Endymion
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Sobriquet: Poet of the Night
Appearance: Not all Toreador are Embraced for their physical beauty, Edymion is one such, so gifted is he that beatific words burn themselves in the hearts and minds of all who hear him speak. As long as one can hear him speak, one does not need to see his ever youthful visage, or gilded curls. Edymion is always fashionable regardless of whether he is instep with the current vogue. The Poet of the Night prefers to give his recitations by candle light as it lends a touch of the sun's gold to an otherwise moon tinted countenance. Edymion stands tall and straight, with a classical physique like a runner or bull-dancer, and his every gesture is as graceful as his speech is eloquent.
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