Post by Louvel nó L'Roche (D) on Aug 7, 2005 7:40:28 GMT -5
Name: Louvel nó Mandrake
Age: 19
Race: d'Angeline
Gender: male
Appearance: Even by the standards of Terre d’Ange, Louvel is a breaktakingly beautiful young man. He is lithe rather than muscular and graceful rather than powerful, but he radiates the tightly controlled ferocity of a coiled snake, and moves with the energy and assurance of an alley cat on the prowl. His features are exquisitely cast, all stern angles and sharp planes, but his lips are generous enough to counterbalance the austerity of his face with a suggestion of sensuality. His diamond-bright blue eyes are almond-shaped, as long-lashed as any woman’s, and set beneath dark, slashing brows that, coupled with what appears to be a general disinclination to smile, grant him a certain frowning intensity. He keeps his ink-black hair almost aggressively short but it shows a rather boyish inclination to form tight little curls and dance mischievously across his brow.
History: Louvel’s life story, by his own accounting, is terribly dull and he knows little of the world beyond House Mandrake and the wealthy districts of the City of Elua. His mother is a former adept of Mandrake, his father of Valerian. They met, fell in love and, when they made their Marques, they married and retired and, presumably, are in love, married and retired still somewhere in Terre d’Ange. Louvel cannot remember them, nor has he made any attempt to contact them. The rumourmongers whisper of a terrible debt to explain why he was taken in and fostered by Mandrake at such a young age.
He was a solitary, rather withdrawn child who nevertheless excelled at his lessons even as he disdained those who tried to teach him. He was renowned as much for his oddities - his eerie worldly air, his calculating curiosity, his wilful nature and fiery temper – as he was for his beauty which, even then, was striking. Despite some concerns, he was dedicated to the Service of Namaah in the traditional way at the age of 10.
He grew into an equally aloof and serious adolescent and it was during one of the House’s many attempts to tame his temper and instil a least of a modicum of the proper respect into him that the Dowayne – watching the young man’s responses - suggested that he might fare better at Valerian House. But his nature was so very different to that usually favoured by Valerian and he pleaded so desperately to stay that the Dowayne relented, and since then – outwardly at least – he has been an exemplary student and adept, at least as, if not more, suited to the ways of Mandrake than he could have been to Valerian.
Despite remaining a rather cold, cynical young man, his patrons seemed to find a certain spice in that and, although he only took assignations sporadically seem to prefer the gardens to the punishment chamber, his reputation at Mandrake was sound for some years. However, circumstances – and his proud, wilful nature – soon led him into trouble and he left Mandrake, half-Marqued and deeply indebted to the house, to seek his own way in the world.
He is currently the protégé of the L’Roches. He is learning quickly but as yet he has done little with his new-found freedom, keeping to himself and his room, tending the lavish windowbox like the one he kept at Mandrake with the same rare and peculiar tenderness.
Age: 19
Race: d'Angeline
Gender: male
Appearance: Even by the standards of Terre d’Ange, Louvel is a breaktakingly beautiful young man. He is lithe rather than muscular and graceful rather than powerful, but he radiates the tightly controlled ferocity of a coiled snake, and moves with the energy and assurance of an alley cat on the prowl. His features are exquisitely cast, all stern angles and sharp planes, but his lips are generous enough to counterbalance the austerity of his face with a suggestion of sensuality. His diamond-bright blue eyes are almond-shaped, as long-lashed as any woman’s, and set beneath dark, slashing brows that, coupled with what appears to be a general disinclination to smile, grant him a certain frowning intensity. He keeps his ink-black hair almost aggressively short but it shows a rather boyish inclination to form tight little curls and dance mischievously across his brow.
History: Louvel’s life story, by his own accounting, is terribly dull and he knows little of the world beyond House Mandrake and the wealthy districts of the City of Elua. His mother is a former adept of Mandrake, his father of Valerian. They met, fell in love and, when they made their Marques, they married and retired and, presumably, are in love, married and retired still somewhere in Terre d’Ange. Louvel cannot remember them, nor has he made any attempt to contact them. The rumourmongers whisper of a terrible debt to explain why he was taken in and fostered by Mandrake at such a young age.
He was a solitary, rather withdrawn child who nevertheless excelled at his lessons even as he disdained those who tried to teach him. He was renowned as much for his oddities - his eerie worldly air, his calculating curiosity, his wilful nature and fiery temper – as he was for his beauty which, even then, was striking. Despite some concerns, he was dedicated to the Service of Namaah in the traditional way at the age of 10.
He grew into an equally aloof and serious adolescent and it was during one of the House’s many attempts to tame his temper and instil a least of a modicum of the proper respect into him that the Dowayne – watching the young man’s responses - suggested that he might fare better at Valerian House. But his nature was so very different to that usually favoured by Valerian and he pleaded so desperately to stay that the Dowayne relented, and since then – outwardly at least – he has been an exemplary student and adept, at least as, if not more, suited to the ways of Mandrake than he could have been to Valerian.
Despite remaining a rather cold, cynical young man, his patrons seemed to find a certain spice in that and, although he only took assignations sporadically seem to prefer the gardens to the punishment chamber, his reputation at Mandrake was sound for some years. However, circumstances – and his proud, wilful nature – soon led him into trouble and he left Mandrake, half-Marqued and deeply indebted to the house, to seek his own way in the world.
He is currently the protégé of the L’Roches. He is learning quickly but as yet he has done little with his new-found freedom, keeping to himself and his room, tending the lavish windowbox like the one he kept at Mandrake with the same rare and peculiar tenderness.