Biography
My father, the Earl, made his fortune off the railways, and tells me that I shall, too. He doesn't understand what Mumsie did: that I have the soul of a wandering poet! I want nothing of his wretched railways -- only my title and my monthly stipend.
Yet even as my father calls me a "European playboy" and accuses me of a living a langurous existence, I shall proceed with my divinely-ordained mission: To protect my blueblood peers from the beasts of the press!
Interests
ginger beer, oscar wilde, snuff boxes, licorice rolls, picnics on the water, my private carriage (I shall never travel by rail)
