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The Phoenix
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Fantasy, Modern, Historical Romance.
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Please post all your characters in this thread. Any unrelated OoC chatter will be moved or removed. You must follow the basic CS template, but are not required to use the code provided, though you are more than welcome to. You may also make your CS as long or as short as you'd like. You must get GM approval for that character (in the form of an RP reaction) before making any posts for that character in the IC forums. Please post only one character per post.

Please note, if your character sheet says WIP on it, I will ignore it, and possibly never get to it without some serious nudging. There are no reserved spots for anything, as this is a pretty free-form realm. I will accept characters on a first-come first-serve basis, so there isn't much advantage to posting a WIP.

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A comprehensive list of all the characters and their various ages and statuses and direct links to each sheet are here in this link:
Courtesy of @Nemopedia and @rissa
 
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  • August Yilmaz
    24 || Male || Sultanzade [...] Bey / Mr.​
  • Appearance
    Perhaps that his skin is just a bit too dark coloured to be truly considered handsome, but by all means, August is considered to be a man of fine physique. Slender and tall in build there is something affable about his eyes that seem to hide so much, yet are ever so honest. It can't be helped, however, that his default face seems to be a sullen and thoughtful look, but August does make a conscious effort to maintain an honest smile, as he genuinely enjoys the engagement as long as it is an honest one. His longer haircut, while wild, is done so in an artistic and fashionable style, showing the fondness the prince has for the arts in overall, while there is a natural elegance and poise instilled within the man in both step and posture that gives away his rank that never borders arrogance nor is it considered to be domineering. It is this set of eccentricities in appearance that so perfectly explains his personality.
  • Personality
    Prevailed by logic August is the exemplary figure of unflinching and undisturbed. A sturdy pillar in a sea of emotions that doesn't allow himself to be swayed. That isn't to say that August is apathetic or lethargic. Quite the opposite, but just not in the habit of expressing it. A lover of knowledge and even more to excel, August strives and pushes himself forward to become a better man daily, hoping only to spread the good. August is a man that has devoted himself to the path of the scholar and of invention as he weaves himself effortlessly within the maze of two cultures and their own set of rules and social cues. As loyal as he is to his career, the same loyalty can be expected for friends. The voice of reason amongst his best friend, yet harsh on himself, yet not above some good humour himself. August is carefully calibrated to keep his morbid humour to his friends alone and polite deference to the rest, while never denying his romantic nature that comes out best when music is at play, revealing that he too is a man of flesh and blood containing some tears. Engage with August in honesty and in earnestness and August will repay that with a deep friendship that he will value until the end of his life.
  • History
    The Ottoman empire was in discord when sultan Selim III ousted the janissaries, a mighty military elite within the Ottoman court, causing the ripples of a turbulent rulership within the court. Enough so for the Ottoman princess Fatma to make the decision to beg her consort-husband to leave for the British islands, a close ally of the Ottoman empire in their march against Napoleon. It was the start of the story of sultanzade Yilmaz bey, second child and oldest son of Fatma Sultan, who was soon renamed August.

    To move from sunny Constantinople to rainy London was quite a switch for the young prince. Suddenly stargazing wasn't an obvious activity, neither was going out without a jacket, the position of the stars were all wrong as well, and the weird customs and language the people spoke didn't help all the more. Suddenly his court-life filled with mathematics and astronomy were replaced by lessons about history and Latin. It was an adjustment, to say the least, to which August didn't always take well.

    But to all childhoods an end comes and August made his peace as well as his friends. With no right to the throne as a descendant through the female line, but plenty of wealth and a title to come, August thus chose to devote himself to academics, paying special attention to physics and astronomy as an homage to his lost days in the Ottoman empire where chaos continues to prevail. That the English insist on mistakenly calling him mr. Yilmaz, as if he has a proper surname, has long since stopped bothering August, who prefers anything but being called a prince in public.
 
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Theodore Ravenport
27 || CIS-MALE || MISTER


A P P E A R A N C E

Theo is considered much more feminine in his appearance with his high cheekbones, slender nose, delicately pink lips, and a smattering of light brown freckles across his face, though the scars on his eyebrow and mouth—from an encounter with his drunken father—contribute a harshness that he doesn't quite like. His brown eyes give off a softer affect against his sharp and curved eye shape. He's an average height compared to other men, but when it comes to his family, he unfortunately received the short end of the stick, it seems. And if that weren't enough, he's quite thin with no hidden strengths. His dark brown hair is usually always slicked back, apart from when he first awakens to a tangled mess. But he's learned to keep himself nice and neat, even when he's not in a formal setting.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

Although Theo has inviting features, it takes quite a lot to get him to open up. He's very reserved, even in the presence of his family—apart from his youngest sister, whom he's always felt the least amount of stress around. He's not very trusting of new characters in his life, though he'll be extremely polite, if perhaps coming off a little standoffish or uptight. He is also quite shy and anxious of large gatherings, especially when he isn't familiar with many of the guests in attendance. Although he isn't very comfortable around people, Theo is very much at ease when in the presence of animals—dogs, cats, birds, especially those he comes across naturally. Receiving the best of education, Theo is very knowledgeable of all basic subjects, particularly with an affinity for mathematics and numbers (though he's not a fan), but he is most interested in literature. He will, however, allow himself to be further educated by things that interest him or interest those he cares about.


H I S T O R Y

Theodore is the eldest of six children, and by far the smartest in his family. Their money—though little as it was—came from their family's tavern, Raven's Port. It's not exactly the type of establishment with notable or reliable customers. It didn't help that his father drank much of their inventory, leaving them in quite a bit of debt. And when he passed, the tavern was passed down to Theo. He would have rather watched the place burn, but his mother pressured him into taking it on, considering he is now the head of their family and must take care of them. On top of this, the question of when Theo would find a suitable wife came into play—something he had never had interest in, not that he'd ever mention. Theo wanted to leave town, travel, and write, though without any money, he wouldn't be able to. He truly had no choice, and he didn't want to leave his mother and brothers and sisters to fend for themselves. And he figured that taking over the tavern would at least assuage his mother about his... romantic future. He is now working to bring the tavern back to good standards.
 
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Madelyn Fairburne
20 || Female || Lady


A P P E A R A N C E

Madelyn is an ethereal beauty. Her naturally pale skin is the sorts that most fashionistas would be green with envy over. Paired with long curling blonde locks. Madelyn is thin but not frail. Her slender figure and curves proceeded by her toned muscles from athletic practices. Her gaze is piercing and can often make her seem intimidating an unapproachable. Her brown orbs seem to other's almost as if she can see right through them and peer into their souls.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

Madelyn is quiet by nature. Slow to speak but she's extremely observant. People watching had become a bit of a habit with her every since she young because it allowed her to get the upper hand in most social exchanges she participated in. There was a lot you could learn from carefully watching someone's behavior and how they interacted with other's. Madelyn is intelligent and quick witted, often preferring to spend her days with her nose buried in a book than at some ball.

However, high society is a game and her parents made sure that she would know how to play this game well. Trained to don many masks in any given situation, Madelyn can become anyone she wants to be. If she wants to display charm she'll sweep those around her off their feet. If she wants to play the role of the learned aristocrat she'll speak so eloquently those around her will just assume that she knows what she's speaking about.


H I S T O R Y

Madelyn is the only child and daughter of Marquess of Northampton, William Fairburne. The Fairburne's were widely known to be an honorable family. One that prided itself on producing many honorable and chivalric knights. As such they prided themselves on their core values of honesty, justice, and loyalty. Prioritizing raising their children to embody these values as well. Madelyn's life was not an easy one, though it was certainly easier compared to other's. Madelyn was constantly weighed down by the pressures and expectations that were had of those around her. She was expected to be perfect in everything she did. Failure was not an option for her. The harshness of the punishments she constantly received growing up a strong and painful reminder of the fact that she did not have a normal childhood. Madelyn's mother did her best to protect her child as much as she could, but she was sickly after giving birth to the point where her body gradually deteriorated when Madelyn was still a young child. That's when life at home intensified. Her father blamed her for her mother's death and suddenly what little love he had to give his child in the beginning was lost. Growing up like this turned Madelyn cold and jaded to the ways of the world, finding an emptiness about it all yet still craving intimacy and love. Something she's still gravely ashamed of to this day.
 
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  • Albert Rosier
    29 || Male || Lord / Duke​
  • Appearance
    The Rosiers are known for their good looks, with straight noses and fair skin, they have the basic graceful features that makes one say 'wealthy'. Accompanied with naturally dark wavy hair that is as easily manageable as it is to be made fashionable and their dark blue/greyish eyes framed by thicker dark lashes and eyebrows, there is little in their features that displeases the eye. One could even claim that the Rosier do not know any flaws in appearance and produce only perfection. As their forms are all graceful and tall, with no bends in the back that do not belong there. Yet, there is one deep flaw that was introduced from the maternal side, that afflicted both Albert and Adelaide, bypassing the oldest, Abigail, which are the freckles littered and scattered around the brow of their nose and over their cheeks, where they seem like little blemishes on the skin. Usually that is artfully hidden away under powder and rouge, so few notice, but for those who have the privilege of seeing their bareskin know that they are there, littering their otherwise perfect complexion.

    In recent years, however, one could swear that Albert has shrunk since the murder of his family, standing not as tall, or as firm as he used to do. Grief they call it and a tendency to overwork himself.

    *From left to right: Abigail (oldest), Albert (second) and Adelaide (youngest)
  • Personality
    In his youth Albert was not known for his vast intelligence or a studious nature. As a child the man had quite the trouble catching up to his lessons as everything and anything interested him more than the classes he had to follow. He was, however, fond of a fun time and full of charisma, naturally attracting the attention of his many peers around and knowing how to set the tone within the room to be the life of the party.

    This switched since becoming the Duke of Northumberland after the murder of his parents and his siblings. One could say that the once charismatic and carefree marquess died along with the rest of the Rosiers. Now he is studious, devoting himself to forensic studies and to criminal law as he relentlessly pursues the leads within the murder of his family, and advocates in other murder cases happening all around the country and especially in London. One can even say that he has been possessed by the spirit of both his sisters, as his charms has softened into the feminine and so has his manners, mixed in with exceptional grace and poise, like his older sister Abigail was known for without the lavishness that he himself was known for, whilst his new-found determination and studiousness seems to be inspired by his youngest sister Adelaide accompanied with a vast array of knowledge that he can readily tap into which he would have forgotten before.
  • History
    The Rosier are one of the numerous cousins to the crown. An unassuming position with a prolific role within politics that was meant to be inherited in both title and fame by Albert that starts with the loveless marriage between Nicholas Rosier and Alexandria, the daughter of a fallen duke, in no doubt in some way distantly related, to prevent the family fortune and arms from falling into the hands of those unrelated and too distant and crass. Rumours even had it that Nicholas had played his part in ensuring that Alexandria was the only child alive left, ensuring that there were no other claimants to title and ground and that everything could merge with his already numerous titles and grounds. Whatever the case, Alexandria had conceded to the matter and the Rosier won out, now only needing a male heir to ensure the continuation of the Rosier.

    With quick successive pregnancies each three years apart Alexandria would devote herself to her family life, grooming both her daughters Abigail and Adelaide to be the perfect ladies in the court, while her son, the marquess, Albert was quickly morphed into the perfect picture of a titled gentleman with a rank to hold. In this Alexandria proved herself even more fearsome than the strictest commander in the army as she controlled her children to the minutest detail and ensured no fault could be found within them by even themselves, but always by her.

    A plan that was going perfectly as Abigail was quickly entering the marriageable age and a fine suitor was sought and landed for her. A plan that went awry when the young Abigail found herself in a collision on her wedding day and an instant death. She was only two-and-twenty at the time. A horrifying blamage for both Rosier and her mother who was left bereft and immensely paranoid afterwards at the memory of her own family's demise. Worse for Nicholas who saw his family fall apart as Albert found himself suddenly the oldest of the children and Adelaide thought of conspiracy in a shabby cover-up, a fear Nicholas shared, for karma always comes back.

    Karma struck again, as five years later the Rosier found their sudden end. A forgotten candle was all that was needed for an accident to happen. It was intended to be their winter holiday in a warmer place, yet the heat rose a tad too quickly for any within the house. The whole manor in which the Rosier stayed burned to the ground with only a single survivor arising. Karma had not done its work in full as the world announced that Albert had survived, thus becoming the new Duke of Northumberland and head of the Rosier.

    Five years later Lord Rosier still refuses to close the case of the family incident, insisting on foul play even if it means ostracisation from parliament for the implications continued investigations may mean. An oath is sworn that, as long as the truth isn't on the table, there will be no marriage and there will be no children, leaving thus the Rosier in an unstable position with an uncertain future.
 
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Virgilius Hildegard
35 || Male || Lord


A P P E A R A N C E

Virgilius Hildegard stands slim and tall with a proud, unyielding posture. Generally considered attractive, his stoic face with catlike chartreuse eyes and sharp features often gives away the impression of an aloof person, although his social etiquette isn't lacking. As expected from Earl's son, Virgilius always looks the part dressed in appropriate, impeccable garments tailored to fit his physique. Waist-long raven hair, albeit somewhat unconventional, is equally well-maintained and adjusted to fit the situation. For most public presentations, it is tied up in a ponytail or neatly braided.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

Reserved and private, Virgilius sets tight limits on what he brings to the outside. To the general public, he shows a face of a proud and eloquent young gentleman. Competitive and witty, he does not shy away from prodding the crowd and accepting challenges. As a professor, he is strict but just, provoking respect and scorn from his students and their families. Regardless of the immense pressure of life that culminates throughout the years, he isn't the one to share his wisdom or laments with the world. If anything, those rare moments of weakness and sympathy are reserved for those who have earned his trust and favors, leaving his close social circle very narrow. In the sole center of it is his young daughter. As a father, he is protective and gentle, paying great attention to his daughter's education and nurturing her interest. While he remains strict in basic rules, he also encourages his daughter's childhood curiosities, placing her happiness ahead of societal expectations.


H I S T O R Y

Born of Earl Orpheus Hildegard and his wife Lady Ambrosia, Virgilius' way to achieve great things has been predetermined regardless of arriving only second to his older brother, Lord Alaric. Growing up, his exceptional learning skills never ceased to amaze the family and those flocking to see the child recite parts of literature in Latin before he even gained a full grasp of the English language. Until the age of ten, young Hildegard already had his head further in books, showing a great interest in English, Italian, and French literature. Unlike other boys his age, Virgilius was a quiet, distant child, often teased for his lack of enthusiasm for typical boy shenanigans. While he had shown exceptional talent in precision-seeking sports such as archery and fencing, the boy was always more interested in scientific practices, which would later determine his road toward becoming a tutor to many and a respectable university professor.

By eighteen, following after his brother, Virgilius was pushed into the spotlight to show off his knowledge and abilities, earning his father plenty more connections within noble circles. Witty and charming, he continued to reap sympathies from both the social and academic community, making progress in his future career almost inevitable. However, under all the glamour lay a deeply introverted personality whose mask of social appropriation began to crumble. Beginning to avoid gatherings wherever he could, Virgilius found himself more work to occupy his free time from the university. Taking up tutoring after tutoring sessions, his reputation eventually earned him a welcome in the home of respected Duke Rosier in hopes of turning the tides for their academically uninterested heir.

And while the young Lord remained a challenge to make something of, Virgilius took to it, refusing to give up while picking up an unlikely student along the way. As refreshing as it was to have a willing participant, Duke Rosier's youngest daughter, Adelaide, struggled to understand the limitations imposed on her for inquiring about the knowledge from her brother's lessons. Aware of the risk he took by secretly assigning her some of the tasks from his books, he could not deny that he was thoroughly amused and impressed with the girl's mind.

With Rosier's and Hildegard's connections growing stronger, soon a suggestion of marriage between the eldest in the family. If anything, the status of the Hildegard family would have significantly improved. This idea turned into a promise and soon enough came to fruition. With the proposal arranged and all of the activities in the household being focused on the organization, Virgilius spent most of his time away from the ruckus, deep in work, distancing himself from his home by paying his younger sister and her family a visit. Overwhelmed by the grandiosity of the event, he sought anything that would take his mind off of things. With the newly-established unlikely acquaintance with the service girl of his sister's home, his peace of mind had returned for a little while.

But the wedding never came. With the tragedy that struck house Rosier, two families were grieving: Rosiers for their daughter, the house's pride and joy, and Hildegards for the arrangement that never came to be. Virgil's emotional reservation after the tragedy earned him quite a bit of scorn that grew further following the tragic death of almost the entire Rosier family a few years later. Once again, overwhelmed by shallow expectations to pretend and perform, Virgilius distanced himself from social life for the second time to focus on the job he had worked so hard for.

But it wasn't long before a word of his potential suitor had disrupted his plans. Disgruntled over the fact that the lady proposed was hardly an acquaintance and bearly to his liking, Virgilius refused decisively, considering no alternative. Following an angry outburst from his father over his behavior, Virgilius sought to return to his sister's home: his temporary sanctuary from life.

Throughout his time there, an unlikely friendship he had cultivated grew and culminated in what would later be revealed as an illegitimate child of his with a mere commoner servant: a scandal hidden for years before it had finally reached the public.

Under pressure from his father, the girl was removed and returned to her family, whose silence was paid for regularly. While the moment of weakness held no romantic feelings towards the child's mother, Virgilius never ceased to offer his assistance with necessary discretion, refusing to leave the girl and child alone. Being forbidden from approaching either of them, a reliable connection had to suffice to keep bringing him news of their well-being. For the first time, he had found himself longing for another when his flesh and blood seemed to be forever out of reach.

But regardless of his desire to hold his daughter, he never wished for tragedy to scar her childhood. A motherless girlhood was tragic enough, and he had felt it deep for her when the news of her mother's death reached him. But the knowledge of the abuse from her maternal grandparents was the straw that finally broke the camel's back.

Breaking a year-long silence and risking his and the reputation of his family, Virgilius stood up against the blackmail, requesting that his child is put into his care. It inevitably created ripples within the family and social circles, irreparably branding Earl's second son. Refusing to allow his son's mistake to ruin the rest of the family, Orpheus created a solid wall between both Virgilius and his granddaughter. With the child having no better luck with her paternal grandparents, Virgilius decided to leave his ancestral home. New living arrangements eased the tension within the family in the following period, although they still refused to meet their granddaughter or even acknowledged that she existed.

Virgilius' pride never faltered over the gossip of his family's arrangements. With enough evidence and reasoning for his actions, as well as a good reputation and connections that he had already spent years building, the matter of his promiscuity was justified and mitigated in the eyes of the academic community enough to keep him around. However, the social gossip never ceased to create a new narrative. Now an established professor, Virgilius Hildegard turned to the relationships that mattered, including the one with the sole survivor of the Rosier family: Albert Rosier. Pulling a few connections, he was Albert Rosier's guarantee for the spot at the university. To his surprise, the boy delivered and went beyond any objective expectation. To his eternal gratitude, the boy saved his position and reputation when everyone else avoided the topic like the plague.

With a daughter to raise and dreading the rough path that awaited her, Virgilius made a slow, reserved return to the social scene, aware of the importance of the connections but as unwilling as ever to allow liberties to the insolent. He, however, remains a polite and unconventionally charming man in his wit but also an acquired taste for many.
 
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Eleanor Hildegard
12 || Female || Little Miss


A P P E A R A N C E

Eleanor Hildegard, the newest of the Hildegard's, is but a wee lass. Even for her age she's considered small in both height and build. Doctor's have written it off as malnutrition and say that she'll be on track to a full recovery as long as she receives proper care. Despite the misfortunes that surround the little lady, all is not lost with her. Eleanor is a beautiful child, whether people want to admit it or not. In tandem with her gentle but strong-willed spirit, her cute and adorable looks brings her unintentional favor. (Even if she is an illegitimate child) Eleanor has long flowing raven black hair that matches her father's, and shining bright oceanic blue eyes that match her mother's. Her voice is soft and melodic and she very rarely raises her voice. With proper care and education she is considered to be a gem once she debut's when she's older.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

Eleanor is a kind and timid child. For the first ten years of her life she was raised by her mother, but her mother was just a commoner. A former servant-girl to the Hildegard family. Her mother, Amelia, didn't have much nor did she know much, but she did her very best to raise Eleanor despite the harsh conditions that surrounded them. Eleanor is soft-spoken, rarely finding the courage to speak up for herself or against those that have wronged her. Her mother taught her it would be better to keep her head down than stand out. But, despite her young age, she's incredibly bright.

She's a fast learner and her memorization skills were unmatched to those around her. Even though life was difficult, just like her mother, Eleanor was taught to endure and she did so with a smile. Most often hiding the pain and sadness she felt in favor of not being a burden to anyone. Due to harsh living environments she didn't have much time to be a child and experience childhood. She was forced to grow up way too fast, especially when her mother grew ill.

Responsibilities fell to Eleanor as she worked her hardest so that both her and her mother could have food on the table and enough for her mother's medicine. As such, Eleanor is an extremely hard worker. Determined and relentless in her pursuit of her goals, she often works herself to the bone or beyond her limits.


H I S T O R Y

Eleanor Hildegard is the illegitimate child of a noble and commoner union. Specifically one between Lord Virgilius Hildegard and the family's servant Amelia. However, it wasn't until she was older that Eleanor understood this, and specifically what that entailed for both her family and her father's. When she was young, her mother did her best to answer her never ending questions about her father and his whereabouts while maintaining her daughter's innocence. As such, she was led to believe in fairy tales far from the true cold hard reality of life. She believed her father to be some charming prince and she was the lost princess. Her fantasies would run wild as a child as she imagined her father on a never ending pursuit to find them, battling the forces of evil that got in his way. But most of all, she dreamed that one day her father would find her and her mother and rescue them so that they could all live together as a happy family.

It wasn't until she was older that she realized that dreams really should just be kept at that. Dreams.

The truth was, that her mother had stepped out of place. She believed the kindness she received from the young lord was love, and she was delusional enough to fall in love with him. As a result she took advantage of the inner turmoil that the young lord was going through to fulfill her own one sided selfish desires. Had she really taken the proper moment to set aside her feelings for the young lord she would've never allowed such an exchange to happen between the two of them. Especially if she knew of the hardships he would be forced to endure.

It was never Amelia's intention to harm him or the family that had taken such good care of her. But one thing led to another and Amelia ended up pregnant with Virgil's child. At first, their plan was to keep it a secret, and that went well actually. With the help of Virgil's sister Scarlet and her family(since Amelia worked for them) she was hidden away and protected for the duration of her pregnancy.

If things had stayed that way, perhaps Eleanor's mother would've still been here to this day. However, greed and jealousy are never far in regards to nobility. As such, another common servant girl saw fit to leak news of what was going on in that house to the Lord of house Hildegard himself, and he was furious. Not soon after Amelia had birthed little Eleanor was she cast out from her workplace during the dead of winter, without a care of what would happen to her or her child.

Amelia was forbade from making contact with the family again and had no choice but to return to her familial home. But her familial home was one of suffering. In fact, the Hildegard's household had been her escape from that hell hole that she had lived in prior, and now she was forced to raise her child in that environment as well. Meanwhile, Amelia's family brokered a deal with the Hildegard's that ensured their silence on the matter as long as they received monthly installments of monetary value.

Amelia returned home a disgrace and her family treated her harsher than they did prior to her leaving. But she endured it all in order to raise her child with food in her belly and a roof over head. It wasn't easy but Amelia was never one to shirk her duties just because things were difficult. Amelia did her absolute best to raise Eleanor without at all alerting her to their troubles. Amelia never once complained for her lot in life, in fact, she would constantly love on her child and tell her that she was the greatest gift she could've ever been given. Even if she had to forgo her own dreams, she'd gladly do so for her daughter.

To Eleanor, life with her mother was no fairy tale but she was happy. They didn't have much, but they had each other and that was all she needed. At least, until her mother got sick. It was very sudden but her mother grew ill while Eleanor was still just a young child. It was then that she began to see cracks in the life they had been living all along.

Unable to do her work like she used to, Eleanor had to pick up the slack, and that was when she was exposed to the cold hard truth's of this society and her own family. Her family didn't love them, they didn't even take care of them. While they got to live in comfort that far exceeded what commoner's should normally get to experience, Eleanor and her mother received scraps. That's when the mistreatment began. Now that they saw that Eleanor was old enough to work they demanded that she do more in order to receive little pay.

The jeering's, the beatings, and the hard labor, Eleanor was strong enough to handle it all. But what was the most difficult was watching as blood relatives paid no regard for them or their dying daughter. To this day Eleanor is convinced that if she could only have had a little more, she would've been able to pay for her mother to receive proper treatment from a good doctor, and maybe, just maybe, her mother would still be alive.

After her mother's death things only got worse for Eleanor back home. There was no one there to protect her now from her family's abuse. Her grandfather never batted an eye towards her and her grandmother, the second wife of her grandfather, hated her as did her children. Eleanor didn't even get to attend her mother's funeral. She thought this hellish life of her's would last forever and she would die, just like her mother did, without anyone even caring.

At least until recently when she was whisked away from that nightmare home and brought into the company of a Lord who claimed to be her father. Eleanor didn't know what to think or how to feel. This illusive parental figure had never once been around for her or her mother but all of a sudden he show's up right in time to save her like some prince in a fairy tale? Eleanor was torn. Jaded from the hardships of life would she still be able to believe in things called miracles? She didn't know. But the last words of her mother would forever ring true in her ear.

Life right, and Live well.
 
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Soleil Bergeron
23 | Female | Miss


A P P E A R A N C E

Sol is a wispy whirlwind of a girl, both in nature and appearance. While tamable for a few hours, her curly chestnut locks are nearly as expressive as her face, bouncing free of ribbons and bonnets in the most inopportune times. She's relatively tall at five foot seven inches (and a half) but she's so often crouched over tidying something or breezing through with fruitive glances to be noticed by anyone except those with the keenest eyes.

Life as a maid has hardened Sol's body in ways she wasn't proud of at first; the muscle definition in her biceps nearly gave her a panic attack and the callouses that refused to be scraped away nearly made her faint, but over the years she's come to appreciate all that she's accomplished, including each and every blemish.

Sol is a voracious eater and thankfully so, as she never seems to keep on any weight. Flat as a board on both sides, she is at least blessed with a generous amount of hips. Due to infrequent but lengthy amounts of time in the sun, her peachy skin is lightly tanned, with sun freckles dancing across her cheeks (though nothing a little powder can't hide). Soleil has grey-blue eyes that some swear change color and a gaze that can stop a man in his tracks.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

Soleil Bergeron is best described as a barking, biting, snarling guard dog on a very loose leash. She's a controlled frenzy, fiercely loyal and fiercely passionate, encouraging all of those around her with an invigorating sense of hope. Hard work has made her strong, although her force of personality is often enough to dissuade (alternatively: encourage) violence, but she's never afraid to thwack someone with her ever-handy broom.

Whether she was born to obey or it's simply become second nature, Sol needn't be asked anything twice, except for perhaps her greatest flaw: she's quite the chatterbox when good company isn't around. Sol thinks aloud. Chattering away theories and conspiracies in regards to the fire that killed the Rosier family and her older sister, Mireille. Some could even say compulsions, spouting out nonsensical ideas that somehow, somehow, in the smallest way possible, aid in discovering the truth behind the fire.


H I S T O R Y

The Bergeron's, while not gently born, are a loving, sanguine family who enjoy boisterous meals around the table and attending both services at church on Sundays. Raised gently, with freedom to choose and fail, Sol is wise beyond her years, though a bit farsighted due to it, often seeing the big picture but missing what's right there. Her father was the same way, before her mother fell sick and the comfortable, close-knit Bergeron family began to fracture and crumble away.

After watching their father take on a third job to ensure their mother had the medicine she needed to stay healthy, Mireille decided it was time to get to work herself, and convinced her father to drop one of the jobs once she secured a position as house maid. Mireille was fourteen and at this point, Sol was taking care of her mother and baby brother when the two were away. Two years later Mireille was hired as Abigail Rosier's lady's maid and eight months after that tragedy struck when her father was severely injured. It was then that Sol joined her sister at the Rosier Manor, given slight special treatment due to Mireille's impressive impression on Lady Alexandria Rosier.

A few months before she turned sixteen, Soleil became Adelaide Rosier's lady's maid and life - well, it was rather good. With a combined earning of 15 shillings per week, the sisters managed to keep up the household bills as well as medicine for both mother and father. The hard work didn't stop once their father began cobbling once more, nor when they had saved more than enough to hire a tutor for their brother. The hustle and bustle of the Bergeron Sisters ended when supposedly a forgotten candle wick went unblown in the Rosier's winter manor and burned the family alive. Only she and Albert, her lady's older brother, were spared their lives.

In the five years that have passed since she has barely left his side. Ignorant of the politics that may be involved, Soleil is convinced nonetheless that it wasn't a candle that burned down the manor-- it just couldn't be, as that was one of the first things Mireille had taught her. Mireille's fear of fire was second only to their mothers, after an incident before she was born. And so, just as convinced, Sol stands by the lonely Rosier, broom at the ready, waiting and aiding in finding out the truth that tore their sisters away.

 

Eleanor Hawkins
30 || Female || Miss


A P P E A R A N C E

Though it had been said that her smile could light up the world, dirty blonde haired Eleanor possesses a default sombre face, which had caused a lot of misunderstandings in so many cases. Her eyes were the most expressive, the green seemingly glows when she is excited, and a natural pout graces her lips. She stands at 5'7", towering over her peers, standing out like a sore thumb. And though it was once her biggest insecurities, she turned into an asset whenever she had to confront old greasy men. She was as graceful as a duck, having lived amongst commoners almost all her entire life, never sitting in the etiquette lessons her mother tried to instil in her.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

Eleanor's tendency to ignore anything and everything that were of little interest to her had her dubbed as snobbish, and arrogant. She blatantly ignored all those that approached her should they not appeal to her, barely allowing them to engage before shutting down. Quite the introverted nature, she believed in spending her energy wisely, pursuing only those that gained her interest, and those she believed to be of benefit to her. And when her interest is gained, she would be quite persistent in her pursuits. And such is how she is with all things in life. Her words are few, though her actions are plenty. She lives at her own pace, and believes in her own moral values, as grey as they are. She was not loud, and her silence deafening, but her expressions tend to betray her thoughts.


H I S T O R Y

Eleanor spent most of her childhood away from home, unlike her older brothers. She preferred to tinker around at her father's shipyard, having been charmed from the first time she had ever set foot in it. The intricate details that went into building a ship intrigued her evermore, and her dream bloomed then on. The shipyard became her second home, playground and school. Her father taught her the ropes of running a business, his workers the basics of shipbuilding, and their apprentices became her friends as they ran around the shipyard and out into the streets of London whenever they had free time.

When she was old enough, she apprenticed as a draftsman. Her days of vigorous training began, and she only went home every two weeks, rendering her the ghost of the family. She hardly attended family gatherings or balls or any events, too busy working to prove herself to her father and the shipwrights that she was capable of the tasks they assigned to her.

She inherited the Shipyard at twenty, when the Hawkins had enough estate lands to earn a Baronetcy. Her father decided to cut ties with the business, for it would have stained their baronetage, and his heir followed suit. Her older brother, the spare, having no desire to take over the business, apprenticed at a Parish when he was eleven, and much like her, hardly showed himself since, leaving only her to inherit it.

The inheritance meant that her presence at home decreased all the more. She was forced to contend with those who questioned her succession due to her gender, or those who wished to acquire the business, or even those who terminated their contracts with her. The business suffered soon after, and they struggled to keep it afloat.She learnt ever quickly that her gender was once again, seen as an obstacle.

Stubborn and hardheaded, she refused to crumble. She started attending events, amassing contacts that could help her in her venture. Orphans and servants, prostitutes and brokers were hired to collect information, doing whatever she could to exploit the weaknesses of those that opposed her. She believed that she would stop at nothing to see her business flourish.
 

William Thaddeus Jacob Dalrymple, F.R.S.
76 || Male || Professor


A P P E A R A N C E

William has the look of a kindly grandfather who carries himself with quiet dignity. He dresses neatly in dark suits of somewhat outdated style. At home or in informal situations, he may wear a smoking jacket and night cap. He keeps his receding hair and mutton-chop sideburns neatly trimmed. When his mind has not deserted him, his light blue eyes sparkle with intelligence and curiosity.

When it does, maintaining that quiet dignity becomes a white-knuckle affair, as he may not know where he is, or whom exactly he is talking to. If he should happen to be found wandering the Dalrymple estate in his pajamas, his hair will likely be in frizzy disarray.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

When lucid, William is genial and eccentric, with a mind that flutters as quickly and erratically from one area of interest to another as a butterfly in a field of flowers. When his lucidity slips, he becomes disoriented, forgetful, and afraid. He is utterly devoted to his wife Maergarethe, though there are times when he doesn't remember exactly who she is. He is equally devoted to his young assistant Emilie Riebau, the daughter, the granddaughter he never got to have. During less stable moments however, he feels as if his mind, which was once so nimble, is somehow being taken from him and given to her. In those moments, he blames her, sometimes with angry shouts, sometimes in teary laments. Then the moment passes, and he begs her forgiveness.

He believes that death is oblivion, because for him it does not consume with a single gape-jawed gulp of darkness; rather it nibbles, taking his life away a piece at a time. A precious memory here, a few recent hours lost there. He knows what death is because the holes in his mind show him where it has already taken place for him.


H I S T O R Y

William was born as the third son of Sir James Dalrymple, Second Baronet of Hailes, in Midlothian, Scotland. It seemed unlikely that he would ever inherit his father's baronetcy, and he never had any interest in doing so. He was a solitary, bookish boy who found his happiness in the family library, or walking around the grounds with hand lens or microscope in hand, or pointing a telescope at the night sky.

At age 11, William's father died, and his eldest brother David inherited the Baronetcy. William entered Newcome's School, where he would get quality teaching, and the 25 year-old Third Baronet would not have to raise him. At 18, he entered Cambridge University as a student, and found his true home. After graduation, he returned to the Dalrymple estate and set up his own laboratory and workshop.

After several years of private research, he wrote Man the Machine, an illustrated comparative study of human anatomy and the current state of the art in mechanical automatons crafted in human form, including some novel design elements of his own. In it, he argued for Descartes' conception of biological bodies as highly sophisticated machines, and offered speculation on how the creation of a truly humanlike mechanical man might impact society. He also applied his mechanical knowledge to the development of an articulated crane for hoisting crates onto ships. For these contributions, he was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society at the age of 33.

During a fete he'd been invited to by one of his new friends, his attention was captured by the curious simmering hostility of a young woman with sunny blonde hair, toward the assembled Fellows. Somewhat awkwardly, he peeled off from them to try to talk to her, and find out why their discussion seemed to anger her. She was Maergarethe Anne Grace Kilpatrick, the youngest daughter of his host. A Romanticist who fancied herself a Druid priestess and student of the arcane, her beliefs could not have been more opposite to his own.

Oblivious to the smirks and snickers of the other Fellows, William spent the rest of the evening in lively debate with her, an intellectual fencing match that resulted in stalemate. He would come to call again, and again. On the first anniversary of their meeting, Maergarethe presented William with a challenge: he would take her side for their debate, and she his. He agreed. They drew their rapier wits and squared off. This debate ended not in stalemate, but in mutual conquest; when each saw their opponent arguing for their ideas as passionately and capably as each would have themselves, William and Margarethe both knew they had found The One. They were married a month later.

William took a post as Professor of Natural Philosophy at Cambridge. During teaching season, he and Maergarethe lived in a suite with a workshop and laboratory provided by the University. During off-seasons and sabbaticals, the couple traveled to the Dalrymple Estate in Midlothian. They settled into a comfortable rhythm, achieving neither great success nor great disgrace. Over the years, their contrasting philosophical positions gradually evolved toward greater degrees of overlap.

Occasionally, they would make longer journeys together, throughout the British Isles and to the Continent; William for scientific conferences and similar occasions, Maergarethe to study ancient megalithic structures and tombs in search of knowledge from their builders. William also took her on a voyage to the American colonies in order to asses the state of science and education there, while she sought contact with the indigenous people and made measurements of Mound Builder monuments.

This was by far their most dangerous adventure, as the Colonies erupted in revolt, and they had to dodge battles and skirmishes to reach the sea, and cross the Atlantic while their transport vessel sought to evade French naval patrols.

William and Maergarethe's love never faltered, though there was one shard of pain they had to share: their union produced no children. Unlike many of his peers, William never took a mistress. When Maergarethe cried because of her childlessness, William would console her by saying "I married you, not a brood of future children. I married you.

Old age slowly crept up on them, as is its way. In 1792, David died, and William's other older brother became the Fourth Baronet, who died eight years later in 1800. At the age of 60 and with no heirs of his own, William was no more interested in becoming Baronet than he had ever been, so he yielded the inheritance to his nephew James. A few years later, he had his first "lapse," finding himself at the dinner table without a recollection of the first half hour of his meal. At first, he and Margarethe tried to find a solution themselves. They pursued the paths of the emerging discipline of natural philosophy, as well as the herbal remedies and contemplative practices of Margarethe's older traditions.

After a couple years, William finally had to admit that he was getting worse as time went on, and that if he wanted to continue with his career, he would need an assistant. He went to London in search of a bright young man, and returned with a brighter, younger girl instead. Margarethe loved Emilie Riebau at first sight. Her lost dream had suddenly come true: a child in their home. William taught her natural philosophy, and the craft skills she would need to make scientific instruments and mechanical inventions. Margarethe taught her savoire faire, the social skills she would need to navigate among the upper classes.

As Emilie grew into her role, William slowly withered in his. At first she was an able helper and eager learner, bolstering his ability to continue his work and papering over his foibles. As the years passed, the work gradually became hers, with his part in the partnership shriveling to that of a human fig leaf for the young inventress. Even with his declining mind, William can see that not only does Emilie's genius burn hotter and brighter than his ever did, so does her ambition. She wants her inventions to change the world. In order for that to happen, she must get more money for research, and also, hopefully, the favorable attention of the British Empire's movers and shakers.

Toward this end, she has completed some of William's half-finished projects from prior years and added her own inventions to create an exhibition called Professor Dalrymple's Cabinet of Curiosities. Though William wants Emilie to succeed, he knows that their arrangement cannot last.
 
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Clara Morgan
12 || FEMALE || MISS


A P P E A R A N C E

Clara is short with a wiry build, and stronger than she looks. Properly shined-up, her dark brown hair forms lovely curls and waves, but she's more accustomed to having it pulled back into a greasy, limp ponytail and tied with a bit of twine, or hidden under a ragged boys' cap. Normally she wears an intensely serious, veiled expression that hides her emotions and thoughts. However, she can put on bright, adorable charm or piteous misery when necessary. She wears simple, basic, somewhat threadbare clothes provided for her by Mrs. Meriwether's Home for Girls.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

The core of Clara's personality is the grim determination she needs to survive. She is cunning and resourceful with a ruthless streak. Clara has no expectation of receiving genuine kindness from others, especially those of higher station or in authority. Instead, she views such people as marks to be pickpocketed, swindled or tricked for anything she can get out of them.

Clara is fiercely protective of other children weaker than herself, and isn't the least bit afraid to dish out black eyes and bruises to bullies on sight. For such children she becomes a caring big sister.

She likes hard-to-reach places: heights, small spaces, storm drains, places she can go and few can follow. Clara is fearless, perhaps too much so for her own good. She sees little realistic prospect for a happy future for herself, so why not risk it all for a big score, or just for the challenge?

She eagerly learns any potentially useful skill she can. So she'd go to the docks, watch the sailors work and tie their knots, and wheedle them into showing her how, watch back-street boxing matches through a crack in the fence so she could learn how to punch. Or sit in a desk at school struggling to master reading, cursive, and sums as she tries to catch up to students who hadn't spent most of their lives on the streets.


H I S T O R Y

Clara was born in the industrial slums of London, to an impoverished factory worker and his wife. When she was six, a cholera epidemic swept through her neighborhood. She barely survived; her parents didn't. Her landlord cast her out on the street. She was found by a fagin who took her in and taught her how to pick pockets and locks while sending her out to beg.

As she grew older, she learned more criminal skills, like how to climb to a third-story window and break in, how to shoplift, and how to cheat at cards. She became a kind of den-mother to the other children, and stood between them and the fagin when he got in an abusive mood.

When she was eleven, the police busted the fagin's crime ring. Clara was sent to an orphanage and workhouse called Mrs. Meriwether's Home for Girls. Rules were harsh, and punishment was brutal. The one bright spot in her life is that she gets to go to a charity school that is unusually well-funded for a school of its type. Some of her fellow students may chafe against their schooling, but for Clara the logic is simple: who reads, writes, and does sums? The powerful, that's who. So she grabs for learning in much the same way she grabs for food.

Recently, her life took a strange new turn. A mysterious, man--a lord--has hired her out of the orphanage to become a servant and companion for his daughter. Clara anticipates nothing good to come from some snobby, privileged lord's daughter. However, the girl is supposed to be around her age, so perhaps her capacities for cruelty and inflicting pain will be less than those of the staff at Mrs. Meriwether's. Furthermore, a lord's manor should be easier to escape...
 

Josephine Fitz
19 || female || miss


A P P E A R A N C E

Brunette curls hug her high cheekbones & her bangs brush gently above the brow bone, though the rest is a wild bramble of waves pinned at the highest point of her head. Her smile is contagious, eyes doe-like with innocence but the hazel coloring sparks warmth within even the coldest of suitors. Jo's lashes are dark and full, framing those large eyes of hers, pink blushed lips always parted in the softest of smiles, and skin a supple alabaster cream shade which is always flawless other than the little flecks of light brown freckles across her nose bridge. Her nose is upturned and dainty like all her other features. Every angle and line of her body is soft as if painted onto her by God himself, from her collarbones to her toes. She stands at a 5'3" but can easily knock a man to his knees if he's being sleazy.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

Jo is not your typical wallflower. Though she enjoys people watching and listening more than speaking, she is quick witted spitfire with a knack for cracking jokes to ease tension. When you get past the wallflower-ness and her fiery walls of defensiveness, she is extremely motherly, nurturing, and longs for a family to call her own. She prefers painting or horseback riding to dancing or singing, a good cup of tea to sweets, and tall, dark, handsome men to - well - everything else. She loves to throw a good party, enjoys the company of friends or family, and will put you down either verbally or physically if you insult her.


H I S T O R Y

Josephine doesn't have the fairytale lifestyle that many seem to live. Born to a Fair Cyprian (high classed prostitute) named Mary, with no idea of who the father could be, Jo was given up to live with Mary's elder parents and she was raised only knowing of them as her parents. Mary's mother, Margarette, was an exceptional housewife and cook. She taught a young Jo exactly how to be a mother & wife, all while maintaining a home. Mary's father, Albert, was a loving man when sober. On occasions when he would drink, he became very vulgar and violent. Especially after Margarette died that fateful night in December due to a accidental house fire. Albert blamed himself for the fire, never explaining to Jo why exactly he thought he was the one who caused it.


E X T R A

- loves to paint and is extremely talented at it
- also plays piano somewhat well
- enjoys horseback riding in her free time as well
- cant sing to save her life
- get flustered when speaking to someone she fancies, her cheeks go cherry red and she begins to stumble over words
- lover of animals

 
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Maergarethe Dalrymple
68 || FEMALE || LADY


A P P E A R A N C E

Maergarethe could be someone's gentle fairy godmother. Perhaps it is her smiling, wrinkled face or the twinkle in her eye. Or maybe it is the elaborate gowns she wears, with embroidered Celtic knotwork and a cut that hearkens to Arthurian myth rather than the day's fashion.

On certain days and times of the year, she can be seen in simple white robes and headdress embroidered with Druid symbols and spirals reminiscent of those found on ancient standing stones, presiding over Druid ceremonies with staff in hand.

Cross her though, and she can take on a rather imposing sternness, revealing an iron will that would not be broken over her long life, so don't bother trying now.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Maergarethe is one of the last of a dying breed: a Scottish clan matriarch who still adheres to the belief that she has an obligation to the people who work her modest land holdings, rather than viewing them as mere tenants to be removed from the land of their ancestors in the interest of increasing profits. Thus she has taken a firm stand against the Clearances and seeks to do all in her power to adapt the old ways to the challenges of the new modern world.

She is a stubborn non-conformist, proud of her Pagan Gaelic heritage, who refuses to bow to any notion of Anglo-Saxon superiority. She is mystical and intuitive, a lover of wild nature.

Maergarethe utterly despises conventional aristocratic garden culture. To her, it is an unconscionable waste, a way for the wealthy to say 'Look! I own so much land that I can plant vast tracts of it in useless trimmed grass, topiaries, and flower-beds while children starve in the streets!' Furthermore, she sees it as a vain project of demonstrating human control over nature, by pampered fools who do not have to do any of the work themselves. "The gardens of Versailles pale before the beauty of a meadow or a forest, and a forest does not need groundskeepers."

She loves children and animals, and will play with them shamelessly, within the limits imposed by her aging body.


H I S T O R Y

Maergarethe was the youngest daughter of Laird Connor Kirkpatrick. She was a tomboy wild-child who loved to run with the hounds, climb trees, and roughhouse with the children of the family's servants and tenants. When she was a little girl, her father went to war in support of Bonnie Prince Charlie, and returned from the Battle of Culloden missing a leg.

He became a naturalist, living a subdued life that kept him beneath the notice of the victorious English. Maergarethe adopted a similar fascination, but she was less interested in pinned butterfly collections and stuffed animal specimens from around the world than in butterflies and animals living in their natural state.

In her early teens, Maergarethe learned of the Druid Revival and became an enthusiastic convert. Her father was able to arrange beneficial marriages for her older brothers and sisters, so he could indulge her eccentricities even though they made her un-marriageable for all practical intents and purposes.

She reached the age of 25, no closer to finding a match than she had ever been, and seemed destined for spinsterhood. Then she had her first encounter with a newly-minted Fellow of the Royal Society named William Dalrymple at a fete her father held. Asked how she met the man who became her husband, Maergarethe will often reply, "We met in battle." It was not an exchange of cannonballs and grapeshot, but of argument and emotion, re-assembled and embellished remnants of ancient Druidry versus the emerging scientific materialism of the day.

Over time, fierce debate transmuted into love, and the pair were wed. They stayed at Oxford during the teaching season, then returned to the Dalrymple estate in Midlothian during the off season, though on occasion they made other travels. In pursuit of lost Druid knowledge, Maergarethe would seek out ancient megalithic structures; standing stones, temple-tombs, and dolmens. Taking on board some of her husband's scientific rigor, she made precise measurements and surveys of these monuments, while talking with the locals about their folklore and legends.

When her husband ventured to the Continent to attend scientific conferences, she went along, but sought out megaliths and cathedrals, knowing that the latter were often built atop ancient Pagan sacred sites. She found what she considered to be alignments that linked these ancient structures into a network, and claimed that this was evidence of a unified culture deep in pre-Classical antiquity.

Writing anonymously under the name 'Frater Ambrosius,' she published a book called The Druids' Web. In it she argued that in addition to their function as sacred sites and astronomical temples, ancient megalithic structures also served as navigational aids, pointing those with the requisite knowledge toward the next structure on their desired course, making it possible to navigate throughout the British Isles and Western Europe. She also proposed the hypothesis that ancient Druids may have been able to enter mystic states of consciousness and communicate with their fellows at other sites along these lines, as well as use the 'earth energies' these sites focused to increase the fertility of crop seeds.

This book remained obscure, of interest to a relative handful of antiquarians and mystics, but was scoffed at by the scientific community to the extent that they noticed its existence at all.

Maergarethe found a new inspiration when she read a book called Curious Dialogues with a Savage of Good Sense Who Has Travelled by Baron de la Hontan. This book purported to be a series of dialogues between a prominent Native American named Kandiaronk and the Baron, in which Kandiaronk issued harsh critiques of French, and by extension, European culture.

Coming to believe that the Native Americans might represent a living equivalent of the ancient megalith-builder culture of Europe, she began to ply her husband for a journey to the Colonies so she could meet them in person. Though William was less than enthusiastic about the prospects of such a hazardous sea voyage, he finally managed to get funding for a trip to assess the state of the sciences and education in the Colonies. The pair set off. While William busied himself in Philadelphia and Boston, Maergarethe finagled her way to visit the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) and Huron nations, and make measurements of Mound Builder sites.

Their expedition was cut short however, when the Colonies erupted in revolt against British rule. After a harrowing flight through a land at war, they managed to board a sloop bound for England, narrowly avoiding French naval patrols as they crossed the Atlantic. Maergarethe found their adventure delightfully thrilling...William, not so much.

While her learning was not much appreciated in mainstream society, it was welcomed within the more obscure circle of her Druid order, enabling her to rise through the initiatory ranks to become its Archdruidess.

Shortly after her return home, another event put an end to Maergarethe's wanderlust: the death of her father. She inherited a modest portion of his lands, enough to make her a Baronetess in her own right. Since her beliefs, and the teachings she'd learned from the Native Americans were rooted in connection to the land, she took this new responsibility with utmost seriousness.

By this time, the Highland Clearances were driving people from the land their ancestors had lived on for generations. Maergarethe called on her inventor husband to help her find ways to make it possible for her people to stay on the land and maintain their status as farmers instead of being reduced to impoverished, landless laborers.

While he made improvements in windmill design, and developed a "compost reactor" that could be attached to a house, and the heat the compost produced used to warm the house via an arrangement of air conduits, reducing the need for firewood, peat, or coal, Maergarethe started searching for ways to improve the quality of soil. Using a microscope to compare fertile and infertile soils, she followed her father's footsteps as a naturalist, but of the microscopic and underfoot.

She developed a system of agriculture that mimicked a forest, with orchard and evergreen trees planted over shrubs, berries, and legumes, with compost used to build soil. In addition, truffles and mushrooms were grown as cash crops. She has been able to stay a step ahead of the debt trap that has forced other landlords to seek various ways to expel "redundant" families from their land.

However, Maergarethe and William faced two predicaments that would not yield to any amount of cleverness: the first, was that she could not produce an heir. The second arose as the couple entered old age: William began having lapses of memory and attention that worsened over time. He went to London to find an assistant, and returned with a brilliant young girl named Emilie Riebau.

Maergarethe loved Emilie at first sight. While she eagerly learned science and mechanics from William, Maergarethe taught her the skills she would need to navigate high society, and sought to share her love of nature. Though Emilie is not their child, in many respects she has grown to become a synthesis of the two, seeking to integrate their differing viewpoints into a harmonious whole.

Watching Emilie grow into young womanhood, Maergarethe hopes to "nudge" her toward finding a match as perfect as the one she found in William. With any luck, the right young man will make it possible for Emilie to continue as a scientist and inventor, and the new couple could take her place as protectors of her landholdings and people.



 
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Micah Snow
27 || CIS-MALE || VISCOUNT


A P P E A R A N C E

Micah is fairly tall, standing at 6'1'', though his features are mostly soft, his jaw and muscles lacking any real definition. He has rounded, thick eyebrows, paired with slightly discoloured hazel eyes, though usually only his left is visible (and even then, it is usually closed). His dark hair has a slight curl to it, impossible to fix on most days and he mostly leaves it to rest over his right eye, having it cover the scar that cracks open his skin, the healed wound a puckered, angry red against his fair complexion. He is usually seen with his cane, wearing clothing made of materials that he finds pleasant.


P E R S O N A L I T Y

It can be difficult to describe Micah, even when one is friends with him... Especially when one knows him well. To most, he is quite unassuming, a quiet and curious listener: the type to ask all sorts of questions about yourself, earnestly wanting to know the answers, yet by the end of the conversation, you realize he did not say a single thing about himself. Micah is quite fascinated with talking to people, seeking out interesting conversations where he can find them, though his disdain for the judgmental and ignorant is very visible. He is open and vocal about not minding if he associates with more unsavoury characters, uncaring if it gives him a bad reputation.

Micah is a flirt, through and through, happy to sleep with anyone that piques his interest. His main hobbies besides securing secret invitations into attractive men's bedchambers are dressing up in drag (mostly privately, sometimes out in public with a trusted comrade under the false name Patience) and attending social gatherings.

He has a nosy cat that he is quite fond of named Snowling. He sometimes calls him Honourable Duke Snowling the 8th, because poking fun at titles is yet another fascinating pastime of his.


H I S T O R Y

Micah Snow was born blind. His mother insisted the wet nurse take care of him for nearly his entire childhood, unwilling to touch the baby whose eyes would move lazily and incorrectly, the pupils discoloured. When a quack surgeon arrived at the Snow estate, hearing the news of the viscount's invalid son, he offered an experimental surgery that would surely miraculously fix the eyes of their failure son. His mother agreed immediately, leading to Micah going under the knife at a young age, though of course, the surgery did not do anything except scar his face horribly. The surgeon disappeared after bandaging up the young one's face, never to be seen again.

And so Micah continued through life, scarred and more interested in women's clothing than in studying the books that he could not see. He was eventually sent away to stay with distant relatives in the country side for many of his teenage years, which was where he picked up his habit of sleeping with men for fun. He eventually returned to his parent's domain when he was informed that his father had passed away, leaving him to inherit his titles and land, being the eldest son. Despite the tense relationship that he has with his mother and his two twin younger sisters, Emma and Maria, he continues his father's work, albeit much less efficiently, since he finds that there are more interesting things to do with his time.