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Many have described Brittany as a very "beautiful" man. He would move with all the grace held in suspense of a deer mid-leap. Also with an appearance that was at once masculine and refined. He is deliberate and mindful in movement and speech. Very prideful in his appearance and manner of dress.
- Scar running over his jawline from impact debris.
- His hair is always kept perfectly neat. Greying below the temples.
- He wears a corset to keep an elegant figure under his uniform and for pain management.
- His eyes are a very bright silver.
A man who observes rules. If ever placed in a situation without hierarchy or observances, he is slow to adapt. He loves tragedies, sad music and is generally cynical and assumes the worst of anyone he doesn't know. Very value-driven and will not make exceptions for even his best friend; Quick to cast aside anyone who doesn't adhere to his ideals.
Very calculating and meticulous, he is a brilliant tactician and navigator, but his weaknesses lay in his lack of creativity (outside of proven theory) and in social interaction in context that isn't strictly professional. His personal or intimate relationships often suffer from his coldness & self-imposed repression of emotion. Cautious and given to planning overmuch, he can struggle to be impulsive. Similarly, he is careful to maintain his dignity and tends to move slowly and with deliberation. It could give someone the incorrect impression that he is slow to act or melancholic.
Brittany is a hobbiest naturalist and specifically loves entomology and marine biology. He keeps many sketches of spiders and insects in his books that he draws himself which have, in small part, contributed to science in the past. Also fascinated with sea life and has drawn far too many dolphins in his journals.
He loves sailing in the balmy weather of the east and west indies and will readily engage in existential conversation over tea and the majestic views of the sea. He would not admit out loud to others that the power of the sea is electric and he feels it in his soul, connected no better to it than through mastering a sailing ship.
Born January 22nd as an only child (with a few half-siblings), he held most of his parents Joanna and Astor's attention. His father was paternal but austere, while his mother was eccentric and doting. His middle name, Victoria, is the name his mother wanted to give him had he been born a woman- very attached to the idea that if he had been, he'd never have to go to war. Her greatest fear was that her child die before her. When his mother tragically died due to mysterious circumstance soon after he entered the service, both he and his father grew distant and cynical in their grief; Their interactions dry and emotionless. One of his greatest regrets is leaving without saying farewell out of anger on his first post as a Commander of his own ship, only to return years later to find his father had passed, leaving him alone with collections of unsent letters full of the words he'd never been able to say to his son. A series that detailed the blame (and later) regret for accusing him of killing Joanna by breaking her art and going to war.
With little reason to remain on dry land, Brittany threw himself into his work and ambitiously pursued commissions and postings. Eventually, many years later, he had climbed to the rank of Admiral. (Currently rear-admiral of the white.) He would (fail to) maintan several relationships on shore during this time. Despite this, he has many (very) casual friendships, is a cousin of the Queen and generally well-liked, though has a reputation of being rather cold.
He asks him if he would come to have a drink now that they were laid up here until the morrow.
Brittany's eyes widen momentarily and he quickly glances over his shoulder to see that it was, indeed, himself that was asked.
He reclaims his tight posture and lidded expression just as quickly as it had gone.
"You should be more eager to be rid of me." He smiles in a small way and yet was entirely warmer of expression than any time before.
"Enjoy your time free of my yoke. Besides;" He leans to one side for but a second as he shifts his weight to turn and make his way back toward the wharf. "You would find me poor company."
A magnificently constructed seventy-four of incredible power. A ship blessed with a storied history and well loved by the Navy. Thought to be invincible and often called Queen of the waves. Though all stories must, one day, find their end...
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