Hi hi, this is another oc of mine, the prince and benefactor Hector Akhmatov, who lives in 1905 in Russia
I’m gonna yappin about him
Upon coming of age, Hector distanced himself from his parents at the first opportunity; he could no longer stomach his father’s overt, stinging disappointment. He avoids his mother just as much—having expected a girl, she raised him in a stifling, "greenhouse" environment, shielding him from the “corrupting influence” of his peers. His only true confidant was Clement, the son of the Akhmatov family’s private tutor.
By the age of 27, as the main events approach, Hector lives a quiet, reclusive life in an unassuming little house on a St. Petersburg side street. He gets by on an allowance from his father—a City Duma member and cotton mill owner—and the modest proceeds from a tenement house his father placed under his management.
A significant portion of his income goes to the Church and various charities: hospitals, shelters, and schools. He often takes part in services himself as a lay reader. Generally speaking, Hector has always been at home among the common folk. In the churches he frequents, he is treated as one of their own; he even attached a near-sacred significance to a plain black cloak a parishioner once draped over his shoulders to ward off the cold.
Though Hector saw no need for servants, a cook named Alexandra—only three years his junior—ended up in his household by chance. (There is a gap in the story here, but he once helped her out financially, and she, unwilling to accept a handout, felt beholden to him. Hector jokingly offered her the position of cook, and she took him up on it).
In his attic, Hector keeps a dovecote—it started when some pigeons began nesting there, and out of pity, he built them a proper home.
The early rift with his parents forged Hector into an anxious, vulnerable, and painfully sensitive man. His hyper-empathy was the final blow to his mental and emotional well-being. He shuns the spotlight and would prefer his philanthropy to remain anonymous, but as the son of a prominent industrialist, he is condemned to the curiosity of high society and constant comparisons to his father. His excessive piety also draws stares: Hector is profoundly God-fearing and prone to religious exaltation—followed by a void of pitch-black apathy—whenever his peaceful existence is upended by a sudden storm of events.
