Nehemiah Tucker
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| Portrayed by Howard Charles | |
| Full Name | Akwiratékha Nehemiah Walter Roydon Tucker |
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| Title | Mr. Tucker |
| Associated Noble House(s) | Earldom of Wyck |
| Date of Birth | 20th June, 1785 |
| Father | Walter Roydon |
| Father's Rank | Earl |
| Mother | Kateri Tucker |
| Mother's Rank | None |
| Town Residence | 28 Berkeley Square |
| Income | ???? |
| School | ???? |
| University | None |
| Year Attained Title | ???? |
Mr. Nehemiah 'Tuck' Tucker, late of Boston, has recently arrived in town alongside his grandmother Kaniehtiio Tucker. They are staying with Sir Feardorcha and Lady Mirabel.
Tuck is the legitmate son of the Earl of Wyck. Lord Wyck does not know this yet.
Tuck is played by Micaela
Family
- Mother: Kateri Tucker (1757-1803)
- Father: Walter Roydon (as yet unacknowledged but legally recorded)
- Grandmother: Kaniehtiio Tucker (1733)
- Grandfather: George Phineas Tucker (1730-1793)
History
Kateri Tucker of Albany, the daughter of a free black man and a Mohawk woman, had followed the British army as a laundress and cook and fallen in love with a handsome officer. She was a good girl, well-raised if a little naïve, and insisted on a wedding, to which her paramour gladly consented, assuming the priest would be only as much of a priest as these sorts generally were. In short, he wanted to take a pretty girl to bed without consequence.
What consequences could be said to arise were only made evident long after the father had left the country to avoid the ensuing unpleasantness. Kateri insisted her son was legitimate, and her parents insisted she give him their last name for his own sake. George Tucker told his daughter she'd best give her child a name that wasn't his father's if she wanted him to be his own man. Tiio Tucker told her daughter she'd best give that child a proper name if she expected Tiio to help raise it. In the end, he went by neither. A practical sort of man, George swiftly called the handsome little boy “Roy,” and mercifully it stuck.
Tucker left school a few years before his grandfather died, and his quick wits and schooling helped him rise above his station not long after; by 25 he owned a ship, by 30 several more and an office down by the Harbor. The tale of the hardscrabble urchin who rises through sheer will and work has never appealed to Tucker, but he supposes it applies. It never seemed quite so dramatic to him; he has plenty of friends, plenty of good times along with the bad. Until recently his work was for the sake of his family, but some strong words from his grandmother to the effect that she needed grandchildren, not a business, have him a little untethered.
The whole story of his birth unraveled with customary drama when Kateri lay on her deathbed, but her surviving mother convinced him not to do anything about it. That she refused to tell him where she’d hidden the relevant documents meant he kept his shoulder to the grindstone in an attempt to rise by his own merits. He does not and never has had any particular yearning to know his father. He had enough of a model in George Tucker and enough affection from his mother and grandmother, but that hunger for more burns in the back of his mind, and he knows that claiming that connection could be the edge he needs to make his small-potatoes shipping business into something greater. Besides that, going to London and scaring the life out of some fancy Lord sounds like the best fun he’s had in years.
