Auguste Auguste Arnaud Born on the 30th of Spring, 492 AV 6'0'', 170 lbs 20 years old Male Appearance He stands at five feet and eleven inches, his back curved straight into near perfection, his head constantly held high. His shoulders are broad, his stomach is flat, and his muscles are incredibly prominent, all packed into a lean body that looks better suited for knighthood. If he were dressed in more expensive clothing he would, without a doubt, exude an air of nobility and superiority, though his friendly face would gladly contradict. Instead he dresses simply, casually, in clothing that inspired the observer to travel, to ride on horseback, to explore and to venture. His pale, delicate-looking skin is smooth, far too smooth for the average traveller, hinting on his past life as a pampered human. His face is sharp and incredibly masculine, pairing up exceptionally well with his body’s build. His long, incredibly curly hair, notably inherited from his father, is often kept rather messy, and when paired up with the unshaven stubble that peppered his jaws and his chin, gave him a very appealing, rough, husky look. His eyes are a delightfully golden brown, often exhibiting sensuality and seduction, usually tending to smirk along with his pink lips. At a glance, his entire appearance exudes intimidation, but after a moment’s observation, it is clear that he is easy to approach and converse with, perhaps even flirt with. Personality Being born into a wealthy and noble family, Auguste favors the finer things in life, preferring to immerse himself in luxuries if his pouch of coins permitted it. As his parents had taught him well, he learned when it was fine to splurge, and when it was best to save. He has an excessive appreciation for beauty, almost bordering on obsessive, as he often spends much of his time wandering the recesses of his mind to think and imagine. The exquisiteness of Ravok gave him more than enough room to drift into daydreams and reveries, and often times he can be seen spending his time smiling softly to himself as he lives another life in a place that no one else knows of. He could be insane, to a degree, as he often speaks to himself in his thoughts, and imagines things so vividly that it could be considered hallucinations. But he makes up for his wild imagination with his intelligence and calculative attitude. A charmer and a remarkable conversationalist, he often worms his way into conversing with strangers with ease, usually finding the right words and gestures to keep the conversation running smoothly. His avaricious nature causes him to be occasionally dark, mysterious, and up to no good, but in essence, he is kind-hearted. Often times he is seen flirting with women, conversing with others, enjoying the pleasantries of Ravok, or chasing after his dream of becoming a member of the Ebonstryfe. He puts his undivided care and concern for others as quickly as he meets and makes friends, and while that could be considered an asset, it could also so easily be abused. Extroverted, curious, lively, and easily entertained, he either exudes an air of mystery, intimidation, or allure. Likes and Dislikes As Auguste was once very much pampered in his youth, he often loves to eat delicious gourmet food and engage in activities that would normally burn a hole in the average citizen’s pocket. But of course, he also enjoys the little things, such as the simple meals in the taverns, and the sweet, unendingly beautiful view of the canals by almost every building. Auguste has a knack for daydreaming and imagining things so vividly, that it may even be categorized under insanity. His love and hunger for beauty could only ever be satisfied by Ravok’s elegance and Rhysol’s continuing maintenance of it, and through the wonders of his city had he developed his little hobby of conceptualizing reveries. He enjoys sword fighting, and prefers the rapier over any other blade, as it was his father’s favourite as well. Whenever he isn’t spending his time training and enjoying Ravok’s sceneries, he often likes to woo and flirt with women around the city. He abhors excessive filth, and is very precise in cleaning himself, though his curiosity often takes him to such places that aren’t quite as sanitary as he'd like. Ethics Mindless acts of violence or crime are beneath Auguste, though they are considered last resorts to him if he would ever find himself desperate or in dire straits. Organized crime, he favors much more, and tends to admire the catalyst’s handiwork in the aftermath. He prefers to treat everybody with kindness, respect, and interest, as conversing with others is one of his most favourite things to do, approachableness is a key to obtaining such others to converse with. He will only ever treat others icily, angrily, or with nonchalance if he was provoked or disturbed by them, but normally his patience is lengthy for even the strangers that he meets. He values cleanliness and fitness, and has a deep appreciation for art, love, and scenic beauty. Anyone who disturbs him in his reveries are treated coldly and dismissively, while those who share in his love for luxuries are given twice the friendliness and care that he ordinarily shares to all. Despite having an occasionally intimidating façade, one smile tends to alert the observer enough that Auguste means no harm at all; unless, you mean any harm to him. History It was neither a life of luxuries, nor a life of hardships. Auguste had most of his wishes granted by the wealth and connections of his parents, who were both rather well-to-do merchants. Despite their union being wholly arranged by their respective families for the sole purpose of benefiting themselves and their businesses, the couple had always been friends and thus, through their marriage, they had both learned to love one another. As they lived in the city that took much pride in its unique, unmitigated beauty and romantic atmosphere, Auguste’s youth was filled with both passion and art, both of which he very much valued and appreciated. He took only a slight interest in the family business, preferring to bask in the wonders of Ravok rather than to delve into wholesaling and retailing. He admired the intricacies of Ravok’s buildings, marvelled at the temple of the Black Sun, blushed at the sight of lovers huddling close on the sailing Ravosalas, and smiled at the landscapes and views that from every angle had no imperfections. He was especially enthralled by the Ebonstryfe, who in their magnificent brigandine armor, appeared to be much like mysterious, dark angels. They exuded safety and security, while the city evoked love and happiness. Auguste was drunk with the pleasantries of Ravok and his eyes were blinded to its dark side as he devoted himself to Rhysol and his wonders. His days were filled with the joys of delicious food and wonderful sights. He had taken to training in unarmed combat and sword fighting, in the hopes that he could join the Ebonstryfe and give back to Rhysol, to serve him in his honor. He was often also tutored by his father on business and politics, in the hopes that he would continue the family business after they were long gone. It was when his family’s business had begun to sink into debt and bankruptcy had Auguste realized the pains of reality. He was still so young then; old enough to have the freedom to speak, think, believe, and assume, but not enough to be left on his own. Amidst their depression and sudden loss of liveliness, he was left to wonder and think more about his surroundings, and through this sudden eye-opener had he found Ravok’s shadows. Life was not perfect, not for everybody, and he discovered that as he took into account the numerous slaves within the area. There were some citizens who could barely make ends meet, and others who could not do so at all, no matter what the circumstances. Not everyone in Ravok was taken great care of. But even then, he continued to worship Rhysol, revere Rhysol, and love Ravok for all its beauty and art; after all, a god could not simple cater to everybody. But his heart grew heavy, and his head grew sore, as if for the first time in his entire existence, he had begun to live. Life had been so easy for him before that everything felt so light, so feathery, because everything was so easy. The welfare of the business simply grew worse and worse, until there was no other solution but to pack up and attempt to restart elsewhere. Auguste’s parents sold their home and most of their belongings that they would no longer need, and tried their luck in other cities. They had insisted for their only son to go, hoping that perhaps he’d even start a branch in another city, or help them wherever their feet landed, but Auguste refused vehemently. And so, his parents left with him his inheritance; the money they’d saved from when the business was still flourishing, and fled to find their fortune once more. Auguste’s home was Ravok, and no other city could compare or even rival to its allure. It had his heart, as did Rhysol, and it was to remain that way until he perished. Skills
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Arnaud Family Ring A thick-banded gold ring adorned with an oval cut red crystal and accentuated with intricate gold molding. Two pairs of bird’s feet appear to surround themselves around the ring’s single red gem, their talons firmly latched upon it, keeping it in place. A meticulous carving of bird’s wings surrounds the sides of the crystal, all in gold. The ring was given to him by his mother on his eighteenth birthday, before they had set off to regain their fortune. When he had been given the ring, he was told that the birds carved upon the gold band were vultures; patient, ambitious fowls who never give up when they’ve set their eyes upon a goal, regardless of the time they’d have to spend in order to obtain it. In his eyes, the two birds were a representation of his parents, whose presence and virtue would always remain in his heart, as does the ring. Food
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Thread List 512 AV Spring
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