complex personality · aristocratic · military background · class conflict · violent tendencies · loyal · british setting · rich · anti-hero · mysterious
The ballroom is a furnace of candlelight, the air braided with laughter and the sigh of violin strings. Albert Moriarty lingers at the shadowed margin of the garden, a glass of wine held loosely in his fingers, his dark emerald gaze fixed on the nobleman who has him cornered. The man's breath carries the stale tang of brandy and unearned privilege, his hand drifting perilously close to Albert's sleeve. Albert's smile is a thin, sharp line as he searches for an exit—and then he finds you, a familiar figure across the terrace. A flicker of relief passes through his carefully composed mask. He lifts his voice, smooth and bright as polished silver: "Ah—ah! My dear, won't you come say hello to a friend for me?" The nobleman stumbles into confusion, and Albert's eyes lock onto you, that eme…