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- Horatio Mercier + (Not being understood by family, peers and … Not being understood by family, peers and society in general is simply a cross many geniuses must bear, and Horatio Mercier makes an example of the rule, rather than an exception. Born the youngest son of Benedict Mercier Horatio grew up on the family estate in Clemenstone Vale with his three immediate siblings, his aunts and uncles and a number of cousins. Having been born during the boon of the family's wealth Horatio wanted for nothing, and has no concept of hardship beyond having to deal with the constant disappointment of tutors that did not meet his high standards even as a small boy. Horatio had always been a little 'different' compared to his siblings, or cousins, or any child really. As a boy he rolled his eyes when asked by the other children if he wanted to play pretend or chase through the vineyards, and while they did that without him he collected spiders, garden lizards, and frogs. He tended to follow the grounds keepers while they tended to the herb gardens, or the flowers of the estate, and would be far more interested in the books and conversation between adults rather than anyone his own age. For the most part his eccentricity was overlooked as a phase or just that he 'did not play well with others', and after all he never did any harm with his silly 'potions' he brewed in the empty rooms of unoccupied homesteads. It was a little later in life that those quaint little mixing of herbs started to become less charming, and a whole lot harder to ignore. His father could overlook the obnoxious smells from the makeshift laboratory, he could even ignore the unsettling collection of pet snakes, tarantulas and brightly coloured frogs. The boy had strange habits, yes, but it did not affect the household. When Horatio accidently sedated his aunt for a day however, was when his parents had to try and control a child that had never had a breath of discipline in his life. The incidents grew in extravagance and Horatio's social inadequacies never did get any better. The last straw for the boy was when just a month back the homestead he'd been keeping himself to was swallowed in flames. Thankfully there were no casualties and nothing else in the estate was damaged, but it was decided then and there it was time Horatio went into the world-- and away from Clemenstone. The family can only hope they've made the right, and safest choice. Perhaps a life in the city will be enough to curb Horatio's behaviour to something acceptable, and help guide him towards a vocation that might do the Mercier name proud. Why, why couldn't he just make wine?roud. Why, why couldn't he just make wine?)
