Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489 
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 30, 2016 12:06:16 GMT -8
When Lady Genevieve St. James of Fails in settled in Fletcher, Aozora, she brought with her only the servants necessary and what she could carry in two carriages.
As they had scouted for a place to make her home, they found a gentle slipping hill with a view of the town, not so far from the Shepherd's meadows. The view of Fletcher, and the brazen beauty of a land untamed inspired the elderly Geneveieve, and with her magic, she made this beautiful home.
It has 6 bedroom suites with walk in closets and bathing rooms and 4 traditional bedrooms, a library, a study, a dining room, a music salon attached to a ballroom, two sitting rooms, a sun room, a large cellar, a large kitchen, and a basement.
Behind the home, called Deuxcoeurs Hall, is a sizeable lawn with a Gauldish garden for walking and viewing pleasure to its immediate right and framed around the back, where the cotton fields could be seen in the distance. To the left of the lawn is the hall's personal garden and greenhouse, filled with vegetables and herbs and the plants necessary to make the eyes Genevieve uses on her clothes.
Near the manor in their own buildings is a handsome stable and barn, as well as a small smithy and carpentry.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Nov 8, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
When the time arrived for the agreed-upon dinner with Monsieur von der Gilleman, the plantation was made warm with lamp light, inviting and approachable. Lady Genevieve was settled in the front parlor, and she waited patiently for Leonid von der Gilleman to arrive. Vivienne was with her, and they were quietly discussing. The lamb that Gilleman had given to Vivienne as thanks for the preserves and tarts Vivienne had given on behalf of Lady Genevieve was settled at Lady Genevieve's feet much like a dog. It had been outfitted with a collar and given a name -- Armand. |
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Leonid von der Gilleman
Established
Memory failing, a body ailing, what curse do I carry?
Roleplay posts: 19 
Age: 41
Physical Description: Frail and 6 feet tall, little can be seen behind his mask but light blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A thick tunic, pants, hood and thick bandages covering all else. He always wears a mask outlining his face, and has a blessed chainmail over him. He usually walks with a gilded shepherd's crook, Shepherd's axe, and an ornate long-degen.
Registered: Oct 27, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -8
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Post by Leonid von der Gilleman on Nov 9, 2016 8:24:33 GMT -8
A pitch black coach would arrive with identically black horses pulling it, and a different Guard as the coachman; a younger lad with chainmail over a balaclava and a monocle on his left eye. When it finally came to a halt the Guard hopped off and opened the door for Gilleman to walk out. It was a few moments before cautiously he stepped out, his chasing left arm still holding his gilded Shepherding staff.
Helping the man along for a little the Guard eventually had to run back and take the Coach away, but not before a shady man in a black cloak with a plague doctor's mask slipped out. The doctor waited patiently outside for... something. A moment later Gilleman knocked on the door politely, waiting to be let in. He had an antiquated wine bottle in hand as a gift.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Nov 13, 2016 20:13:31 GMT -8
A middle aged butler opened the door and bowed his head. "Good evening, monsieurs," he said and tried not to be disconcerted by the plague doctor mask. Indeed, he was letting two men into the sparsely but tastefully decorated plantation home and he already made a mental note to inform the guards. "May I take any coats, gloves, or scarves you may have worn this evening, gentlemen?" He asked with all the polished politeness one would expect of a butler.
Once that interaction was finished, he led them toward the parlor where Genevieve and Vivienne would be waiting, along with Armand. The doors opened, the Butler announced their arrival, and Vivienne helped the handsomely dressed older woman to her feet.
Lady Genevieve looked, perhaps, as if she might have been a beauty over half a century ago. Her eyes were still pretty, if droopy at their corners, and the shape of her face was sweet. Her snow white hair was bound at the nape of her neck with a ribbon,and her gown was very well made. She leaned heavily on a cane.
Vivienne, in contrast, was quite lovely and still young, yet dark haired and fresh faced.
"Thank you, LaRue," Genevieve said to the butler. Armand the Lamb rose to its feet, its rest disturbed and gave a soft bleat. "Welcome to my home, gentlemen," she said to those that were both eerily masked, smiling at them in a way that suggested the woman was still holding a great sadness in her heart but was nonetheless pleased to make their acquaintances. "I am Lady Genevieve."
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Leonid von der Gilleman
Established
Memory failing, a body ailing, what curse do I carry?
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 41
Physical Description: Frail and 6 feet tall, little can be seen behind his mask but light blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A thick tunic, pants, hood and thick bandages covering all else. He always wears a mask outlining his face, and has a blessed chainmail over him. He usually walks with a gilded shepherd's crook, Shepherd's axe, and an ornate long-degen.
Registered: Oct 27, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -8
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Post by Leonid von der Gilleman on Nov 14, 2016 19:42:06 GMT -8
Legs shaking the Shepherd denied the aid with a wave, whilst the Plague Doctor gave a tartan scarf, a tattered but surprisingly heavy coat, and a flat brimmed hat now revealing the whole of his head covered in a fine ceramic connecting to his mask. Be it to keep disease out or to keep an identity within, he had no skin showing almost like Leonid at this point in time. He quickly turned to the man he was to care for and pulled up one of Leonid's white gloves over his identically pale coat covering some clearly burned, scarred, rash covered and discoloured skin.
As the two walked to meet Lady Genevieve the Doctor unscrewed a green translucent bottle and pressed it to where Gilleman lost his covers for a moment, soaking his clothes momentarily but the liquid quickly left sight. As though nothing had happened (despite the fact that the women would have seen the last part of the men's actions) they bowed in perfect unison albeit with the Doctor looking to his left to make sure this was so. Vivienne as one who had dealt with him before might notice that Leonid had some new engravings in his mask, along with the features of it being more cheery and lively. Strangely the eye slits would still be perfectly fitting to his eyes, despite this change in the owner's mask. "A pleasure and an honour to see you, Frau Genevieve und Vivienne." He walked over to them once again in perfect synchronization with his Doctor (who now stopped) less shaky legged with each step. He leaned over and kissed the hand of first Genevieve, and then Vivienne. If they were paying attention they would feel lips, cracked though slightly moist rather than cold steel making contact with their hands. The Doctor did no such thing knowing full well that he is a tradesman.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Nov 18, 2016 9:33:31 GMT -8
She would be lying if Genevieve said that she wasn't a little intimidated by the appearance of the plague doctor and Leonid. The masks were unsettling, but true to Vivienne's passionate defense of her mistress, Genevieve remained calm. She had seen greater ugliness -- of the body, of the heart, and of the soul.
Lady Genevieve laughed lightly when Leonid kissed her hand, a blush blossoming on the kindly old woman's cheeks. "I assure you the pleasure is all mine," she said, her Gauldish accent light and dancing on her words. As soon as her warm blue eyes took in Leonid, they turned to his plague doctor. She offered her hand to him as well -- not to kiss, but to shake. Once that was done, she gestured to her very pretty companion. "Monsieur von der Gilleman, you've already met Lady Vivienne. Sir, this is my cherished companion." Genevieve introduced Vivienne to the plague doctor.
A small bah! came from behind them, Armand roused from his nap, and the little lamb with the charming collar moved to greet its former master, making both of the women laugh lightly.
"I don't believe dinner is ready just yet, but please, have a seat! Make yourselves comfortable," Genevieve continued on, gesturing to her charming and tasteful parlor. Once they were seated, the woman spoke again. "Thank you for Armand," Genevieve said to Gilleman, one hand on her fashionable and feminine cane. "He is a treasure."
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Leonid von der Gilleman
Established
Memory failing, a body ailing, what curse do I carry?
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 41
Physical Description: Frail and 6 feet tall, little can be seen behind his mask but light blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A thick tunic, pants, hood and thick bandages covering all else. He always wears a mask outlining his face, and has a blessed chainmail over him. He usually walks with a gilded shepherd's crook, Shepherd's axe, and an ornate long-degen.
Registered: Oct 27, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -8
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Post by Leonid von der Gilleman on Nov 18, 2016 15:13:20 GMT -8
The Plague Doctor looks at Genevieve's hand as though it was a pressure plate to the largest trap ever, the fact he is looking only revealed by the bird-mask turning to face it. Every so often it would twitch before returning to a resting position and he would wave his own hand to show that he was not willing to shake her hand. "Nein." he said, and that was that. The two would once again in perfect unison sit down, and cross one leg over the other. The only difference was that the Shepherd put his crook on his lap. As Leonid began to speak, he would start scratching the lamb under it's chin as he had always done before. "Yes, he is wonderful. All of my children are." He finally looked up his head slowly craning to the side. "Do you have children, Frau Genevieve?" he asked, and looked to Vivienne in case she already had some. "Real ones, not like 'Armand.'" Now his head craned down, yet all the time he kept an impassive voice. "I used to have some. Not anymore." Then his head would rise to look left and right for their response. Clearly, today he was not wholly bonkers. The whole time the Plague Doctor would not make a single move, not even breathing. His hands would be together as though in prayer right under his mask's beak.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Nov 22, 2016 14:03:41 GMT -8
If the kindly old woman felt insulted by the Plague Doctor's reaction, she covered it well. She merely just took her hand away and kept on with the conversation with the man that was willing to have it.
Seated, comfortable, waiting for a dinner that was just about to be prepared, Genevieve took a small, imperceptible breath at Leonid's question, and Vivienne's hazel eyes glanced at her as well. She refrained from reaching out however, and Genevieve smoothly came over the pain that arrowed in her heart at the mention of children so one almost couldn't tell that there was any hiccup at all.
The smile on Genevieve's face was soft, and her beautiful blue-purple eyes were just a little sadder now. "No," she said in her gently accented voice, "I do not have any children." And it was true. "We are alike in that," she said with a small, warm chuckle. "That is why I am so grateful for Armand. He has taken very well to the household, and I think the household has taken very well to him."
Genevieve moved the topic forward in a natural rhythm, so the subject of children -- and her guilt, and her unworthiness, and the darker emotions that threaten to crawl up her spine and choke her heart -- were left behind. "Have you been settled in Fletcher for very long, Monsieur? Vivienne told me beautiful things of your home."
She was not acknowledging the Plague Doctor, for the Plague Doctor had made it clear he was not there to be spoken to or entertained.
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Leonid von der Gilleman
Established
Memory failing, a body ailing, what curse do I carry?
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 41
Physical Description: Frail and 6 feet tall, little can be seen behind his mask but light blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A thick tunic, pants, hood and thick bandages covering all else. He always wears a mask outlining his face, and has a blessed chainmail over him. He usually walks with a gilded shepherd's crook, Shepherd's axe, and an ornate long-degen.
Registered: Oct 27, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -8
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Post by Leonid von der Gilleman on Nov 23, 2016 13:31:22 GMT -8
He remained completely motionless, almost as if dead while listening to her tale. "Oh how I pity you. To see flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood dying, to hear their death throes, to see a culmination of life effort disappear to never be recovered. It is a torture few can endure, one which I can only live past thanks to a failing mind." he said, shaking his head sadly. A tear rolled down the mask as he stared to the ground and looked up once more.
When she asked her question he looked to the Plague Doctor who leaned over and would appear to whisper something to the man. Leonid settled back in his seat and said "I have been here but a month I am told. You're lucky Frau Genevieve, you caught me in one of my short spells of... partial sanity. I look forward to dinner, I hope it does not end in the middle of it." There would be a slight creaking noise as his mask slowly moved into something closer to a smile than impassiveness, the metal bending before the eyes of all present. "But as your folk say, 'c'est la vie.' We must make the most of what we have at our disposal right now, I will try to muster what strength this horrible body can and make this a nice evening." With his smile finally formed, he leaned back a little further in his chair. "Have you been here long? I was surprised another person of your social standing would choose to be here. In fact, the unlikelihood of someone high in social status being here is the exact reason I chose this place." he said, not going into detail about why something like that would be useful to him.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Nov 23, 2016 17:36:44 GMT -8
Genevieve had nothing to say to his remarks about children and the missing of them. The failing of them. Vivienne reached out and put a hand over Genevieve's own old one, and in response Genevieve gripped it reassuringly.
It was one of the reasons why Genevieve moved the conversation on to another direction, for which Leonid also answered after a brief and quiet commentary from his doctor.
Genevieve was momentarily confused by Leonid's chosen words. Partial sanity? Was he trying to hint, in his way, that they should hurry along and get to dinner? She didn't have very long to think on this before Leonid had continued on, quoting the famous Gauldish phrase back at her and once again warning her that his strength and sanity were dwindling as they sat here.
She chose to remain ever polite, however.
"I am sure dinner will be served soon, and thank you again for traveling to see me. I do not get to travel very often these days, either. The journey from Travere alone was a very long one," Genevieve sympathized, a little smile on her face as there was on her warmed words.
"I was not born a lady, monsieur," Genevieve explained. "The title was given to me upon Queen Arianne's return to Travere after having disappeared for 10 months. I am her sister, you see, and it is against Gauldish tradition for the Godmother of the Crown Prince of Gauldin to be someone common." Genevieve laughed at the silliness of it all and lightly shook her head before there was a gentle knock at the door.
LaRue, the Butler, came in and announced that dinner was ready. "Ah, oui, we have been waiting, non?" Vivienne helped Genevieve up to her feet, then linked her arm with hers as she led the woman out the door and toward a small dining room where places were set at the table; Genevieve at the head, Leonid just to her right, Vivienne to her left, and the doctor to Leonid's right.
Once they were seated, they were served; a wholesome and hearty meal in the style of provincial Gauldin, not ornate and luxurious but truly a meal of well-seasoned and created comfort food.
"Have you always kept sheep?" Genevieve asked as they ate. "Or is there something about the peaceful existence of the flock that helps you with your mind?" It was truly a question born of genuine curiosity.
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Leonid von der Gilleman
Established
Memory failing, a body ailing, what curse do I carry?
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 41
Physical Description: Frail and 6 feet tall, little can be seen behind his mask but light blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A thick tunic, pants, hood and thick bandages covering all else. He always wears a mask outlining his face, and has a blessed chainmail over him. He usually walks with a gilded shepherd's crook, Shepherd's axe, and an ornate long-degen.
Registered: Oct 27, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -8
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Post by Leonid von der Gilleman on Nov 24, 2016 14:52:33 GMT -8
He listened to her, slowly nodding every so often to show that he had not fallen asleep or lost interest. As he followed her to eat he would say "Oh by the heraldry of most places in the world one is a noble the moment someone in their family marries a noble. It works retrospectively too." Having said his part he sat down at the table with the Doctor. The Doctor would simply once again put his finger tips together to form an arch from his hands. Leonid however, would be a whole lot more interesting. After giving thanks to the gods, he would casually put his wineglass to the metal lips of his mask, and somehow the wine would slowly be depleted. Whenever both Genevieve and Vivienne blinked, somehow the amount of food would also have decreased, and the two women may have noticed a residual blur of movement from the man. When she asked if he always kept sheep he put his utensils down and sighed. "I do not remember. I may have, or I may have had Shepherds under me. I am quite certain I was rich, hence the 'von der' prior to my name so I doubt it. They help me cope with it all, however, I know you are right there."
Taking his fork and knife up once more and eating a little he would pose his own question. "What might I ask, do you seek in Fletcher?"
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Nov 27, 2016 13:15:48 GMT -8
"Is that how nobility works in other countries?" Genevieve asked, genuinely curious. "Interesting. I've never heard of such a thing. But this is truly the farthest I've ever traveled from my homeland," Genevieve said with a slight laugh to herself.
Vivienne continued to eat politely where she was seated, directly across from Leonid. Her own eyes kept glancing to his mask, watching the way it seemed to move with his face. She wondered what was beneath it. Her gaze occasionally glanced over to the Plague Doctor as well, wondering how he might eat given the large nose but it didn't seem that he was going to partake.
Genevieve thought for a moment on an answer to the question. "Well," she said, her voice lightly perfumed with her Gauldish accent, "I think I came to find peace. I am guilty of my share of sins, as are most. I'm not sure that I can seek absolution from them, but I can at least perhaps find some measure of tranquility."
She spoke as she ate, sipping and chewing politely in between her sentences, calling no attention to Leonid's odd mannerisms, or that of his doctor. Servants occasionally leaned forward to put additionally servings on plates of certain dishes, should they be requested, or to refill wine glasses.
"I used to own a boutique in the Free City of Isra. It was very successful. To put it simply, I have a talent for weaving magic into clothing, making them enchanted items. It was my passion, really, or one of them. I met a great many of interesting people while I was there. Have you been to Isra?"
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Leonid von der Gilleman
Established
Memory failing, a body ailing, what curse do I carry?
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 41
Physical Description: Frail and 6 feet tall, little can be seen behind his mask but light blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A thick tunic, pants, hood and thick bandages covering all else. He always wears a mask outlining his face, and has a blessed chainmail over him. He usually walks with a gilded shepherd's crook, Shepherd's axe, and an ornate long-degen.
Registered: Oct 27, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -8
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Post by Leonid von der Gilleman on Nov 27, 2016 17:46:00 GMT -8
The masked shepherd shrugged when she asked about how the nobility worked. "It does as far as I remember, although I cannot for sure say where I am from." More or less satisfied he put his utensils together to show that he was done eating but enjoyed the wine a little longer. "We are all guilty of sins. I have forgotten mine, which I suppose is a form of absolution if you believe me to be a new man. You should not hate yourself for it all, I have several times felt so horrible - or at least so I imagine - but learned to accept fate and just deal with it all. I'm sure you have heard people say that life is too short to worry, but that is not the truth. The truth is that nobody cares. Nobody will care for what happens to you or me the moment we run out of money, we are just a pot of gold. Empty husks that should make use of our affluence until we can no longer." he looked to his feet, a little ashamed. "I am sorry, I do not know what came over me. I am sorry." he said, with a weary sigh. "Regardless, I think you should stop with the self-pity. If you had true sins done you would not be where you are now. At best you would be a half-person like me."
He chuckled a little when asked if he had ever been to Isra. "No, it's not the sort of place for me. Too many people of a quality too poor, no offence to them." When she spoke of her profession he made a humming noise of intrigue. "That sounds very interesting. I would definitely buy clothes from such a place. Do you still use your gifts for such a thing? It sounds like it would be a marvel to see personally." he said, looking into the depth of his glass. "When I am capable of thought, it gets oh so boring on the manor. I get left nothing to do." he said, looking back to her for a response.
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Sheriff Reagan Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Average to Above Average Height
Average build
White hair
Caucasian
Dashing
Clothes and Equipment: Zebra print Stetson hat, White jacket with leopard print upper torso and sleeves, Leopard print scarf, 5-point star badge, black trousers, Spurs on boots
Wand, Lasso
Registered: Oct 17, 2016 12:06:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sheriff Reagan Fletcher on Dec 2, 2016 14:26:21 GMT -8
The Sheriff rode to Deuxcoeurs Plantation to check up on the woman that owns it. He hoped he could meet with Genevieve.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 4, 2016 18:44:33 GMT -8
Vivienne sucked in a breath when Leonid urged Genevieve to stop with her "self-pity." She glanced at Genevieve's aged face, but she seemed serene, and even smiled gently at the words Leonid was using.
"We all have our battles, Monsieur," Genevieve said, "and for many different reasons. I leave the struggle of my peace between myself and the higher spirit." She drank a little bit of her wine, and then motioned for one of the footmen to come and take it away as she was finished. She had pecked at her food and had eaten little, but that didn't seem to be out of the norm for the elderly woman, whom the servants seemed to genuinely appreciate and take care of her.
"Oh, no," Genevieve laughed lightly, a little blush to the apples of her weathered cheeks, even though the change of conversation put a sparkle in her bonnie blue eyes. "No, I haven't worked my craft in some time. Although... coming to Fletcher. It's... it's increased my curiosity to perhaps begin again. As you've said, there is much down time in this little town." Her Gauldish accent was light and dancing on her words.
"Vivienne tells me that you paint, however. Does that not take up much of your time?"
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Registered: Nov 16, 2024 18:48:02 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 18:47:59 GMT -8
Vivienne was on the wide front porch of the elegant home, sitting in a swing and working on some needlepoint when she heard the call from the gatehouse that someone was approaching. She looked up, her beautiful gaze looking down the lane and saw as a rider approached on his horse.
She stood, and when she was able to recognize the figure, she gave a gentle order to a servant who swept inside. Vivienne tucked stray strands of her brunette hair behind her ear, and then drifted toward the wide steps that came up to the home-front porch.
"Good day, Sheriff," she said with a smile and a curtsy. "How can we help you today?"
The day was bright, and the smell of pear blossoms was in the air, wafting its way from the orchards. THe blossoms on the beautiful plant life around the manor were in bloom and the wind was singing softly through the leaves of the trees that lined the way there.
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Leonid von der Gilleman
Established
Memory failing, a body ailing, what curse do I carry?
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 41
Physical Description: Frail and 6 feet tall, little can be seen behind his mask but light blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A thick tunic, pants, hood and thick bandages covering all else. He always wears a mask outlining his face, and has a blessed chainmail over him. He usually walks with a gilded shepherd's crook, Shepherd's axe, and an ornate long-degen.
Registered: Oct 27, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -8
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Post by Leonid von der Gilleman on Dec 5, 2016 14:05:59 GMT -8
The masked man shrugged when she told her that she wanted to keep on with the remorse and sorrow. "It's your choice, but know that it does nobody any good. Such a pity and hate of the past is almost as debilitating as my ailments." The man leaned back, scratching his eyes with his left hand. "I have memories of dealing with such a thing, I only remember enough to know I should have gotten on with my life." Point more or less made he let the attendants take his plates and such. Despite being so sickly and only eating when those present where not aware he was, it seemed he had quite the appetite.
He let his mask slowly creak into impassiveness when she said she did not do her work anymore. "Oh." he muttered. "I was looking forward to a demonstration." he said, clearly upset. When she asked about him painting he looked to the man who came with him curiously and then back at Genevieve. "Perhaps I do. I reckon it does not, considering the adoration I have for my sheep. When I am about in this state of sanity, I really just sit around the house; it feels so horrible to be working on something, then for a sudden skip in time to be felt, only to realise it is days later and what I was doing is for naught. At best I practice some music, poem reading, so on and so forth."
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Sheriff Reagan Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Average to Above Average Height
Average build
White hair
Caucasian
Dashing
Clothes and Equipment: Zebra print Stetson hat, White jacket with leopard print upper torso and sleeves, Leopard print scarf, 5-point star badge, black trousers, Spurs on boots
Wand, Lasso
Registered: Oct 17, 2016 12:06:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sheriff Reagan Fletcher on Dec 6, 2016 11:23:55 GMT -8
Vivienne was on the wide front porch of the elegant home, sitting in a swing and working on some needlepoint when she heard the call from the gatehouse that someone was approaching. She looked up, her beautiful gaze looking down the lane and saw as a rider approached on his horse. She stood, and when she was able to recognize the figure, she gave a gentle order to a servant who swept inside. Vivienne tucked stray strands of her brunette hair behind her ear, and then drifted toward the wide steps that came up to the home-front porch. "Good day, Sheriff," she said with a smile and a curtsy. "How can we help you today?" The day was bright, and the smell of pear blossoms was in the air, wafting its way from the orchards. THe blossoms on the beautiful plant life around the manor were in bloom and the wind was singing softly through the leaves of the trees that lined the way there. "Evenin' miss. Just checkin' in, How's the mistress of the house doing? I was just next door and the Mister Gilleman wasn't there." Reagan tipped his zebra-print hat at the young lady as he addressed her. |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Dec 8, 2016 7:59:29 GMT -8
Genevieve only smiled gently, the warmth of the gesture reaching her eyes. Dinner was cleared, and dessert was set forth -- light and creamy eclairs, Genevieve's favorite. He wouldn't know, of course, that this was a special occasion, even for her. She had too many memories surrounding the sweets and enjoying them with someone else... but she was healing, in a manner of speaking. It was easier to do things, see things, hear things, feel things, taste things... it was getting easier to live, not so much because she had forgiven herself, but rather she had learn to "deal with it."
"Well..." Genevieve began, the confection in front of her made with a light, buttery pastry, its top coating with a still-warm chocolate icing, and inside a sweet but slightly tangy peach custard, paired perfectly with the desert wine now poured for them in the traditionally smaller glasses. "... the Holly Season is upon us... perhaps I could try my hand again. A gift for you. Perhaps a scarf, or gloves," she said, forming the idea even as she spoke. "Perhaps even made from the wool of the sheep you so love? Mm, perhaps not..."
"What about Armand's coat? If he is to stay inside the house where it's warm, or if a sweater was even knit for him, you could make a scarf for Monsieur von der Gilleman," Vivienne suggested where she sat, her voice as accented at Genevieve's, but much more pretty given the beauty of youth Vivienne was still enjoying.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 18:48:02 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 10:58:39 GMT -8
(Apologies, Sheriff... I didn't realize that you were intending to post into the dinner scene. We'll have to retcon a few things. Vivienne would not have been sitting on the porch. The Sheriff is arriving in the dark of night, after the usual dinner hours. There would have been no one on the porch, but the Butler would have seen the sheriff's approach from the window and would have opened the door to speak to the sheriff. The sheriff would be now speaking to the Butler, who would have stepped out of the house and closed the door behind him)
"Lady Genevieve is doing well, thank you, Sheriff," the Butler said in his poised tones. "She and Monsieur von der Gilleman are enjoying dinner with Miss Vivienne, and Monsieur's guest. Did you have a message you wanted to pass along, Sheriff?"
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