Lord Anthony Jacoby

Son of Andrew Jacoby, Duke of Kenilworth. 23 year old first-year graduate student.

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“Well that’s a lucky coincidence!” Avi said, relief evident in her voice. It would be so much easier to follow a guide than to find her own way or potentially misinterpret any directions. She watched him as he graciously offered to take her bag for her, and though she was tempted to let him, she shook her head. “That’s very nice of you, really, but I can manage it on my own. I’m already following you around, I don’t want to make you drag my stuff around too.” She waved his hand away with a good-natured smile. As much as she’d appreciate his help, she didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness. 

He raised an eyebrow at her, shrugging as he dropped his hand back to his side. “Well then don’t be mad when your arms get tired and I won’t help!” Anthony laughed, already beginning their walk to the dorms. He didn’t walk fast, not really feeling the need too as he didn’t mind talking to her. Of course he said that he wouldn’t help her, but he knew that he would if she really needed it. The chance to tease her a bit was just too appealing for him not to do so. “I’m Anthony Jacoby by the way.” The boy finally introduced himself. It felt weird, introducing himself without his title. He also thought it wold seem weird if he had given her his title right away, pretentious almost. 

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“Ah, figures.” Avianna conceded easily, supposing it was just her luck that she’d missed them. It hadn’t helped that her flight had been long and delayed. She hadn’t travelled much in her life to know either way, but she figured today hadn’t been the smoothest of travel days and she was eager to find her dormitory and sleep off the jet lag. “If you could help me find the graduate dorms, I’d really appreciate it.” She said, pocketing her phone and giving him a tired smile. “This suitcase weighs a ton, I swear, and I’d rather not drag it around in circles all day.” 

He’d been correct, she wasn’t a freshman and instead was an older student. A graduate student like he was. “Well that’s where I live and where I was heading, so I think I’ll be able too.” He told her with a smile. At the mention of her suitcase he reached out to grab it, though stopped before he actually had. “I can drag it around for you if you want? It’s not too far and you look pretty beat.” Anthony told her as he waited to see if she would hand the suitcase over or not. It was the polite and gentlemanly thing to do in the situation. If she said know he would probably as once again, though he wouldn’t push too much on it as it wasn’t too big of a deal. Plus he wasn’t very stubborn, a trait that he probably should have at least a bit.

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Who: Avianna Brooks & Anyone.  When: Friday, September 1st, 2028. 2:20pm. Where: Campus main entrance. 

Avianna took a moment to double count the crisp Genovian currency before handing it to the taxi driver, unused to the look of the foreign notes. It was thrilling to be in a different country with its old cobblestoned streets, low buildings, and rolling green landscape. It felt as though Avianna had fallen into an illustration in a children’s fairytale picture book, and she couldn’t help glancing around as she waved at the driver to stay seated and pulled her own bags out of the trunk. “Thanks!” She said, shouldering her backpack and kicking her suitcase so she could drag it behind her. 

Glancing down at her phone, she scrolled through her emails for her dorm information and began walking. “Hey, sorry, you don’t know if there’s a welcoming committee or something around here, do you?” She asked a nearby student, hoping someone might be able to give her directions. 

Anthony had been gotten to the school that morning, already settling everything into his dorm room. While every year there were new faces, this year held the most with the acceptance of ‘commoners’ to the school. The term unsettled him, though mainly because he couldn’t help but think of it as slightly derogatory. “Huh?” He said for a moment, processing what the girl had just asked him. “Oh, yeah there was earlier. Though mainly for freshman.” He told her. Looking at her she seemed a little too old to be a freshman, though by the question he assumed she was new to the school. “I’ve got some time though if you need help finding the dorms or something though.” He smiled, glancing at her suitcase as it was an obvious indicator that she had yet to be settled in. 

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most adorable dad + husband

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Let’s welcome [ Anthony Jacoby ] who is part of the [ Graduate ] class this year. Isn’t it freaky how much they look like [ Grant Gustin ] ?! Well, this [ Rose Colored Glass ] is getting a master’s in [ Photography ] . People say they are [ + charismatic ] and [ + Leaderly ] but can be [ - Hesitant ] and [ - Passive ]. They are [ Male ] and would love it if you used [ he/him ] as their pronouns.   ☓ This student is actually the [ 23 ] year old [ Son ] of the [ Duke of Kenilworth ] of [ England ]… Things are about to get interesting in St. Amelie !!

Aesthetics ‣ 

flower gardens, film, glass half full, quiet libraries, classical music, large ballrooms, 

History

After Princess- now Queen Mia stopped the wedding between her and Andrew Jacoby, he was a little lost for a bit. Thankfully he wasn’t the only one as Lady Elyssa seemed to be in a similar boat. Sure she hadn’t been left at the alter, but she’d been in a sort of courtship with Nicholas at the time. While neither were technically royalty, they were both in a high enough nobility that there was only a little resistance from Andrew’s mother. Her only disappointment was that Elyssa wasn’t going to be a Queen. But they had much more than ‘fondness’ together, and who could take that away from them? Shortly after they had Anthony, who spent his childhood aspiring to become just like his father. 

From following after him, Anthony picked up the hobby of photography. While it was something that Andrew hadn’t been able to pursue professionally, he saw no reason why Anthony couldn’t do it on the side until he assumed his title. Which is how he found himself at St. Amelie, having studied political science and photography in undergrad, only to focus on photography alone in graduate school. It wasn’t exactly traditional, but he enjoyed it. Plus Anthony had been a fairly exceptional student. From a young age he was able to listen exceptionally and talk his way through almost any situation. Though he was never able to talk his way into getting a later bedtime from his mother. 

As he got older, he got a little more shy and unsure of himself. So long as he knew what to say and what was going on it was fairly easy to take control of a room. Debates were the only thing he struggled with, or rather unscripted arguments. Often times he simply found himself agreeing with the opposing side to simply get it over with. A trait that his father was still trying to get rid of. Though it was hard to do so with the boy living in a different country.