Alexander S. Numachi

Theodore Alexander Demetria Averre Numachi, more commonly known as Alexander W. Numachi or Alexander ‘WhipcatMetre’ Numachi and formerly Prince Alexander W. Numachi of the Realm of Asarakaen is the adoptive son of former Queen and King of Asarakaen Aisuru Numachi and Techno Numachi. He is an architect, appointed Royal Historian and Archivist, and the current Minister for Building (for the Second Empire of Plagatéa) who currently resides in the town of Yamagake, Sakura Province in the Second Empire of Plagatéa.

About
He has been responsible for much of the growth and construction of Yamagake, building on the chief architect of the town Prince Cync Numachi's designs to bring the town to life.

On the 31st of August, 2021, he was adopted by Queen Aisuru Numachi and King Techno Numachi, becoming their seventh child, taking his place in the Numachi family and the line of succession and becoming a Prince. On the same day, he was appointed as the Royal Historian and Archivist of the Realm of Asakraen by Isujhaj Pepek of Seivija. On the 4th of September, 2021, he was appointed as Minister for Economics by Prime Minister Why? and inducted in to the Senate of the Realm. On the 7th of September 2021, he resigned as Minister for Economics after implementing the groundwork for the new Guild System, the revised national version of the Radrac Reforms first established in Veldion, citing a desire to return to his building roots in Sakura. He was appointed Minister for Building by Tagavor Leon Olsen-Tanaka on the 8th of September, and began overseeing construction of places of worship nationally, primarily for the worship of the new national religion, the Zavtranian Pantheon.

He was born in full as Theodore Alexander Demetria Averre, in normal terms just Theodore Averre. However, he disliked his first name and chose instead from an early age to use his middle name, Alexander, as his first name. For much of his life he referred to himself as Alexander D. Averre. He was often nicknamed WhipcatMetre, a strange amalgamation primarily involving his middle name, Demetria, and thus upon his adoption referred to himself as Alexander W. Numachi, with the W for WhipcatMetre.

He fought in the Battle of Silva on the side of the unionists (the supporters of ZenoHUN) during the Simulami Civil War on the 4th of September 2021 alongside other Asarakaens in a small detachment sent to aid the military junta by Queen Aisuru Numachi, his first time in active battle. He also attended the wedding shortly after of Azara McSpiegel and Kolvar Bezchar, representing the Numachi family.

Update #1 (beginning of coup of Asarakaen)
(Late evening, 5th September 2021.)

(Yamagake, the Lordship of Sakura province, The Realm of Asarakaen.)

Alexander sat at his desk, his quill scratching away, almost carving rough lines in to the rough brown-white sheets set before him. The economy was not in a good place, and so proper writing materials had been difficult to come by. Ink had been scarce, and so had been good quality paper. Nonetheless, he worked diligently through the night, not just burning but incinerating the midnight oil.

“Yes, I guarantee there will be some level of decentralisation, Lord Ravdrac. The central government would retain oversight and the ability to intervene where necessary, but it will not meddle in the everyday affairs of the guilds so long as things are successful” he assuringly scratched. He had always been an indefatigable worker, but the arguments at the day’s Senate of the Realm meeting had been almost too much, even for him. They had finally agreed on something when he slammed his Guild system draft down in the middle of the table, bidding them all to read it. He had written it based off of Lord Ravdrac’s ideas expressed in the Veldion Council Meeting, though the guilds were centralised enough to be palatable to the others. He had drawn it up at the side of the Senate room, not bothering to take his seat at the main table, while the others sat for hours, in what had begun with them discussing, then debating, then them arguing. Now he wrote letters of assurance to make sure things did not fall apart, to Lord Ravdrac in particular.

He remembered Queen Aisuru’s exasperated expression, as she sat at the head of the table, with the Royal Advisor desperately attempting to organise the dispute in a somewhat civil manner, which to her credit, she had achieved by the end. He hoped he might see Queen Aisuru smile again, as she had the day she and King Techno had adopted him, as she became his mother. They had both filled a void long left unfilled. Things were looking up. Once the economy could be kickstarted, the rest would hopefully soon still fall in to place. The military was in dire need of both finances and personnel, and hopefully they both would be forthcoming once things were in order again.

He paused, glancing around at his surroundings. He was glad to be back, bathing in the lantern light of his cliffside house. It was not big, but there was only him. The palace life had not proven to be to his liking. It was one of the first houses in Yamagake he built, and he could almost sense his blood, toil, sweat and tears emanating from the wood.. Things had been difficult back then; the manual labour was tough, but far more simple. There was a small part of him that wished to go back. The quagmire of national politics was already a near constant mental drain, and he had not even been Minister for Economics for long. He closed his eyes, feeling the orange light of the lanterns dance over his eyelids as they swayed.

Wait a minute, swayed?

He jolted upright, and heard the canter of hooves and the rumble of a cart. He threw open the orange shutters and peered out in to the cool night air. A man in a messenger’s uniform dismounted his horse quickly, his black leather boots striding with purpose across the bridge, before rapping in the door.

“Prince Alexander? Urgent message from Polskrige!”

Alexander practically leapt down the steps, throwing open the door haphazardly. He never got urgent messages, not like this anyway.

“What is it?”

The messenger’s panicked expression created a similar image on his own. “The Magistrate, Leon Olsen-Tanaka, is in Polskrige right now. He’s announced Kardovia is being reformed into the Second Empire of Plagatèa, with him as the last rightful ruler of the previous Empire, and that they are going to ‘take what is rightfully theirs’. He’s got an army and he’s used the threat of it to open negotiations around the inclusion of Asarakaen into the Empire.”

Alexander was managing to stay calm so far, and interpret what he was being told. “And where is Queen Aisuru?”

“She’s on a diplomatic visit on a different continent, and thus isn’t involved in the negotiations. The Royal Advisor is opening negotiations on behalf of her with Magistrate Olsen-Tanaka in the Senate alongside the rest of those in it. You need to get there as soon as is possible.”

“Shit.”

The curse masked the rest of Alexander’s feelings, but he could not afford to express them right now. He’d get a better handle on things once he got to the Senate, he assumed. He pressed some money in to the messenger’s hand, grabbed his brown leather boots from the rack and stuffed them on to his feet, and swung his navy blue coat over his shoulders. He noticed the paper on his desk that he had been writing before he was interrupted. It was signed, with his signature, ‘Prince Alexander W. Numachi’. Wondering if that was the last time he’d sign those words, he turned out the door.

His coat rippled like a cape as he slammed the door shut behind him, running across the bridge and down the stone steps to his horse. He swung his legs up over on to the saddle, thankful that he had not taken it off when he had got home. He had been too tired to even think at that point. He set off almost as soon as his body rested in the saddle, galloping down the road along the desert coast, with no idea of what he’d find at the end.