Edmund P. Gray

"The True Work Of Art Is But A Shadow Of The Divine Perfection."~ Michelangelo

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



"The True Work Of Art Is But A Shadow Of The Divine Perfection."
~ Michelangelo



Edmund Peter Gray

Ed/Eddy: Dislikes but has grown use to it from constant use.
Pete: Just dont.
Boss: Use to only happen at work but its grown into a common nickname somehow.
Gray: Very common but he neither dislikes or likes it.

February 11th


Artist/Gallery Owner



Dialogue: #060e2d || Thought: #2b3145



Edmund is a tall man at 6'1Ft and is considered almost classically handsome with thick dark mocha colored hair, bright clear blue eyes, and a clear creamy complexion. He is well toned, closer to being considered muscular but is just slightly to tall with limbs that are just barely to long that instead make him wiry. Due to how well he takes care of his body, and the naturally lean build of his body, he is actually underweight for his weight at 140LBs. Only four pounds light and it doesn't make that big of a difference but it does make him self conscious.

He is the type of man that can pull off a canvas sack, luckily for him Edmund can afford incredibly flattering clothing. Typically a nice pair of jeans and button up type of guy he is also very versatile, being able to easily feel comfortable in old worn jeans and a T Shirt or a pair of thousand dollar slacks and a Italian silk shirt.

Edmund isnt the type of guy to take time out of his busy day to get his hair cut, or even to shave, so there are days and even weeks at a time when his hair becomes shaggy and his 5 O'clock shadow is more like full scale homeless beard. Even when his is being to lazy to properly clean up his appearance he always makes sure that he at least looks tidy.

Edmund's Style
Persuasive Intelligent Compassionate Procrastinator Controlling Competitive Absent Minded Stubborn Loyal

Edmund is a pretty well rounded person, persuasive but gentle never pushing someone that they shouldn't do. Giving them logical reasons to do something they should or to not do something that they shouldn't, this was a skill and a fundamental part of his personality from early on. He was often brought in on meetings from a young age because he could talk anyone into seeing his point. It didn't mean that they would have to agree but he could at least get them to admit that his reasoning's had worth. It helped that he was extremely intelligent, it made everything he said, and says, have more worth. No one ever feels as if he is just BSing them into something but feels as if his points are logical and well thought out enough to think about. He is also one of the most compassionate people to ever exist. Yes it makes it hard for him to harm anyone or anything even f it is for the better good because his empathy is so strong but this is a trait that is often appreciated more then the fact that he is so persuasive.

Though, he is probably one of the biggest procrastinators around. Showing up to meeting late, more often then not having to rewear an outfit from the week before sense he forgot to do his laundry. Compared to his good traits this seems like a little thing but add it to the fact that he is absent minded, which means absent minded and controlling, especially to those he loves. He doesn't take no well when he thinks what he is doing is for the best and will become irritated the more someone thwarts his attempts at 'helping' them even if what he is wanting to do would be more like taking over. It makes him both a lovable person and someone most people secretly hate. All in all he is well rounded, good traits that keep him in good favor and bad that remind people he is still just human in ever sense of the word.

Nights with a full moon: There is just something about sitting outside in the chilly night air and being able to see the shadows and outlines of the trees, its soothing.
Warm breezy days: It reminds him of traveling with his father when he was younger.
Hot mint tea: Edmund hates tea normally but there is something about the smell and the taste that reminds him about the good times he had with his mother.
Interesting Stories: Who doesnt like good stories? Edmund sets aside two hours each day to read even if he is extremely busy.
Comfortable clothing: Sense Edmund works alot and most of the time has to dress rather stuffy for his tastes so he enjoys and loves being able to sit around in sweats and Tshirts.

Seeing others in pain: Growing up in an abusive home left Edmund broken but protective over others and as such he hates seeing others in pain.
Nightmares: There isnt way he could have gotten out of his childhood without having a few scars on his mind, which of course have turned into nightmares over the years.
Cold winter nights: Chilly is one thing but cold is a whole different matter. He hates how his fingers tingle as the warm back up, how it makes his nose red, how the only way to stay warm is to way a ton of layers which of course makes him look bulky.
Snooty People: Seeing how 90% of his clientele is 'snotty' its kinda obvious that he being a sweet man would soon grow a dislike to them.
Suits: Seeing how he loves comfortable clothing this isnt a surprising statement.

☠Ornithophobia: The fear of birds. Don't ask what happened or when it started, he wont tell you. Its a secret he keeps close to his chest.
☠Claustrophobia: Fear of small spaces, most of his friends know of his mothers mental health issues and know that when it got really bad instead of just beating him she would lock him in a dark chest.
☠The Dark: As stated in his history, hours in a pitch black chest.



After a one night stand on New Years Eve, Margo Evens found herself pregnant. This was worse news then ever for the twenty year old because she had recently been diagnosed with extreme Bi polar disorder and she knew she wouldn't be able to raise the child herself, after months of searching she finally found Kyle McVoy and admitted not only to being pregnant but to her mental illness. One look at the slightly round five month belly she had and her scared eyes told Kyle she spoke the truth and he told her that he would take care of her and their child.

Edmund was born mid after noon four months later and with just a few ups and downs mostly on Margo's part their life was a good one, but all good things must come to an end and the peaceful life ended due to Kyle's job. As a International Art Dealer Kyle moved around alot, now the company he was with sent him to a beautiful but small town known as Plinktin to find some rare historic pieces of Art that had been missing for over a century. Not a bad place to be stationed sense it was relatively peaceful with no rushing traffic and sweet neighbors but Margo didn't want to drag their year old child across the country so she was left to raise him for the next couple of years alone. Though she loved her child, Margo's sickness made her unpredictable especially sense she often forgot to take her pills without someone reminding her, so their way of life quickly spiraled out of control and when Kyle was finally able to return he found a little boy that was way to self reliant and a woman who was lucid on minute and deranged the next. Some time between founding out about his child and being stationed away from her he had fallen in love with Margo. This made it where he couldn't leave her but he was suddenly spending a lot more time in the Office then he was before he left and was rarely home.

When Edmund was seven his mom flew into a rage and beat the poor boy senseless telling him it was all his fault that his father never came home before looking him in a small cramped chest in the attic, this wasn't the first time this happened but it was the most life altering. He spent three days in the chest because she forgot about him, after Margo and Kyle's frantic calls to police and a search of the neighborhood the Police finally decided to check out the house. To see him maybe Edmund had returned home and then hid when he heard the yelling, thinking he was in trouble. When found in the chest Edmund looked at his mothers confused face and decided to lie to the Officers saying that he had been playing by himself and somehow got trapped. After that life was pretty good again, his mother was back on her pills and his father was home quite often. It wasn't until he was twelve and starting to make friends in school that the next big traumatizing event happened. A bird had made its nest in the chimney and his mother, who had been 'forgetting' to take her pills more and more, wanted a fire so she forced him to go up on the roof to clean out the birds nest. Only it wasn't just a couple of birds, somehow a whole flock had managed to make it their home and because she had decided he was taking to long his mother lit a fire which sent the whole flock flying out scaring the boy. He can still remember very vividly the sounds of the birds as the tried to escape a fiery death as the flew toward him and he can remember the fly sensation he had before his body hit the ground hard.

Instead of being worried, Margo grabbed the boy and dragged him into the house not realizing he had landed on one of the pretty metal spikes that had once boarded the pathway to the house, the dragging motion caused a deep laceration on his back. Now when she realized what had happened Margo rushed him to the hospital, it was only five months later that Edmund came home from school and found his mom 'asleep' in her bed, foam around her blue lips and eyes glassy. Whether it was from a deep understanding that she was getting worse and was harming her child or simply wanting to make amends for all the horrible things she had done to her son and his father, she had taken all of her antipsychotics and all of her sleeping pills in one go. Killing herself, her last selfish action was not writing a note and leaving a son who did love her dearly and a man who she had been living with for almost twelve years without answers while grieving.

Now, for the next seven years Edmund traveled with his father when not at school. Only a couple of years after his mothers death his father opened his own Gallery. Between the travelling and spending much of his free time after school at the gallery it created a deep and passionate love for art within the boy which it what he later majored in at school, it was only a few years after graduating when he was twenty-two that his father passed away. Being thrust into the position of power was unsettling but he got use it and proved himself to be a sweet and kind boss. What he hadnt known until after his fathers death though was his father had been the youngest and last living son of a very wealthy 'blue blooded' business man, which then made Edmund a very wealthy man on his twenty fifth birthday.

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So begins...

Edmund P. Gray's Story


Characters Present

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.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones Character Portrait: Amias Vennum

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Wearing an outfit that was both modest and sexy, Magnolia stood off to the side, playing with the satin of her dresses skirt. She had found the perfect spot to watch while her Patrician went and rubbed elbows, or instigate a fight by speaking his mind sense he was rather more open minded then most. Sense no one was really paying her any attention she was watching the going ons around her. Her jewel toned eyes focusing on the Silas Buchanan, the host of tonights extravagant party. Attractive, tall, dark, but totally out of her league even if she hadn't signed away her freedom to become a Gilded and potentially have a better life once she was released.

Not that Magnolia was complaining, her Patrician was kind and didn't really want her to do more then be herself, be his daughters friend, and of course better herself by using the resources he has kindly offered her. He, for the most part, left her alone and to her own devices unless he wanted to accompany him to parties and such. Now, though, standing on the outskirts of a beautiful party filled with beautiful people admired but ignored she couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Deciding that standing in one spot was making her depressed she decided to move about, walking the outskirts. Smiling and nodding to people she knew and avoiding the reporters, all of them a hungry look to them that told her that they were searching to get a Gilded's point of view on the protests.


"Priscilla, have fun dear. You know who you can talk to and who is off limits. Please avoid the reporters, Actually, im not asking. Avoid the reporters. By the way, have I told you that you look lovely? Because you do." Edmund said with a smile, he adjusted his tie as he handed his coat over to the attendant and smoothed a hand over his hair, smiling to a few of the men and women he knew he peeked at Priscilla from the corner of his eye, "Before you wander off, let us say hello to the host of tonights event my dear." he stated in his charming manner as he offered his arm to his Gilded. She did look lovely as he had stated but he only really kept a Gilded because it was expected of him. The last of the Gray line and all, he was rarely home and he truly felt awful that he basically kept this beautiful dove locked in a cage but it was the way of life.

Walking with purpose filled strides he made his way over to Silas, a wide smile on his lips, "Hello Silas, it appears that you have out done yourself once again." Edmund greeted, probably in a far to personal way. He never was one for propriety and often shrugged it off, much to the chagrin of his peers. His eyes only briefly flickered down to Silas's Gilded, Canan he believed she was called before he focused back on to his host, "Chilly tonight, isn't it?" once again interrupting one of the less prominent men that had been trying to speak to Silas. Tapping Priscilla's hand twice as if to let her know she could wander off he kept his focus and his smile directed toward Silas.

Edmund really wasn't one for fancy parties or get togethers sense it interrupted his few free moments that he wasnt working but this was one of the biggest of the year and they were a great way to get some extra business, that being said though he had always enjoyed the few talks he had, had with Silas in the past and in such he was hoping to pass most of the night having another.


Quartz enjoyed having attention upon her, especially when she knows she looks good. Which of course she did, a tight fitted black silk dress clung to her tiny frame, accenting her milky skin and fiery hair just like the gems that had been implanted upon her flesh. Looking up at her Patrician, her friend, and her occasional lover she smiled "Shall we enjoy ourselves?" she asked, her voice soft and musical as her eyes roamed the room. Though she has been to many parties like this one in the past three years she has been with Rosemary, they never stop exciting her.

She wasn't as naive or as childlike as some of the Gildeds she has meet in the past, she was often referred to a mature and she had even heard a few call her undesirable because of it but she was wanted by Rosemary and that was all that mattered to her. She was perfect for her Mistress, or at least she was under the impression that she was, and together they were happy. Keeping on hand on Rosemary she followed beside her as they moved through the crowds that parted for elegant pair.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Canan

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Priscilla always loved it whenever the new year rolled around. It was a chance to start again, whether on life or just to start over in general. She also loved the festivities that followed, big or small and loved being within the presence of other people. Of course, she was a little bit on the quieter side of things but embracing her adulthood life have made her come to terms with being around other people and opening up to them, as well. Priscilla eyed the pathways that herself and Edmund traveled to get to Silas' place. She smiled at just about everything then looked over towards Edmund, still a smile plastered upon her face.

When they arrived to the little get together, she stayed close by her Patrician and linked her arm with his. As Edmund started to speak towards her, her eyes fluttered over to meet his and she let out a breath. Hearing his words and command, she couldn't help but nod her head while she responded to him. "Yes, Edmund. I will definitely avoid the reporters." She said in a delicate tone then couldn't help but blush whenever he mentioned how lovely she looked. "Thanks, Edmund. And you look adorable yourself. But of course you would because I picked off your suit." Priscilla couldn't help but chuckle after she said that and slapped his arm playfully before she linked hers back properly to his.

Before she trailed off away from Edmund, he wanted her to go over to meet and greet with the host, Silas. She had let Edmund speak first then she parted her mouth to speak, as well. "This is very extravagant." Priscilla offered the compliment towards Silas and ended with a smile as she felt Edmund tap her twice to let her know that she was now free to wander off. Before she wander off, she eyed Silas' gilded, Canan then she offered one more smile towards Silas and her Patrician, Edmund before she walked away from them.

With a slight sigh, she stood in the middle of the room for a moment, thinking about what could she do or where could she go. The house was really gorgeous she knew her place and not to really trail off too far from Edmund. But as soon as she turned around, a reporter was staring dead at her and coming her way. "I have nothing to say. Excuse me." Priscilla said before the reporter even got the question out good enough and ran in the opposite direction, standing upon a wall to catch her breath. She didn't want to seem like she was disobeying her Patrician because she really wasn't. But she just hoped that Edmund didn't see the reporter or get the wrong impression from that display.


Characters Present

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.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn

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Silas pressed the glass into the bar's top, sliding it across the surface with a force he hadn't intended to use.

"Something strong," was all he requested as he lifted his hand and watched the bartender lift his glass from the counter. For a while, he watched as she began the makings of some sort of mixed drink, but Silas lost his focus quickly thereafter and looked upward, through the glass ceiling. Night had already fallen over Arcadia, but the courtyard was well-lit, made to look like it was perpetually just moments before sunset. It gave the garden more intimacy, but it prevented full anonymity. He enjoyed that - being able to see who addressed him throughout the night. It made it easier to keep track of his guests.

Silas looked over the courtyard now, his eyes scanning the tops of hedges for Canan. He turned just moments after she had tugged on his sleeve, calling his attention back to her. His eyes lingered on her as he took in her appearance which, truly, had never ceased to amaze him. How delicate she was, her two legs like spindles beneath a thin torso. It worried him sometimes, when he laid with her, that he would harm her. She was over a foot shorter than him, and the juxtaposition between the two was nearly comical.

He might have reached out and traced the swirls of gold that twisted about her body like an endless maze, but his reach was interrupted by the flower crown she presented, which brushed against his fingertips electrifyingly.

"It's beautiful," he breathed, taking in gently in his hands as though afraid of crushing it. Gingerly, he turned it in his hands before lifting it and placing it on her strawberry blonde tresses. As he let his hands fall away, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned forward. "You look lovely, pet." Bending to her height had a tendency to be an ordeal, but he did so anyway and placed a kiss against her forehead. One hand brushed against the small of her back as he did so, but only to stabilize her.

A voice to his side brought him back into the moment, and he pulled away as he turned to face Edmund. His hand fell from her back slowly, hesitatingly. "Good evening, Edmund," he returned, picking up his drink from the bar. "Thank you - always a pleasure to share this night with such...lovely company." His eyes skirted back towards the reporter who had just harangued him, hoping Edmund would pick up on the gesture without him having to be blunt. He heard the approach of another man whose name he couldn't recall, but his presence was quickly shut down as Edmund continued to speak.

"Certainly," he continued, the force of his words convincing the man to look elsewhere for a conversation. "It seems colder each year, I swear." He enjoyed the presence of the younger man - he was talented and seemed to exude potential in a way that Silas could relate to specifically. It had certainly been part of the reason he owned a few of Edmund's pieces.

His eyes flitted to Priscilla, and he accepted her compliment with a smile as he raised the drink to his lips. The bartender certainly understood what he meant, and, for sure, the beverage burned sharply as it trailed down his throat. For a moment, his head swam as he gathered his words.

"Thank you, my dear," he returned, inclining his head in acknowledgement. He followed her for a moment before reaching out to Edmund. "Let's walk." He brushed the other man's elbow, guiding him after him in a friendly manner. He switched his drink to his other hand and reached down with one hand to take up Canan's hand as he led the two of them through the hedges.

It was as they walked that Xena intercepted the small group. "Do I?" He asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow dramatically to make it quite clear that he had caught on to her sarcasm but did not take offense. Even if he had, he wouldn't have conveyed it - there were certain things that he had learned to not fight. "'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown', right? Proverbial crown, of course. And yet, still a very real weight." He gave a soft laugh at his own comment.

"However, you didn't hear that from me," he said, taking a seat on a circular bench, perfect for the group to converse without Silas having to worry as much about the invigorated reporters. The drink was certainly helping as well. "As far as anyone is concerned, it's all under control." He looked over at Canan for a moment, pursing his lips before taking another long sip.

"But you look well," he offered to Xena, looking back at her now. "Wonder if I would have done better in medicine - probably wouldn't have. Politicians aren't good for much more than talking circles." He paused, pressing his lips together for a moment.

"What a time we live in."


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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn

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His words alone were enough to send little jolts of happiness through her, her face instantly splitting into a smile as she giggled, happily leaning up on her toes to reach the crown. Stepping nearer, she slipped her arms around his neck briefly, cheek squished against his as she smiled brightly. Her lips brushed over his jaw, just barely enough to be considered a kiss. “Thank you sir..” Canan murmured, lashes - covered with infinitesimally small diamonds - fluttering shut and brushing his cheek.

When his attention turned from her, she fell quiet, fingers absentmindedly curling against him as she let her eyes wander, simply nodding to the others of higher status than her when they approached her Master. Her ears pricked up at the mention of the cold, subconsciously pressing closer to Silas as she tugged her furs tighter around her lithe form, too susceptible to the cold even safe indoors.

Silas’ hand pulled her from her thoughts, pale eyes turning up to him as she followed blindly, hardly even acknowledging Xena before she realized she was being rude. Canan turned to her, leaning her head on Silas’ shoulder and giving a small wave, quickly distracted by the flowers. She knew nothing of their talks, of the protests, of the fact that people even thought there was something wrong with Gildeds. Her life was perfect. She grew up happy, completely blind to the abuse she was put through, gladly accepting it all.

Something as small as catching Silas’ eye again made her porcelain features light up, tucking her feet under her thighs as she curled into his side, carefully running her fingers over the collar made of sapphires.


Characters Present

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.


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.


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.


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.


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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Amias Vennum

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"I won't tell a soul," Xena said in response to Silas while wearing a playful smile. She mimed zipping her mouth up and tossing the key aside, always a fan of being a little theatrical in her interactions. Her long legs moved in stride with the men. Like an elegant sailboat, it was almost as if she was floating across the courtyard. There were times and places for her broad and powerful walk, but tonight she was going enjoy filling her movements with grace and feminity.

Her tight red bun bobbed as she nodded her head at Silas' humble compliment. "Yes, I'm afraid you wouldn't have lasted very long in the medical field," she said. "One does need a heart and a brain to be a physician," Xena retorted with a spirited light in her eye. She chuckled softly at her own joke before being drawn to Edmund, who was fussing about her greeting toward him.

Edmund was charming enough that his comments didn't bother Xena. "Please," she oozed, ready to fire something back. "If you deserved a kiss and hug you would have gotten them," Xena said before grabbing a new drink from a wandering waiter. Normally, those sort of comments would rile out a couple of sharp words from Xena, but tonight she was determined to play nice with the boys. After all, she spent most of her days arguing with half of the men at this party. It was time to give her big mouth a rest for once.

Xena looked at Edmund with enough attention that most would be fooled into thinking she was actually listening to him. Instead she caught a glimpse of Alanus. The clumsy wolf of his was disturbing a Gilded. Xena instantly regretting letting Alanus bring the mutt. Regardless of how she felt about Gilded, he and his pet were still a direct reflection of her status. Xena watched the exchange, glad that the Gilded wasn't some spoiled brat and seemed to find humor in the exchange.

Drawing her attention back, an older man approached the group. He walked with importance, but Xena couldn't quite place his name. She knew that he was someone that she should know, but failed at grasp anything useful before he spoke. "A pleasure," Xena said to the man before reaching her hand out to be received by him. "Xena Dawn, CEO of Arcadia General Hospital," she stated almost mechanically. Her name and title seemed interchangeable at times, but she never failed to address both when introducing herself to someone new.


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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Amias Vennum

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He held an arm about Canan as she curled into his side. She was virtually dwarfed by a combination of her thick furs and Silas's presence in the circle. He moved his hand against her arm, brushing the furs into her delicate skin as if hoping to generate more warmth for the fragile girl. A finger caught in a strand of her hair, and he curled it about his index finger before letting it fall against her back.

"Age could most certainly be a factor," he remarked, smiling to himself. He would be thirty-five in less than two weeks, and the thought seemed to haunt him throughout the past however many days. In relation to his peers, he certainly was young, and he couldn't argue with that, but thirty-five seemed like a much larger number, like he should have done something by now and he hadn't. Or, at least, he hadn't done anything that he had planned on accomplishing. But now wasn't the time for some sort of midlife crisis.

He drained whatever remained in the glass, and his head swam once more as he looked up and met Edmund's gaze. "The murmurs are enough, I imagine," he replied, crossing one leg over the other. "I couldn't say how they will progress...I could hardly imagine they are...far from over." Edmund's own worry was reflected in his tone, but he quickly remediated that, aware that he was revealing too many of his thoughts at once. He couldn't create some sort of panic over this - not until he had some sort of plan.

"Unbelievable...is a good way to put it." And it was, truly, for if he had been told the same thing, he would have scoffed. A farm boy, hardly capable of affording a primary education, had no place in politics. And yet here he was.

But Xena's comment saved him from dwelling on the riots of his childhood, and he quickly turned his attention to her, grateful for the chance to speak of something less overwhelming. He laughed at her sharp retort, returning her smile with one of his own.

”And which would you say I do possess, Dr. Dawn? Or is it neither? I'd say that seems to be the case for most of my peers.”

He regretted saying that as quickly as it had left his lips, for Amias joined the group, accompanied by a gentle tapping from his walking stick. It was not Amias he had referred, but he felt like a deer in headlights nevertheless, caught in a faux pas. Perhaps he hadn’t heard, and Silas certainly decided to play it off as such.

”You flatter me, Amias,” he replied. Giving Canan a gentle pat on the thigh, he stood, hoping the gesture had come off as a warning for her to sit up for a moment as he stood and extended his hand to the man. As Amias likely took his hand, Silas pulled himself closer to the man and wrapped his left arm, still holding the empty glass, around the older man's shoulders. "It certainly already seems to be one for the books. What a day we've had already." Silas pulled back from Amias as he spoke and gestured to a seat nearby him as he began to sit back next to Canan.

He kept to himself as Xena greeted Amias. The brief reply gave him a moment to press a kiss into Canan's hair, a gesture that could be interpreted platonic to those around him but held more significance for the Patrician and the Gilded. It was over as quickly as he had engaged, and he turned his attention back to Amias and Xena.

"This is Amias Vennum, Xena," he interjected, feeling as though his responsibilities as host were being shirked. "Representative for the Republic, among other things. A fine man, I would say." Though he was still trying to make up for his flub earlier - which Amias, perhaps, hadn't even caught on to - what he said now was the truth. He did admire the man - a war hero, a upstanding example of challenging the status quo. It was quite easy to lose oneself in Arcadia, but Amias hadn't.

Satisfied with his introducing of the two, he settled back slightly into his seat. Quite swiftly, he was regretting his choice of beverage.