Rafael Corvesso [WIP]
Posted: 15 Aug 2025, 23:12
WORK IN PROGRESS
Age: 29
History & Personality: Rafael thinks the early morning is the best part of the day. He makes tea for himself before the castle is properly awake, carries the cup down to the end of the south-facing corridor where the sunlight slides through stained glass, and looks, just looks. He drinks standing up, one hand in the pocket of his colourful robe and enjoys the peace and quiet.
He didn't always enjoy the peace and quiet. His mornings weren't quiet, his afternoons weren't quiet, and his nights certainly weren't quiet. They were heavy with mischief at first, then recklessness, then vanity. The coin his parents sent him slipped through his fingers like sand, he always had an expensive taste and liked to spend his money the second it hit his palms. He splurged it on gifts, candy, drinks, bets, more drinks, more clothes, always more things until he had so much that he decided to give it all away with grand, laughing gestures, handfuls of galleons pressed into friends' pockets, whole hampers of enchanted sweets sent to strangers. Then he did it all again the week after.
The money kept coming, sometimes with letters containing a whiff of parental disapproval, but it kept coming. He was his parents’ golden boy, blessed with not just wealth but charm, looks, and talent too. It was easy to be jealous of Rafael in those days. He could flirt all through Applied Magic, not open a single textbook in Transfiguration, and still hand in excellent work right before the deadline passed. If a professor tried to catch him out, he had a witty answer ready before the question finished leaving their lips.
That was how his sickness began. Natural confidence became pride, pride became vanity, mischief became recklessness, and his romantic adventurism became compulsive. He started building a shelf in his mind, each stunt, every party, every won duel a little trophy, until the shelf was groaning under the weight of his accomplishments, yet he felt anything but fulfilled. Life came so easy to Rafael that nothing ever felt earned.
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Rafael Corvesso
Age: 29
History & Personality: Rafael thinks the early morning is the best part of the day. He makes tea for himself before the castle is properly awake, carries the cup down to the end of the south-facing corridor where the sunlight slides through stained glass, and looks, just looks. He drinks standing up, one hand in the pocket of his colourful robe and enjoys the peace and quiet.
He didn't always enjoy the peace and quiet. His mornings weren't quiet, his afternoons weren't quiet, and his nights certainly weren't quiet. They were heavy with mischief at first, then recklessness, then vanity. The coin his parents sent him slipped through his fingers like sand, he always had an expensive taste and liked to spend his money the second it hit his palms. He splurged it on gifts, candy, drinks, bets, more drinks, more clothes, always more things until he had so much that he decided to give it all away with grand, laughing gestures, handfuls of galleons pressed into friends' pockets, whole hampers of enchanted sweets sent to strangers. Then he did it all again the week after.
The money kept coming, sometimes with letters containing a whiff of parental disapproval, but it kept coming. He was his parents’ golden boy, blessed with not just wealth but charm, looks, and talent too. It was easy to be jealous of Rafael in those days. He could flirt all through Applied Magic, not open a single textbook in Transfiguration, and still hand in excellent work right before the deadline passed. If a professor tried to catch him out, he had a witty answer ready before the question finished leaving their lips.
That was how his sickness began. Natural confidence became pride, pride became vanity, mischief became recklessness, and his romantic adventurism became compulsive. He started building a shelf in his mind, each stunt, every party, every won duel a little trophy, until the shelf was groaning under the weight of his accomplishments, yet he felt anything but fulfilled. Life came so easy to Rafael that nothing ever felt earned.