Each audience is different and there's a dark side to everything. I never forget those two truths as I sing.
Description: He is a man of dark skin and dark hair -- a walking shadow, lean and rangy and dangerously handsome. His face is symmetric and sharp, with cheeks and nose like cut stone, with slanted, smoldering eyes. His lips are full, his voice raw and rich and sweet like honey. He is lithe; smooth skin disguises each twist of toned muscle. His every movement is graceful, from the arrangement of his hands on instruments to the sudden curve of his rare smiles.
(He's very deeply tanned, several shades browner than his usual golden-tawny tone, with a few errant freckles splashed across cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his chin. A faint pinkish sunburn remains across the highest points of his face where the skin's thinnest, and he seems to have a freshly-bruised eye painted in vivid shades of purple-black.)
Personality: Dreamy and mild-tempered, Cesare makes good company for just about anyone, though he has an unshakable courage (and a bit of a snarky streak) beneath all that aloof geniality. His position as a Whisper has helped him embrace his sometimes biting wit, as he knows as long as he maintains the proper decorum he is somewhat protected by the order. Jealous young baronsons accosting him in an alley and trying to beat him up aren't really a problem, anymore. Gentle snark aside, Cesare is a young man who finds it hard to focus on the people around him when he's performing, or at large gatherings, but one on one? He is reminded of the beauty that is the wonder of creation in every unique individual. His good looks are undeniable, but his charm, the way he can sometimes focus so intently on one person that they feel they are the most interesting thing in the world? It makes him irresistable.
Background: Even at a very young age, Cesare stood out as an exceptional talent. While most boys his age in the Lyceum were already playing with swords, Cesare had a single passion that consumed him, with every waking thought dedicated to it and it alone: music. Every day he would toy with a new instrument or he would listen to the singers around the shrine of Jayus in his native Setarco, learning the same songs and then improving upon the delivery. The words just always came naturally to him, the music flowed through him and he had a voice that made crowds gather. First he attracted the notice of the disciples of Jayus and priests of the Faith of the Pantheon, who eagerly encouraged a young man with such obvious talent. Then he attracted nobles, who made a point to visit the young man's performances. Before long, he became known as 'the Singer of Setarco' or 'the man with the perfect voice'. The fame meant nothing to him, and he barely noticed it- he was tireless in seeking out new forms of music, in cultivating each and every aspect he could find, in the hope to finally capture something truly sublime in music. He still hopes to find a perfect moment that captures the essence of Jayus for all the world to hear.
Unfortunately, he couldn't linger in Setarco. He didn't realize how truly popular he had become until he was forced to flee the city as noblewomen who all seeked to patronize the talented young man became increasingly dangerously jealous over his lack of reciprocation of their affections. He was informed in no uncertain terms that he was likely to wind up dead as a result if he didn't flee, and has since made his way to Arx, more than a bit wiser at how dangerous spurned passion truly is. To that end, he has become a much sought after courtier, currently employed by the Whisper House, entertaining the greatest and most powerful women in the Compact, with the same respect and protections associated with other courtesans. He's still seeking that perfect song, but he's deciding there's sublime beauty in other parts of life as well.