#hshqtask002

ionie doesn't come from much. born in buff bay and raised by a single father, not even knowing her mother’s name as the woman one day decided a child was too much responsibility at 21 and left to live with distant relatives god knows where, she didn't have a conventional upbringing either. her father, working as a rich man's driver, made enough to provide for himself an his five month old baby without much luxury. his boss was a true saint though, allowing iona to stay with his own kids and their nannies when ife had work to do and nobody to watch over his daughter, he quickly became iona's godfather as his fondness of her and friendship with her father grew. she doesnt have siblings and didn't need them either, having the boss' kids just there at all times she never lacked company.

the boss (i'm srsly too lazy to give this man a name) was ife’s way into the political scene, couple years later paying for all his college expenses in hopes that the man would turn his and baby iona’s life around. and that he did. god only knew why ife had chosen political science as a major but it worked wonders for him. starting small running for city councilor, governor, senate, all the way to winning the presidency couple years ago.

iona on the other hand was never interested in politics or anything related to it. her father already better status as a man and her godfather’s influence made her quite the popular girl as a teenager and young adult, it was no wonder she became a somewhat internet celebrity (which did influence on her father’s campaign but that’s a story for another day). has a ba in photography from oxford and became captain of their volleyball team by the second year but her entire life revolves around her instagram account and the sponsors she gets from it.

personality wise she’s..... soft and bubbly. believes kindness is the way to go and you could never have too many friends. doesn’t have much of a back bone and relies on her employees or close friends to fight her battles for her since she couldn’t really do it without crying her eyes out. the rest i’ll figure out as i go bc i never rlly stick to the original plan anyway.

task 002.

&&. is that ( tao okamoto )?? no, it’s just ( fumiko ). she is a ( crown princess ) of ( japan ).she is ( 32 ) years old and her birthday is the ( 29th ) of ( june ) which makes her a ( cancer ).  she is ( intelligent & amiable ) and ( diligent & frank ) but, unfortunately, also ( uncertain & passive ). those traits just make her a ( ravenclaw ) and in scientific terms an ( enfp ). she is ( straight/questioning ) and the plaza’s ( logistician ).  her theme song is ( still ) by ( the japanese house ). her interests include ( gardening & knitting  ). she practices ( shinto ) and is a supporter of ( constitutional democratic party of japan ). her quirk is ( leaving her phone in random places because she’s used to having a pager ) and favourite quote is ( you cannot change fate. however, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.  ) from ( princess mononoke ) because ( it’s one of her favorite movies ). last but not least she ( does ) believe in true love.

biography.

after world war ii and the subsequent allied occupation, the imperial family lost significant power as a parliamentary constitutional monarchy was installed. a lesser branch of the original family was placed on the chrysanthemum throne, and in line with the post war reforms that granted women the right to vote and ensured equal pay in the workplace, absolute primogeniture was written into the constitution as well

while the throne is largely a ceremonial position, emperor akihiko (one of the youngest to take the throne, at 32) won the loyalty of many civil servants and future government leaders by being extremely liberal with his donations and scholarships for educational pursuits. this habit was continued by his son, emperor takehiko, and his granddaughter, empress masumi (the first female imperial reign since 1771) leading to the imperial family retaining a degree of influence that was unintended by the written constitution. they do not make decisions for their people, but...they have sway with the ministers.

the family does keep the tradition of using no surname (though it’s not uncommon for children to use the surnames of their consort parent for legal purposes outside the country) -- they’re the imperial family after all, they are known

fumiko is neither the eldest, nor a son and for a long, long while could not understand why her mother was so very delighted that her first child, her inheritor, would be a boy. or why masumi had all the time in the world for her older brother, masahiko’s questions but none for her, or her younger sister, tamiko. (the law might have decreed masumi was empress, but only she and the emperor-consort seiji understood how much harder she’d had to work to accomplish feats similar to her father).

nonetheless, crown prince masahiko, princess fumiko and princess tamiko were close growing up, though the girls spent more time with their father than their mother due to the nature of her work. the importance of education was impressed upon them, but in true royal fashion, they were expected to learn instruments and build at least one artistic skill as well: fumiko chose calligraphy. 

she always had a steady hand, and given her position as a second-born princess, was confident her royal duties would never be significant. her mother’s attentions seemed to indicate as much. so it wasn’t entirely out of the blue when she expressed her desire to pursue medicine and surgery. her father had been pleased, her mother less so, but seiji cajoled masumi into letting her study in europe for her undergraduate degree

he wasn’t around to convince the empress by the time fumiko applied to medical school in america, but by then the empress hadn’t seemed to care much either. her younger sister always begged her to visit more often, but the palace hadn’t felt like home after the funeral.

somehow the crown prince -- perfect child, perfect older brother that he was -- found time to visit her every few months, even if it was for scant days at a time. she should have noticed when he started dining with her classmate, but med school kept her so busy. it’s her younger sister who asks if their older brother is dating. it seems too absurd to consider at first, and they both giggle at the idea of him being married. 

fumiko decides to take a year between med school and training to serve in a global non-profit medical initiative to provide medical services to low resource/low income areas. the life is fast paced, exciting and meaningful. she didn’t realize how a perfunctory visit to the best children’s hospital in istanbul to learn new procedures and request supplies would change her life. 

she returns to europe for her residency, and while long distance might not have suited many others, access to a private jet makes the distance much shorter. a couple hours flight isn’t difficult to manage when you’re in love: anything and everything seems possible then.

the restaurant aslan chooses is just fancy enough to let an anticipatory buzz flow through fumiko’s veins -- they’ve been together four years, things between them have been good, sure there was a good chance she’d have to give up her career to fulfill her duties if married to a crown prince, but that didn’t mean she had to stop championing for access to medicine, right? she swallows the doubts that sat on her tongue like a bitter pill. (it’s all moot anyway when he doesn’t produce a ring before dessert.)

it’s hell organizing a transfer for her residency, but between her broken heart and her brother’s impending wedding, it makes the most sense to come home (and her title smooths the way). in all the time fumiko had spent away, she hadn’t realized how old her mother had become. empress masumi was still imposing, but for the first time fumiko could see the withered lines near her mouth and eyes and when she takes her mother’s hands, they seem so unbelievably delicate, like parchment.

her older brother takes her out for lunch the day she completes her general surgery residency -- her younger sister has organized a lavish party in the evening -- congratulates her effusively, but there’s a strange look on his face. she laughs when he says he and his wife were expecting, tells him not to worry, everything would be fine. she can tell from the automatic tilt of his lips, that her reassurance had done little to alleviate his troubled brow. (later she’ll know she said the exact wrong thing.)

it starts at the press conference for the pregnancy announcement. part way through, her older brother’s breath grows rapid, he looks lost, confused, like a child. though security rushes the journalists out, rumors quickly spread about the crown prince’s panic attack. that on it’s own wouldn’t have been damning. 

in the months that follow, none of the family members notice the shaking hands, or the decanter in his office being refilled with increasing frequency. her younger sister points out at dinner once that masahiko was sweating and trembling. he dismisses her, citing stress and the empress snaps at her daughter that she wouldn’t understand his burdens. admittedly, fumiko heard about all this from her younger sister later -- she had been in surgery.

it comes to a messy end with the car accident. they don’t know who connects the dots between the alcohol levels in his blood, the bar cart in his office, the pills discovered in his bathroom, to the press conference that was cut short. story after story is printed about a man who carried too much on his shoulders and failed. she reads them and wonders how she didn’t know. the public reads them and wonders if he should inherit the crown. 

the throne has to go to her, though her mother’s younger brother masaaki and his first born son takeo would be more than a little pleased if she proved to be an unsuitable heir; but her elder brother promises her from the hospital bed that her mother would prefer fumiko over her cousin. her mother says nothing, but nods in agreement. 

their team runs a hastily spun pr campaign, rebranding her lack of public presence in years before as shyness, using her career as a stepping stone to the throne -- a princess who saved lives sounded much better than a surgeon who had avoided her family -- before announcing the birth of the (ex) crown prince’s child and his abdication in one conference at the beginning of 2021. (no matter how many times he repeats it is the best decision for my family, the country knows the truth.)

as far as anyone knows, crown princess fumiko of japan is the least politically experienced heir on the royalty scene, though her sense of compassion for humanity does her credit. in the grand total of six months into her role as crown princess, the only initiative she has led is a mental health awareness and acceptance campaign which received mixed reactions given her brother’s scandal, but in general, is seen as too minor a step to reassure anyone in particular of her qualifications. (beneath the surface, the seed of distrust germinates; the imperial family was meant to hold strong, not falter)

but the reality is this: fumiko had been ready to give up her profession for love or so she thinks, but now that she must for duty, she views the throne as an unanswered question, a call she’s not sure she should follow. (and her mother, ever watching and ever disappointed it always seems, cannot tell her she is worthy either.) 

info.

personality wise, fumiko is...well she’s the consummate doctor. she’s patient when she listens, explains her thoughts clearly, tries to give hope where she can and comfort where she cannot 

but all of this hinges on honesty, on transparency; it doesn’t suit political theater, she cannot say one thing and mean another

working in medicine has also desensitized her to issues that are possibly taboo (bodily fluids are less skeevy when they end up on your scrubs frequently) and being out of the public scene has amped that habit up even further

she’s quiet on matters she knows little about, does not recognize the privilege that has afforded her the opportunities she has, nor who had to bear the burden that allowed her this lifestyle (...until quite recently)

being good at studies is expected, but fumiko’s true joy is working with her hands. she likes gardening, isn’t great at knitting but enjoys the dexterous exercise it provides

but more than that, she does not hesitate to throw herself into duties others might deem beneath them

super annoyed by the pr campaign, doesn’t like how it positions her as a delicate flower, a bud close to blooming. she’s not shy, just uncertain in a new environment

there’s no reason to call her doctor now, but fumiko preferred it over your highness

fumiko is used to being good at things, having spent a lifetime learning them. feeling unprepared for her position leaves her feeling off kilter most of the time

aside from calligraphy, fumiko kept up piano for most of her life

she’s hesitant to involve the japanese military anywhere -- despite their large budget, they are a self-defense force, a distinction that matters to the people; unless japanese lives are in danger there is little incentive to deploy troops anywhere

p good at swerving matchmaking attempts, first by being absent, second by being busy (and third, because it’s hard to fall in love again). time (and largely interest) isn’t quite in her favor to find a suitable partner and promptly produce an heir….but her younger sister, tamiko is unattached and young, and fumiko is keeping an eye out for her

rumor has it a famous designer created a whole collection inspired by her haircut in uni (she is mortified about this)

she calls/texts/video chats her older brother, masahiko, very frequently, that’s why she’s looking at her phone all the time -- probably overcorrecting for her lack of attention to his needs before

has a rather notorious sweet tooth, keeps a candy dish on her desk and loves trying candy from anywhere and everywhere

arrived late bc she’s been catching up with all her new duties (and is still mulling over whether she wants this role, whether there’s not another way), plus like hosting the olympics is a Thing (her favorite events are always the gymnasts)

plots.

she knows the city well, but probably not as well as she should -- but she’s happy to play tour guide as best she can!

friends from uni (i’ve not picked where exactly she attends her undergrad, or where she was doing the first half of her residency but this would be europe specific)!

all the health clinics pls, she is v passionate about access to healthcare

mentors! she’s new to the whole heir to a throne thing pls help

negative rships! fumiko isn’t the best with royal etiquette and has a tendency to be frank without always being tactful so maybe she caused offense somewhere, or maybe you’re a scorned ex of her brother so have to keep up loyalties or smth idk

idk, she’s new, she’s uncertain, she’s open to learning and developing her style of leadership, so anything u have in mind pls lmk!

will be posting wc’s for her younger sister (tamiko) and cousin (takeo) soon!

yes, down below i totally ripped this from his profile page.

sixth and last child of the late emperor and empress. and pampered as hell. literally. zhaohui grew up never needing to want nor ask for more, because if the occasion ever arose it was taken care of promptly then and there. he grows to have everything and anything, an ever-growing excess that should keep his boredom at bay.(at least that is what it should have done)

instead, zhaohui finds himself growing bored easily. of the never-changing scenery, of how quick everyone is to please and appease him. so, he does what every pubescent, reckless kid does when they need a change  –  he rebels. (imagine the parties, the headlines, the overzealous spending and obscene pictures splattered across weibo)

but is it a rebellion when everyone is so quick to excuse him and his actions ?

sooner than expected, zhaohui’s 'rebellion' becomes but a funny, short-lived memory however his boredom is still present, if not a haunting reminder of how life is so damn stagnant. (the parties never end, the headlines but a matter of fine-print among comments about how zhaohui is so fun and inviting unlike his other siblings, and the spending ... well, it's well spent)

he goes through the motions, becoming the carefree, pleasant prince that no one can seem to hate because that’s just how he is and what can they do but adore the way he smiles his way out of the most minor of inconveniences. somehow knowing just what to say at the exact right time has become a habit, if not, a talent of his.

that’s when he gets into university. (too dumb for oxford, somehow smart enough for tsinghua) and is surprised by how different university life is to palace life. its filled with new experiences and much, much more opinionated people. the friends he makes in university are interesting, they don’t always agree with him, but they do know him and the money he brings with him. this interesting mix of people open up possibilities for him that he never quite thought of before, his brain an afterthought to his exuberant nature usually. this is how he and his friends co-found haoyu (浩宇) group.

haoyu group: what started as a way to develop games / invest in the gaming market in china quickly grew into a technology conglomerate like the likes of LVMH and tencent.

as a cofounder and major shareholder of the company, it leaves zhaohui with lots of free-time, too much free time. if he’s not needed in the office, he can be found in different parts of the world, traveling to his heart’s desire, never being in one place for too long, only going back for the most dire of things.

his siblings could expect a billion pictures sent to them via the group chat he single-handedly keeps alive just to make them aware he hasn't died in a cave in tijuana yet. the pictures are never in the same place twice, always doing something fun and adventurous with people he'll never see again. because that's who zhaohui has always been fun, wild and overly friendly. always searching for the next big thing to cure his next big bout of boredom.

but as free-willed as he is, zhaohui does want to seem useful to his family of rigid and ruthless intellects and country-praised royals, so this leads him to investing in interesting enterprises such as entertainment companies and acquiring weibo (which was definitely a suggestion from lixue).

(in hope that this could help in controlling the news and propaganda that gets regulated in china as weibo is among china's biggest social media platforms) currently, he's in the process of negotiations to gain control of wechat (another social media platform in china but this one is much, much bigger).

his life philosophy may very well be "we're here for a good time not a long time", and he wholeheartedly lives his life through such a motto whether it be in his relationships, where he travels and how he approaches any situation.

TL;DR

he’s overly friendly, traveled pretty much everywhere (you already know he has a ticket to space lbr), noncommittal af and cannot stay tied to one place, dumb personality but not so dumb business smarts, youngest chinese prince, gets bored easily.

SOME PLOTS

always hitting on his friend’s siblings so pls if you’re his friend and you have a sibling, watch out

noncommittal surprise surprise so get this guy some exes, maybe some one night stands, maybe fwb? but even those he may ditch after a couple months

maybe a fwb that he visits every few months just to keep it interesting like oh hi i forgot how u taste, ok now i remember lmfao

some friends to house his ass when he’s on their side of the world every few months because he’s always on the move

he’s just here for some fun and also to annoy his siblings but what else is new

𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗜 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀

otto kaspar zielcke is a man whose reputation often precedes him. it comes with the territory of being at the helm of rhine’s most effective and accomplished vehicle of leaders. he is young, but he runs a tight ship with his duke and duchesses. he counts himself lucky that their individual foibles complement each other seamlessly enough for things to run smoothly. they have their version of order, they like it, it works for them.

some people call him otto, some people call him ziel, some people call him kaspar — it depends on what capacity you know him in. he doesn’t mind either way. how you address him & how you see him are out of his control, so it’s not really a concern of his.

he does however introduce himself as kaspar.

kaspar is a man who is a little hard to explain; difficult to fit into a box. bit of an oddball to be designated the suave and well-mannered badge, but also too well-adjusted, refined and elegant to be called awkward or socially inept.

for one thing he’s a hybrid. his title was inherited from his father, his mother would have been marquess ( marquis? ) of basel had she not fallen so deeply for his father. their marriage was ill-fated, she was the source of a minor information leak, and her mistake wasn’t easily forgiven — it led her into the arms of someone else, and left to be with him ( that relationship, also ended eventually ). more on the history here.

while this means he is someone who hails from a broken family, it also means he’s lived in more than just one place, forging personal connections here and there, collecting experiences both as an heir and as a mere civilian. he comes from humbler beginnings than his peers: it makes him a little quieter, more observant, less prone to overt shows of pride.

this makes him a bit of a loner, a lot of his life was spent straddling the in-between be it geographically, emotionally, or between parents. when there is a tussle like that you often end up relying on yourself instead, and that’s okay. he prefers feeling alone in a crowded room, than with three people in an empty space, there is inherent safety in the former.

𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲-𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲-𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲

like most germans, he is direct and doesn’t envelope his words with multiple meanings or speak implicitly, but he is seemingly friendlier, he doesn’t mind being approached. he’ll just also be honest if you’re wasting time: he makes the things he says count.

he has this way about him that seems sympathetic and curious: it is peculiar because it isn’t contrived, a sort of childlike essence to it. it can give people the wrong idea sometimes — they assume either that he is being duplicitous or that he is easy to manipulate.

it’s not difficult to get him to talk, but he does not like to talk about himself.

he has a decent sense of humour, although you won’t find him cracking many jokes, it’s too awkward for him, however, he most likely will laugh at most of yours if they aren’t too clownish

by way of mannerisms, kaspar is soft and careful; delicate in the way he physically holds and handles things and is soft-spoken — a contrast to the rough sounding german language.

every so often his inner self will show itself, a sort of youthful innocence that remains in arrested development: a simplistic view of emotional complexities, that still feels things like wishful aspirations or hope or fanciful inventions that can only come from a vastly uninhibited imagination.  this part of him is dichotomous with the smart, well-studied and capable adult who supplements these impulses & ideas with practical, actionable concepts. he doesn’t ever have ill-intentions — not really. but life is life, and work is work.

most of kaspar’s work is conducted on the basis of statistics. sending something out into the stratosphere always has results; numbers; sixteen different probabilities. those results and outcomes are what he uses as a measure for his next steps and figuring out which ones will land: a lot of the strategy is involved in reading the social tea leaves.

investments should see the maximum possible returns where possible. he doesn’t like to waste money or resources and believes these things should go toward the service and benefit of people who worked for them. if they are expended, the cost should not outweigh the outcome. quality over quantity.

𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲, 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆

there is some irritation and discontent with current events in rhine that kaspar wants to see if he can fix. it’s been three years since his father passed away of cancer, and kaspar is building his own version of what he wants for rhine; what its future should look like. 

he also wants to connect certain dots with his past, mend in his own latent way the things he obsessively believes he needs to hold onto.

these things he is going to take moment by moment, and he is not really afraid of failing when the voices of dissent for what he’s against are louder to his ears than they are to berlin.

the duke of rhineland-palatinate was supposed to join the program originally, but had to delay his arrival due to personal matters. when wiebke joined the program by herself, kaspar offered to go in his stead. 

kaspar has little to no tolerance for bullies whether it’s of playground variety, or snakes dressed elegantly in finery and jewels. wiebke can handle herself, but seclusion is not well-fitted for a program like this and there are prying eyes and ears everywhere. all of rhine’s business and pursuits would cross bavaria one way or another, it would be easier to do it in person. 

&&. is that ( robert pattinson )?? no, it’s just ( otto kaspar zielcke ). he is the ( grand duke ) of ( rhine ). he is ( 33 ) years old and his birthday is the ( 2nd ) of ( september ) which makes him a ( virgo ).  he is ( diligent & dedicated ) and ( reserved & amiable ) but, unfortunately, also ( fanciful & capricious ). those traits just make him a ( ravenclaw ) and in scientific terms an ( istp ). he is ( heterosexual ) and the plaza’s ( clean slate ).  his theme song is ( can you feel the sun ) by ( missio ). his interests include ( skiing & reading ). he practices ( nothing ) . his quirk is ( he breathes in deep, like a long sniff before saying something of deep importance ) and favourite quote is ( it takes a long time to grow young ) by ( pablo picasso ) because ( it was the last thing his father quoted, and laughed at ). last but not least he ( does ) believe in true love.