Melville Charlot nó Coquelicot
Fullname: Melville Charlot nó Coquelicot
Played by: Nariman Malanov
Gender: Male
Age: 18 years old
Birthdate: 14th of February
Class: Courtesan
House: Coquelicot
Occupation: Adept
Province: Kusheth
Country: Terre d'Ange
Parents: Cyrano Rainier Charlot, Vicomte de Châteaugiron and Felicienne Charlot de Morhban
Siblings: Thibault Mercer Charlot (Identical Twin Brother)
Marital Status: Unmarried
Children: None

Known Information

An Adept at The Salon de Coquelicot. Melville is very attentive, creative and quite a talented healer of hearts.



A family without a black sheep is not a typical family. Thanks to Melville Charlot nó Coquelicot, House Charlot is not that unique in this case.

Since a very early age he seemed to show a lot of talent and interest toward arts and, to the disappointment of the family, he absolutely lacked any kind of capabilities in handling a sword. Luckily, a young man’s passionate and loving personality as well as a very high empathy attracted attention of Heliotropes. That’s how he ended up at Salon de Coquelicot.

He had his debut a couple of years ago. It was quite an impressive masquerade since a lot of attention has been given to the art of painting bodies. Melville became very well known for his aptness to express emotions through colors. Even more, he uses this form of art to heal his patrons and their broken hearts. It became known that many of the man’s paintings are created during the session together with a customer, and then a colorful canvas is usually sent to the one who visited Melville.

While he might have a touch of an odd personality, many confirm that the young man seems to be very attentive, and he can read people’s emotions and understand them even better than they themselves do and then somehow lead them to salvation out of that chaotic turmoil in their hearts.





How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if Angels choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

«Elizabeth Barrett Browning - How Do I Love Thee?»





Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

«William Shakespeare - Sonnet 116»

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