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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 1, 2016 21:56:14 GMT -5
Just a place for Valk and I's rp. ^^
Plot: Tะฝe lord ฮฑษดd ัะฝe Cะฝฮนld
Muse A is a bachelor, and member British nobility, with a marked enjoyment of the finer things in life. He is a man who lives out his days jumping from one frivolity to the next, unappreciative and oblivious of his privileges in life, and blind to the lack thereof in the lower classes. Muse B is a slum child, orphaned and left out on the streets, working themselves to the bone in order to continue living. They long for a better life, somewhere far away from where they are.
After a heated argument with his mother, who accuses him of being a self-indulgent child with no intention of carrying on the family line, Muse A runs off to the city to cool his head, and happens upon Muse B. On a whim, he decides to take the child in (possibly to spite his mother(?)). Knowing little of childcare, and not accustomed to changing his ways to benefit others, Muse A must learn to face the consequences of his actions and become a person who can be relied on, while Muse B must to adjust to their new life, and learn that to climb the social ladder is one thing but to be accepted is another.
Muse A: Charles Edwin Avon (โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั) Muse B: Aarow Downe (valkoinenleuka)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 1, 2016 22:00:59 GMT -5
I can fill a character sheet if you prefer.
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 1, 2016 22:03:01 GMT -5
That will be greatly appreciated, yes. c: I shall get cracking on my own. )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 1, 2016 22:38:55 GMT -5
Aarow Downe | Aarow stands about 5'5" with short, platinum blonde hair and light brown eyes. He's somewhat pale in complexion despite spending most (nearly all) of his time outside. Working under various conditions foor whatever wages he could come across has left him with a number of scars on his arms and legs, even a few on his back and stomach, though fortunately he's managed to keep his face from injury so far. With no family to speak of, he's unaware exactly where he comes from, he just knows he was born farther north. Aarow isn't the most social person after spending so many years fending for himself (especially taking into account the stigma of being stray), and he tend to be very awkward and nervous around people. He's long given up trying to 'dress to impress' and his hair's become something of a mess.
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 1, 2016 22:47:20 GMT -5
Sorry, Valk, I need a some more time for my character. I had to wash some dishes and put somethings up and I need to flip through one of my notebooks to find my notes I had for him. >.> )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 1, 2016 22:49:24 GMT -5
(No fear, I'm currently playing 7 days to die on my xbox. I'm plenty entertained I have this weekend off school and work so i'll be on games most of the time we rp.)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 1, 2016 23:40:30 GMT -5
Ugh, gotta post my carrie tommorrow, sorry. I have a test tomorrow so I need to get some sleep. )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 1, 2016 23:44:46 GMT -5
(tis fine, good luck~)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 3, 2016 4:34:38 GMT -5
So sorry I wasnโt on yesterday, ended up being movie night after I got back and then I fell asleep )
We did say weโd move the time setting to the early 30โs right? )
So apparently the only โnotesโ I had for him was arrogant, the late prime minister Anthony Eden, and bright young people lol oh well )
Charles Edwin Avon โ 26 โ Male โ 6โ1 Charles or Charlie/chazz as he is called by his family (and Ed by friends) is a somewhat tall, handsome young man. He enjoys sports, particularly riding, swimming and fencing, resulting in an almost ever present tan, as well as a lean muscular build, of which he is secretly rather proud of. He has thick russet brown hair, generally brushed back and to the side, and dark, almost indigo blue eyes. Ed keeps himself religiously clean-shaven and in general is somewhat meticulous about his appearance. Though he has an extensive wardrobe, around his manor, in his own company (and that of his servants or friends) Ed keeps to dressing gowns and an ornate pair of Persian slippers, given to him by his sister. Personality: Chaz is frivolous sort. He is of the opinion that money and social class can get you almost anything in life, and in a way, he is right. His parents indulged almost his every want material wise, and so he grew up with a very skewed sense of money, thinking everyone lived as he did. His sheltered life has rendered him ignorant, and maybe even indifferent, to status of the lower class. among other things. Heโs intelligent, but lacks any sort of drive to make anything of it, or widen his knowledge. Charles is considerable impatient, and will often abandon things if they just a little more effort than his willing to give. Though social, Charles can spent days at a time not venturing out of his manor and just lazing around, reading or sleeping. He has a tendency of jumping head first into one hobby or other -say woodwork, for example- buying all the tools, and all materials necessary, and imaginable, dabbling around in it for a bit, then never giving it another thought. When he knows there wonโt be any real consequences for it he can be quite candid. One of his long term hobbies is collecting oriental art, specifically rugs and pottery, and his whole manor is dotted with the stuff. History: The Lord Charles Edwin Avon, heir to the 16th Marquess of Keton-to give him his full title- is the second child and only son born to Frederick and Clara Avon. He was named after his late Grandfather, Charles Clement Avon, 15th Mar. of Ken. He has an older sister, his senior by nine years, named Amelia, who moved out when he was eleven to live with her husband, Victor; a former British officer in ww1 and Earl of Braunton. Despite his parents relief for finally having an heir they werenโt all that present in his early life; his Mother was, and still is, fond of parties and so always seemed out, or hosting tea parties, banquets, dances, and in general flaunting her wealth. His fatherโs stoic, matter of fact nature left something to be desired in the way of parental affection. However financially he was left little to be resentful for. He was raised primarily by his nanny, the widowed Mrs. Edith Davis, termed โnuniโ, and the good lady spoiled him, with the best of intentions, rotten. Charles treated Mrs. Davis a lot more warmly than his own mother and sheโs about the only person he listens to. She has remained his confidant throughout his life, and is one of the few people fully aware of all his exploits. As a teenager he struck out in all sorts of rebellious ways, drinking, gambling and generally getting up to no good until he was sent to spend his last two years of High school in a boarding school known for โstraightening outโ bad apples. These restrictions however didnโt do much to stop Charles and he still pulled pranks, snuck into town when possible, and for a brief time started a gambling ring after the boys received their Christmas money and gifts. After graduating he pursued a degree at oxford, to satiate his mother. What with him spending his weekends partying at his friendโs homes, gambling, and going on rather pointless trips around Europe it was a wonder he was even able to graduate. At 22 he moved into his paternal Grandmotherโs estate in Scathshire, Northern England, which he inherited along with her fortune, and heโs been staying there ever since, living off her wealth and his allowance from his parents. Random things: He bought Mrs. Davis a two story home when he was 21 and sends her allowance, along with letters every month. Yup, thatโs about all the responsibilities he has.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 3, 2016 5:26:36 GMT -5
(its all good. I'm here for a bit before sleep. its 6am but my husband asked me to make sure i wake him up.)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 3, 2016 14:19:41 GMT -5
Ah, and I fell right back asleep. cx It was like 4 something for me. )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 3, 2016 16:52:28 GMT -5
(haha same. Its almost 6pm for me now. Anyway, would you like to start or should I?)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 3, 2016 17:41:37 GMT -5
I dislike starting so if you can that'd be awesome. )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 3, 2016 17:43:58 GMT -5
X3 It'll take me a bit, but sure. Badly wants first post to be impressive, predicts flop.
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 3, 2016 17:48:24 GMT -5
'Kay, take your time. c: Nah, man, don't stress.I'm sure it'll be great. I doubt my post will be all that great anyways and I'm just happy to have someone to rp with. )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 3, 2016 18:04:41 GMT -5
There were only a few hours left of daylight, and Aarow was still searching for someplace to settle down for the night. He'd learned from experience that people tended to notice him if he slept in the same place two nights in a row. On more than one occasion someone had tried to get the police to 'relocate' him, and on all accounts the experiences had been uncomfortable, at best.
He hadn't found any work for a few days, and he'd spent his last few coins on food the previous night. It might have been nice to have a little time where he didn't have to be down on his hands and knees cleaning or risk his fingers fixing some factory machine, but with not comfortable place to rest and take a breath without worry or being hungry, it was really all the same. Tiring. When he was younger, he'd used to think he could save up and maybe at least rent a room somewhere, but those hopes had been dashed fairly quickly. Wages were shrinking, food was slowly costing more, and there were no rooms anywhere that would allow a child to rent them.
As the boy walked along the unkept cobblestone, he was pulled from his thoughts by a sudden roughness along the bottom of his foot. He stopped, placing a hand against a building as he lifted his foot, turning it to look at the sole of his shoe. Right where the ball of his toe rested, his shoe had finally given way and ripped. Well, they were old and technically too small for his feet, so he wasn't sure how much longer he'd expected them to last. He'd have to find another one soon. For now, he decided to just settle in the nearest hidden space he could find. If he walked too long like this, he' d most certainly step on broken glass or something equivalently sharp.
After just a half-block more, he came across a space between two buildings where someone had set out empty crates for pickup in the morning. This should do fine. He checked to be certain no one would notice him before he moved into the alley. He peered into the crates curiously to see if there had been anything left inside them, only to be greeted by a loud, angry hiss as a mangy tabby sprung up. He gave a small yelp, stumbling back as the cat fled, darting out of the crate and across the street. Once the animal was out of sight, Aarow calmed a bit, peering back into the create. Empty. If there had been anything, the cat would have gotten too it first.
Well, perhaps he'd find work tomorrow. He just had to hope for that. He moved himself behind the crates where he'd be hidden from anyone who passed by and he sat down, resting his back against the wall. He wasn't able to fall asleep, but just sitting and resting would be nice for a bit.
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 3, 2016 22:31:32 GMT -5
Sorry, ending up helping with dinner, then eating and now weโre in the midst of binge watching Kolchak. Which is turning out to interesting, though a bit weird. )
โWill you be long, my lord, or shall I stay here and wait for you?โ Inquired the Chauffeur timidly to an irate Charles, who was already setting a fast pace away from him. โDo whatever you damn well please, man. Iโll be back when I have a mind to.โ Snapped Charles over his shoulder; his anger was not entirely directed at his servant. He was still very much riled up from the argument he had with his mother an hour prior. The woman was insufferable and intolerant in his eyes, she worried far too much about gossip and how her family was seen by others then to what her children actually wanted.
What business of hers was it when he settled down? He was only three years out of university, the least she could do was allow him a few more years of freedom. And even if he did get married, her nagging would only change to โwhen was he going to have children?โ, he couldnโt win. She had driven down South nearly the whole day Thursday just to come and nag him in person, and arrange some dates for meetings with women of nobility.
She had planned to stay till Sunday, which was tomorrow, but knowing her by the time he got back sheโd be already on her way back to Yorkshire. Then it was only a matter of time before he received a letter from his father telling him to โreconsiderโ and think of his โpoorโ motherโs feelings. Since his relocation, nearly three years ago, he had only been โgracedโ with two other brief visits from his Mother, all of which with ulterior motives. His father hadnโt so much as suggested a visit to his estate. In comparison his Nuni had stayed for every Christmas and New Yearโs since he had moved, and even trekked from Surrey to Scathshire for his 22nd birthday.
With a frustrated sigh he kicked a few loose stones with a highly polished winged tipped shoe, getting some satisfaction when a pair ricocheted off the wall of a dusty building and back onto the cobblestone street. He wasnโt entirely sure what had driven him into town, perhaps a walk through the heath was better suited to relieving anger. He was also starting to regret skipping tea. Looking around to get a hold of his bearings he spied a building with a large sign reading Johnโs Bakery a few shops away, and made his way towards it.
The little tin bell rang softly as he pulled open the door. Behind the counter a plump, flush faced woman looked up from emptying a tray of fresh pasties into a lined wicker basket. โGood eveninโ to ya, sir. Is there anythinโ in particular yer looking for?โ She asked cheerily. โNothing at all. What type of pasties are those?โ He sauntered over to examine the basket. โTheyโre mint potato with leek โn onion, would you like one?โ โIโll take two, oh, and a slice of that raisin bread as well.โ She produced the aforementioned goods, placing them in a doubled brown paper bag. โThatโll be two shilling โn six pence.โ Charles dug around in his jacket pocket for his wallet. He pulled out the correct change, then, after a pause added another shilling as a tip, placing the lot on the counter. โThank you.โ โNo, no, thank you. Have a good eveninโ, and do come again.โ
Charles walked back on to the street, his mood considerably improved with the prospect of a meal. However there wasnโt any place to sit down and eat, and idea of standing eating in the street didnโt appeal to him. He walked a few paces either way to find something before spotting a few empty crates in a tiny alleyway. โThatโll do.โ He pushed one of the crates over with a foot, grimacing as a cockroach scuffled to safety underneath another crate. He examined the exposed bottom briefly before sitting down, opening the bag to retrieve a pasty.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 3, 2016 23:18:56 GMT -5
(welcome back~ I was in a game. I'll start my reply now.)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 3, 2016 23:39:31 GMT -5
Aarow had nearly dozed off when the sound of wood slamming against the ground pulled him back to full alertness. What was going on?
He could hear movement only on the other side of the crates from where he was hiding. He'd been so sure no one would have noticed him back here, but someone must have if they were... oh. They didn't seem to have much interest in actually searching the alleyway, he realized as he heard the soft creaking of the crate as the stranger sat upon it. The smell of fresh food caught his attention and only seconds later did his stomach begin to ache.
He remained pressed against the wall silently as his heart began to settle from his previous fear. He was still very afraid of being found back here, there was no doubt the stranger would be very welcoming of a street child. He found that people with food tended to be a bit more rude, always assuming he was trying to nab a handout. Which was completely unfair, he'd worked his back-end off for everything he'd gotten up till now. Still, he'd best take a peek at who was there. He'd only heard one person, but he could be wrong. Better to know if he was really outnumbered or cornered than be surprised.
Slowly, he sat forward, keeping his face near the side of the crate that was still upright. He stopped near the corner, waiting just a second before looking out toward the street, his eyes going to where he'd heard the noise. He found himself staring at the back of what looked like a very expensive outfit. His heart froze in his chest and he recoiled quickly to avoid being noticed. Whoever the man was, he had to be part of a wealthy family, someone that Aarow had learned to avoid early on. What was someone like that doing here? He hadn't wandered out too far, had he?
He tried to calm himself down, reminding himself the man wasn't here to look for him. He was clearly just sitting for a bit. He'd be on his way soon, Aarow hoped. He just had to keep hidden. He tucked his knees close, trying to take up as little space as possible.
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 4, 2016 1:12:43 GMT -5
Sorry, Valk, I gotta go hit the hay before I fall asleep on the couch lol I'll write up a reply tomorrow, see you then. c: )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 4, 2016 1:14:11 GMT -5
(Alright, I'll be around tomorrow~ Goodnight~)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 5, 2016 1:45:58 GMT -5
Iโm so sorry, Valk, I havenโt been as active as I would like to be, I only just got on now. >.> This weekend has been more hectic than I expected, and this next week or so will probably prove to be as well. I probably wonโt be on at all this coming weekend, because Iโm going with my sister wedding dress shopping saturday, and she might plan something for sunday and monday as well. So yeah, just a heads up. Sorry.
But anyways, Iโll start writing my reply now. )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 5, 2016 1:51:14 GMT -5
(Its no worry. I work a part time job and I go to very hectic classes full time. I'll be around whenever you're here )
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 5, 2016 2:17:51 GMT -5
Aw, poor Aarow. )
I apologize in advance, this is not the best. >.> )
The first bite was a pleasant surprise for Charles. He had expected some mediocre affair, half-stuffed and poorly seasoned, but the little bakery had proved to be a gem hidden among the winding city streets.
Charles paused, halfway through a pasty, as a rustling sound issued from the other side of the stack of crates he was seated next to. He waited for the noise to continue, but there was nothing to be heard, save for the faint calling of crows in the distance. Had he imagined it? He half rose to investigate, but decided against it and fell back on to his makeshift chair with a flop, resuming his meal. There were always rats, cats, or any manner of furry creatures scuttling about in alleyways like this, and Charles wasnโt of the mind to disturb them. At least not while eating.
Two pasties and half a slice of raisin bread later, Charles hunger was satiated, he leaned back against the wall behind him, oblivious to the dirt he was doubtlessly covering his jacket in. He couldnโt have been in town more than an hour, but already the sun seemed to be slipping towards the horizon.
It felt premature to go back to his car and be driven home, but there wasnโt much in the way of entertainment he could get up to in Scathshire. Or rather, not any that he knew of, in the four years he had lived in Wintra Manor he could count the number of times he had ventured into town on one hand, or two, if he counted this visit. There was really no need for him to do so. All his food was brought in by servants, along with anything dealing with the house. If he ever felt like stretching his legs he had quite a fair bit a land to ride or walk along. He could spend years without setting a foot near the city, if he really wanted to.
Tapping a rhythm out on with his shoe he pondered the matter. It was really nothing more it, better to go home before it got and avoid leaving his chauffer hanging in a possibly hostile neighborhood. He got up and brushed off his backside, pocketing the paper bag. He turned to exit the alley, , the opposite way from when he came in. He almost pasted Aarow completely by without noticing him, if it wasnโt for the boyโs exposed toes catching the corner of his eye. He stopped, dead in his tracks, and stared at the boy curiously. How long had he been there? โUh, good dayโฆโ He found himself saying.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 5, 2016 3:03:43 GMT -5
Aarow realized the man was moving, and he started to relax, but as soon as he realized he was leaving the wrong direction, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He couldn't bring himself to move, so he'd only hoped stillness would make the nobleman overlook him. He ducked his head in hopes the man would keep walking, but not such luck.
He'd been seen. Worse, he'd been addressed. He had no idea how to respond. He flinched when he heard the man speak, turning his head away nervously. His hands tucked closer to himself, his fingers catching on his shirt. He was afraid of how this could turn out. He'd seen the ugly side of many different people. Shouting, mocking, pushing kicking. There wasn't exactly anyone around to stop him if he decided he wanted to swing at him. Not like anyone would do anything, even if he wasn't a nobleman.
(Sorry its short. I'm a little distracted by a show.)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 5, 2016 23:00:53 GMT -5
Whoops, missed this. I'll start a reply now ^^ Might take a while tho because I'm folding some cloths )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 5, 2016 23:01:47 GMT -5
(hehe good evening!)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 5, 2016 23:08:40 GMT -5
Good evening. owo How was your day? I'll actually write my reply after I finish folding cloths cause I can't multitask lol )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 5, 2016 23:09:32 GMT -5
(X3 It was entertaining~ I played Mario Cart for the first time.)
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Post by โพ--ัะฝั ฯัฮฑcโั on Sept 6, 2016 0:30:45 GMT -5
Sorry, poofed to wash some dishes as well. Chores are never ending lol ) That sounds fun, I've only ever watched people play mario cart but it seems like the type of game people can get really competitive in. )
Any other day Charles would have taken the boyโs silence as a sign to take his leave, but something about the lad intrigued him -he couldnโt place his finger on what. That, coupled with the fact he wanted an excuse to postpone his trip back home, made him stay.
It was apparent the boy was on his own in life, and it was equally clear Aarow was scared witless of him, for whatever reason. He rubbed the back of his neck, lost for words. Then, he remembered the bag in his pocket. He hadnโt planned on eating the rest of it, and frankly the boy looked as if he was in need of a handout. Charles had seen skinned rabbits with more meat on them than Aarow. Food always made a good ice breaker too, at least with the stray cats that used to live behind his dorm, who Charles thought bared an uncanny resemblance to the shabby child in front of him. Digging out the bag he extended it towards the quivering figure, still keeping his distance, and did his best to speak in what he imagined as a friendly tone. โFancy something to eat?โ
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