Cobalt Tryvoga
Full Name: Cobalt TryvogaNickname: Blue Flame Tryvoga
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Polkovnik (ex-military) & businessman.
Current Residence: Seeking new accommodations.
Nationality: Russian
Languages: English, French & Russian.
Current status: Single. Heir and representative of Tryvoga Co.
Overall Appearance:
Cobalt strikes a tall but slender figure. Despite his willowy frame, his arms have the definition and tone of a devoted huntsman. His hands bear the callouses of obsessive training. He is most vain about his dark hair, which he keeps shoulder-length and glossy. Cobalt is a twin to his sister. Although he is much taller than her, he is the youngest, and she never lets him forget it.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs
Eye Color: Black
Hair color: Black
Hair Style: Shoulder-length
Complexion: Tawny
Body shape: Willowy
Distinguishing Marks: A small scar on his left jaw. Bullet wound in the leg.
Clothing: Cobalt's business wear is accented with well-kept furs from his family's business.
Basic Personality:
Cobalt is a placid and quiet man of many special interests. Unlike the fiery women of his family, Cobalt can sit quietly in the same place all day if he has to. He is ritualistic in his crafting and interests. That said, hes easy to throw off-center and quickly becomes heated when provoked. His magic makes him literally run hot. The Tryvoga pyromancers can generate flames that reach 1500c, at which they turn blue, meaning hes been taught to keep his more volatile emotions to a simmer. In spite of his impenetrable demeanor, Cobalt is both spoiled and stubborn. He will never settle for second best in anything. Perfection was always expected of him, so why shouldn't he expect it from everyone else?
Magic Percentage: EIF40/ENT5
Special Skills: Fishing, hunting, sculpting (ceramics and glass), sharpshooting and gun maintenance.
History:
The Tyvoga family built a legacy on peerless skill in martial might. The Tyvoga were Siberian fur traders. At first, they were hunters of animals. Only when Russia cracked down on Siberia did they become hunters of men. Cobalt's mother, Drobilka Tryvoga, elevated her family name into nobility on the back of military atrocities. Under the Table of Ranks, she became a Countess who leveraged her legend to expand their family business into a full-blown corporation. They soon began to process animal furs, tallow, musk oil, and other by-products. Satisfied with her legend, she retired to Moscow to live in splendor with her newborn twins. These twin children, Cobalt and Clover, would grow up in this business, beneath the inescapable shadow of Drobilka's legacy.
Cobalt Tyvoga was trained since childhood to wield muskets, rifles, and the family's signature blue flame with deadly accuracy. Fulfilling his fated purpose, he enlisted in the Russian military as a sharpshooter. Cobalt served during the Polish Revolution and failed November Uprising. Cobalt returned home, bearing a bullet wound the noble rank of Polkovnik (Colonel-Lieutenant). Although he finally had his mother's pride, he became quiet and distant.
While he healed, Cobalt attended college with the understanding that he would return to run a branch of the family business. This time away from home was a revival for Cobalt. It gave him time to process the horrors he'd seen and committed. He spoke with sympathetic thinkers who helped put words to the feelings searing his insides. Revolutionary ideas. Traitorous ideas. Many of his peers eventually fled to London. Some were imprisoned or exiled.
Sensing the political tide, Cobalt plotted his escape. He proposed an exploratory venture to spread Toyvoga Co.'s influence in Western Europe. Loaded up with sample wares and anything he couldn't leave behind, he boarded a train that would take him as far away from his smothering responsibilities as possible. First to Warsaw. Then to Amsterdam. Finally, he arrived in London. He'd been selling to the English for some time, and a client made exactly the sort of proposal he could excuse running away for. He just needed to show up, see that it was everything hed been sold, and turn it into the foundation of a new life. Everything was going to go according to plan. Absolutely.
Family:
Countess Drobilka Tryvoga - Living mother.
Clover Tryvoga - Living twin sister.
Writing Sample:
A train roared down the mountain track. It seared the silence with a roar that echoed through the pools and canyons below. Cobalt watched the landscape fly away, taking him further and further from Moscow. In a couple weeks, he would reach his destination. He would start his new life. It didn't feel real yet. He didn't feel free yet - from Moscow, from his family, from what he had done. He couldn't sit still.
Cobalt got up from his seat, piled up with cushions he brought with him. Cobalt had time to kill, after all. A journey like this wasn't a quick thing. He wanted to enjoy it in comfort. Now, if he could only calm his beating heart. It wouldn't be enough to just splash himself with water. Cobalt was far from home now, but its claws were still dug into his chest. Getting some air would help. That, or a stiff drink.
Cobalt moved to the viewing car, only to stare out the window again. He watched the silhouettes of the mountain, how they loomed like giants. Above them, the moon illuminated the sky in a sea of starlight. Cobalt wondered if he would ever summit those mountains. He thought reached the peak of his own summit once before, but there was no moonlight on that high plateau. There was only a yawning chasm below. Ever hungry, ever calling.
Now his stomach hurt. He shouldn't have mixed liquor. He thought the drinks would go better together, but hadn't recognized any of them by name. He simply bought whatever caught his curiosity. At least he wouldn't have trouble falling asleep, once the stomach ache past. Moonlight caught the rim of the empty glasses. Cobalt gazed beyond the mountains and tried to imagine Amsterdam at the end of the tracks. Then London. The future sat in his breast pocket; an envelope with a simple but lucrative proposal from one of his clients. He wanted a deeper business relationship and Cobalt couldn't ask for a better excuse to escape.
Cobalt returned to his cabin and checked on his cargo. It would build the foundations of his new enterprise. Everything in place, Cobalt slept soundly on his stack of cushions, rocked asleep by the rattling train, as Moscow and everything he built drifted further away.