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Name: Lord Augustin de Tetreau
Age: 24 years old
Gender: Male
Class: Courtier
Physical Description: Augustin was born beautiful. Not handsome, but indeed, beautiful. His face is too fair and almost entirely feminine in nature, leading children early on to tease him for his comely looks; after all, boys were supposed to be rugged and masculine, scarred and respected. Yet there was Augustin, painfully standing out with his lovely, luscious face. Some even whispered that he had the face of the devil himself - that no mortal man ever possessed a look like his own. The truth, of course, was not that interesting. Rosemonde was a beautiful woman, with dominant features that overpowered the weak chin, droopy eyes, and round face of her husband. Baptiste had at least gained the "de Tetreau beak" which spared him, but Augustin was just pretty and there was no changing that.
High cheekbones, curving jaw, placid blue eyes, elfin nose, bow lips... he was doomed from the start, without an awkward stage to speak of. His mane of spun gold hair, twisting just past his shoulders and streaked heavily in caramel and chocolate hues, did not help the common belief that he was strange. In later years, rumors developed about him being a changeling - though his survival, of course, destroyed the theory quickly enough. His skin is very pale, milky and unhealthy, almost sallow. His nose is a tad crooked, having been broken several times (Blasted doors!), and he has a number of small scars on his arms, legs, and torso. His body is an awkward mix of feminine and masculine, with thin shoulders, gangly limbs that constantly cause him grief (He's clumsy, obviously), spider-like hands with long, thin fingers, a shallow chest, wide, womanly hips, and of course, small feet. Touches of 'male' can be found, with rope-like, sniwey muscles clinging to his arms and legs, and when dressed properly he resembles the average gentleman. He's always very clean, with soft hands, and rarely bothers to fuss over his hair.
(Just want to clarify, he is NOT handsome, and most women will probably not be attracted to him because he has a very feminine face. And he's sulky. Thought I'd point that out in case you were worried about the cliche' of the beautiful, brooding widower taking place xD He's just pretty and pissy; it's what he's good at!)
Native Duchy: Native to Soleil - currently in Dynham.
History: Rarely does Augustin reflect on what life might have been if only he'd been the firstborn - an hour with his sister-in-law, and he's all but praying in thanks that he was not cursed in such a way. Sarah means well, but she's crude and uncivilized at times, and he can hardly stand her stumbled, broken attempts at speaking Soleil. Indeed, being the second son has more or less saved him from many horrors. Born to a wealthy, well-respected family of landowners, he was never hungry or cold, never wanting. His older brother was kind, even understanding, and when little Josèphe came into the de Tetreau family Augustin had a companion that knew him well, and loved him despite his many faults and fair face. He followed the social, outgoing girl everywhere, her silent chaperone, and frequently took part in harmless pranks to please her. After all, Josèphe meant the world to him, and her opinion truly meant something to the pretty boy who'd been shunned by the boys his age.
He discovered at twelve that he was destined to marry one Victorine Rossi, the daughter of a Lunan merchant. It was a match made at the girl's birth, and one he was expected to honor - without question. Even then, Augustin knew his parents worried for their quiet son who's only hobbies were reading and entertaining his sister. They'd made the match for his well being, and Augustin saw no wrong in this. When Victorine grew into a pretty, ambitious socialite, marrying Augustin in a lavish wedding while aspiring for so much more than he could offer, Augustin began to have seeds of doubt regarding his new bride. He began eating at inns and taverns, refusing the meals she prepared with a cunning gleam in her black eyes. They had lain together a dozen or so times, but after each coupling he would leave her alone, seeking the safety of his own chambers.
Soon, a daughter came - Perrine, the dancing girl. She had his blue eyes and enchanting face, with her mother's black curls and disposition. Immediately Victorine began to plan, and Augustin was content to let her. After all, he had never felt much love for the dark skinned woman he called his wife, and assumed he'd feel little towards Perrine; and he was right. The babe was young, but already adept at manipulation. Augustin left them both in the country, heading to the palace as a courtier where he remained for two years, guarding Josèphe. When news came to him that Victorine had become ill, he did not return home. When she died he calmly exchanged his wardrobe for one of black mourning, and left the court, secluding himself in a small cottage at the edge of his family's estate. Perrine was sent to his brother, and no more was heard of Augustin until Josèphe's recent marriage.
Dragged out from his hiding place, Augustin was sent to Adesia with clear instructions: to find a new wife.
Family:
Immediate Family
Victorine de Tetreau (Rossi) - wife, deceased.
Perrine de Tetreau - 5 years old, daughter, lives in Soleil with Baptiste and Sarah.
Family Living in Soleil
Maurice de Tetreau - father, advisor to the Soleil King.
Rosemonde de Tetreau - mother.
Baptiste de Tetreau - older brother.
Sarah de Tetreau (Peterson) - sister-in-law, married to Baptiste.
-Sebastian de Tetreau
-Sabine de Tetreau
-Roselle de Tetreau
-Tatienne de Tetreau
Josèphe Fils de Claude (de Tetreau) - sister, pregnant, married to Adam.
Adam Fils de Claude - brother-in-law.
Personality: A melancholy gentleman, Augustin is so often chalked up to being another dandy in fine clothes; a rich man with breeding, standing, and ties to foreign royal families – in other words, a stepping stone to greater places. To his family, he is the spare heir and second son who is primarily unimportant. It leaves little to be excited about, yet Augustin is not a sorrowful, sullen creature because he is angry with his standing. On the contrary, he appreciates the lavish parties and lush women his status offers him. Yet he cannot be satisfied. No matter how many women he beds, how much wealth he accumulates, no matter how much he bleeds… Augustin is left wanting. Only with his baby sister, darling of the Soleil court, is he even remotely kind (His tongue is a scathing acid to most) and even then it fluctuates though he has yet to manage to truly hurt the jovial girl’s feelings deeply enough to ostracize her from him.
In court, he is quiet and mostly considered unfriendly. He is often in the company of the Duchess, reminiscing, and is never without a book in hand. For the most part a noble man with weak convictions, those who know of his first wife’s death often assume he is a tragic being because of that dark chapter in his life. But they are positively mistaken – Augustin was just as silent around his pretty, society wife and felt nothing towards her. Like everything else, she tasted of ash to him. Bland and empty, too shallow to soothe whatever demons inwardly plagued him; and when she died she remained ash, a hollow death that he felt no remorse over. By now you must think that Augustin is heartless, but don’t judge so quickly. For the most part he is a man seeking meaning in life, and finding none in high society. He wishes for passion, for something to truly take hold of his wayward spirit and to ground him. Sense of honor, Augustin still has little hope for his future.
Items:
- Black Mare, high-stepping with flashy blaze and four white socks. Calls her Stepper, she was purchased with breeding in mind when he arrived. Given her age (She's seven), he hopes to send her back to Soleil soon.
- Cream and silver brocade tunic with matching garments. Cream hat, rich white feathers. Cream and silver slippers.
- Simple blue doublet with matching garments and slashed sleeves to reveal white undershirt. Black hat, peacock feathers. Black boots.
- Black silk nightshirt, silver embroidery on collar.
- Heavy silver chain.
- Lyre
- Rusty Sword
- Black traveling cloak w/ hood
- A book of parchment, ink, and quill, with a little bit of sealing wax
- Hygienic effects
- Adept hunter, though he dislikes it.
- Failure as a swordsman; more likely to hrut himself than an enemy.
- Rather gifted poet
- One manservant: Tommy Fitzgerald, 21 years old, Celtic Origins. Disagreeable.
- Red/White male spaniel named Delphie.
Roleplay Sample: I play both Countess Bridget Rushworth and Lady Elizabeth Rushworth, but here's a sample anyway.
He had been here since the beginning, an early arrival who held no beauty on his arm. He’d simply entered, bowing in kind to his Duchess despite this being a masquerade and an event for secrets. Augustin couldn’t have helped himself; his sense of order, of correctness despite feeling so empty and miserable, forbade him to ignore the blonde no doubt seeking her husband. Such a happy women, the Dynham Duchess. Sometimes he wished that he believed such happiness awaited him when he was finally dragged to a second wedding, but he already knew that it did not. Eventually he’d give in and pick some empty, bland, yet alluring girl to wed and bed. She would mother Perrine, please the family, and remain ash in his mouth, cold and bitter. It was unavoidable.
Pretty sigh, the full face mask covering his striking face almost unbearably in the crowded room. As if in mockery of himself, he’d chosen the costume of a jester tonight, complete with an argyle mask in maroon, white, gold, and black. Only his blue eyes, placid and uninteresting, peeked out, rimmed in black. Josèphe would surely have giggled at the very sight of him, coming up with some witty banter to keep him mildly entertained while simultaneously letting him sink deeper into his shell. She’d been an expert at handling Augustin, able to have him behaving like a perfect, smiling gentleman with a dainty pout or trilling ‘please Augustin?’ – it was a shame she’d finally settled down, given that Augustin was cold and unmovable without her cheerful presence.
To the corners then, slinking around like a criminal. There were others hiding in the shadows, skirting the candlelight, but the Soleil gent knew he was not like the shady folk that nearly hissed at the dancers and merrymakers. They avoided the friendly laughter and good spirits because it was their very nature to do so – they preferred things like manipulation and cruel, pointed attacks executed to perfection. He merely didn’t like dancing; as if born with his legs put on backwards, Augustin was a fool when it came to dancing, smashing toes and dropping ladies mid-dip. Dancing was a painful, excruciating thing to be avoided at all costs, hence his lurking in the shadows like some colored, demonic clown. Yet he did not fit the part, for he was too impassive and indifferent to be some maniac jester, furious at his dismissal.
Other: Name needs to be un-squished.
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An alternate history RPG, the first of its genre:
as performed by wyl
Late Summer
Lord Augustin de Tetreau [Approved], Finished!
