Prince Romulius Thrax
The preferred way of bringing about victory is the shortest, most direct, and that means bringing to bear all possible force.
Description: Broad-shouldered and a few inches over six feet tall, Romulius manages to strike the impressive frame that would be expected of one of the Mourning Isles' warrior sons. Like the rest of those born of Blackshore, cerulean gaze serves as a clear signature of his bloodline, striking and vivacious on a tapestry of rough-hewn bronze. He keeps a full, well-trimmed beard of coarse hair the same midnight color as the curtain of locks that fall just below his shoulders, ending in loose curls. The whole of the man's body is marked by a latticework of scars, pale white lines marking out tallies against the darker tones of skin infused by the warmth of a lifetime's exposure to the sun. It's not uncommon to see him with a jaw set with conviction and determination, pride and stubbornness apparent in their frame around a pair of thin lips set below a broad nose.
Personality: Stubborn and with a pride that has (thankfully) found some waning since the days of his youth, Romulius is far from the image of levity that his younger brother strikes in the eyes of the Peerage. Honorable to a fault and with a passion that occasionally manages to spill out of a carefully curated sense of politesse and decorum, he possesses a dedication to family and duty that tends to overshadow good sense. Cursed by Blackshore's mercurial blood, he is as quick to flash a grin as descend into a violent temper, vivid blue eyes taking on the appearance of Mangata's furor when driven to particular agitation. Quicksilver is, after all, a fickle thing, as prone to expressions of pleasure and contentment as it is rage and contempt.
Background: While he wasn't born to Blackshore's head of house, Romulius was still the first of his generation and the heir presumptive to the barony thanks to the Mad Baron Oswald's presumed lack of personal progeny. Cornelius Blackshore's firstborn son, the young lord was raised from birth with the expectation that he would one day come to rule from Blackshore Keep and carry on the family's lengthy history of naval architecture and fierce militarism.
Cornelius, in his duties as chief Naval Architect to Donrai Thrax, was required to spend the vast majority of his time sailing the Compact's seas, and his young family was almost always in tow. When formal tutors could not be arranged, the disciplinarian would see to Romulius's education himself, oft at the expense of more direct attention to his younger siblings - a fact that the eldest relished, acting as a shield to Dycard and Skye when Cornelius's tempers would rise to violence. For all of his intensity, though, there was no denying his father's commitment to securing a better life for his children, even if his firstborn was often used as a tool with which to achieve it. The young lord was often presented to other houses in order to discuss future political matches, Cornelius intent on finding a capable bride for the heir-apparent to the barony of Blackshore.
It wouldn't be until later in his childhood that the veneer of a relatively charmed life would begin to crack, his mother Florence of House Gilden turning ill after his fifteenth birthday. With her health quickly waning, Cornelius was forced to deposit both his wife and young daughter back at Blackshore Keep with his older brother in order to carry out his duties to Thrax without distraction. The apparent abandonment was a source of division between Romulius and his father, especially when the stress of separation would lead towards more violence that the young lord made his best efforts to shield his younger brother from. As the spare, Dycard was undoubtedly afforded more freedom in his pursuits, and the elder brother was happy to live vicariously through his sibling while resigned to his lessons beneath their father, all the while gnawed at by the knowledge that his sister and mother were subject to Oswald's violent tempers and deteriorating mind.
It was just a few years after coming of age that tragic news struck in the destruction of Blackshore Keep, allegedly by way of dragonfire. At sea with Cornelius and Dycard, their ship immediately diverted course towards their family's holdings to assess the damages. Their travel was cut short when the ship was waylaid by pirates, an ambush that saw only Cornelius escape while his two sons were captured. The next two years would see Romulius and Dycard in captivity, the elder brother stubbornly refusing to submit to the pirates' demands to join the crew in their reavings. He was instead forced to venture into their fighting pits at various ports of call, made to fight to the death in bets or for simple amusement. It would be a long while before the brothers were able to escape, forever changed by their time as prisoners.
On returning to their home, they found the very beginnings of Skye's works to restore their family to its former glory, the first limestone structures of New Hope razed around a modest port. Immediately turning themselves towards her support, Romulius would come to serve as both the family's Sword and as its Minister of War, skills learned in the fighting pits forging the man into a weapon more lethal than any master-at-arms had ever been able to make of him. Quickly falling into line with the new reality of his baby sister acting as Baroness, he would be named her Heir and Voice and be turned upon the capital in Arx, an experience entirely unlike any he had faced prior to making landfall there.
One such stint in the capital would see a reconnection with a childhood friend in Princess Natasha Thrax, his closest companion and confidante since the age of eight. While they had carried out an extensive epistolary campaign in the years since the burdens of adulthood had forced distance, the pair would quickly reforge their friendship in a connection that would eventually bloom into a betrothal that saw the two wed, Romulius giving up the name Blackshore to join House Thrax as Prince.
|Aahana||Friend of my beloved, I do wonder how you far against him on the training grounds|
|Adalyn||Prince Romulius Thrax possesses a proud, determined bearing and a habit of speaking direct truths - qualities to be appreciated. I suspect the Sword of New Hope would be a valuable ally to have on one's side and an enjoyable sparring partner to face on the sands.|
|Alarissa||He is, beyond a doubt, one of the more delightful Blackshores and no doubt, the sea longs for his company as we all do.|
|Amari||The grim old man of the sea who has seen some things. His stern looks are the sternest, and if there's any nonsense about him, he keeps it hidden well.|
|Apollo||Thoughtful and kind - fair traits that grow fairer in each others' company.|
|Audgrim||Seems to have common sense and smarts.|
|Azova||Beneath an otherwise somewhat stoic exterior is a man with an excellent sense of wry humor, and good conversationalist. He also assures me that not all sailors admire a ship's curves more than a woman's.|
|Cambria||During my meeting with Princess Coraline concerning the Order of East Light, I had the pleasure of meeting Lord Romulius as well. As a member of East Light, I found his answers to questions I had to be both well thought and quite elucidating.|
|Caprice||Who does paperwork in crowded, salty sailor bars? Charmingly sharp-witted noblemen, that's who.|
|Cecilia||A man that has a deep love for a brother that has to follow their own heart. That I understand. Quite well.|
|Cirroch||A brief meeting, though one of their word.|
|Desma||Minister of War for House Blackshore. Pleasant company who seemed to take his duties to his House seriously. An interesting conversationalist that I'd not be sorry to encounter again.|
|Domonico||Another martial minded seafarer. Perhaps I should take time to discuss such matters with him soon.|
|Drake||Minister of War is a job I wouldn't envy anyone right now in tumultous times. At least he's not likely to be bored often. He has a strong discipline toward fighting his own battles, a man that leads from the front.|
|Dycard||And so Romulius has returned and we're all together again at last. Just in time for civil war and the possible destruction of our family.|
|Ember||House Sword, Minister of War... and a fortunate tendency to keep emotion muzzled. I find Lord Romulius quite agreeable company.|
|Evaristo||His compassion for people is very nice - this is a man that cares for his people, that much is obvious.|
|Gaspar||All of the charm for House Blackshore seems to have been soaked into this man. Handsome and powerful, he will do great things for his house and draw the right kind of attention to them.|
|Grady||Everything an Isles Prince should be, I'm sure, and, I don't doubt, quite fearsome. But still, it's dreadfully difficult to feel intimidated while in a fancy teahouse and surrounded by paperwork.|
|Graziella||Lots of curious conversation in the tavern that day and a fair amount of it from him, isn't he one of Arx most eligible bachelors? Last I heard...|
|Haakon||Blackshore man of war. Less.. complacent than most other Arvani. More tolerable than most.|
|Ian||More of a fighter than Lord Dycard, supposedly.|
|Ilira||This man and I are on opposite ends of an opinionated spectrum, but in the end, none of the extraneous matters. He is sharp and alert, protective of all, but kind and warm once relaxation sets in. I like him, certainly.|
|Iseulet||He's a big boy and all grown up now. Respectable, even. I don't envy the weight on his shoulders even if he's attempting to shoulder all of it himself.|
|Leena||A man passionate about the sea and warfare. He is intelligent and I find him pleasing to work with, and hope to work more with him in the future. Technical specification is a way to a girl's heart after all.|
|Lenard||A fellow knight and traveler, I look forward to our rematch.|
|Lianne||Magnificently articulate. All well-reasoned arguments and effortless engagement. Rare to find my curiosity so immediately and keenly piqued. I do hope our paths continue to intersect, through whatever combination of will and wind might guide us.|
|Lisebet||Lord Romulius is generous enough to share his table and tea with a noble he's never met before, a fair minded and interesting conversationalist who seems to be quite formal in his speech. Perhaps one day he'll learn the joy of those children's toys underfoot for himself.|
|Lustry||I am very fond of his armor and eager to peruse his family's manse. I wonder if I will be inspired to design even more furniture because of such a visit. And I wish to learn more of him.|
|Mabelle||A very dedicated brother. Amusing and friendly. It is very refreshing. I hope I run across him often.|
|Martino||Provider of a refreshing Thraxian view, a strong sea in him and a good companion to the Lady|
|Medeia||Another charming Blackshore with a sense of humor an a ship. I can't complain.|
|Miraj||I like him. Handsome and can roll with the punches. Thankfully, literally, because he was in that riot the other day... Anyway! I bet the beard tickles. I'm starting to see Porter's point about the beards...|
|Monique||Protective. A touch stiff as all those who value honor and valor are. Are we certain he was not born Valardin?|
|Natasha||It was a pleasure and even somewhat of a relief to reacquaint with an old friend, whose tutelage has probably saved my life more times than I give him credit for in the instances I've fallen overboard. I am heartened to be reminded of your unwavering loyalty.|
|Orland||This man's family history whom served as shipwrights caught my attention, as well as his connection to Marquessa Malespero. I suspect there are many layers to this man, of which I barely scratched the surface.|
|Pasquale||A warrior and sailor I assume from his words and demeanor.|
|Porter||Lord Romulius Blackshore is a fine opponent in the ring, fighting with integrity and skill. I look forward to our rematch. Our second rematch? Well, whichever it is. He's an excellent conversationalist and company in the training center.|
|Raimon||By All The Gods, it is Good to see you. Gods Grant that we can make a difference|
|Raja||A stalwart Prince that holds strong beliefs and not shy about using his might to stand by them.|
|Renata||Lord Blackshore's looks belie his manners, which I found to be impeccable. I look forward to getting to know him better in time.|
|Ripley||That's... yeah. I don't think he likes me.|
|Rowenova||A kind man who helped cheer me up. One of Blackshore's best!|
|Rowynna||It cannot be overstated how lovely it was to see Romulius again after my brief sojourn from the city. I hadn't realised how much I'd miss my newly found family, and I feel that I can call him that. Newly found, and family.|
|Sabella||There may not be a more proper fellow in all the Isles! We are sure he is an Islander? Fantastic company, and a charming surprise.|
|Savio||Arvani lords are all the same. So why is it I can't shake the feeling there's a lot more to this one than meets the eye?|
|Scylla||I have not known him long, but I have discerned the very same traits in Lord Romulius that I have come to respect and love in his uncle Aedric. I look forward to fighting at his side in the coming war.|
|Svana||A gentleman through and through, as well as an insightful person when it comes to the Isles. I would like to hear more about the Isles and what it is to be a sailor since I've been landlocked my whole life.|
|Thea||Not what I was expecting. He seems collected somehow. Reserved. I'm sure there's more there I don't know, but I'd like to get know him better. At least he wasn't stumbling drunk like his brother when I met him.|
|Thesbe||I am glad to see that my cousin is holding up well, though his temper with his squires still get the best of him. But that's probably what makes him a great leader and one that I am proud to call my family. I wonder if he realizes how much trouble I can still be, me and my twin that is. Good luck to him!|
|Valdemar||Quite good at introductions. He seems quite friendly, and shrewd enough about warfare to understand the importance of morale among those on the front line.|
|Veronica||I am thoroughly impressed by the might of Prince Romulius' blade. To watch him spar is to watch all of ocean waves pummel you time and time again till your dragged down to the bottom of the sea. No doubt, his foes see that in the glint of his eyes.|
|Vitalis||Hardly violent at all for a Thrax. Good luck at the mask, seawolf.|
|Wagner||Another one of them silks that likes slummin' it in the Lowers. Annoying fad, that. Smells like a sailor, drinks like one too.|
|Wash||Carita's warlike cousin. He's going to be very necessary, very soon.|
|Yuri||I am a bit remiss I had not engaged Lord Blackshore in some of the engagements we had seen each other at, most notably the Mirrorball. But, I am pleased to say I am quite fond of the man and quite keen to his efforts he presented to our conclave. I hope this is the start of a fond friendship, for we have all the more to gain for it!|
|Zoey||One should strive to be worthy of being called this man's friend. He is good, loyal, and worthy of the good things that come to him.|