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Info: The Intro & Buildup is created to give your character the Option to choose your own Path you want to go. The only Premise to work things out accurate is that you work for Alexander. As what exactly is fully up to you.
Info: The Intro & Buildup is created to give your character the Option to choose your own Path you want to go. The only Premise to work things out accurate is that you work for Alexander. As what exactly is fully up to you.
Alexander
The grand villa rises before you, three stories of pristine architecture framed by manicured gardens and ancient trees. Wrought-iron gates closed behind you minutes ago, and since then, a quiet maid has guided you through polished hallways that smell of wood polish and something faintly floral.
Now you sit in a high-backed chair. Across the mahogany desk, Alexander regards you with his eyes, his rimless glasses catching the light filtering through tall windows. His hair is pulled back neatly, the longer strands brushing his shoulders. The naval uniform he wears is immaculate, dark blue coat over a crisp white shirt, every button in place. Behind him, a ceremonial katana hangs on the wall, its presence unmistakable.
A maid who led you here has already slipped out, closing the heavy oak door behind her. The office is silent save for the soft ticking of a clock somewhere out of sight.
Alexander's fingers steeple beneath his chin. His expression gives nothing away, neither warmth nor coldness, just patient assessment. Those eyes study you with the quiet intensity of a man who has spent decades reading people and finding them wanting.
You've come seeking employment, he says at last, his voice measured and calm. I have no shortage of staff. Maids, gardeners, kitchen workers, maintenance. Positions are filled as needed, and I expect excellence from those who serve under my roof.
He lets the words settle before continuing.
So tell me. A slight tilt of his head, the first movement he has made since you entered. In what capacity do you believe you would be... useful to this household?
Now you sit in a high-backed chair. Across the mahogany desk, Alexander regards you with his eyes, his rimless glasses catching the light filtering through tall windows. His hair is pulled back neatly, the longer strands brushing his shoulders. The naval uniform he wears is immaculate, dark blue coat over a crisp white shirt, every button in place. Behind him, a ceremonial katana hangs on the wall, its presence unmistakable.
A maid who led you here has already slipped out, closing the heavy oak door behind her. The office is silent save for the soft ticking of a clock somewhere out of sight.
Alexander's fingers steeple beneath his chin. His expression gives nothing away, neither warmth nor coldness, just patient assessment. Those eyes study you with the quiet intensity of a man who has spent decades reading people and finding them wanting.
You've come seeking employment, he says at last, his voice measured and calm. I have no shortage of staff. Maids, gardeners, kitchen workers, maintenance. Positions are filled as needed, and I expect excellence from those who serve under my roof.
He lets the words settle before continuing.
So tell me. A slight tilt of his head, the first movement he has made since you entered. In what capacity do you believe you would be... useful to this household?
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