Character Avatar: Brett Dalton
Character Name: Patrice nó Fronsac
Age: 40 - 27/08/1983
Rank/Title: Independent Servant of Naamah
Race: d'Angeline
Country/Province: Terre d'Ange; l'Agnace
Townhome Request: tbc
Country Home Request: tbc
Player: Janet
Appearance With strong, well defined features, Patrice cuts a striking impression. His dark brown hair is kept short and his chin sports stubble more often than not. His eyes are a beautiful brown that can be at once charming and yet guarded. He is always impeccably dressed in that he always gives off the impression he wants to, whether that's roguish, smart and clean cut, or anything in between. He is very vain, and will spend hours on honing his physique and making sure he hasn't a hair out of place.
Personality: Patrice, on the surface, is the same as he's ever been. Confident, charming, aristocratic, even. He puts off an air of calm assurance, quiet dignity, and utmost control. However, this is merely a front. The real Patrice, the one beneath that shining example of a man, is wracked with doubt and anxiety. He feels he's constantly walking on eggshells and doesn't know what to do or say for the best, such is the effect of his 'Patron'. Sometime he doesn't know where the fake Patrice ends and the real Patrice begins.
History: Born into the Night Court, all Patrice ever really knew and wanted to do, was serve Naamah. He made his home at Dahlia, applied his eagerness and intelligence to the lessons they taught and strove to be the best adept he could be. He made his debut shortly after his 16th natale and he continued to serve. However, there was something that niggled at him. A feeling that grew and chafed. Patrice disliked the restrictions placed on him. He didn't like being chaperoned and being unable to really solicit his own Patrons, amongst other things. He felt he could do a much better job of serving Naamah on his own.
One fateful day, he was contracted by a woman, Lasette Fronsac. She became a repeat Patron of his, and soon he unbent enough to profess his irritation with his House and circumstances. To his delight, she suggested that she could buy his marque and he could have a much better life of it. How could he refuse? Within the week, she'd bought his marque and he'd moved in. At first it was wonderful, they spent days at a time in bed together and then she began to let him go out and choose his own patrons. For the first two at least... then the manipulation and controlling started.
From the choosing of Patrons to earning his marque, she controlled it all. She gifted him to her friends on a whim, encouraged and coerced him to take Patrons that weren't his choice, put off his marque and tried to ensure that he was not given coin as Patron gifts. She professed her love to him, though whether that was true or not he could never tell. Whenever he balked or challenged her, she either turned into a wounded woman, playing the victim, or turned it back on him so he questioned his feelings, his thoughts, everything.
Far from being the cushy number he had anticipated he was now beholden to a woman that placed far more restrictions on him than he ever thought possible. His marque took far, far longer to make and now, nigh fifteen years later, he has finally completed it. What he is to do now, though, he has no idea...
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