<div align="center"><strong>Name: Andrew Legge<br/>Age: 21<br/>Hair: Chestnut<br/>Eyes: Hazel<br/>Height: 5'9"</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrew.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Background</strong><br/>The son of an Earl and the forth youngest of six siblings, Andrew had many luxuries growing up but also many expectations. It was not proper for a gentleman to behave that way, a man of Noble birth does not do this... With his three eldest siblings being boys, and two younger sibling being girls, Andrew was not even the spare to the heir and was frequently overlooked. Free to do what he wanted, within the confines of a gilded cage.<br/><br/>Andrew was put through all the right schools, learned things appropriate to his station, all the while aware that for someone like him, that station would not be the same as that of his older brothers, or perhaps even his sisters if they were lucky enough in whom they married. That thought was an ever dark spot in his mind, ever since the day he understood the truth of it. Oh, he would never be remotely poor, or ill thought of unless he did something monumentally stupid. He would always be an aristocrat in Great Britain... but always overlooked.<br/><br/>Still, in his own way he tried to forge a place for himself. People were what interested him, people and the works of beauty they could create. He loved art, literature, poetry, music, dance... Even the stiff formal balls and get-togethers were pleasing to him, once he came of age to participate in them. His first time sneaking downstairs to witness the servants party was quite a shock to his system though... But, gentleman of his standing did not act like that, did not laugh like that, did not dance like that. Even if they could, a traitorous voice told him, he would lack the courage to do so anyway.<br/><br/>He had no talent for art or music himself, but through the works of authors and poets he found a possible vocation for himself, a way to recognition and possibly, immortality. Authors, many long since dead had found a way to leave their mark in history, and done so despite family or circumstance of birth. A first born son was just as good as a last born son in the arena of ink and pen!<br/><br/>So, in the hopes of gaining wider experience for his writing - and hopefully to find some romance along the way - he began to venture out more to parties and events. To witness culture, history, art... if, for now, only tentatively.<br/><br/><strong><br/><br/>Personality</strong><br/>A born romantic, Andrew wants nothing more then to live happily ever after in marriage. His short stories and poems are frequently filled with romantic themes and talk of love. Perhaps this is born of a desire for companionship; having had precious few friends in his childhood - non of whom he would call a friend now - has left a great ache in his heart.<br/><br/>Not the bravest of men, too used to the quiet peace of the library and with little exposure to the hunts his brothers loved, Andrew is quiet and shy.<br/><br/>Jealously is a weakness. Though lacking the courage to do anything, it coils in his belly non the less, a vile thing he tries to ignore.