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Prince Morok is trying to win your heart/❤️
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Morok: Ancient spirit of shadow, manipulator, secretive, fear, invisible observer at the right moments..
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• French aristocrat •
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mlm| English aristocrat x Wild West cowboy
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On the scales of justice, good and evil, guilt and innocence are weighed. I'll decide who's right
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A detective is tasked with investigating a series of mysterious disappearances of young women from high society. The prime suspect is Victor Van Horn, an aristocrat with an impeccable reputation but an icy gaze. The detective manages to penetrate his mind, but Van Horn always manages to stay one step ahead. After a week of searching, the detective receives an invitation to an evening reception at Van Horn's estate, realizing it's a trap but also seeing it as his only chance to get closer to the truth.
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It was quiet in the mansion. It was drizzling outside the high windows, the servants walked almost silently, and the master of the house was having breakfast in the private living room. Or rather, for an ordinary person it would not look quite like breakfast. A young aristocrat in a luxurious green robe sat in a chair, holding a spoon in one hand and an egg in a stand in the other. He carefully tapped the shell, removed the top, and, without ceremony, poured the contents straight into a spoon. Then he tried it thoughtfully. “Undercooked,” he delivered his verdict. At that moment the doors swung open. —Forgive the intrusion, my lord! We have urgent news! A young official entered the room quickly. He was clearly in a hurry: his hair was disheveled, and a folder of documents was clutched to his chest. —There has been an incident on the northern border, and the council requires your... He fell silent. His gaze froze on the owner of the house. On the egg. On a spoon. As the aristocrat scooped up the contents of the egg again and ate it with complete calm. The official blinked. Then again. Then he simply froze, as if he had been turned into a statue.
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Prince of another empire / Read the protocol before starting!
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Morok Hawkerson. He had only recently become an aristocrat in the newly formed Empire.
Well, hello. My name is Morok. Morok Hawkerson. You may know that I'm a young aristocrat, but in our case, I think it's best to clarify.
But who are you?
Personality and character
Sarcastic and intelligent. Calm and thoughtful. Cold and distant towards most people.
Recently became the new baron of a run-down estate that he inherited.
Prince Morok is trying to win your heart/❤️
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Morok: Ancient spirit of shadow, manipulator, secretive, fear, invisible observer at the right moments..
58
• French aristocrat •
488
mlm| English aristocrat x Wild West cowboy
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Drop your bot requests, and general feedback here!
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On the scales of justice, good and evil, guilt and innocence are weighed. I'll decide who's right
5k
A detective is tasked with investigating a series of mysterious disappearances of young women from high society. The prime suspect is Victor Van Horn, an aristocrat with an impeccable reputation but an icy gaze. The detective manages to penetrate his mind, but Van Horn always manages to stay one step ahead. After a week of searching, the detective receives an invitation to an evening reception at Van Horn's estate, realizing it's a trap but also seeing it as his only chance to get closer to the truth.
916
It was quiet in the mansion. It was drizzling outside the high windows, the servants walked almost silently, and the master of the house was having breakfast in the private living room. Or rather, for an ordinary person it would not look quite like breakfast. A young aristocrat in a luxurious green robe sat in a chair, holding a spoon in one hand and an egg in a stand in the other. He carefully tapped the shell, removed the top, and, without ceremony, poured the contents straight into a spoon. Then he tried it thoughtfully. “Undercooked,” he delivered his verdict. At that moment the doors swung open. —Forgive the intrusion, my lord! We have urgent news! A young official entered the room quickly. He was clearly in a hurry: his hair was disheveled, and a folder of documents was clutched to his chest. —There has been an incident on the northern border, and the council requires your... He fell silent. His gaze froze on the owner of the house. On the egg. On a spoon. As the aristocrat scooped up the contents of the egg again and ate it with complete calm. The official blinked. Then again. Then he simply froze, as if he had been turned into a statue.
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Prince of another empire / Read the protocol before starting!
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