Ciri
Elixir's Infamous Wife
Elena Rosewood
"No amount of sleep could cure me of the exhaustion I feel."
Theme Song
Name: - Elena Rosewood
Race: - Human
Age: - 23
Gender: - Female
Description: - Short and stick thin, with skin so milky it edges on grey. A sickly looking woman, with ratted dark hair, and eyes fogged over and cloudy. Her nails are chewed off on the ends from nervous habits, her collar bone sharp and visible, and her lipped chapped and often bloody from chewing. Generally unwell looking,
and not maintained.
• Character Background •
Stand up straight, foul woman! Speak, girl, speak!
Vile muted girl. Daughter of a vixen. Ugly, tainted soul.
Out to the whipping post, girl! Speak, girl, speak!
Unloved bastard child. Fruit of rotten loins. Daughter of a harlot.
On your knees, putrid child! Speak, girl speak!
What say you to the stumpet's babe? Who's mouth sewn shut by fear and ridicule? Abandon her on dirt floor to suck on the ashes of the fire pit. Her mother's tainted groin took her sight, the Elder Gods swear it's true! For how else shall we punish the unworthy, but with the suffering of their only blood?
Leave her in the field to boil in the sun, for she is unwelcome here. Throw her to the dogs, for she is meat just like her mother. Ship her off to her uncle in Cinderport, and let him show her the ways of his whore sister. Bend her over his knee and beat the voice into her. If she won't speak, we'll make her scream!
Tear her dress, and throw her around. Treat her like a rag doll, for her mother was a streetwalker. Punish the babe, for the mother no longer dwells here. Feed our hungry souls, and punish the babe.
Keep her out of school, and the bruises under lock and key. Teach her what it means to be a lady. Should she stray, keep her afloat with a swift hand. Lock her in the basement, for she cannot see.
Punish the babe, for her mother was a harlot.
Race: - Human
Age: - 23
Gender: - Female
Description: - Short and stick thin, with skin so milky it edges on grey. A sickly looking woman, with ratted dark hair, and eyes fogged over and cloudy. Her nails are chewed off on the ends from nervous habits, her collar bone sharp and visible, and her lipped chapped and often bloody from chewing. Generally unwell looking,
and not maintained.
• Character Background •
Stand up straight, foul woman! Speak, girl, speak!
Vile muted girl. Daughter of a vixen. Ugly, tainted soul.
Out to the whipping post, girl! Speak, girl, speak!
Unloved bastard child. Fruit of rotten loins. Daughter of a harlot.
On your knees, putrid child! Speak, girl speak!
What say you to the stumpet's babe? Who's mouth sewn shut by fear and ridicule? Abandon her on dirt floor to suck on the ashes of the fire pit. Her mother's tainted groin took her sight, the Elder Gods swear it's true! For how else shall we punish the unworthy, but with the suffering of their only blood?
Leave her in the field to boil in the sun, for she is unwelcome here. Throw her to the dogs, for she is meat just like her mother. Ship her off to her uncle in Cinderport, and let him show her the ways of his whore sister. Bend her over his knee and beat the voice into her. If she won't speak, we'll make her scream!
Tear her dress, and throw her around. Treat her like a rag doll, for her mother was a streetwalker. Punish the babe, for the mother no longer dwells here. Feed our hungry souls, and punish the babe.
Keep her out of school, and the bruises under lock and key. Teach her what it means to be a lady. Should she stray, keep her afloat with a swift hand. Lock her in the basement, for she cannot see.
Punish the babe, for her mother was a harlot.
Violet Laswell
"Nothing that you have been given will always be yours."
Theme Song
Name: - Violet Laswell
Race: - Human
Age: - 26
Gender: - Female
• Character Background •
Thump...Thump...Thump...
Footsteps skittered through the cobblestone streets of the slums, a man dressed in a dark cloak pivoted around each corner, his hand grabbing the adobe walls to hurl himself around them. Trickles of white hair peeking out of his hood as he sprinted. Sweat beading unforgivingly on his forehead as he slipped through a wooden door in an alley.
James, an older man with a bit of a criminal reputation, entered the room slowly where his wife Sarah laid. Her stomach was round and swollen, her white locks glued with sweat to her face and chest. Her pale cheeks flushed and her eyes wild with panic. "James...James my dearest." James panted, moving quickly to her cot on the floor. She lifted her hand, and he gripped it tightly as he knelt beside her, "I found him. He's on his way. But we've got to get started, the city watch is already suspicious,"
"Did they see you?" Sarah huffed, clenching his hand tighter. "No," James lied. He had ducked behind many corners to scoot away from a suspicious watchmen, and he knew they were hot on his trail. James kept his cool quietly, their handmaiden approaching Sarah slowly and gripping her other hand as she helped her get into position. The handmaiden began to coach her through the birth, James' eyes glancing to the boarded windows anxiously awaiting the arrival of their suspected guest.
As the process went on and Sarah wailed into James' shoulder to muffle her cries, the door opened quickly as another figure slipped in. He was cloaked as well, "I hope I'm not too late-"
"No, but just in time," James interrupted gesturing the mysterious man to come forward. The truth was, the pregnancy had been rough and complicated, and the new parents knew that to make sure the mother and child would survive, they would need some otherworldly assistance: Magic.
Magic in Sauria was punishable by death, and the two had been under watch for flirting with it a few times this year. Though neither of them were capable of controlling their own, they knew someone who could, and he was just in time.
A final push, and Sarah's eyes rolled back into her head as her body let out a violent shake, the mysterious man just in time to catch the baby who slid out. Her tiny face turning blue as he quickly unwrapped the cord from her neck and began to go to work to heal her. Fluids had built up in her lungs, and he worked away as Sarah's consciousness gave out.
Her head fell back onto the pillow behind her, as to be expected from the violent birth. Just as her hands went limp, the child let out a successful cry, ringing throughout the alley. The man handed the baby to the handmaiden, who he instructed to go into the basement. The last thing they needed was the baby's cry giving away their location.
The handmaiden skittered to a rug, pulling it away to reveal a trapdoor that she descended into, James pushing the rug back over the door as the child's crying slowly muffled. The man began to anxiously work on Sarah as her husband paced nervously back and forth.
Too many minutes passed, and James became more fearful, "Lucian," He hissed, "What is taking so long?" The dark eyed man turned to him, his hands working wildly, "It's complicated--"
"Complicated?!" He shrieked.
"Keep your voice down--"
"What is happening to my wife Lu--" The wooden door crashed open, as guardsmen filed in quickly, Lucian jumping back away from Sarah's lifeless body as James stepped in front of her.
"James Laswell," A guard dressed in medals stated loudly, "Lucian Reinhart," he looked between the two of them, "You are both under arrest for unlawful use of magic within The Kingdom of Sauria's walls."
* * *
Violet was raised under the care of the handmaiden's family who had helped birth her. The striking woman's history was not kept a secret from her - and there wasn't any way it could have been. Violet's gold hair and emerald eyes clashed against her new mother's. She was raised with a mother and a father with dark hair and brown eyes, who had a male child who resembled them. It was clear from the start she had a different story than what met the eye.
She had a normal childhood, filled with normal events. She went to school, played games with the other Saurian children, and lived happily with her adopted parents. When they died, Violet had been a ripe age of 23. Her brother and her split paths as he worked as a blacksmith for their local town, and she quenched her thirst for travel.
When she arrived in the city of Rugnos, she felt a sense of adventure and mischief in her.
Race: - Human
Age: - 26
Gender: - Female
• Character Background •
Thump...Thump...Thump...
Footsteps skittered through the cobblestone streets of the slums, a man dressed in a dark cloak pivoted around each corner, his hand grabbing the adobe walls to hurl himself around them. Trickles of white hair peeking out of his hood as he sprinted. Sweat beading unforgivingly on his forehead as he slipped through a wooden door in an alley.
James, an older man with a bit of a criminal reputation, entered the room slowly where his wife Sarah laid. Her stomach was round and swollen, her white locks glued with sweat to her face and chest. Her pale cheeks flushed and her eyes wild with panic. "James...James my dearest." James panted, moving quickly to her cot on the floor. She lifted her hand, and he gripped it tightly as he knelt beside her, "I found him. He's on his way. But we've got to get started, the city watch is already suspicious,"
"Did they see you?" Sarah huffed, clenching his hand tighter. "No," James lied. He had ducked behind many corners to scoot away from a suspicious watchmen, and he knew they were hot on his trail. James kept his cool quietly, their handmaiden approaching Sarah slowly and gripping her other hand as she helped her get into position. The handmaiden began to coach her through the birth, James' eyes glancing to the boarded windows anxiously awaiting the arrival of their suspected guest.
As the process went on and Sarah wailed into James' shoulder to muffle her cries, the door opened quickly as another figure slipped in. He was cloaked as well, "I hope I'm not too late-"
"No, but just in time," James interrupted gesturing the mysterious man to come forward. The truth was, the pregnancy had been rough and complicated, and the new parents knew that to make sure the mother and child would survive, they would need some otherworldly assistance: Magic.
Magic in Sauria was punishable by death, and the two had been under watch for flirting with it a few times this year. Though neither of them were capable of controlling their own, they knew someone who could, and he was just in time.
A final push, and Sarah's eyes rolled back into her head as her body let out a violent shake, the mysterious man just in time to catch the baby who slid out. Her tiny face turning blue as he quickly unwrapped the cord from her neck and began to go to work to heal her. Fluids had built up in her lungs, and he worked away as Sarah's consciousness gave out.
Her head fell back onto the pillow behind her, as to be expected from the violent birth. Just as her hands went limp, the child let out a successful cry, ringing throughout the alley. The man handed the baby to the handmaiden, who he instructed to go into the basement. The last thing they needed was the baby's cry giving away their location.
The handmaiden skittered to a rug, pulling it away to reveal a trapdoor that she descended into, James pushing the rug back over the door as the child's crying slowly muffled. The man began to anxiously work on Sarah as her husband paced nervously back and forth.
Too many minutes passed, and James became more fearful, "Lucian," He hissed, "What is taking so long?" The dark eyed man turned to him, his hands working wildly, "It's complicated--"
"Complicated?!" He shrieked.
"Keep your voice down--"
"What is happening to my wife Lu--" The wooden door crashed open, as guardsmen filed in quickly, Lucian jumping back away from Sarah's lifeless body as James stepped in front of her.
"James Laswell," A guard dressed in medals stated loudly, "Lucian Reinhart," he looked between the two of them, "You are both under arrest for unlawful use of magic within The Kingdom of Sauria's walls."
* * *
Violet was raised under the care of the handmaiden's family who had helped birth her. The striking woman's history was not kept a secret from her - and there wasn't any way it could have been. Violet's gold hair and emerald eyes clashed against her new mother's. She was raised with a mother and a father with dark hair and brown eyes, who had a male child who resembled them. It was clear from the start she had a different story than what met the eye.
She had a normal childhood, filled with normal events. She went to school, played games with the other Saurian children, and lived happily with her adopted parents. When they died, Violet had been a ripe age of 23. Her brother and her split paths as he worked as a blacksmith for their local town, and she quenched her thirst for travel.
When she arrived in the city of Rugnos, she felt a sense of adventure and mischief in her.
Sophie "Firecracker" Curry
"The last thing any sensible human being should want is immortality. As it is, life lasts too long for most of us."
Theme Song
Name: - Sophie Marie Curry
Alias: Firecracker
Race: - Human
Age: - 26
Gender: - Female
Description: - Chocolate locks with steel gray eyes, Ms Sophie Curry is an athletic build, but stands at only 5'5". She's short, with long legs and pale skin. She's known for her large beaming grin that goes along with all of her witty jokes.
• Character Background •
Alias: Firecracker
Race: - Human
Age: - 26
Gender: - Female
Description: - Chocolate locks with steel gray eyes, Ms Sophie Curry is an athletic build, but stands at only 5'5". She's short, with long legs and pale skin. She's known for her large beaming grin that goes along with all of her witty jokes.
• Character Background •
- From Duragno, Colorado.
- Only child to two parents who were miraculously still together.
- Went to school for Marketing
- Quit university to be a Barista at Starbucks
- Lived in Boulder, Colorado in an apartment by herself.
- Not ticklish
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