Post by mystmoonstruck on Dec 27, 2010 20:01:16 GMT -5
Current username: MystMoonstruck
Character's Name: Raven Corbett
Character's approx. age: 27
Character's physical ppearance: 5'9"; slender, wiry build; fair to medium skin, depending on how much time he has spent in seclusion; forest green eyes, quite mesmerizing, especially due to his tendency to make steady eye contact when in a conversation; dark brown hair, straight, shoulder-length but sometimes longer, generally a bit shaggy until he decides it is time to do something about it. He generally wears casualwear (jeans, jackets, whatever shirt catches his fancy) and rarely wears formal attire (a tie? never!). Depending on the clothing he wears, he can look much younger than he is. Female fans have claimed he has the beauty of a medieval saint, something he finds oddly flattering though a confusing comparison.
Character's personality/occupation: He is a best-selling author and in-demand lecturer whose science fiction/fantasy series (three trilogies at this point in time) have been exceedingly successful. He also creates "coffeetable books" featuring his photographs and commentary, ncluding one of Opera Populaire in Paris. I suppose that Raven could be in New Orleans for a couple of very good reasons: to gather material for a new novel series and/or to teach a course of the university, even if he is simply a guest lecturer, whether covering his own works or the sci fi/fantasy/horror genres.
Raven guards his personal life zealously, releasing as little information as possible. If I am fortunate, he will allow me to relate details. Most authorities agree that he was born. (No. I didn't leave any words out! LOL!) There is speculation as to the New England area, given his obsession with E.A. Poe. However, his home is The Rookery, an estate on the California coast, in the vicinity of San Francisco. Seen in the company of Anthea Nightshade, restaurateur and owner of Belladonna art gallery, there has been much speculation about a relationship though both insist they are "just friends". Raven's only constant companion is his valet/assistant, known only as Ziv, whose history is as mysterious as his employer's. Raven is excellently educated, having studied abroad and having earned a number of degrees. He collects Poe memorabilia and rare volumes.
Not surprisingly, he is rather brooding, generally overly serious and very reclusive except when he is researching a new book. He rarely smiles but, when he does, seems to charm the recipient. He can be blunt but can manage tact occasionally. He is a stickler for details. He might drink alcohol but is never drunk~the type who, when attending a party, seeks out a corner to watch other guests, rarely indulging in flirtation, merely polite "small talk".
Actor Image: Michael Praed as he looked in the Eighties, particularly in Robin of Sherwood
Here is a "wally" of Raven Corbett pictures:
i85.photobucket.com/albums/k76/cynsemele/RAVEN%20CORBETT%20in%20PARIS/RAVENCORBETTPORTRAITS.jpg
NOTE: Raven's AI has been claimed by some to be the model for Mercedes Lackey's Vanyel:
ravven.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/vanyel2.jpg
Sample post (borrowed from his abrasive encounter with photojournalist Evea Perry at Brentano's bookstore at TPO):
Tiring of the abuse and certain once more in his estimation of reporters in general, Raven studied the irate young woman before him, the green gaze as hard as stone now, his smile banished.
"Do what you must," he said, adding a dismissive wave, as he pushed back the chair, stood and walked away, wondering if it was possible that this vaunted store had Julian Symons' The Tell-Tale Heart: The Life and Works of Edgar Allan Poe. His own first edition rested on a library shelf in his home on the California coast, as he had not wanted to risk it in his voyage to France, a place he was wearying of already. Solitude sounded increasingly inviting. The playful mood he had fallen into was shattered, and he felt quite dispirited, recalling other meetings with young women that had begun ruggedly then smoothed into something mellower. He had not encountered them again though reunion was inevitable if he was to make progress on his seemingly ill-fated project. Thus far, Lilith Eytinge had been the only person who had come to his retreat here in Paris. They had never argued, never disagreed, never had anything but amiable conversation. Was this a fluke? Or, did it mean something~something very important?
Disheartened, he attempted to lose himself in perusing an array of biographies, doubting that he ever would qualify as the subject of one. For one thing, he damn well did not intend to tell anyone of his past! A man of mystery he wished to remain. Then, something caught his eye that rid him of any concerns.
"An H P Lovecraft Encyclopedia! Wonderful!" Lovecraft resided next to Poe in his pantheon of authors. This find soothed him after the quarreling. With book in hand, opened somewhere in the middle (a lifelong habit of his) he began reading as he made his way to where he could obtain a cup of coffee~heavy on the cream and sugar, he promised himself, and quite a lot of the stuff if it was properly brewed.
Character's Name: Raven Corbett
Character's approx. age: 27
Character's physical ppearance: 5'9"; slender, wiry build; fair to medium skin, depending on how much time he has spent in seclusion; forest green eyes, quite mesmerizing, especially due to his tendency to make steady eye contact when in a conversation; dark brown hair, straight, shoulder-length but sometimes longer, generally a bit shaggy until he decides it is time to do something about it. He generally wears casualwear (jeans, jackets, whatever shirt catches his fancy) and rarely wears formal attire (a tie? never!). Depending on the clothing he wears, he can look much younger than he is. Female fans have claimed he has the beauty of a medieval saint, something he finds oddly flattering though a confusing comparison.
Character's personality/occupation: He is a best-selling author and in-demand lecturer whose science fiction/fantasy series (three trilogies at this point in time) have been exceedingly successful. He also creates "coffeetable books" featuring his photographs and commentary, ncluding one of Opera Populaire in Paris. I suppose that Raven could be in New Orleans for a couple of very good reasons: to gather material for a new novel series and/or to teach a course of the university, even if he is simply a guest lecturer, whether covering his own works or the sci fi/fantasy/horror genres.
Raven guards his personal life zealously, releasing as little information as possible. If I am fortunate, he will allow me to relate details. Most authorities agree that he was born. (No. I didn't leave any words out! LOL!) There is speculation as to the New England area, given his obsession with E.A. Poe. However, his home is The Rookery, an estate on the California coast, in the vicinity of San Francisco. Seen in the company of Anthea Nightshade, restaurateur and owner of Belladonna art gallery, there has been much speculation about a relationship though both insist they are "just friends". Raven's only constant companion is his valet/assistant, known only as Ziv, whose history is as mysterious as his employer's. Raven is excellently educated, having studied abroad and having earned a number of degrees. He collects Poe memorabilia and rare volumes.
Not surprisingly, he is rather brooding, generally overly serious and very reclusive except when he is researching a new book. He rarely smiles but, when he does, seems to charm the recipient. He can be blunt but can manage tact occasionally. He is a stickler for details. He might drink alcohol but is never drunk~the type who, when attending a party, seeks out a corner to watch other guests, rarely indulging in flirtation, merely polite "small talk".
Actor Image: Michael Praed as he looked in the Eighties, particularly in Robin of Sherwood
Here is a "wally" of Raven Corbett pictures:
i85.photobucket.com/albums/k76/cynsemele/RAVEN%20CORBETT%20in%20PARIS/RAVENCORBETTPORTRAITS.jpg
NOTE: Raven's AI has been claimed by some to be the model for Mercedes Lackey's Vanyel:
ravven.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/vanyel2.jpg
Sample post (borrowed from his abrasive encounter with photojournalist Evea Perry at Brentano's bookstore at TPO):
Tiring of the abuse and certain once more in his estimation of reporters in general, Raven studied the irate young woman before him, the green gaze as hard as stone now, his smile banished.
"Do what you must," he said, adding a dismissive wave, as he pushed back the chair, stood and walked away, wondering if it was possible that this vaunted store had Julian Symons' The Tell-Tale Heart: The Life and Works of Edgar Allan Poe. His own first edition rested on a library shelf in his home on the California coast, as he had not wanted to risk it in his voyage to France, a place he was wearying of already. Solitude sounded increasingly inviting. The playful mood he had fallen into was shattered, and he felt quite dispirited, recalling other meetings with young women that had begun ruggedly then smoothed into something mellower. He had not encountered them again though reunion was inevitable if he was to make progress on his seemingly ill-fated project. Thus far, Lilith Eytinge had been the only person who had come to his retreat here in Paris. They had never argued, never disagreed, never had anything but amiable conversation. Was this a fluke? Or, did it mean something~something very important?
Disheartened, he attempted to lose himself in perusing an array of biographies, doubting that he ever would qualify as the subject of one. For one thing, he damn well did not intend to tell anyone of his past! A man of mystery he wished to remain. Then, something caught his eye that rid him of any concerns.
"An H P Lovecraft Encyclopedia! Wonderful!" Lovecraft resided next to Poe in his pantheon of authors. This find soothed him after the quarreling. With book in hand, opened somewhere in the middle (a lifelong habit of his) he began reading as he made his way to where he could obtain a cup of coffee~heavy on the cream and sugar, he promised himself, and quite a lot of the stuff if it was properly brewed.
-Mascii(: