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Christoph Edwards

"How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day."

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a character in “The Price of Blood”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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"How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day."




The Basics




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|| Full Name ||
Christoph Frederick Edwards

|| Nicknames ||
None; most refer to him by his last name.

|| Age ||
Forty-seven

||Rank/Title ||
Count and Royal Adviser to the King of Falor

|| Sexual Orientation ||
Bisexual

|| Kingdom/Alliance ||
Falor




What's on the Outside




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|| Hair Color ||
Though his hair was once ebony in color, it has grayed severely. Few remember a time when his hair was not at least peppered with gray.

|| Eye Color ||
His eyes are bright blue.

|| Height ||
Five feet, ten inches

|| Weight ||
One hundred, forty pounds

|| Scars ||
A pampered and easy life resulted in very few scars for Christoph. The only truly noticeable scar is a cut on his left forearm from an incident years ago during a tournament in his youth.

|| Description ||
Christoph has always lacked the sturdy build of most of the nobility. Instead, he is rather skinny for his height bracket, but not necessarily in an unhealthy manner. He has simply never been a very sturdy man. His jaw is strong, perhaps one of the only traits making him look regal rather than weak. With age, his face has begun to show a few wrinkles. Still, he certainly has some fight in him. Christoph's face is often very alert even though he often does not show his true emotions. Often, he wears his facial hair in a light mustache and patch on his chin. He often dresses extravagantly in reds and blacks and adorned with rings to convey his wealth. Those who are able to read others well, however, can tell that they are merely an attempt to appear stronger than others when he is so comparably feeble.




What's on the Inside




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{Cunning, Self Absorbed, Astute, Charismatic}

One would be mistaken to assume that Christoph's charm makes him a trustworthy man. In fact, his charisma is merely a facade behind which he hides his truly sinister self. He is well-spoken, given the extensive schooling he went through as a boy, and it certainly is reflected in every moment he makes or breath his takes. They are calculated, yet they lack the coldness a truly distant person would move with. Rather, he seems quite friendly to the average person. Still, there is a certain air about him that either wards others off or draws them in. Often, he moves about the palace in an inquisitive manner, often asking many questions and appearing genuinely interested in others. Instead, he is merely keeping track of who is doing what in the world around him.

Christoph thinks long and hard before acting, yet he is often able to come to conclusions quite swiftly and accurately. His intelligence, of course, greatly helps him in thinking critically about the world around him and the decisions he must make. This astuteness is often reflected in his expression which is usually always changing as he perceives the world around him. Because of that, he often appears self-centered, which he truly is. Still, not many truly know this about him due to the facade he utilizes. Really, however, he's willing to go to whatever extent is necessary to achieve his goals.


Hobbies:
  • Playing chess
  • Reading
  • Horse-back Riding

Habits:
  • Purses his lips both when thinking and when he disapproves of something
  • Toys with the rings on his fingers

Oddities:
  • Had this been the modern age, Christoph would have most likely been diagnosed as a sociopath. Still, he does genuinely care about his children, but that may also be due to the fact that they are the ones who will be continuing his legacy upon his death.
  • He tends to grow ill after consuming alcohol, most likely due to a congenital liver disease.

Likes/Loves:
  • His Dogs - Lucius and Alba
  • Power
  • Intellectual Pursuits
  • Opulence
  • Money
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Alcohol
  • Ignorance
  • Not Having Control
  • Loud, Senseless Bickering
  • Physically Fighting




What's Done Is Done




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|| Place Of Origin ||
Falor

|| History ||
It is known to most, if not all, in Tibera that the Edwards family is perhaps the wealthiest family in Falor, constantly struggling alongside the Lannister family and the royal family itself. Therefore, it also does not come as a surprise to learn that Christoph never wanted for anything as a child. He was the third child of Raoul Edwards, following an older sister and an even older brother. There had been others, but they had all perished before Christoph's birth. In fact, it was assumed that he too would die within his first few days of life. He was a sickly child, and he hardly cried as babies ought to. Nevertheless, days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Christoph prevailed, and he slowly grew stronger. Still, he would never be outstanding in a physical sense. Rather, Christoph was blessed with a remarkable mental capacity. What his siblings lacked in intelligence, he made up for tenfold.

During his studies, he ended up meeting and befriending Cedric Brigham. The two boys were nearly inseparable, and they might as well have been brothers. He learned of Tibera's past leaders, and they fascinated him. In fact, it was more of an admiration than a fascination. From a young age, he was convinced that he would have a chance to take Falor's throne. It was not until he was about ten years old that he realized it was not his birth right, but his friend's. A seed of jealousy was planted, and though he managed to ignore it for the benefit of his friendship, it began to fester beneath the surface.

As a young man, he slowly became more physically capable. Christoph entered tournaments religiously as if they would allow him to achieve the throne he craved. Instead, he received bruises and scars. It was around this time that his elder brother perished in war, having been sent as one of the men in charge of overseeing a border skirmish with Ostwall. Suddenly, Christoph was appointed to the position of his father's heir. Though it was not a throne, it certainly eased the bitterness he had begun to fall victim to. His brother's death also made him quite aware of his mortality; however, he feared the commitment that marriage would ensue. Instead, he took up a number of affairs with women of the court. From these affairs, his children were born.

When the current queen of Seabel was born, Christoph assumed his own son would marry her, uniting the royal family and his. The king, however, believed it unfitting for his daughter to marry a bastard child. Instead, he married her to the son of House Lannister. Betrayed, Christoph grew more bitter toward the king. Still, he managed to remain the king's most trusted friend and ally. On top of his fortune, Christoph also assumed the position of royal adviser. Together, he and the king were unstoppable.

The circumstances of the king's death remain shady, but Christoph was still quiet visibly torn up by it. None can account for his activity that night. Either way, the kingdom knew business had to carry on as usual despite the death. Christoph, though he had always been quite fond of Rosalie, was quick to reject her as the heir to the throne. Instead, he stood behind Nicholas, for he knew that through an arranged marriage between his daughter and the boy, he would come closer to the throne. When Rosalie moved to the recently-created Seabel, his son left with her. Though he certainly worries over who will take his fortune if he were to die, he has also heard of how the Queen is growing closer to his son. He can only watch and wait for the perfect time to strike as his holdings increase around him.

|| Happiest Memory ||
Receiving his deceased brother's position of heir to the Edwards's fortune

|| Saddest Memory ||
Most likely, his saddest memory was the death of the last king of Falor. However, because his involvement in the death is unknown, perhaps it would be safer to say that he was most saddened by his own brother's death or the sudden abandonment by his son.





Face Claim: Aidan Gillen

So begins...

Christoph Edwards's Story

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Character Portrait: Ronan Ulfricson Character Portrait: Priscilla Augusta Edwards Character Portrait: Christoph Edwards Character Portrait: Nicholas Brigham Character Portrait: Renly Arryn
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Judging by the mood in the room, coronations were rare events in Ostwall, if they actually happened at all. Nicholas wasn't entirely sure what to expect; the last coronation he had been at was his own. Being a guest at a coronation was entirely different. He was not the focus of everyone's attention. That was something he was grateful for. What he was not grateful for was being sandwiched between Priscilla and Christoph, once again. He constantly wanted to look around the room to look for Renly. He hadn't seen Renly since the day Ulfric had died, and even then it had only been for a few seconds. He still wasn't sure if Renly had seen him. Nicholas had made his excuses and left as soon as he saw the boy coming. As much as he had wanted to stay, he didn't want Renly to know who he was. And there was the risk of giving themselves away. Christoph was the sort that always noticed more than he let on. Since then, opportunities to see Renly had been few and far between. His own stupidity astounded him sometimes.

"Do you suppose our wedding shall be an affair as grand as this?"

Nicholas looked to Priscilla, slightly at a loss for words. He knew they would be married. Short of one of them dying or some horrendous scandal being discovered, it was inevitable. Still, Priscilla's sudden question left him on the back foot. Acutely aware of Christoph sat beside him, Nicholas smiled, "It can be as grand as you like. Well, within reason." There was no point bankrupting the entire kingdom for a wedding he wasn't even sure he wanted.

"I remember when Ulfric took the throne of Ostwall. Only two years his senior, and now he's dead. So soon these monarchs die..." Nicholas turned his attention to Christoph "He's eight years your senior, this king, yet I must admit he has far more to learn than you ever did when your father died." Christoph looked across the room to Ronan, as did Nicholas. "What is your opinion of the new King of Ostwall?"

Nicholas thought for a moment, studying Ronan. He'd had few dealings with him, the two only seeing each other in passing. He seemed to be a capable warrior, whether that made him a capable king remained to be seen. And he didn't seem particularly broken up over his father's death. "He seems to be a decent sort, a capable warrior. Whether he's a good king remains to be seen. But I do think there's more to him than meets the eye." When he could, Nicholas would keep an eye on Ronan until he could be certain the new king could be trusted.

Priscilla seemed to be getting more agitated than usual. Nicholas gritted his teeth as he leaned over to Priscilla, determined to give the impression to all concerned that they were two young people who were very much in love with one another, "Would you like to dance, my lady?" he asked quiet enough that only Priscilla would be able to hear him.

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Character Portrait: Ronan Ulfricson Character Portrait: Christoph Edwards Character Portrait: Nicholas Brigham Character Portrait: Genevieve Hansdottir Character Portrait: Renly Arryn Character Portrait: Guy Priestas
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His gaze wandered about the hall, for Ronan had never been one to focus on one thing for too long. Renly, a distracted look in his eyes, caught his gaze first. Oh, Renly. Poor Renly. He would not, could not say why he let the teenager stay in Ostwall's castle. Both young men had never been particularly fond of each other. Ronan had always resented his father's ward, for Ulfric had seemed to dote on the boy more than he had on Ronan.

Perhaps the King knew, deep down, that he could not dispose of Renly without having the concern of resentment from the people on his hands. Already, their loyalty was something he questioned daily. One slip up would, potentially, cost him the throne and even his life. He resolved to speak to Renly, for he wanted a mind such as his on his side rather than against his.

Genevieve's response pulled him out of his reverie. He gave a slight nod of the head, coupling it with a smile. No more worries. In his drunken state, he attempted to convince himself that there truly was nothing wrong. The paranoia within him, however, gnawed at the back of his mind, plaguing him even as he watched his wife and son attentively. His mood noticeably soured, marked by the look of disgust that befouled his expression.

Nevertheless, he managed to pull on a semi-satisfied smile as he adjusted the position of the baby in his arms. Genevieve’s grip on his arm, which he matched with his hand placed over hers, seemed to calm him a bit more. But then he let himself gaze about the room again, meeting the gazes of the King of Falor and his advisor. Both men spoke to each other with their eyes still fixated on the newly-crowned monarch. Ronan’s mind began to turn on him, creating twisted ideas of what they might be whispering to each other over their respective goblets of wine or ale. He forced himself to look back down at the child shortly before Nicholas turned his attention to his fiancée.

It was truly unfortunate that Guy chose then to walk past Ronan, who caught a glimpse of his cousin on the edge of his peripheral vision. Having been coming to a boil for the past few minutes, Ronan found that his cousin would be the best victim to receive the extent of his drunken rage.

”Leaving so soon, dearest cousin?” he called after Guy, his voice dripping with feigned civility. ”I don’t recall giving you permission to leave so early in the night.” He passed Volundr to Genevieve before gripping the arms of his chair to push him to his feet quickly. The sensation of blood rushing away from his head causing a disorienting sense of lightheadedness that caused him to lean against the table for support. After a moment, he pushed himself off of the wooden table and continued moving towards Guy. ”Did my...did my father teach you nothing of civility?” His face had reverted once more to a twist of a grimace, antipathy radiating from him.

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Character Portrait: Ronan Ulfricson Character Portrait: Christoph Edwards Character Portrait: Nicholas Brigham Character Portrait: Genevieve Hansdottir Character Portrait: Renly Arryn Character Portrait: Guy Priestas
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Simon paused midsip upon hearing Ronan addressing Guy. It was rather clear to both twins that Ronan had had a few too many drinks and that this was anything but unintentional. This was an easy way to mess with Guy, calling him out and all. Guy froze midstride, nearly past his cousin. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his temper from reaching him. He moved his hands behind his back and clasped them, squeezing painfully hard to clear his mind from his own quickly rising temper.



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Guy faced his cousin, studying Ronan quickly. He was definitely not entirely sober, then again, neither was Guy. Two drunk cousins who didn't really like each other was not going to work very well in their favor, or Guy's favor since Ronan was the king now. "It has been a rather eventful day hasn't it, beloved cousin?"
Guy returned Ronan's fake voice with ease. Ronan may have more power, but Guy was easily... well, what was he? Sassy, he decided in his drunken state, Guy had more sass in his little finger than Ronan did in his whole body. The good kind that was, or at least, that's what Guy though considering his thoughts were slightly muddled. He wasn't drunk to the point he was stupid though, as he knew he was treading dangerous territory.

Simon watched his brother with his cousin and wanted to groan. The two of them were both hardheaded, and stupid when drunk. They did not need to be fighting, on Ronan's coronation day, in front of foreign dignitaries, at all. Simon moved forward, moving to stand by Ronan as he watched his brother, hoping he could communicate through eye contact that he needed to shut up. Right then. Immediately. "Cousin, perhaps here and now is not the ideal place or time to chastise Guy for his manners. We do have guests," Simon managed to speak under his breath, looking into Ronan's shoulder rather than at his brother.



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Guy was insulted by the way Ronan seemed to think his father was only his father. Guy managed to stay somewhat civilized in his response. "Dear cousin, 'tis all but a matter of habit. I am not quite accustomed to such procedures considering, well... this is all so new to all of us, the change in ruling that is," Guy managed, not really saying anything insulting, but making it sound bad considering his tone.

"Cousin, do not act rashly, you are both slightly drunk. Perhaps dealing with this in the morning would be a better idea," Simon practically begged to Ronan though he managed to make it sound more advising than pleading.

"Do I have your permission to leave now, cousin?" Guy asked, his voice coming out slightly mocking though he managed to cover up most of it. He didn't really want to get killed, or hurt, or tortured, but the more drunk you were, the braver you were, even if it was stupid bravery, not nearly close to the good type of sassy that had run through Guy's mind earlier.