Life Of An Artist
Back when Omen thought it was a good idea to write entries for my blog; I asked him to do one on his life as da Vinci. At the time, I thought it was a great idea, because it really highlighted many hidden things. However, the feedback I got on it was little to none, so they are now removed.
As previously stated, Omen did not like talking about this particular life, even though he would often bring it up.
At the time, he wrote it without referring to himself as da Vinci, and used certain names as a hint. For instance, he referred to Gian Giacomo Caprotti da Oreno, better known as Salaì, “Little Devil,” as that is what the name literally translated to. Knowing about da Vinci’s true nature, that part of history will make a lot more sense to some, I’m sure.
This is what he wrote.
The Beginning
Where to begin….from the beginning I suppose. I was a male born to a peasant and a nobleman out of wedlock. I never knew my mother, I assume she died or that I was taken from her to go to my father’s holdings quite early on and that my mother perhaps did not have the ability to care for me as well as she had thought father’s wealth could. I do not blame her, I would do the same (if I cared for children, that is.)
In the current culture of the time it was yet to be considered blasphemous to have a few bastards running about. In fact it was something of a fail safe as mortality rates were still substantial. If one of your higher born heirs died, the lower could carry on as many of the higher duties almost immediately. The importance of family bonds and status were unequivocal in those times as wealth was freely expressed to both garner friendship and to uphold society overall. To me it seemed a bit of a free-for-all, a flamboyant playground that I was lucky enough to be landed in with all my needs met.
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