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Alexander Enfield

The world is my plaything, until I get bored of it. Then I just throw it out with the rest of the useless junk.

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a character in “Eatcha Heart out”, as played by Seijun13

Description

Full name: Alexander Enfield

Gender: Male. Care to check?

Age: 33

Personality: In short, he's a pompous jackass. Alexander believes he's better than everyone else and he isn't afraid to make it known. He loves to rub his power in other people's faces, yet he always does something later that makes people forget why they hate him. He knows just the right buttons to push to make a person bend to his will, whether it's flirting with them or blackmailing them. He's a snoop and knows just where to look to find dirt on a person. When angered, mildly upset, or even just bored, he's ruthless. He's not above completely ruining a person's life. He enjoys playing with people's emotions and lives until they bore him, then they're tossed aside as he looks for something else to amuse him. His favorite plaything that has yet to bore him, however, is his servant/bodyguard Hassen Heindrick. He has the poor boy tied to his every command, dancing in the palm of his hand.

Appearance: Alexander keeps his hair short and perfectly groomed for the public. (Only Hassen knows what he looks like in privet.) He wears a charming smile and is not above crossdressing or flirting with men (especially when it gets him what he wants). He has a slim figure and loves to flaunt it with fancy, colorful clothes. He won't settle for anything less than perfect and what he wears depends entirely on his mood. He always carries a fancy cane with him, unwilling to admit that his right leg will not properly support his weight (he's successfully kept it secret and no one knows this but his servants).

He's about 5' 10", slightly shorter than Hassen, and is almost dangerously underweight, though he doesn't look it. He's actually quite frail beneath his clothes. His skin is quite pale from barely getting out and staying inside somewhere during the day. He refuses to wear gloves and won't do anything that may hurt his fingers (it's very important that a lord not hurt his fingers so he may play the piano, you know). He carries a violin with him everywhere, though he never plays it. It's the only item he won't allow Hassen to carry, but the only item he has given to his servant (in other words, it's the only item Hassen truly owns).

Likes/dislikes/other: He won't admit it, but Alexander really does love Hassen's company and fears that his servant may one day leave him. He goes to extreme measure to prevent that from ever happening. He enjoys teasing and mentally, physically, and emotionally abusing Hassen, but he's never gone far enough to drive his servant away and he always does something to bring said man back (what is done is a secret, though <3).

Short history: Alexander loves to go to parties, but because of his health, he mostly stays at home. His parents will host parties and the like for him, but he's begun to get bored of those and look for something else to entertain himself. He won't commit himself to any woman, either, and his parents are getting desperate. They received word of Drake's Gala and quickly set up a time for Alex to leave and take part. They hope he will find a woman to settle down with and start a family whereas he hopes he'll find something to entertain himself. He took Hassen with him simply because he refused to go anywhere without his servant.

So begins...

Alexander Enfield's Story

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Character Portrait: Esther Hathaway Character Portrait: Hassen Heindrick Character Portrait: Alexander Enfield
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It had happened so quickly that, afterward, no one could be sure of who did what. Esther twisted out of the way of the rope โ€“ most likely a nervous reaction to Alexander's sudden movement โ€“ and kicked the lord in the shin. The shin is a delicate and painful place to be kicked and resulted in an almost crumpling reaction. He would have collapsed to the floor completely and the girl would have escaped except...

There was always an except somewhere.

She should have watched her hands more carefully. She shouldn't have lifted them to protect her face and neck because it was an unnecessary action and only caused her more problems. As she move away from the rope, it slipped around her wrists and pulled shut suddenly, catching her off guard and making her stumble forward. Esther did not fall, however, but instead unintentionally pulled Alexander back to his feet before he became completely helpless on the floor.

With a malicious smile, Alexander pulled the rope tighter around her wrist, eliciting a sharp cry. Leaning forward, he hissed, โ€œDon't try that again or I'll do worse than whip you. I'm in charge now. Remember that.โ€

Esther writhed weakly but finally relaxed and nodded sadly. There really was nothing she could do. Any attempts of escape would only be met with violence and possibly a broken wrist or two from the rope. And there was always the possibility that he would break her bones, one-by-one, if she attempted an escape of any kind. It didn't take much to break one's fingers, after all. Just bend them back and apply a bit of extra pressure...

She dared not think of it.

Picking up his cane from where it had been dropped, Alexander jerked her into the room and scanned the area. A chair was located in a corner -lucky lucky! - and he quickly dragged her over. As she glanced toward the door, she saw the servant slip in like a dog with its tail between its legs. The butler clearly knew what was coming and wanted very badly to run away.

Stupid Hassen. Stupid, stupidly obedient Hassen. Was this enough proof of Alexander's demonic possession? Of did the butler require more?

It wasn't long before Hassen had tied her to the chair. Alexander watched carefully, a smirk dancing around the corners of his mouth, and a sudden bubbling rage welled up within Esther. How she wanted to kick him again, or hit him. Just wipe that smirk right off his face. But, alas, she could do little more than glower at him as he arms were tied behind the chair and then secured to the chair itself before her feet were separately tied to each of the front chair legs. The more she glared, it seemed, the bigger the lord's smirk became, like a child receiving a favorite toy for Christmas.

Once she was secured, Alexander was left with a single rope, and not a particularly long one, at that. He began picking at one end and several moments were spent in strained silence; each person waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, the end of the rope began to fray and Alexander spoke, softly, as though speaking to a disobedient child.

โ€œHassen,โ€ he started and the servant stood straighter, โ€œI think it's time we relearned the basics.โ€ Hassen flinched involuntarily and seemed to shrink in on himself, despite never changing his position. โ€œI am your master. I am in charge. I give the orders and you obey them. You don't listen to Miss Esther or Sir Drake or Edward.โ€ The last name was spat out, as though it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't particularly dislike Edward or Drake, per say, but he noticed that Hassen was far too willing to spend time with them and follow their orders. This meant that the two possessed a quality similar to himself, which left his jealous. Hassen was his, dammit! No one else was allowed to push the poor man around but himself!

It was time for another of Hassen's โ€œlessonsโ€, it seemed.

There was another pause as Alexander continued to fray the rope. Once it had started, the end had come apart quite readily. Even the inanimate objects feared the lord, it seemed. He inspected the rope carefully and seemed satisfied with his work. Stepping back from Esther, he tapped his foot and said, โ€œCome here, Hassen.โ€

โ€œYes, sir.โ€ Hassen approached cautiously, suddenly unsure of what was to come. His eyes locked on the rope and he never noticed Alexander's frown deepen and obvious anger flash across the man's face. Despite watching for it, he still didn't catch it's sudden movement and was unprepared as it bit into his cheek. His head snapped back, more from the shock than the force of the rope connecting with him. The rope stung, of course, but it still wasn't as bad as a horse whip or a birch rod.

Once it had begun, there was no stopping the lashings. Again and again, the rope struck him, the frayed ends cutting into the exposed skin and leaving numerous small cuts. Over and over, and not once did Alexander say anything. Instead, his lips were pursed tightly and his eyes burned with rage and frustration.

โ€œYou listen to me!โ€ Alexander shrieked suddenly.

Crack!

โ€œYou obey me!โ€

Crack!

โ€œYou do not leave me unless I say so!โ€

Crack!

โ€œYou do not think-โ€

Crack!

โ€œ-or act-โ€

Crack!

โ€œ-or speak-โ€

Crack!

โ€œ-until I tell you to!โ€

There was a series of cracks and Hassen was forced to the ground, holding his hands up to protect his neck and face. Despite the rope not cutting through his clothes, it still hurt and he knew there would be marks left behind. The rope stopped suddenly as Alexander stomped toward the door.

โ€œJAMES!โ€ he roared. The voice carried and anyone near the staircase or directly beneath the room would hear him. James should have been back by then with the desired birch rod. It would leave a better, longer lasting impression on his servant than the frayed rope. He glared back at Hassen who had risen to his knees, causing the servant to shrink back and curl protectively on the floor.