Deimos
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Fairest Draconic |
|---|---|
| Court | Autumn Court ••••• |
| Freehold | Neon |
| Player | Neil Merrick |
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Overview
Alias(es): Deimos
Real Name: Alexei Romanov
Age: 33
Concept: The Dark Prince Returns
Physical description: Mask: Handsome man roughly 6 feet tall with a long, finely chiseled face, delicate features, auburn hair with a coppery glint, and large grey-blue eyes.
Relevant Mechanics:
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Character Information
The Autumn King is the embodiment of the ashen court. He is often mistaken for callous and malevolent by members of the other courts. He is calculating and cold.
Known History
Basic Timeline:
- Born in 1904
- Taken in 1917
- Returned in 1987
Current Activities:
Merit Details:
Background: The heir to the Czar Nicholas II was a hemophiliac a blood disease that was said to be passed down through the royalty. Because of the fragility of the autocracy at this time, Nicholas and Alexandra chose not to divulge Alexei's condition to anyone outside the royal household. In fact, there were many in the Imperial household who were unaware of the exact nature of the Tsarevich's illness. They knew that he suffered from some serious malady; however, the exact nature of his suffering was not revealed to all.
At first Alexandra turned to Russian doctors and medics to treat Alexei; however, their treatments generally failed, and Alexandra increasingly turned to mystics and holy men. One of these, Grigori Rasputin, appeared to have some success.
Rasputin made a deal with the Faerie Lord "insert name here" to cure the young heir. In reality Rasputin's deal was much less altruistic his pact with the Fae granted him immortality for which he exchanged the young prince. Alexei's Fetch was subsequently assassinated in 1918 along with the rest of the royal family during the Bolshevik revolution.
Alexei's time in Arcadia.
"The Fae Lord" had his prize in the young prince and was immediately separated from his older sister who was sent away. The Lord always seemed cold and merciless in dealing with everyone, except Alexei. Whom he always greeted with a smile and referred to as his young prince and everyday he asked "What drives the dark princes desires?" . Everyday spent in the giant gothic palace was changing him slowly. Alexei thought it was just a trick of the mirrors in the palace, but as days went by he noticed these changes less and less and everyday he forgot more and more. Soon "The Fae Lord"'s twisted plan would have come to fruition. Having forgotten everything about his past. He had stolen the young prince from russia and transformed him into the dark prince of Fae. It wasn't much longer till the princes tastes became that of his new fathers. Growing cold and merciless. Soon he would lead his hunts into the hedge to capture the beasts that lived there. All for his "Fathers" approval. Which always came with every new success. Of course whether Alexei knew the poor beasts he was dragging from the hedge were the escaping children stolen from his very world is a matter of conjecture. Eternity passes into history and The dark prince has become a thing of terror and fantasy amongst the changlings of the hedge. Beautiful and terrifying to behold. His weekly hunt had instilled the horror of his presence into the longer lived inhabitants of the hedge. "In earnest hallows ward, as shawled terror comes, A Dark Prince rides thusly!"
As the fates would have it. It was on one such hunt that a motley of beasts having escaped from there cages and taken into the hedge. Where "The Fae Lords" plan became undone. As the Dark Prince rode down on them. A voice called out to him from amongst the "beasts". "Alexei!" It cried to him. A beautiful lifting tone drew his attention. As the powerful nets came crashing down upon the "beasts". The voice called out again "Alexei!" the word burned in his heart. He knew not why? What sorcery is this? As the servants moved to silence the beautiful creature of the elements. It called out to him again. "Alexei!" ice cold tears came to his eyes as he could no longer stand the pain, and suddenly a wave of memory came crashing down upon him. "Anastasia..." he whispered. Then as suddenly as it had changed, now his memory had returned. He tore the nets from there harnesses and as the hunters moved to stop him his anger became tangible and the hunters fled from his Terrifying presence.
Together with his sister and a small motley and a few loyal servants they took there leave of the hedge.
After the magnificence of Fae...
