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Lord Cornelius Blackshore

Every ambitious move is a gamble.

Social Rank: 6
Concept: Ruthless Social Climber
Fealty: Thrax
Family: Blackshore
Gender: male
Marital Status: widowed
Age: 53
Birthday: 10/30
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Shipwright
Height: tall
Hair Color: chestnut with silver flecks
Eye Color: cerulean
Skintone: sun-bronzed

Description: Light flecks of silver pepper the edges of his chestnut locks. Swirling cerulean eyes that have the hints of crow's feet at the edges reflect whatever the occasion calls for. Proud nose connects him to a long line of ancestry. Smooth tongue, smiling lips and deep voice that always have the right words for any situation. Even though he's experienced the rigors of age causing a little rounding here and there, his powerful body would rival any young man. Whatever scars the man carries are not for public viewing.

Personality: A hint of steel lies beneath the smooth tones of his voice. Commanding without even having to say a word, he draws others to his web by radiating confidence. Brilliant mind that sees opportunities not roadblacks in his ambitions. A fine connoisseur of beauty, he is selective on his associations, claiming his allegiance to his departed wife keeps him from developing anything deeper.

Background: With other heirs apparent, it was clear when Cornelius was born that he would never inherit Blackshore Isle. However, he was groomed to serve his brother Oswald by the stern, unforgiving hand of his father. Mother was nothing more than a glittering show piece that was valued only by her ability to engage their social peers in the drawing room. He never found any maternal warmth from her. Under the harsh rule of a Thraxian warlord, Cornelius quickly learned to navigate among some of the most ruthless warriors of the Compact.

Cornelius met Lady Florence Gilden, his future wife, at a society event. She was nothing like what he was used to. Fragile, vulnerable and so trusting. It was easy to sweep her off her feet, and convince her to marry him. Of course her family had misgivings that he was ten years her senior and only after her dowry, but he managed to convince the idealistic artist that he had only eyes for her. They were married after a quick courtship. It was her dowry that allowed him to launch his career as a naval architect for House Thrax.

Serving Donrai was never easy, and his back bears the scars of a few missed gambles but overall he managed to get the High Lord to sponsor his ideas. When his first son, Romulius, was born while his brother had yet to produce an heir, other ambitions caused him to stop more often to visit Oswald. Florence never liked him so he was careful to balance those two when they were together. The next few years passed quickly, his fortunes ebbed and flowed depending on his investments. Dycard and Skye were born. His family thrived on their many travels as he gave his duty to the Compact. While Florence's health seemed to wane as time passed, others would remark that he was the consummate family man.

Cornelius will tell you it was a difficult decision to leave his wife with his brother, but her wasting illness got to the point where she needed more medical care. He managed to convince Oswald to take his wife in. Then he placed his daughter there to assist with her care. Of course, he kept his sons by his side to make sure they would learn the business. There were times that he perhaps in reflection were harsh, but he only was trying to raise them to be warriors that would thrive under Donrai's rule. As a staunch traditionalist, he managed to gather popularity among his peers.

All the pieces were in place. His daughter had gained favor with Oswald, his oldest son was being groomed to be the heir of Blackshore. Dycard was a bit of a disappointment, being more of a dandy than a warrior, but perhaps in time he would find his place in society. Then it happened, the reavers attacked their ship. Cornelius bravely fought off the pirates, creating an escape route. He yelled at his oldest son to come, but the foolish man wouldn't leave Dycard. The window of opportunity was closing. Suddenly Cornelius had to face a decision to escape or be taken by the pirates with his sons. In a split second, Cornelius chose escape, promising himself that he would return with troops to free Romulius and Dycard. He traveled back to Blackshore Isle to rally his brother, only to find the isle in ruins. Everyone was dead. Without the means himself to rescue his family, Cornelius was forced to lean back on his wits. To lean on others more powerful than himself, slowly rebuilding his connections.

Relationship Summary


Deceased:
  • Florence - My dearly departed wife. There are days I look across the way at the dinner table and expect to see your smiling face. I will never take for granted your precious time with me. Thank you.
  • Oswald - My elder brother. You could have done better. You could have BEEN better. And you chose complacency. I have no more will to defend you with.

  • Family:
  • Romulius - My firstborn. The heart of the family, Sword of New Hope, and now a Prince of Thrax. I am immeasurable proud of the man you have become. I shall always be your most staunch of motivators, my son.
  • Dycard - My second son. Where your brother found my words, at first, poison, you allowed me the moments to show my worth as your father again. You are the reason, in this lifetime, I may be able to reach amends with your brother. I will not fail you both again.
  • Skye - My precious daughter. You have committed to your role with such grace and poise. I know it was not ideal, but you have become more than capable. You are mighty. All my love, darling.
  • Aedric - My brother. There is no wit of words I can use to express the way in which I hold reverence for what you have done and continue to do for this family. For our family. You are the Will of Blackshore, and I shall ever be your shield whenever you call upon me, brother.
  • Iseulet - My dear niece. Surely you have heard such things of your father, but you are doing right by him in this time and place. I know some facets of the city have not been kind to you, but you shall find happiness yet. Be strong, my dear.
  • Name Summary
    Apollo He's so formal. But in the most delightfully verbose way. It's like a sonnet of niceties.
    Haakon There are worse folk to to be trapped near in an Assembly. Some wit to him.
    Iseulet Still my favorite and most adored Uncle.
    Lianne An effortless gentleman. It's plain to see from whence my dear friend learned his manners.
    Quinley A family member as withdrawn as I am. This is suspicious.
    Raimon The Lord Cornelius Blackshore. Romulius' father! If my great friendship with the son be any guide, the father must also be an estimable man. I dearly hope to learn more of him. Well - met, indeed, at the Ebb and Flow, in the company of Raven and Denica!
    Sedna A passing acquaintance from the Mourning Isles, reunited in Arx. His concerns are the sort only a decent man could have, and only after much needed self-reflection.