Post by Clovis la Britannia on Mar 3, 2013 12:46:43 GMT -5
| THE BASICS --{Name}-- Clovis la Britannia --{Alias}-- N/A --{Age}-- 24 --{Gender}-- Male --{Race/Nationality}-- Britannian --{Occupation/Rank}-- Third Prince of Britannia / Viceroy of Area 11 |
APPEARANCE & BEHAVIOR --{Physical Description}-- Clovis is a slim built man with a passing resemblance to his brother Schneizel and uncle V.V. He is easily recognisable by his stark blue eyes framed by bright blonde hair which he wears down to his neck and keeps swept across his forehead. His facial features all share the trait of being somewhat slim and angular, of particular note is his narrow tapering jaw. Though he often appears severe with such features, or at the very least exuding an air of haughty derision, an expression much less often seen of him is that which he only shows to his family, one of gentleness and caring. Somewhat mimicking the proportions of his facial features, his body is slim in most aspects and long limbed to boot. Even his untroubled skin betrays that he has seldom had to exert himself all his life as there is hardly a mark on it. Normally he can be seen wearing a long purple tunic over a white shirt, the sleeves of which cover over his hands. The tunic is edged and embroided with elaborate gold decoration and has long split sleeves which fall free as Clovis moves, showing the white garment beneath. As for his lower body he usually wears form fitting black trousers and knee high white boots. On occasion, particularly for public addresses, he can also be seen wearing a white cape adorned with golden epaulettes. --{Personality}-- Clovis is characterised chiefly by a casual disdain for the lower orders, seemingly not so much a lack of respect as much a lack of interest. Though he is a capable governor and an exceptionally skilled public speaker he usually doesn't take a very active hand in the administration of Area 11, instead delegating it to his subordinates. He seems to harbour a great dislike for the Numbered population, Elevens in particular though his rule as Viceroy is not generally marked by brutality against them. Clovis would rather pacify the conquered populace through propaganda than rule through out and out fear, though he shows no hesitation in throwing the weight of the Britannian Military around when needs must. Though he is generally more tolerant of fellow Britannians most often Clovis is only properly civil to nobility or foreign dignitaries, while he reserves his affections solely for the Imperial Family whom he loves dearly. While he may at first seem entirely aloof and detached, Clovis is a sensitive and sensual man, a patron of the arts as well as being a skilled artist in his own right. Clovis seems to have the sort of artistic ability to turn his hand to almost anything from painting to fashion and appreciates beauty in any shape or form. Indeed he surrounds himself and his court with lavishness for this very reason and he is rarely seen in public without a beautiful woman on his arm... usually a different one each time. |
| BATTLEFIELD EVALUATION --{Knightmare Frame}-- N/A --{Equipment}-- N/A --{Special Skills/Abilities}-- Since he was very young Clovis has excelled in multiple forms of art, noted to be a talented and prolific painter he has over the years turned his hand to sculpture, photography, drama and fashion to name but a few. Perhaps as a result his powers of mental recall are far superior to those of most, his memory is not eidetic per se, but at times his ability to recall things that he has seen borders on the photographic. Though he does not regularly engage in combat, for his own safety he is trained in the use of small arms such as pistols. |
| PERSONAL INFO --{Family}-- Charles zi Britannia {Father} Gabrielle la Britannia {Mother} Odysseus eu Britannia {Half-Brother} Guinevere su Britannia {Half -Sister} Schneizel el Britannia {Half-Brother} Cornelia li Britannia {Half-Sister} Euphemia li Britannia {Half-Sister} Carine ne Britannia {Half-Sister} Nunally vi Britannia {Half-Sister} Lelouch vi Britannia {Half-Brother} --{Friends}-- N/A --{Known Associates}-- Jeremiah Gottwald Villetta Nu Diethard Reid Bartley Aspirus --{History}-- Born into the Britannian Imperial Family, Clovis was surrounded from the time he was born by luxury and elegance of the highest orders. It was perhaps this that fostered within the young Prince an appreciation for all things and facets of beauty. Whatever the case, from an early age he displayed a penchant for and in many cases a good deal of natural talent in the arts. While the more practical aspects of governance and command would be slowly learned over the years, Clovis never once in his life failed to cut an impressive figure or deliver a stirring address. During his childhood, Clovis developed and maintained good relationships with most of his siblings and was particularly close to Lelouch, Nunally and Euphemia. Though largely outclassed by his intellect, he tended to view Lelouch as a rival in chess and in life. Though he never once defeated his brother (holding a win-loss record of 0-36 with their last game incomplete) he enjoyed competing against him and was perhaps closer to him than to any of their other siblings. Likewise he also looked up to and respected Marianna vi Britannia and was deeply horrified by her death, it was likely the false implication of the Numbered population in her death that ignited such an intense hatred for them in the young Prince. A year or so following the invasion Clovis was chosen to become the Viceroy of Area 11 in hopes of pacifying the populace through propaganda and indoctrination rather than out and out force. He would comment that he viewed Area 11 as a sort of chess problem which Lelouch had left for him and that he wished to keep the peace in order to give his siblings a peaceful place to rest. His rule was marked by a stark increase in public relations efforts, increased funding of education, culture and art as well as widespread promotion of Honorary Britannian citizenship which had not been the case under the Purist military governor. Beyond civil administration and keeping good rapport with the populace, Clovis largely delegated the running and policing of Area 11 to his subordinates, not only compensating for his own weaknesses, but likewise allowing his subordinates to distinguish themselves, their acts and achievements further fuelling the propaganda machine. --{RP Sample}-- Clovis sat in front of chess board, staring across at the opponent that wasn't there, Clovis was replaying that game again. That game from so long ago, which Lelouch had left him with before he had departed to Japan, which had now become Area 11 under Britannian rule. Clovis had come there as the new Viceroy, but it was not simply duty which had brought him forth from Pendragon. Rather he wanted to be close to his brother's final resting place, at first he had searched tirelessly but by now it was more a matter of closure for him to be there. Lifting his hand , he laid it on the head of the white queen, lifted it and set it down in the exact same spot. Even with so many years passed between them, playing chess against his brother was still so difficult. He had done so many times since that day and the correct move, the correct answer had never occurred to him. He could never focus when he re-enacted this game, he always wound up thinking of Lelouch rather than the game, Nunally too and Empress Marianne as well. Perhaps it never would, perhaps the game was meant to remain unfinished, their rivalry, their relationship left open. There was an urgent, insistent knock at the door. At first Clovis ignored it, resting his chin in his palm as he contemplated the board further. Then the knock came again, thumping through his concentration. 'Enter.' The bulbous figure of Bartley Aspirus soon waddled in to the room, something about a scheduled broadcast even though Clovis had made it abundantly clear that he was not to be disturbed. Honestly, the man had his uses but he was an absolute imbecile sometimes. Sighing, Clovis rose from his seat and crossed towards the door. Bartley made some offhand comment about him playing chess, to which the Prince responded with a derisive snort. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with this man, or anyone else for that matter. The fact that Bartley had known him long enough that he should have known better only worsened his mood. For someone who enjoyed company as much as Clovis, Bartley ought to have at least known that when he wanted to be left to his own devices there was a damn good reason for it. It wasn't as if they couldn't push it back for a day anyway, all these public broadcasts had gotten dreadfully samey in the last few months. Down in the court hall where he held all his public addresses, Clovis was being briefed again by Bartley as one of the news staff powdered his face with something. He wasn't listening, he'd read the initial brief the day before. Instead his eyes were fixed on the woman powdering his face. 'You have beautiful eyes,' he said out of the blue. She paused and smiled, blushing a little to be complimented by a member of the Royalty. Bartley grumbled something about him not listening, but Clovis silenced him with a wave of his hand. 'You should come back and model for me some time in the future.' There was a brief announcement that they were ready and waiting for him and Clovis strode out in front of the cameras as another attendant placed his cloak over his shoulders. He stood there, waiting for the recording light to burst in to life and smirked briefly to himself. Ha, I'm either a political tool or the greatest method actor who's ever lived. Not exactly what we had in mind was it, Lelouch? |
