Hyrum Bartholomew "Chester" Chesterfield

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Name: Hyrum Bartholomew Chesterfield
Age: 25
Profession: Earl of Kentston
Origin Country: Great Britland

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Parents’ Names: Bartholomew James and Amelia Jayne (Earl and Lady) Chesterfield
Siblings: 3 sisters
Others: none


Chester knows his station and he respects it. He's not one to be over the top in any way. He usually wears suits, or slacks, button up shirt and a sweater. He's very proper, sometimes annoyingly so at times.

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* horse races. Chester enjoys racing horses, for sport and for gain. He's won quite a few horses by racing for them.
* polo. of course, this stems from his love of horses, but he enjoys the game as well.
* riding to fox. Chester enjoys a good fox hunt from time to time. Although, the fox does get away from time to time.
* collecting coins. He has a rare collection of coins passed down to him from his uncle, passed down to him from his uncle and so forth. One day, he will give them to his nephew, pending his sisters have any sons.
* sketching. Chester enjoys sketching, pencile or charcoal. He has several sketches of people, places and objects in his collection.
* history. Chester loves learning about history, his country and other countries.

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Even though "Earl" is only an honorary title as of right now, Chester does everything possible to do as royals should do so that when the time comes, he will take over his father's title and he will be a proper Earl. He hopes to take a wife who will honor the role as Lady Chesterfield of Kentston.

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Chester is the oldest son of the oldest son of the oldest son... In fact, this line goes back for several generations, for hundreds of years. And for hundreds of years, the Chesterfields have also been Earls of Kentston. Chester, as he has become known among his family and friends and in the social circle, has been looking forward to the day he will be the Earl himself. But he does not wish for that time to come any time soon. Of course, that means his father dies and that is when the title is officially handed over to him.

Chester is the second oldest child born to Bartholomew and Amelia Chesterfield, Earl and Lady Chesterfield of Kentston. Chester has an older sister and two younger sisters, both of which still lived at Kentston Manor with their parents. They each have honorary titles as does Chester, each of them having honorary claim to the Earl-ship of Kentston.

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Chester thanked the valet as he opened the door for him to step out of the town car. Looking up at Kentston Manor, he fixed his tie before ascending the stairs toward the front door. Before he even reached the top stair, the door opened to him. "Good evening, sir." Chester nodded to the butler. "Good evening, Henderson." Henderson nodded, shutting the door. "Your father is in the libry, my boy." Chester headed toward the stairs. "Thank you, Henderson." Henderson had been with the family for thirty years, since Chester's father became Earl of Kentston and was a part of the family.

Chester walked through the open door into the library where he saw his father sitting in his chair, smoking a cigar and watching the sun setting through the veranda doors. "Father?" Without even turning to face him, Bart spoke to him. "Hyrum, I am pleased to see you." Chester walked more into the room as Bart motioned for him to take a seat beside him. Bart took a cigar case out of his breast pocket. "Would you care for one?" Chester nodded, taking a cigar as he sat down.

Bart slipped the case back in his pocket, taking the lighter out of his other pocket and flicking it to light, holding it out straight in front of him. Chester leaned forward to where his father was holding the lighter to meet the flame with his cigar. "Your mother is visiting your sister for the weekend. Your younger sisters have gone with her." Chester laughed shortly. He knew his mother didn't approve of either of them smoking and chastised them every time she caught either of them. Sitting back, chester let out a puff of smoke. "I suppose you are wondering why I called upon you," Bart said, flipping off the lighter and sliding it back in his pocket. Chester would never question his father, and they both knew it. "Queen Seraphine of Seychelles is throwing a coming out party."

Chester's eyebrow arched high above his eye. Why would that old hen be throwing a coming out? "Father... She has to be at least 90. Why would she be throwing a coming out?" Bart laughed, pointing his cigar out into the air in front of him. "She is growing old in age, yes, she is. It only seems to reason it would be for someone else, to introduce them to society." Chester knew that's what a coming out party was for. But he wouldn't put it pass the old queen to attempt to throw herself another party. She was bonkers over her "little soirees."

"I would like for you to attend in your mother's and my stead," Bart informed his son, taking the half-smoked cigar back in his mouth. Chester nodded, looking out the direction his father was staring. Even though he couldn't see the sunset, he still knew the time and knew when the sun was setting. It had been one of his favorite things to do before he lost his vision, and he liked to sit here as though he could see the sunset. Most nights Amelia would sit with him, as she had time upon time before he lost his sight. He did not like to go out much since losing his site, that's why he asked his son to go to events such as these. He couldn't enjoy it as much as he used to without the use of his eyes.

So of course Chester would attend the party in Tuscane. Not that he enjoyed Queen Seraphine's chipper nature, but everyone catered to her and anyone who was anyone would be there. Chester enjoyed parties. He enjoyed the food, the women... he even enjoyed the dancing. He enjoyed the dancing because it gave him a chance to be close to pretty girls, to hold them in his arms. Girls loved to spend their time with Chester, but for some reason he had never been in a relationship with any of the girls he knew. He enjoyed his time with them, but he'd never had a relationship.

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