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Character information
Full Character Name: Sorynn Esdale
Furcadia Name: Sorynn
Desired Role: 'Princess' of the current ruler of Nharati.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5'6
Build: Curvy
Eye Color: Sea Green
Hair Color: Chestnut
Preferred affiliation: (Tyltin or Drysllthen) Tyltin

Description: The Lady of Ysdrin, House of Esdale. Deep chestnut hair was piled into a fountain of curls and braids, held back from her porcelain face with an ornate vine and garnet circlet. Large sea green eyes were lined with thick lashes, leaving paints and powders unnecessary. Lush lips rarely held her bold tongue in check behind her deceptively naive smile. Gowns were made of the finest fabrics her House could gather and always tailored on the smaller side, to provide a carefully constructed line between propriety and seduction.

Character Background: Sorynn is the daughter of the current King of Nharati, Raegnold. Formerly from Ysdrin, she quickly grew accoustomed to her new life as Princess of Nharati. Now, seeing that her position and standard of living is unstable, she's trying desperately to find someone of more stable power to sink her claws into, or at the very least offer her assistance in hopes for rich rewards.

Full Character Name: Christiana Elaine Maelyss
Furcadia Name: Christiana Maelyss
Desired Role: Noble; Songtress/dancer
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Height: 5' 6"
Build: Slender, dancer
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Dark brown
Preferred affiliation: Neutral

Description:
Cream skin was entirely covered in the rick color of burgandy. Skirt was compiled if silk and chiffon and the bodice of a delicate rose patterned silk. Everything was finely trimmed with gold, just enough before making the look to gaudy. Sleeves were of crimson silk and wrapped with gold cord. She seemed to float--to effortlessly glide-- with every movement. But walking was as effortless as dancing was to her. Adornements included strings of gold woven into her plaited dark brown hair. Eyes were pools of amber, filled with laughter and dance. She was an affluant speaker, a weaver of tales through notes and lyrics. Presence was always known though the clinking bracelets and anklets she wore and the lute she was rarely without.

Character Background:
The second daughter of a thegn, Christiana had evaded the expectations that the eldest was dealt. Life was full of fun and joy that stature and monetary stability provided. But she took a liking to the pleasure song and dance often gave spectators.

With songs and movement only on her mind, it was clear to see the current politics never mattered much to her while growing up. By the time of reaching adulthood, the current matters and gossip went passed. It sparked some family discontent when she was summoned as an entertainer for the party supporting Drysllthen but it was agreed it was an honor and a way to give Christiana a good look at the world and a chance to create a good life.

Here, we see a rare...not happy face.



Here's that smile!

Application

Character information

Full Character Name: Fendrel D'Barrony

Furcadia Name: Fendrel

Desired Role: Jester

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Height: 6'3

Build: Tall and skinny, skinny and tall.

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Preferred affiliation: (Tyltin or Drysllthen) Drys!

Description: Long, lean, figure, stork like, if you would. The man was a sight and a half in his brilliant red attire. Seventh son of a seventh son, the stuff that stories were made of. The wise fool? God only knew. The brown, soulful eyes of a child, the crooked grin of a gentle mad man. What was Fendrel? Was he Fendrel the fire eater? Fendrel the sweet talker? Teller of jokes, singer of songs? Three words: His Majesty's Fool.

Character Background: Well, there's just not a whole lot left to go around when you're the seventh son of a seventh son and a title doesn't exactly fix things. Sickly as a child, they said it addled his wits and well....Better to be a live fool, than a dead lordling with six elder brothers scrambling for every shred of inheritance. He 'wandered off' at about the age of twelve and didn't turn up until some years later, strong, tall and ready to become more than a seventh son of a seventh son at the feet of the Red Beast.

Application

Character information
Full Character Name: Lucien Altair
Furcadia Name: Lucien Altair
Desired Role: Spymaster (undercover as Library)
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Height: 6'3"
Build: Thin/sinewy
Eye Color: Ice blue
Hair Color: Raven Black (Black with purplish/blue sheen)

Description: Tall man of thin build, all skin bone and lean muscle. Dark, raven colored strands of hair are pulled back into a tie at the nape of his neck, hanging down between his shoulders. His face is sharp and hollowed, a pair of bifocals resting before crystal blue eyes. A long, wide sleeved tunic hugs his lithe frame, colored dark blue. Black breeches of a similar style cover his legs, and a pair of supple leather boots quiet his steps.


Character Background: Lucien is the son of one of the men who worked under the Valenti house, specifically for Uhtred. He was raised in the tradition of the family, learning the craft of his father, the previous head librarian, until they were forced to flee their home. At 10, he left the life he knew and followed his father as they both continued after Garnett. His training was continued, and only ended when his father passed away from a cause no more mundane than old age. Lucien entered the service of his adopted home as a clerk and Librarian.

Now that Drys has the throne, he has been given the position of head librarian and clerk, and is in charge of both of those positions and the royal messengers.

Application

Character information

Full Character Name: Celany Edis Myrill
Furcadia Name: Celany
Desired Role: Royal Jeweler
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height:5'5
Build: Rather thin,- for now.
Eye Color: Ivy Green
Hair Color: White-Blond

Description: Unexpected, the Royal Jeweler. Pale, thin creature of the northern mountains. Unexpected in gender and stature. Unexpected with plain work dresses and shorn, nearly white, hair beginning to reach past her ears in uneven locks. Green eyes, clouded emeralds, lowered. She didn't fit, with her work worn hands and strange ways, but there was always a place for every necklace, ring and broach, a back for every jeweled dagger.

Character Background: It was midwinter when Lord Borin received the letter. A humble request from the capital, for one of his fine sons to step into the shoes of royal jeweler. After all, why should they request anyone else? Some of the finest jewels in the kingdom came from the Myrill mines, and it was rumored, the world. It was also rumored, that each of the mad man on the mountain's children, had served time in the mines to learn the value of the gleaming rocks which came from the ground in buckets of rubble.

Rumors, however truthful some might be, also had a reputation for spreading lies and the biggest lie, was this: Lord Borin Myrill, the mad man on the mountain, had many fine sons.

It couldn't have been farther from the truth. The man had exactly three sons, a pitiful number for a man who'd been through no less than five wives. The first, his father's heir, was off at war. The second, was sickly and the third, a sweet enough boy, was....a bit slow, to say the least. Besides his sons, he had three daughters, though he'd long since declared them useless.

They were, the true masters of the craft, but Lord Borin would have none of the idea of sending one of them to court. The humiliation, would be simply, unbearable.

And so the letter sat,

and sat,

and sat.

What Borin hadn't realized, however, was that it, had long since started. It started in the mines, as it always did, when the pans froze over. It crept down the mountain and into the villages below. A sniffle, a sneeze. It made it's way back up with the servants. A sniffle, a cough, a fever and chills. It made it self at home in the old stone walls of the castle, like hands in a pair of well worn gloves, filling every crack and crevice, and slowly, began, to kill.

The snow had turned to patches of Grey slush when the eldest son made his way home. The doors of the houses in the village closed against new comers and the air stunk of burning flesh. The mines were in ruins, the servants, those still alive, over worked. The sick, the dieing, the recovered, all needed care. Two brothers dead, one sister married in the face of all of winter's hell so the broken castle would have a lord till spring. The castle was in shambles.

The letter was opened a second time, wax seal brushed aside with the dust which had collected over the long spring. The new lord of the castle and the mines, the new mad man on the mountain, read it over from the chair where his father had spent so much of his life. There were no fine sons left. Just a crippled man and his sister's sad excuse for a husband. It'd be a better life for Celany. It'd be a better life for them all, if she married well.

So the last of the horses left, a servant, a guard, an assistant, and Lady Celany Myrill, the soon to be Royal Jeweler of the great Kingdom Nharati.

Come one! Come all!

Looking for people interested in playing a Jeweler's assistant! Anything will do!
Only must being that this character have brass fucking balls.

Contact: Merripen, Celany or Greer or shoot me an e-mail at supermintydinko@gmail.com or PM me here.

Go ahead and post me your ideas here!

Keep in mind that this character:

+Would have been an apprentice in a horriable, nasty, snowy, rocky, fortress in the mountains.

+He/she would have likely served time in the mines, regardless of social caste.

+Would have recently survived a horrific plague and a very long journey basically dressed like a beggar, through the tail end of a northern Nharati winter/ early spring. He/she would have probably fought bandits at some point and generally grown lean, mean, and hungry.

This character is not relay going to be a spoiled, pampered, soft little thing. Size, age and sex, don't relay matter. It's honestly who survived this long and is fairly compatant. XD Remember folks, if a swedish flight attendant can fall from an airplane without a parachute and survive, it's a guessing game as to who can survive what. Now post! POST my pretties!

Character Name: Terrance Remus Vandergut
Furcadia Name:
Desired Role: Jeweler’s Assistant
Gender: male
Age: 17
Height: 5’7
Build: athletic
Eye Color: hazel brown
Hair Color: red

Description:
Red hair sat a messy, blazing mop on his head His pale skin made his hair ignite all the more. He wore a heavy green tunic, with even heavier black trousers. His boots are so worn he should just walk around bare footed, the same went for his cloths. Too worn out to fight the cold and he always seemed to be cold, it wasn’t the temperature of the air that made him cold. He was youthful, handsome a fine boy for any girl, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Hazel brown eyes of liquid gold had lost their youthful fire as his outlook on the world was jaded and cold, colder then the mountains he’d come from.[work in progress]

Character Background:
He spent his life like everyone else, growing up and working in the mines. It was a life he loved, but that all changed to quickly. It seemed innocent enough at first, one person sick, two people sick. The healers could handle it. Before anyone could do anything it spread like wildfire, whole families were sick, whole families died together. Work in the mines stop, time stop as everyone tried to fight this plague that had been dropped on them.

Terrance, who was always called Remus, and his family were lucky, so it would seem. Months went by and as everyone in the village seemed to be dropping like flies. Terrance and his family survived, he thanked ‘God’ for him and his family’s good fortune. He went to church every day to give his thanks. He was foolish to think that his family was untouchable, that ‘God’ was watching out for them. He woke that fateful morning to the sound of coughing. He rushed out of his room to find the youngest of them all sick. Terrance ran out of his house barely dressed, running and falling to the church to pray. They had good fortune this could pass and his little sister would survive. He would continue to go to church no more giving thanks, but praying fervently. He would watch his sister get worse and worse with each passing day, but never did he give up hope. His prayers went unanswered. It was a great loss for the family to lose the youngest. There was no time to morn as another fell sick, then another. A family eleven strong was now reduced to five, weak and miserable people, except for Terrance, he showed no signs of becoming ill. It was his task now to take care of everyone. He stopped going to the church what was the use now? Every time he prayed everyone only worsen. There was no ‘God’, there was no one to help. He barely slept, only passing out when he could go on no longer, food held an awful taste, beside what was the use when he knew he would die too, just like the everyone else. The last five died in his arms, he had no more tears for anyone as he promised them he would join them soon. A man he respected and considered family, he now loathed. The poor man had the job of going through the village with a cart, ringing a bell and yelling, "Bring out yer dead, bring out yer dead!" Terrance hated the sound of that bell, really any sound of a bell.

As soon as he heard the King was looking for a jeweler he took the chance, he had to leave that forsaken place, leave everything behind. There was nothing left for him anyways. His family was dead and waiting for him to join them. He would gather what little he had, everything else, even his home burned to stop the plague. The journey was long and harsh, but nothing could compare to what he went through. Hunger became a disease as he would hunt what he could in the forest and beg and steal in the towns they passed. It was easy enough to steal as most people avoided them. Whatever had slaughtered their town, these people didn’t wanted them in they town. They finally made it to Valys and to the gates of the castle. After the ‘misunderstanding’ they were allowed in. He could only wonder what would happen next.

Okay!

Update here by popular demand.

As it is now Thursday, this possession will be closed in roughly five hours. That means that this is indeed, the last call for this apparently highly desirable role.

Okay! The role is officially closed.