Post by Sid Moreau on Oct 7, 2008 7:58:12 GMT -5
Name: Sid Moreau
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Race: d'Angeline (Agnicite, Azzallese)
Home province: L'Agnace
Description: Beautiful, strong and masculine, Sid is a shining example of raw d'Angeline beauty. Eyes so dark they make bistre look light stare out of a strikingly handsome face, and it is rumored among some of the L'Agnace estates that Sid a heartbreaker - both on the eyes and on the soul. His body is proportioned well, though his feet slightly larger than normal. His hair is a dark, dark brown, and his skin tends to hold a tanned hue well into winter before it begins to fade. He is well kept bodily, with a tone stomach and lean bodily strength, vainly keeping himself fit without adding too much bulk.
History: The only child of the Duc Moreau, Sid lived the life of a privelaged, rather spoiled noble child that would inherit one of the largest non-royal duchies in L'Agnace. He had the best tutors his parents, Lidney and Jenelle, could buy, sparing no expense for their sole childs future. Much of his life was spent in class, be it history or literature, in the riding corral, the sword ring, tumbling room; countless places for countless things. Sid performed well enough to satisfy his parents if not his tutors. He seethed at having to spend most his time seeing to duties rather than getting to know the neighboring estates daughters better. When he was nineteen, he traveled to Tiberium to study. There he frustrated many teachers, who became irritated over the fact that Sid would rather flirt and woo girls rather than learn important subjects that would help him run his duchy after his father passed the title.
Truth be, wooing was what Sid did best. It was jokingly said he could lure a priestess of Naamah away from her temple after spending a night behind closed doors with her. It was ridiculous, of course, and Sid laughed it off as he denied it, but it did nothing to hinder his ego. He is beautiful, cunning, and vain, follows the latest fashions and sets some himself for the men, and courts women with promises whispered inside the bedchambers - promises that he leaves behind when he goes. He's intelligent enough to know when to cover his trail, though; when the heartbreaks grew too many, he left for Tiberium. Now, three years later, he has returned, looking to delve back into the life of a courtier, and will soon take over his fathers title of Duc.