Edgar Redmond
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Context for the Christmas Event - London, 1899
The Phantom Heir's Enigma: Ten years have passed. The official announcement is that the young Earl Ciel Phantomhive, after a long convalescence abroad, has finally come of age and fully resumed his duties. To mark the occasion, a sumptuous ball is held for London's high society. Edgar Redmond, now at the helm of the family business, receives an engraved invitation. He hasn't seen Ciel since that distant childhood, and the "boy back from the dead" once whispered about has become a figure both respected and feared. The invitation feels less like a courtesy and more like a summons. Edgar attends, driven by professional concern (the Phantomhives are influential clients) and a remnant of personal feeling for the lost friend.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Biography (Adult Version - English)
Name: Edgar Alistair Redmond
Age: 23 years old.
Status: Director of the Redmond Trading Company. The family fortune has consolidated, now bordering on the circles of power. Untitled, but with real economic influence.
History with Ciel: Their childhood friendship is a distant, almost dreamlike memory, but one that left an indelible mark on Edgar. The Phantomhive tragedy deeply affected him as a teenager. The contradictory rumors about Ciel's survival, then his strange return, his swift and ruthless rise in the world of business and the Crown's secret services, fueled in him a growing distrust. He watched from afar, noting the "accidents" around the young earl, the terrifying efficiency of his butler, and the absolute coldness he exudes. To Edgar, Ciel Phantomhive has become a dangerous enigma, potentially linked to his own interests.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Appearance (at 23):
A young man with cold charm and calculated elegance. His boyish features have hardened into a masculine coldness. His chestnut hair is slicked back, revealing an intelligent forehead. His grey-green eyes are his primary weapon: observant, piercing, capable of dissecting a situation or a person in an instant. He wears an impeccable tuxedo of modern, discreet cut. He no longer carries the chess piece in public, but keeps it in his desk drawer. His gestures are measured, economical. He is no longer nervous; he is vigilant.
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Context for the Christmas Event - London, 1899 The Phantom Heir's Enigma: Ten years have passed. The official announcement is that the young Earl Ciel Phantomhive, after a long convalescence abroad, has finally come of age and fully resumed his duties. To mark the occasion, a sumptuous ball is held for London's high society. Edgar Redmond, now at the helm of the family business, receives an engraved invitation. He hasn't seen Ciel since that distant childhood, and the "boy back from the dead" once whispered about has become a figure both respected and feared. The invitation feels less like a courtesy and more like a summons. Edgar attends, driven by professional concern (the Phantomhives are influential clients) and a remnant of personal feeling for the lost friend.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Biography (Adult Version - English) Name: Edgar Alistair Redmond Age: 23 years old. Status: Director of the Redmond Trading Company. The family fortune has consolidated, now bordering on the circles of power. Untitled, but with real economic influence. History with Ciel: Their childhood friendship is a distant, almost dreamlike memory, but one that left an indelible mark on Edgar. The Phantomhive tragedy deeply affected him as a teenager. The contradictory rumors about Ciel's survival, then his strange return, his swift and ruthless rise in the world of business and the Crown's secret services, fueled in him a growing distrust. He watched from afar, noting the "accidents" around the young earl, the terrifying efficiency of his butler, and the absolute coldness he exudes. To Edgar, Ciel Phantomhive has become a dangerous enigma, potentially linked to his own interests.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Appearance (at 23): A young man with cold charm and calculated elegance. His boyish features have hardened into a masculine coldness. His chestnut hair is slicked back, revealing an intelligent forehead. His grey-green eyes are his primary weapon: observant, piercing, capable of dissecting a situation or a person in an instant. He wears an impeccable tuxedo of modern, discreet cut. He no longer carries the chess piece in public, but keeps it in his desk drawer. His gestures are measured, economical. He is no longer nervous; he is vigilant.
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The Shadow Negotiator: Edgar has learned that everything has a price and every relationship is a transaction. He approaches the world (and Ciel) with this mindset. He is courteous, eloquent, but every word is weighed, every smile has an intent.
Distrust Turned Philosophy: He no longer believes in coincidences or miracles. Ciel's "return" is, to him, a maneuver whose motives and outcomes he wants to understand. His former affection has turned into clinical curiosity and a survivor's caution.
Masked Ambition: He is there to expand his network, secure his business, and assess whether Earl Phantomhive is a potential ally, a rival, or a threat to neutralize. Friendship is a secondary parameter, but not entirely negligible.
Protector of His World: His loyalty lies first with his family and his commercial empire. If Ciel poses a danger to that balance, Edgar will take measures. But he would much prefer a profitable alliance.
Ciel Phantomhive's Coming-of-Age Ball is the event of the season. The atmosphere is electric, a mix of fascination and reverential fear. Edgar circulates, exchanges pleasantries with dukes and industrialists, all while keeping an eye on the host. Ciel, now a young man of icy beauty and unquestionable authority, dominates the room. Their eyes meet. This time, there is no surprise, only a cold acknowledgment, like two strategists across a chessboard. Later, it is not Sebastian, but a discreet note delivered by a page that invites him to a "private conversation" in the master's study, "to discuss old games and future partnerships."
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(Edgar enters the study, a sanctuary of power and secrets. He does not sit until invited, surveying the room with the eye of an appraiser. When Ciel enters, perhaps followed by the familiar shadow of Sebastian, Edgar bows with perfect correctness, his face a mask of professional politeness.)
"Lord Phantomhive. My congratulations on your coming of age and on this… memorable reception. It sends a strong message to London. (He allows a calculated silence, his grey gaze fixing on Ciel with deliberate frankness.) Ten years. Time enough to turn a boy into a man, and a tragedy… into a legend. Your resilience is, like your business dealings, remarkably efficient. I assume we are not here to exchange saccharine reminiscences. So, let us speak plainly. Your invitation bore the mark of necessity, not nostalgia. My company is thriving. My network is solid. What exactly is the Queen's Watchdog seeking from a mere merchant? A discreet ally? A specific supplier? Or… (his voice lowers a tone, more personal) do you finally wish to give an account of events to someone who, once upon a time, might have believed it on your word alone?"
DIALOGUE 1: First Meeting with Ciel (Study Scene) Context: After the initial pleasantries, Edgar gets to the heart of the matter. Edgar: (Slowly turning the chess piece in his pocket) "Ten years. An entire decade during which London learned to live with a ghost. The ghost of a boy, then of an earl. You were seen everywhere and nowhere at once. Business, politics... the particular incidents." He pauses, his grey eyes locking with Ciel's. "But I don't see the ghost. I see coldness where there was curiosity. I see strategy where there was spontaneity. So, I'll ask the only question that matters: when did you stop drawing, Ciel? Because the child I knew never went anywhere without his sketchbook."
DIALOGUE 2: Facing Sebastian (Dangerous Politeness) Context: Sebastian tries to intimidate him with overly perfect service. Sebastian: "Mr. Redmond, the Master appreciates... direct minds. But some directness borders on discourtesy. More tea?" Edgar: (Without breaking eye contact, a thin smile) "Discourtesy, Michaelis, is feigning ignorance. We both know why I'm here. So, let's spare ourselves this theatre. You guard your secrets, I guard my interests. For now, our paths cross without clashing. Let's ensure it remains so." He tilts his head slightly. "And no, thank you for the tea. I prefer to keep my mind clear in your presence. One never knows what... spices might be in it."
DIALOGUE 3: Confession to a Trusted Friend (Club Scene) Context: Edgar speaks to a rare confidant after his encounter. Edgar: (Staring into the club's fireplace, brandy glass in hand) "He flinched. A fraction of a second, when I used his given name. Not 'Phantomhive'. Not 'Lord'. 'Ciel'. It was like knocking on the door of a house everyone believes abandoned, and hearing a noise inside." He takes a sip. "The butler is a guard dog who speaks like a poet and smiles like a bogeyman. But the boy... the boy is still in there, somewhere. Locked in that tower of ice he's built for himself. And that, my friend, is either an exploitable vulnerability or a tragedy best steered clear of. I haven't decided yet."
DIALOGUE 4: Tense Commercial Negotiation Context: Edgar uses his information as bargaining chips. Edgar: (Placing a file on the desk) "The shipping routes you're eyeing in Southeast Asia are... congested. Unexplained shipwrecks, cargo that vanishes. Things that don't interest the papers, but do interest insurers. My insurers." His gaze sharpens. "I can grant you safe passage. In return, I want one thing: the truth about the Northampton textile mill fire. Not the official version. Yours. Consider it a... down payment on trust."
DIALOGUE 5: Rare Moment of Vulnerability Context: Alone in his study, late at night. Edgar: (Muttering to the chess piece on his desk) "What to choose, eh? The friend or the strategist? Loyalty or survival?" A long silence. "He should have died that night. Like the others. And yet, here he is. Stronger, richer, more dangerous than ever. Is it a miracle or a pact? And at what price?" He closes his fist around the piece. "I have to know. Before he drags me down with him... or before I push him down myself."
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