ABOUT
Name: Clytemnestra Tyndareus Suggested Occupation: Chief Operating Officer of HELE-N, scion of the Tyndareus Group Age: 48. Gender & Pronouns: Cis man, he/him. FC Suggestion: Mahershalah Ali. Can be seen: Addressing the press in Amon’s stead, spotted giving private concertos in the Tyndareus estate’s gardens, stalking the labs of HELE-N, furiously texting Menelaus - ie: damage control, flipping between the Rhea brothers on Tala.
STATS
Influence ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Charisma ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Protection ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Information ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Experience ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
CODEX
(tw mention of parental death)
Before there was Clytemnestra, there was the Tyndareus line. While they have been on everyone’s lips—and in anyone’s pocket—in Arcadia, few can say what accounts for their rise to the heights. Indeed, the veritable dynasty has always been better known for their wealth and the obscurity that clouds them, than what they did to obtain it. This is what we know: the esteemed and luxurious line began with one humble figure, much as the Rheas did, though this empire is much older but albeit less expansive, less public, and less notorious (but not by much). It began with Lacedaemon, a prominent lawyer within the city-states. It is rumored that he shielded his earnings through a series of trust funds and tax code loopholes, but in itself that sin is nothing new among the city-states. Lacedaemon’s wealth first began with investments into early real-estate and various tech start-ups in Arcadia, and from there, their assets blossomed—or festered—into enough wealth to fill their coffers dozens of times over.
Most people these days are quite familiar with the Tyndareus Group, the family’s holding company that has its hands in some of Arcadia’s most lucrative. For the past decade, the leading figures were Amyclas—Clytemnestra’s eclectic father, beloved by his ilk, detested by everyone else—and their mother, Leda, similarly from an old family. While Arcadians of note can boast of being familiar with the numerous Tyndareus children, who have been clinging to the limelight season after season, few people can claim such familiarity with Clytemnestra.
Their family has always been friendly with the Mycenae’s, going so far as to take in the two brothers, Agamemnon and Menelaus, when their parents passed. Amyclas and Leta would allow the ‘wild boars’, as they affectionately called the brothers, to roam the estate as if it was theirs. In those tumultuous days, Amon and Clytemnestra, developed a nebulous bond, an alliance and attachment between like souls and minds. Once the brothers’ time as wards was over, the two went their separate ways. In fact, as most of those ill-fitted for the world do, they chose opposite corners of the earth, heights and depths as difficult to scale as the ocean is to plumb. Amon went to RheSeq, to join his mentor and idol, Cronus Rhea, and Clytemnestra to the Tyndareus Group. It wouldn’t be until much later, with the death of a titan, that they reunite. They find each other after Cronus’ demise, after Amon’s proverbial exile from the heart of the Rhea empire, after those long, shadowy years where no one can explain what that magnate was doing. At the end of this hermitage, it is Amon who brings his premier idea for a new genome sequencing tech, dropping it right at Clytemnestra’s gate. The gates of a colossus with the wealth to fund it, vault their plans towards the peaks they knew they were meant to achieve.
That isn’t to say that what is hard to understand is always hard to love. It might be better put that they prefer to be seen that way. You see, Clytemnestra was always at odds, even in their childhood—clashing with the world, with the legacy they’d inherited, with their family, their siblings, but always, especially, with themself. Too often, even what they wanted and needed confronted with their actions; impulsive at times, reticent often, their own whims were and remain a sprawling labyrinth, indecipherable and vast.
They had their strengths, of course, and the argument could be made that these talents are drawn precisely from their indecipherable nature. On the corridors of power—and at the negotiation table—they flaunt a perfect poker face, compounded and sustained by their inclination towards puzzles and hidden processes. Their selective, chameleonic creativity lends itself to certain art forms, but pays little regard to anyone else’s peace of mind… including, some may say, their own. With this new plan of action there can be no hopes for clarity, but Clytemnestra never wanted it. Their path forward as one of the faces of HELE-N, as its chief trailblazer and champion alongside Amon, feels the closest thing to clarity they’ve ever known.
CONNECTIONS
Familial connections: None.
Professional connections: Agamemnon Mycenae (equals, childhood friend, thorn in the side).
Social connections: Briseis Krisia (fascination, as old wolves always tend to the young). Diomedes Delyle (beautiful little upstart). Menelaus Mycenae (childhood friend, their father’s ward, a liability who can’t keep their mouth shut). Odysseus Laertes (a danger let loose in the Quorum, unless they can find some hens for this fox to kill). Orion Hyria (easy to admire, easier to tease). Circe (family friends, rife with the bitter wounds & galling party stories of Arcadian scions). Icarus (not to be trusted, as no Olympian should be). Prometheus (too naive to be switched, too blind to take the bait).
WRITTEN BY ADRIAN.
