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Darius Arteria

I am a valet. My job is to cook, clean, tell my employer what to wear, and take out the trash. Oh, and to escort you off the premises.

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a character in “Rags & Riches”, as played by Thundergod1020

Description

Darius Arteria





❝It's amazing what human stupidity and unlimited funds can achieve when together, don't you agree?❞





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The Inside

| Nickname(s) |

I do not respond to any name other than Darius, or Darry, for those who must impose a nickname on everything.


| Gender |

Last I checked, I was(and still am) male. I can only pray that doesn't change.


| Age |

I am a lovely twenty, any younger and I'd be a horrible idea for a valet. One should never act as a valet in their rebel years, it isn't healthy.
| Face Claim |

The Valet of the Darkest Shade


| Master/Sevant Relationship |

Like, Hate, No Feelings Whatsoever, Love, or Newly met?
I have just recently met my employer, and so have yet to develop feelings of any sort for her.

How long have you known your Master/Servant?
As stated not one sentence ago, we have only just met.


| Spot/Role |

Servant 8
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| Likes |
*Anything that can be defined as being "for refined tastes"
*Classical music
*Being a valet
*The Bering Strait. Yes, you read that right.


| Dislikes |
*Uncouth behavior
*Oranges, not tangerines or clementines, oranges. There is just something about the inner peel sticking to the flesh that just irks me.
*Being called a butler/servant. The nomenclature of either brings to mind one who handles the entire household, whereas I only make sure my employer is well cared for. While I can buttle with the rest of them, I am a valet first, last, and foremost.
*Anyone who tries to interfere with my duties as a valet.





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| Personality |

And now we reach the meat and potatoes of what makes a man worth hiring. If you will check references five through seven, I display a full mastery over a vast range of subjects, from philosophy (my favourite philosopher is Spinoza; I find Nietzsche fundamentally unsound) through an encyclopaedic knowledge of poetry, science, history, psychology, geography, politics, and literature. I am also a bit of a "whiz", as my employer two folks back called me, in all matters pertaining to gambling, car maintenance, etiquette, cooking, tailoring, and women. However, my most impressive feats are a flawless knowledge of the aristocracy and making breakfast in the mornings(I have yet to find someone with a meal to match my cari oufes et pommes de terres). I attribute my mental prowess to eating fish, it is most certainly a wholesome meal when prepared in a proper way. I have a distinct—and often negative—opinion of items about which my employers take a shine to that are no means proper. I also feel obligated to mention that I can be a little brash at times when something that truly irks me continues without reprieve. And finally, as people have begged me to warn you, I have a habit of flickering in and out of a room while no one's watching, or as they put it, and I quote, "appearing out of fecking nowhere and disappearing just as fast".




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| Bio |

Not much to say, really. I am merely a valet, and that is all you need be concerned about. And don't expect any more out of me, because while I have acquired many skills over my life so far, none of them need to be borne for the world to always see.








| Other |

Do not think for a second that I will stand idly while someone wanders about in hideous attire or possesses horrid taste in furniture. I can, and will, destroy it with fire at some point.




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So begins...

Darius Arteria's Story

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Well, to think I've the honor of telling you my tale! Well, I was at work in the kitchens, preparing breakfast for my new mistress, Miss Felicia Haddon. Due to my not knowing her tastes, I decided upon a simple morning brunch of rabbit moco loco, which is diced rabbit served under brown rice, topped with two eggs and bacon gravy. Not exactly the healthiest thing for a meal, but it leaves one pleased beyond all recognition(Except vegans, but they don't count).

With the dish prepared, I took the plate, lowered it onto a tray to be covered, and brought it to my Mistress' room. I knocked, and stood outside, giving her what I figured to be a proper amount of time to hide anything unsightly, and walked in. However, what my peers call my being a "bloody ninja" had apparently kicked in, and Miss Felicia apparently had no idea I had even knocked, much less noticed me enter. I tried my best to gently notify her of my presence. With a simple cough. When that failed, I simply spoke, hoping she wouldn't be too disturbed by my presence.

"Miss Felicia, your breakfast is ready."

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Felicia was sat in bed, reading, as she was often found to be doing wherever she might have been in the house. Lost as she was in her book, she didn't hear the knock at the door, simply turned another page. Nor did she hear whoever it was who had entered clear their throat.

"Miss Felicia, your breakfast is ready."

Felicia casually looked up from her book, taking in Darius's form. He'd only been here a few days and she was already getting used to the fact is was a distinct possibility that he was the child of a ninja clan. He had the disquieting habit of turning up seemingly out of thin air. She would have to get used to that if she wasn't going to have constant heart attacks whenever he appeared.

"Thank you Darius," Felicia said, her voice a little croaky given that she hadn't spoken to anyone in a while. She gave a small cough to clear her throat, placing the book on the bedside table. She indicated for Darius to bring the tray to her, wanting to eat breakfast in bed that morning. It smelled divine. "It tastes wonderful," Felicia commented after taking her first mouthful, " Do I have any important appointments to attend to today?"

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My chest swelled a bit with pride from her compliment, but she had a question to which I had an answer. I closed my eyes, recalling the list I had been given the evening prior that dropped to the floor of galas, fundraisers, soirees, and other fancy ways of saying you were giving away free food going on in the next few days that had asked for Miss Felicia's attendance.

"Absolutely nothing worth making a show of, really. Personally, I'd say sod the lot and stay in with a good book, but society dictates that we must make ourselves known on a regular basis. So I agreed for you to attend a ball tonight, and a fundraiser for some project tomorrow afternoon. I've prepared your dress for the ball, the car to get you there, and a quick little excuse saying you were feeling ill and could not attend, if that is your desire."

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Felicia nodded as Darius reeled off her itinery for the next few days. A ball and a fundraiser. Yes, she could live with that. She neer understoid these social butterfly people who were never away from such events. No, that wasn't for her. Darius had only been here a few days and was already proving himself to be head and shoulders above her last valet. What was his name again? Nevermind. It wasn't important. Darius had everything under control.

"Excuses aren't necessary Darius, but thank you. I should probably show my face at some event or other before people start questioning my wellbeing," Felicia blew a lock of hair fom her face, "As appealing as a life of a hermit sounds, I doubt wider society would allow it."

Felicia finished her breakfast, thanking Darius once again for the meal. She found it paid to be polite to the staff, they stuck around longer. The incompetent staff were dealt with in the upmost discretion. She dismissed Darius and slid from the bed, beginning the daily ritual of getting washed and dressed. Felicia left her room, now fully dressed, fiddling with the cuffs of her shirt. She sighed in frustration. In reality, you probably needed four hands to be able to do your own cufflinks. God, the angle was so awkward.

"Darius?" Felicia called for her valet who, once again, managed to appear out of thin air, "Could you help me with these please?" She asked, holding the cufflinks in the palm of her hand.

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I simply smiled as I took each cufflink in one hand and fed them through to their places in Miss Felicia's sleeves at the same time, a little trick I picked up while working for a tailor.
"Before I forget," I added, snapping the cufflinks into place, "Your father is curious as to if you plan on changing your mind on the thought of marriage, and has said he wishes an answer. Dare I inquire on the subject, or shall I keep mum about it from now on?" Bear mind that at this point I had no concern about my standing in my job, but merely the best interests of my Mistress at heart. As I awaited her answer, I took care of a few spots she had gotten loose on her outfit, and tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear while adding on a few light touches of powder to accentuate her already beautiful face without making it look like I was masking anything. By the time I was done thirty seconds later, she looked like a goddess, with one heavenly valet to match.

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Felicia watched Darius intently as he snapped her cufflinks into place. She should probably start dressing more like a young woman, god knows her parents would be pleased if she did. "Before I forget, your father is curious as to if you plan on changing your mind on the thought of marriage, and has said he wishes an answer. Dare I enquire on the subject or shall I keep mum about it from now on?"

Felicia let her shoulders sag a little while Darius fussed over her. Marriage? Already? For crying out loud she was only eighteen. Darius pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and powdered her face. Felicia crinkled her nose slightly, the powderpuff tickling somewhat. Felicia had no idea how Darius knew all this stuff about makeup or what colours suited her and which ones didn't, but she was glad he did. "He's still going on about marriage?" She asked, a little disappointed her father hadn't let the subject drop, "Well, you can tell him that I'm in no hurry to settle down. In the highly unlikely event I find someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with, I will let him know. Until then, I have no desire to enter into an engagement." She knew she should probably tell him herself, but anytime Felicia and her father had a conversation, it almost always escalated into an argument, something Felicia found exhausting and a little saddening, "It's the twenty first century for crying out loud, hardly anyone gets married at eighteen anymore."