Master Alexander Wyatt

[Alexander Wyatt]

NAME: Alexander Wyatt
NICKNAMES: Master Wyatt, Andrey (christened by his younger sister when she was just learning to talk)

GENDER: Male
AGE: 15
BIRTHDAY: February 6th
SPECIES: Human
SINS COMMITTED: Envy

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-curious
OCCUPATION: Student
PLAY BY: Oz Vessalius -- Pandora Hearts

HAIR: Sunny blonde, tousled.
EYES: Bright green, sincere.
HEIGHT: A little under 5 ft.
WEIGHT: A little under 100 lbs.
USUAL ENSEMBLE: Andrey is forever pushed into starched collars that choke his throat and scratchy trousers that chafe his skin. He wears a white Oxford shirt and an immaculate charcoal-grey suit of trousers, vest, and jacket. A burgundy cravat and proper leather shoes complete the attire of a handsome young man from a good family.

LIKES: London, sunlight, Hyde Park, the docks, ball games, board games, card games, shaved ice, new friends, riding in hansoms, horses, novels, penny dreadfuls.
DISLIKES: Being shut up indoors, when his parents hit him, his siblings, the nobility, cats, uncomfortable clothing, sitting absolutely still for hours, dinner parties that seem to go on forever.
STRENGTHS: Athletics, reading, playing the piano, being invisible.
WEAKNESSES: Insecurity, shyness, cowardice, self-doubt.
WANTS: Freedom, for his parents to be happy with him. Unfortunately, they are mutually exclusive.
FEARS: That he'll grow up to be like the rest of the nobility.

OVERALL PERSONALITY:
He's a lively teenager. Or he would be, if his personality hadn't been repressed from childhood. The result is an awkward, gawky fifteen year old who is utterly unsure of himself. He doesn't know which way to behave for fear of offending someone. He tries to be the obedient, quiet son his parents demand, but it's not who he is. He laughs, and daydreams, and makes up games for his younger siblings. His parents are unamused, and express their disapproval with liberal corporal punishment. Andrey's back bears the marks of old scars.

He tries to draw as little attention to himself as possible, because it's always negative for him. He never seems to do anything right, according to his parents. The noble families his parents cavort with think no better of him. The parents sneer at him and the children mock him. Andrey draws back, embarrassed and distressed. When he gets nervous, he can hardly speak for anxiety. He fidgets, stumbles over his words, drops his voice to a low murmur. He gets yelled at not to mumble. He eventually gets so red and upset that he flees, trying to find a way outside. He hates feeling so incompetent.

It's not fair. The kids of middle-class families still get to run around having fun in London... But it's that kind of thinking that gets him into the most trouble. If he mentions it, he is harshly scolded. He's learned to keep his mouth shut. If he says something that's true to himself, it's usually wrong by the standards of his parents and the upper class. He never knows what to say that's appropriate, sometimes it's the exact opposite of what he really thinks... Better to not say anything at all, and not get into trouble.

That doesn't mean he doesn't get into trouble, though. London's temptation is too great, and Andrey is constantly coming up with new ways to avoid security and sneak out into the city. There he runs, plays, takes in the sights with wide eyes, and laughs without fear of rebuke. It's only in a big city like London that he can really be free. No one knows him, no one looks twice at a young man walking about on his own. (If he were a girl, things might be different.) He can spend his pocket money on greasy fish and chips, roasted chestnuts, or even shaved ice if the weather is fine. He loves being out in London, where there is always something to do or see. He soaks up the city as much as he can, because eventually he has to return to the townhouse and sneak back into his rooms, where he awaits the next opportunity to sneak out.

FAMILY:
Baron Adam Wyatt, Father, Merchant-class
Baroness Lillian Wyatt, Mother, née Lady Lillian of Gainesford, an earldom
Frederick Wyatt, 21, Elder brother
Jonathan Wyatt, 19, Elder brother
Alexander Wyatt, 15
Katherine Wyatt, 8, Younger sister
Richard Wyatt, 6, Younger brother

HISTORY:

The youngest daughter of a financially-decadent earldom, Lady Lillian of Gainesford had high dreams but low chances of reaching the upper strata of society. She found her ambitious equal in the only son of a merchant family that had quickly risen to affluence from their shrewd business dealings. He had the money, she had the title. It was a match made in the board room. They did care for each other, of course. But their affection was born from practicality and like-minded goals, rather than passion or romance. With Lillian as his connection and a stack of cash as his influence, Adam was able to buy them a barony, their first step towards the upper nobility. They were overjoyed.

Just like their titles and land aquisitions, each new child is a potential asset to the grasping couple. All of their three children are groomed to their advantage. Frederick and Jonathan will follow in their father's footsteps and marry as high as they can wrangle for them. Katherine will be a lovely young lady who will marry a suitably-endowed nobleman with strong connections to the nobility. Richard is still too young, but he'll be a promising young man one day. And Alexander... well. It's a bit more difficult for the third son... He can just be quiet and stay out of the way until they can find some kind of match for him. And for God's sake, he can stop trying to run around with the commoner children in the streets. It is ruining the family.

Alexander has serious middle child syndrome. His older siblings get all the attention for doing everything perfectly, his younger siblings get all the attention for doing nothing independently. The strongest and the weakest get the spotlight. Andrey's the one in the shadows. If he does something right, it goes ignored, because it's what's expected of him. The same behaviors were praised when they were first showcased from his older siblings and aren't yet demanded from his younger siblings, who get away with murder for being the youngest. If Andrey does something wrong, he's hung out to dry over the smallest transgression. He simply can't win, and his parents don't care. They want him to sit nicely and be quiet. They want a neat, clean, orderly, obedient doll. He is to keep up appearances and not embarrass the family.

It's ironic that he's the one to embarrass the family more than his rambunctious, loud-mouthed little siblings. But it's true when you consider how often he sneaks out of the townhouse. It's easy to do when all the focus is on his elder brothers or younger sister and brother. He pulls a cap over his face and turns up his collar in an attempt to keep people from recognizing him and reporting the scandal back to his parents. He loves London. He loves to be out and about in the streets of London, where everything is exciting and there is always something going on. It makes a stunning contrast to the stuffy life he suffers indoors. It's not as if his parents care about him anyway, and he wants to live his life the way he wants... He wants the vibrant life he sees others living, the kids from the middle class look like they're having so much more fun than he is. Every time he rides in the carriage, it's all he can do not to press his face up against the glass and greedily soak up the view of the outside. He yearns for that life, that freedom. He knows he shouldn't. He has a wonderful life. He is very fortunate to be so privileged. He has fine clothes, delicious meals, a plush bed, a roof over his head... He shouldn't want for more. But he does. He wants, he covets, he craves. He's jealous of the boys running about in the street, playing games with little more than a wadded-up ball and sticks. He envies them the sunshine that they take for granted while he is beaten in dark rooms for some new fault his parents found in him. He envies them, with every fiber of his being. And he despises his parents, for keeping him from that life, and making him feel guilty for wanting it.

YOUR NAME: Nello
AGE: Nineteen
EXPERIENCE: Seven years, ogeez
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a

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