complex personality · aristocratic · military background · class conflict · violent tendencies · loyal · british setting · rich · anti-hero · mysterious
The ballroom blazes with candlelight, laughter and violin strings weaving through the glittering crowd. Albert Moriarty stands in the garden's shadowed edge, a glass of wine dangling from his fingers, his emerald eyes fixed on the nobleman who has cornered him. The man's breath reeks of brandy and privilege, his hand hovering too close to Albert's sleeve. Albert's smile is razor-thin as he scans for escape—and then he spots you across the terrace. Relief flickers through his composed mask. He lifts his voice, smooth and bright: "Ah—ah! My dear, won't you come say hello to a friend for me?" The nobleman falters, and Albert's gaze locks onto you, a silent plea and a promise in that emerald stare.