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Preferred Name: Adrien Fitzgerald
Age: 25
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'9"
The Fitzgerald family: not only influential, with their lines tracing back to William the Conquerer, but also incredibly rich, with boatloads of money at their disposal. The famous Fitzgeralds about twenty-five years ago? A Seven and Eight of Spades. They had one child named Ermengilde Pascal Adrien Fitzgerald. Raised in France for the first two years of his life, he moved to the Deck at a very young age. With the influence of TV, social media, but with his parents constantly breathing down his back as well, he was completely bilingual by the age of five.
Adrien, as he preferred to be called, had a strict regimen every day from then on – lessons on different languages, history, English, diplomacy, fencing, posture, and dressage, to name a few. He was granted exactly half-an-hour a day for doing anything he wanted, as long as he didn’t mess up the house or disturb his parents. He usually ended up outside, running around with a few friends – nameless boys and girls who were happy to accept another boy into their group, but were just as happy to play without him.
He was more than a little rebellious as a child. One day, he managed to find a little winding path that led him straight into Diamond territory, where he met his first good friend – Laila, a girl four years older than him. He began to seek her out every day in the half-an-hour, having adventures with her. But she had another friend – that weedy little kid with the handkerchief, named Isaac or something. They were incredibly close already, and Adrien couldn’t compete with that sort of friendship.
The years passed, and Adrien grew into a fine young man. At the age of thirteen, he picked up a camera for the first time. He was enthralled by little things such as the style of clothing esteemed guests wore or the complementary colors of the curtains and cushions in the parlor. He started snapping photos constantly – it opened his eyes to a world of color, glamour, shining and sparkling. Above all, it was much better than the monochrome life he’d had so far.
He became incredibly interested in photography, and slowly became curious about fashion as well. But when his parents walked in on him trying on different colorful scarves and coats at the age of fifteen, they weren’t very impressed. Gone was the ridiculous allowance that they had given him every month. Gone also was that free half-an-hour – instead, he was to learn piano. Adrien was understandably pissed off. What do pissed off teenage heirs to the Fitzgerald name do? Run away to bars at night when everyone else in the household is asleep.
A pub down the street was the bar of choice. No one knew him as a rich gentleman there. He continued to sneak out for a few years, frequenting the bar often, but never actually getting drunk. That pub was also where he kissed a boy for the first time. There was a bizarre sense of triumph that came along with that. No matter how much his parents tried to keep him as proper as possible, they couldn’t stop him from being who he was. Eighteen years they had tried, but still, he could come out on top.
Which is why he didn’t have any qualms informing them that he was bi the next morning at breakfast. He had some sort of idea that it would solve all his problems. His parents would realize exactly what kind of person he was, and wouldn’t be quite so judgmental. He’d be able to do what he really loved.
He was wrong. His parents threw a fit. They accused him of being deluded, berated him for disobeying them; and not once did they come close to accepting his bisexuality. In a moment of anger, he decides to leave the household, swearing that he won’t come back. His parents don’t stop him, and from that day, he hasn’t returned to his home.
He immediately went to the Diamond castle. After all, he had a friend there – and the Suit fit him better, anyhow. He flirted his way into entering the Suit as a Four. Due to unfortunate circumstances (namely, a poisoning gone wrong and a broken back in the ranks above him), he was promoted to Six overnight a year later. And there he has remained ever since, neatly putting his past behind him.
He can’t exactly shake everything he learned as a boy, though. He’s now fluent in five other languages besides French and English. His posture is perfect, and his knowledge of history vast. He is surprisingly agile – something very few people know – and can handle a foil rather well.
And to this day, the fastest way to end up with a black eye is to call him Ermengilde.
((ooc: Anyone who wanted to find out about all of this could easily figure it out. He doesn't endeavor to hide his past from anyone - he just doesn't like bringing it up. If you want to throw him, get him unsettled and nervous, and your character has any sort of reason to want to find out about him, go for it. I love drama~ especially from you Spades, since you probably know the Fitzgeralds.))
Preferred Name: Adrien Fitzgerald
Age: 25
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'9"
The Fitzgerald family: not only influential, with their lines tracing back to William the Conquerer, but also incredibly rich, with boatloads of money at their disposal. The famous Fitzgeralds about twenty-five years ago? A Seven and Eight of Spades. They had one child named Ermengilde Pascal Adrien Fitzgerald. Raised in France for the first two years of his life, he moved to the Deck at a very young age. With the influence of TV, social media, but with his parents constantly breathing down his back as well, he was completely bilingual by the age of five.
Adrien, as he preferred to be called, had a strict regimen every day from then on – lessons on different languages, history, English, diplomacy, fencing, posture, and dressage, to name a few. He was granted exactly half-an-hour a day for doing anything he wanted, as long as he didn’t mess up the house or disturb his parents. He usually ended up outside, running around with a few friends – nameless boys and girls who were happy to accept another boy into their group, but were just as happy to play without him.
He was more than a little rebellious as a child. One day, he managed to find a little winding path that led him straight into Diamond territory, where he met his first good friend – Laila, a girl four years older than him. He began to seek her out every day in the half-an-hour, having adventures with her. But she had another friend – that weedy little kid with the handkerchief, named Isaac or something. They were incredibly close already, and Adrien couldn’t compete with that sort of friendship.
The years passed, and Adrien grew into a fine young man. At the age of thirteen, he picked up a camera for the first time. He was enthralled by little things such as the style of clothing esteemed guests wore or the complementary colors of the curtains and cushions in the parlor. He started snapping photos constantly – it opened his eyes to a world of color, glamour, shining and sparkling. Above all, it was much better than the monochrome life he’d had so far.
He became incredibly interested in photography, and slowly became curious about fashion as well. But when his parents walked in on him trying on different colorful scarves and coats at the age of fifteen, they weren’t very impressed. Gone was the ridiculous allowance that they had given him every month. Gone also was that free half-an-hour – instead, he was to learn piano. Adrien was understandably pissed off. What do pissed off teenage heirs to the Fitzgerald name do? Run away to bars at night when everyone else in the household is asleep.
A pub down the street was the bar of choice. No one knew him as a rich gentleman there. He continued to sneak out for a few years, frequenting the bar often, but never actually getting drunk. That pub was also where he kissed a boy for the first time. There was a bizarre sense of triumph that came along with that. No matter how much his parents tried to keep him as proper as possible, they couldn’t stop him from being who he was. Eighteen years they had tried, but still, he could come out on top.
Which is why he didn’t have any qualms informing them that he was bi the next morning at breakfast. He had some sort of idea that it would solve all his problems. His parents would realize exactly what kind of person he was, and wouldn’t be quite so judgmental. He’d be able to do what he really loved.
He was wrong. His parents threw a fit. They accused him of being deluded, berated him for disobeying them; and not once did they come close to accepting his bisexuality. In a moment of anger, he decides to leave the household, swearing that he won’t come back. His parents don’t stop him, and from that day, he hasn’t returned to his home.
He immediately went to the Diamond castle. After all, he had a friend there – and the Suit fit him better, anyhow. He flirted his way into entering the Suit as a Four. Due to unfortunate circumstances (namely, a poisoning gone wrong and a broken back in the ranks above him), he was promoted to Six overnight a year later. And there he has remained ever since, neatly putting his past behind him.
He can’t exactly shake everything he learned as a boy, though. He’s now fluent in five other languages besides French and English. His posture is perfect, and his knowledge of history vast. He is surprisingly agile – something very few people know – and can handle a foil rather well.
And to this day, the fastest way to end up with a black eye is to call him Ermengilde.
((ooc: Anyone who wanted to find out about all of this could easily figure it out. He doesn't endeavor to hide his past from anyone - he just doesn't like bringing it up. If you want to throw him, get him unsettled and nervous, and your character has any sort of reason to want to find out about him, go for it. I love drama~ especially from you Spades, since you probably know the Fitzgeralds.))
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