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 May 23, 2017 7:16:02 GMT -8
"A welcome nuisance," she corrected him with a smile. She gestured that he follow her to the Gauldish doors that led out onto a wide patio. The outside was beautiful as the inside, as well manicured Gauldish gardens greeted him, pathways and lovers nooks visible from where they stood. The patio itself was furnished with furniture and flower pots, but she moved to another set of doors that led into a loooong room that ran the rest of the length of the house. There were huge portraits hung on the inner wall, as large windows faced the outside. It was the gallery. A smaller table, able to seat 8 rather than the table that could seat 42 in the Grand Dining Room, was off to the side and set with dinner, enough for Genevieve and her guest and not so ostentatious but obviously well made. They took their seat and a couple servants poured their wine and presented the silver domes off their food, then were quietly dismissed by the Lady of the House. Genevieve and Raoul Ferdinand chatted easily back and forth as sunset creeped into the Gallery, washing everything in gold. A servant briefly came in to light the candles on the table, simply because Genevieve had forgotten to do it herself and it seemed that these servants... these servants were used to treating Genevieve like a fragile doll and seemed protective and concerned for her, these facts given away in small, subtle hints if Raoul was watching. A pleasant darkness had fallen. Lanterns had been lit in the gardens to make them not nearly as dark, and the candelabra were lit to illuminate the portraits that lined all the way down the hall. Genevieve rose from the table, and mentioned taking a walk down the Gallery. As they began, she set the pace... an easy, almost lazy stroll. Her hands were loosely held behind her back. "Do you think you would mind living here, Raoul? I know it is a sudden question to ask, and an odd arrangement. I realize now that it may not be what you want and I don't want you to think that you are obligated to stay here," Genevieve said, her voice gentle as it seemed the night had settled soft and gentle around them.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 23, 2017 12:20:21 GMT -8
Raoul noticed how the staff treated Lady Genevieve St. James , but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he enjoyed the pleasant meal and even more pleasant chat. It was riddled with flirtations and compliments, of course, but nothing too intrusive. It was better food than he was used to, but by this point, anything less would have been surprising. The walk in candlelit gallery was even more pleasant. With the sun down, the temperature was settling into a pleasant sort of coolness that seemed especially suited to this sort of thing, in his mind. He almost couldn’t have engineered things better if he had tried. “Live here? Among the splendor and beauty of your estate? With such good company? It is an odd arrangement, as you say, but how could I say no?”
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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 May 23, 2017 21:15:17 GMT -8
She shot him a little look, as if over the last few hours, she might have come to know him better than the daring rogue he usually presented himself as. "I know what it is like to feel trapped by obligation," Genevieve said to Raoul as they passed a portrait of a stern looking man in a red uniform, looking down his hawkish but extremely aristocratic nose. "I may have used a bit of emotional guilt to lure you here," Genevieve admitted, laughing sheepishly as she looked away from the handsome, much-younger (or so she felt) man to look at the next coming portrait of a distinguished older woman holding glasses by a long golden stem to her gaze.
"It would be nice to share a home with someone again," Genevieve admitted to him. "Sometimes when I am here in this big house I feel as if..." as if I tried too hard to compensate for a loss that will never, ever be filled again. "... there is just too much room!" She held out her hands for a moment and tried to laugh off her pause.
"If you were to move here, I would want you to feel as if you are comfortable here. There are only a few things in this house that I am actually attached to, but otherwise, you can make changes as you would like them," Genevieve told him, passing along now to a portrait of a family of 4 boys, a father, a mother, and a tiny little girl.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 23, 2017 22:02:52 GMT -8
“No, Genevieve. You used charm and candor and friendship to lure me here.” He shook his head at the idea that Lady Genevieve St. James had guilted him to stay. He told himself that it wouldn’t have worked if she had tried. That it was more likely to have driven him away than to keep him, in fact. But he wasn’t actually sure of that. Something about the woman inspired him to care. To genuinely wish her well. And to want to be around her more. “I don’t know what I might change. I haven’t got two dozen large portraits of my ancestors back four or five generations to insist on a hall to hang them, I think. No pianos or fine tables or canopy beds, either. I might have one of those grand chandeliers tucked into my boot in case of emergencies, but I doubt I will have need of it here.” He laughed and winked to her, stopping to look at the family portrait. “I might find a memento or two to set out. This way you will remember I am here, even if we become lost in the vast reaches of the house and cannot find one another for a few days. Who are these people? Your family, no?”
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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 May 26, 2017 6:07:19 GMT -8
She appreciated his charm, and knew that he was once again reassuring her. The enchantress felt a little ridiculous. Her self esteem was low, her insecurities so high after everything that had happened. The last thing she ever wanted to be was a burden unto anyone else, yet she found herself constantly wondering and even saying that she might be. That Raoul Ferdinand went to such lengths to assure her otherwise only made her like him more. She smiled at him, a grateful thing, and turned to look at the portrait he'd indicated. Her smile went a little frozen, but she forced it to thaw and stepped a little closer to Raoul as she looked up at the potrait. "This is my sister's family," she told Raoul in the peaceful quiet of the gallery, night a dark swirl outside. She gestured to the portrait. "That is Arianne in her mother's lap," she said, casually referencing the Queen of Gauldin, "and her brothers, her mother the Duchess DeMarcier.... and her father, the Duke." Arianne's father. Genevieve's father.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 26, 2017 10:17:35 GMT -8
When she stepped closer, Raoul reached over, lightly placing his hand on @genvieve’s shoulder. He nodded as he listened to her explain who was who in the family portrait. Of course, she was a noble. He might have guessed one of the lower ranks than that, but… wait. Did she say Arianne? Arianne, as in the queen of Gauldin? DeMarcier… holy shit, is she the queen’s sister? Her aunt? Keep it cool, Raoul. Don’t say anything stupid.
“Oh. I see. You are not close, then, I think?”
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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 May 26, 2017 21:22:16 GMT -8
Genevieve stiffened momentarily at the touch of Raoul Ferdinand's hand at her shoulder, but her uneasiness melted away. It seemed that Raoul had finally lurred the pretty bird to at least sit upon his fingers, if not entirely in his palm. Her gaze was on the portrait, at the young faces put there. The Duke looked austere and commanding, as if he were king. "No," Genevieve said as she looked at them. "I was born after Arnaud, but before Garcon," she said, gesturing to two brothers that looked as if they were in the middle. "I was never close to my brothers, and I only became close to Arianne after I had married and..." she caught herself and cleared her throat a bit. "And had settled. She was fourteen, I think, and reached out to me to write me letters against our father's wishes, and most obviously against her mother's." Our father. Her mother.
She turned her blue eyes onto Raoul. "Do you have any family?"
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 27, 2017 8:24:41 GMT -8
Our father. Her mother. That explained rather a lot more. A painful string of words, and hard for her to say, most likely. Lady Genevieve St. James had been through a lot. A great deal of suffering. Then a husband that saved her, only to leave her widowed shortly afterwards. No wonder she was so lonely… “Me? I suppose I do, after a fashion. We are not close, either, but that is the way when you cannot go home, no? I am a… what is the polite way to say? A disappointment to my parents. Rogue and vagabond and masterless wanderer, yes? They do not hate me, but I think it was easier for them when I left far enough away that they do not hear of me often. Easier for them to pretend I have a respectable life out in the world somewhere.” He chuckled and shook his head at that. He didn’t seem to be particularly upset by the distance from his parents or their feelings towards his chosen life. “I do miss my sister, though. We write sometimes, but I do not see her often. Well, I write to her. She could not know where to send a letter to me most times. But sometimes. She is married now. I knew her husband when we were young. He was a good lad. Friendly. Smart. I am sure he grew into a good man, too.”
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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 May 28, 2017 11:44:06 GMT -8
She turned toward him as he spoke about his family, moving so the hand that had rested over her shoulder now more-so cupped it, as if it were the beginnings of an embrace. Her too-blue eyes watched his face as she spoke, being very nonchalant and calm and accommodating. She felt as if the disregard of his parents probably did hurt him more than he was letting on, given she herself was all too aware of the disregard of her own father, a disregard that would continue now that the Duke was dead and no closure had been given.
He spoke of his sister and she watched true warmth come to his face. It made her smile a little as well. "Well, now you have a place that she can send her letters to," she told him and she moved away, taking the softness of her and the heat of her and the gentleness of her smile away from him as she continued walking at the slow pace they'd taken up down the gallery.
"Why don't you visit your sister?" Genevieve asked him as they passed another portrait. "You are out often enough," she mentioned.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 29, 2017 7:09:12 GMT -8
Raoul turned and followed when Lady Genevieve St. James stepped away from him. He debated for a moment if he should make a joke and divert the conversation away from the topic before it became painful. But she was being open with him, from what he could tell, and he didn’t think he should repay that with evasiveness. Better she find out earlier. Especially if letters from home were coming here. “I would visit if I could. But I cannot go back.” He shook his head slowly. He hadn’t actually thought about the events leading his exile in some time. He tried not to. “A young man of my acquaintance came to one morning and described a problem. A wyvern taking sheep, you see. You know about wyverns, yes? Large beasts, wings, venomous…” Raoul clucked his tongue softly. “I was a young man, too, then. Barely more than a boy. But I had something of a reputation already. I had killed my share of wolves and lions. Even a few rock drakes. Never something like that. But I was full of the foolish confidence of youth. And I agreed to take him with me on the hunt. He wished to make a name for himself as well.” “As I said… it was a large beast. And neither of us knew what we were about, really. We had a plan, but…” He stopped walking for a moment and took a deep breath. “It was even a good plan, actually. We climbed up to its lair while it was out hunting. Hid in the bushes above and waited for it to come back with a full belly. We let it curl up in its den, then came at it while it was sleeping. Shredded its wing with harpoons so it could not fly.” Raoul shrugged then started walking again. “We were not prepared to fight it. Not really. We killed it, but not before it stung him. The venom killed him. It would have been bad enough, but he was the lord’s son. And it was my fault he was dead. It was not a crime, exactly, but it was made clear to me that I am not welcome there anymore. For my family, and for his, it was best if I left.”
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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 May 30, 2017 18:04:39 GMT -8
Genevieve looked at him thoughtfully, a gentle frown on her face. He moved ahead of her as he spoke, and she moved gently after him, passing by the portrait and coming upon another. She didn't even realize what portrait it was, so focused on Raoul Ferdinand's face was she that she didn't notice the painting was of Genevieve and Odette. Genevieve was in a blue gown, her face serene, looking out at the viewer. In her lap, she held her daughter's hand who stood beside her while she sat upon a park bench. It was a garden scene, but the two women -- one so young, one a mother, both blonde and blue-eyed and fair -- were by far the most beautiful flowers in it. "I'm sorry, Raoul," Genevieve said quietly, and she reached out to him, laying a hand on his arm.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 31, 2017 9:45:58 GMT -8
He stopped walking, the mirthful smile fading from his face for a moment, replaced by an uncharacteristic expression of sadness. He hadn’t thought about that in very much in a long time. He actively tried not to think about it very much, in fact. Dwelling on what had happened would not help anyone, and certainly couldn’t bring the young man back. He looked at Lady Genevieve St. James , and nodded. For a second, she could see the pain and sadness and loneliness in his eyes, so unlike the man she knew. Then he shook it off and turned to look at the painting. “And who is this lovely young lady, then? She looks like you. A favored niece, perhaps?”
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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 May 31, 2017 18:16:21 GMT -8
Her hand caressed down his arm, then curled around it, holding onto him gently as if they were a lord and lady wandering some gardens. She was close, and she was warm, and more importantly -- she understood Raoul's feelings of self-banishment. She'd done the same to herself, although she hadn't recounted the story to him, or anyone else that was actually alive.
When he looked up at her portrait, she couldn't let her gaze linger. "No. That is Odette. My daughter." She finally lifted her gaze and looked up at the portrait. "She was six years old in that painting," she remarked. Her hand that had been resting against Raoul's arm tightened a little. Indeed, her entire body language seemed to stiffen.
"Let me show you to your room," Genevieve said instead, and drifted away from him, heading toward the pair of doors they had been slowly meandering toward.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 31, 2017 19:02:08 GMT -8
Daughter? That was… well, it shouldn’t have been entirely unexpected, he supposed. Lady Genevieve St. James had been married, after all. But the way she stiffened and pulled away, not even looking at the painting, spoke of a deep pain. And another piece of the puzzle fell painfully into place. She used to have a husband and a daughter. And now she was alone. He briefly considered asking for more information, but decided against it. She would tell him when she was ready. Or not at all. If it was too painful to speak of, it wasn’t Raoul’s place to pry. Instead, he quietly followed Lady Genevieve St. James to the room. He didn’t ask her anything, or offer any commentary. He simply walked beside her, reaching out again to place a hand lightly on the back of her shoulder.
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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 Jun 2, 2017 10:01:28 GMT -8
She was quiet the rest of the way, and shied away from his touch. It was a subtle movement, but she purposefully stepped to give them distance. She didn't want to be touched right now. She didn't want to be comforted. Her gown whispered around her long legs as she led him up the grand staircase, her hand sliding gently over the polished wood of the staircase railing.
When the staircase parted, she went to the left and brought him up to a long hallway. There were yet another staircase at the end of the hall, that lead to the third floor. She turned to him then, her blue eyes glassy, as if she was keeping her tears contained. Her voice was soft, but it didn't not waver or warble like someone about to cry. Genevieve had her tears, for the most part, under control.
"My rooms are the third one down. All these other doors, however... lead to room and suites. You can choose any that you like," she told him, and lingered, waiting for him to explore.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 2, 2017 11:43:55 GMT -8
Raoul’s instinct was to go to Lady Genevieve St. James and try to comfort her. As much as he put up a front as a hardened hunter or a merry scoundrel, it was his nature to try to help. But he wasn’t going to chase her down about it. He might end up making it worse that way. He understood, as much as it was possible to understand for someone that hadn’t gone through it, how much pain she was in. He understood that was desperately lonely. And he understood that she had reached out to invite him for a reason. The best he could do for her was to be a presence that maybe made the house not feel so empty all the time. So he followed her up the stairs, staying close, but not trying to touch her again. He looked around at the impressive size of manor as they walked, and he took his time looking at each of the suites. Any of them would be the largest place he had ever lived. Raoul took his time about it. He appraised their relative sizes and the views from the windows and commented on the decor. But he knew what he was doing before he even looked inside any of them. After taking a second pass, lingering for a moment over a couple of the suites, he chose the one directly across from Genevieve. “Yes, this one. I like the garden view here. It is peaceful. You do not mind?”
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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 Jun 2, 2017 12:02:32 GMT -8
She nodded, her face displaying her emotions too keenly. "Please, do," she said, and then put a hand to her head. "I'm sorry, Raoul, I think-- I think I'm going to go to bed. You can stay up and explore. Tomorrow I will help you get your things and introduce you to the staff and show you around Fletcher and..." she let out a soft breath, and a small smile for him. "So much to do."
She drifted to him, soft and so, so sad, and for a moment she was a gentle, perfumed warmth in his arms, her cheek to his chest, her silken, golden hair in its elegant twist caressing his chin and jaw as she hugged him -- all too briefly as she moved away like a spectre.
"Thank you," she told him quietly, and turned to her rooms, disappearing into its darkness.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
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She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 22, 2017 20:26:57 GMT -8
Eli stalked up the gravel path blade in hand, it was marked with the same runes which now marked her skin. She had grown up so much since she left Raoul Ferdinand behind and her magic had matured her beyond anything she could have imagined. Everything was different now, she had fought evil beings, a dragon, an entire town, healed enough people to definitely get into heaven and more, even the way she held herself was different not to mention her body had matured aswell. She had tracked Raoul down to this plantation through the use of her stones and a little magic, though she was cautious in her approach. Her blade shone in the moonlight as she moved like a shadow up to the front porch. She stopped at the bottom of the door and looked through the window, the lights were off and so she decided a back door entrance would be best. Despite the size of the plantation Eli found the back door with ease and pulled out her stele, a pen-like object with a willstone attached at the top for writing runes. She drew the open rune on the handle and the door clicked open.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 23, 2017 10:20:38 GMT -8
When Eli Nightshade arrived, Raoul was in his rooms upstairs, sleeping soundly. Of course, the lack of lights in the house hinted strongly that this would be the case. Based on that alone, it was a safe guess that he would be sleeping, or not at home, or both. The staff kept normal hours, as a rule, so they were mostly sleeping by now as well. They would be more likely to be up and about in the early mornings than late and night. As long as she was quiet and paid enough attention not to bump into the occasional member of the staff that might get up and walk through the house, Eli was more or less clear to make her way up unnoticed.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 23, 2017 12:03:41 GMT -8
Eli slipped in through the back door with ease, her amber locks of hair bounced playfully around her shoulders as she turned and closed the door locking it again making sure to remain as silent as possible. Turning back she found herself in a small room. She quickly called on her power and cast a glamour hiding herself from anyone who would accidentally bump into her. Eli made her way through the house looking for Raoul Ferdinand . She hadn't planned on breaking and entering it was actually unlike her but the thrill of it excited her a little to much. Perhaps Kelly was rubbing of on her! Searching the entire bottom floor she sighed realising that he must be asleep or at least in his bedroom so she slowly made her way to the next floor and systematically searched each room. A couple of times Eli found herself in empty bedrooms or a bathroom and then more often than not rooms with sleeping servants. She hurried along and was about to give up on the last three doors when she walked straight into his room. De-glamouring Elis stones brightened casting witch light across the room hiding her face behind the light, her blades runes also glowed in her hand. "You're security sucks for a king" she said half amused half serious but anyone could hear the smile In her voice.
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