Post by Damon Neville (I) on Apr 7, 2007 22:00:13 GMT -5
Name: Damon Neville
Age: 33
Race: D'Angeline
Gender: male
Appearance: Eglantine though he was, Damon was never an athlete and does not have the body of one such. Almost six feet tall, he is slender in a manner that when he is at his worst, borders on gaunt. Shoulderblade-length red hair the intense dark red of autumn leaves usually flows freely down his back, creating a stark contrast to the turquoise of his piercing eyes, that rarely display nay positive sentiment these days - although some who knew him during his youth may still remember them when they sparkled with the passion of an artist soul. Age, if only visibly, has been good to him, as is often the case with D'Angelines, his features not yet marred by fine lines. When it comes to couture, Damon favours black, forest green and mauve, often found wearing loose linen shirts and tight fitting leggings, while on more social occasions he favours high-necked doublets or coats with embroidery and high riding boots. His right ear holds a silver ring and to match is are often two or three rings on his left hand.
History: Born as the second sun to a rather poor scholar and a tavern maid in Azzalle, it was always his mother's dream that at least one of her children should become an adept of the Night Court, as she imagined it would bring glamour to an otherwise unremarkable family. As such, Damon grew up always being reminded of the importance of beauty and grace, scolded whenever got himself dirty - as little boys are wont to - or conducted himself in childish or thoughtless ways. By the time his tenth birthday arrived, although he had not been raised in the Night Court, it already seemed his destiny.
It was a disappointment of epic magnitude when one house after another turned him down, his features or spirit not in line with their canon. If not for the Second at the time, in house Eglantine - the last one they visited - his life might have turned out very differently indeed. But the Second saw the soul of an artist in a pair of wandering child eyes, as he was paying attention to his surroundings rather than the grownups who spoke about his future. When given a chance to prove himself, it became evident that to behold in the world that which others did not see was his talent. The Eglantine House took it upon themselves to teach the boy how to channel his visions onto canvas.
By the time Damon made his mark, his paintings were already renowned. So much so that he was able to go solo, living more than well on the profits from selling his artwork. His niche was nude portraits, albeit not wholly realistic ones, but the kind that captured not only what the eye could see, but also the essence of the person portrayed. Several influential persons came to have his paintings in their private quarters.
But beauty and inspiration are two sides of the same coin, neither one lasting. In Damon's case, the latter turned out to abandon him sooner than the former. Perhaps his inner passion was just all spent, perhaps something happened, to block it. Either way, some few years before his thirtieth birthday, it became gradually clear to him that he was no longer able to create any art worthy to be compared with the masterpieces of his youth. Frustration and a sense of emptiness started eating him up inside and he became increasingly prone to mood swings and destructiveness. As despair rose, he succumbed to increasingly more extreme ventures in the attempts to recapture his lost muses. Eventually, as money was running short, having to take on art students to make ends meet was the final blow to his pride.
These days, although still a standing guest in the finer circles because of his past creations, Damon is mostly known for hiss biting sarcasm that entertains those so inclined and an increasing jadedness to all the ways of pleasing body and mind. It is said that bringing a genuine smile to Damon Neville's lips is a lost cause.
Age: 33
Race: D'Angeline
Gender: male
Appearance: Eglantine though he was, Damon was never an athlete and does not have the body of one such. Almost six feet tall, he is slender in a manner that when he is at his worst, borders on gaunt. Shoulderblade-length red hair the intense dark red of autumn leaves usually flows freely down his back, creating a stark contrast to the turquoise of his piercing eyes, that rarely display nay positive sentiment these days - although some who knew him during his youth may still remember them when they sparkled with the passion of an artist soul. Age, if only visibly, has been good to him, as is often the case with D'Angelines, his features not yet marred by fine lines. When it comes to couture, Damon favours black, forest green and mauve, often found wearing loose linen shirts and tight fitting leggings, while on more social occasions he favours high-necked doublets or coats with embroidery and high riding boots. His right ear holds a silver ring and to match is are often two or three rings on his left hand.
History: Born as the second sun to a rather poor scholar and a tavern maid in Azzalle, it was always his mother's dream that at least one of her children should become an adept of the Night Court, as she imagined it would bring glamour to an otherwise unremarkable family. As such, Damon grew up always being reminded of the importance of beauty and grace, scolded whenever got himself dirty - as little boys are wont to - or conducted himself in childish or thoughtless ways. By the time his tenth birthday arrived, although he had not been raised in the Night Court, it already seemed his destiny.
It was a disappointment of epic magnitude when one house after another turned him down, his features or spirit not in line with their canon. If not for the Second at the time, in house Eglantine - the last one they visited - his life might have turned out very differently indeed. But the Second saw the soul of an artist in a pair of wandering child eyes, as he was paying attention to his surroundings rather than the grownups who spoke about his future. When given a chance to prove himself, it became evident that to behold in the world that which others did not see was his talent. The Eglantine House took it upon themselves to teach the boy how to channel his visions onto canvas.
By the time Damon made his mark, his paintings were already renowned. So much so that he was able to go solo, living more than well on the profits from selling his artwork. His niche was nude portraits, albeit not wholly realistic ones, but the kind that captured not only what the eye could see, but also the essence of the person portrayed. Several influential persons came to have his paintings in their private quarters.
But beauty and inspiration are two sides of the same coin, neither one lasting. In Damon's case, the latter turned out to abandon him sooner than the former. Perhaps his inner passion was just all spent, perhaps something happened, to block it. Either way, some few years before his thirtieth birthday, it became gradually clear to him that he was no longer able to create any art worthy to be compared with the masterpieces of his youth. Frustration and a sense of emptiness started eating him up inside and he became increasingly prone to mood swings and destructiveness. As despair rose, he succumbed to increasingly more extreme ventures in the attempts to recapture his lost muses. Eventually, as money was running short, having to take on art students to make ends meet was the final blow to his pride.
These days, although still a standing guest in the finer circles because of his past creations, Damon is mostly known for hiss biting sarcasm that entertains those so inclined and an increasing jadedness to all the ways of pleasing body and mind. It is said that bringing a genuine smile to Damon Neville's lips is a lost cause.