[TRAINER] chevalier, dragomir

[attr="class","agar"]With eyes the color of the very gold he has greedily set the kingdom's sights onto, they are often cold despite the color being credited to a warm metal. If they burn then they burn with ice; frosted and molten all in one swirling mass of hidden anger and disgust at something that has displeased him.
He (though he won't outright admit it) has spent many days in tanning beds in an effort to keep his skin a soft golden color. While such things rarely interested him when younger he quickly learned over the years that looking pale made you appear sickly while being too dark made others pass over you as a simple country bumpkin. It had taken a few years to find the right blend of what was too much and what wasn't enough but once Dragomir found it he latched onto the color and has never once let it falter.
In an effort to appear both expensive but approachable he has left his thick brown hair to grow out only a little longer and shaggier (though the fact that it gets trimmed weekly - or more - as needed to keep it in the exact same state of constant dishevelment should be ignored) then would be considered proper by much of the political population at large. His goatee at least, he keeps perfectly groomed each and every day without falter.
Casual wear hasn't seem to have been a part of his vocabulary for years. While he has some clothes that are more dressed down then others it is still near impossible to see him anything except suits (while working) and dress shirts even when not on the clock - though Dragomir rarely ever stops working.
Strangely despite how he carries himself Dragomir is about average height, standing only around five foot seven though he packs on a little more muscle to help him appear imposing. There is no doubt when looking at him that Dragomir is anything but an adult and he hasn't been mistaken for a young whelp in decades. With a deep voice that can cut through loud crowds and demand silence he truly is cut out for the path he took in life.

[attr="class","agar"]Cold and calculating is perhaps the easiest box to stick Dragomir under. Indeed it's probably the most accurate as well. He shows very little outward emotions around the vast majority of people he works with and the downright empty look in his eyes as he scans someone over to determine if they are a threat to him has been known to send chills up a greater man's spine.
He is ruthless in all the worst ways. He sees nothing wrong with leaving those who oppose him buried beneath the earth or dropped into a river. (While he doesn't outright get his hands dirty with such deeds there is naturally no way to tie any of it back to him. His loyal dogs are just that - loyal dogs designed to bark for their Master.) The years he had headed the Project have been brutal to many though he seems to care very little about the pain and suffering he has caused.
That isn't to say that Dragomir is only a closed off tyrant. His darker nature only presents itself whenever he's dealing with any aspect of his work life (which has eventually grown to include his family in may regards.) When he is simply out and about rubbing elbows with common folk or those who just know him as the man in charge of making Cyal a 'safe place' for both tribe and citizen alike, he is a cheerful and polite fellow. Laughing, playing with children and teasing Pokemon.
While some might argue which side of him is accurate those who have known him for the longest know that the cold calculating him is true. Even his Pokemon have only ever seen that side of their Trainer.

[attr="class","agar"]Adam Chevalier ♂ - Tamara Chevalier ♀ - Rade Chevalier ♂

Almost from birth Dragomir has been groomed to be successful in a cutthroat world full of wealthy and elite. While his family - the Chevaliers - were more then well off to begin with he remembers clearly that his father Adam was constantly setting his sights on more and more. Constantly grabbing what he could take in an effort to become bigger and better then his peers.
He was given everything he ever wanted and perhaps, that left him just a little spoiled. He was waited on hand and foot and could do absolutely no wrong in the eyes of his parents. Should any of the staff think otherwise they quickly found themselves with no job, no home, and no friends who would dare go against the orders of their former employers. The atmosphere he was raised in did very little to shape his nature and as he grew so did his ambitions.
There was perhaps, only one member of the household that he was kind too. With his father constantly gone for business and his mother spending elaborate amounts of money at events and parties almost faster then Adam could earn it, only the young maid tasked with watching over him throughout those long days and nights became someone he could trust. While he often clung to Julia's skirt as a young boy over the years he hid less behind her and chose to stand next to her instead. She was - realistically - his only friend.
When he was seven Tamara announced that she was once again with child and that soon Dragomir would have a little brother. He did not take the news well; so used to being the only spoiled child in the household that he was. To appease him Adam gifted the young boy with his very own special Pokemon. A young Deino that he named Cerberus.
By the time Rade was born Dragomir had tormented all the members of the household with his new companion. Even Julia hadn't been completely safe though she only ever faced the brunt of more harmless pranks over somewhat seriously damage and harm that a few less pleasant servants in his eyes had. The household breathed a huge collective sigh of relief when he turned ten; thrust out into the world to learn what it was like to take things by force (in the words of his father.) Armed with only Cerberus and a new Charmander he had named Smaug the next three years of his life he spent collecting badges and gathering Pokemon to form a team to make his father proud were relatively easy for him though there were many nights in the beginning where he detested the elements and rough lifestyle he was forced to live.
By the time he had returned home at the age of thirteen the household had changed. Tamara had fallen ill suddenly and unexpectedly and it was only that news that had brought Dragomir back. While he had little love for an absent mother he knew his duty was to the family and that they all held had an image to uphold. She passed only weeks afterward and Adam forbade his son from continuing the journey of a Pokemon Trainer. He had collected all of the badges for Cyal, after all. What more was there for him to do?
He was promptly whisked into more schooling though this time the end goal was made perfectly clear to him. Adam wanted to gain more power and for that Dragomir was to be groomed into the perfect political candidate. He had no choice in the matter though the cunning ruthlessness that the job would entail as he grew older sparked an interest in the boy and he agreed with very little fuss. To be a part of something bigger then himself was a welcome opportunity after all. A chance to prove to his father that he was even better then the old man would ever be.
He continued to grow and learn doing everything he should do and then some. There was not a law he hadn't read, a rule he didn't know how to break without getting in trouble for breaking it just like any worthwhile politician. As his mind grew so did his looks and by the time he was sixteen there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he could have anything he wanted and even those who didn't belong to his household could refuse him.
At the age of eighteen Adam fell ill as well (many whispers about possible poisoning though none have ever had enough claim to them) and Dragomir quickly assumed the role of head of the household. He inserted himself into lower level politics as he had been trained to do and after the death of his father he threw himself so completely into what he felt was right that Dragomir rarely thought of anything else.
There had been rumors of an island that held immeasurable wealth. Of native peoples who would be easy to subdue and their land quick for the taking. While he quietly but ruthlessly worked his way up the ranks of the political ladder it wasn't long before he found himself in the circle that surrounded the King of Cyal and he could put those rumors to the test. A soft word here, a hint dropped there. By the time the King took interested Dragomir had well and truly sunk his claws into the gathered assembly and it took very little time to convince any of them that he was right and that turning their eye to Evter Island was the best thing for Cyal to ever possibly do.
It infuriated some of the older members of the cabinet and the not so secret attempts on his life for a few years following were always met with failure. Eventually they simply stopped trying - or at least admitting to one another that yet another attempt had fallen to dust.
Twenty-five years have passed since the day he proposed the project and Dragomir knows that soon it will draw to a close. Everything he has worked towards will be ending soon - good or bad he can't tell.
Soon. Soon.

[attr="class","agar"]As the head of the Assimilation Project, it is only natural that he is as far right wing advocate as one can possibly get. He believes with absolute certainty that what he is doing is correct, and no one will ever be able to tell him otherwise. Until his dying breath, none can sway his ideals. The Tribes will be assimilated, and Cyal will control the resources that are found upon Evter Island.