Atreion Lanehn
Oct 27, 2022 20:02:20 GMT -5
Post by Atreion Lanehn on Oct 27, 2022 20:02:20 GMT -5
Name: Atreion Lanehn (pron. Ah-TRAY-yon Luh-nayn)
Title: The Honourable Atreion Lucian Ahenobarbus Lanehn (renounced)
Gender: Genderfluid - primarily he/they pronounsAge: Fifty-six
Race: Sun Elf
Nationality: Capitol Landing - Sun Island
Family Lineage: Lanehn Viscounty
Family: The Hon. Lord Lucian (father); Amaryllis (mother); The Right Honourable Lady Deanna, Viscountess (aunt, family matriarch); The Hon. Lady Maireen (younger sister)
Appearance: Atreion is tall and slender (approximately six foot three when not in heels, which is rare), with very pale golden skin peppered with freckles. They have an angular, androgynous face with large, green eyes and a tattoo of leaves and rosebuds on their right temple. Their hair is a mass of bright auburn waves falling to their waist, often with feathers, flowers or random trinkets braided into it. Fittingly, he prefers bright, ostentatious clothing, with a great love of flowing blouses, dresses and jewellery.
Personality: Atreion is a passionate soul with an enormous heart, if a little prone to hedonism and fits of temper. They love easily, hold onto grudges readily, and rarely do anything by halves. They are intelligent and well-educated, but not in the least bit wise, especially when it comes to their own self-preservation. If not following their most recent whim, they will invariably be trying to talk themself into, or out of, their newest predicament. They adore music, dance and the sound of their own voice, along with a secret passion for animals and arcane doodads that they probably shouldn't be anywhere near.
History: Atreion was born to the youngest child of the Lanehn Viscounty - and, as it happened, was a scandal from minute one. Coming from a long line of master craftsmen, many of whom had helped build the city (and the family's status), everyone expected his father Lucian to do little except earn more wealth and not get in the way of his elder sister, the Viscountess Deanna. Imagine everyone's surprise then when he vanished into thin air one day, only to return two years later with a wild-haired, green-eyed wife with no surname or background. And a baby. Atreion was three months old when he weathered his aunt's first explosion and it would not be the last.
As no-one could prove them illegitimate Atreion and his mother were begrudgingly accepted into the Lanehn household, always balancing on a knife's edge between their own loving little family and the matriarch's wrath. With no children of her own to inherit Lady Deanna balked at having such an heir, and as he grew to be as wild and wilful as his mother, that resentment only deepened. His parents did what they could to shield him from her wrath, but at twelve Atreion's mother died giving birth to his sister Maireen, and things only went downhill from there.
With Lucian wrapped up in grief and a sickly new baby, it fell to Deanna to raise the heir to the Viscounty, and it was a vicious relationship. Deanna still resented Atreion's similarity to his mother, and nothing he could ever do seemed to be good enough. At first he tried, studying hard and working to please, but his own anger grew as he did. Scolding and belittlement became fights, became all-out screaming rows as Atreion refused to bow to her will. He would not be obedient, would not follow the path she wished, and would never forgive her for how she had treated his mother. By the time he attended University, studying music and the liberal arts - subjects thoroughly unbecoming for a young nobleman - they were barely speaking. Atreion seemed intent on causing scandal after scandal to spite her: everything from shouting matches at soirees to breaking into the college Observatory to drink and get high. They got into fist fights in taverns, were caught in pleasure houses, and became the subject of much speculation and gossip. The heir to the Lanehn Viscounty was, it seemed, a disaster.
It all came to a head when Atreion was in his forties, all thanks to the thorny issue of marriage. Atreion had begun an affair with their music tutor at University, a well-known opera singer from another noble family. It seemed to be the only act that Deanna ever approved of, and perhaps that was why he did it. Or perhaps he simply realised he didn't wish for that life; either way, the proposal was a grand spectacle in front of many prestigious guests, an expensive event that was presumed to be their engagement party - because of course Atreion would say yes to such a match.
They did not. In front of family, friends and nobility, Atreion loudly and firmly denied his lover turned would-be-fiancee and brought it all crashing down. In all their finery they fled, leaving an uproar in their wake, and this time they did not wait for their aunt's fury. Taking the allowance he had saved, Atreion walked out of his family home leaving only a letter behind. In it he tore his aunt to pieces for her emotional abuse and his father for standing by and allowing it and renounced all titles, passing the duty to his much more capable (and willing) sister. All he kept was his name and the belongings he carried with him, cutting ties with the Viscounty and his aunt once and for all.
For nigh on ten years they have refused to return, communicating only in the occasional letter to his father. Gossip still swirls around Sol Island about the runaway heir, but now Atreion lives by his music and his wits, trying to make his way in a world that feels much more appealing than the one he left.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
