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[align=center] BASTIEN HONORÉ DE MARILLAC

* ou est mon maître le prince rebelle, qui va fermer toutes ces fenêtres? .

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS JULIEN, AND I AM TWENTY-ONE. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT FIVE+ YEARS I FOUND FKAC AT RPG-DIRECTORY. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF? THE CODE WORD IS EMMA GOLDMAN WANT TO REACH ME? HERE'S MY IM: PM, please.
[/align]- - - - - Full Name, Bastien Honoré de Marillac.
- - - - Title, Monsieur. - - - - Gender, Male. - - - - Sexuality, Varying, mostly homosexual. - - - - Age, Twenty-eight. - - - - Place at Court, French ambassador. - - - - PB (Play-By), Tom Hardy.
[align=center] [/align]- - - - - Loves,
&hunting. &his best friend, Charles III, Duke of Bourbon. &his family. &his hunting dog, Etienne. &red wine. &power + control. &horses. &pearls + velvet. &banquets. &hawks. &his king. &books + writing. - - - - Loathes, &sycophants. &priests + cathedrals. &the smell of death + blood. &poor planning. &mushrooms. - - - - Strengths, &cleverness. &mendacity. &charming. &selective loyalty. &passion. &patience. - - - - Weaknesses, &vanity. &hédonisme. &jealous. &manipulative. &selfish. - - - - Dreams, Some day Bastien would like to have a title, perhaps be a duc or comté, and be in the favour of the king. He would like to hold sway in the court, and have a vast network of spies and ambassadors. He would also like to own a nice manor in the countryside, a place where he could escape with a few friends to hunt or enjoy the air. - - - - Fears, He is afraid that all his efforts to become successful and powerful will come to naught, and that he will remain a lowly untitled second son, with no future. He is afraid of dying alone, with no one to care for him. He is afraid that his beloved best friend will die without every knowing how Bastien felt for him. - - - - Overall Personality, While Bastien is sweet-natured to a fault with his friends and family, his sunny disposition belies a steely interior. While rarely cruel or mean, he is nevertheless a very ambitious young man. He does not seek wealth, but is rather power hungry. He seeks the favour of those positioned in powerful places within the court, but despise those who grasp too overtly at the favours dangled by courtiers. Instead, he remains friendly, but not desperate, slowly insinuating himself into the confidences of many. He operates a large network of courtier gossip throughout the French court, and many are fond of him. While many hold him in confidence, he extends this in return to very few, most notably his childhood best friend, the Duke of Bourbon.
He has no compunction in using his charming, naturally flirtatious demeanour to sway another's opinion. This has made him rather popular among some in the French court, but rather dire enemies as well. He is an excellent liar and this has been a boon to him in the Louis' court. His gregarious manner helps in maintaining a façade of idle youth, while in truth he is as observant as a hawk, and constantly machinating.
While he is truly ambitious, perhaps dangerously so, what little loyalty he does extend to individuals is unwavering. He is hopelessly devoted to those he considers close, but has no problem betraying those he perceives to be ill-intentioned. Bastien's father instilled in all his children a deep, abiding respect and love for the king of France, and while Bastien may not feel any loyalty to varying members of the rest of the royal family, his desire to serve his king honourably is a deeply ingrained one. He stomachs little criticism for the king, and would go to the furthest corners of the known Earth on behalf of his monarch.
Bastien is what one might call a hédoniste. He enjoys life and all its fleshy pleasures, including good food, the hunt, the races. He is not adverse to spending money freely and on what he wants, and he has previously been well enough employed to do as he pleased. He enjoys spending money on those he loves, and is not stingy nor selfish with it.
His youthful hedonism is tempered, however, by a mature sense of the world. He is patient, willing to see his schemes develop over long term rather than rush and botch a ruse. He has no desire to alienate or deter a potential ally with hasty manoeuvring; instead, he is deliberate and intentional in his actions, with thoughts for the future instead of immediate gratification.
Bastien would consider himself interested in men, and a few women, but mostly men. He had never indulged his desires while living in his home province, but upon his welcome to the French court found that there were many others like him, hiding amongst the finery. While he has dallied with many, he has loved only a few. His heart still yearns for the unattainable Charles III, Duke of Bourbon, his childhood best friend and continued confidante. His trip to England is in part to rid himself of his continued desire for his friend, and to perhaps find meaningful friendships among the English.
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Jacques de Marillac (Father) Marie de Marillac (Mother) Jacques-Pierre de Marillac (Brother) Charles de Marillac (Cousin) - - - - Overall History, Bastien Honoré de Marillac was born in Montpensier on 4 Mai 1485 to Marie and Jacques de Marillac, a noblesse ancienne family settled in the province of Auvergne. His father served Gilbert de Bourbon, Count of Montpensier as his écuyer (equerry), and his mother was lady-in-waiting to the Countess, Clara Gonzaga. With Gilbert's death in 1496, and his son Louis II's death in 1501, Bastien's father currently serves as equerry to the current Duke of Bourbon, Charles III.
As a child Bastien was very close to the Count's second son, Charles, who was only five years younger than him. The two were frequently caught making mischief, executing elaborate pranks and foolhardy adventures. The Countess was often over-heard exclaiming over their latest acts of rebellion, although she was often more bemused than annoyed by their antics. While they were very rarely punished, when they were the onus frequently fell to Bastien as he was the elder.
Their idyllic childhood roaming the woods and fields of Montpensier could not last forever, and the death of Charles's father heralded the end of their halcyon days. Bastien began to study more earnestly and Charles began to train for his future military service. The two remained emotionally intimate, confiding in each other frequently. They continued to spend much of their free time together, and when not hampered by obligations to family they could be often found sparring, or hunting in the nearby woods.
The two planned to move to Paris together when Charles was of age, so that Bastien could pursue his career and Charles could serve at court and in the military. However, their plans were averred by the untimely death of Charles' older brother, Louis. Charles, who had never expected to inherit his father's title, was suddenly Duke of Bourbon, and was required to marry and produce an heir post-haste. Bastien was heart broken, but there was nothing to be done, only to watch as his best friend was shown to all the noble women of the realm.
With Charles suddenly occupied with his duchy, Bastien quickly grew dissatisfied with the provincial town of Montpensier. By the time Bastien had been born the family fortune had long been decimated by his grandfather's unfortunate gambling, leaving the family with not much more than their ancestral home and good name. While Jacques de Marillac had done much to return the family to comfortable means, by his hard work and his wife's dowry, it was the sad truth that there would not be much money for a second son to inherit. While Bastien's older brother stood to inherit the family properties and fortune, it was up to Bastien to make his own way in the world.
Two years after Charles's marriage to his cousin Suzanne, Bastien decided that it was time to leave. He was of age, and had finished his schooling. Charles was still his bosom friend, but his military career was clearly taking him in a completely different direction. Bastien packed his belongings, and went to Paris, where, at the tender age of twenty-one, he became a barrister in the Parlimentary. His exemplary service in the Parlimentary brought him to the attention of several key figures at court, who mentored the young man in the ways of diplomacy and debate. It was these mentors who introduced young Bastien to court, and thus to the King. It was also these mentors who helped secure Bastien a place in the ambassadorial entourage going to England, post the defeat of the King's troops at the hands of Henry VIII.
While ambassador positions are frequently seen as punishment to many courtiers, Bastien welcomed the ambassadorial appointment. While Charles was frequently at court, his mind was on other matters, such as war and his infertile wife. Bastien had grown tired of waiting for Charles, and truly, going to England seemed as good as any a way to escape his preoccupation with his childhood friend. Besides, he had heard horror stories about the English court, and how uncouth they were, and how frigid the women were. He had a mind to see for himself if the stories were true.
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While Will had been born in County Cork, Ireland, he only had memories of London. And if London was his home, Whitechapel was his heart. The neighbourhood was much maligned by the papers, and he thought perhaps that the upper classes that deplored the conditions perhaps did not understand that there was beauty in the grime. If one knew how to protect one's wallet and virtue, there was indeed quite a charm to the neighbourhood. All manner of noises and sights excited the senses: the calls of the dollymops, the brightly coloured skirts and handkerchiefs, the laughter of young men carousing. Will had no great love of the cleaner parts of London: they were too quiet, too dully coloured. While the lack of stench and disease was to be appreciated, Will had no heart for white sidewalks and genteel men.
Indeed, the street is as busy as usual today. He was supposed to meet a customer at a cafe in a few hours, but until then he had some free time. As was his custom, he took a spot at the cafe and ordered some tea and scones. He pulled out his sketch book and pencils to begin drawing the faces of the men and women in the small cafe. They were all working class, hard working types. Many of the men were still grimy from the day's work. The women were in the clothing they wore for work: bright petticoats and worn chemises. Some of them looked bored, others had learned to school their faces into expressions of seeming interest. The waitresses wiped sweat from their foreheads with stained hankies, clanking glasses and china with their accustomed hurry. He knew many of them, for this was his favourite cafe in the whole area, and he met many of his clients here before retiring to his room. He even knew some of the clients, sipping their beers. Many of the boys and men who frequented Whitechapel were not entirely discerning as to the gender of their whores.
He took a sip of his tea and began sketching a swarthy Italian gentleman who was seated with a dainty Judy at a table by the windows. He was clearly charmed by the girl whose services he had solicited, but was richer than most in the room. While there were many clients of means who preferred cleaner girls and boys, there were still many who liked rough trade, that is to say, whores of the streets. Whores like himself. There was no accounting for taste, he supposed, but he also acknowledged that there was a certain charm to a girl with gap teeth and cheap manners. He wasn't exactly high class himself. Rich men like this Italian kept him dressed and fed and from the cells of Newgate.
He had just finished his tea and was putting away his pencils when he caught sight of a familiar woman just outside the cafe. He quickly put his things in his bag and hurried out to the street, calling out her name.
"Shelly! Shelly! Over here!"
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