Post by mace on Mar 20, 2007 23:35:32 GMT -5
You will know me by the scars I bear.
You will know me by the hate, I swear…
Name;;; Mace Aim Illias
Age;;; 20
One Paragraph on how she received her invitation;;;
”Mace! Mace! I have incredible news!”
She knew this voice… it was Hannah, that little chamber girl that had been hired to clean the Lord’s chambers. Mace didn’t ever remember introducing herself, but she was a well known girl in the castle. She may merely be a servant, but nearly everyone knew her name.
“Yes, Hannah, what is it?” She questioned, watching as the young girl stopped before her, waving a stiff envelope in her hand excitedly.
“Master Bernard has decided you get to go to that Lord Cashew-person’s Castle. He claims that since you’ve been so good lately, you deserve a break to let loose. He says that since he received the invitation addressed to you, you get to go. He also says you better behave yourself, as well.” The small girl spoke with a wisdom that was far too old for her age. She should be giggling with other little girls her age, not serving a stupid Lord as Bernard.
“It’s Lord Cashel, Hannah.” Mace spoke in reprimand, then took the envelope from her hand. “Thank you, though. You may go. Give the Master my regards, please and thank you.”
Reasons for Travelling to Cashel Castle;;;
She had been invited. It would be incredibly rude not to show up when invited, would it not?
Appearance;;;
Mace was indeed something worth looking twice at. She wasn’t perfect, not at all, but she wouldn’t deny the fact that she indeed had something special about her that was somewhat enchanting.
Dark blue eyes would stare at you with curiosity until she had you figured out, deciding whether or not you could be trusted. Her trust never really did come too easily.
Waves of dirty blonde fell around her face, hardly ever tied back. She loved her hair far too much. It was so soft to the touch, and accented her tanned skin so well. Being a servant, she had been exposed to a good bit of sun. Freckles speckled her face lightly, but they actually rather accented her looks rather than flawed them. She was just the kind of person able to get away with freckles.
Normally, this medium height woman would be clad in a pair of breeches and a cotton top, just for comfort. If she was going to be working her ass off for her asshole of a Master, than she might as well be comfortable, right?
Personality;;;
Mace is by far a very gentle girl. If there was a fire, she would most likely help other people before even thinking about herself. Her mother had raised her to be so selfless and kind, and though it sometimes bugged her, she enjoyed it.
She had a soft spot for animals though she wasn’t able to be around them too much. Oh well, right? There still was the barn and cattle that Master Bernard had, and those were good enough for her.
Though, she did have her times where she would snap. Of course, this never happened infront of those superior over her, and normally she would address Lords or Dukes or etc. with the title ‘Master’ as she would with her own Lord Bernard.
History;;;
Mace had been born into the household of a Lynette Casbay and a Ben Casbay. They were kind, gentle folk, treating their daughter with the utmost care and a gentle touch, molding her very carefully into what she was to this day.
No education was really given to Mace, yet she had come with an immaculate vocabulary, one picked up from listening to the proper ladies around her speaking. She wasn’t given everything she wanted, in fact, many of the dresses she owned growing up were second hand, given to her from friends and hand-me-downs from her older sister. She wasn’t at all spoiled, but she had to work for what she truly wanted.
As she grew into her early pre-teens, she remembered her parents getting into a bit of debt with Lord Bernard. As a payment, he would take their daughter as an indentured servant until the debt was paid in full. She hadn’t gone without a fight from her parents of course, but eventually she remembered the knights of Lord Bernard breaking into their small home by force, cutting down her parents mercilessly and taking her from her bed.
It had been nine years since then, and she still could hear their awful screams of mercy, not to take their daughter but to take them. That she had nothing to do with it. Then she remembered the blood flying, her parents heads falling to the ground followed by their bodies.
Mace had never really recovered from the incident, though she hid it quite well, acting rather happy most of the time.
Roleplay Sample;;;
“Amaria! Amaria! Look what my father bought me!” A young girl called as she nearly ran down the stone street, holding the dress she wore up to make sure she didn’t trip. “It’s for the celebration! He said that he’d been saving up for quite some time to buy me something like this!” She giggled, twirling around in the dress slightly. It was a magnificent shade of green, the top a corset the made the already small girl look smaller.
“Oh my, that’s a beautiful dress, little Bea’.” The young woman smiled with a nodded, looking at the dress in admiration, “Though, you should hurry home and change so you don’t dirty it before it starts. I’m sure your father would be quite displeased if you did dirty it.” She scolded, patting the girl on the head before she had the chance to scurry off back of the road to her own little building.
She was a tailor, one of the finest in the city, or so people said. She was quite humble about what she did, and never took the compliments offered. Very often could one find little children in her backroom, playing around and avoiding the hot sun or the chilly weather. That was one thing that people looked down upon, but she simply did not care. Stepping into the cozy, fabric covered sewing corner, which was tucked away behind a few of the dresses on display, she grabbed some material to add to the half-finished dress.
Nimble fingers threaded the needle before beginning.
A few moments before starting she had tied back her long black hair with a ruby red ribbon, allowing her bright green eyes not to be shadowed by her overgrown bangs for one.
Draping over her small figure was a soft black velvet dress, fitting her form nicely, but giving her enough room to move around freely. The sleeves ended at her elbows tightly, not allowing the fabric to fall in her way any. Her pale skin contrasted rather nicely against the dark colors, but yet it only further proved that she was hardly outside. Most of her time was dedicated to staying indoors and sewing. It was the way she made a living after all, and today just happened to be a little extra stressful. She had given the other seamstresses the day off, just for the little celebration, so she was stuck working alone.
You will know me by the hate, I swear…
Name;;; Mace Aim Illias
Age;;; 20
One Paragraph on how she received her invitation;;;
”Mace! Mace! I have incredible news!”
She knew this voice… it was Hannah, that little chamber girl that had been hired to clean the Lord’s chambers. Mace didn’t ever remember introducing herself, but she was a well known girl in the castle. She may merely be a servant, but nearly everyone knew her name.
“Yes, Hannah, what is it?” She questioned, watching as the young girl stopped before her, waving a stiff envelope in her hand excitedly.
“Master Bernard has decided you get to go to that Lord Cashew-person’s Castle. He claims that since you’ve been so good lately, you deserve a break to let loose. He says that since he received the invitation addressed to you, you get to go. He also says you better behave yourself, as well.” The small girl spoke with a wisdom that was far too old for her age. She should be giggling with other little girls her age, not serving a stupid Lord as Bernard.
“It’s Lord Cashel, Hannah.” Mace spoke in reprimand, then took the envelope from her hand. “Thank you, though. You may go. Give the Master my regards, please and thank you.”
Reasons for Travelling to Cashel Castle;;;
She had been invited. It would be incredibly rude not to show up when invited, would it not?
Appearance;;;
Mace was indeed something worth looking twice at. She wasn’t perfect, not at all, but she wouldn’t deny the fact that she indeed had something special about her that was somewhat enchanting.
Dark blue eyes would stare at you with curiosity until she had you figured out, deciding whether or not you could be trusted. Her trust never really did come too easily.
Waves of dirty blonde fell around her face, hardly ever tied back. She loved her hair far too much. It was so soft to the touch, and accented her tanned skin so well. Being a servant, she had been exposed to a good bit of sun. Freckles speckled her face lightly, but they actually rather accented her looks rather than flawed them. She was just the kind of person able to get away with freckles.
Normally, this medium height woman would be clad in a pair of breeches and a cotton top, just for comfort. If she was going to be working her ass off for her asshole of a Master, than she might as well be comfortable, right?
Personality;;;
Mace is by far a very gentle girl. If there was a fire, she would most likely help other people before even thinking about herself. Her mother had raised her to be so selfless and kind, and though it sometimes bugged her, she enjoyed it.
She had a soft spot for animals though she wasn’t able to be around them too much. Oh well, right? There still was the barn and cattle that Master Bernard had, and those were good enough for her.
Though, she did have her times where she would snap. Of course, this never happened infront of those superior over her, and normally she would address Lords or Dukes or etc. with the title ‘Master’ as she would with her own Lord Bernard.
History;;;
Mace had been born into the household of a Lynette Casbay and a Ben Casbay. They were kind, gentle folk, treating their daughter with the utmost care and a gentle touch, molding her very carefully into what she was to this day.
No education was really given to Mace, yet she had come with an immaculate vocabulary, one picked up from listening to the proper ladies around her speaking. She wasn’t given everything she wanted, in fact, many of the dresses she owned growing up were second hand, given to her from friends and hand-me-downs from her older sister. She wasn’t at all spoiled, but she had to work for what she truly wanted.
As she grew into her early pre-teens, she remembered her parents getting into a bit of debt with Lord Bernard. As a payment, he would take their daughter as an indentured servant until the debt was paid in full. She hadn’t gone without a fight from her parents of course, but eventually she remembered the knights of Lord Bernard breaking into their small home by force, cutting down her parents mercilessly and taking her from her bed.
It had been nine years since then, and she still could hear their awful screams of mercy, not to take their daughter but to take them. That she had nothing to do with it. Then she remembered the blood flying, her parents heads falling to the ground followed by their bodies.
Mace had never really recovered from the incident, though she hid it quite well, acting rather happy most of the time.
Roleplay Sample;;;
“Amaria! Amaria! Look what my father bought me!” A young girl called as she nearly ran down the stone street, holding the dress she wore up to make sure she didn’t trip. “It’s for the celebration! He said that he’d been saving up for quite some time to buy me something like this!” She giggled, twirling around in the dress slightly. It was a magnificent shade of green, the top a corset the made the already small girl look smaller.
“Oh my, that’s a beautiful dress, little Bea’.” The young woman smiled with a nodded, looking at the dress in admiration, “Though, you should hurry home and change so you don’t dirty it before it starts. I’m sure your father would be quite displeased if you did dirty it.” She scolded, patting the girl on the head before she had the chance to scurry off back of the road to her own little building.
She was a tailor, one of the finest in the city, or so people said. She was quite humble about what she did, and never took the compliments offered. Very often could one find little children in her backroom, playing around and avoiding the hot sun or the chilly weather. That was one thing that people looked down upon, but she simply did not care. Stepping into the cozy, fabric covered sewing corner, which was tucked away behind a few of the dresses on display, she grabbed some material to add to the half-finished dress.
Nimble fingers threaded the needle before beginning.
A few moments before starting she had tied back her long black hair with a ruby red ribbon, allowing her bright green eyes not to be shadowed by her overgrown bangs for one.
Draping over her small figure was a soft black velvet dress, fitting her form nicely, but giving her enough room to move around freely. The sleeves ended at her elbows tightly, not allowing the fabric to fall in her way any. Her pale skin contrasted rather nicely against the dark colors, but yet it only further proved that she was hardly outside. Most of her time was dedicated to staying indoors and sewing. It was the way she made a living after all, and today just happened to be a little extra stressful. She had given the other seamstresses the day off, just for the little celebration, so she was stuck working alone.
