Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Jul 13, 2007 21:16:57 GMT -5
Name: Edwyn nó Camellia
Age: 27
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Male
Description: Utter perfection in the male form muscle mass that has all the tall (6'1), full, hard, well rounded, sharp angles of masculinity without going over the edge to being too much. Movement that is lithe and flowing and with ease and a manner that befits one who is insanely comfortable in their own skin. And a head covered with deep brown hair with matching coco colored eyes set in a face that is so perfect it could be used in profile for classical sculptures.
Edwyn Blanchard born along the coast to Azzalle coast to a fishing family of modest means he was always a beautiful and perfect child, but he was more than a bit on the meek side. While the other boys in the village were busy rough housing and carrying on like boys tend to do he stuck close to his parent’s side. This obviously concerned his father and older brother’s but his mother was sure that it would pass with time and exposure to all the rowdy boys about. Fate had other things in mind though.
The year Edwyn was 5 years old the stormy season was the worst anyone could recall. This in turn caused the family’s income to plummet like a rock dropped into the depths. Then as if that were not bad enough his brother’s were killed in one of the storms at sea. This left his parents both broke and mourning the death of their older children. Indeed matters were grim. That ultimately forced their hand in that they had to send their youngest beautiful son to Camellia House. The alternative was to let him starve.
Edwyn does not really recall much of his youth aside from fleeting memories of sunny days along the coast and the smell of fish on the breeze. Under the tutelage of Camellia House as he was growing up he developed his physical beauty and poise of carriage as befits one who turns heads when they walk into a room. Of course his upbringing did not offer the rough housing with other boys that his mother thought would bring him out of his shell. So to this day while he has an impressive display of muscle mass it is all for show and not for practical use. In his heart of hearts he loathes physical confrontation and a night of slumming with the boys would make his proverbial gills turn green.
But in the Night Court and especially in Camellia House being easy on the eyes is more important than a bar room brawl. Thus Edwyn made his Marque by the time he was 22 years old. Of course being the ultimate pretty boy or perfection of beauty as he likes to think of himself he does not really have a desire to go anyplace else. And he certainly does not have the courage to start his own salon or anything like that.
Thus Edwyn continues to stay at Camellia House despite his completed Marque. With his aching good looks he does not lack for patrons though he has become more choosey of the ones he picks over time. In fact often spending several days on end simply sitting in his room reading poems and the like while letting the hours pass him by at this point if he really wanted to reach perfection he would find something constructive to do with his life, but he lacks the courage.
Age: 27
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Male
Description: Utter perfection in the male form muscle mass that has all the tall (6'1), full, hard, well rounded, sharp angles of masculinity without going over the edge to being too much. Movement that is lithe and flowing and with ease and a manner that befits one who is insanely comfortable in their own skin. And a head covered with deep brown hair with matching coco colored eyes set in a face that is so perfect it could be used in profile for classical sculptures.
Edwyn Blanchard born along the coast to Azzalle coast to a fishing family of modest means he was always a beautiful and perfect child, but he was more than a bit on the meek side. While the other boys in the village were busy rough housing and carrying on like boys tend to do he stuck close to his parent’s side. This obviously concerned his father and older brother’s but his mother was sure that it would pass with time and exposure to all the rowdy boys about. Fate had other things in mind though.
The year Edwyn was 5 years old the stormy season was the worst anyone could recall. This in turn caused the family’s income to plummet like a rock dropped into the depths. Then as if that were not bad enough his brother’s were killed in one of the storms at sea. This left his parents both broke and mourning the death of their older children. Indeed matters were grim. That ultimately forced their hand in that they had to send their youngest beautiful son to Camellia House. The alternative was to let him starve.
Edwyn does not really recall much of his youth aside from fleeting memories of sunny days along the coast and the smell of fish on the breeze. Under the tutelage of Camellia House as he was growing up he developed his physical beauty and poise of carriage as befits one who turns heads when they walk into a room. Of course his upbringing did not offer the rough housing with other boys that his mother thought would bring him out of his shell. So to this day while he has an impressive display of muscle mass it is all for show and not for practical use. In his heart of hearts he loathes physical confrontation and a night of slumming with the boys would make his proverbial gills turn green.
But in the Night Court and especially in Camellia House being easy on the eyes is more important than a bar room brawl. Thus Edwyn made his Marque by the time he was 22 years old. Of course being the ultimate pretty boy or perfection of beauty as he likes to think of himself he does not really have a desire to go anyplace else. And he certainly does not have the courage to start his own salon or anything like that.
Thus Edwyn continues to stay at Camellia House despite his completed Marque. With his aching good looks he does not lack for patrons though he has become more choosey of the ones he picks over time. In fact often spending several days on end simply sitting in his room reading poems and the like while letting the hours pass him by at this point if he really wanted to reach perfection he would find something constructive to do with his life, but he lacks the courage.