Post by Vautier on Sept 20, 2011 12:17:58 GMT -5
Name: Vautier
Age: 26
Race (Lineage Origin): d’Angeline
Height: 6ft
Appearance
The man known only as Vautier has the face of a feral angel. A faint scar bisects the right side of his upper lip but rather than marring his beauty it only throws it into relief. His features are pure d’Angeline, exquisitely cast, sculptured lines, blade-sharp bones and lips as soft as rose petals, but there is something eerily wolfish in his expression, or about his eyes, which he does his best to mask beneath the airs of a gentleman. Despite his height, his body is supple and slender, neither particularly graceful nor particularly strong. There is almost something fragile about him, an impression held in check by the ferocity of his eyes.
Ash blonde hair frames his face in a fall of restless curls, and his ice-chip eyes are so pale a blue they could almost be silver. He possesses a very lovely, and often used, smile that rarely, if ever, reaches his eyes to warm them, and a smoky, velveteen voice he does not like to have to raise. His movements are assured and his manners so fastidious that it is only the force of will behind them that prevent them seeming fussy. He is not quite dandified but he dresses well, favouring light colours and flowing fabrics that contribute to his somewhat seraphic appearance.
Personality
Vautier has the reputation of a man who gets things done, but he wears power lightly, almost carelessly, as if to distract attention from just how ruthless he truly is. He brokers in the currency of ‘favours’, spinning of web of obligation with himself at the centre from the highest to the lowest in the social chain. There is very little he cannot, or is not willing, to accomplish – for the right price. Although he exhibits a range of characteristics, the truth of his character remains elusive, perhaps even to himself.
He is urbane, sophisticated, courteous and, when he chooses to be, pleasant company. He can even be off-handedly kind when there is no reason to be otherwise. But he is equally capable of being as unflinchingly exploitative, manipulative and vicious as his chosen line of work requires. Among his extensive circle of underworld associates, and to those caught in his debt, his word is law, his judgement unquestioned and his retribution, should one incur his displeasure, positively biblical. He is not, however, wantonly cruel or violent, and he seems to view such acts, without any particular guilt or shame, as a vulgar necessity. He has a vast network of acquaintances and moves easily through the various strata that comprise society, but there are not many who would term themselves his friends. One might assume that a man like Vautier would find little use for simple human connections but in his way he does seem to care for the few he deems genuinely valuable.
Most of his actions are coldly rational, and in accordance with the rules of his enterprise, but he is not devoid of passion. Few, however, know what inspires him to it, or what motivates him. He may not entirely know himself, although he pursues his subtle agenda of power and influence with a dedication close to compulsion. He also places great emphasis on the necessity of gentlemanly behaviour – so much so that it seems almost to have attained the status of a dark, and private, joke.
History
Vautier’s past is shrouded in mystery, and few have the courage to ask him about it...
In truth, it is rather banal. Vautier is the bastard son of a groom and an unknown noblewoman, raised by the former but resembling the latter. He lived a largely invisible childhood, watching the worlds of servant and master revolve heedlessly around him, assimilating the habits of both. When his beauty bloomed during late adolescence, the temporary infatuated of a young nobleman of the household secured him his first “favour” – the promise of which, and some stolen jewellery, took him to the City of Elua. Here he spent a few years climbing the crime ladder, doing odd jobs, petty whoring, some minor misdemeanours, the occasional murder, all with the same cold efficiency, making connections and accruing favours. His empire of obligation was built from there. He is now one of the most enigmatic and feared princes of the city underworld.
Backstory: Don't Like Mondays
Age: 26
Race (Lineage Origin): d’Angeline
Height: 6ft
Appearance
The man known only as Vautier has the face of a feral angel. A faint scar bisects the right side of his upper lip but rather than marring his beauty it only throws it into relief. His features are pure d’Angeline, exquisitely cast, sculptured lines, blade-sharp bones and lips as soft as rose petals, but there is something eerily wolfish in his expression, or about his eyes, which he does his best to mask beneath the airs of a gentleman. Despite his height, his body is supple and slender, neither particularly graceful nor particularly strong. There is almost something fragile about him, an impression held in check by the ferocity of his eyes.
Ash blonde hair frames his face in a fall of restless curls, and his ice-chip eyes are so pale a blue they could almost be silver. He possesses a very lovely, and often used, smile that rarely, if ever, reaches his eyes to warm them, and a smoky, velveteen voice he does not like to have to raise. His movements are assured and his manners so fastidious that it is only the force of will behind them that prevent them seeming fussy. He is not quite dandified but he dresses well, favouring light colours and flowing fabrics that contribute to his somewhat seraphic appearance.
Personality
Vautier has the reputation of a man who gets things done, but he wears power lightly, almost carelessly, as if to distract attention from just how ruthless he truly is. He brokers in the currency of ‘favours’, spinning of web of obligation with himself at the centre from the highest to the lowest in the social chain. There is very little he cannot, or is not willing, to accomplish – for the right price. Although he exhibits a range of characteristics, the truth of his character remains elusive, perhaps even to himself.
He is urbane, sophisticated, courteous and, when he chooses to be, pleasant company. He can even be off-handedly kind when there is no reason to be otherwise. But he is equally capable of being as unflinchingly exploitative, manipulative and vicious as his chosen line of work requires. Among his extensive circle of underworld associates, and to those caught in his debt, his word is law, his judgement unquestioned and his retribution, should one incur his displeasure, positively biblical. He is not, however, wantonly cruel or violent, and he seems to view such acts, without any particular guilt or shame, as a vulgar necessity. He has a vast network of acquaintances and moves easily through the various strata that comprise society, but there are not many who would term themselves his friends. One might assume that a man like Vautier would find little use for simple human connections but in his way he does seem to care for the few he deems genuinely valuable.
Most of his actions are coldly rational, and in accordance with the rules of his enterprise, but he is not devoid of passion. Few, however, know what inspires him to it, or what motivates him. He may not entirely know himself, although he pursues his subtle agenda of power and influence with a dedication close to compulsion. He also places great emphasis on the necessity of gentlemanly behaviour – so much so that it seems almost to have attained the status of a dark, and private, joke.
History
Vautier’s past is shrouded in mystery, and few have the courage to ask him about it...
In truth, it is rather banal. Vautier is the bastard son of a groom and an unknown noblewoman, raised by the former but resembling the latter. He lived a largely invisible childhood, watching the worlds of servant and master revolve heedlessly around him, assimilating the habits of both. When his beauty bloomed during late adolescence, the temporary infatuated of a young nobleman of the household secured him his first “favour” – the promise of which, and some stolen jewellery, took him to the City of Elua. Here he spent a few years climbing the crime ladder, doing odd jobs, petty whoring, some minor misdemeanours, the occasional murder, all with the same cold efficiency, making connections and accruing favours. His empire of obligation was built from there. He is now one of the most enigmatic and feared princes of the city underworld.
Backstory: Don't Like Mondays