To those who do not know of Fletcher-Damian's personal life, not that they would need to, he seems like a respectable young man. He travels across the land, searching for allies or enemies. With a tongue as smooth as silver, Fletcher can quickly change one's opinion, whether or not he was persuasive, or persuasive. He holds himself to a higher standard, always striving for perfection, and most of the time, reaching it. A dream of his is to surpass his parents' expectations and become a ruler of the land, molding it and shaping it to his whim. He never says anything brash, and obeys every single word his two great parents, the King and the Queen, say to him. He is obedient, and thoughtful. Charming and kind. The perfect son. The one that will go to no end to continue his parents' work and fulfill their legacy.
He is quite a hit with the ladies, using his quick wit to make playful but sweet pick up lines and gain their favor. Even though he's not one for older women, he finds it useful to speak to them as if they were in their prime. When out of town with his parents, they get compliments on his behavior and how well mannered he is. Fletcher is well-read in etiquette and knows how to act to be presentable. The twenty-two year old is nicely dressed at all times, wearing his signature cravat. A simple thing, light, silk, and embroidered with golden thread. He finds it absolutely necessary to dress nicely, regardless of whether or not he is leaving the castle or not. He believes that if he dresses smart at all times, he will keep up his A-plus behavior and constantly be in perfect shape.
But, to those he should know best, they would laugh at everything written above. To them, all of this is a mask. A quick flick or a negative word, and the mask will shatter. Perfectionism turns into lunacy, charming turns into manipulative, kind and open turns into distant and disgusted. Fletcher-Damian does not care for "family values" and only wishes to be successful. Being born only two years after Constantine Reinette, Fletcher strives to pass her and rule instead of her. He believes that if he works his hardest, he will become better than anyone ever could, and someone would take notice and put him up on a pedestal. He doesn't care for his sisters' well being, much less even acknowledges one of them. His thoughts on Constantine are that she is weak, and too empathetic with her actions toward Alexandria. Alexandria to him, is just scum. Not born with a royal crest or gem, she is considered unnecessary to him. He has barely spoken a word to her in his self-centered bubble, and rarely speaks with Constantine in general. He uses Constantine's need for attention from her parents against her, and shoves his encounters with them in her face, possibly twisting words. Fletcher finds others to be of no use to him, relying only on them to get climbs small steps over their heads. When on travels by himself, he never sends letters home unless he needs money or assistance, which is next to never. His whereabouts are usually unknown, and he only returns to the castle to write or let his family know his successes and that he is still alive. He's not much of a fan to the castle anyways
His personal life is quite, well, personal. His family back at the castle doesn't really pay much attention to him, so he has plenty of time for himself. He is fluent in latin, and spends time writing journals or short stories in the dead language, since not many can read or understand it anymore. One of his few joys is writing poems. He publishes these under the pen name of "Vladimir", and sells few copies to the town below, just for fun. The poems bring him a sense of peace and tranquility, and it's his guilty pleasure. He also enjoys fencing and sword fighting, having his own custom made blade, a rapier with a silk ribbon attached to the end. The blade is light and handy,and he keeps it close by. Fletcher does enjoy taking very long, extensive walks and returning home in the deep night. Although some might think he plots and schemes, he's actually alright company. It takes a lot to be able to handle his personality and his flaws, but he has a couple of friends that he travels with once in a while. One is a pet crow, affectionately dubbed "Nevermore". The bird is quite smart and can speak like a cockatiel. He and this bird are very close, Fletcher having saved it a long while ago from a rude cat. He enjoys reading and being on his own, and also speaking to his bird and teaching it short words.
Fletcher tends to have dark days sometimes, when he locks himself in his room. Usually, it's when he becomes sick of holding up his illusion. The room becomes trashed and Fletcher feels reality drown him. He knows, deep inside, that he will never be able to be king, and that all of this is just to give himself some sort of purpose for existing. He's not sure what will happen to him in the future, and because of this, he dreads it. He avoids all speak of the future, and only vaguely refers to it. Fletcher can be listless on these days, barely responding or eating. This usually passes in a few days, and he returns to his chipper, usual self.
Fletcher is an mystifying individual, and just like his gem, he can go from a shining emerald, to a dubious ruby with a flick of a switch.
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