The current heir to the Comte de Florac was born in suprisingly humble and quiet circumstances. The only child of the Comte and his l'Envers i consort, she was raised alongside the twins the Comte had already had with his legal wife. The three of them were inseperable as children, thought the cometess may not have always agreed with her husbands decision to raise the child alongside her own, the childen themselves were innocent and free from the binds of politics, and for much of their lives they would stay that way. Until the age of five when their paths were set. The eldest twin to study at his fathers side, the youngest twin desired to become a priest, and Imogen herself showed great talents that the night court could utilize, and that was where her life truly began, when she was shipped off at the City of Elua.
Imogen was not an ordinary child. Though she was born little more than a lady at best, she held the bearing to impress or eel any noble of high rank. It was an easy decision to see her sorted into Dahlia house and enhance her natural skills. There she gained a bit of a more 'common' nature. Everyone was the same in the night court, all in service to namaah, and over the years other than the ocassional letter home, it was easy to forget that she was a noble at all. She spent her years learning the art of presentation, composing oneself and appearing to be on par with even a queen. But Imogen was never content with just pretending, she sought out instruction in things such as politics and leadership. She learned to talk like the ruling class, learn what they learned. Alot of her fellow courtesans were related to some ruling noble or another, that and her connections back home ensured shewas able to enthusiastically pursue her studies.
She debuted in her sixteenth year to an impressive amount of acclaim, and over the next two years took on many a client to pay for her marque. She didn't find much difficulty in attracting patrons, when ones specialty is presentation, drawing attention to oneself is second nature. She was however, the type to favour repeat patrons, familiarity seemed to be the key. But like most ourtesans she took what she could attract and quickly amassed a hoard of gifts sufficient enough to have her marque filled.
But that was when reality hit like a hammer. She had returned home, desiring to once more be with family, and perhaps work as an independant courtesan in the local salons. But what she returned to was far from a relaxing atmosphere. The eldest twin was sick and his younger counterpart was in a panic. He had long since fallen in love with the idea of becoming a priest and he all but begged imogen to promise she would take his place. The girl had thought her half brother in nothing but a panic, and so, in her usual way took gentle charge of the situation and assured him, with all the bearing she could, that she would do so.
She would later come to horrifically regret that promise.
For the next year her twin was constantly sick, and neither of the siblings were really allowed to see him for fear they too would fall ill. Doing her best to be a comfort for everyone. Imogen spent her time utilising her carefully cultivated night court skills. Wether it was being the calm port in everyones storm, hosting poetry readings, or teaching her elder brother to dance. Skills that wouldn't really serve him once he was ordained, but lovely distractions for two siblings living in fear that the cold hand of death was about to close over their family, a fear that ended up becoming true, and even though she had hope her half brother would change his mind, he seemed quite set on the idea of becoming a priest, a dream Imogen hadn't the heart to crush.
So that was how imogen learned never to casually make promises ever again. Still, before she had little dreams of her own. Perhaps to get married and have a family, make somethin of herself. All things that her current position as new heir to the County could only help. While she awaits resolution of that title, she serves willingly in her parents' shadows. Imogen works hard to emulate her father, the comte, a living paragon for her of all that she should strive to be, balanced between the duties of ruling and the duties to ones family.
