Gilded. Alanus would love to find someone to share this new life, but he finds it unlikely he would find someone as a Gilded.


LIKES
Animals: Since he works with them as part of his job, Alanus has a love for most animals and has a strong bond with those he works with.

Foods made with apples: One of his favorite foods, Alanus loves just about anything made from Apples. Apple bread, apple pie, apple butter, apple fritters, if it has apples he’ll most likly love it.

The Violin: Alanus loves classic music and loves playing the violin. No music can compare to producing such sweet music from the violin.

Samurai: After reading about them Alanus has grown a strong interest for the warriors, their ways and their arts.

Reading: Be it fiction or nonfiction, Alanus just likes to lay back sometimes and just lose himself in a good book.

DISLIKES

Bitter tastes; Alanus doesn’t like bitter foods and drinks and thus avoids them. The only exception to this are apple based foods.

Patricians: Given the bad experience he’s had with them, Alanus hates Partricians with a passion. This has lead to some dark thoughts in his mind about them.

Cats: Alanus has never had a good time training cats and since one put him in the life he lives now he’s not too fond of them.

His marks: Alanus hates the gold etching on his body as it constantly reminds him of his current situation and his hate for Patricians. Alanus cannot stand to look at them and always covers the parts of his body to hid them from his sight.

Unfaithfulness: Dispite being around polygamy, Alanus is very magnanimous and takes faithfulness quite seriously. Alanus does not care about one’s past but he will not be part of polygamy and will tolerate unfaithfulness.

FEARS
☠Endless Debt: Alanus has a strong fear or never regaining his freedom from the debt he has been placed in.
☠Acrophobia: Alanus has a strong fear of heights. This normal doesn't effect him when only climbing a few dozen feet. But anything higher than a story will induce a sense of dread in him.
☠Losing Self Control: After the treatment by his former patrician Alanus has been pushed towards his limits. He fears one day he may crack and do something he may never be able to return from.




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BIOGRAPHY

In the east, a city exists called Elysium. It was here Alanus McCloud was born in the wonderful month of may. Alanus was the only child to Marcus and Reia McCloud, as his mother was unable to bare another child without risking both her and the child's life. As such Alanus received most of his parents attention and did not lack attention. But being the only child it was expected for Allanus to continue on with his parents craft. For in Elysium many people learned the trades of both parents and while it Alanus wasn’t required to do so it was a tradition expected for him to follow. Elysium was known for taming, breeding and raising exotic animals mostly sold to patricians for quite a price. So as Alanus grew older as he attended school his parents taught their craft to him. Alanus had a remarkable mind for learning and took to his studies with a keen interest. When he was twelve he was quite a good handler for dogs and birds, though this was only a fraction of the knowledge he would eventually learn.

If he had been allowed to that is.

Around the same time Marcus and Reia were commissioned to tame a tiger for a client. It took them six months to do but they fulfilled their contract and delivered the animal to the client’s handlers. Unfortunately due to the incompetence of the handlers the tiger was set loose, killing two people and badly mauling one other before it was put down. Due to the fact the paperwork for the transaction hadn’t been finalized Marcus and Reia were still obligated to deliver a tiger or refund the downpayment. Considering they had used a lot of money to raise the animal and didn’t have enough to retrain one much less refund the down payment Marcus and Reia were then indebted to their client. The client, a very wealthy patrician with a cruel deposition, came to collect upon that debt in something of equal value. With the way the corrupted world of patricians the client found something to compensate for their loss; Alanus. Yelling and kicking Alanus dragged away from his distraught and angry parents to be taken away to his new life as a Gilded.

Alanus was very emotional during those first few days in new home/prison but eventually managed to get himself together. The patrician was quite harsh on Alanus, forcing him to continue his studies with much a much stricter regiment, forcing Alanus to grow up faster than normal. The man valued his Gilded to be refined and cultured as well as beautiful so as to be the envy of his “friends”. It was too easy to find a beautiful wall flower, it was much harder to obtain a cultured servant with such skills as a beast tamer. In addition to his regular studies Alanus was forced to learn subjects he normally would learn. Some subjects like philosophy and music, were much more enjoyable enough to keep Alanus sane as his life consisted of being molded into the perfect Gilded for his master. Alanus came to hate the man and would have done something drastic if not for a subject in his studies. During his education Alanus was taught about culture before the collapse and two cultures he loved to read about were of the nations of Greece and Japan. When he was even given a spare moment Alanus would study these cultures. He especially loved the stories of the Samurai, warrior servants who though brutal, were quite fascinating to Alanus.
Alanus used this image to mold himself into a servant. He began using his exercise time to practice some of the martial arts and sword techniques he read about which delighted his master, who gave permission for Alanus to learn more. Alanus found it a good outlet for his emotions and a way to keep him balanced so he wouldn’t kill the man. As time passed Alanus played the good Gilded pet he was, waiting for a day he would be free of this man. With it Alanus’ hatred for the man and all patricians grew until he couldn’t stand them. Then came a day, when upon entering the man’s chamber a maid found Alanus’ master dead. The doctors upon examining him found traces of snakes venom and concluded one of the masters pets somehow injected him with the deadly toxin. But an investigation didn’t find any loose snakes and the evidence of a bite was circumstantial at best. Unable to solve the mystery the death was ruled an accident and the case closed.

Alanus was free of his former master’s reign but not all was good. For some reason Alanus debt was not fully paid off and not needing his services any further the man’s remaining family sold Alanus to another patrician. Though whether this was out of a lack of interest or general fear on their end was unknown. Alanus was not happy to have been sold to another master but he is willing to help tend to their pets.

Oh yes, he is more than willing.


MISCELLANEOUS

Thanks to his profession, Alanus has a pet wolf he raised from a pup named Himeji.


Important Relationships:
Marcus McCloud - Father - Alive
Reia McCloud - Mother- Alive
Lucian O’Conner -Former Patrician - Deceased


So begins...

Alanus McCloud's Story

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Aris Lincoln Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones

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The problem with having the wealth and power that he did meant that it often fell on Silas to host his peers and their over-the-top demands when it came time for holidays or any other celebration. One such holiday had always been welcoming in the new year in the dead of winter. Temperatures in Arcadia never reached above forty degrees in the winter, and a thin sheet of snow coated everything.

A unforgiving wind whipped through the streets that day, driving most Patricians into the cover of their automobiles to reach whatever party they would be attending. Silas's was only for the cream of the crop, of course. A man in his position could not afford to invite those who didn't belong there. Despite that, his home seemed packed to the brim. The manor stood on the edge of Arcadia, in the same place his mentor had begun its construction so many years ago. And now, here it was - a looming, multi-story thing of near-palatial quality.

It was Harvey who had requested the layout that, frankly, had no place among the most modern pieces of architecture. It seemed to glow in the moonlight, the white of the building reflecting the light like a beacon. A courtyard in the center stretched the length of the mansion, but it had been covered for the comfort of the party-goers.

It was in the courtyard that Silas stood now, engaged in a conversation with far too many people at once. Like most of the conversations that night, it involved talk about the recent protests that had sprung up in smaller, less significant cities across The Republic earlier that day. That was the problem with mass media, he found - news spread far too quickly. He hadn't even had time to be briefed before the concerned phone calls came into his secretary and the more influential Patricians appeared at his doorstep.

"It's outrageous, I say," blubbered a woman to his right. She was a journalist, he recalled, one of the first who had appeared on his doorstep that morning. "The gall of some...frankly, I don't see what they plan to accomplish." She turned quickly, facing Silas with a hungry look in her eyes. "What do you make of it?"

Societal change slips under our noses, suddenly integrates itself into life.

He had been watching Canan from a slight distance, having let her wander off among the flowers in the garden. Once upon a time, that could have - would have - been him. He had been so young then, but here he stood, a changed man. He could hardly imagine a life without the Gilded.

It was ironic that despite all of his schooling, he had seemed to forget one of the earliest lessons he had learned as a child, that there was an ugly side to the Gilded that the media, the endless commercials and promotions didn't show. He could hardly remember a time without the looming presence of the Gilded.

"We...owe it to the people of The Republic to let them speak for themselves," he began, his hand tightening for a moment on his tumbler of some drink he had long forgotten about. "But we will ensure their civil liberties do not infringe upon those of other citizens." He gestured about the circle, his hand almost hesitating as he gestured past a few of the Gilded that stood by their respective Patricians.

He looked to the journalist now, and she gave a slow nod, already pounding his words into her sleek cellular device with her thumb. They would be across the nation in just minutes. An urge struck him, and he downed the rest of his drink before excusing himself and walking towards the bar, seeking something else to calm newly frazzled nerves.

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud

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Xena sat with a glass of champagne hanging from her lazy fingers. Her light eyes looked around at the grand decorations and food strewn about. People were gathered in little pockets, discussing the latest technological advances, new Gilded, and other gossip. The distinct twinkle of joy was present in Xena's expression. Truly, she loved being in the presence of so much wealth and power.

The red hair that sat upon her head was neatly gathered in a bun. Long diamond earrings grazed her bare shoulders, and her face was uncharacteristically done up with fine make up. The dress that she was wearing was floor length, embroidered with real emeralds and made out of a shimmering deep green silk material. The fabric flowed effortlessly from her hips which were gracefully being shown off, from there the piece wound tightly up her body and made small fluttering sleeves around her upper arms. By no means was she the most attractive creature at the event, but her beauty was something to be noticed.

Ms. Dawn watched Silas with a keen eye as he made his way toward the bar. It wasn't obvious that Silas was irritated by the press by the naked eye, but Xena had noticed the grip he held on his drink. She wasn't one for exclusive people watching, but at events such as this it was a good strategy to start with. While watching the dark figure that everyone called Doyen, Xena thought about the amount of pressure he was having to deal with. Especially with the protests. For a moment Xena felt bad for Silas. He exuded such confidence, but she sense urgency in his body language.

Remembering that she ought to make it appear like she was keeping an eye on her Gilded, Xena scanned the crowd. She made Alanus only stay with her for one drink before letting him roam. Unlike many Patricians, Xena held no personal favor of the Gilded culture. Though the practice did remind her of her childhood and many fond memories of her parents' Gilded, Xena ultimately saw the drastic flaws in the design. They were people, after all; an idea that Xena didn't quite understand until she started working as a doctor. Xena didn't lack the intelligence to recognize that the Gilded's rights were warped, but she also didn't want to go against the status quo. It was hard enough keeping her own secrets, she didn't want to be fighting the whole of society as well.

Flowing from her seat like a powerful tidal wave, Xena made her way to Silas and Edmund. The same reporter that was annoying Silas stepped directly in front of Xena, trying to get a statement. Before a single word could escape the poor woman's mouth Xena's green eyes darted her. "Enough," she said coolly, taking an effortless step around the reporter and putting her hand up in disgust. This wasn't enough to deter the reporter though, aggressively the woman followed Xena while spouting out all sorts of questions. Unamused by this tactless move Xena whipped around the face the woman.

Quickly, Xena swiped the phone from the reporter's hands. She looked at it briefly, ignoring the fact that there was indeed a list of Patrician's names to find and interview. As the reporter tried grab the phone back Xena swiftly leaned over and slid it across the spotless floor. The phone made it through several parading feet before Xena lost sight of it. "Good luck," Xena said as she turned back to her original destination.

Upon arrival she gave Edmund Gray and polite nod with a sparkling smile. It appeared that the art curator was making small talk with the Doyen. "You're looking well, Silas." she interrupted with a bold amount of sarcasm.

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Amias Vennum

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Amias Vennum


Amias Vennum was used to going to parties for political or financial gain, but very rarely was he allowed to simply relax. New Year Parties were a time he would put the world’s problems away and if for one night just enjoy himself. However this party however was much more enjoyable for Amias as he listened to the bustling chatter and gossip about the recent protests against owning Gilded. Amias could only smile as he sipped a glass of Chardonnay and savored the vanilla like flavor. Amias had his fair share of reporters approach him earlier today inquiring on his opinion about the situation. Being known as a Gilded Civil Rights representative he told them he welcomed the opinions of others and would remain supportive of the protests so long as they remained civil demonstrations.

Though considered a wise representative Amias had his share of naysayers and was sure this would cause some gossip to circulate among the other Anti Gilded Rights Patricians. No doubt there would be some plots to undermine him, politically or financially, But let them come, Amias had faced much worse than backroom politics and he could deal with whatever they threw at him. For now he was content to just enjoy things and let the world be for tonight. Amias looked around the mansion which belonged to his host Silas. The antique design of the mansion did indeed stand out among the others in this district, but so did Amias whose design was more reminiscent of classical Greek architecture. As he admired the house he took in the guests whom had attended the party. Normally his daughter Antoinette would have attended with him, but this year she had wished to celebrate the new year at a friends party.

So tonight he had taken Magnolia with him as company. Normally he wouldn’t have considered owning a Gilded, but without a mother figure in her life Amias had wanted Antoinette to have some constant female company other than the maids. Not to mention Amias would like to have some female company just to laugh, talk and admire with. So he had entered into an agreement with Magnolia, companionship in exchange for a comfortable living. From a business perspective it was a deal most people would kill to have. Amias had given her a lavish accommodations, delectable food, even free education when he later found out her ambitions. All of this he gave her for next to nothing, just as long as she made herself at home as a companion.

Despite her multifaceted personality she fit in just perfectly with their little family. Antoinette had taken to her with enthusiasm and enjoyed spending time with her. She was like a sister and sometimes mother to Antoinette, someone whom she could talk with, spend time with and though he didn’t like it, confide in things she didn’t want to with Amias. Amias also enjoyed her quirky personality and found her quite beautiful to look at. He especially liked it when her temperamental side came out as she was so amusing to watch in this state. He also found her very attractive in appearance and if he had met her some twenty years ago he would have attempted to seduce her. But he was much wiser now and though it was not impossible for him to pursue her she was better off enjoying the romantic attention of someone more her age and Amias someone of his own age.

Amias sighed and pushed such thoughts aside as he continued to look around. He spotted Silas with his Gilded along with others. One he recognized as Edmund Grey, a well known artist and owner of one of the prestigious art galleries. The woman he didn’t recognize but she was quite the eye catcher. Deciding to intrude upon this congregation Amias began making his way over to the group, his wood cane announcing his presence with it’s clicking tempo. “Quite the party you have arranged Silas.” he said. “I suspect this will be a celebration to be remembered for quite some time.”

He looked to Edmund and nodded, “Mr. Grey, good to see you were able to attend the festivities.” Amias turned to the beautiful blond woman, “I do not believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you miss?” He asked.



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Alanus McCloud


The atmosphere was filled with giddy laughter, high spirits and everything short of drunken revelry. Here were people who lived the high life without a care for what others thought or even for the concern of others. It was revolting and sickened him to no end to see these pompous, arrogant creatures whom were the leaders of humanity’s last bastion of civilization. Alanus’ lips twisted in a disgust as he slowly roamed the courtyard outskirts, doing as much as he could to avoid drawing attention to himself. Alanus wanted to be among these people as much as he wanted to gouge out his own eyes. But thanks to his new Patrician he found himself now among the wolves. Unlike his previous “Master” as he was so fond of being called, Xena Dawn was more lenient and considerate. But Alanus didn’t let his guard down with her, he learned long ago Patricians were never to be trusted.

Alanus looked paused to look over the guests of the party, Patricians along with their Gilded were in large attendance tonight with some reporters. He turned his attention to the Gilded who walked among them, many of them enjoying the festivities, others just keeping to themselves. One girl whom he saw with what appeared to be an important man handed him a crown of flowers of which he put on her head. He basked in the affection this girl showered upon him like some giddy school girl as the circulated around. How could she be so at ease? How could she act like she was some girl with her boyhood crush and not like some slave? It was something Alanus could never understand, how one could willingly become part of a society that treated them as nothing but possessions. Alanus had been forced into his position and resented every moment.

His last owner had forced him into indentured service, forced him to be something he didn’t wish, branded him, humiliated him, practically tortured him. It was a time of Alanus’ life where he almost wished to die but his stubborn nature had forced him to live through it until his Patrician died. Ironic how he had died by the position of one of the creatures Alanus had trained for him. Though he had warned him many times a Black Manba was very dangerous but the man had dismissed his warnings and paid the price. There were still some who thought Alanus had somehow arranged for the man to be bitten or even poisoned him personally. But no evidence was found and as Alanus said, as much as wanted to he didn’t kill the man.

Though this didn’t stop such dark thoughts from entering his mind, such as wondered how many of the Patricians in this room a little of the snake's venom could kill. It would be as simple as spiking the punch and then just watch the results, but such thoughts were best left unexplored. A sound of footsteps caught his attention and Alanus turned to see one of the reporters approaching him, “Excuse me good sir, I’d like to hear your take on GAAHHH!” The reporter jumped back as a growling next to Alanus caused the reporter to turn pail, “Leave.” Alanus said. The woman didn’t think twice as she turned tail and ran away. He turned back to the creature to his left, “Good boy.” He said as he pet the creature. Himeji was a wolf pup Alanus had raised during his last tenure and it had become his most loyal companion. He brought him to the party mostly for companionship but also gave the excuse to Xena it would help boost her prestivue to be seen with a tamed beast like a wolf. And indeed it did draw attention, not just to Xena but to himself.

Himeji mostly kept him company but he also scared off the party goers who ventured close to ask him questions or interact with him. Of the few who managed to last more than ten seconds had assumed he was a Patrician. Now Alanus was dressed in a tailor made suit with a black tailcoat jacket, white starched shirt with waistcoat, black trousers and dress shoes. But it covered his Gilding marks and his gloves insured they remained hidden. This explained how he was mistaken for a Patrician but even so it didn’t make him any less annoyed when he was compared to those monsters. Alanus sighed, he was getting angry and it was best not to let that anger grow, maybe a drink was in order. Hopefully the non alcoholic drinks weren’t spiked yet as he didn’t like alcohol. As Alanus moved to leave the outskirts Himeji suddenly perked up, looked around and walked off in a random direction, “Himeji.” Alanus said firmly, trying to get the wolf’s attention. But it was no use as Himeji continued his search for whatever he was looking for. Alanus followed the wolf as he walked along the outskirts before coming up behind a woman in a green laced gown with a black skirt.

Himeji pushed his snout into the small of woman's back as he sniffed her intently, taking in her natural scent over her perfume, which Alanus could smell had a flowery scent to it, “Himeji, heel!” Alanus said before he came behind the wolf and pinched the wolf’s neck. Immediately the wolf stopped what he was doing and sat down on the spot. Alanus made sure Himeji wasn’t going to do anything before looking towards the woman, “My apologies, my companion must have been very curious to seek you out.” He said with a calm look. Alanus noted the gold gilding on the woman’s arms and thighs, indicating she was a Gilded.

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones Character Portrait: Amias Vennum

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Startling at the touch of something prodding into the base of her back Magnolia spun quickly, eyes wide in shock but jeweled toned eyes flashing with fire. Coming face to face, well chest, with a herculean man at least a foot taller then her and a huge wolf. Cocking her head to the side as she studied him, her lips slightly pinched and furrow had appeared between her finely arched eyebrows. “My apologies, my companion must have been very curious to seek you out.”, a small airy laugh escaped her lips as she shrugged elegantly with a small quirk of her lips.

"Well I feel I should apologize for distracting such a fine and noble creature. So please forgive me." Magnolia giggled lightly, her eyes filled with mirth. "Walk with me? Though I am treated well by my Patrician and I enjoy being his daughters companion, there are far to many Patricians here tonight who see me as nothing but a trophy to look at and in some cases...touch." she ended with a growl. Though the party was loud a distinctive clicking sound from across the room caused her head to snap in the direction as her eyes darted around before landing on Amias. It appeared he wasnt looking for her so Magnolia turned back to her unknown companion.

Raising her hand to her hair she fiddled with the flower clip before noticing the nervous gesture and jerking her hand down, "Im Magnolia Krane by the way." she told him as an after thought, the cool air fluttered through the room and made her shiver slightly. One would think that with the amount of people milling about that it really would be warmer but apparently not.





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Tilting he's head in understanding Edmund matched Silas's steps, "Maybe its our age, maybe we simply feel it more as we continue to age." he chuckled deeply. "Xena, dear, you look lovely and I am truly offended that all I get is a smile and nod. No kiss? Or at least a hug?" he oozed charm while wiggling his eyebrows with a laugh.

"You are quite right though Silas, what a time to live. Gildeds, the Elite, Riots... I haven't been able to catch the news only heard the murmurs. Do you think there will be more or that they will get worse?" Edmund asked with a sigh, his normally cheerful exasperation dull with worry before shaking his head. "If you had told me ten years ago that I would be sitting here, with you, with a Gilded in my care, running a Gallery, frustrated by Riots for Gilded rights. I would have called you a liar. Sitting here is unbelievable and though I had dreamed of it I never thought I would achieve it but I had never realized how tired I would be once I made it here. Sorry, guess im getting sentimental." he ended with a laugh before the sound of clicking filled his ears and looked up in time to see Amias Vennum approach. Nodding his greeting Edmund waved to a waiter for a glass of whatever drink they were carrying through.





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Quartz had flinched away from the man, it was one thing to be touched by Rosemary but it was a whole nother to be touched by someone else. Luckily her Mistress stepped in and didnt allow that to happen. "Thank you for not allowing him to touch me." she whispered in a slightly shaky breath. It was probably the one thing Quartz hated about being a gilded and being considered beautiful, it made people want to touch her, "He was right though, I do look exquisite. Though, you look more divine than I" Rosemary stated and it made Quartz relax and release an almost childlike laugh before turning to the table filled with food.

"We both know that, that is untrue Mistress. We are both divine just in...Different ways. You tall and graceful, with a wisdom that shines in your eyes." She said in a breathy voice for Rosemary's ears only, "I on the other hand, am considered tiny and delicate, childlike really." she finished with a shrug and smile.

Taking her Mistresses advice on the chocolate she dropped a piece in her mouth and released a small moan of pleasure. "That is just sinful, we should get tomorrow so we can enjoy it at home." she said in a slightly questioning tone as she peeked up and her Patrician through her thick dark lashes, playing coy in the hopes that Rosemary would say yes. Chocolate was a secret obsession of the flame haired girls, so it was no surprise when she gabbed a dainty napkin and placed a few more pieces in it as she popped another on her tongue.