Post by Gauvain de Versac on Jul 11, 2011 11:50:56 GMT -5
Name: Gauvain de Versac,
Title: Duc d'Alègre
Age: 29
Race (Lineage Origin): d'Angeline
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Home Province/Country: Eisande/Terre d'Ange
Appearance:
Gauvain draws the eye, and knows it. He has the slim, supple build of a fencer - a sport at which, incidentally, he excels - and a face that could make the angels weep. Sharp aristocratic cheekbones invite caresses, while serpentine eyes gleam with a mixture of mockery and magnetism, and a smiling, sensual mouth dispenses kisses, promises and lies. He wears his dark hair longer than practicality demands he should, but a man who looks likes Gauvain is entitled to a little vanity. If there is occasionally a shadow of cynicism in his eyes and a twist of cruelty about his mouth, his charm and general demeanour usually conceal it well enough.
Personality:
Gauvain cultivates an air of rakish indulgence, careless pleasure and just a touch of wickedness – all of which contributes to his not inconsiderable charm. He is a witty, lively companion, an incorrigible flirt and, apparently, a passionate, imaginative lover. He is stylish and elegant, sensitive to beauty and acquisitive of it. But beneath all that, his true nature is like a snakebite: unexpected, poisonous and deadly. A libertine to the core, he lives solely for pleasure yet finds little of it, which in turn spurs him to excesses of desperate hedonism and casual cruelty. He takes the hollowness of his life for granted, and if there are empty spaces in a soul he believes to be utterly corrupt he does not know how to fill them. The one true passion he has left – beyond fleeting physical joy – is a taste for destruction: his own, or someone else's, he doesn't care.
History:
Gauvain's personal history is considerably less well-known than his heritage, for his name is an established and respected one, and he rarely speaks of his past. An only child, he was born to inherit a sterling reputation, a lofty name, a vast estate and a rapidly dwindling fortune. He was an ardent, enthusiastic youth, who took his duties and his studies seriously, but nevertheless met life with hope and optimism.
With Ducal responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders, at his parents urging he contracted a marriage of convenience with a woman from La Serenissima, ten years his senior, and infinitely more experienced in the ways of the world. Carlota Calzavara's fortune saved the Duchy, but she retained control of it, and all the power it wielded not only over the estate but over Gauvain. She died, in somewhat mysterious circumstances, a mere four years into the deeply unhappy marriage but by then it was too late and Gauvain was a completely different man. 'Educated' he called it.
He did not attend the funeral, refused to enter mourning and left d'Alègre almost immediately, turning over the running of it to a steward. Now with the entirety of his dead wife's extensive fortune at his fingertips, he pursues a life of pleasure and idleness. He is received nearly everywhere, for he is charming and popular, although some do look askance as his wild ways, and the company he keeps. He never seems to be the direct cause of trouble but trouble does seem to happen in his vicinity. He has taken plenty of lovers, and seems the practised seducer, but most of his encounters conclude rapidly and acrimoniously. For a while, he was seen in the company of Noelle D'Aubigne – a friendship that sewed nothing but chaos, but in which both parties seemed to find a dark delight.
Title: Duc d'Alègre
Age: 29
Race (Lineage Origin): d'Angeline
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Home Province/Country: Eisande/Terre d'Ange
Appearance:
Gauvain draws the eye, and knows it. He has the slim, supple build of a fencer - a sport at which, incidentally, he excels - and a face that could make the angels weep. Sharp aristocratic cheekbones invite caresses, while serpentine eyes gleam with a mixture of mockery and magnetism, and a smiling, sensual mouth dispenses kisses, promises and lies. He wears his dark hair longer than practicality demands he should, but a man who looks likes Gauvain is entitled to a little vanity. If there is occasionally a shadow of cynicism in his eyes and a twist of cruelty about his mouth, his charm and general demeanour usually conceal it well enough.
Personality:
Gauvain cultivates an air of rakish indulgence, careless pleasure and just a touch of wickedness – all of which contributes to his not inconsiderable charm. He is a witty, lively companion, an incorrigible flirt and, apparently, a passionate, imaginative lover. He is stylish and elegant, sensitive to beauty and acquisitive of it. But beneath all that, his true nature is like a snakebite: unexpected, poisonous and deadly. A libertine to the core, he lives solely for pleasure yet finds little of it, which in turn spurs him to excesses of desperate hedonism and casual cruelty. He takes the hollowness of his life for granted, and if there are empty spaces in a soul he believes to be utterly corrupt he does not know how to fill them. The one true passion he has left – beyond fleeting physical joy – is a taste for destruction: his own, or someone else's, he doesn't care.
History:
Gauvain's personal history is considerably less well-known than his heritage, for his name is an established and respected one, and he rarely speaks of his past. An only child, he was born to inherit a sterling reputation, a lofty name, a vast estate and a rapidly dwindling fortune. He was an ardent, enthusiastic youth, who took his duties and his studies seriously, but nevertheless met life with hope and optimism.
With Ducal responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders, at his parents urging he contracted a marriage of convenience with a woman from La Serenissima, ten years his senior, and infinitely more experienced in the ways of the world. Carlota Calzavara's fortune saved the Duchy, but she retained control of it, and all the power it wielded not only over the estate but over Gauvain. She died, in somewhat mysterious circumstances, a mere four years into the deeply unhappy marriage but by then it was too late and Gauvain was a completely different man. 'Educated' he called it.
He did not attend the funeral, refused to enter mourning and left d'Alègre almost immediately, turning over the running of it to a steward. Now with the entirety of his dead wife's extensive fortune at his fingertips, he pursues a life of pleasure and idleness. He is received nearly everywhere, for he is charming and popular, although some do look askance as his wild ways, and the company he keeps. He never seems to be the direct cause of trouble but trouble does seem to happen in his vicinity. He has taken plenty of lovers, and seems the practised seducer, but most of his encounters conclude rapidly and acrimoniously. For a while, he was seen in the company of Noelle D'Aubigne – a friendship that sewed nothing but chaos, but in which both parties seemed to find a dark delight.