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[align=center] JOHN DE VERE

* come on in here, boy, have a cigar; you're gonna go far. .
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[/align]- - - - - Full Name, John de Vere
- - - - Title, 14th Earl of Oxford - - - - Gender, male. - - - - Sexuality, hetero. - - - - Age, thirty six. - - - - Place at Court, lord great chamberlain, badass - - - - PB (Play-By), ROBERT DOWNEY JR!
[align=center] [/align]- - - - - Loves,
-A successful hunt early in the morning; what man doesn't love that? -Mind games. Playing them on someone else, not getting them. -Quiet nights where he can give undivided attention to his work. -Intimidation. Again, only to others. -Hours of playing cards. -Riddles: a secret indulgence. -Wars and battles and swords and bows! -His battle scars. -Being busy. -Being the Earl of Oxford. - - - - Loathes, -House of York, for obvious reasons. but shhh. -Mud, as it always ruins everything. -"New" aristocrats that are defacing England. *coughSeymourscough* -Listening to any member of the clergy speak; they are all so old and take an hour to read one paragraph. -Dogs, unless they're taking their filthy, smelly beings after a stag. -Trivial and frivolous things. -The Queen's ladies' gossip that, even through his detachment, seems to snake its way into his ears all the goddamn time. -Seeing families let the women run rampant through Court. Ever heard of a leash? Not only for dogs, so he's discovered. -Undercooked venison. -The smell of books. Seriously, you think it's poetic, but it's disgusting.
- - - - Strengths, -Governing any situation. -Remaining level-headed. -Honesty; it hurts, it kills, but he's good at it. -Disowning the past. -Setting priorities; politics and duties first. -Seeing right through his enemies. - - - - Weaknesses, -Gambling; he's good at it, but sometimes the risk is just a little too fun. -Using political incandescence to resolve problems. -Has a weak spot for friends; will probably do a bit too much for them. -Heresy; it's too easy to commit it. -Bad jokes. Loves them. - - - - Dreams, -Dreams about his deceased wife a lot. Only natural, right? -The battles he's been in. Post-traumatic stress disorder? -The earldom of Oxford remaining in the de Vere's name for the rest of time. -Perhaps having a few more heirs.. -England not having an Italian Queen. Spain would make the greater ally, who needs Italy when you have Spain? - - - - Fears, -The Italian Queen never leaving the throne. -Wolsey never seeing his downfall. It's so coming, though. -Plague, for obvious reasons. - - - - Overall Personality, At first glance, John seems pretty approachable. Perhaps if you had a question that required an educated answer. But once you hear his voice, you can think of nothing but how much he seems to be uninterested, indifferent and maybe even condescending. His straight-to-the-point truthfulness comes off a little harsh, for most people of sincerity can't handle blunt honesty very well. He takes pleasure in this, uses it to his advantage, and looks at people with a very bored though firm -and secretly observing- gaze. It's hard to tell between the times when he's interested and not, for the de Vere is quite the master of appearances. If he has an opinion of you, you'll more than likely know it in due time, whether that be from the way he acts around you or if he just plainly tells you.
Even to his enemies, though, John walks and talks with respect and chivalry. He believes any and every problem should be solved in the battlefield, and anything less is only trivial. John does not do trivial things, that's for certain. Frivolity must come in tiny increments, and mostly only when it's adorning a beautiful woman; like nice dresses and maybe a nice masque to show it off. He's a very good dancer, though, and can be quite the charmer. His comrades he holds close, does them plenty of unpaid favors and makes sure they remain a prominent figure not only in his life but the life of politics. The 14th Earl of Oxford can't surround himself with just anyone.
He is proud but strays far from arrogance. Intellectuality and education are his two greatest strengths, having made that obvious as Lord Great Chamberlain under both Henry VII and VIII. He keeps any discontent to himself, for again, if things cannot be solved in the battlefield then there is nothing to solve. And again; he is the master of appearances. There is wisdom in his dark eyes and experience carved into the lines in his face, eyes and a face that has seen many and plans to see even more.
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Sir George de Vere - father, deceased. Margaret Stafford - mother. John de Vere, 13th Earl Oxford - uncle, deceased. - - - - Overall History, The idea of writing a sort of novel on myself is ridiculous, almost distasteful. At first I requested someone else to do it, but of course I was presented with ''who could possibly know John de Vere better than the very man himself?" Much to my disappointment, I had to agree. And so, here I am, wallowing in my own pride as if I'm some deprived beggar without an importance. At least I'm being commissioned for this, no?
I come from a long, long line of aristocrats. The earldom of Oxford has been in my family's hands for generations upon generations, and you can say my blood is rather... blue. My two great uncles were executed for treason against the English crown, during the reign of Edward IV. But the de Veres are notoriously Lancastrian and a constant, worthy threat; the King wanted nothing more than conciliation with our family. My uncle was allowed to succeed to the earldom in all right, titles and estates and position as Lord High Chamberlain fully included. His brother -my father- got to watch on with incredibly green envy. But this was the de Vere's rightful place; it had been for generations.
Ancient aristocrats, any of them, have history of treason. The de Veres are no exception. My uncle, the thirteenth Earl of Oxford, was imprisoned for eight months before pardoned. The House of York will forever stain the bluer blood of ours, but we have always gone on even stronger than before. As a young boy I found myself more in my uncle's shadow than my father's, idolizing him and perhaps even filling a certain void that his wife -my aunt- was unable to. With the thirteenth Earl childless, I soon began stepping into the shoes of what would be the successor of a strong, consistent leader.
Suppose my family had always known I would be the one to step in the thirteenth Earl's place. I was educated as a man of rich nobility would be, I learned to hunt and fight with both sword and fist. I took to falconry as rain would to soil, and I impressed not only my father but the man I would succeed. I spoke with eloquence in five different languages to both my peers and inferiors, whether it be in English, Latin, Spanish, Italian or French. By eighteen my self-image had surpassed that of my family and I was golden in my uncle's - Constable of England, Lord High Admiral, Constable of the Tower, commander at the Battle of Bosworth Field, commander at the Battle of Barnet, commander of the Battle at Stoke Field, commander in chief at Battle of Blackheath - eyes. I was ready to be the Earl of Oxford.
Despite his numerous trips to the battlefield, my uncle died a quiet death in his home of Oxford Castle, a place I had also grown to consider my roof. I was there as the thirteenth Earl passed in his sleep, having been woken by one of his many attendants. It was there I, John de Vere, at twenty years old, became the fourteenth Earl of Oxford and Lord Great Chamberlain of Henry VII. Though I continued to embrace my Lancastrian heritage as if it preceded over the Yorkists and Tudors, I also embraced my blood-born right as any of my predecessors would have. Did.
The death of my uncle, though, dampened many hearts. His most trusted friend, the 2nd Duke of Norfolk, approached me soon after my uncle's passing. He presented me with his lovely daughter, Anne Howard, and in only months she and I were married. I could not resist; the Howards had been a lifelong friend to the de Veres, and I, a friend of the 3rd Duke, saw only the best in such a union. Her pregnancy came almost immediately after we were married, and by the Good Grace of God she bore me a healthy son. Anne Howard, Countess of Oxford, unfortunately did not share such a happy fate. The delivery of our son lasted for what felt like days, and though I feared I would never see the breathing face of my heir, I never thought I'd lose my wife. As soon as the crying boy was placed into my arms, Anne's breath was drawn from her exhausted chest and she was gone. She had done her promised duty, gave me what is now my sixteen-year old son, and left this world quietly. Her funeral was fit for a Queen; I could have no less for my wife, and the Duke of Norfolk could have no less for his sister.
That was sixteen years ago, and I have held the Earldom of Oxford in my own two strong hands ever since I first inherited the seat of nobility. I am John de Vere. I am the Lord Great Chamberlain of Henry VIII, and I am the 14th Earl of Oxford.
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