Name: Bartholomew "Barty" Everhard
Age: Twenty-two
Birth Season: Spring
Occupation: Aspiring Poet / Trust-fund Baby
Kingdom: Lorendale
Citizen Status: Count
Height: 5'8" (well, 5'7 3/4", but who's asking?)
Weight: 160 lbs
Body Description: Barty would consider himself quite the handsome fellow, thank you very much - his height and his unappealing tootsies the tragic flaws of his otherwise exquisite appearance. His hair is always tousled just so, his clothes trendy and eye-catching, yet still in good taste. There is something a little done up, even fussy, about the way he keeps himself, but damn one cannot argue with the result. 
Values: A raucous party, a fine brandy, an older woman, and a very lovely pair of feet.
Aspirations/Ambitions: If you were to ask him, Barty would tell you that he strives to be immortal through his chosen craft: poetry. He would tell you he aspires to create art that speaks to the soul that will last all the ages of time. However in truth, Barty just seeks to be liked. To be cooed over and cared for. To be recognized as the very good boy that he is and kept from all the hardship in the world. 
Alignment: Chaotic Netural
Reputation: Barty Everhard is whoever you need him to be, sweetheart. To some, he is a ruffian. A scoundrel. A smooth charmer after a bit of skirt and a quick fumble. To others, he is a thoughtful poet. A sensitive man with big brown eyes that tempt you to spill all your secrets and take off your slippers. To others still, a young man of promise: a darling boy and a credit to his name. 

None of these takes are the entire truth. In truth, Barty Everhard is an insecure boy of mediocre talent who would be nowhere if it weren't for the gold weighing down his pockets. He's a needy, mewling thing whose only sense of self-worth comes from the attention he gets - however much he pretends otherwise. Barty wants to be taken care of. To have no responsibilities, to simply play at purpose without having to do any of the heavy lifting involved. 

Combat Experience: Like any boy of noble stock, Barty trained with the rapier and in boxing. He wasn't particularly good at either. He only exercises or "trains" to the extent that it will maintain his physique.  
No magic
Family: Richard Everhard (father) | Ivanna Cummings (mother) | Rhoda Everhard (sister, 18)
Tale:
Barty Everhard looks just like his father. Those are the first words about of his mother Ivanna's mouth every time her darling boy walks in the room. Ivanna's husband passed two years ago, and every day she insists more and more that dear Barty is the spitting image of the late Richard Everhard. Everyone plays along, lest they upset the poor woman, but there is not an ounce of similarity between the broad, hard-working Richard and his nare-do-well, dainty-fingered son. 

Barty was given every advantage wealth could bring him. Doted on by his mother, Barty could do no wrong. He was allowed to "pursue his writing", any indiscretion written off as the eccentricities of an artist. He went away to school where he met his best pal, Humphrey, or "Humph" as he would soon call him. Both were an absolute nightmare to the institution, but the Everhard estate gave them enough money to ensure the boys graduated unimpeded with top marks they did not earn. After his father's death, Barty returned to assume his role as the man of the house. He loosely oversees his families affairs, but leaves most of the work to his uncle and father's youngest brother Dixon - a pitiable, unmarried man just grateful for a place to stay. 

He spends his days at his estate, travelling around seeking "inspiration" for his work - all of which is mother encourages and bankrolls. His partner-in-crime Humph is his constant companion. Mummie will no doubt soon push the young Barty into a suitable match, but for now, Barty is happy to sample the delights Lorendale has to offer. 

Face Claim: Anar Kahlilov
Tagging: Eloell | Rigby