|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 10, 2017 23:15:30 GMT -5
October 30, 1853, the sun set over the English countryside in a brilliant flash of colors. The forested hills- reds and yellows of autumn mixing with the greens fading of summer- were quiet except for that of gentle dusk birdsong and the click of shod hooves against the cobblestone road that passed through the hills. On the crest of one, perched above neatly-manicured gardens, was a large manor house of gray stone. Lights shone in the windows, and dozens of horses snorted in the over-filled stables, their corresponding carriages parked for the time being parked in the open spaces under trees at the edge of the property, mostly out of sight of the elegant brick drive which led up to the main entrance of the house, circling a small fountain and pond before the large wooden doors.
Inside, much of the house was dim and abandoned, reflecting the calm of the dusky country exterior. However, in one corner of the house was a large ballroom which was bright and alive. Guests in formal attire chatted or danced, being served drinks and fancy snacks by modestly-dressed maids and butlers who carried platters through the crowd. In one corner of the room, positioned around a large black piano, a small band played soothing but lively music. Everyone in the room wore a mask of some kind, whether intricate and full-face or plain and partial.
Today, the day before All Hallow's Eve, was the 16th birthday of Miss Isabella Farewell, and it was for this occasion that the masquerade was being held. The ball was intended to last all night and into the morning of October 31, and for many of the guests to stay at the manor until the first November the following day. As the sun began to set, about half of the guests had arrived, and the rest couldn't be far behind. The guests who were yet present eagerly awaited the appearance of the young Miss Farewell. Her mother, Josephine, had graciously greeted her guests one by one, and her beauty was commented on by more than one in attendance. Isabella, however, was said to far surpass even her mother in elegance and grace. At sixteen, it was time that she begin to consider marriage, and it was certain that many of the unmarried men at the masquerade were measuring their chances. Tonight was her debut as a woman and not a girl, and thus many sought a chance to win her heart tonight, and the blessing of her mother. However, that was not the only motive that guests at the Farewell Estate possessed; as always, there are those with more mundane or more sinister purposes.
As the sun set on the English countryside, the festivities were only beginning.
(just a couple things before you jump in. Firstly, no supernatural or fantasy type themes or creatures, besides the purely superstitious. Secondly, feel free to make a paragraph describing your character, or post pictures. This is not required, however. Third, please try to keep things as true to the time period as possible. Of course it doesn't have to be 100% accurate, but keep it believable. That is all. Have fun!)
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 13, 2017 22:07:51 GMT -5
(bump)
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 13, 2017 22:28:30 GMT -5
(pls)
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 13, 2017 22:33:04 GMT -5
This sounds very interesting.
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 13, 2017 22:33:46 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - hai (i need to respond to oldgarden i'll do soon x3) - }}
ROLEPLAY- -
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 13, 2017 22:37:05 GMT -5
(ye pls rp with me I'm so bored lol)
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 13, 2017 22:39:40 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Anastasia Valentine had recieved her invitation by ... less than conventinal means - yet desipte having to steal her invitation she was very much dressed the part of a high-class Victorian Lady. The ress the wore was white and black with golden lace running around the top of her bodice. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied up in a high bun and small strands hung around her face. The mask she wore was much like a sugar skull. The eyes were round and had red and black floaral patters around them. The chin and the forehead of the mask was much the same.
Anastasia handed over her invitated and stepped into the room, easing herself around the dancefloor. -
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 13, 2017 22:42:03 GMT -5
(Lol! My character's last name is Valentine! Give me a couple of minutes to get back to the board, brb)
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 13, 2017 22:52:17 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - It's more of alias than anything - }}
ROLEPLAY- -
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 13, 2017 22:59:13 GMT -5
(Then maybe if your both okay with it, your character can pose as a member of my character's family house for a price because he has caught her out. This could be a mini plot perhaps?)
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 13, 2017 23:01:14 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - I'm cool with that - }}
ROLEPLAY- -
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 13, 2017 23:05:59 GMT -5
(Great! Did we lose our friend?)
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 13, 2017 23:09:47 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - mmmaayybe? - }}
ROLEPLAY- -
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 13, 2017 23:13:56 GMT -5
(sorry for the poof)
A waiter made his way around the ballroom holding a platter of champagne glasses. He wore a plain black tuxedo and white gloves- the uniform of a servant. His mask was plain, skull-like, and milky white like sun-bleached bone. A few black cracks spread over the surface, and where it ended above his lips was a row of pointed teeth. His short blonde hair, the longest strands of which only came to about his chin, fell messily around his face. He moved quietly, offering drinks to the guests as he passed but otherwise avoiding interaction.
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 13, 2017 23:21:25 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - yo, Goblin can my charater be an assassin ? owo
if not that's okay. - }}
ROLEPLAY- Anastasia accepted a flute of champagne and lifted her mask slightly to drink from it, her eyes scanning the fathered guests curiously. She lingered by the side the ballroom, taking small sips from her glass. -
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 13, 2017 23:24:43 GMT -5
(It's fine)
Milo Valentine let out a deep sigh and straightened his black cravat. His elegant coat decorated in silver, vest, pants and polished shoes were of the same color as his parents had made him wear a feathered raven mask that covered every part of his face but his mouth and chin. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be here but as the eldest and most eligible in the family, it was his duty. Milo hailed a waiter in a skull mask and took a glass of champagne to nurse as he observed the other guests and, most importantly, his competition.
|
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 13, 2017 23:50:25 GMT -5
(mine are something like this. Of course, mine isn't wearing glasses atm because of the mask. And his mask has... a bit more of a nose, and sharper teeth.)
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 13, 2017 23:56:34 GMT -5
If only I could draw)
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 13, 2017 23:58:04 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - i don't have faceclaims or mask claims ^^;; - }}
ROLEPLAY- -
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 14, 2017 0:03:05 GMT -5
(lol I sorta can I'm just lazy. Anyways, forced interaction!)
As he passed by a small group of people, the waiter tripped on the trailing hem of a woman's dress. He stumbled but caught himself, but the champagne was not so lucky: one or two glasses tipped over, pouring the drink all over a man in a crow mask.
The waiter stood still for a moment, mortified as heads turned to stare, before quickly pulling a handkerchief from one of his pockets. "I am so sorry, sir!" he apologized earnestly, offering the man the napkin. He tried to ignore the disapproving looks of the other servers, as well as guests. His cheeks grew hot from embarrassment beneath the mask.
(oops just saw your question about being an assassin. Yeah sure go for it lol)
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 14, 2017 0:07:27 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Ana stepped away from the wall as the waiter tripped, tempted to use the distraction as a way to get out of the room, but as she had yet to locate her target there was no need. She stepped over to the waiter and the man with the crow mask. "Can I lend a hand?" She offered, bending down to pick up the tray that had once held the champagne flutes. -
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 14, 2017 0:18:30 GMT -5
(Raven mask :3)
Milo stood tense as the champagne soaked into his garments. Ugh, such an unpleasant, wet feeling and he was just about to snap at the server for his carelessness when he noted the boy seemed to be horribly flustered. Instead of giving him a proper tongue lashing, Milo inserted his pinkie under the boy's mask and flicked it upwards so that it slid to the top of his head and bared the server's flaming cheeks. Milo's lips curved into a wicked smirk and he plucked the handkerchief from the boy's fingertips. "It's quite alright." He murmured in a low voice, partly glancing towards a girl, approaching in a sugar skull mask who bent and picked up the boy's tray. "No harm done."
|
|
|
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 14, 2017 0:23:03 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - same thing
oops bad post - }}
ROLEPLAY- Ana's eyes flicked over towards Milo before looking back at the server. "Are you alright?" She asked queitly. -
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 14, 2017 0:32:27 GMT -5
(Totally not the same thing. Unfortunately it is half past midnight here and I have to get up early tomorrow, so farewell for now. I'll see you guys tomorrow?)
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 14, 2017 0:34:38 GMT -5
(Lol his cheeks and the only thing about him thags flamin)
The server's embarrassment turned to disdain as the man pulled off his mask; however, he didn't show it, remaining meek instead. He glanced at the woman, unsure if it was him she was speaking to. "Thank you ma'am," he did say, however, as he took the platter back from her. Then he gave a shallow bow, stepping a couple feet back from the man. "If need be, sir, I can show you where the restrooms are so we can get that cleaned up properly."
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 14, 2017 0:35:39 GMT -5
(yeah see you tomorrow. I need to sleep as well so goodnight)
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 14, 2017 10:10:20 GMT -5
(Good Morning!)
"A good idea." Milo murmured attempting to sop up the wetness with the handkerchief. He cocked his head at the waiter and smirked softly. "Will you take me there?"
|
|
|
Post by Aphelyon on Jun 14, 2017 10:22:26 GMT -5
The waiter nodded, flashing a small but not "happy" smile. "Yes, of course sir. Right this way." He headed through the crowd to a hallway which led to the rest of the house, gesturing for the guest to follow him.
|
|
Bibliophile
"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible Sanity." ~Edgar Allen Poe
|
Post by Bibliophile on Jun 14, 2017 10:40:35 GMT -5
Milo noticed the stiffness of the server as he made to follow him. A silent chuckle moved through his chest and he laid a hand on the waiter's shoulder. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"
|
|