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 Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:43 pm
 Name: Lotte Kildarian Specie or race: Human Social Class: Middle-upper Age: 26 Powers: Organization and managing! (They're magical in their own rights!) Talents: Unsure... Specialization: Runs her father's inn. Personality: As the child of a Viscount, she has been educated in manners and basic subjects. As the manager of an inn, she is well versed in bookkeeping. As such, she is polite and proper at all times. Kind, thoughtful, and level-headed, she efficiently deals with problems as they come. Physical Description:Coloring: A pale peachy shade of skin that burns easily when exposed to the sun too much. Cool colors complement her more than warm, especially greens. Hair: Eyebrows: Shapely, slightly thick, but not unattractively so. Eyes: Green? Or was it lavender? Face: A heart-shaped face, with a small nose and heart-shaped mouth. Her eyes are large, rimmed thickly with lashes. Her face is still smooth, with an even complexion. She has a light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks, but they are faint, visible when she gets angry.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 3:41 pm
Background: (As told in the RP, "Under The Stars")
...I manage my father's Inn, the Phoenix's Mark." She was unsure of how much of her past she should share with this man. Then again, anything he wanted to know, he could find out. Better that she say it her self than have him find out other ways. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she shared her history for the first time. "Originally, my father was Viscount Kildarian of a minor area in the lands below. My mother, the Viscountess, died when I was three from lung fever. Though I do not remember her very well, my father still tells me stories about her. She was a wonderful lady...." Lotte trailed off, smiling sadly. With a shake of her head, and an apologetic smile towards King Azreth, took a drink of the wine she still held in her hands, and continued on.
"We were nobility in name only, with a home we could not afford to keep up and very few tenets that had not moved on to other areas of the kingdom. My father tried to rebuild our name... But it was no use. By the time I was seven, it was apparent that we could no longer stay. Rather than face the shame of becoming citizens of the working class under a new viscount, it was decided that we would move up to the floating island where we would be less likely to be recognized. We sold everything that we could, and booked passage. We had enough to buy a modest home in town, and converted it to a Tavern and Inn. That was 13 years ago." She smiled proudly as she continued. "My father still runs it, but I have been managing it for a few years now. We have done very well for ourselves." It was obvious that she held pride for the inn.
She looked at the King again, wondering what his response would be. While some of the townspeople might have guess where they had come from and the fact that they were fallen nobility, but most were not aware of how far they had fallen. Thankfully, they had not been shunned for it. Rather, through hard work, they had built up a steady clientele. Dinner was their most popular time, with mainly men coming in after work for a bite and a drink. Usually, Lotte stayed in the kitchens or the office during the late hours of the evening, avoiding the pawing of men who had drunk too much. But tonight there had been problems in the main room that required her intervening. It had been especially stressful this night, which was why she had set out for the field in the first place. She loved her work, and the place they had built for themselves. But it wasn't without it's stresses.
The King's Offer:
"I could use the service of your family, if they would be willing to pledge themselves to me and my cause. I am always in need of loyal Nobility, and they are quite hard to come by. I see no reason why the Kildarians could not once more be known as Lords and Ladies, hmm?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:13 pm
Name: Pykichi
Specie or race: Human
Social Class: Middle
Age: 19
Talents: Sewing, designing outfits
Specialization: Seamstress and tailor at Bobbins and Pins
Personality:
Goals: At this moment, find out what has been calling her.
Fears: Angering the shop keeper, angering somebody.
Family / Friends: 2 parents, 1 younger sister apprenticed to a baker; the other girls who work at the clothing shop
Enemies: None
Physical Description:
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130
Coloring:
Hair:
Eyebrows:
Eyes: Green that changes depending on the day, the weather, and her emotions. Sometimes blue. Sometimes gray. Sometimes grass-green.
Face:
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:19 pm
Background: She is the eldest of a group of girls who work at a clothing store. Her father is a miller, so they always have enough to eat, even if it might be just bread. Her mother stays at home tending their personal vegetable garden and the minuscule livestock that they own. Usually just chickens, though occasionally a larger animal like a goat or pig. Make no mistake, they are not wealthy.
Before becoming the head assistant to the owner of Bobbins and Pins, she ran errands for the store. She has made deliveries around town to various shops and people, and even to the castle. Bobbins and Pins is known as the finest clothes store in the capital, commissioned by even the King himself when new garments are required. It is the most commonly used tailor of the nobles, and well-to do merchants. However, they also have a small selection of ready-wear clothing - products of the practice of the girls who work there. These products are affordable for the middle class who need a new set of work attire, or the occasional fancy dress. (Middle class fancy, mind you. Totally different than the standards set by the nobility.)
Future plans: As the war with The Six rages, clothes will become less needed, shop girls will be apprenticed out to others, and fabrics will become more functional than decorative. Prices will reflect the draining of the income of the city. But such things have yet to play out yet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:21 pm
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