Elijah Hamilton

[Elijah Hamilton]

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.:Name:. Elijah Edward Hamilton
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Rank:.  The Richest 'Commoner' You'll Ever Meet
.:Age:. Thirty-Eight

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.:Physical Appearance:. Elijah is stylish and always dressed in dark colors. Despite being of low birth, he does tend to dress as though he were a member of high society, often getting mistaken for such. He finds humor in it. The way he dresses is meant to command respect, no matter who he is dealing with be it commoner or the queen herself. He is always put together. To find him disheveled, it would need to be an emergency or a very rude interruption. He has dark brown hair with equally dark eyes. Some would call his gaze piercing, to which he would probably agree. It's difficult to get a read on how he is feeling, as he is not the most expressive man. He likes to think and therefore frequently looks like he is pondering something. His skin is rather light, though years of sun and work has staind it a mild tan. His air of confidence is often mistaken for arrogance with the way he struts around. Frequently it gets pointed out. His hair is cut shorter this season, after last season's neck length style. He is attractive, but his smugness over that fact is far from subtle. 
.:Height:. 6"
.:Portrayed by:. Ben Barnes

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.:Personality:. Elijah could have allowed his spite to consume him, but instead he has spent his entire life using it to fuel his ambition. He'd been treated like vermin for so long by the only kind of family he ever knew, only to be cast out. It's given him trust issues, and an inability to rely on others for anything. He is very successful and excellent at communicating with the rich and poor alike. He has learned skills over time to charm anyone into a conversation. It's all he needs to plug his club, The Gilded Rose, to someone he deems appropriate for it. These days it isn't as necessary, giving him time to revel smugly on his successful ad campaign. He does what he loves, managing a club for nobility to come and act like animals. You could mix commoners in and they wouldn't even notice before the good stuff was gone. Elijah is still angry about the slights of his past, but he truly is trying to move forward. It's a lonely life that he has chosen, despite the list of friends he's made along the way. When it comes to crime, he doesn't directly partake if he can help. He does however take a cut of any illegal gambling done under his roof. 
.:Skills:. Charmer, Con Artist, Observant, Creativity, Determination, Resourcefulness, Self-Defence (Armed, or Unarmed)
.:Weaknesses:. A Mild Romantic, Selfish, Indulgent, Over Confident, Impulsive, Wicked

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.:Birthplace:. London, England
.:Family:. Mary Hamilton (Deceased, Mother) & Jean Beauchamp (Deceased, Biological Father)
.:Occupation:. Club Owner, The Gilded Rose - Money Lender
.:History:. Unlike some of the big names on the street, or the larger gangs that trickle through the underground, Elijah is a first generation upstart. He was born within the palace walls to a screaming maid who'd been barely afforded a private place to give birth. Though they would be too dense to see, the cleanliness of his birthplace mattered. His mother died soon after his birth, leaving him to be raised by palace servants. They never gave the good jobs to the littlest. He was climbing through walls and cracks from the age of four. Every year got harder and harder. He was treated poorly by most; a burden they had to feed that didn't carry his weight. The comments subsided when he took the insult personally. He was more efficient than any of them; younger, faster and more motivated. He would make them eat their words. He made them look slow by comparison; ramping up expectations didn't make him popular but it did make him a winner.

One day, during a random sweep of the servants quarters there were six beautiful broaches'; all pricelessly covered in jewels found in his belongings. He had no friends to vouched for him. When he realized how alone he was he'd become determined to never depend on anyone ever again. He was thrown out of the palace and not a soul would miss him. He would never see behind those gates again, but he would see his fair share of horse manure and manual labor. Desperately, he found work wherever he could. It was always just enough for a bed and a meal. Always just enough for a bed and a meal. For two years the young man lived this way. He was disheveled and volatile with a harsh, sharp sarcasm about him that made him only good enough for a short laugh. His bitterness towards the world that had reduced him even further was clear simply by the way he carried himself. The man, Tobias, owned the club he landed in one night.

Tobias was a special kind of man. A criminal, through and through, but the kind that would remember to send a courier with flowers on your birthday. He was the perfect mentor for surviving in high society without titles or a decent reputation. It took a long time to sharpen his tongue and curb the blunt sarcasm that drowned him. He learned to care what a gentleman would do, or wear. He learned to keep himself groomed and presentable. He worked for Tobias for five years, acting as his mentee. When the man died, Elijah was left the club along with the debt that Tobias had incurred. It was a significant blow and he lost the club immediately after inheriting it. At the end of the lengthy ordeal, he had enough money to purchase property close to the palace.

It was a very small, narrow home connected to multiple others. Over time, he owned them too. He was good with money, and he had learned how to be a good host through his late mentor. After a few whispers in the right places and some embarrassing pleas to lower nobles the club became a very hot spot for men of noble beeding, or upper middle class. They were willing to throw money any which way if it meant they could drink and gamble away from their wives. There were rules to keep it alive. Discretion. Word of mouth. No women, other than the company invited by the host alone. The little hamlet he has created has been the perfect space for illegal gambling to take place. Small loans as well, after all why else would you deal with money? He has build a base for himself, with some connections of dubious morality. Still, he's come a long way from the young man shovelling horse dung in the streets of London. 

Recently, his club has become a safe haven for female entertainers. Most escaped life off the street. It started with one, but since then he's known for providing shelter in return for free entertainment in his club. Despite the criminal activity, he keeps a clean house. It's been that way for over a decade, and it'll never change. 

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