The Great Danton
A handsome young man, thirty-something years in age strides in with impeccable posture, holding himself high with a confidence that might almost be arrogance. Almost. His hair is dark, his features strong and his manner of dress slightly more expensive than most men of his profession in turn-of-the-century London. His clothes are heavy, warm, and clean, though certainly not the fineries he was once used to.
For the man was once a member of a very rich family, destined to be a Lord as well, someday. Why give something so grand up, you might ask. Why give up the riches and comfort which were so rare in London then? What on Earth could possibly be worth the life of a Lord?
Love. Love is worth more than all the riches in the world. And it was the love of two things that drove this handsome young man into the streets to make his own way rather than live on his parent’s wealth all his life.
One was, of course, the love of a woman. The other? Magic.
Rupert “The Great Danton” Angier (formerly Rupert Caldlow) was a magician. At one point he was considered one of the finest performers in all of London. His natural charisma and charm made him irresistible onstage, and his knack for magic and slight-of-hand left his audience both amused and scratching their heads when all was through.
The woman he had loved was dead, killed by none other than his mistress, Lady Magic.
Killed by a man he might have once considered a friend, and a man with who he would spend the rest of his days locked in a deadly battle of wit and trickery.
Looking at him now, the only thing that might tell of his past are the lines etched in his young face. Everything else about him is as strong and charming as ever, in spite of the slight limp and cane at his side.
Angier removes his had and pulls off his gloves, as is polite when indoors. “Excuse me? I wonder if anyone might be so kind as to tell me where I am?”
The Great Danton, from Christopher Priest’s The Prestige. Yes, the very same as the movie now in theatre, which is WONDERFUL, by the way. The book came first though, so the book is what I’ll use. In case anyone is wondering, I am also play Fang. You know, the emo birdkid. ^^ Oh, and if anyone would be so kind as to tell me where I might find my lovely new pet some icons, I'd be much obliged.
Update: I lied. Haha. After rereading the Prestige, I've decided to make Rupert slightly more movie canon. Because he's a jerk to his wife in the book and that seems rather out of character to me.
For the man was once a member of a very rich family, destined to be a Lord as well, someday. Why give something so grand up, you might ask. Why give up the riches and comfort which were so rare in London then? What on Earth could possibly be worth the life of a Lord?
Love. Love is worth more than all the riches in the world. And it was the love of two things that drove this handsome young man into the streets to make his own way rather than live on his parent’s wealth all his life.
One was, of course, the love of a woman. The other? Magic.
Rupert “The Great Danton” Angier (formerly Rupert Caldlow) was a magician. At one point he was considered one of the finest performers in all of London. His natural charisma and charm made him irresistible onstage, and his knack for magic and slight-of-hand left his audience both amused and scratching their heads when all was through.
The woman he had loved was dead, killed by none other than his mistress, Lady Magic.
Killed by a man he might have once considered a friend, and a man with who he would spend the rest of his days locked in a deadly battle of wit and trickery.
Looking at him now, the only thing that might tell of his past are the lines etched in his young face. Everything else about him is as strong and charming as ever, in spite of the slight limp and cane at his side.
Angier removes his had and pulls off his gloves, as is polite when indoors. “Excuse me? I wonder if anyone might be so kind as to tell me where I am?”
The Great Danton, from Christopher Priest’s The Prestige. Yes, the very same as the movie now in theatre, which is WONDERFUL, by the way. The book came first though, so the book is what I’ll use. In case anyone is wondering, I am also play Fang. You know, the emo birdkid. ^^ Oh, and if anyone would be so kind as to tell me where I might find my lovely new pet some icons, I'd be much obliged.
Update: I lied. Haha. After rereading the Prestige, I've decided to make Rupert slightly more movie canon. Because he's a jerk to his wife in the book and that seems rather out of character to me.