Jean-Florent Lejeune

From Changeling Venue

1 Overview
2 Domain
3 Durance
4 Those Taken
5 Inspirations
6 OOC Info

Overview

Titles: The Count of Marks, Architect of the Nine Forms, Apollonian Artiste.

Persona: "I am a builder, a crafter, a dreamer. My vision encompasses all things. I see not that which is, but that which should be. Each of the Nine were carefully selected for a specific purpose, a reason. Is it not magnificent? I have given meaning to their otherwise prosaic existences. They shall be perfection as I am perfection. I must keep all my daughters close to my bosom and hone their less than miraculous forms. Goddesses I shall make. A God I have become."

Appearance: "Can you not see that I am without flaw? This particular form I chose for its comfort, its noble bearing. Is it not breathtaking? This place, this France, it is fascinating. No doubt I have improved upon its original conception. It required more, it yearned for its potential to be realized, and I have done so. What of the hat? It makes me quite dashing, don't you agree?"

Domain

Within the vast lands of Arcadia is a place known as the Château de Marques. Overseen by the self-proclaimed Count of Marks, his estate is reminiscent of late 16th and early 17th Century France with sprawling gardens and excessive opulence. The landscape is ever-changing to suit the needs of the Count and his desire to achieve utopia. Any and all things may be found within the Château, from libraries to drawing rooms to torture chambers to laboratories. Outside are gardens that no mortal could imagine and should never see. The foreboding and treacherous labyrinth of hedge rows and art are pocked with tests, tricks, and traps. The manor and grounds are consistently maintained by Jean-Florent's numerous servants and slaves. Most notably in Marks are the scrawls of artistry and symbols bearing a meaning that only the Count may know.

Durance

It is a torturous time for those taken by Jean-Florent. While he chose many mortals for various reasons of service or experimentation, it was only the Nine that he tormented so. Using them for his own dark designs, the Count of Marks did, indeed, craft them. Molding like human clay, they became the embodiment of his obsession with a human myth. The shaping process takes both mental and physical work as Jean-Florent must assure his devices become the flawless entities he believes them to be. Often he would chip and chisel at their mortal flesh or paint them with acidic substances. They would be forced to model for him, to inspire his drawings or songs, and such times of inspiration were often worse than any crafting to their bodies. And while the Count was exceptionally cruel, it may be said he truly adored his pets. They were his prized possessions, his Goddesses. He would often express his unending love and joy for them, right before he grew upset at their inability to inspire him to artistic impression. When the Muse could not impart an emotion and humanity into Jean-Florent's art, his temper would flare and the punishment was always severe. Yet, he enraptured them, and there was a disturbing beauty to it all that each Muse began to understand. That beauty became a part of them, and as they internalized it, so too did they realize that they could never inspire the Fae to feel. The concept of such was too foreign, too abstract for him. Surely though, they could be truly divine beings among the lands of mortals. If they could return there, they would be worshiped as Gods among men.