Lorenzo Ricchetti
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| Portrayed by Santiago Cabrera | |
| Full Name | Lorenzo Ricchetti |
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| Title | Mr Lorenzo Ricchetti |
| Associated Noble House(s) | none |
| Date of Birth | 16th August 1784 |
| Father | Giovanni Ricchetti |
| Father's Rank | none |
| Mother | Maria Ricchetti |
| Mother's Rank | none |
| Town Residence | {{{residence}}} |
| School | {{{school}}} |
| University | {{{university}}} |
| Profession | Artist |
| Income | - |
Lorenzo Ricchetti is an artist, currently residing in Portman Square with the Ruxburgh-Wilson family. He is twenty-seven years old, and the former lover of the late Richard Ruxburgh.
Lorenzo an NPC created by Elinor.
Background
Lorenzo was born on a summer's day in a small village in Tuscany, the youngest son of Gionvanni and Maria Ricchetti, a hard-working couple of some means, who owned a well respected guest-house on the road to Florence. He displayed artistic aptitude from an early age, but rather than moving to the city to try to pursue his dream, he opted instead to stay with his parents as his older siblings married and started families of their own.
Relationship with Richard Ruxburgh
At some point during Lorenzo's seventeenth year, his parents took in a guest travelling through Europe. An Englishman fluent in Italian, he introduced himself as Viscount Ruxburgh, and Lorenzo was fascinated by him from the start. A plain gentleman, to be sure, but one with ever such kind eyes and lines on his face from smiling, who came into Lorenzo's life with tales of foreign countries and cities, of art galleries and museums that he could only dream of seeing. They spent many hours discussing art, Europe and London - a city Lorenzo had long wanted to see, and that Richard described with such fondness. As the days passed, Richard's departure grew closer and Lorenzo began to feel emotional in a way that he could not describe. He withdrew from his friend, angry for reasons that he did not know why. The day of the departure arrived, and as he watched Richard and his valet preparing the carriage to leave from his bedroom window, Richard looked up and caught his eye. An indecipherable flurry of emotions crossed his friend's face, and before Lorenzo knew what was happening, Richard was running back into the house, taking the steps two at a time and bursting into his room.
'Come with me,' he begged, and there was no universe in which Lorenzo would have said no.
His parents were unsurprised when he told them that he would be leaving, to be frank they were more surprised that he had not left the tiny village for the city years ago.
He completed Richard's tour of Europe with him, and returned to London with him in 1801. Despite the presumptions of some of those they encountered in Europe, and of Richard's mother when they returned home, their relationship had been perfectly chaste over the past few months, and Richard set Lorenzo up in an apartment in the city, so that he could work at his leisure. Lorenzo was somewhat unimpressed with this arrangement, and found himself spending more and more time at the Ruxburgh's Marylebone house. Eventually, he convinced Richard to sit for a portrait for him. The sessions were tense and silent, until one day Lorenzo threw down his paintbrush, and informed Richard that if he was not going to kiss him, he would go out and find a man who would. That day, Lorenzo moved out of his apartment and into Ruxburgh House, where he would remain in a loving and monogamous relationship with Richard for the next ten years, before Richard succumbed to the same heart disease that had taken his father in April 1811.
Now (May 1811)
Lorenzo remains in residence at Ruxburgh House, Richard's will leaving him a goodly amount of money and a stipulation to Ira Wilson - that if Lorenzo is removed from Ruxburgh House against his wishes, he would forfeit the inheritance his uncle left him.
Lorenzo and Ira are hardly what one would call amicable, but he is very fond of Roberta Wilson, Ira's daughter, and is teaching her to paint. It is a welcome respite from the emotions that he has been hiding. Unable to mourn publicly for Richard as he could do a wife, Lorenzo plays off his grief as a part of a dramatic, foolish Italian persona when in actuality, he is devastated all the time and can say nothing about it.