The man, upon closer inspection, was the heir to the Talurêffe fortunes; Jêan-Gaston. Jêan ran his fingers along the keys of the instrument, humming lightly to himself as the soft tunes slowed his heart-rhythms, and calmed him. His expertise with the instrument was made more impressive once one saw his eyes. Where most of the Talurêffe children had sea-green eyes, Jêan's eyes were hollow. Completely white, his irises were silvery, and devoid of the ability to see. Jêan was stricken with the greatest curse that the child of a renowned painter could get, Blindness.
Yes, he had suffered for years, his first few years of life were filled with a constant dread and emptiness, nothing could seem to lift his mellow heart from the depths it had sunk to. Every day he heard, heard how he was a mistake, how he was cursed; his peers and his grandparents despised him, all he had, was his mother and father. That was, until he found his beloved; music.
One fateful june evening, his mother and father brought their vulnerable little boy with them to the local opera House. The smell of incense and aged wine, the taste of the bag of grapes his father had bought him, the serene sound of the orchestra and the beautiful voice of the vocalist; Jêan was in love. Of all these sensory explosions, the one that truly hit him was the sound of the Grand piano, as it entered its solo. He felt a rush, a joy. The boy had found his passion, and for the subsequent days, he begged and begged his parents to get him a tutor. They eventually caved in, and for years on, Jêan worked hard.
This is where his struggles had lead him, to Regalia, with only himself, some money, and his beloved piano. Where his road would take him, he knew nothing of, but wherever it went, Jêan would face it with bravery in his chest, a smile upon his face, and a song on his heart. He was a Talurêffe rose, though he couldn't fight and wasn't a muscular beast, he was still the strongest Rose of the all; his heart burned with a fiery passion.
