LEROUX, Erik

[Erik Leroux]

ERIK GASTON LEROUX



" let the dream begin let your darker side give in to the power of the music that i write, the darkness of the music of the night"

FULL NAME Erik Gaston Leroux
ALIAS any nicknames they have.
AGE twenty-six.
NATIONALITY France
OCCUPATION Baron

PERSONALITY At one time, Erik used to be the life of whatever event he was at. He would walk in the room, eyes alight and quickly find the most attractive woman in the room to rest on his arm. Now, after the accident is a different story.

His disfiguration causes him to avoid those functions as much as possible. It is rare that he attends such events, and if he does he is found lurking out of site, in the corner. His mannerisms in public are cold and distant. He does his best to keep people at bay. Scorned from the amount of people who want nothing more to gawk at his apperance he tends to keep everyone at a good distance. All that is known in public about him is his coldness and his temper, which, when it flairs, can be quite frightening. The servants all whisper under their breaths about the frighten fits he can throw when displeased. It is not uncommon to hear the sounds of something breaking, mirrors crashing, and find the room in a state of discord in a matter of minutes.

Though there is a softer side of the man, one that isn't seen by too many humans. He has a love for beauty, arts, and especially music. When no one is around he often sneaks to play the grand piano in the ballroom, or sing along softly to the music that drifts through the rooms. He hides his art peices in his room, in the closet away from prying eyes. He fears that if found, the little beauty that he has left would be ripped away from him.

SEXUALITY Straight

APPEARENCE The first thing that anyone notices about Erik is his mask. Although it changes for the occasion it usually the same startling white one. It covers the half of his face that had been ruined for modesty sakes. Although anytime he is in the room he can feel the eyes staring at it so much so that he doesn't think there would be much of a difference if he went without it. His eyes are a startling icy grey-blue, in contrast to the dark color of his hair, which is often kept combed back away from his face in the style of the day. He is always dressed in the finest of clothes, and made sure never to be seen in the same outfit twice. His hands are often covered by gloves, to hide the scars that are present there as well.

PLAY BY Gerard Butler

MOTHER Madeliene Leroux
FATHER Deceased
SIBLINGS None
PETS None.

HISTORY Erik grew up normally, the way most children of social standing did, with as little contact with his parents as possible. Although, his father died while he was quite young, no more than two or three. All he knows of the man is pictures, but he had been told by others that he would have been quite pleased with his son. His father was a man of great talent, both in the field of politics, but as a creator as well. His father loved to design buildings, homes and rooms as a side hobby. His mother however, was a fickle creature. Vain and superfical, the only thing she cared about was if her latest dress was in style or not. Although Erik has little contact with his mother today, he has a feeling that she still acts in that same vain mannerism.

He was a curious child, always tinkering with what he could get his hands on. It drove his mother's servants mad, the amount of trouble he could find himself in at any given moment. His nickname for a time was monkey as the way he could climb and find himself on the top of a dresser or cabinet with ease. All one had to do was turn their back on him and they would find Erik gone. He had no friends as a young child, and so the only way he could entertain himself was to create. It didn't take long for his fingers to find a piano, and his voice to find song. His mother did her best to keep him from singing, or playing music. That was a womans activity in her mind. So he learned to keep his passions for the art quiet for fear of getting mocked.

Erik was about sixteen when the accident happened. No one to this day knows how it was started. They were traveling, staying at a friend of the families when it started. The house, with its old wood, did not take long to catch fire, and soon it was ablaze. It could be seen for miles, it was sad, the house and its large cloud of smoke. The fire so hot that its light made the grounds look like day. His mother and the rest of her servants made it out alright. No one thought for a moment that the young boy would not wake quickly at the sounds of fire crackling. In all the confusion no one thought that he wasn't there watching the house burn down with them. And by the time they had realized it, it was far too late. The flames had claimed a better half of his body, dystorying the soft, young skin. He would be scarred by the event for life.

When it became apparent that Erik would never be the young attractive boy that he used to be, his mother spurred his attention. She even threatened to take away his title, claiming that no man of her family could be so unattractive. She was ashamed of his presence and would find ways to keep him out of social gatherings, even away from their own house. She sent him off to live alone, off the main grounds of their estate. He could take care of himself there. Of course such a change would have an effect on him. He grew cold, harsh and spurred any sort of human contact. His face was horribly marred to the point where some ladies would faint upon seeing his apparence. He became nothing but a mockery, and in return he turned his back on the world. To cover his face he made a mask for when he had to be around others.

Those who do not know his story, of the disfiguration underneath the mask often stare at him with a sense of mystery. Some women began to stay by his side with the idea that he was horribly handsome underneath it and wore it only to attract them. It is these kind of people that he treats with more distaste. Any affection, or any act of kindness that he is shown he spurs away as being false. To him all that is true is the beauty of art, which he spends his days wrapped up in.

NAME Dream
AGE Well she was just seventeen, and you know what I mean.. -sings-
GENDER female
TIMEZONE EST
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE A long while
OTHER CHARACTERS Sirra Elizabeth Black
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