Count-Consort Evander Darkwater
No, I'm fine. Just... *cough* Just let me catch my breath.
Description: Tall and impossibly thin, this man has a spidery look about him, all gangly arms and legs that he somehow manages with a modicum of grace. Hair that's somewhere between light brown and dark blonde hangs in a shaggy style, framing a fine featured face that would be handsome if it filled out a little bit. His gray eyes look like all of the color has been washed out of them, and hold a sense of detachment, as though he's observing the world from very far away. When he speaks, his voice is soft and breathless, a delicate tenor that has been roughened by his constant coughing.
Personality: On the surface, Evander is a calm, centered man, soft spoken and too weak to fall prey to the throes of strong emotion. A lot of his sickness is in his lungs, such that he can never catch his breath well enough to raise his voice, and in most things, he's happy to go along to get along, letting the tides of life take him to and fro as they will. Never a well man even when he's not ill, he's learned to accept the limitations of his body and to work around them as best he can. For someone who doesn't know him well, this frail exterior is all they'll ever see, and it's enough for a lot of people to dismiss him.
But under the faded velveteen glove, there's an iron will and a mind like a steel trap. Evander has faced death more than once in his young life, and the experience has given him a sense of perspective far beyond his years, which is why he generally doesn't let the little things bother him. But in situations where something that he sees as important is at stake, he shows himself to be uncompromising and almost totally without fear. When it comes time to take a stand, this frail wisp of a man will dig in his heels and good luck moving him.
Background: For the first seven years of Evander Kennex's life, almost every letter sent from Stormward included the words: "And young Evander still lives." He was sickly from birth, and was so often ill and so weak even when he was well that everyone expected him to die in childhood. But year after year, somehow, he hung on.
Evander's parents, maybe trying to insulate themselves from the inevitable pain of losing him, were never terribly close to him. Oh, they went through the motions, certainly, but there was almost a reluctance to it. And then Evander's mother, Lady Girasol, went missing when he was still only five years old. No one ever accused Evander to his face, of course, but still it was whispered that Lord Wayne's second wife had been unable to bear her son's sickly nature, and had thrown herself from the cliffs into the ocean in despair.
But if he lacked in parental affection, his older half-sisters Catalana and Jan doted on him. Catalana was as much a mother to him as an older sister, always checking up on him, always seeing to his needs, and Jan protected him from more than one would-be bully through the judicious breaking of noses. He spent the days when he was well enough to leave his room in the library with Niklas and Elara, although he was always too ill to go with them on their various adventures. Evander grew up with the grim understanding that because of his poor health, most of the wide world would be forever closed to him, and because of this, while Niklas' interests veered towards legends and fantastic tales, Evander devoured non-fiction. History, travelogues, current events, practical books of instruction in esoteric subjects, it didn't matter. He read it all. He didn't expect his life was going to be a long one, and wanted to experience as much of the world as he could in the time he had, even if he could only experience it through books.
Against all expectations (even his own), the years ticked by and somehow Evander didn't die. He got close more than once, but either through Victoria's stubbornness and skill or his own iron will, he always recovered. He even felt well enough to travel. Just a short jaunt to a neighboring island, but still the first time he'd ever left Stormward. It was a mistake that almost cost him his life.
Evander was on that island, visiting what amounted to a Kennex country home, when Ford freed the thralls with the stroke of a pen, and without warning anyone. The island he was visiting held a large plantation where the thralls rioted, and violence consumed the surrounding countryside. Evander's guards were able to spirit him away in a daring escape just as the rioters closed in, but the whole experience was too much for his fragile health. He caught a fever that came as close to killing him as anything he ever had. But the experience left him more determined than ever to conquer his poor health and to use all of the knowledge he'd built up over a lifetime of reading to help his family. With the death of the Marquis, Evander has decided that it's time to make the journey to Arx, where he hopes to make himself useful -- assuming he can just catch his breath for a moment.
|Aethan||Cat and Jan's brother. Hard to say he looks //well//, but relatively well, for him.|
|Asriel||He is.. distinct.. amongst the other members of House Kennex. As someone who is much the same in regards to House Darkwater, I feel I understand how well it can breed unique and unusual talents in a person. Lord Evander Kennex and I shall have to find more conversation. I'm led to believe the man enjoys a good letter. Perhaps I will test that tidbit of wisdom.|
|Cambria||We became friends through ink alone. For years, I thought him gone. Sometimes, life offers surprises that are happy ones.|
|Catalana||My baby brother. How did I survive so long without seeing him daily? I would move heaven and earth to see him happy in his old age.|
|Cerdensulathara||A charming and handsome man. He is also well-spoken and intelligent.|
|Delilah||He's a rare cut stone, a grimoire not always seen on first glimpse but possessed of immense wisdom and knowing. Sometimes what he says catches me by surprise, the nuanced understanding a shape of an idea presented in its fullness. I wish we could speak more. There's so much to learn. Darkwater has unnaturally gifted folk about!|
|Elloise||Very literal. More understanding for the scientific arts than others, but ... VERY literal.|
|Ian||Turns out he's not dead. So that's good.|
|Isidora||A man like me that needs quiet time with books and knowledge. I do hope he does learn that though books are wonderful there are some experiences that can only be found in shared company.|
|Kenna||I believe I heard him say he was here for his work towards discipleship? I wish him all the calm that the Shrine of the Thirteenth can bring.|
|Lucita||One of the Kennex family. He sems more interested in books and scholarship than in sailing. He has a kind heart, wanting to help one of Luci's friends who has a particular affliction disabling her voice. He asks intelligent questions and is a good listener.|
|Mikani||Another scholar with a love of all information. If I had more time I would have loved to started a chat.|
|Miranda||A quiet Lord, this man of Kennex. Seemed shy to learn people actually read the whites. Interesting.|
|Niklas||My scholarly cousin. I could demand Elara go off with me in trouble and on adventures, but not so Evander. I'm glad to see him out and away from home!|
|Olivia||Jan's sibling and a consummate gentleman. Near impossible to tease also!|
|Pharamond||We didn't get to speak much, the the Lord Kennex shares the table and company of good people. If they have faith in him, then I do too.|
|Porter||I'm not jealous often, and maybe it's not really /jealousy/, exactly. But Evander has always seemed so much... smarter than me. And honestly he has a bit more willpower and self-restraint than I'm ever like to have. I suppose it takes all kinds to make up the world. We're lucky to have him around.|
|Quintin||Apparently an avid reader. I can certainly identify with that.|
|Reese||A charming scholar with an interest in books who I hopes comes to visit one day.|
|Rosalie||Another Kennex, and another scholar in their family. Its good to see them branching out from all being gregarious socialites or pirate-hunters.|
|Sabella||Catalana's brother and Niklas' cousin, who I'm told is a scholar and who I'm sure knows a great many things about any number of subjects! He seems very learned and polite and even indulged me in making introduction at Wash and Lord Rysen's hunt. I'm quite sure we will end up being the best of friends!|
|Sanya||The lord seems personable, kind hearted and well spoken, it was truly a pleasure to have met him.|
|Sorrel||Quick and sharp, this Kennex lord has quite the intellect and is a great boon to the Scholars. I look forward to seeing how he conducts himself as a researcher and what we might learn together.|
|Teireno||Quite a friendly Kennex Lord. I wish him good health.|
|Tyrus||A fellow lover of books. I expect we'll run into one-another in the House library, and all other places where books might be found.|
|Wash||Poor kid is going to get chewed up and eaten alive in Arx. I can't stand to watch.|
|Zoey||Always with those books! I understand the allure, but I still want to see you get out more. I promise I won't try to match you with anyone.|