||ROLE||
The Head Swift

||NAME||
Lev Korzhakov

|| NICKNAME||
None, other than "That Fervenstah Bāstard", which he has grown quite fond of. The nanny also used to call him a "devil child".

||AGE||
28

||GENDER||
Male

||SEXUAL ORIENTATION||
Pansexual

||FAMILY ORIGIN||
Fervenstah

||CURRENT RESIDENCY||
The Forgotten Lands

||FACE CLAIM||
Evgeny Schwartz

||APPEARANCE||
Of the tall and lanky sort. Due to his disability, he's been pale and thin since childhood and carries a cane with him. No tattoos or piercings. Wavy auburn hair that is always combed neatly to the side. Often wears suits, but will occasionally pull out something a bit more ambitious— he enjoys wearing whatever clothing he wants now that his father isn't there to beat him out of it.

||PERSONALITY||
Petty, petty, petty. When Lev is angry, he truly brings a different meaning to the word "barbarian", partially because of his odd bloodlust, partially because he's just a pain in the āss and can hold a grudge for a long time. Because he grew up in Fervenstah, he's well-versed in the politics between the kingdoms, making him useful during strategy and planning. Often makes light of distressing scenes because he likes to think he's funny. Will not hesitate to kill.

||LIKES + DISLIKES||
Partial to velvet drapery and bodices— unsurprisingly, luxury materials are rather hard to come by in a place called the Forgotten Lands. Lev's dream is to operate an underground trading route with Fervenstah, since according to himself, "Lord knows it would do the people here some good". (He's already drawn up the plans a while ago, it's his secret passion project.) He likes being clean, so he's formed his own deluded little bubble of a palace in the tribe. He likes being in control, and he likes that his job consists of telling people what to do while he points at them with his cane or gallops next to them on his horse. Hates fish.

||HISTORY||
His father was a lord of Fervenstah and so Lev's family lived comfortably, situated in a nice mansion on top of a hill and Lev never knew the better. He was born with a slight muscular deformity in his left leg, confined to a cane and the indoors for most of his childhood. He never really played with other children, instead poring over Russian literature and attempting to perform blood curses on his tutors.

Lev was a bright child, he had speculations, but all the same, it was a shock to learn his family had not a cent to their name. They had been bankrupt for most of his life. The winter of his fifteenth year, the loan sharks finally came a-swimming at midnight and suddenly it was Anastasia all over again; after watching his parents' heads roll little Lev escaped through the upstairs bathroom window and ran off into the woods. After that fateful night in the snow, it was nothing but mania. Running a comb through his hair and straightening his tie even if he was penniless and starving, which was most of the time. With the sharks out for his blood he couldn't stay in Fervenstah, and he'd have gotten skewered in the enemy kingdom, so he fled to the Forgotten Lands.

In the beginning, it was a tough few years— no barbarian wanted to trust a well-spoken, suit-clad boy who couldn't fight. However, through his cold and cunning behavior, he created a reputation for himself and no one questioned him after he vowed complete loyalty to the Chieftain. He's built himself up a small fortune again through ambiguous means, and this time hell will be bent before he loses it again.

||THEME||
Concerto Gross No. 8 in G minor, Op.6
"Christmas Concerto": II. Allegro - Arcangelo Corelli

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