[Ready] Antoine Cotoire, The Capitol

Name: Antoine Cotoire
Age: Twenty-One
Area: The Capitol
Codeword: Odair

Appearance

Congratulations. You've managed to see his face. He is not a celebrity among the high but rather the low. Capitol-goers will entwine themselves back and forth just to ensure that his presence is enjoyed. He is what people have come to know as an upper class associate. Antoine Cotoire; tattoos (or 'artwork' as he esteems them to be) covering each sleeve of his arms and even onto his neck discreetly. He isn't an alarming Capitolite. His appearance is never striking, that's what makes him so mysteriously attired, especially considering his usual environment. Of course, with the blue eyes and the light brown hair there is little not to please somebody else with visually, but it is also his sense of confidence that people find unassuming. He doesn't carry himself with a particular arrogance, despite having all of the necessary tools to do so. He is undoubtedly an attractive man. Instead he allows others to see what he likes to call his front. His mask.

On the off chance that you have seen him now, without the mask usually worn at a masquerade, or whilst his head is quickly moving throughout the Waltz at the ball, you have seen the real him. That is the pleasant aura that he emits. It isn't a simple thing to describe. His fair skin is delicate under most lights, and his facial hair is next to scruffy at all times. It isn't that which he spends his time on most, but you would never know that from just looking at him. You cannot judge Mr Cotoire like you would a book on a shelf. You have to read every chapter to know what you are truly getting yourself into.

Personality

Intellect isn't something you would expect from somebody who seemingly has the world in his fingertips. He is not President Snow, and he has no army. This man instead has his dancing shoes. Passion flows through his veins as every weekend he takes them to the ballrooms of the Capitol to ensure that his reputation never goes amiss. One of the best, but not just that. Most dancers or performers find themselves lacking in the brain what Antoine retains; knowledge. It is power, after all.

His polite nature has allowed him to achieve almost anything in his life. Words are not wind in this city. This metropolis. They are everything. Promises and trickery have came into conflict in his past; he would never appreciate you knowing that. It's because he is very defensive, and very protective over himself. It is not selfish, it is more because he knows and fears that he is protective over others. If somebody can find out who he really is and how he really feels, then they can lure him into the biggest trap of all.

Love.

It comes far too easily for Antoine. He is a natural paramour. A suit and tie, a belt buckle and an orchestra. That's all he needs to fill his heart with the drive to find what he wants. It is everywhere in the ballroom, in the clubs. He puts himself off market; nobody can know who he is. The oversexualized nature of Capitolite fame makes sure everyone looks their best; and as somebody who cares, he cannot help himself but feel utterly surrounded. Like a shark in a blood bath. But blood is poison.

History

Normally, when describing somebody, you would start with their parents. You can't do that with Antoine. It isn't because he is some kind of miracle orphan making his name after ten years of strife. It is because his life didn't begin when he was a child. Whose life does, really?

Nobody starts life at dance school unless you were brought up in that life. Antoine was, what a surprise that must be. His parents were professional; masters at footwork and extended arm movements, and all that jazz. Antoine didn't want that to start with, he actually grew up wanting the complete opposite. He watched the Games, he watched how they brutalized the Districts and enraged their tributes in a basking of honour and pride. If Antoine was speaking about it, those words would never escape his lips. Mockery. The biggest scandal of them all. The biggest lie, that actually kept them safe. He didn't figure that one out, but he somehow managed to do so from something far simpler. Dancing was an escape just like the Games are an escape from the past. Once you are on that stage, on the dancefloor or even in the street, each step is your own definition of who you are. You can create somebody new every single time. That is beauty to Antoine. Creativity with who you are.

But aside from that, he was actually forced into the life of dance. He didn't want it, as was mentioned earlier. He truly wanted to play the piano for the dancers. His grandfather does that. The Cotoire family prides itself in musical talent as well, it's just Antoine wasn't the right child at the right time. Maybe if he was firstborn he would have learned the Cello as well.

As he grew up, times did not change. Dance did, though. He found himself feeling emotion far stronger than he did before. Dance was evolving in him. It wasn't love for a woman, or a man that made him tap his feet to the tune unwillingly. It was his passion for dance. He caresses the dance floor like he would a woman's face. His hands are gentle or rough like they would be to a paramour of his. Dance is an art, and he found his desire to continue it.

So far nothing remotely interesting has happened, has it?

That's because the story is shadow from here on out. The rest is a mystery. You can't spoil a mystery.

His mother and father are gone.
The grandfather that plays the piano, missing.
His brother that plays the cello, killed in action.
He wasn't even a Peacekeeper.

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Extra Information

Antoine is a puppet of the Capitol spoilers uh oh