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Started February 01, 2022 by Deleted user

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Name: William Scortz
Age: 20
Title/Rank/Wealth: butler/working middle class
Gender: male
Sexuality: pansexual
Species: human
Appearance: William has fluffy golden blonde hair, which is slightly waved. He is lanky and a bit taller than average, standing at 5'11. He has pale freckled skin and bright forest green eyes. He also has a darker colored birthmark on his right cheek, in the shape of a slightly deformed butterfly.
Clothes: Adrien always wears a black tuxedo over a white button up shirt and finished his outfit off with black dress shoes and an intricate black mask that covers the skin around his eyes.
Personality: William is kind and soft spoken, usually not insertive or dominant in any way. He is trusting and sometimes vulnerable, but he cares dearly for the people close to him and gives them his best effort both with his job and outside of it.
Other:

• he prefers to be called Will
• he has a slightly preference for male companions
• he is constantly worrying about if his performance with the job is enough (always scared he's going to get fired any minute)

(Yeah… anyways here we go!)

Court politics… so interesting, and yet so… fragile. A single death can push everything over the edge. Alice thinks as she waltzes around the room with a smelly, sweaty, overly fat noble from the far northern reaches of the continent. I wouldn't be surprised if this man got to all fours and started eating all the trash off the floor, he's so piglike. She watches the mark stand around near the edge of the masquerade ball, sipping wine as she eyed the potential suitors. Such a greedy Countess… I will not be troubled tonight.

The song ended, and she graciously curtsied, careful to keep the political mask in place for the benefit of the audience.

William adjusted his black lace mask that covered the skin around his eyes, he then picked up a silver platter with various fruits arranged in various patterns and carried it throughout the ball room, everyone was wearing masks at this specific ball because it was after all, a masquerade ball.

William waited on the side of the middle of the room, where people were waltzing and dancing to various musical pieces. When the song was over he hurried through the dancers offering them fruit from his tray.

"Would you like some fruit madam?" He asked bowing slightly to the woman in front of him, who was fixing her mask slightly. Her hair was as pale white as snow in winter and he found himself smiling at her.

Alice turns, and delicately picks a slice of honeydew, delicately taking the fruit between her teeth and chewing, not wanting to ruin her makeup.

"Thank you." she murmurs, a delicate sound like the soft, low notes of a harp or lyre, curtsying slightly to the man before her. She watches him carefully, concealing a grin. Nobody suspects. All is good.

She turns away, grabbing a slice of starfruit before winding her way over to Nolan.

"Beautiful night out, isn't it?" she asks, a carefully neutral tone in her words.

Nolan tilted his head, occasionally adjusting his blood-red mask as he stared across the sea of people. It was his father's decision he be here, of course. He would never come to such a function. Especially with the amount of pain he was dealing with recently. He sighed, settling back in the armchair and tapping his long, dark fingers across the ancient wood. His betrothed was here, the little prick. He had tried to be nice, but she simply was too stuck up for him. Not like he was interested in her anyways, or any women, for that matter. He looked around for his… servant. A title he didn't love giving to his boyfriend. Even though their love was secretive, they always danced at these events, and it always calmed the young duke. He sighed, sadly watching the crowd and wistfully hoping the night could pass faster.

The boy looked up to the white-haired noble, rolling his eyes slightly. "I suppose so." He muttered, resting his head softly in his hand

William, satisfied that the woman took some fruit, turns on his heel and strides away, where he waits solidly, like a statue, by the table filled with various foods.

Alice grins slightly, and kneels beside the young noble's seat. "It's me, you know. You don't have to pretend here. Correction: you do, but not the same way. Join me for a dance."

She gets up and holds out a hand for Noland, looking inviting and deadly in the dim light of the stars. Both moons are dark this night.

Nolan tilted his head a bit more, a small smile growing across his lips as he slowly stood to size up the girl. He took her hand, bowing slightly before stepping out onto the decorated floors. "Sounds lovely." He smirked through his gleaming white teeth.

Seraphina's hands shook as she surveyed the room full of men who sought her like a prize. This feast had lasted all week, with tournament and festival as part of it. The suitors had fought for her attention but, they had never stood a chance. Her heart was taken by someone she could never claim. Tonight was the ball that would decide her future.

She held back a laugh without success. As if the future was hers to decide. She was to marry Nolan. That was that. It was her only option if she wanted to be safe. The announcement was merely a formality. She smoothed her dress down and adjusted her emerald green mask.

She scanned the room once more and her breath caught in her chest; there he was. Not Nolan. Her love. God, he was handsome.. Their eyes met, she shook her head, ever so slightly. Sara turned away before she broke into ten million pieces.

William finally sighed and went to wisking about the room quickly offering fruit and other various trays of food her carried high like a prized trophy of some sorts.

He once doubled over with the pain and grasped the fabric of his suit that covered his stomach, he quickly set the plate down and hurried to the chambers which was known as his bedroom. He sat on his white sheeted bed and inhaled sharply then slowly exhaled, this lasted for almost a whole five minutes, in which his master could very well fire him for being laxy so he heaved himself up and paced the room.

After the wave of pain had passed he stood up, strided out of his chambers and back into the ballroom, where he picked his plate back up and stood, frozen like near the table.

Sara's eyes pricked as she watched Will leave the room. She slipped past the throng of people, dodging three requests to dance. She. Couldn't. Breathe.
Sliding into a side room, she sat down and fought the scream that threatened to overtake her. She swiped furiously at her eyes.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god." She couldn't decide if it was a plea for help or a cry to an empty sky. She pulled her knees to her chest and sobbed.
Footsteps pulled her back to reality, and she glanced up as the door pulled open. She glared at the (admittedly welcome) intruder and the fruit he held in his hands.
Heat filled her cheeks, and her voice came out cold. "You'll only make this harder."

Alice watches Nolan intently.

"Do not repeat any of what I shall tell you this night." she murmurs as they start dancing, leaning in close. "The Duchess Marie will die tonight. Nothing can be done. I am the culprit."

She then smiles as though she's complimenting him. For the benefit of the audience.

(yo Hufflepuff, what do you think of Vale and Will being a couple at some point? unless there are already plans for Will involving someone else that I missed, in which case that's totally fine :)

Duchess Marie was dancing with her partner. This ball had been organized by her sister, Seraphina's mother, though Marie had tried to tell her not to. That Seraphina shouldn't be pressed into a marriage so young. But Marie's sister had been insistent, and there was nothing that Marie could do about it. She was, after all, just the aunt. Her sister had always been furiously jealous of Marie's power and inheritance, and Marie couldn't help but wonder if going through with the ball against Marie's advice had been her sister's way of getting back at her. It would be a very shitty way of doing it, but she couldn't help but wonder.

Vale stood off to the side, a glass of wine in his hands. He was not one of Seraphina's potential suitors; he had made that quite clear from the beginning. He had been approached to be one, but had refused, citing some obscure faery law that they were pretty sure did not actually exist. Either way, it had worked; he was not a potential suitor, but it would have been quite rude not to invite him, the crown prince of the Winter Court. Most of the humans at the ball gave him a wide berth. He frightened them, they could see it in their eyes. The way people avoided them, taking a longer route just to avoid walking past them. They had even used glamour to make their eyes less otherworldly, and yet they were still being avoided like the plague. Interesting.

Alice, having said all she needed to say, nodded at Nolan. "Remember, keep it to yourself."

Excusing herself, she went off to find the faerie boy she'd seen earlier. Supposedly, he was some sort of Fae royalty. But she'd never put much stock in blood. At least, as far as relations were concerened. Leaning against the wall, she watched the Fae boy for a moment, then spoke up.

"So, a Fae? Tell me, why is it that you are here and not in the Courts, learning about ruling? Is it that you snuck out? Or have you been excused from your duties? she inquired.

Vale raised his eyebrows at her, a touch surprised to be spoken to so fearlessly. "This is part of my duties." he replied, waving a hand faintly. "I have had years of learning already, and visiting the human courts, learning about them, is also a part of them. After all, it is hard to have good relations with countries or courts that you know nothing of. So both of your guesses are wrong." he took a sip of his drink, watching her through those black eyes. He had put in whites for now, but there was still something inhuman and a touch unsettling about that gaze.