Nicolás Cormond
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 4, 2018
- Messages
- 120
- Reaction score
- 132
The Coruscant Museum of Arts was, like any other planetary museum, a symbol of the planet’s wellspring of various cultures, ideals and illustrations. However, unlike any other museum, this was home to far more pieces and far more priceless designs. Given Coruscant stood at the center of the galaxy and as the nexus of a million different threads that tied the known universe together, from the backwater worlds of the Outer-Rim to the crammed planets of the Deep Core, artworks and sculptures had come from all over. Pieces from the renowned statues of Donatella to the abstract murals created by none other than Elysar del-Nevarez checkered the walls and floors of the museum lobby, enough to strike awe into any who entered. But Nicolás? He could have cared less.
Who cared about the late “whoever-they-are” de’Giovanni? What mattered about the elaborate, kaleidoscopic illustrations of some dead, age-old starving artist? They had all amounted to nothing more than creating art for other people to gawk at and forget for a moment later. Nicolás, on the other hand, wanted to be more than that. Their paintings might have evolved in value, but their own name? It was nothing but a forgotten epithet. And Nicolás wanted to become a legend, an icon for centuries to come. Not just for the Republic, but particularly for his homeworld, Brentaal. As the bastard to the famed House Cormond, he was always looked down upon, always scorned. But if he rose in power and influence, unlike these mythical artists, then he could rise from the stereotype, from the labels.
That’s why he was meeting with yet another Senator of the Republic. This time the Senator of Chandrila. While he represented a prestigious and well-known planet, the man was as old as the paintings speckled throughout the museum. To boot, he was also another self-righteous politician with a moral compass, as if he could lead the Republic from the maze it was in by that alone. He was caring, loving, and a honest man. Traits that embodied almost everything Nicolás despised in a rival politician, and everything opposite to his own. The only honesty the young man represented was his honesty in sarcasm, in speaking his mind. He lacked a filter between mouth and mind, and often insulted the same people he was meant to befriend. Hopefully, he would not do the same with Terminus Faunus of Chandrila.
He required his help, or at least, a contact in the Senate to help coalesce and construct his influence. If Nicolás ever wanted to regain his position back on Brentaal, he would need to build himself a foundation from which to leap from. Perhaps, if he played his cards and his charm right, Senator Faunus could as well be apart of that very foundation. Of course, Nicolás was not going to just outright ask him for his undying loyalty and fealty then leave. It would be more like a trade, a possible favor for a favor, and the stepping stones to a potentially powerful relationship. In other words, if the young man pushed aside the pleasantries and introductions with Terminus, he might just one day call upon the man for support. And in the Senate, alliances meant everything.
As the Senator of Brentaal caught the older man standing inside one particular exhibit of the museum, he quickly approached him and flashed a friendly smile. “You must be Senator Faunus. It’s an absolute pleasure.” He offered a brief bow with one hand over his chest. “I’m Senator Cormond of Brentaal. But you can call me Nicolás.”
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