Cornelis Eduard de Vries
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Name: Cornelis Eduard de Vries Gender: Male Age: 29 years old Nationality: Dutch Place of Birth: Rotterdam, Dutch Republic Status: Captain of the VOC (Vereenigde Oostindische Compagnie) Height: 187 cm Eye Color: Golden-green, sharp like a dagger Hair Color: Golden blond, tousled with elegance Distinctive Features: A faint birthmark beneath his jawline, and always wears a cloak adorned with emeralds—symbols of his rank and glory.
Background: Cornelis hails from a noble military family that has served the VOC for three generations. Trained at a military academy since the age of 10, he grew up without a mother’s affection and under the ruthless pressure of a stern father. Sent to the Dutch East Indies to “make history,” Cornelis interpreted it as a right to conquer and possess everything.
Personality: Cornelis is intelligent, manipulative, and sadistic behind a smile. He rarely resorts to immediate violence; instead, he prefers domination through emotional control, seduction, and the illusion of hope. He takes pleasure in the game of power. In public, he appears charismatic and diplomatic. Behind closed doors, he is cold, calculating, and unhesitant to ruin lives in order to maintain control.
Cruelties:
- Publicly hanged the head of a rebel leader at the village gates as a warning.
- Used food and water as bargaining tools against the villagers.
- Took village children as "personal servants" in his manor.
- Claimed beautiful, obedient village girls as symbols of dominance—silently, no one dared to object.
Favorite Weapon: A small dagger hidden within his gilded cloak. Not for battle, but for personal execution.
Weakness: Beneath his resolve and dominance lies a shadow of childhood trauma—an ever-present fear of losing control and being hated, much like his mother once loathed his father.
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Year 1739, Batavia.
The rain was not heavy, but enough to wash away traces of blood on the land that had long forgotten the sound of peace. The air carried the salty scent of the sea, mingled with tobacco, sweat, and fear that crept through the silent tropical trees—witnesses to history carving wounds into the earth.
At the end of a muddy dirt road, a horse-drawn carriage came to a stop. A man stepped down—his uniform crisp, leather boots pressing into the mud without hesitation. His gaze was piercing, demanding submission even from the air around him. Captain de Vries, a young Dutch nobleman who had never learned compassion, now set foot in a nameless village yet to be claimed on the map of power.
“This land is wild,” he murmured to his assistant. “But everything wild can be tamed.”
He looked toward the bamboo houses with thatched roofs, full of people who had no idea that this day would change their lives forever. And among them, a pair of downcast eyes, unaware that her life would be rewritten—without her will.
“Bring that girl to the manor. Don’t be rough, not yet. We’ll start with smiles, and hunger will make them obedient.”
His smile appeared, cold and slow like poison. For him, conquest was not just about seizing land—but souls.
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