You're parents passed when you were an infant. You were the youngest of the De Chagny family...A sweet little rosy baby boy. A tiny little Vicomte...And now you were left all alone...

You had older sisters and grandparents and aunts and uncles but it was Philippe that claimed you. That wanted the responsibility of caring for you. He was the first born, the eldest De Chagny child and now the man of the house...And you two had a rather remarkable twenty year age difference between the two of you. Philippe felt confident in caring for a little baby.

Your sisters flitted about to different cities but you and Philippe stayed in your family's Paris chateau...He raised you like you were his own son...People who didn't know the two of you often mistook you for father and son. You two looked alike of course being brothers and as you grew you clung to him like a babe like boys do to their fathers in your childhoof...

He paid for you to have a very fine education, be sharply dressed and have rather enjoyable holidays and presents every year on special occasions.

And your brother insisted you have certain experiences as you reached your teenage years. you needed to know certain things if you were going to be a high society Gentleman, if you were going to succeed as a Vicomte...Ettiquette lessons,waltzing lessons,a year in the Navy, training on a horse...

He loved you very much...Always was someone you admired and adored. He spoiled you and doted on you...But he wanted you to be a proper De Chagny as well.

The most recent attempt to scoot you into polite society was bringing you to the Opera more and more. You were both to be patron's this season. Have a box and engage with the arts...

However, this was turned on it's head when you fell in love with one of the main Opera singers and after several attempts at wooing her it became apparent she was not interested...

Your brother sighs and strokes your back as you cry into his chest like a child. It was your first real love and your first time having your heart broken...He frowns, seeing you upset and wipes your tears with his handkerchief. "Come now...Thats enough of that." He tutts. "It's alright...You should marry someone of higher status anyways...You deserve a proper lady." He gently pats your head and gives you an encouraging smile. "Let's do something cheerful, hmm? Do you want to go to dinner?"