We are all serving a life-sentence in the dungeon of self.
~Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grave
A beautiful man by any regard, yes?
His height nears seven feet. Being tall was in the blood of his family. His origin? Aaah, but it is history. He came from the orginal Scandanavian countries before they became separated. He has the features. Porcelain skin the color of white orchids. Wheat white blonde hair that falls carelessly into his handsome face. His eyes are not the usual blue, but a bright emerald green that twinkled with boyish charm. His lips are naturally pale pink, and seem to always be in a serene, inviting smile.
He was born the elder of twin children. His twin was a beautiful baby girl. Celeste had been her name. A name to fit the beauty and mystery that she was. From the day they were born, they were of inseparable like. The other mirrored the other perfectly. As they grew, it became apparent that they had talents of the arts and weapon. Though, Damian seemed more of the arts and romance.
He grew into a handsome young man. His parents supported and fed his talents and interests, though his kind favored more of war and weapons. Soon, tension began to seed and grow itself between the beautiful twins.
News came to him that his parents had been murdered. Celeste was heart broken and became withdrawn, and seemingly more violent. Damian did not know what to do.
Then, one day Celeste came to him, accusing him of their parents death. There ensued a fight...and no one of their village ever saw the twins again.
Damian traveled South. His only source of income was his painting talents. Soon, he settled in Rome, Italy...
He soon became popular with the rich and the Pope. He was being commissioned as a portrait artist. Many of the women fawned over his pale beauty, wishing to seduce him and bed him. Yet, he fell none into them.
Days and nights, men and women flowed into his home to watch him paint a portrait or a landscape. Into the night, they would come to stay, dine, drink, and mingle...and adore. Many times, he would not see or hear them...or other times, he would have to usher them out and away.
From afar, a woman had watched him as his artistic talents matured. Soon, Damian learned someone was supporting his art. A mysterious matron. When he asked those about of who she could be, many knew not the answer. Months would go by before he was introduced to her.
