Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Jan 26, 2020 19:46:10 GMT -8
Raelyn went about preparing the cups of tea- another of her own blends, she brewed specifically for clients. She listened attentively to what Fiona said, her mind working over the details of what she said curiously. There was a thought that twinged at the fringes of her mind, but she didn't allow to fully take form- it was quite rude to make an assumption of one's profession from a few simple words and their outward appearance. When the kettle gave a whistle she quickly took it off the crystals and poured two cups, getting out the fresh cream, sugar, and honey to put on a serving tray. "Well Fiona," She started, careful to use her name as she'd been given. "That certainly would be something I could do for you. But, if I knew your precise profession, it might help me a bit with more of the finer details. And how I might model them." She said as she came around to the table, setting the tray down near Fiona and handing her the cup of sweet but mellow smelling tea. "Catalogue F-7-A and Sketchbook F-7-E, please." She called seemingly to no one, but moments later two thick leather-bound books floated over from the shelf behind the counter, coming to rest just in front of her. She opened the sketchbook first to a clear open page, pulling out a bit of charcoal as she wrote Fiona's first and last name on top before opening the other book. "I very much doubt there is something that would not look good on you, and I do try to make every item of clothing, as comfortable as I can. On delicate works, I will make the fabric myself to ensure the best quality." She mused as she flipped through the pages of countless sketches. "But again before all that, it might be prudent that you let me know just what it might be for- the trade it is so I don't recommend something like this-" She stopped on a page with a sketch of a dress that was quite gaudy and frilly, with large bows scattered about. "When in truth, I should be recommending something more like this." She flipped to yet another page with a far more form-fitting affair with a bodice, that accentuated the features but clearly kept them appropriately concealed.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 26, 2020 20:24:04 GMT -8
Fiona sits comfortably and continues to pick at her scone while she watches Raelyn prepare the tea. When she isn’t looking, her eyes dance along her form, admiring the other woman for her natural beauty, but her eyes come to land on her face as she turns. Ah! Tea! She graciously accepts it and takes a good sip. Its not one she’s tried before, and she finds the composition most intriguing, perhaps something she should ask about for her own personal tea collection.
Her eyes grow a little wider as the books float across the room, powered by magic no doubt. Still, she had never seen such a thing in person before, and the ease in which Raelyn shifts and moves them is to be commended. “Impressive,” she finally says, holding her warm cup in hand, the winter air still had them feeling a little chilly. She lets out a little chuckle at Raelyn’s compliment, and puts a hand to her chest. “Thank you, miss Fletcher,” she says with a warm smile. “I do take very good care of myself, and I value comfort, so your efforts will never go unnoticed.”
She shifts in her seat, then leans over and looks over the dresses, but her slight sneer at the first one is all that needs to be said about it. Definitely not her style, and wouldn’t go over all too well at the functions she attends, not for the desired effect, anyway.
The second one makes her eyes light up though. “Oooooh~” she coos, smiling ear to ear. “Oh yeah, this one is much more my style,” she says, still admiring the dress and picturing herself in it. “Oh, and I’m a courtesan,” she finally says without looking up. “But don’t let that dissuade you, I charge my clients quite a bit. I’ll be able to pay for your services quite handsomely.”
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Jan 28, 2020 18:09:00 GMT -8
Raelyn let out a soft laugh at that as she started a new sketch in her book next to her name. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm not worried. I'm very amendable on prices. So even if you were- say less well off, we could have come to some agreement." She continued as she worked on the silhouette of the dress. "How will a man that is not dressed well get a job to pay for a suit without having one to begin with? Why should a maid be forced to wed in a dress unbefitting her immeasurable love because to do so would put them in a crippling debt? No, I try to be reasonable with whom I work with. And I may not make much on single items, but there is more value in a person that returns, than one that stops by just once." She explained idly before setting her book down on her lap to look back up at Fiona.
"But that is aside from the fact. That does give me a better idea of what you wish." She hummed as she reached over to the honey, twirling the wand before dribbling some in. "Are you a fan of that design then? Would you like any alterations that you can see to it? And colors....Deep burgundy or a heady maroon would be gorgeous I think."
Raelyn didn't seem at all taken aback by the admission of her profession, merely taking it in stride. She'd thought it might be something like that, but it never hurt to have confirmation.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 28, 2020 18:40:31 GMT -8
Fiona continues to watch Raelyn’s charcoal strokes as she speaks, delighted in the design she’s seeing. “I think some wish I could do the same,” she says, followed by a light chuckle. “But I think there’s a stark difference between you reducing your prices and myself. Having said that, however, I admire your reasoning, they’re quite noble reasons to do so.” She’s genuinely impressed by Raelyn’s generosity, to reduce her prices like that given the circumstances. “Regardless, I am ready, and more than willing to pay top coin for your work. I doubt my reasons of wanting to attract more clients would be worthy of such a change in price.”
She sits back and gives a little laugh before sipping on her tea. “Oh this is delightful,” she says, feeling the warmth and taste of the tea once again. “I’ll have to get the supplier’s name, but that’ll come later.” She looks from the tea and back to Raelyn, a smile across her ruby lips. “Quite a fan. Its quite haute couture, while being revealing, but not overly so. I think it would be perfect for my line of work.” She reaches up and twirls a finger through her dark brown hair. “And I think a burgundy and maroon would match my hair quite well, wouldn’t you think?”
She takes another sip of her drink with delight. “I’m actually quite excited to work with you, Miss Fletcher,” she says with her smile never faltering for a second. “My wardrobe needs filling, and if I continue to be as impressed as I am now, I think I know who shall fill it.”
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Feb 1, 2020 20:21:10 GMT -8
"Well, I can give you the supplier's name at this moment- Raelyn Fletcher." Raelyn mused with a small chuckle as she made some slight alterations to the design in her sketchbook compared to the one in her catalog. It would be difficult for one who didn't have a practiced eye, but she did make slight alterations to the patterns as she made a note of the color palette she wanted, and she shifted the alignment of the bodice as her eyes flicked from the page to Fiona's body.
"But it would be my honor and pleasure should you enjoy the product I create for you. And really Fiona, it's just Raelyn. Not even my mother went by Miss Fletcher." She said with a small chuckle as she brought the ribbon that acted as a bookmark to the page in her sketchbook before looking back up at Fiona with a warm smile. "So I know you don't really have a time limit on this, but ideally, when would you like the piece done? And when would you be able to allow me to take your measurements? I have the time today, but if you need to step out, I'd be happy to take them another time."
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Feb 3, 2020 23:43:06 GMT -8
“Then be sure to add a jar of this tea to my tab, would you?” she asks with a warm smile once it's revealed that it's a home brew. How delightful! Being in the business she is, she can tell when someone is looking at her body, but this time it's for something else, at least from what she can tell. She puts the tea down and shifts a little in her seat, giving Raelyn a better understanding of her build and shape, knowing it would only make the dress more accurate. She peers over once again and smiles at the work being done, clearly impressed.
“I have a feeling I will enjoy it greatly, but we can discuss future orders later on, of course,” Fiona says with a small smile, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Ah, very well then, Raelyn. If you don’t mind me saying so, its such a beautiful name. Rolls off the tongue really quite well.” She definitely preferred to say Raelyn over Miss Fletcher, mostly because Fletcher had taken on some other connotations, considering her friendship with Robert Fletcher.
“I want you to take your time,” Fiona finally says, picking up her tea once more and taking a small sip. “I don’t like my outfits or accessories to be rushed, I much prefer them to be well crafted with as much care and attention to detail as possible, and most importantly I want you to enjoy your work as much as possible.” Her smile is warm and genuine, much like her words. “Besides, my clients prefer me out of my clothes anyway, so I can’t say it's imperative to my job. Wearing such dresses is more for me than anyone else. I like feeling quite pretty.” There’s an understatement.
She then goes over her schedule in her mind and… well there’s nothing until just after supper when her appointments for the evening began, just two tonight, and Raelyn’s shop would be closed by then. Her eyes go back to Raelyn’s as she speaks once again. “I have all the time in the world today,” she says. “At least until this evening, but I would assume we’d be done long before then. Shall we go ahead with the measurements?” she asks before she stands, putting the tea down. “In private, right?”
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Feb 17, 2020 20:52:59 GMT -8
"But of course. I wouldn't have you standing out in your delicates in my shop's window. Though I'm sure that would certainly bring customers in." Raelyn mused as she reached over, offering Fiona a hand to guide her. "No, my setup is upstairs- coincidentally that is my workshop so if you ever want to come in for an update and I am not coming down, that is where I'll be. I can get a bit wrapped up in my projects and become oblivious to all else while I'm working." She said looking just a touch sheepish at that admission before shrugging slightly, guiding her up the stairs to the right of the desk she had found her behind when she'd first entered.
Up the little flight of stairs, it came out into a hallway with four doors- one to the left that had a handpainted sign hanging on it proclaiming- 'Home Sweet Home', the door on the front wall closest to the left had no designation the door to the right middle was deemed the 'Workshop' and finally the door to the right was wide open. High windows lit the room with sunlight but were high enough that no one could see into the room from the building across or from below with the curtains drawn on the lower windows. There was a curtained area off to the corner presumably for the privacy of devesting and in the center of the room there was a pedestal that was likely where she did her measurements and when the final product was ready, the final alterations would be made. Mirrors were stuck up on all of the walls giving every possible angle to whoever stood in the center of the room.
"Here we are. If you could just divest yourself of your outer layers to your comfort level, I can get your measurements." She hummed as she hurried about to pull over a stepping stool for her to get up to the pedestal without reaching.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Feb 17, 2020 22:20:42 GMT -8
The courtesan chuckles as she delicately takes Raelyn’s hand in helping her up. “Oh, perhaps,” she says with a warm smile. “But it would be a little odd to have a naked woman in your window when your business is to clothe them, wouldn’t it?” She can’t deny it won’t being in a few customers, but the right customers is another thing all together. “But please, do go on. I’m excited to see your workspace, it must be quite something.” The only workspaces she’s ultimately familiar with is her bed and the bench she uses for her thieving tools. She can’t help but wonder what a tailor’s workspace looks like.
She follows up the stairs with graceful steps, happy to be out of the viewing eye of the public. It may be because when she’s usually going upstairs to undress its for something a little more exciting, and that excitement must carry over. She doesn’t pay much mind to the doors she isn’t directed to, except the home sweet home door, which she assumed is Raelyn’s own home for all the good that information would do her. Instead, she focuses on the one door that matters, the one Raelyn herds her into.
“I’m impressed,” she says after a brief moment of examination around the room. “You’ve done well to protect the privacy of your customers. It certainly shows that you know what you’re doing, if not for your expert craftsmanship, of course.” She takes a few steps into the room and smiles brightly, even doing a little twirl. “Quite the space! I feel as if I’ll be seeing plenty of this room while you’re working on my new wardrobe. Although, I understand having the client around while you work could be a bit too much pressure, if not I can lead yout to it. I’d quite like to see you work sometime, you see.”
When directed to the curtain, she’s more than happy to oblige. She steps behind and begins undressing, starting with her dress of course. Thank goodness for good tailors who actually provide the means to hang one’s dress without it getting creased or crumpled, as she gently places her lovely clothes on a mannequin set up behind the curtain. Is that what she looks like in that dress? Well, no wonder she gets looks. Snug in all the right places… Then she rolls her eyes, realising she’s checking out a mannequin wearing her dress. Damn it, Blythe…
Afrer a few more moments, she steps out from behind the curtain wearing… well, nothing at all. She had slipped out of her dress and high heeled shoes, and the dress she wore didn’t permit to wear a brazier. Her underwear… well, she was asked to divest to her comfort level, and considering her work this is more than comfortable. Besides, she preferred not to wear them generally, only when she hadn’t the intention of working. They generally got in the way.
“Shall we begin?” she asks, walking towards the pedestal. She steps up and looks into the mirrors, checking herself out for a moment. “Ah… another year older yet I haven’t aged a day,” she says with a bright smile. It had been her birthday just a week or two prior, and she still felt like she had the same body she had when she first started out.
Now on the pedestal, Rae got a view many would pay for. Smooth, perfect skin without a single blemish, a well maintained, toned physique from all her time running around, a generously sized bust that satisfies many a fantasy, and a pair of long, sculpted legs that end in a perfect rear end, the appeal of which is only matched on the other side. Well maintained, well trimmed, and well preserved in all the right places. She must command quite the price.
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