Santiago Malloy (CB 1 of 2 for Ratmas) District 1, FINISHED
Jan 23, 2016 4:45:35 GMT -5
Post by meerclar on Jan 23, 2016 4:45:35 GMT -5
Santiago Malloy
Age: 22
District: 1
Appearance:
History:
Mother died when young
Father remarried to step mother Esme.
Father died recently
Step sister - Suzanne
One half sister
Background:
Dreamer
Artist, mostly paintings, but dabbles in poetry and music
Goes through periods where he spends hours locked in his art studio, forgetting to eat, barely sleeping for days at a time. He would forget to wash, apparently unaware of the splashes of dried paint on his hands and face.If anyone did manage to coax or coerce him out in that time he would be moody, morose, lethargic and bitter.
Had periods where he is cheerful and energetic, and recites anecdotes with a keen eye and acerbic wit
Very fond of his step-sister, spending hours talking to her in the gardens, and dragging her into his studio to see his paintings, or to pose for him.
After the sudden death of his father, he had spent almost a month locked in his rooms, and only the persistent friendship of Suzanne had slowly brought him out of his gloomy state.
His step mother discovered a love poem he had written to Suzanne and several portraits, including some nudes that he had painted.
She is determined to marry him off as soon a possible to have him removed from her daughter.
End of concise bio
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Extended Bio: (For those who are interested)
Esme Malloy had never been fond of her step-son. It was embarrassing, it wasn’t the kind of feeling that she let become public knowledge. She had certainly done her best, when she married his father, to bond with the boy, but he had been as difficult as a boy as he was as a man. It wasn’t one specific thing she could put her finger on, but a list of what were, in her mind, very unbecoming traits. He was a dreamer, spending hours upon hours locked in his art studio, forgetting to eat, barely sleeping for days at a time. When he did emerge he would forget to wash, apparently unaware of the splashes of dried paint on his hands and face. As a person of importance in the district, his father would often have important guests, and it upset Mrs Malloy that his son didn’t take more care.
She found him unpredictable One day he might bring flowers home for her and her daughters, be cheerful and energetic, and recite anecdotes with his keen eye and acerbic wit that would keep the family in stitches for hours. Yet a few days later he could well lock himself in his room, not even admitting anyone to bring him food, and emerging, bleary eyed days later. If anyone did manage to coax or coerce him out in that time he would be moody, morose, lethargic and bitter. When he was like that, it was best to leave him to be antisocial. They had had more than one guest offended by him.
On a more selfish note, one that she wouldn’t even admit to herself, his fine features and pale eyes were from his own mother, and she hated that her husband was constantly reminded of the love of his first wife when he looked at his son. She told herself that she didn’t want him reminded of the pain of her loss, and almost believed it.
Esme had two daughters of her own. Her eldest, Suzanne was from her previous marriage, but she believed that her husband cared for her as much as he did their other daughter. Santiago too had been fond of his step-sister, spending hours talking to her in the gardens, and dragging her into his studio to see his paintings, or to pose for him.
After the sudden death of his father, he had spent almost a month locked in his rooms, and it had seemed that only the persistent friendship of Suzanne had slowly brought him out of his gloomy state. Esme had been busy dealing with the estate and all the other tedious business of burying a husband, and she had turned a blind eye to them, glad that someone other than herself was dealing with her troublesome step-son.
It was months later before her suspicions were aroused and she intercepted a note between them. It turned out to be a poem, a discourse on love, to her daughter. She had ordered the locks on Santiago’s studio broken and been horrified to discover the paintings he had done of her daughter, in various states of undress. She had confronted Suzanna and the girl had confessed her partiality for her step-brother, and swore that she had posed for him, and received his attentions and poetry with pleasure, but nothing else had yet occurred. She promise that it would not continue, but Esme was unwilling to leave the matter there, and has resolved to marry Santiago off as soon as possible. She wants him out of her house with a minimum of fuss and no opportunity for gossip.
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The Continuing Story:
An Arranged Marriage
Age: 22
District: 1
Appearance:
History:
Mother died when young
Father remarried to step mother Esme.
Father died recently
Step sister - Suzanne
One half sister
Background:
Dreamer
Artist, mostly paintings, but dabbles in poetry and music
Goes through periods where he spends hours locked in his art studio, forgetting to eat, barely sleeping for days at a time. He would forget to wash, apparently unaware of the splashes of dried paint on his hands and face.If anyone did manage to coax or coerce him out in that time he would be moody, morose, lethargic and bitter.
Had periods where he is cheerful and energetic, and recites anecdotes with a keen eye and acerbic wit
Very fond of his step-sister, spending hours talking to her in the gardens, and dragging her into his studio to see his paintings, or to pose for him.
After the sudden death of his father, he had spent almost a month locked in his rooms, and only the persistent friendship of Suzanne had slowly brought him out of his gloomy state.
His step mother discovered a love poem he had written to Suzanne and several portraits, including some nudes that he had painted.
She is determined to marry him off as soon a possible to have him removed from her daughter.
End of concise bio
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Extended Bio: (For those who are interested)
Esme Malloy had never been fond of her step-son. It was embarrassing, it wasn’t the kind of feeling that she let become public knowledge. She had certainly done her best, when she married his father, to bond with the boy, but he had been as difficult as a boy as he was as a man. It wasn’t one specific thing she could put her finger on, but a list of what were, in her mind, very unbecoming traits. He was a dreamer, spending hours upon hours locked in his art studio, forgetting to eat, barely sleeping for days at a time. When he did emerge he would forget to wash, apparently unaware of the splashes of dried paint on his hands and face. As a person of importance in the district, his father would often have important guests, and it upset Mrs Malloy that his son didn’t take more care.
She found him unpredictable One day he might bring flowers home for her and her daughters, be cheerful and energetic, and recite anecdotes with his keen eye and acerbic wit that would keep the family in stitches for hours. Yet a few days later he could well lock himself in his room, not even admitting anyone to bring him food, and emerging, bleary eyed days later. If anyone did manage to coax or coerce him out in that time he would be moody, morose, lethargic and bitter. When he was like that, it was best to leave him to be antisocial. They had had more than one guest offended by him.
On a more selfish note, one that she wouldn’t even admit to herself, his fine features and pale eyes were from his own mother, and she hated that her husband was constantly reminded of the love of his first wife when he looked at his son. She told herself that she didn’t want him reminded of the pain of her loss, and almost believed it.
Esme had two daughters of her own. Her eldest, Suzanne was from her previous marriage, but she believed that her husband cared for her as much as he did their other daughter. Santiago too had been fond of his step-sister, spending hours talking to her in the gardens, and dragging her into his studio to see his paintings, or to pose for him.
After the sudden death of his father, he had spent almost a month locked in his rooms, and it had seemed that only the persistent friendship of Suzanne had slowly brought him out of his gloomy state. Esme had been busy dealing with the estate and all the other tedious business of burying a husband, and she had turned a blind eye to them, glad that someone other than herself was dealing with her troublesome step-son.
It was months later before her suspicions were aroused and she intercepted a note between them. It turned out to be a poem, a discourse on love, to her daughter. She had ordered the locks on Santiago’s studio broken and been horrified to discover the paintings he had done of her daughter, in various states of undress. She had confronted Suzanna and the girl had confessed her partiality for her step-brother, and swore that she had posed for him, and received his attentions and poetry with pleasure, but nothing else had yet occurred. She promise that it would not continue, but Esme was unwilling to leave the matter there, and has resolved to marry Santiago off as soon as possible. She wants him out of her house with a minimum of fuss and no opportunity for gossip.
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The Continuing Story:
An Arranged Marriage
