Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 3 years, 11 months ago
Species: Red Panda
House: Olde Foxbury House (49/50)
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"Good evening," he hums in an equally charming tone. His voice is naturally sultry and warm, seeming to meld with the atmosphere of the night club. You feel comfortable speaking with him.
You know him as Gwen Star, he's a famous Jazz composer who happens to be in town. You were lucky enough to catch him on his down time, playing piano at this place. He introduces himself as Bingwen.
"Is that Chinese?" you ask.
"Yes," he confirms. "Though much of the time I like to tell people my name is Mengyao."
He laughs, but the joke goes right over your head, and he ends up clearing his throat and nodding to right himself.
The two of you talk late into the night and he plays on the piano in between conversation, keeping it soft enough that the both of you can still speak over it.
"So why did you decide to start composing music?" You ask him.
"Well now," he muses. "That is a story."
"I've got time," you assure him.
"I come from an aristocratic family," he tells you. "My mother was Chinese, my father was English. The youngest of four brothers and six sisters, that put me at the bottom of the familial hierarchy. So of course my father was very preoccupied with my older brothers, and funding their educations, as well as training them how to be proper Aristocrats," he rolls the 'R' deeply, likely mimicking his fathers voice.
"I , however, was Mother's favorite," he smirks when he says this, puffing his chest out proudly and giving a right-so wiggle. "And dearest Mother had an affinity for Jazz. She paid for piano lessons for me and the rest just fell into place."
Stopping his playing suddenly he looks to the clock. He sighs, though his charming smile never fades.
"I'm afraid I have to leave you, doll. Got a gig at The Art. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll see yah, around."
With that he adjusts his collar and winks before standing and making his exit.