Evgeny Shandor Fulger Merikano Boleyn

Name Given at Birth: Evgeny Shandor Fulger Merikano Boleyn

Nicknames: Genny and Yevvy

Hometown or where you were born: I was born in the foothills of the Carpathia Mountains in the middle of the fall months.

Current Residence: Gypsy encampment outside of Canterbury

Age: 25

Class: I am a prince of the Romani people, a role which requires a good deal of class,

What do you do, your main function in life/society: My function is whatever my father would have me do. This usually means that my keen eyes and nimble fingers have been employed as both smith and hunter, my patience and endurance are utilized to build and service the appearances of the Vardos, and my agile body dances for entertainment on stages across the known world. But in the shadows of the family business these skills allow me function as Papa's chief infiltrator. I make meetings happen and certain items available at the time and place of our choosing.

Have you ever gone skinny-dipping / do you know how to swim: I do know how to swim but I avoid larger bodies of water. I'm more at home wading through the streams at the top of a waterfall or climbing high into the branches of a tree while a light rain filters through the leaves, and running across grassy hills with a storm on my heels. But the right smile or cajoling can get me out of my wrap pants and into the water.

Do you make fun of people: Make fun of? No. A good back and forth with someone whose wit and tongue are as sharp as my own I find rather enjoyable.

Favorite Color: Crimson Red, the hue of the blood that fuels my Romani limbs.

Have you ever committed or been convicted of a crime: Well my papa does like to accuse me of vanity quite often. But other than that we Boleyns are an honest if not crafty lot.

Closest friends/How did you meet: I travel much but there are a few fine people I know in this world who I consider truly close to me, well of course outside of my family

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Arianna: A Chava a few years my junior whom I admire for her fire and free gypsy spirit. We met a few years ago when we were touring the highlands. We were paired together for a dance, and made it quite the show. We spent that evening talking and enjoying the company of fellow Romani. Since then we've made an effort to stay in correspondence with one another. Papa's eyes have not missed this and he's spoken to me of a betrothal which delights me and I can only wonder at the adventure's the two of us will run headlong into. Her fellow Highland Chava are also wonderful girls.

Nikolai: A brother who deserves special mention. He and I have been through every thing together. Mischief of our own devising and at the hands of others. He and I work closely together taking care of the caravan's vardos. We also hunt together, my climbing skills and his archery making it a time to focus our wild energy. I'm glad papa came to me to help him with some of the decorative bits of his fine bow. He also is very friendly with the Gadje girls and has told me quite a few tales, most tamer than you'd expect from his long disappearances. His guilt at the slightest thing that would make him lose face with papa means he can hardly enjoy a kiss much less anything else. Make no mistake though neither of us minds selling the other out to papa for a good laugh though, but we often pay the price side by side since we walk into the trouble in much the same manner. He is off looking for Ivan at the behest of papa, and I'm almost certain as much by Ilyana's desire to see her brother back.

Lucianna: A wise Romani woman with far too many brothers and only one little sister too far away to provide a reprieve. But she manages and may indeed be stronger in spirit and body than many of us chavos.I value her wisdom and voice on several matters. We've spent nights at the fireside discussing our pains and joys and find strong shoulders to rest upon or in jest with each other causing enough laughter that more than once Papa has had to shush us while he is trying to lead something. She is also fun to dance with and revel is another common time we spend at a fireside.

Djali: My little sister and a joy to my heart. Her smile is contagious and I simply cannot find myself in a dour mood when the dirt of the road is shared with her.disdainful of her young age and eager to be about her business of growing up she is a handful. I find myself scolding her often for the mischief she creates only to be sucked into it a moment later with a shake of my head and a laugh at the thought of explaining it all to papa later. I await the day that she returns home from her studies.

 

One Pillow or two: A comfortable nook in a tree usually suffices, though the lap of a Chava friend is good for a quick nap and much preferred.

Esmerelda: She is our star performer and she certainly seems to know it well. She and I have slight tendency to rub each other the wrong way. It's not necessarily that I mind having her along but all the talking she does has created a large mouth for the kumpania to feed.

Ilyana: A fine dancer and leader for the girls of troupe festival. She is delightful and a bit flighty at times, a perfect match for Nikolai. I am a little displeased that her longings to have her brother Ivan back with the kumpania have sent mine running off into the wide world and away from his own phral, but I am truly glad she'll be taking on the Boleyn name when he returns.

Pets: None, I've not the time nor the desire to care for a creature. I have eight little brothers for that.

Favorite Type of Music: Give me strong drums and plaintive violins. The first to move my feet to, the second to set my hips in motion.

Hobbies/Pastimes: More than you'd think a busy Chavo like myself could handle. But I do study some of the fine arts and charcoal and oils lend themselves nicely to my endeavors. My smithy work is at times a hobby as well as I work at fine blades. I also take time for study of the scriptures to keep my mind as sharp as my heart with my faith. It's also never been a chore for me to climb a tree or two. And any of these pastimes is on occasion sweetened with a bowl of pipe tobacco.

Personal Hygiene: Papa makes sure all of his boys are kept clean, if not necessarily smelling as such.

Favorite Food: Daryole the sweetest of all the sweet cakes. Especially when made by a Romani woman, which only makes sense as they are the most enticing of all women.

Are your parents alive, do you get along with them: My mother, Antoinette, God rest her tender soul, died as she brought me into the world. My father on the other hand is very much alive and is a wonderful man. He's heavy handed when need be but puts up with his children marvelously well for one who is so often a bachelor.

If your parents are dead, when and how did they die: My mother died as I was born. I take comfort in the fact she was able to hold me a moment before she expired. She also gave me my middle names.

Favorite place to relax: A nice thick tree branch that I can sprawl upon, overhanging a river or stream is preferable. Rooftops are wonderful out of the way places where you can watch the people below as they go about their wondrously everyday lives.

Favorite Holy Day / Why: Michael the Archangel’s day of patronage, I always take time to make it to the abbey in order to pay homage to the heavenly patron of artistic endeavors.

Favorite Drink: Goat's milk is my everyday potable, but with a fine meal there are some wonderful dry Stouts that I indulge in.

What's your bedtime: The eventime is when I set to my forge and its fires make for a nice bit of light after the sun sets. So I'm able to spend some time sketching or painting as it burns itself down. And then the warm sand pits about the smithy make for a comfortable sleeping spot if you put down a bedroll.

What, if anything, do you usually wear on your feet: Some wonderful handmade sandals when we're camped for festivals and performances, but heavy boots are what the road requires as well as my forge.

Are you married or single: At the moment I have only to await Papa to say the word and I'll be matched with the delightful Arianna. An event I'm not certain I'm altogether ready for but I trust Papa's judgement and will see to doing my best at being the man a true Romani woman demands.

Do you have a family / who are they: My family? this may take some time to tell you.

My Papa is Martin Boleyn he is the leader of our Kumpania and there is no one who could hope to take his place. He is fair though heavy handed with us boys and it has made us the fine Romani men that we are. You'll find no better children this side of Asia. And then only if you visit this one extraordinary bunch of 7 boys of whom I'm sure they'll be legends of. But I do digress, Papa is a man gifted with the "sight" and a good head for business. but he is also a man who knows how to enjoy himself and he often tells me that this world is too fleeting and life too thrilling to not go after a few of the things that seem out of reach. Of course right after that I was sent after an apple he wanted on a nearly impossible branch.

Sasha: A man with a keen mind and a poet's heart. How papa puts up with so many artists as sons I do not know. He is our architect and carpenter and as fine and decent a chavo as you could find. He is the brother I can trust to do whatever it is that may need doing. He is as inventive as he is diligent and I enjoy hearing each new idea of his.

Slavvo:A fine and humble young man, and an incredible dancer. When I'm looking to properly tire myself out at a revel it is Slavvo I challenge to meet me in dance, and we're never quite sure who outdoes the either. He is is certainly coming into his own and I love taking quiet moments to walk alongside him or boisterous ones to wrestle, dance and joke at the other's expense. He is a moody thing at times though and I can only attribute this to losing a wife at such a young age, it adds a sadness to his eyes I didn't know before and weary longing to his voice as he sings.

Benvolio: A brother too old for his age at times. But I see him opening up more and more as he spends time with Sasha. They are like minds and spirits those two and I often spot them tinkering away at new toys and ideas. And if they were both perhaps just a bit more clever things would not end in such a cacophonous explosion of sound and smoke. I also have a respect for his judgement of character. He knows instinctively those we can trust and those we can't. He'll make a fine businessman in the future and is already an asset to the kumpania.

Cesar: A boy with a light heart, tender eyes, and a quick tongue. I do not envy him the the trouble he has seemingly gotten himself into during his time with Troupe Festivale. Nor do I much care to find out what he's done. We all have our indiscretions and I'm sure papa has taken care of things appropriately.Besides I think he may have just gotten rid of a few of the chava who weren't of strong enough fortitude to share the road we Rom walk..

Luca: The youngest of the brothers and one on whom that youth is not wasted. He dreams and plays a bit more often than he works and the brothers do what we can to pick up his load. There will be a time when he'll need to learn all his duties but I'll not have it be yet. He has hills to climb, stars to yearn after, and time to learn what beauty is. If it were not for his age he'd give Slavvo and I both a go at being last to stand dancing around the camp fire and as it is gives most people a fine run for their coin in this arena. If only I could teach him a little more discretion with his tongue I'd not have to worry so much about him.

Milosh: Milosh is certainly a unique boy poised right in the middle of the family and waiting for the time where he comes fully into his manhood. But he doesn't waste his time now by any means. His eyes and ears take in all the positives that his older phral can offer him and then teaches the younger boys as much as he can as well. It is a loving pragmatism that I see in him and often find him riding alongside me at the back of the caravan.

Adi: A man of fleet foot and faithful service. He is papa's messenger at all times traveling fleetly to distant locales and handle at times rather unsavory situations. Yet he always returns to kneel at papa's feet and tell him each new job is done and that he is ready for the next when papa would have it. A fine chavo for certain and we have begun to be able to bond over his wood working, and hopefully another pair of hands can aid mine when we make the next vardo for Nikolai as he begins his family.

Netosti: A Rom with a warrior's longings to be certain. He has already begun studying fighting forms with Slavvo and practicing the stealthy movements of my feet as we hunt. I enjoy inviting him to try and keep up with me as the rooftops of each new village are laid out beneath my feet. And each time he stays with me just a little bit longer before he is left far behind me like his own flowing hair. He'll be a fine assest to the "Family Business" and I think he'd enjoy nothing more.

Harim: Harim is a boy with a delightful disposition and a light heart. Ready to laugh and eager to work as well. He walks with the desire for Papa's approval ever before him and it is a good thing for a chavo his age. It keeps him from to much trouble and gives me a chance to encourage him to mischief that he would not work for himself.

Reynaldo: A quick lad who's tongue is only a bit more restrained than Luca's at times, and twice as hrash when it isn't. But he watches his Papa and his phral intently and is growing to be a fine Rom. Time and mistakes are already shaping him and I enjoy his company.

Favorite Entertainment: Most certainly the dancing of one or two of the Romani girls I know, especially when they keep their eyes on me as they do so. Anytime a violin and the rolling hips of a delightful chava are combined there is sure to be a smile on my face.

Favorite Subject in School or Chore growing up: Upkeep on the vardos. Learning to carve designs into the trim and building new wheels was all rather exciting and purposeful for my clever fingers.

Least Favorite Subject in School or Chore growing up: Cleaning those same wheels. It's atrocious what a vardo rolls through in the course of a day. Complete Shesti!

Favorite Sport: This would be climbing. Along the coast there are so many wonderful rock faces for a chavo to test his endurance, and his body's wit on. Though there's one or two other activities just as fun to test those on.

Most Humiliating Moment: Ha! I found myself atop the roofs London playing a game of hide and seek with the Shanglo they were not even truly aware of and feeling quite proud of myself for keeping it that way. Though I rather quickly found out that pride certainly does come before a fall as my foot found a week spot in a roof and I crashed right on through and landed in a bath. There were several servant girls screaming in suprise and terror and one fellow in soem finery looking on at me confused. A girl yelled, "Henry!" and We exchangd knowing smiles just before I leapt out a window sopping wet and unable to say any longer that I never fall.

Proudest Moment: My father is quite the swimmer, and I quite the climber. So one night when we were making an entrance into a castle for special "business" we decided to make a game of it. He would swim the moat and I would take the drawbridge chain. He beat me by the fringe of a diklo, and only because they'd just greased those chains a night ago. So next time I'll be sure to bring some good shark hide gloves and teach papa there's no need to get one's boots wet just for a job.

Craziest Person or silliest you know: I'd have to say that in a Kumpania such as mine it is a hard thing to stand head and tail above the others as being crazy or silly. Though I'd have to say that Cesar is excellent at turning a phrase to humor and setting us all laughing around the campfire.

What do you look for in the opposite sex: Long, flowing, curly dark hair, a poet's wit and charm, hips that know what dancing truly is, wonderful at keeping in touch while we both are traveling over distances, someone who finds my demeanor both damning and charming all at once, and of course a girl who proves herself worthy of the name Romani. being able to cook at least half as well as Saphira would be a pleasant addition to her qualities as well. I haven't become too specific have I?

In our Hierarchical Society everybody has somebody "over" them, Who is your immediate "overlord"

My ever loving and masterfully demanding Papa!

Favorite Sport to watch: My brothers as they try to explain to papa why they kneel before him covered in the dust of the fae. I cannot tell you enough how entertaining that is or how often it is my suggestive whispering that inspire the fair folk to sprinkle them.

Do you remember your first kiss: I am far too much of a flirt to have ever fully engaged myself as such. But the girls are fond of me and I of them so there's no telling when one will be bold enough to go after the other, and seeing as I am now betrothed I am beginning to find myself newly emboldened.

Do you keep in touch with your childhood friends: You mean the wild bunch of chavos I call my Phrall? Of course I do, who else would I past time with and find mischief to make?

Where is your favorite "Vacation" spot: Gypsy are always on vacation in whatever we're doing. Work is play when you live as we do. That being said I do so much enjoy the play that life becomes when we visit the highlands and our friends and fellow Rom there.

Have you ever been overseas: Many times, and Italy was the most eventful. You'd be impressed and slacked-jawed if you'd seen Nikolai and I leaping about the canals of Venice. Myself always one leap ahead and the heels of my boots a slight bit drier.

Do you have Dirt/Mud floors or Stone: Wood floors when I sleep in the vardos and the out-of-doors provide the carpet of every other room I could claim as mine. For wherever a gypsy roams is the room he's in.

What is your bed made of: Leaves, clover, a sturdy branch, a comfy tummy. The last being the most preferred.

How many people sleep in your bed: Just me, I usually make my bed in places others wouldn't find as comfortable. Though I'd be interested to know who'd be willing to join me.

10 Things Everybody Should Know About Me:

1.I'm not nearly as vain as my papa chooses to believe I am. Really, he just doesn't understand my odd sense of sarcasm in elevating myself. Though sometimes I am just stating facts about how good I am.

2.It’s never a wise idea to try and slip my paint brushes away from me. Neither the one in my pocket nor behind my ear is fair game for fleet fingers. You had better be swift of foot or excel at batting some truly enticing eyelashes to go after my tools.

3.Its been said that any girl would love to pose in any state of dress to be one of my models, though that’s still up for debate. I have, after all, yet to ask the Queen if she'd care to be the inspiration for any of my pieces.

4.I always travel at the rear of the kumpania in order to make certain that none of the family falls behind.

5.If you’re looking for me and can’t find me look up and I just may be there in a tree or perched on a gutter.

6. I am a gypsy for the fall months, I need strong rains and lightning to split the sky on a regular basis. Plus the weather puts the strength of my indomitable Romani spirit to the test as things turn colder.

7. I actually hold friendship with a few of the fae, as much as that fact convexes and perplexes my papa.

8. Dancing is a real joy for me and I keep it a hobby rather than a passion and path to follow after.

9. I'm looking forward to the day I run a caravan of my own though only after I journey on my own for a bit.

10.I know what Nikolai's real goal while he is out and about searching for our brother-in-law.

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