Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Apr 7, 2010 23:13:02 GMT -5
Name: Mordred nó Mandrake
Age: 23
Race: d'Angeline
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at 6'2", muscular and fully built, Mordred's face is handsome but somewhat demonic looking with harsh and piercing features. His eyes are a deep brown that is almost black and his gaze is constantly appraising and judgemental. His movements are steady and nothing seems to give him pause. Fully marqued since he was twenty-one, he never appears in any color other than black, though the fabric is the finest possible and adorned with black embroidery.
History: No one really knows where he came from or who he was before he walked up to the doors of Mandrake and demanded to be allowed to become a Servant at the age of ten. With a whip and lash he is a true artist, though it brings no emotion from him- nothing ever does. If he had a middle name, it would be apathy. Some of his references seem to mention that he was raised in a Temple of Kushiel, but he has made no suppositions as to his parents, though a few have said his innate skill shows a parentage from within the priesthood itself.
Due to his strength, creativity and completely masculine attractivity he entertained a good number of patrons in his heyday; unfortunately, his sort of adept seems to be in decline in preference of softer, more delicate and happy adepts. In the assignation chamber he is completely professional and he is still in demand for showings, but he is not affectionate and usually leaves soon after a patron tries to become so. Women do seem to bring a certain amount of greater leeway from him than males, but that could just as easily be due to the fact that he does not hold them to the same high standards as he does men.
Mordred does possess a certain debonair if cold demeanor and he has acted much more subdued as of late, trying to bring back some of the patronage he once enjoyed and the fame that came from that notoriety. Other Mandrake adepts who are not members of his personal clique are snubbed and mostly ignored, including the youngest and newest- the ones that egg him on are seduced if they are female and seduced or snubbed if they are male. In the end, no one really knows who or what Mordred is or what he wants and they either enjoy his company or hate him. He doesn't care- as long as he regains the fame he loved in his younger days.