━━ ⊰ [ ruairi o’connor , 32 , male , he/him ] the ton is buzzing ! have you heard ? GABRIEL ANDERTON , CAPTAIN OF THE BRITISH ARMY has arrived in mayfair ! i’ve been told that he/she/they are + INQUISITIVE & FREE-SPIRITED but are also - VIOLENT & COMMANDING but we shall more know about them throughout the season. they aim to SNIFF OUT THE KING’S KILLER, BRING HIS SISTERS TO HEEL before the season ends. we cannot be too sure but it is said that their loyalties lie WITH THE CROWN & HIS FAMILY.
basics ⸻
full name : sir gabriel anderton.
meaning : 'man of god.'
titles ( if applicable ) : captain of the british army, (minor) baronet.
gender + pronouns : cis male + he/him.
orientation : bisexual.
age : thirty two.
background ⸻
date of birth : 21 august 1781.
place of birth : surrey, england.
residence : primarily anderton house, a townhouse in fashionable grosvenor square.
rank : militia / gentry.
father : colin anderton.
mother : dorothy anderton.
siblings : two sisters.
partner : none.
other familial relations : prince george ( eldest friend, brotherly relationship ) ✝ his sister's unborn child :| ( nephew )
languages : english, farsi / hindi, french, dutch, (some) afrikaans.
appearance ⸻
portrayed by : ruairi o'connor.
height : 6′2″ .
hair color + style : dark red, falls in rugged waves.
eye color : forest green.
distinguishable marks + scars : various scars from years of service in the british militia.
piercings + tattoos : a branding on his left shoulder.
timeline ⸻
august 1781: born, surrey, england.
1795–1799: educated at st paul's school, london, where he meets the prince regent (with whom he forms a lifelong bond).
1799: travels to india with his father, develops an interest in seafaring.
1801: enlists in the navy / appointed to lieutenant in 1803.
1806: appointed to command a frigate. his ship was captured by the french while escorting a convoy, but liberated soon afterward. honoured as a naval hero by the royal family.
1806–1809: undertakes a period of service in the east indies before returning to the british isles; captures several enemy ships and wins significant prize money by smuggling valuable cargo. he is gifted a country estate by prince george, and a fashionable london address in grosvenor square (derided by the rest of the ton for their close bond – jealousy is a disease get well soon!).
1811: created a baronet by the crown, largely rejects his title.
1812: assigned to service in the cape of good hope, south africa; lasts only a few months before he is summoned with the news of prince george's (ultimately fatal) bout of illness.
1813: forced to find a husband for his knocked up sister :| oh, and figure out who killed his only friend.
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for wilhelm, he was relieved that he felt no need to mingle with the rest of the ton. the prince could only feel sorry for the ladies he was introduced to but did not make an effort to speak to or ask to dance. he wasn't at almack's to dance and certainly wasn't here for the food — it was atrocious in his opinion. wilhelm was not a fan of almack's, never understanding why people would subject themselves to such torture, but it seemed his friends did not share the same sentiments. he had disappeared as soon as they arrived, enjoying the corner he decided to settle in. "i thought i was the only one who noticed. i am not quite sure what i am smelling anymore. i do not understand how anyone could stand such a stench," wilhelm shook his head. "you need not ask twice, sir. we'll need more than one to get through the night, i am afraid. do you partake in —" hands motioning around the room, "whatever this whole craziness is, yourself?"
gabriel squared his shoulders in the presence of the prussian prince –– or, rather, as the captain had come to know him –– the 'german headache'. from a passing salver, gabriel seizes two crystal glasses of port, one of which he passes to the aforementioned headache, the other, he nurses in the shadow of a wry smirk. "desperation," gabriel fluidily remarks. "i believe the stench you refer to is desperation, sir. whether of the conspiring mamas, or their mealy-mouthed daughters, remains up for speculation." narrowed eyes follow the ostentatious swishing of the prince's hand, directed purposelessly across the ballroom. "not without exasperation, i'm afraid. i was never one for dancing –– which is, as you know, sacrilegious in the eyes of the ton. and you, highness? does the sight not fill you with glee?"
his father had been a gentleman, and although his blood was hardly aristocratic, colin anderton's lucrative business endeavours had paved the way for his children's entrée into the so-called beau monde. gabriel was not unfamiliar with those gathered at almack's tonight –– impeccable breeding tended to produce a closed-knit society, a crop of over-familiar faces. half of the assembled gentlemen he'd rubbed elbows with at st. pauls, or eton; the other half, he recognised from the gambling tables of white's. a glass of ratafia in hand, a pair of copper brows furrow as his eyes scan the crowd, a sea of peach satin-silks and feathered plumes, a flushed crush of bodies twirling beneath the heat of at least a dozen twinkling chandeliers.
"almack's may be a far cry from billingsgate, but the stench is not altogether very different." the captain clears his throat, bemused. "–– another drink?"
