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gender: bastard

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𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙  𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡  -  𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗  𝟐𝐧𝐝   //   𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗  𝟐𝐧𝐝  -  𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗  𝟗𝐭𝐡

𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋  :  30

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a mood ring with 2 colors- “horny” and “kill”

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All that’s left is to decide how you die. Easy, or hard.

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𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙  𝟐𝟎𝖙𝖍 - 𝟐𝟔𝖙𝖍

graphics  x2  →  20

replies  x1   →  10

𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋  :  30

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Ben Barnes for Interview Magazine 

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i  will  face  GOD  and  walk  backwards  into  HELL  .

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*  /  𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀  .

A dream, a haze- thick, silk spider’s web smoke splintering and dancing in the balmy midnight air from blood-orange alight torch vapour; equally murky and dazing as the silver-chained Thurible torching the musk and heavy incense throughout the day’s Papal coronation celebrations. A concoction of devotion, power, advantage, religion- the most stimulating brew- intoxicated the grand duchess’ roistering guests far more than the stinging spice of blood drip red wine ever could. Veins pulsated for it, once exposed, and bodies collided and filled the Medici banquet room, greedily consuming the passionate celebration or teeth-gnashing growls of disapproval, the rebirth of a new dawn, until the Grand Duchess’ milk skin glistened, cheeks pinked, fingertips vibrated, high with stolen energy.

Energy needed, savoured as she bit and sucked the vino stain from her pout, thirsting for a reprieve. Days set alight too quickly, like parchment on palm, since her foreign guests set foot on Florentine soil. Despite the controversy ensuing, the petite duchessa’s toil earned a reprieve, a momentary weight lifted off her shoulders, as she brushed past the unknowing stony gaze of her family’s guards and ventured up the curving stairwell, torches grown dim. The music still played on in the distance, the flickers of crackling bonfires speckling the red-and-cream city like its own night sky out of the windows, and just as Caterina’s owl-wide gaze attempted to adjust to nocturnal darkness, satin and silk gown crashed into a figure. Sharp alarm in a pang, but ‘twas not in the lady’s nature to show it, collecting herself, words congealed, honey tease, ‘On such a sacred day as this, you could’ve made me believe I  collided into a holy miracle. Now, tell me. Do you have any blessings to bestow?’

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒  ––  he  could  make  martyrs  of  them  all.  whose  cognizance  could  perceive  genocide  within  a  city  stained  in  red  ?  he’s  certain  if  he  strays  too  close,  imposing  cathedrals  will  ignite,  their  penitent  confessionals  &&  cardinal  priests  scorched  to  ashen  marrow.  swathed  in  obsidian,  he  is  a  dark  mass  amongst  vermillion  mantles.  purposed  stride  segments  exuberant  conclave,  opposing  features  of  unsanctioned  visitants  contorting  whilst  they  veer  from  an  unyielding  gait.  the  captain’s  familial  presence  is  overdue  ;  sovereign  sister  expectant  of  vessel  ensnared  by  twilit  tempest.  his  advent,  though  belated,  has  left  him  in  potent  disarray  (  who  will  know  you  as  admiral  ?  as  lord  de  guise  ?  )  ;  black  shards  parched  by  salt,  garments  still  damp  from  poseidon’s  wrathful  precipitation.  he  does  not  bear  the  monarchial  trappings  of  resident  courtier.

in  hunt  of  the  princess  of  asturias,  he  scours  religious  ramparts,  sea - born  legs  leaping  up  masoned  steps  until  silhouettes  collide.  vexation  consumes,  tongue  sharp,  armed  to  affront  his  combatant.  but  onyx  irises  are  lulled  into  focus,  malign  attributes  dissipating.  genuine  revelation  reflects  :  ❛  𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀.  ❜  &&  attenuated  line  of  mouth  manifests  into  something  devious.  ❛  you  know  i’ve  no  place  for  𝐆𝐎𝐃.   ❜  nor  did  her  father,  with  the  deeds  he  enlisted.  pursuit  terminated,  he  permits  ephemeral  obstruction  ––  the  past  does  not  always  convey  cursed  recollection.  ❛  what  time  has  passed  between  us  ?   ❜

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𝐂𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐒  &&  𝐒𝐂𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀

     →  cetus  is  a   constellation  and  was  once  a  sea  monster,  later  used  as  a  ship’s  name  or  figurehead  denoting  either  a  ship  unafraid  of  the  sea  or  a  ruthless  pirate  to  be  feared.        →  scylla  was  a  sea  monster  who  haunted  the  rocks  of  a  narrow  strait  opposite  the  whirlpool  of  charybdis.  ships  who  sailed  too  close  to  her  rocks  would  lose  six  men  to  her  ravenous,  darting  heads.

littermates  bartered  for  at  an  egyptian  port,  cetus  &&  scylla  are  dual  black  pharaoh  hounds  whom  traverse  the  seas  with  their  owner,  luc.  expertly  trained  (  including  in  certain  function’s  of  the  night  spire’s  rigging  )  ,  they  respond  to  a  language  specifically  forged  for  them  alone.  often  seen  trailing  their  doting  captain,  they’re  never  far  behind,  nor  are  particularly  pleasant  towards  strangers,  having  tasted  human  flesh  on  more  than  one  occasion.  the  canine  brother  and  sister  are,  in  a  sense,  his  children,  heavily  spoiled  just  as  they  are  loyal.

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ben barnes, thirty - three, jean - luc de guise. ❝ ⤚⟶ FLORENCE, 1455. thanks is given by the LORD OF GUISE & CORSAIR, RET. ADMIRAL JEAN - LUC ( LUC ) DE GUISE, from FRANCE. they are at best AUTONOMOUS, and at their worst INSURGENT. whilst sojourning in florence, their ambition is to ACT AS AGENT TO HIS SISTER, GATHERING PARAMOUNT INFORMATION IN WHICH SHE CAN USE TO HER ADVANTAGE. HE seems to remind everyone of BEN BARNES & LUNGS SO DROWNED BY THE SEA THAT THEY ROT AND BLEED SALT VISCERA / THE TIDE POST THE RUINOUS STORM ; ITS ICED WINDS WHICH FROST THE HELM. ❞

I. ━━ OOC.

it’s  holland  here  for  round  ii,  ft.  chaotic  bisexual  pirate.  as  usual,  you  can  find  me  at  𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝#0518  for  all  your  plotting  purposes  !

II. ━━ STATISTICS.

FULL NAME :  jean - luc ( luc ) de guise.

TITLES :  

lord de guise, admiral of the royal fleet. ( past )

lord de guise, ret. admiral, corsair of france and aragon. ( present )

BIRTHPLACE :  guise castle, guise county, france.

AGE :  thirty - three. born october 31st, 1422.

LANGUAGES : french, english, latin, spanish, portuguese, italian, turkish, russian, german, croatian, etc. if the language exists, it's safe to bet he can speak it if not understand enough to proficiently function, his life on the seas taking him to ports throughout the world, picking up crewmen from each of these areas as he went as well as his time as admiral with the royal fleet / interactions with those on trade routes. another note, although from france, his accent has become a muddled mix of regional intonations, making those of new introductions hard to place him.

DYNASTY / HOUSE :  house de guise, cadet branch of house lorraine.

MOTHER & FATHER :  thérèse d'anjou ( princesse du sang ) & jean - bastian de guise ( 10th duke of guise ).

SPOUSE :  n/a.

ISSUE :  unkown if existing.

SIBLINGS : jeanne marguerite de guise ( princess of asturias ), jean - henri de guise ( 11th duke of guise ), and jean - rene de guise ( chronicler's apprentice ).

OTHER :  wife of jean - henri and the children of jean - henri ( son, daughter, son ). royal house of anjou ( maternal cousins ). royal house of trastámara ( sister married into ). royal house of braganza ( kin to house trastámara ).

ZODIAC :  scorpio.

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION :  atheist ( though family raised catholic ).

ORIENTATION :  cis - male, bisexual, demiromantic.

PERSONALITY TYPE :  entj, the commander.

VICES :  brutality, murderous, pride, thieving, wrath.

VIRTUES :  autonomy, daring, dauntlessness, perceptiveness, resilience.

FACECLAIM :  ben barnes.

HEIGHT :  6’4.

RECOGNISABLE FEATURES :  dark brown hair, appearing black unless in sunlight. eyes are classified as onyx. his physique ( mesomorph ) bears a plethora of scars from various ordeals including naval battles, raids, and generalized war. a more prominent mark, however, is a scar through his left brow, ending beneath his eye. && a variety of stick ink tattoos ( including the mark of the armada ) obtained from foreign travels, most notable being a kraken on the left side of his chest with its tentacles enveloping the length of his arm.

REPUTATION IN FLORENCE :  a once honored and reputable admiral, many often held high praise upon their tongues. but he's fallen far, if you ask around, a captain with a villainous crew. the world wants to know : what noble would commit self - exile ? the rumors are vast regarding luc's occupatianal deviance ( nightmarish && murderous tales which keep most from sea ), stories purloined from foreign crews spreading like wildfire throughout countries && their cities, scorching everything in their obliterating wake. a wanted man of known ferocity, many blank when met with his undeniable charm ; when the facade is called for. they want the truth of the corsair, and perhaps a glimpse aboard his notorious ship, the night spire.

WANTED CONNECTIONS :  details uc. though due to his travels and time at various ports, it's easily plausible to have met him, though whether it was an amicable greeting is to be discussed. some ideas also include him having been hired for assassinations, raids, naval assistance, carry or retrieve letters / goods ( legal or illegal ) somewhere for a price, including the smuggling of an individual if need be. one night stands as he's gone beore the sun rises, etc.

III. ━━ PERSONALITY.

colossal leviathan ; you concave a vessel’s hull and send its crew to the depths of tartarus. the sirens laments are sung about you, immersing wayward sailors with mortal kiss meant for you. kraken souled, you are truly poseidon’s son, cells infused by salt, heart constricted by seaweed. blackguard ; wolfish and severe, you smirk when they sneer ‘ pirate ‘. morals displaced, you are no longer the courtly image of lord or admiral. ornamented uniform exchanged for onyx attire, smooth jaw now scruffed, you are a masquerade wanted among territories ; devoid of honorific to place alongside their bounties. the love you bear only extends to sister and dual black pharaoh hounds, cetus && scylla, your heart damaged, oozing black tar for all you’ve lost. in the name of familial espionage, you execute men whom once served you. there is a part of you which desires the past, which wishes to begin anew. but you are far too mature for such fledgling fantasies. this is the life you’ve been damned, and you are prepared to burn.

IV.      ━━  SYNOPSIS.

born october 31st, 1422, in the county of guise, france, both matriarch and patriarch were rapturous at the birth of subsequent son. quintessential spare, luc fell beneath his mother’s stern reign far more than he did his father, the man’s enterprising focus residing with his eldest brother, aspiring duke. dutiful matriarch often waged war with an adolescent luc, swiping blood from his brawling fists whilst servants purged vermillion stained garments. requiring discipline for her youthful rogue, luc was consigned to militaristic cousins, whereas his parentage forged devotions, anticipating their son’s glorious future within martial prowess. sixteen when presented to the royal armada, it was here luc met raphael, a privateer admiral for the crown whom took part in felonious trade, among other illicit acts upon anarchic seas. with such a blackguard as diligent mentor, the man inspired luc’s insurgent tendencies, instructing him in arts of loyalty and deceit ; arming him with the necessary trappings of a taciturn outlaw. yet to the public eye, he was a respected lieutenant of the royal fleet, worthy of promotion to admiral, which he helmed by his early twenties. expert mariner, luc harbored merciless yet proficient notoriety, not once having lost a vessel or crewman during naval battle. he was content upon uncharted seas, reveling in his self - proclaimed liberation and willingness to perish across oceans. then came a day where the admiral was charged with raphael’s arrest, the insidious captain’s treasonous acts having been overturned by spies. his mendacious mentor turned father figure had even ignited trade wars, costing the crown voluminous funds as well as strategic turmoil, their once trusted captain having auctioned the province’s secrets. his hand forced, luc sailed to apprehend him, and was greeted by naval warfare. privateer warships opposed foreign corsairs, the result a mass of fragmented hulls and buoyant carcasses. amidst these deaths were raphael and luc’s undisclosed lover, a marauder captain whom he’d initially met off the coast of aragon, raiding france’s commerce vessels ( it is said he nearly drowned searching the watery depths for a body ). shadowing this tumultuous point was his beloved sister’s arranged marriage, the sole piece of family he cherished. in doing so, he followed her into exile ( conspiring espionage in the process ), ultimately becoming  a retired admiral turned corsair captaining an entirely black ship dubbed the night spire.

V.      ━━  STATE OF AFFAIRS.

unwed and without known issue, the lord of guise was betrothed only once in his life. a potential union which was terminated by luc’s own doing, it brought a brief yet potent wave of disgrace upon his noble household. worse than this were eventual rumors of a deceased lover ( gender varying dependent on rampant tongue ) in which was a cause of the admiral’s chosen retirement, said to have begun to forsake his duties upon witness of their death. uninterested in the pursuit of relation, various beds are often shared once, then exchanged for the twilit company of another. religion has never held a place within his life, whatever god - fearing instillation meaning to be acknowledged having submerged itself beneath salt water. all sense of allegiance lies with his sister, recently anointed princess of asturias, as well as with his vessel’s libertine crewmen.

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THE  NOBLE  HOUSE  OF  GUISE

                    →  the  past  and  the  present.

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*  𝐓𝐀𝐆  /  𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏  .