Blanchables

The halls of the Augustine remained coated in an eerie quiet against the padded footsteps of various servants making their way to and from the receding chambers of its occupancy. Deep within its recesses, however, somber tunes drifted endlessly across its corridors, fading into the night with a brevity as short as the evening to day. Charles Augustus played a tune familiar to some, but not to others, as the man kept alone within his privacy, the only friend to keep his company a cold glass of whiskey laid atop the piano with which the man played. The song would be one taught to him on a simple Eve like every other, played by a stalwart and quiet Wick. He would speak no words, but allow the dulcet melody to carry itself around the Augustine, his eyes closed in a huff as his body swayed to the music, engulfed not only in his current moment, but one of a fondness that he had lived many years prior.

Charles Augustus reads aloud the missive as his wife cradles the young child against her. Thinking a moment, he'd tap his chin with a pondering expression spreading across his countenance. "It matters not right or wrong. I have been called to war for GOD and Empire, and must heed said call. Only history may tell if such a choice was wise or foolhardy."

Charles Augustus would place his pen to his lips, pondering a moment. "A man accused has the right to face his accusers in a court of law, if such accusations are false, then there should be no problem confronting such." The man would nod affirmatively at such righteousness, penning his name against the parchment. "Then perhaps this incessant squabbling might cease and I can continue about my day..."

Name: Reese Midlemen Age: 23 Race: Heartlander Prior Relevant Experience: Solo adventuring, theoretical degree in physics

"By GOD, he's done it." Charles Augustus would remark as he watched the contraption take flight high above Augustine. "The boy's done it!"

"Ah, there goes my fiancé. Always the industrious one!" Charles Augustus would remark upon reading the section.

RP Name: Charles Augustus d'Arkent MC Name: Blanchables Voted: Yes

As the invitation reached the young Baron's doorstep, he'd look to it with a warm smile, but what soon followed was a deep frown. "It appears I learned that rather complex name for nothing now..." Nonetheless, he'd place the missive within his breast pocket, tapping it joyfully.

The evening would fall to a silent whisper as the hurried footsteps of palace staff receded into the nighttime, leaving but scattered remarks and faint trails of distant conversation. Charles Augustus would, however, be confined within his office, door locked as he reviewed each task, seemingly more monotonous than the last. His grey eyes would flicker over a missive, however, and his expression would lighten to a joyous twinkle. Standing from his seat, he'd whisk himself away from his drudgery to find his hands perched upon a small lockbox, a key of which resided in his left breast pocket, a slight pulse protruding the otherwise stillness of the fabric as his heart beat close to it. With key in hand, he'd unlock the contents of the box, his eyes sweeping over the treasured cargo of his past. With a satisfied nod of affirmation, he'd lift the box from its place, and meander back to his desk, carefully setting it in front of him. With a careful attentiveness, he'd lift the contents within the confides of the box and place each one on the wooden surface of his workstation. A tinfoil ring, a small plushie, a detective's glass, and a small painting of both the young Lady and Charles himself, though in greater youth than their current age, left themselves to rest in front of the young Baron. A smile would befall his features as he leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes as his digits interlaced between one another to find perch on his chest. "Not a day has gone by where I do not fondly remember the days of our youth, Anna, but not a second goes by where I do not eagerly await our future." The Governor of Augustine would breathe a slight sigh, though his pleasant smile would remain spread thin.

Charles Augustus d'Arkent resides within his office, working diligently. His finest clothes would stay held by a hook in the corner, ready for his ball!

IGN: Blanchables DISCORD: Blancharizard#0249 ------ NAME: Charles Augustus d'Arkent AGE: 19 CHOSEN BACHELOR'S DEGREE: Politics, Society and Law CHOSEN MAJOR/S: Imperial Politics ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Augustine DO YOU REQUIRE A DORMITORY TO LIVE ON CAMPUS?: No DO YOU REQUIRE A SCHOLARSHIP? (Each case for subsidised tuition will be looked at independently): No

Charles Augustus d'Arkent would reach the door of his office, giving himself a slight nod as he walked inside. He'd take a deep breath at first, looking about as he hesitated a moment. Seating himself behind the desk, he'd smile, adjusting his posture. "Time to work."

Charles Augustus d'Arkent would carefully examine the missive, breathing a sigh of relief, as the woman named Phillipa was not his sister, and the Crown would never make such a simple mistake.

Charles Augustus signs up for the exchange. FORMAT FOR GIFT EXCHANGE: IRP NAME: Charles Augustus d'Arkent DISCORD: Blancharizard#0249 IRP AGE: 18 LIST OF THREE GIFT IDEAS: Weapons, any neat RP items, clothes