Evander
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Evander
I could rule a court or ruin your life, depends on how the afternoon goes.
+Full Name+
Evander
+Alias(es)+
Vander, E, My Lord
+Birthday+
He bloomed with the spring flowers
+Court Affiliate+
The Spring Court
+Race+
High Fae
+Class+
Courtier, called The Seedling of Spring
+Scar/Tattoos+
No scars
He has tattoos of rose vines that arise from the waist of his pants and crawl up his body where roses bloom on his shoulders and chest.
+Relationship+
No mate, no prospects
+Occupation+
Owner of an estate and lands that are farmed by lesser fairies
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+Height+
6' 2" (185 cm)
+Weight+
175 pounds (79kg)
+Hair Colour+
Golden Dirty Blonde (Sable)
+Eye Colour+
Warm green eyes
+Addictions+
Power, flowers, sword play and hunting
+Other Enjoyments+
Drinking, sex, and dancing
+Voice+
His voice is described as rich, warm honey. Light and musical, carrying the effortless charm of a sunny breeze, which makes his rare moments of anger even more shocking.
+Scent+
Honeysuckle, wild mint, and rain-drenched earth
+Theme Song+
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In the Spring Becomes the Rose
Appearance:
He has the kind of beauty that doesn’t ask for attention. He takes it the moment he steps into a room. Golden hair falls in soft, unruly waves, framing sharp green eyes that seem to notice more than they should, always carrying that quiet, unsettling awareness. His features are real but not perfect, his build lean and defined from use, with sun-warmed skin and an ease of movement that feels controlled without effort. Black rose-vine tattoos wind from his shoulder across his chest and down his ribs and arms, fine-lined and organic, shifting naturally with him rather than sitting neatly on top. He dresses in layered fabrics of deep greens and muted golds, soft linens and light silks that move with him, catching the light like sunlight through leaves. His shirts are worn slightly open and sleeves pushed back without thought. Nothing about him is rushed; every movement is deliberate, every glance measured. He looks like something soft, something beautiful, until you realize he carries himself like someone who already knows how things will end.
Personality:
He was raised in power, and it shows. It shows in the way he moves through the world as if it will always make room for him. Wealth and status shaped him early, carving confidence into something that borders on arrogance, though he wears it too easily to seem forced. He doesn’t question whether he belongs in the Spring Court’s upper ranks. Instead, he assumes it, the same way one assumes the sun will rise. Charm comes naturally to him, but it is rarely accidental; every smile, every softened word is chosen, placed with the same care as a move on a chess board he is always quietly playing.
Beneath that ease sits something far more deliberate. He is patient, observant, and deeply strategic, with ambitions that stretch well beyond his current place within the court. He doesn’t chase power recklessly, but rather he cultivates it, allowing others to underestimate him while he learns where the true leverage lies. He enjoys control, but more than that, he enjoys the moment someone realizes he has it. For all his arrogance, he is not careless; he knows when to be warm, when to be distant, and when to let silence do the work for him. If he takes the Spring Court, it will not be through force alone. It'll be because, long before anyone notices, he has already made it inevitable.
Education:
From the moment he could walk, Evander was not raised as a noble’s son. He was raised as a contingency. His parents shaped him with the quiet, unwavering belief that if the High Lord were to fall, the power of the Spring Court would find its way to him. Every lesson, every expectation, every carefully controlled failure was designed to prepare him for a crown he was never openly promised but always intended to claim. His education was extensive and deliberate, spanning court politics, diplomacy, economics, and the intricate management of land and resources that sustain the Spring Court’s wealth. He was trained to read people as easily as ledgers, to understand power not just as something held, but something grown, shifted, and quietly taken.
Alongside this came mastery over his magic—particularly his connection to plant life and the land itself—refined through both study and practice until it became as instinctive as breathing. Beyond formal instruction, he was immersed in the rituals and traditions of the court, most notably Calanmai, where he learned not only its sacred purpose but its vulnerabilities. He was taught to observe, to anticipate, and to step in where others would hesitate. And over time, what began as preparation became expectation, not just within his family, but whispered throughout the court itself. Many already look at him and see what could come next. Evander has never questioned if, only when.
Profession:
Evander serves as the Spring Court’s Advisor on Trade & Agriculture, a role that places him quietly at the center of its prosperity. With a natural affinity for plant magic and stewardship over his own vast estate, he possesses an intimate understanding of harvest cycles, rare flora, and land management. His guidance shapes the court’s wealth as much as its landscape, making him an indispensable voice in matters of growth, export, and resource control, though few realize just how much influence he’s already cultivated beneath that title.
He also holds the position of Ritual Overseer for Calanmai and the Summer Solstice, managing the logistics, borders, and security of the traditional ceremonies with meticulous precision. While the High Lord is lost to the magic of Fire Night (Calanmai), Evander ensures the court remains protected, positioning sentinels with calculated care to guard against threats without disrupting the sanctity of the ritual. And during the Solstice events, he ensures the fires are high, the music is joyous, and the wine is plentiful. It is a role he takes seriously, perhaps more than most, because of his connection to the land and its power. And in both positions, he stands exactly where he intends to be: close enough to power to shape it… and one step closer to claiming it.
Skills:
He fights the way spring itself survives. He is adaptable, deliberate, and impossible to stamp out once it takes hold. His magic is not a spectacle; it is control. He coaxes life from failing ground, turns rot into renewal, and bends the terrain to his advantage without ever losing precision. Vines tighten where they’re needed, roots shift underfoot, branches answer like extensions of his will, but never wildly, and never without purpose. Every use of his power is measured, restrained, and efficient.
His weaponry reflects the same discipline. The rapier is his primary language, and with it, he is fast, exacting, and intelligent. He favors clean footwork and tight control, using reach and timing to outmaneuver rather than overpower, slipping inside guard lines and ending fights with minimal wasted motion. With a bow, he is controlled and economical, drawing smoothly, holding only as long as necessary, and releasing with practiced consistency. In close quarters, his dual daggers shift his style, adopting lower stances, tighter movements, and faster transitions. He becomes harder to read, striking from angles that punishes hesitation and reward awareness. He does not rely on speed alone; he relies on placement, timing, and control. Every movement serves a purpose, and once he commits, he finishes it.
Lover:
Evander feels more than he lets on. Far more. Beneath the control, the arrogance, and the careful cultivation of power, there is a part of him that yearns for connection in a way he was never meant to. He is drawn to closeness, to the quiet intimacy of being known, though he guards that desire fiercely, as if acknowledging it too openly would make it a liability. And in many ways, it is. If a connection threatens the image he’s built—or worse, the future he intends to claim—Evander does not hesitate to pull away. What might have softened into something genuine can turn, almost abruptly, into distance, dismissal, or a sharp-edged indifference that feels colder than it should. It is not that he stops feeling. It’s that he chooses not to. For him, love is not just a risk. It is something that must be weighed against power. And if forced to choose, he will always convince himself he made the right decision.....even if it costs him more than he will ever admit.
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