Christian Costa

Age: 33
Origin: Madrid Spain
Occupation: Head of the Vega Household in Moscow

Personality:  Christian is a pretty no-nonsense guy with a big heart and the tolerance of a saint.  He's proper at all times as he's hiding many secrets -- none of them are his own. 

Description:  Classic Spanish male with dark hair and eyes.  He wears expensive suits that he shouldn't be able to afford as JUST another servant.  But the Vega's pay well.  He does not speak in a broken accent, though he can preform it on cue if asked.  Christian in casual clothes could fit in anywhere any place and look as if he belonged.

History:

Christian was born, raised and grew up in the slums of Madrid.  Parents weren't homeless but they were only one step up from losing their house or car at any point in his childhood.

Christian didn't graduate high school, never went much past the middle grades as he spent most of his teenage years trying to help take care of his three younger siblings, mother and keep his two older brothers ones out of trouble.  He is a natural care giver.

He took odd jobs wherever he could take them and had spent many years floating through some of the gardening units that catered to the rich and famous.  A lot of the estate wives would oggle him so when Dorian Vega approached him to become his pool boy it came as no shock.  There were plenty of shocks that followed afterwards.

Christian spent the summer in a speedo and nothing much else as he lived on the Vega's estate in their pool house.  He was the eye candy for one Anastasia Vega, wife to a cop and the heir to Jivana.  A job Dorian Vega did not want.

It was not uncommon for the women of the estates he worked at to proposition him and in most cases he said no.  But there were hints from the master of the home and when Ana corralled him one evening he couldn't say no.  Word got around the estate and instead of getting fired, Dorian Vega handed him keys to the car and his new job was the personal attendant to Mrs. Vega.  He was to be at her beckon call.  And he has been ever since.

Christian learned many secrets over the years.  Too many to count, and more than enough to continue receiving a pay check for years after the senior Vega dies.  But there is no true need for the payday, Christian loves the Vegas, including Dorian, despite what you'd think should be animosity now that he's openly bedding Vega's now ex-wife.

Christian proposed to Ana shortly after Dorian left the Vega Estate in Moscow due to his betrayal of those Ana and Cruz  considered family -- Christian too, but he had no say in any of the matters.  They will never get married otherwise legally Ana would lose the Vega Estates and money that she is promised in alimony.  Ana and Dorian insist that it wouldn't come to legal matters and Dorian says he'd never take it away, but why risk it.  They've been happy all these years just the way things were.  Why change it.

But now that Christian runs his own house, things are different, he's a bit lost and listless not knowing what really to do since they've now hired a new head of household and he no longer 'runs the house.'  At least not in the same way though he still tries.


(face: Luciano Costa cause I'll forget and have to google 'Kaidan Alenko model' again)

Hey Jaxen,  

Yes, I blame you for this.  If you hadn't made the show this glitz and glamour thing it would never have happened.  If the show hadn't gone viral I wouldn't be "forced" to hunt down my favorite character.  Nor would I have to kill Sly in the end of it all.

*throws sparkles in Jaxen's direction* Thanks! (honestly, thanks!  Love it went off the rails by one simple declaration.  Hey, ain't that how Aria's darkness started...  Yes, I blame you.  Thank you.)

((This is an old thread that I am reposting so that the end of it can work into other 3rd Age plots)).

[[continued from Failed Duties. Datsuzoku means a deviation from routine.]]


When she told him what she had agreed to, at first Kōta had blinked at her in surprise. But he found equilibrium quickly enough, processing quietly for several moments in which Eido sipped her tea and watched him across the table. After a moment he used his hashi to rudely point between mouthfuls. “Not what I meant by “living”, little sister.” But he grinned and shrugged after, and barraged her with his questions. Eido was circumspect with connecting the bridge between Zephyr and Kōta; at least until they could be sure that the trust was rightly placed. But otherwise she answered truthfully, and he accepted her judgement and the risk it posed, as she had been sure he would. Afterwards she asked some questions of her own, about the Syndicate and the man who had travelled from Singapore to lay claim to it here. Kōta answered readily enough with what he knew, and cautioned neutrality whilst the waves were churning up Moscow’s underworld. He gave her a look. But neither mentioned Kiyohito or his quest.

“I remember when you were a child, Hiro-chan. Small and delicate as a button, and too fearless for your own good. You followed wherever I went, whenever you could.” When he’d finished eating he moved away his bowl and leaned across the small space. Beneath the darkness of his close-cut beard a smile tweaked his lips. “But if I blinked and miraculously discovered you missing, it was always with the animals I knew to find you. Especially when there were babies.” He laughed a little and pushed himself to his feet, pausing to tousle her hair with his palm until it wisped like gossamer across her face. Eido gave him a withering look beneath it, but afterwards looked away and smiled quietly to herself at the annoying affection as she pushed the strands from her eyes.

“My name is Eidolon,” she corrected evenly, beginning to clear the table of their breakfast. “You picked it for me. You should use it.”

He only rumbled laughter. It was a well-worn argument between them, for he never used it when they were alone, and Eido never failed to insist. In her peripheral she heard him head towards the bathroom, stifling a yawn and rolling the shoulder joint of his injured arm. “I always wondered if you made your oaths because it was what you wanted, or if you were too busy setting your footsteps in mine you never even considered a different path. Just promise me you are looking where you are going now, Chihiro.”

I am all for more WoT content, but I am such a cynic when it comes to Red Eagle/iwot -_-

https://www.ign.com/articles/the-wheel-o...hite-tower

"It is an action-adventure about a young girl with a special gift whose life is forever changed when evil visits her remote mountain village. Finding herself alone in a dangerous world, she must go to The White Tower to learn how to use her magical powers in order to save her family and friends. Rebellious and distrusting, she learns that friendship can be as powerful a weapon against evil as any form of magic."

Anything prequel based is a HUGE playground. But that blurb essentially sounds like the books. Like, literally Nynaeve. I hope the animation is pretty at least (assuming it gets that far).

Okay.  So in less than 2 weeks.  (either 7/2 or 7/4 I don't know which) FA will be 10.

10 years I've known you guys and we've been writing these crazy characters of ours.

Just totally wow!  Seriously where did all that time go?