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Character: Lord Akeldama Fandom: Parasol Protectorate
Character Notes:
History: -Lord A. is at least 400 years old, possibly 500+. His exact age is never given. Almost nothing is known about his time before his change, although at one point (while dressing Alexia) he makes a comment that suggests he may have been some sort of servant at one point. -At some point, he settled in London and became a prominent member of society. -In Soulless, he, as one of London’s rogues, was kidnapped by the Hypocras Society for their experiments. He was nearly killed, but was rescued by Alexia shortly before he could be bled entirely dry. -In Changeless, while he could not accompany Alexia to Scotland, he stayed in contact with her via aethographic transmitter, sending the cryptic message “preternaturals always cremated at death,” which allowed Alexia to deduce that the supernatural plague was, in fact, the effect of an ancient mummified preternatural. Additionally, Biffy, his favorite drone, was instrumental in the “incident” which disabled the Westminster Hive’s transmitter, thus preventing them from learning that preternatural bodies could be weaponized. -In Blameless,Lord A. invited Alexia to live with him after both her family and husband kicked her out. Unfortunately, before she could take him up on the offer, Biffy was kidnapped and Lord A. panicked and swarmed, taking the rest of his drones elsewhere. He only returned after Biffy’s subsequent rescue and transformation to werewolf. After the Potentate’s not-so-unfortunate death in the same incident, Lord A. was named the new Potentate. Afterward, he resumed his former residence in London. (Sans Biffy.) -In Heartless, Lord A. spent a great deal of time moping over his lost love. He also arranged to and eventually did adopt Alexia’s baby to stop the Vampire Hives’ attacks on her. This arrangement necessitated Alexia and Conall moving into his third-best closet; his second-best became a nursery. As Potentate, he was involved in Alexia’s attempts to uncover the plot against the queen, though it eventually turned out to be against the vampiric queen and not Queen Victoria. As usual, when he himself was not available, his drones were at the ready to perform services like rescuing Alexia from whatever building(s) she’d collapsed/set on fire most recently in an airship. Toward the end of the novel, he shelters the Westminster Hive in his alley, but refuses to let them inside. He manipulates Alexia into taking them to Woolsey, which makes the the Westminster Hive the Woolsey Hive, and the Woolsey Pack the London Pack. It also clears out most of Lord A.’s stylish and scientific competition in London Society.
Personality: Lord Akeldama likes to present himself as a flamboyant fop, on the edge of being outrageous. He nicknames the people he likes with absolutely horrific monikers, like “blossom” or “buttercup” or “periwinkle.” He also speaks in italics, a mannerism which the narration frequently highlights. Although he is never impolite, he dresses and acts with such an over-the-top mannerism that most dismiss him as being silly and ineffectual -- which, of course, is exactly what he wants. As it happens, Lord A. is one of, if not the best informed member of society. He almost always knows exactly what is going on with any given person at any given time. This is mostly because, since he is so often dismissed, no one ever bothers to hide something.
He employs a large fleet of young, charming male drones for the exact same purpose. All of them are very pretty, very well-heeled, and utterly forgettable. They are often seen (and promptly overlooked) at every London party, where they bring their master back all the gossip they have acquired for him. They are also occasionally seen in much more declasse establishments for the same purpose, though again, they are often overlooked and forgotten as soon as they’re gone. Each of these drones was specifically chosen by Lord A. for looks, style, and wits, and he is very fond of them all, although Biffy is undeniably his favorite.
None of this is to say that he isn’t silly. Although he collects a great deal of information and all the latest technology, he rarely puts it it to use before becoming Potentate. Alexia even points out that most of the information he gleans he wants only to satisfy his own curiosity. Biffy constantly, and fondly, scolds him for being vain, which he is. He spent decades building up an immunity to citrus fruit so that he could use lemons to brighten his hair. He refuses to let any of his drones grow beards or mustaches, and mutton chops are only just tolerated. Although his clothing and drones are always the height of style, his home is rather old-fashioned. He confides in Alexia that he never really got past the Rococo Era.
Like all vampires, Lord A. is exceedingly polite. He does everything strictly as society demands, although he does seem to enjoy toying with people with his ridiculous persona. He is openly gay, and how much of a break that is from etiquette in Carriger’s Victorian England is never quite established. He also has a strong interest in science and the latest technology; he is one of the first private residences to own an aethorgraphic transmitter, and a private dirigible, and a harmonic disruptor. In short, he likes his toys, be they people or scientific.
In his rare moments of sobriety, however, he feels things very differently. In Soulless, when he believes he will die, his final request of Alexia is that, should they survive, she use her powers to neutralize his, so that he may see the sun again. When Biffy is transformed into a werewolf, it becomes apparent that Lord A. really did love him. He carries on for the entire next book acting as if Biffy had died, and, when Biffy finally seems ready to go, admits to Alexia that he’d prefer Biffy to be as miserable and pining as he is.
Other: Some of Lord A.’s status as a rove vampire (as opposed to being a member of a hive) is unclear. He is fiercely territorial and can sense other vampires in or on the edges of his territory. Additionally, like a hive queen, he is able to swarm, or rather, relocate himself and his drones if he feels his home is threatened. Unlike a hive queen, he cannot change his drones into vampires. Also, he is not confined to his house, and in fact, due to his age, has a larger than average radius in which he may travel. However, he prefers to stay at home and is nearly always found there. Worldhopping is right out.
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Character: Lord Akeldama
Fandom: Parasol Protectorate
Character Notes:
History:
-Lord A. is at least 400 years old, possibly 500+. His exact age is never given. Almost nothing is known about his time before his change, although at one point (while dressing Alexia) he makes a comment that suggests he may have been some sort of servant at one point.
-At some point, he settled in London and became a prominent member of society.
-In Soulless, he, as one of London’s rogues, was kidnapped by the Hypocras Society for their experiments. He was nearly killed, but was rescued by Alexia shortly before he could be bled entirely dry.
-In Changeless, while he could not accompany Alexia to Scotland, he stayed in contact with her via aethographic transmitter, sending the cryptic message “preternaturals always cremated at death,” which allowed Alexia to deduce that the supernatural plague was, in fact, the effect of an ancient mummified preternatural. Additionally, Biffy, his favorite drone, was instrumental in the “incident” which disabled the Westminster Hive’s transmitter, thus preventing them from learning that preternatural bodies could be weaponized.
-In Blameless,Lord A. invited Alexia to live with him after both her family and husband kicked her out. Unfortunately, before she could take him up on the offer, Biffy was kidnapped and Lord A. panicked and swarmed, taking the rest of his drones elsewhere. He only returned after Biffy’s subsequent rescue and transformation to werewolf. After the Potentate’s not-so-unfortunate death in the same incident, Lord A. was named the new Potentate. Afterward, he resumed his former residence in London. (Sans Biffy.)
-In Heartless, Lord A. spent a great deal of time moping over his lost love. He also arranged to and eventually did adopt Alexia’s baby to stop the Vampire Hives’ attacks on her. This arrangement necessitated Alexia and Conall moving into his third-best closet; his second-best became a nursery. As Potentate, he was involved in Alexia’s attempts to uncover the plot against the queen, though it eventually turned out to be against the vampiric queen and not Queen Victoria. As usual, when he himself was not available, his drones were at the ready to perform services like rescuing Alexia from whatever building(s) she’d collapsed/set on fire most recently in an airship. Toward the end of the novel, he shelters the Westminster Hive in his alley, but refuses to let them inside. He manipulates Alexia into taking them to Woolsey, which makes the the Westminster Hive the Woolsey Hive, and the Woolsey Pack the London Pack. It also clears out most of Lord A.’s stylish and scientific competition in London Society.
Personality:
Lord Akeldama likes to present himself as a flamboyant fop, on the edge of being outrageous. He nicknames the people he likes with absolutely horrific monikers, like “blossom” or “buttercup” or “periwinkle.” He also speaks in italics, a mannerism which the narration frequently highlights. Although he is never impolite, he dresses and acts with such an over-the-top mannerism that most dismiss him as being silly and ineffectual -- which, of course, is exactly what he wants. As it happens, Lord A. is one of, if not the best informed member of society. He almost always knows exactly what is going on with any given person at any given time. This is mostly because, since he is so often dismissed, no one ever bothers to hide something.
He employs a large fleet of young, charming male drones for the exact same purpose. All of them are very pretty, very well-heeled, and utterly forgettable. They are often seen (and promptly overlooked) at every London party, where they bring their master back all the gossip they have acquired for him. They are also occasionally seen in much more declasse establishments for the same purpose, though again, they are often overlooked and forgotten as soon as they’re gone. Each of these drones was specifically chosen by Lord A. for looks, style, and wits, and he is very fond of them all, although Biffy is undeniably his favorite.
None of this is to say that he isn’t silly. Although he collects a great deal of information and all the latest technology, he rarely puts it it to use before becoming Potentate. Alexia even points out that most of the information he gleans he wants only to satisfy his own curiosity. Biffy constantly, and fondly, scolds him for being vain, which he is. He spent decades building up an immunity to citrus fruit so that he could use lemons to brighten his hair. He refuses to let any of his drones grow beards or mustaches, and mutton chops are only just tolerated. Although his clothing and drones are always the height of style, his home is rather old-fashioned. He confides in Alexia that he never really got past the Rococo Era.
Like all vampires, Lord A. is exceedingly polite. He does everything strictly as society demands, although he does seem to enjoy toying with people with his ridiculous persona. He is openly gay, and how much of a break that is from etiquette in Carriger’s Victorian England is never quite established. He also has a strong interest in science and the latest technology; he is one of the first private residences to own an aethorgraphic transmitter, and a private dirigible, and a harmonic disruptor. In short, he likes his toys, be they people or scientific.
In his rare moments of sobriety, however, he feels things very differently. In Soulless, when he believes he will die, his final request of Alexia is that, should they survive, she use her powers to neutralize his, so that he may see the sun again. When Biffy is transformed into a werewolf, it becomes apparent that Lord A. really did love him. He carries on for the entire next book acting as if Biffy had died, and, when Biffy finally seems ready to go, admits to Alexia that he’d prefer Biffy to be as miserable and pining as he is.
Other: Some of Lord A.’s status as a rove vampire (as opposed to being a member of a hive) is unclear. He is fiercely territorial and can sense other vampires in or on the edges of his territory. Additionally, like a hive queen, he is able to swarm, or rather, relocate himself and his drones if he feels his home is threatened. Unlike a hive queen, he cannot change his drones into vampires. Also, he is not confined to his house, and in fact, due to his age, has a larger than average radius in which he may travel. However, he prefers to stay at home and is nearly always found there. Worldhopping is right out.
Additional Links:
His Wiki page
A character study by the author (Clicking the “Lord Akeldama” tag will bring you to his advice column.)
Lord A. on Dear Mun.
First Person (entry type):
Oh, la! Darling downy ducklings, you will never believe what our good friend Alexia has told me! Apparently, among your number are a great many scientists and, I am led to understand this is the new term, fashionistas. You’ve been holding out on me, my fuzzy little sunbeams! To think, all this time, I never even imagined. It is simply not to be born. I demand you tell me everything. All the styles and all the new inventions! I’m sure they’re absolutely delectable.
It is really such a shame I cannot worldhop. I remind you, though, darling water foul that you are, that you are all welcome to call on my house in London. We are such intimate friends that I feel the ache of your absence with every moment you are worlds away! You simply must come, and bring with you these wonderful designs from your homeworlds. We will dine on delicious victuals and gab away like old biddies. I can see us already and I assure you, we are a charming picture!
Third Person:
Lord Akeldama paced back and forth in his private study. Like the rest of his house, it was bit overwrought for modern tastes, but he found the surroundings comforting. He had a heavy mahogany secretary in the rococo style, its front embossed with gold leaf, and placed behind it was a delicate chair in matching wood with rose-embroidered upholstery. Across the room was a low tea cart, flanked by a setee and armchairs upholstered in mint -- an entertaining area, although this was his private study, and he took great pains never to have real business to attend to.
The secretary was open, and across the writing platform was spread a map, of sorts. On it, carefully labeled, were clusters of circles. Each one represented a distinct world and timeline Lord Akeldama had been able to identify on the community. The largest cluster, of course, was the various and alternate timelines on Earth, his own included. Further out, some linked and some isolated, were the non-Earth worlds, cities or entire planets that shared nothing in common with the world he knew.
There were simply too many of them to collect information in his normal way. Even if he could support that many drones, he didn’t like to spread himself too thin. It wouldn’t do to make his dronies feel neglected, especially as he’d so recently had a lesson in the danger of playing favorites.
Or course, there were other methods of espionage. It would bear thinking about... but not too much thinking. Such a dreadfully serious issue! Instead, he let his attention drift to the other problematic issue that confronted him -- Alexia’s unborn child.
With every day that went by, it became clearer that the vampire hives were not going to give up their attempts on the child -- and therefore, Alexia’s -- life. A solution would have to be found before they succeeded. Lord Akeldama positively despised inelegant solutions, and there was nothing less elegant than warring werewolves. He didn’t doubt it for a moment: whether or not the hives acknowledged the assassination order on Alexia, if she or the child was harmed, there would be a war. It would make such a mess.
Still, thinking about the mutual destruction of the Woolsey Pack and the Westminster Hive was infinitely preferable to the subject he couldn’t admit, even to himself, he was really avoiding. Biffy. On the subject of inelegant solutions, his was certainly among the highest. Of course he didn’t want his little droney-poo permanently dead, but eternal life as a werewolf --
He turned his attention back to the map on the secretary. Perhaps, if he fiddled with the remarkable device the community showed up on, he would be able to gain some insight into these other worlds. After all, the community was practically an espionage device all on its own. If he could only amplify its signal, he would know practically everything. How delightful.
He would have to put in a call to Madame Lefoux immediately.