⠀⠀⠀ ◜ ♱ : ⁱᶠ 𝔤𝔬𝔡 is a 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝚄𝙳, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 is 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 then i'm a 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄
◜ ♱ : 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗘𝗥.
full name. dante theodore kenway valmont.
meaning. enduring \ a gift from god \ hill of the vale.
nickname. dan or danny ( absolutely despises. ) any sort of reference to the divine comedy ( also hates. ) mr. darcy
age. thirty2.
dob. october twenty - sixth, making him a scorpio.
pob. redbridge, london.
pronouns. he / him.
residence. previously mayfair, london now resides in manhattan ( upper east ), new york.
education. classics ( history of art ) & law at cambridge.
occupation. board member of valmont co., investor & entrepreneur/shareholder of a few start - ups ( de wolfe record label & oasis reverie art gallery ), being a sneaky cunt.
orientation. bisexual, biromantic. hardly gives a shit.
◜ ♱ : 𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
height. six foot, two inches.
clothing. old moneycore: relaxed tailored slacks and handcrafted sweaters. wool coats and the occasional washed vintage levi's 501s with black loafers. as if 90's richard gere & hugh grant came back with a vengeance.
scent. tom ford's oud wood eau de parfum, mixed with the asectic bite of lingering malboro gold.
noticable features. dimples around the smile when he's about to lie through his teeth, small circular burn marks around his hands from younger, navy blue eyes inherited from his father.
motifs. dogs, blood's thicker than water, " if i cannot inspire love then i will cause fear ", black coat / inherited clothes that's slightly too big, shattered mirrors shards in the knuckles & flashing lights buzzing in the ear, paintings overshadowed on walls, revelations in the static.
akin to. napoleon usher ( tfothof ), kendall roy & nate sofrelli ( succession ), sebastian ( cruel intentions ), don draper ( madmen ), michael bluth ( arrested development )
◜ ♱ : 𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧.
you only live twice, or so you've been told. a young blighter in middle class england, another product of a single mother and absent father fate. hardly destined for much when the world couldn't give less than a supersilious shit about you. backed into a corner by playground bullies far taller, you get mean when you become nervous. come home from school with sickly purple and green blossoming around the eye, a prideful grin on the lips. find a man tailored in dark green waiting in the kitchen, bumming a burning cigarette with your mother ( eyes hardly met, why aren't they met ? ) you're told to pack whatever's necessary, get prepared and say goodbye, dad's here to take you home with an opportunity of a lifetime.
the first of four. old habits don't die with the old man, they fucking repeat. seen as revenues before bloodline, his hand settles above your bruised eye before reshaping you entirely and it's the closest thing you'll call familial affection. leashed with a ralph lauren tie and sent off to the best school bloodied money could buy. to be a valmont was to learn how to kill; not with a fist but with a smile ⎯ deceive to slip the knife in their back before realisation pours out.
call it american cynicism: it's just friendly competition held between siblings, headlines printed with your father's reserved grimace shared to the press. the eldest heads off to cambridge, studies the classics of art and readies himself with a degree in law ( this is your dream, this is your father's aspiration. ) life's momentary, legacy is eternal. valmont co. is an artistic empire built from the dying love of vincent's first wife, to the expansion of creative endeavours. publishing houses, film companies, record labels ⎯ all intwined into the valmont name like poison ivy.
pressure throbs at the fingertips, the golden boy wings itch at your back. you've learned to survive on this hunger for so long, callously, the mind reaches for something- anything. it's a fine line you oscillate on, reveal sharpened canines to flashing cameras as if blood and coke hadn't soaked in earlier. the thrum remains, a lingering constant that gnaws at the bloodline. your mother's very hues staring back from the broken mirror, nothing but pity that falls upon the burning icarus. that is, until the fiery source dies out.
four raven black umbrellas stand and watches the fall of a king. lowered into the ground six feet under, the final curtain call of vincent valmont and all it took was a heart attack. ( mundane, ordinary, bleak: everything he rescued his children from. ) all that's left is legacy, reputation in the palms of the next generation. all bets are off, for what do they share but just a dead man and a last name they had to earn. for dante, an absence to fill is all he ever wanted, the very opportunity that was promised.
◜ ♱ : 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦.
family. vincent valmont ( father, deceased ) katherine kenway ( mother, deceased ) siblings ( a very much wc !! ) elliott valmont ( youngest brother, alive )
habits. smoking, drinking, substances, ( mostly coke, occasional downer if need be. ) tends to flex his hands nervously, terrible sleep pattern, collects books from op shops and stacks them on the floor ( a childhood habit ).
connections. friends b from oxford or similar social circles ), one night stand / fwbs / exes / pr relationships, fellow creatives ( those signed under de wolfe records, artists with work in oasis reverie, actors working on one of films he's producing, etc ), rivals, frenemies, bond over arts, old classmates, enablers, childhood friends, anything else !!
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