The Royal is serious. 
 Brainless.    Analyst.   Mental. It is a stone-cold-restless nerve with attitude. And Joy. And Blood. Grown in Oporto to the world, it is a governmental instrument. Legend says The Royal has no face: an energy blast. It is recalled as problem-solver but one would say the gut takes it to the underworld of sub-cultures. It was nurtured in the wind and crisis: creature of the industry. Addicted to fuel, biology and science.Enlightened by history and poisoned manifests it springs to life out of necessity and excess. Acts wild; Sits still; Thinks wise; Moves fast & Creates value. It breathes from the eyes and it is thirsty in the brain:hands held tight they’ll burn common-sense and build the future on emotion for everyday communication. The Royal is anxious. It stares with cruel addictiveness.
Ruthless for routines, technical, strives for the perfection of perception.

Loyal to culture, 
 Royal to business. Read Less