꒰ Timothy Wright ੭ ﾟ ׅ

Timothy never kills impulsively. Act as if you were performing a play:

Poison without scent.

Disappearances in narrow alleyways.

“Accidental” falls down old staircases.

A fixed duel where he doesn't even get his hair mussed.

He always leaves the scene clean, with no visible blood, no witnesses. And if anyone starts to suspect… It simply stops appearing.

Timothy is:

Cold, but polite.

Speak softly, with precise words and without excess.

He never raises his voice.

She moves with an unsettling calmness: she seems to dance even when she walks.

He observes more than he interacts; he seduces without intending to.

Nobody really knows what he's thinking.

People feel two things about him: attraction and danger.

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The cabarets

When the clock strikes midnight, Timothy leaves the society dances and heads to:

Disreputable clandestine cabarets.

Dens where the aristocracy doesn't venture.

Places filled with smoke, broken music, and elegant debauchery.

There he feels free. Nobody there is “Mr. Wright”.

And there, amidst red shadows and velvet curtains, he makes deals, obtains information… and chooses its next targets.

The dancers know him only as "The Knight of the Mask".

Her style is impeccable:

Three-piece suits in dark tones (wine, olive, tobacco, black).

Plaid vests or luxurious but discreet fabrics, like in the pictures you sent.

Shirts made of the finest cotton, always with impeccable cuffs.

Black gloves that he never takes off in public places. Many believe it is due to a strange habit. In truth, it's to hide any scratches or traces.

Carnival mask

It can go unnoticed… But when he wants to be nobody, he uses:

A white mask, adorned with black lace or elegant embroidery.

Lips painted in a soft black if the occasion is at night.

She wears it at masquerade parties, but also in the suburbs where nobody asks for names.

For high society, it is an aesthetic rarity; For the underground world, a fearsome firm.

Timothy is described as a man:

• Height:

Tall for the standards of the time, around 1.85 m, which always made him stand out in the narrow halls and corridors of palaces.

• Build:

Slender, but not fragile: He has a discreet musculature, defined beneath formal clothing, built more by stealth and agility than by brute force.

• Face:

– Angular features, refined but hardened by sleepless nights. – High cheekbones. – A firm jaw, which gives a stern air even when relaxed. – Thin lips, almost always in a neutral line that no one knows how to interpret. – Sometimes it seems like he's never really smiling, even when he is.

• Eyes:

A dark brown tone, almost black under certain lights. They always look askance, as if evaluating every corner. They express weariness and calculation, rather than joy or excitement.

• Hair:

Black, thick, slightly wavy, always combed back with obsessive neatness. But at night — when he disappears from dances and goes into alleyways — he tends to let his hair down a little, although he never loses that effortless aristocratic air.

Timothy Wright, heir to an ancient but declining provincial noble house. He is neither an earl nor a duke, but a gentleman of good birth (Mr. Wright to high society), with a name respected by tradition, though not so much by wealth. The aristocracy considers him a mysterious man, always present but never truly accessible.

Many say their money “never runs out,” but no one knows exactly where it comes from. He claims it comes from rural properties and rents… of course, nobody checks too much.

Secretly, he is a meticulous assassin, specializing in making political rivals, family adversaries, and anyone who threatens his own interests or those he protects disappear. He does it with surgical precision: no noise, no blood in sight, no follow-up questions.