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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 12:56 pm
Ah, the makings of a town. It's flourishing people just waking up, the smells of it's women cooking breakfast, the common American colony in Connecticut. 1778, merely two years after the Decleration of Independence was written, Westmore Country, Connecticut is on it's way to greatness.
But what will become of it is up to you, people of Westmore. I guarantee you that this will be the ride of your life.
If you wish to join, please fill out the form that I did below and send it to me with the title of "Westmore Country" Thanks!
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 12:57 pm
::Roles to be filled::
Upper Class
Governor-
Clergyman-
Merchant-
Merchant's Daughter- Teh Fool
Merchant-
Middle Class
Inn Keeper- Stoneslayer1
Carpenter- Teh Fool
Blacksmith- lapair
Lower Class
Servant-
Servant-
Servant at Inn- Stoneslayer1
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 12:58 pm
::Accepted Character Profiles::
Name: Madison Allen [Al]
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sandy brown hair and blue eyes. A worked body as well. He used to be in the militia, so he trains at his swordplay everyday.
Personality: Easy Going. Simple as that.
Position in town: Inn keeper
Username: Stoneslayer1
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Name: Helen Douglass
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Suspiciously dark hair, considering that both of her parents were blonde. Suspicious green eyes, since she takes nothing at face value. And a remarkably graceful face, that rather nicely hides all of its shrewdness behind a facade of innocence.
Personality: It is commonly believed that Helen was born out of wedlock. Her mother's husband, William Douglass, was in profession a blacksmith, but more of a drunkard than anything else. Her mother, Elizabeth, was a woman of questionable morals. Her mother died when Helen was 15, and William ran away shortly afterwards, leaving everything. Her family background has taught Helen to never trust anyone, and she thinks nothing of manipulating people. She takes after her mother in that she is a cruel flirt, and relishes being able to break people's hearts.
Position in town: Blacksmith (Helen was able to pick up a few things from her father in the few times he was sober, and though her work is actually quite poor, she can make a living).
Username: lapair
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Name: Matthias Clemens
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Matthias could be considered handsome, with his dark green eyes and strong jaw. His hair is a light honey brown colour, with gentle highlights from the sun. Before coming to the colony, he had spent a lot of time with his siblings (all seven) and a lot of that time was out doors, so his skin is a dark tan, not to mention his work on the ship as they sailed over. Physically fit because of his job, he's no blacksmith, but he's capable.
Personality: Patient. Matt is patient a lot of the time. He's always doing some wood work with his hands, though. You'll never find him without a bit of wood in his pocket and a few tools in a leather apron tied around his waist. Not quick to smile, he never particularly seems unhappy. A very mild personality.
Position in town: Carpenter
Username: Teh Fool
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Name: Clairese Irving [Clair]
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long brown tresses flow down Clair's back, framing her gorgious face. She's got honey colored eyes, a strange color. Given her line of work, she's got soft hands, that one.
Personality: Clairese is quite the Samaritan, being so giving. She wont give it a second thought when helping others.
Position in town: Servant at the inn
Username: Stoneslayer1
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Name: Kaylee Reynolds
Age: 22
Gender: female
Appearance: She's got pale skin and beautiful dark hair. Her eyes are a deep azure colour that contrasts her hair nicely. Most of the time Kaylee keeps her hair tied up in a pony tail. Her hair tends to curl into soft ringlets at the end. For the most part she's beautiful with her dark eyelashes and a slight hint at freckles across the bridge of her nose.
Personality: Spunky. She tends to be very outspoken and outgoing. So she's not exactly proper, but she is who she is. She's smart, nothing wrong with that. She reads a little, but it's not really too proper, all things considered. But she's only lady like around her mother and father. Not so much around the others.
Position in town: Merchant's Daughter
Username: Teh Fool
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::Awaiting more. whee ::
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 12:59 pm
::Announcements::
Hmm... None yet. stare
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 12:05 pm
Do you want to perhaps just start, and if anyone else is interested, let them in?
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 5:34 pm
Hmm... I suppose so. Lets.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 6:45 am
::It was early morning; the birds were out, perhaps getting food for their chicks. Madison Allen was up already, unlike most of his customers. He owned the inn in Westmore, which was also a tavern.::
::He sighed, pulling a tunic over his head. He ruffled his hair a little more and headed down the stiars to his post.::
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 9:00 am
Matthias, or Matt to the few who had known him since his boyhood days, yawned before rolling over. The bed he slept in was simple, in that it was small. It certainly would only fit him. Then again the man was large. Not as in fat, but tall and well built. Perhaps not cut out for blacksmithing, he was a carpenter and he had to have muscle for his work. He had made the bed himself, one of his earliest works. At least large ones, as opposed to the small toys he made, and other little things of no consequence or real use.
His hair a ruffled mess, he forced himself up and looked around his room. Sparsely decorated, contrary to popular belief. It wasn't as if he wasted his time making his own things nice, just those of others. His room was functional. That was it. Rising out of his bed, he placed his feet on the cold wooden floors. Hissing in annoyance, he shifted pulling his feet back onto the bed, then thinking. He was 24 and needed to just grow up. Standing up and splashing his face with some water from the basin, he instantly regretted it. The water was freezing. Rubbing his hand over his beard, he was tempted to shave. It held the ice water closer to his skin. Then again, he rather liked having a beard, and the rest of his skin was tanned, and it would look strange. Not that the man was particularly vain, but appearances mattered here.
Rising and dressing, he left his hair alone, it was cropped short enough that it always stuck up everywhere despite any efforts on anyone's part. Considering his sisters had tried various times to fix the mess that he called hair. Not that it was wiry or even stiff.
Going down into his work room, he was working on a few chairs for Madison's inn. And tavern. The chairs had to be sturdy and in good repair, as of the rare occasion a tavern brawl happened, then more chairs were always needed. But if someone could make some that weren't easily smashed, how fortunate would that be?
Matthias had already slammed one of his earlier models to see if it would hold up. He realised that he was a little stronger than most, and that it was unreasonable to think that he was particularly good at testing the chairs.
But figuring it wasn't a big deal to make them stronger, while still managing to make them remotely comfortable wasn't a bad goal, exactly. Besides if they stood up to him, as long as the blacksmith ..if they got a new one... never got angry-drunk, then things would be alright.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 5:36 pm
::Clair was already up and cleaning some tables by the time Al came down.::
"Oi, Hey Clair. I need you to go get some new chairs from Matthias. Wanna go now?" ::Madison asked, sitting by the counter.::
"Yeah, sure. Just let me finish with these tables." ::Clairese soon wiped the last of the tables and headed out with a wave of the hand. She walked through the town's streets until she reached the carpenter's workhouse.::
::Knocking on the door Clairese waited.::
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 5:51 pm
Matt walked to the door, covered in the usual dust from wood working. His light brown hair had a few chips of wood in it, not to mention the sawdust that seemed to litter his hair, eyebrows, and beard.
Grinning brightly despite all the dust, he pulled the door back and stepped to the side to allow her in. Brushing at his face so as to reduce the risk of inhaling wood dust, he sneezed into his shoulder. Not intentionally persay, but it helped with the breathing.
"I always forget to tie a rag over my face," he said with a slightly embarrassed mumble. "I take it Madison wants his chairs?" A polite but direct man, Matt figured Clair would need help taking them over. As of there were quite a few, and he generally liked to make sure he got paid the proper amount and all that. For the most part Matt simply wanted his payment in usable goods, like food and cloth and such. He was more trader than seller. But he did often want good strong gold. He was able to buy wood and replace tools with it, as opposed to grain or bread and fruits and such.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:11 pm
::Clair smiled at him gently, nodding.::
"Yeah. We're down on chairs. So, thanks for making them."
::She grabbed a few, having some trouble.::
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:27 pm
Matt sighed a little, "I know you're down on them, Madison's paying me to make them," he said with a slight laugh. Lifting several chairs in a stack, he left her one to carry, and set off for the tavern. It wasn't too far, considering he was strong. And while the chairs weren't exactly light, they weren't heavy for him, either.
A little awkward to carry, yes. But nonetheless he'd be paid quite a bit for these. Well, he frankly undercharged without even really knowing, as of he didn't know how valuable the job he did was. It was a little sad, and yet nice at the same time. Convenient. And he tried hard to be good and to do things well.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:02 pm
::Clair smiled lightly to herself, quietly thanking him. She grabbed her responsibility and left, following Matthias.::
"So, how's business?" ::Clairese inquired, truly wanting to know.::
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 12:24 pm
"Good right now. But usually slow. Not much call for my work. Not when a man can just make a table on his own out of a tree stump," Matt commented, leading her to the tavern.
"How's work at the tavern going?" he asked, also curious. Matthias rarely talked about himself, his family, or his work. He found that people didn't care much about the intricacies of wood working, and that it didn't much matter what he said, it wasn't going to be interesting.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 4:06 pm
::Clairese chuckled. Truly it was busy, but she needn't worry him with her and Madison's wellfare.:: "There are some in, but nothing Al and I can't handle."
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