Delmar Roux

The Basics

Name: Delmar Roux
Age: 43
Element: Wind
Classification: Master
Birth Kingdom: Unda
Home Kingdom: Unda

Appearance

Playby: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Appearance: Delmar takes great pride in his appearance. While the salt air and the intense labor beneath the sun over the open sea takes a great toll on many men, he has never allowed it to be so for himself. His dark hair long ago began graying at the temples, but he uses clever dyes that he purchases from Valetudo to keep it black, along with the facial hair that he always sports. Upon his skin he uses a plethora of moisturizers and creams, a collection that would rival that of many women and a routine much more intense. However, he has not been able to cut out the emotions completely from his face, no matter how he tries, and thus crow's feet at the corners of his eyes have begun to deepen as well as frown lines around his mouth in spite of his vanity routines.

Personality

Personality:
Delmar is, in short, a shallow and cold man. He does not work for the Undan Navy out of love for his Kingdom nor out of love for his Kings and Queens, but rather out of simple convenience. The Navy was there as was pirating, but the latter offered less secure payment options. Besides, the uniforms for the Navy were much more flattering than that of the rough and tumble pirates. Thus, the Navy was the path he chose, taking a similar start in life that his mother had, though he is significantly better at it than she was. His mother was far too concerned with her family and with her friends, caring less about promotions and the important things, like money and social status. Even so, Delmar learned some things from her, such as what not to do. He wanted money, power, social status, good looks, powerful friends, and everything that came with those things. This was difficult, at first, for Del is a naturally lazy man. However, he was clever enough and very focused, which got him far. He knew what he wanted and it was actually rather simple to get it.

Many of Delmar’s choices and decisions in life come from the answers to three questions; was it easy to accomplish, would it make him look good (professionally and physically), and how much money was involved. Simply put, Delmar is lazy yet desires the results that would often take a great deal of work. Accomplishing this was difficult at first, but over the years he has learned that money and a pretty face can get a man many places. He is more than vain and takes great pride in his appearance, going to ridiculous lengths to maintain his natural, handsome features while keeping the view of his public self higher than needed. An Admiral was throwing a party for his daughter? Del would be there in full support with the most extravagant present and yet be the most eye catching person there. He is not above brown nosing in the least, and is very aware that is what is needed to climb the social ladders so he might associate himself with people worthy of a man like Delmar Roux.

Where his good looks and general ass-kissing didn’t get him, money did. His family wasn’t particularly rich, but they were clever with their money at least. Delmar took what his parents made and invested all of it into a suitable wardrobe and into nice dinners. Many might have thought him crazy, but they had no idea he was living on less than a peasant. With the lavish dinners and fine clothing, almost all of Unda thought him to be rich until he actually was, thanks to the Undan Navy. Now, as a ranking Commodore, his pay is substantial and his ass is one that many Captains and lower ranking men and women now kiss. Damn, does he enjoy that.

Shallow, vain, greedy -- easily a fit description of Delmar Roux. Rumor has it that there is a soft side to him, one that cares for human emotions and for others as a whole. There is absolutely no substance to this rumor whatsoever and they only make Delmar laugh. If anything, the man is cruel and cold to any living thing, sarcasm or blunt honesty being his choice language for conveying such. He simply does not care that it is your son’s wedding day, that is, unless you are above him in rank or social standing. Del looks out for himself and not a soul more, except for maybe his ship. Though a Commodore, he still sails upon the Majesty regularly, his first mate taking the helm if he is called away.


Likes:

• Money -- Coin buys nice things, nice things attract attention, attention of superiors helps with promotion, a promotion gives him even more money. He enjoys this cycle almost as much as he enjoys holding the coins in his hand and showing everyone else how rich he has become.
  
• His appearance -- Delmar is attractive. He knows this. Everyone else knows this. Fact is, being attractive helps get him places in life with minimal effort. More than that, he just like being pretty.
  
• Himself -- There is no one better, more tolerable, more attractive, or a better over all catch than Delmar Roux. Often, Del holds conversations with himself in the mirror simply because he cannot find anyone else who is capable of holding a better conversation.
  
• Clothing -- The texture of fine silk and linens feel absolutely fantastic, and make him look even better. More often than not, Del is overdressed and enjoys every ounce of attention that grants him. Clothing only enhances his appearance, though he looks just as good naked.
  
• Getting his ass kissed -- Less work for him and with more rewards now. He has power over those below him, and this forces them to do his bidding and feed his ego.
  
• The Majesty -- She has always been his ship and love, and even though the salt air causes him to use more creams, he loves her still. She sails smoothly and is the finest ship in the waters, and the prettiest.

Dislikes:

• Aging -- Del likes being pretty, and aging makes people less pretty. It is only natural that he dislike aging, therefore. With creams, routines, and everything he can think of, Mr. Roux fights the forces of aging every day.
  
• Work -- It's boring and it takes...well...effort. A much better alternative would be to not work or put forth any effort at all and let his looks and money take care of things.
  
• People -- Unless they have a use to him and his career, which most people don't, they tend to be a waste of space. Kiss his ass, have an ass worthy of his kissing, or be directly useful to him in some way, or he will ignore you or taunt you for no reason other than he can.
  
• Children -- They cry, are snotty, and usually grow up into worthless people.
  
• Poor people -- They aren't going anywhere in life, they are not contributing anything to the Kingdom, and yet they demand to be fed, housed, and clothed. And people call him selfish.
  

Elemental Strengths

• Filling sails -- The large gusts that are needed to fill sails is both a natural talent and one that he's worked on for some time.
  
• Wind Rope -- The time he spent in the ropes and rigging in his younger days helped him discover and establish a skill that allows him to make Wind Ropes to help him either reach a rope that is out of his grasp or to use in replace of a real rope for a short period of time.
  

Elemental Weaknesses

• Whispers -- he lacks this ability in every way shape and form.
  
• Solidified Wind -- Other than Wind Ropes, he lacks the ability to solidify wind. This applies to the Brotherhood type Wind Walking to actual attacks with Wind as well. He's pretty useless.
  

Background

Family:
Mother - Camille Roux -- Wind Consular
Father - Rolland Roux -- Water Master
Siblings -
Other -


History:

Born and predicted to be a Wind Controller, is only seemed natural that he take work upon a ship as a sail filler, so the small child said. Adding to this idea of a future profession, his mother, also a Wind Controller, worked on a Navy ship and his father was a port man, aiding in bringing ships into port safely. The ocean was the logical place to go. Pirating was dangerous and was not a secure form of income, and thus was ruled out completely, leaving work in the Navy as the next most viable option. Delmar decided this all when he was four years old. Granted, he had a small obsession with the costumes, as he called them, but he refused to admit to his parents his motivation to join the Navy like his mother. It wasn’t unlike a child of his age to want to do what his Mother did, and thus his parents, like any other, nodded and smiled at their son’s ambitions and his imagination as he called out orders to his imaginary crew.

By the time he began his schooling with a handful of other Navy kids, it was more obvious to his parents that his childhood dream and ambitions had not changed at all. In fact, the child was much more determined than he was as a little tot. His friends willingly followed orders he gave, both in lessons and in play. They loved him, and he loved him. It was a great relationship for Delmar, even if it wasn’t the healthiest of ones. Granted, those children were usually much smaller than Delmar, and when they weren’t, they were smaller than his best friend since birth, Edmond. Ed was a large individual, if a little slow, and always had been. He had a fondness for Del because Del ignored his size completely and treated him like any other child. Again, it was not healthy, but very few of Del’s relationships were.

When he was eleven, his mother gave him the gift of a little sailboat, big enough for him and two or three adults. The intention was for her to teach her son how to move the sails to carry him across the waters of the bay when there weren’t many ships at port. However, the day he got it, he took his friends out on it. The lad was only barely a Citizen, and the small ship soon became stranded. Delmar, the little captain, managed to get his friends to swim back to shore, trailing the boat after them. At first, the children were going to just swim to shore and abandon the ship and its little Captain with it, however, Edmond managed to convince them otherwise. This was very typical for little Delmar’s childhood. He did not manage to become a spoiled child by the acts of his parents, but by the acts of his friends.

The Roux family invested, loaned, and clawed coppers from the streets to build a middle class worthy fortune for their small family. Delmar wasn’t happy with that, but there was little he could do. When his parents left to go to Glacies when he was fifteen, Delmar watched with crossed arms as they abandoned their home Kingdom. His mother was a deserter and his father a coward. They didn’t like the direction the Kingdom was going, they said, they didn’t like the Queen, they said. Delmar just huffed and stood in the doorway with Ed at his back. They left him with his grandmother and half of their established money.

Still sulking, Del took what he was given and put it in a reliable Undan bank. Spoiled as he was, he also enjoyed having money and was not about to lose it on the streets. Not a week later he left his grandmother’s home to take a job as a deck boy on a Navy ship. While most children take a large step in life when they leave their parents, it was a large step for Del simply because he was leaving Ed. He couldn’t really remember a time when Ed wasn’t there to back him up and make him look good. On the ship Del got a heavy taste of what that was like, and he didn’t like it at all. He was pushed around, made fun off, and honestly disliked. He was a spoiled child, after all, and hard working men did not take kindly to that. Though he hated the crew, Del knew just who he had to look to in order to make his life better. The Captain of the ship was not a soft man, and in fact, was one of the men who had cracked a few jokes in Delmar’s direction on several occasions. No matter, Del made it his new goal to impress the man. Whenever the Captain came on deck, the little deck boy put double effort into his tasks, scrubbing the planks or wrapping up rope, all while making it obvious that he was trying to stay out from underfoot and then watch the Sail Filler at work. After a few months at sea, the Captain began to take notice of the lad, and took him under his wing, pitying and respecting the lad who chose Unda when his mother was a deserter.

After some time under the Captain, Delmar began to learn the ways of the Sail Filler, watching and helping when his other tasks were done. The task was important, though rather dull as the lad saw it. His attention turned to the rigging soon after, finding the ropes easy to climb and navigate with his young limbs. Months continued, and Delmar did his part on the ship while his attention span moved around and learned bits and pieces of everyone else’s job. When the ship docked for a significant period of time in his birth town in one of the smaller Collective Kingdoms of Unda, he took his little pay and added it to the bank account he had started. This process of going out to sea and adding it to his account continued until he was twenty two years old, his position on the ship rising from deck boy when he began, through a rigger, then a mate, until he became the mate assigned to the Sailing Master, the man who was in charge of the navigation of the whole ship. The job was easy, and it allowed Del to stay out of the sun longer than most as the Sailing Master was determined that Delmar learn the basics of navigation. When the ship docked briefly at one of the larger Kingdoms in the Collective of Unda, however, Delmar left for good, leaving the Sailing Master rather frustrated, but in decent spirits, considering, with the promise of his return the following season.

After seven years at sea, Delmar considered himself to be a man with some experience, well enough to get by in Undan society. However, seven years at sea had not improved his lifestyle significantly, which was something that was simply not acceptable. Thus, his land life would change all of that. Renting a tiny little apartment over a clothing store, Delmar began shopping, replacing his wardrobe of sea rags with silks and satins and linens that were finely made, wool coats with delicate silver details, and boots that would make a lesser man drool slightly. Over half of his savings he spent on clothing and hair products and the likes. No one in this new Kingdom knew his name, nor did they know his experiences or anything of the like. Thus, he set out to make friends in social circles much higher than he would have belonged back home. Because of his fine clothing and tales of Undan Loyalty, they accepted him quickly. The rest of his money largely went to dinners and extravagant gifts, trying to warm himself into the hearts of the richer nobles of Unda’s Kingdoms. For awhile, he wasn’t sure that his plan of fooling others into thinking he was rich would work out for him. In all honesty, he hadn’t thought it through too much. He had always hoped he’d be given a higher up position in the Navy and make more money than he could handle.

Delmar was on the last of his money when the wives of important men began taking notice of him, and when the important women they associated with also began taking notice of him, his life changed swiftly. Not for the last time in his life, his looks saved him. The women, especially the older ones, were often lonely while their husbands worked, were out at sea, or were busy socializing with each other. The women simply loved having Delmar around as he told them cleverly fabricated tales of how he had fought off Glacien Pirates while he served under the Undan Navy. As far as the men and their wives were concerned, he was the first mate on a smaller ship that were set to patrol the souther islands of Unda. His ship had, to their knowledge, sank and he was the only survivor, thanks to his superior swimming skills, ingenuity with a piece of wood and his shirt as a sail, and his own determination. Because of these stories and his good looks and the small gifts he brought them, the woman grew more and more accustomed to having Delmar in their lives. However, he couldn’t afford it for much longer. While the woman had taken some expenses from his hands, he still had many he was responsible for. So, he made a little scheming plan.

Delmar told the women that he had received a letter from his mother, that she was returning the Glacies and had been a double agent the entire time. The women were astounded by the story, but one by one they all agreed that Delmar should return to his home and meet his mother, give her a second chance. They loved the idea of his mother hiding the truth from him to save him and do good for her country at the expense of his love. Of course, the letter was fake and he had cleverly pushed the women into a decision he had already decided upon, but it was all part of his plan. He was to move back home for a few seasons to meet up with his mother and reestablish the connection they had lost. With tears on their cheeks, the women said goodbye to their favorite bachelor whom they all not-so-secretly fawned over in a fantastical daydream.

Taking passage on a ship whose captain was the husband of one of Del’s many friends, he returned home. Upon arriving home, Del quickly found Edmond, his childhood friend. The large man was not difficult to find, especially considering that he was not only large, but worked on the docks, bringing ships into port. It was as if they were both children again, though very large children; Ed scooped up Delmar in one swift motion and hugged the dark haired man so hard he was afraid a rib would crack. It was as if the years had never passed between them. Delmar, the ass he was, spent no time listening to Ed’s tales over the years and Ed, the adorable though slow, kind man, did not seem to mind one bit as he was let into his friend’s plan. For two weeks they worked out the details before they returned to Delmar’s lady friends, false emotions laden on their faces.

The tale was simply woven, as to avoid confusing Ed, but it was a good tale and one that brought tears to the heavily painted faces of his lady friends. His mother had not been a double agent at all, but rather had run out of funds in Glacies and had come back to take advantage of her son. After seeing how well he had kept the money she had left behind and how much he had made for himself, she got greedy. At the end of her second week with him, she stole everything from his home, bank, and even took out loans in his name. To pay back those loans, he had to sell everything in his home and was left with the clothes on his back and the few that he managed to pack. The ladies sobbed for him and hugged him while he got to play a brave, reasonable young man that, while he had lost everything, still kept his head held high.

In reality, he had just as much as he had when he left, just with a better story.

The plan worked exactly how he had envisioned it to, perhaps even better. Together, the women built him back to the status that he had held before his mother took it all, well, at least to their knowledge. Using their husband’s money, they collectively purchased him a small, thought multi-roomed apartment that, as it seemed, was about an equal distance from a majority of their houses, furnishing it as well. It was nicer than any place he had ever lived in before, and that wasn’t even counting the furniture. The fact that his new place not only had running water but heated water was a dream come true. In addition to the place and the furniture, one of the women, one who was particularly sweet on him, managed to get her husband to offer Delmar a job in his fleet as a Sailing Master on one of his newer ships. It was a cushy job seeing how the ship rarely left that smaller Kingdom in Unda.

Surrounded by the heavily painted women, Delmar slowly progressed up the ranks in the fleet he was assigned to. Nothing special prompted his success, well, other than the women and their husbands. He made more than he should have, had more time off than he should have, and no one seemed to mind. Instead of working like he should have, he spent more and more time kissing the asses of people that outranked him, including the children of such people. Birthday parties for a daughter of a low King even fell into his routine. It didn’t take him long to realize that the bigger and better the gift, the more he advanced and the faster he did so. Proof of this, was that by the time he was into his mid thirties, he was already the Captain of his own ship, the Majesty. Even after that point, life didn’t seem to stop. At some points he was actually required to take his ship out onto the open sea, but even then it wasn’t for more than a handful of months at a time. It was an easy life. He was made Commodore the night of his fortieth birthday, which was no surprise seeing how the women who surrounded him were the ones to make that happen, but even so.

Now he is the ass everyone else kisses, and he doesn’t see that changing anytime soon. In fact, he exploits that. While he was built on a lie and funded by the loving and fantastical pity of women much older than he, he is now more than self funded and self standing in Undan society. Currently he is ported in Unda with the Majesty, as he is planning a birthday party of a King’s daughter.

OOC

RP Sample:

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The trip to Valetudo was far from pleasant. Finn had spent most of the time bent over the railing losing more than just his lunch. Thus, when the ship docked, though he wanted to run off of the vessel, he could barely force himself to move without completely dragging his feet. When his boots hit the dock, nearly half a dozen Health Controllers crowded around him, offering to help. On man even went so far to try and help the Brother by supporting his weight, but a dangerous look and a hand on a newly visible dagger made the man think otherwise. Thus, Finnagan moved to the waiting carriage slowly, his boots heavy against the dock and then the road before he climbed in, Brother Cary after him, and a few delegates from the Queen after them. Though he was surrounded by unfamiliar people, Finn was having difficultly keeping himself awake after the sleepless and ill ridden voyage. Thus, it wasn’t a few minutes down the road before his eyes closed and his head began to fall forwards. This action was very unlike a Brother, but he had a hard time caring. Thus, he slept.

Finnagan woke with a start. Before his eyes were fully open, daggers were in both of his hands and his body rose to a defensive position which resulted in a sickening thud as his head made contact with the ceiling of the carriage. Falling back intro the seatand rubbing his head with the back of his hand, he looked around the empty carriage groggily, eyes finally falling on an older woman in the doorway who looked as if she was torn between scolding him like a child and running away from him. The daggers were hidden almost as quickly as they appeared as Finnagan looked past the woman and to the tall wall that he assumed was the outside of the Valetudo Royal Palace. Climbing out of the carriage, more gingerly this time, he took in his surroundings. Brother Cary seemed to have left, it was now into the night, and there were several guards both stationed at the only door he could see as well as in a guard tower on either side of said door. With a closer look, Finn was able to see Brothers in their black cloaks on the wall, at the base of the wall, and a pair doing a patrol. The place was well guarded, at least at the gate. It would difficult to scale that wall without being seen.

Following the older woman when she grunted at him, he approached the large, thick doors to the outer wall. Immediately, four Brothers were at his sides. One looked him over, and nodded, letting Finn pass. They were expecting him. Once inside the walls, he was soon inside the palace, Brothers moving in the shadows all around him. Guards were not visible, and to a regular spy, it appeared the perfect time to launch an invasion. However, to a spy that was familiar with the Brotherhood, it was evident that an invasion would fail quickly. While the Valetudo Palace was not as well guarded as the one in Ventus, it was enough. He was given a brief tour of the Palace as the older woman, who he learned was a cousin of the Queen, well, second cousin of the Queen, talked about this and that as she lead him closer and closer to the Queen’s private meeting chambers. Meeting them wasn’t all that interesting. Formalities were exchanged, as well as directions to the servants’ quarters, where he would be staying for the next dew nights. Each the Queen and her Consort had a pair of Brothers standing at their shoulders and the people themselves were well trained and did not give away more information than needed. According to their knowledge, Finn was there to safeguard their children. The Heir already had a Brother assigned to him personally, but they were more worried about their daughters, especially the eldest. Thus, Finn would begin his duties tonight. With that, he was dismissed.

Relieving himself of the chatty older woman, he ignored the idea that he should acquaint himself with his room and instead found his way back to the door the woman had said belonged to the eldest daughter. With a quick gust of Wind, he sent his pack to the rafters and Wind Walked up the wall rapidly, swinging himself onto the dark rafters beside his pack. Shifting himself so that he could see the daughter’s door clearly, he was not surprised to have a Brother come a sit beside him for a moment to make her presence known, hood drawn over her face. The woman nodded at him in greeting, Finn returning the gesture, before she disappeared into the shadows, returning to her rounds of the palace. Drawing his own hood over his face, he settled in for a long night.

He was not in the rafters for but several minutes before noise behind the door caught his ears. Not long after, a poorly dressed woman stuck her head out of the door and proceeded to sneak down the hallway, sticking to the shadows. Could this be the Princess? Possibly. Leaping down from the rafters to land on a silent Wind Walk, he slipped into the room and looked around the darkness. “Princess?” He said quietly. No response. Moving around the room quickly, he found no sign of anyone in the room. So the Princess was sneaking out. Moving back to the hallway, he moved quickly in the direction the Princess had gone but found no sight of her. She knew the Palace well, and he was just a visitor. He made a mental note to get and study the layout of the Palace before the next night as he changed course to the door he had entered. Nodding to the guards and Brothers at the door, he slipped around the back of the Palace and into the nearest garden. The wall was very difficult to climb from the inside, and he doubted that the guards would let her out through the main gate. Thus, there was either a secret way out of the Palace grounds or she had found a way to get over the wall. Damn woman.

Running through the gardens in silence, he kept his eyes at the base of the wall, looking for any opening and anything that might give the Princess a boost over the wall. It wasn’t ten minutes later that he came upon a tree right at the base of the wall, the upmost branches easily reaching over the wall. Pulling himself up into the folds of the tree without a second thought, he used his Wind Walk to more vault himself off the branches rather than actually climbing. Reaching the top of the wall, he was just in time to watch the disguised Princess climb down the wall and see her foot miss its hold and instead slip on a patch of moss. Finn pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head slightly. Fool woman, what on earth did she think she was doing? With a slight sigh, Finn stepped from the top of the wall, using his Wind Walk to slow his descent when he came close to the ground, landing on the Wind on both feet with one hand bracing himself as well. Standing fully, he eyed the Princess -- she was sitting in the mud, rocking back and forth as she held her ankle, injured in the fall, no doubt. This was ridiculous.

Aware that he had his hood up and the woman was probably already freaking out, he pushed his hood back and gave her a slight nod in greeting before offering her a hand.

Alias: Delilah

Delmar has been blessed as a...

Keeping.

After three months, Delmar is ready!

Ready for re-review.