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[AUTOPLAY] "Greetings, I'm Alexander Vautier. Call me what you will, a bard, a minstrel, a musician. All those perfectly apply, the power to pluck your heartstrings and move the audience with a performance. Glorious." House Vautier is known for their continous admnistration of Demacia's College of Magic

[enchanternova]

Basically an askblog for all my OCs

If you wanted to interact with Noah at some point in the future. Just direct an ask for him. But I don’t think I’d be rping in that blog. or in this one. ever?

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same goes with Alex.

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oftcmptation:

musicalredhead:

“Ah-” He chuckles softly as he shook his head. “You flatter me, milady. But I have to decline. I’m still leagues behind Lady Buvelle’s caliber, but thank you, nonetheless.” Alexander smiles cocking his head towards the voice.

“Might I know who I’m talking to? I asked my producers but they tell me you wished to remain anonymous. But well- I can’t help myself but ask.”

         “You are way too modest, my dear. You are P E R F E C T if you ask me. No way you’d be leagues behind Lady Buvelle.”

The emerald orbs watched the blind singer. Somehow, she felt ashamed of not stating her name, but she didn’t want the man to get bitter. After all, he was Demacian and she was Noxian. Even when he asked, the young brunette glanced away.

        “I think it would be better if I remained anonymous for now. I am a very complicated woman and I do not wish to start any arguments, besides, I wanted to ask you an important question - Would you like to have a glass of champagne with me? I am interested in your path of singer.”

The compliment had him blushing, his fair skin easily matching the shade of his hair, his freckles almost vanishing entirely because of it.

“I understand milady, but surely you can give me a name. So at least I could name your voice. It’d be easier not to forget. And yes, of course, but could you wait? I still need to get changed.” He smiles apologetically. He didn’t look particularly unkempt, but the heat of the stage lights, had him sweating and he’d rather not have a drink with this lovely lady reeking of sweat.

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demacianwings:

musicalredhead:

Alex pulls his hand slightly out of reflex and relaxes and keeps his arm in place, brushing his finger tips against Valor. Hearing the whistle and how the bird just flies off. It must be a command. He leans back into his seat

“Well, you never know. I’m more of a dog-person, birds aren’t my forte. Some song birds have rather beautiful songs though.” He taps around, finally feeling the brown bag that had fallen over, tipping the crumbs into it, dusting his hands with quick pats.

He hears the series of uh- bird noises and he wonders. “Does he sing?”

Quinn smiles. “Well, depends on what you call a bird song. Usually he just whistles, screeches, and peeps – there’s not much else an eagle can do. They don’t need the variety that songbirds have. Valor is a little like a dog in how I have to care for him and train him, but obviously he is avian, not canine.”

Valor pushes his nose closer to her and nips at her clothes, peeping more - his hungry chirps. “Oh all right…” she mutters, then turns to the stranger. “Howe would you like to try your hand at feeding him? He seems to like you.”

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“Ahh. I kind of understand now. Where those commands like the whistle you did? How did that go..” He paused for a moment, and mimics the two toned note. He smiles, a bit proud of himself for still knowing how to whistle, he doesn’t remember the last time he ordered Recon around like that.

“Yes, I would like that.” He fumbles to his side, unfolding a white walking cane with a flick of his wrist, before standing and walking towards the sound of Quinn’s voice, the cane tapping before him side-to-side. The cane softly hits the tip of Quinn’s boot, he stops and smiles expectantly. He looked almost giddy, like a child in a zoo.

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spymaster-of-zaun:

Currelis chuckled and nodded to himself. “Well it seems that it was good coincidence that we would cross paths.” He spoke as his ‘eye’ flickered and observed the city around them.  “Well, shall we begin our tour? Or perhaps you have some questions?”

“Yes.” He agrees with a laugh. “I seem to meet the kindest people in my travels.”

Alex steps closer towards him, the white cane in his hand clearing the way for him. “Just ah- one thing. Could I please hold on to your arm. That’d make it so much easier for me.”

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oftcmptation:

Honestly, the male’s singing voice was one of the most pleasant things the Noxian woman ever heard. How could he not be so popular as Sona Buvelle? She didn’t understand. She was fan of the Demacian woman’s music, yet at the same time, she disliked her very innocent attitude. This man was charming and what was interesting about him was his handicap. The woman just came in his dressing room to tell him how wonderful he was and offer him some sponsorship, but usually, everyone was staying away from the Noxian temptress for a reason.

        “Good evening, Alexander. The songs you performed were very beautiful and I had to come here to praise you. In all honesty, I’d say you are a lot better than Sona Buvelle, because you have both charms and the strong voice. Delightful to listen.”

“Ah-” He chuckles softly as he shook his head. “You flatter me, milady. But I have to decline. I’m still leagues behind Lady Buvelle’s caliber, but thank you, nonetheless.” Alexander smiles cocking his head towards the voice.

“Might I know who I’m talking to? I asked my producers but they tell me you wished to remain anonymous. But well- I can’t help myself but ask.”

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spymaster-of-zaun:

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spymaster-of-zaun:

“Fair enough. Though I wouldn’t consider the city atmosphere to be too ‘inspiring’. Then again this is rather commonplace for me.” Currelis replied.

“I certainly hope you haven’t come alone or without some experience of the place. “ The spymaster added.

“Well, I won’t know til I try. Slowly ticking off my bucket list of places to visit. Pretty much hitting two birds with one stone.” Alex shrugs, a small smile on his lips.

He leans his head to the side ”I travel alone usually, sometimes I bring my guide dog, but I don’t want to put her through long trips. I worry about her health.” He frowns softly, as his grip tightens around the white walking stick. Recon was an old dog, how old was she, almost 10? but whether she was a pup, or in her prime. Alex would always worry.

Currelis quirked a brow as his ‘eye’ flickered. “Ah it is well to care for a companion. I’m sure she does well to keep you on track. Perhaps I can assist in your trip instead. I am rather well versed.” The ‘eye’  wandered as the spymaster paused a moment before realising he hadn’t even introduced himself.

“I’m sorry, I should have introduced before making such an offer. I am Currelis Zaevik, Ambassador of Zaun.”

He begins to laugh, “Yes, that would’ve been wise. It’s a pleasure to meet you Ser Currelis.” He places a hand on his chest as he bows. “Alexander Vautier, uh- Dean of Demacia’s College of Magic.”

“And I’m honored by your offer ser. I didn’t know I was talking to someone of your caliber.”

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demacianwings:

Valor cocks his head to one side. Quinn never feeds him crumbs or seeds or anything of that sort, and he doesn’t believe it to be food, so he doesn’t take any. He peeps at the sound of his name, though, and unashamedly presses his head into the man’s outstretched hand. 

Of course, Quinn isn’t far off, and she comes a few moments after, whistling a two-toned note. The eagle promptly flutters from Alexander’s hand to Quinn’s gauntlet, where he peeps, chirps, and whistles to his master, content.

“He doesn’t eat crumbs, you know,” she tells the redheaded stranger. “He’s an eagle, not a sparrow.”

musicalredhead

Alex pulls his hand slightly out of reflex and relaxes and keeps his arm in place, brushing his finger tips against Valor. Hearing the whistle and how the bird just flies off. It must be a command. He leans back into his seat

“Well, you never know. I’m more of a dog-person, birds aren’t my forte. Some song birds have rather beautiful songs though.” He taps around, finally feeling the brown bag that had fallen over, tipping the crumbs into it, dusting his hands with quick pats.

He hears the series of uh- bird noises and he wonders. “Does he sing?”

[musicalredhead]

masteredshadows replied to your post:SWEATS. bc I kind of neglected this blog and my...

fuck i owed you a starter didn’t I

Maybe? Idk lmfao. but its k. Tis I the shadow prince. if u didn’t know yet aahah.

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SWEATS. bc I kind of neglected this blog and my others.

I s2g i’ll get to those replies sometime tomorrow.

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spymaster-of-zaun:

“Fair enough. Though I wouldn’t consider the city atmosphere to be too ‘inspiring’. Then again this is rather commonplace for me.” Currelis replied.

“I certainly hope you haven’t come alone or without some experience of the place. “ The spymaster added.

“Well, I won’t know til I try. Slowly ticking off my bucket list of places to visit. Pretty much hitting two birds with one stone.” Alex shrugs, a small smile on his lips.

He leans his head to the side ”I travel alone usually, sometimes I bring my guide dog, but I don’t want to put her through long trips. I worry about her health.” He frowns softly, as his grip tightens around the white walking stick. Recon was an old dog, how old was she, almost 10? but whether she was a pup, or in her prime. Alex would always worry.

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Alexander sits quietly. It was a slow day for the musician and he just sits content out in the open. Listening to the birds song. He hums along, amused that the birds follow his tune as he tosses a couple of crumbs out. Sometimes he couldn’t tell that he had them under his spell already. At least until a loud cry rang through the air. It was iconic. A sound he wasn’t likely to forget. The sound of a Demacian Eagle. And there was only one he knew of that existed. He hears the rustle of feathers land nearby and all the other birds that sang with him flew away.

Alex leans towards where he last heard the eagle land. Stretching out his hand that contained a number of bread crumbs and pieces. “Valor, isn’t it?” So engrossed with the bird, he forgets he comes with a master.

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It wasn’t unusual someone would pay a lot for a private meet and greet. At least for large scale musicians like Lady Buvelle. But for Alex’s caliber, this would be a first.

Alex sits in his dressing room, waiting for this mysterious guest. He hears the door open, Recon’s ears perk up and she stands at the ready and Alex follows suit. “Hello, I’m surprised someone would even consider doing this. I didn’t think I was at that ‘level’ already.” He says with a laugh.

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We should rp again!

SLAMS TABLE> I AM DOWN FOR THAT

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I should start some threads here again lmao.

So uh- Like for a starter?  haha

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So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home One more time I promise, after that I’ll let you go

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Can I get a positivity? more like opinions on the oc tbh lmao

{ Dramatically points at. Alex another OC I very much like, mostly cause of the fact he didn’t had to go through any disaster to lose his sight, he just gradually lost it and that’s a thing that is terrible, yes, but I like those terrible things happening to characters, I am not sorry. I also like how his powers are desribed and function, because I really don’t like when, you know, characters powers are described as simply being able to control someone’s mind or body, I love that Alexander’s powers depend on the target’s will for functioning with full strenght or not. AND I ALSO LOVE THAT HE’S A NOBLE THAT TRAVELS WALKING, THAT’S SOME QUALITY GENTLEMAN HERE. }

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spymaster-of-zaun:

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spymaster-of-zaun

“Good day ser, Is there anything I can help you with?”

Currelis’s ‘eye’ flickered as it observed the man before him. “Apologies, I think I may have mistaken you for someone familiar.” He said  as he pondered in thought. He could have sworn he knew of this man, but the name escaped him.

“Then you must know another of my kind. Us gingers are a dying breed I’m afraid.” Alex begins to laugh softly, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

“”But in all honesty, I’m guessing you’ve seen one of my posters?”

He chuckled quietly as his eyes seemed to flicker in realization at who he was. “Axton. You’re quite the performer out in Demacia. I have seen your posters, but not your show.” He replied. “I’m rather surprised to find yourself out in this part of Valoran.”

He’s pleasantly surprised hearing his stage name, most of his performances in Demacia, even if advertised as Axton. Everyone knew who he was, and always referred to him as Alexander or Alex. Perks of nobility, he supposed. 

“Looking for inspiration. Music doesn’t come easy in a closed room.” he says with a laugh.