Post by Duke Lucian Briscoe on Sept 20, 2007 15:49:39 GMT -5
Ooc// The picture for my play-by is a bit more modern than I would have liked, but..you get the point, haha.
Name: Lucian Briscoe
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Position: Duke of Brant
Family:
Sebastian Briscoe, father, 5th Duke of Brant--deceased
Dahlia Briscoe, mother, Dowager Duchess of Brant-- 62
Alasdair Grisham, sister, Dowager Countess of Kensington-- 31
Richard Briscoe, younger brother-- 23
Hair Color:
His hair is, simply put, black. It does not look an alluring shade of blue under unnatural lights, or a bold shade of red in the sun. It's not flecked in brown, nor is it full on natural streaks. It's just black. However, one might suppose it's the dark hair that made him the sophisticated man that he is. Blondes can be considered bubbly, red heads; firey, but the dark haired men with their elegant edge..those are the men you watched your back around.
Eye Color:
Ahh those eyes. With their murky silver color, it's very hard to avoid looking away--they penetrate you, study you, burn you. Oh how captivating he allows them to be. Whether they slid over you as if you don't even exist, or pin you shivering to a wall..when you leave..you'll remember him by his eyes.
Height: 6'3
Style:
Style is what unites memory and recollection, ideology, sentiment, nostalgia, presentiment, to the way we express all that. He has always had a liking toward dressing sharp and crisp--very much like his upbringing. As the air and manner of a gentleman can be acquired only by living habitually in the best society.
Appearence:
Even across some of the more grand rooms, the strength of his features would register; clear-cut, hard-edged, forehead, nose, jaw, and cheeks appeared sculpted out of rock. Only his lips; sultry and sensual with just a hint of humor to relieve their austerity, and the innate intelligence and, yes, wickedness that lit his grey eyes, gave any hint of mere mortal personality--all else, including, everyone acknowledged, his long, lean body belonged to a god.
His dark hair sits perfectly about his head, layer upon illustrious layer untouched by the seemingly distrupitive personality he usual boasts--not that he minded. Standing at a towering 6'3, Lucian is an imposing form in the ballrooms of Mayfair. With a devious smile on his lips, and a laconic attitude in his saunter, he is anything but innocent. You could call him handsome, which I'm sure he'd like, however, the correct titling to his looks [just to keep his ego normal] would be attractive.
Personality:
Lucian Briscoe is not a hero. He is not a tortured man who is really a good guy on the inside. Let's not kid ourselves here. Shrewd, cunning, ambitious - that's more like it. His decisions and actions are fueled most prominently by his own interests - self preservation, if you will. He does not trust easily, but when he does, it's genuine. If someone betrays that trust, Godspeed help them. Lucian does not enjoy being toyed with, and those who make that mistake only make it once. He can also be rather selfish and self centered at times; unlike most people, however, he knows it. Additionally, it must be said that he has a very - er, healthy ego. He loves to lord his intellect and wit over others.
He places his trust most heavily in logic and firmly believes that trite things such as love - and emotions in general - are d**n impractical and inconvenient. Not to say that he doesn't love - he does. Just in his own way. That doesn't stop him from disliking the feeling, however. He doesn't understand love very well, never having been overly acquainted with it, and as it is not something one can puzzle out with a pen and paper, he is content to scoff at the emotion instead.
The term “bastard” tends to come to mind immediately when someone thinks of Brant. It’s really not quite that easy to classify the man, though. To the public he is a typical duke. He tends to be seen as cold and without emotion. His tone is even and calm, verging on cold when he speaks. Eyes go from neutral to cruel but never to warm that anyone has ever seemed to notice. Manner of speech and even gestures make it very difficult for him to ever pretend to be anything other than the aristocratic man that he is, not that he would ever want to try to pass for something lower than he is naturally.
Like:
Novels
Art
Hunting
Ducal activities
Traveling
Chess
Swords
Guns
Family
Dislike:
Women
Men
People in general
Death
Love
Emotion
Weakness
Rain
Fire
Cold weather
Chits
[/color][/center]Name: Lucian Briscoe
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Position: Duke of Brant
Family:
Sebastian Briscoe, father, 5th Duke of Brant--deceased
Dahlia Briscoe, mother, Dowager Duchess of Brant-- 62
Alasdair Grisham, sister, Dowager Countess of Kensington-- 31
Richard Briscoe, younger brother-- 23
Hair Color:
His hair is, simply put, black. It does not look an alluring shade of blue under unnatural lights, or a bold shade of red in the sun. It's not flecked in brown, nor is it full on natural streaks. It's just black. However, one might suppose it's the dark hair that made him the sophisticated man that he is. Blondes can be considered bubbly, red heads; firey, but the dark haired men with their elegant edge..those are the men you watched your back around.
Eye Color:
Ahh those eyes. With their murky silver color, it's very hard to avoid looking away--they penetrate you, study you, burn you. Oh how captivating he allows them to be. Whether they slid over you as if you don't even exist, or pin you shivering to a wall..when you leave..you'll remember him by his eyes.
Height: 6'3
Style:
Style is what unites memory and recollection, ideology, sentiment, nostalgia, presentiment, to the way we express all that. He has always had a liking toward dressing sharp and crisp--very much like his upbringing. As the air and manner of a gentleman can be acquired only by living habitually in the best society.
Appearence:
Even across some of the more grand rooms, the strength of his features would register; clear-cut, hard-edged, forehead, nose, jaw, and cheeks appeared sculpted out of rock. Only his lips; sultry and sensual with just a hint of humor to relieve their austerity, and the innate intelligence and, yes, wickedness that lit his grey eyes, gave any hint of mere mortal personality--all else, including, everyone acknowledged, his long, lean body belonged to a god.
His dark hair sits perfectly about his head, layer upon illustrious layer untouched by the seemingly distrupitive personality he usual boasts--not that he minded. Standing at a towering 6'3, Lucian is an imposing form in the ballrooms of Mayfair. With a devious smile on his lips, and a laconic attitude in his saunter, he is anything but innocent. You could call him handsome, which I'm sure he'd like, however, the correct titling to his looks [just to keep his ego normal] would be attractive.
Personality:
Lucian Briscoe is not a hero. He is not a tortured man who is really a good guy on the inside. Let's not kid ourselves here. Shrewd, cunning, ambitious - that's more like it. His decisions and actions are fueled most prominently by his own interests - self preservation, if you will. He does not trust easily, but when he does, it's genuine. If someone betrays that trust, Godspeed help them. Lucian does not enjoy being toyed with, and those who make that mistake only make it once. He can also be rather selfish and self centered at times; unlike most people, however, he knows it. Additionally, it must be said that he has a very - er, healthy ego. He loves to lord his intellect and wit over others.
He places his trust most heavily in logic and firmly believes that trite things such as love - and emotions in general - are d**n impractical and inconvenient. Not to say that he doesn't love - he does. Just in his own way. That doesn't stop him from disliking the feeling, however. He doesn't understand love very well, never having been overly acquainted with it, and as it is not something one can puzzle out with a pen and paper, he is content to scoff at the emotion instead.
The term “bastard” tends to come to mind immediately when someone thinks of Brant. It’s really not quite that easy to classify the man, though. To the public he is a typical duke. He tends to be seen as cold and without emotion. His tone is even and calm, verging on cold when he speaks. Eyes go from neutral to cruel but never to warm that anyone has ever seemed to notice. Manner of speech and even gestures make it very difficult for him to ever pretend to be anything other than the aristocratic man that he is, not that he would ever want to try to pass for something lower than he is naturally.
Like:
Novels
Art
Hunting
Ducal activities
Traveling
Chess
Swords
Guns
Family
Dislike:
Women
Men
People in general
Death
Love
Emotion
Weakness
Rain
Fire
Cold weather
Chits
