[CHAR] Escape the Tempest[Closed]

[Twhirtley]

Name: Logan Shropshire

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Stable Master of Shropshire Stables

Appearance: Logan is 6'0" of muscle earned through the hard work as a stable master. Dark brown hair atop dark brown eyes, along with a bright, devious smile, Logan epitomizes the ideal male from Hackamore. He prefers to dress in dark, loose fitting work clothes that also show off his male form, and as always, wears sturdy field boots.

Personality: Logan has always known just how good looking and desirable he is. This has led him to become incredibly confident and vain. Every woman, of average or greater beauty, becomes a challenge for him to overcome. Years of practice with seduction, has made him quite adept at this, knowing when to be charming, aloof, apathetic, whatever works best to seduce the woman his eye desires.

He doesn't really make many friends, though he probably could if he so wanted. He just prefers to go it alone. When in a group of people, he often becomes the leader and center of attention, using the time to demean other men while highlighting himself and the women. He's quite sharp and practical, and very hardworking, and will accept pretty much any challenge thrown at him.

History: Logan was raised by his father, the owner of Shropshire Stables, and his mother, a local teacher. He had a good childhood, though he was even a loner back then. Every day after school, he'd come home and work with his father on the stables. He soon discovered by the sidelong glances, blushing faces, and giggling, that girls loved him. From that point on, he decided to see just how far he could push that desire.

When he came of age, he took over the management of Shropshire farms, his father settling in with just maintaining the breeding program. His parents urged him to find a nice girl to marry, but Logan found he could never settle down for just any woman. So, his life since then has been one feminine conquest after another, and improving his family's stables.

Other: N/A

[Mach2]

Emma Knowles

Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Amateur Photographer. Renegade. Hitchhiker.

Appearance:
Emma stands at 5'5", around average height for a woman. Progressive for the times, she wears her hair short and dresses in trousers and men's boots. With the amount of walking she does in a day, skirts and cute feminine shoes "are simply not practical."

While not necessarily attractive, there is something alluring about Emma's quirky demeanor and easy confidence. She can often be seen with a cigarette either tucked behind one ear, held between two fingers, or placed in the corner of her lips.

Personality:
Free-spirited, adventurous, and highly questioning of the status quo, Emma was never meant to live a conventional life. She is fascinated by the world, and lives in the moment with little regard for the future or consequences. Emma prides herself on trying to figure people out. Perhaps that is why hitchhiking is so alluring - a constant stream of new people, new conversations, new stories, all mixed in with a constant sense of adventure.

Emma has a deep love of photography. She carries with her a Kodak Brownie - a cheap, but reliable camera, and plenty of extra film.

History:
Emma was born in a quiet town, the only child of a nurse at the local hospital and a carpenter. Her childhood was quiet. Uneventful. In a town of 1200 people, little ever happens. Even at a young age, though, it was clear that the girl had a sense of adventure. She would spend her days exploring the wilderness behind her house, behind the local school. Leaving the hiking trails and forging new paths for herself. Traipsing through the woods until she reached the main road, and then turning around until she found the trail again.

Her parents had a very specific set of goals in mind for Emma's life. She would attend post-secondary school. She would meet a husband, preferably one with a bit of money. They would settle down, have a few children, and life would be happy. For years, Emma begrudgingly followed this path. She went to school, yes. It was there that she picked up her love of photography, from a woman named Kate who she would undoubtedly always love far more than the man she would become engaged to. Kate, with her long curls and soft skin, was an alluring subject for Emma's budding photography skills.

At the age of twenty, she started seeing Matthew Connors. Two months later, he proposed. She accepted. The wedding was a quiet affair. Three months into the marriage, despite her best efforts, Emma still could not bring herself to be attracted to the man. She fled at night, taking to the road, and has not been heard from since.

Six months later, her wanderings have brought her to Hackamore, and the Trammel forest.

[Mach2]

Grace Sparling

Age: 17
Gender: Female
Occupation: Servant - Groundskeeper / Gardener

Appearance:
Given the slightly unsettling atmosphere of the Sinclair Manor, it wouldn't be surprising to mistake Grace for a ghost at first glance. Her hair is pale blonde, and her hair an even paler shade of white. Light blue eyes complete the unsettling aesthetic. Grace's youth shows clearly in her features. Although she is slim, she still has some baby fat on her face. The left half of her collarbone and upper arm is heavily scarred - shrapnel damage from a train wreck.

When working in the gardens, Grace wears old clothes. A skirt that has seen better days, with a simple blouse tucked into it. On her own time, she dresses a little bit nicer, opting for light dresses than reach down to her knees. Outdoors, she wears simple, flat, shoes. Indoors, she goes barefoot.

Personality:
Quiet. Polite. Timid. Grace is a sweet girl, and genuinely cares for others. At the Sinclair mansion, she does her best to stay out of the way of the other servants. Her task is to tend the yard and gardens, and she takes a slight degree of pride in her work. The flowers and plants in Lady Sinclair's gardens have certainly looked more radiant since Grace Sparling came to live there.

When new guests arrive, Grace is rarely the first person they will see. But eventually, she seeks them out. She learns their names, she has a pleasant conversation with them. And then she tries to tell them to leave.

History:
Grace Sparling does not remember a time before Lady Sinclair's mansion. She doesn't know that she is the daughter of single mother Maria Anders. She doesn't remember a childhood spent moving from one apartment to another, while her mother tried to find secure employment. She doesn't recall anything from before the night of the accident. Even the crash is hazy in her mind. A thud, a scream, and the sound of metal twisting and tearing. The newspapers would report the train wreck as a freak accident. Rain caused the foundation of the rail to wash away, and the last passenger car derailed. One was killed that night, but the papers would report two fatalities.

Grace was fifteen. She's told that she stumbled to the mansion of Lady Sinclair, bleeding through the fabric of her shirt, and collapsed on the doorstep. How such a small girl, so injured already, managed to wander so far from the site of the crash is a perplexing question. But barely alive, Grace made it to the Sinclair home. One of the servants, the butler, took the young girl in. He tended her wounds, found her a bed to rest in, and supervised her recovery. In addition to the shrapnel that had lacerated her left shoulder, Grace had also sustained a massive concussion. She remembered nothing other than her name.

When she was well enough, Lady Sinclair tasked Grace with the job of maintaining the yard and gardens. The girl agreed. It was the least she could do to return the charity of taking her in and caring for her.

Two years have passed since Grace came to the Sinclair mansion. And in that time, she has witnessed its true nature. She has seen the travellers that walk in and never walk out.

Other: Grace's curse seems to have caused her to take on the traits of an owl. Hearing and eyesight are heightened, and she is finding herself becoming more and more nocturnal. Although she has always been quiet, her stealth is now uncanny.

[merrrrideth]

Name: Anton Bonheur

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Occupation: Chef

Appearance: Standing at 5’10”, Anton is “tall” for a Frenchman. In the kitchen, his blonde hair is always neatly styled and his apron is always clean. Outside of work, Anton can be found with a charming disheveledness about him.

My Hider

Personality: Anton never grew out of his prankster phase, and he is always up for a little trouble. He does know how to be serious when the moment arrives, especially if that moment is a ruined rue or dealing with another “accident” on the grounds. Anton also suffers from a weakness for cute things and people.

History: Anton has only been at the manor for two years, and he doesn’t care to think of the time before that. The only hints at his past are the tattoos on his upper left arm and shoulder blade, one of Joan of Arc engulfed in flame and the other of a rose blossoming. (Will reveal more IC)

Other: Mountain Lion

[merrrrideth]

Name: Suzanne “Suzy” Peters

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Occupation: Attorney's Assistant

Appearance: Suzanne stands at 5’11”, and her height tends to be both intimidating and intriguing. Her dark hair is usually pulled back from her face so that she can better look people in the eyes. Always pushing the line, Suzane rarely dresses in the boring clothes expected in her profession, instead opting for more exotic threads. The same goes for the rest of her closet.

My Hider

Personality: Driven, quirky, liberal, blunt.

History: Suzanne never quite understood why she could not do everything a man could. As the only child to a New York socialite and a highly successful lawyer from Georgia, the expectations placed on Suzy's shoulders never matched the responsibilities she craved. While her parents molded her to become the next "dream girl" of New York, Suzy dreamed of taking over her fathers law firm. Late at night, she would sneak into her father's study and read his many law books. It was on one of these late nights that she caught her father in the arms of another woman; Suzy was 18 at the time. She confronted her father, who begged for secrecy. In exchange for Suzy's sealed lips, her father would give her the opportunity she had always wanted: the chance to study law. Disgusted, Suzy turned down the offer but made her father promise that he would make her mother the happiest woman in the world until his death in exchange for her secrecy. With that deal struck, Suzy made a new promise. She would make her way into the law world on her own and create a firm that would challenge even her father's "prestige." The next day, Suzy kissed her beautiful mother goodbye and headed to Massachusetts to become assistant to a lawyer in a competing firm.

Currently, Suzanne is on her way to Sinclair Manor on what she thought to be business.

[analane]

Adeline Drysdale

Name: Adeline Drysdale

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Occupation: Governess

Appearance: Not quite comely, but not quite homely, Adeline carries herself well, which is truthfully all that really matters for a governess. She stands at approximately 5'2" and, corseted, has a waist of 21.5 inches. She has a flattish nose, a wide mouth with soft pink lips, and mousy brown-blonde hair, which she usually wears up. Adeline's hair is actually a point of pride for her– left unstyled, it reaches to the base of her spine. She is lightly dusted with freckles and is quite pale (another point of pride for the governess-to-be). Perhaps her most striking feature is her eyes, which are bright blue and seem the most alive of any of her body parts. She is soft of figure, but shapely even without her corset.

Personality: Adeline is elegant and obedient, qualities much desired in a governess, but beneath the surface lies a burning curiosity. Her search for knowledge didn't end after her extensive schooling in the written works and arithmetic– Adeline is now a voracious nonfiction reader, and though she's loath to admit it, she also has a secret love for penny dreadfuls. She is polite to her employers, but when faced with opposition, her charges will find she has a biting wit and the ability to lay down the law.

History: Adeline was born to a middle-class family, and as the oldest of five, she quickly learned how to manage a household when her mother was occupied by more serious matters. Her father was a pharmacist and her mother was a schoolteacher (that is, before she married, and she married young). It was clear that Adeline had a talent for taking care of children even when she was one herself, and as soon as she was old enough, her parents enrolled her in a school for governesses. After Adeline graduated, she worked briefly for a family on the outskirts of town, but the monotony of the job bored her, so she applied for a governess position in Moscow, where English-speaking governesses were highly coveted. She received a letter of acceptance shortly after, and immediately departed for the coast, where she would make the journey to Russia. However, on her way to port, a storm waylaid her carriage, and she was forced to seek help at a very charming yet somehow otherworldly manor...

[Shurikai]

Name: Kest Pierce

Age: 28

Gender: male

Occupation: Head butler

Kest

Kest has black hair and blue eyes.

His uniform.

Personality: As head of the servants, it is Kest's duty to make sure everyone completes their tasks in a timely manner. Often he is seen as bossy and arrogant during the day, barking orders to the others. At night, he shows a gentler side. He is far more kind and speaks in a more friendly way to his coworkers. When faced with guests, he becomes a charming ladies man to the women, and submissive to the men.

History: Kest has served the Sinclair family since he was a boy. He was originally from Hackamore; his mother was a baker and his father, a cheating swindler that generally threw their money away gambling. In a bid for money, his father ended up sending him to the Sinclair family.
It wasn't long before he realized there was something wrong.

Every so often, they would receive guests. Some joined the staff and the others simply disappeared, none of them ever left. Kest always did his best to warn them about staying too long, but whenever he tried, they would never listen. He was just a boy and they thought he was trying to prank them. Over the years, he simply stopped trying and left them to their fate, losing himself in work around the mansion. He was particularly fond of the growing season and loved working the dirt for that years harvest.

Other: Kest has taken on the traits of a wolf. As such he has heightened senses of hearing and smell. He also has incredible stamina, which he puts to good use every growing season in the garden.

[Zarkun]

Name: James Huntington

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Occupation: Assassin of the Guild

Equipment: Hidden blades located on the lower forearm, hand crossbow, basically a mini crossbow, single edged long sword, long knife, brace of throwing knives

Appearance: Brown hair, not black.

Personality: James is quiet, calculating, and cold. The only thing that matters to him is getting in, doing the job right, and getting out.

History: James was inducted into the Guild of Assassins at the young age of eight, when one of it's members discovered that he had been pick-pocketed by the young man. Upon arrival to their headquarters, he was subjected to brutal but effective training that honed not only the natural talent he showed in stealth, but his killing instinct, free running skills, and many other essential skills to becoming an assassin of the guild. After his training was complete, eight years later, he was sent on group missions with other newer assassins lead by one veteran, where he demonstrated quick, clean efficient removal of targets. This lead to his quick promotion to solo contracts.

He has served faithfully for ten years and was sent to the manor at request of the village, who sent to the Guild for a skilled problem solver to investigate rumors of a curse on the manor and, if true, remove the curse from the manor.

[Bookworm]

Name:
Caron Everett

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Occupation:
(Aspiring//) Author

Appearance:

Appearance

Caron is a little short, around 5’2. She has a oval face with curious eyes and thin lips. Her body type is petite with no interesting or noticeable "additions". She is frail, weak, and easily bruised, having the shorter end of the stick when it comes to her sibling (see history). Her hair dirty blond hair is kept in a low plait bun most of the time.

Caron usually wears simple, lightly colored dresses or long skirts with a matching top. With these she wears dark flats and sometimes a white bonnet with a blue ribbon.

Personality:
Caron keeps to herself, but is very emotional. She has trouble talking because of the worries that she might be a bother- and in times, she has been. Although timid, she does her best to make sure everyone's needs are satisfied before hers.
Because of her introverted nature, she prefers to put down her ideas on paper.

Caron is a forgetful person, fueling the thoughts in her head about how nobody wants be around her for too long because she'll lose her train of thought and make the other person uncomfortable. When she does come out of her shell, which takes a lot of time and reassurance, she is a goofy, loving friend.

History:
Caron was born three years after her older sister and is the youngest child in a family on the brink between being middle or lower class. Her sister was the strong one in everything - her speech was powerful, she was physically strong, she made more friends, etc. while Caron was always in the background. The only thing Caron was almost as good at as her sister was writing/literature, especially in school.

Caron was the weaker one, and her sister wouldn't let her forget it. Whenever the younger girl was proud of something, her sister had to butt in with something like "Are you sure you did it right?" or "But did you see how I did it?", and usually, others would play along. The only person that looked out for her was her father, but he was rarely ever around.

After her education ended, Caron tried her hand at working as a nurse. She had to leave, however, because she easily became sick. After this, she remembered that she had liked writing as a young girl, and ever since had been getting back into the habit of trying to write.

Caron had been travelling with her sister and a couple of her guy friends. They had stopped in the town of Hackamore. While exploring, several people stopped and tried to talk to Caron. Red-faced, she just tried to pretend she was mute, and then came the jests of her sister and her pals. Embarrassed and angry, her emotions got the better of her and she ran off, finding herself in the forest, and finally, in the manor.

[Henwen]

Servant Character
Name: Anita Morgan
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: Scullery Maid
Appearance:

Maid Anita Morgan

Personality:
Anita is plain spoken and blunt, almost to the point of rudeness but she is as unfailingly honest as she can be under the circumstances. She has a lot of bitter anger and resentment lingering inside her and is prone to lashing out in her frustration at those who don't deserve it. She apologizes quickly however, and does her best to make up for whatever hurts she causes and holds on to the guilt she feels longer than she probably should. She has a kind heart, but she is stubborn and willful, and she tends to get carried away with her emotions.

History:
Anita lived with her mother and grandfather in the Hackamore Village. Her grandfather was a servant of the Lord Sinclair, and would accompany him on the man's travels. Her childhood was full of love and stories at her grandfather's knee, and memories of the happiness his visits would bring her mother.
Then one summer, when Anita was around her early teens, his visits abruptly stopped. Instead he would send them infrequent letters, cryptic and terse as he insisted that he could not come home, that they should under no circumstances visit him, or attempt to reach him at the Manor. His rare letters did nothing to sooth their concerns, and Anita could not understand why things had changed, why would her beloved grandfather make her mother cry. What had they done to deserve to be shunned like this. After a while, Anita refused to write him any more letters, because the reply was always the same- stubborn and unreasonable. By the time she reached her twenties she was full of resentment for her once beloved grandfather, and when his letters stopped coming she found it to be more of a relief than anything.
Then, after years of silence between them, she sent him one final letter. Mama is dying. Please Come Home.
He didn't. Her mother died of pneumonia that winter, and Anita was left alone to buried her mother.
Angry and grieving, Anita finally decided to do what her mother had always forbidden when she was younger and go up to the Sinclair Mansion to demand an explanation.
She has been there ever since.

Other: Black wooly ewe

Guest Character
Name: Father Marco
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: Priest
Appearance:

Young Father Marco

Personality:
Marco is an earnest young man. Growing up in an orphanage, he is very thankful for the opportunities he has had in life and optimistic about the future. He is generous towards others, always willing to lend a hand or an ear to strangers and compassionate to their troubles. He tries his best to offer whatever help or comfort he is capable of, but willingly admits that his is naive to the ways of the world and does not have all the answers. He is fresh faced and idealistic, but also passionate about the mysteries of the world both earthly and otherworldly.

History:
Marco grew up in an orphanage run by Sister Adelaide of the Holy Church. She was a kind hearted woman who instilled in him respect, moral virtues and a love for scripture. He joined a boys choir for the church in the city and earned a scholarship to pay for his education when his voice finally broke from his once boyish tenor into a rich and gentle baritone that belies his still boyish face. His college education focused mainly on counseling and delving deep into church philosophy and spirituality, and soon after its completion he joined the Church proper.
He has finally been assigned his own parish, a moderately small village called Kimblewick, which to reach he has had to pass through many small villages. Hackamore was one of the villages he had to pass through, and although he did not stay long, it was long enough to hear rumors and warnings of the Sinclair Manor. He had hoped to pass through the Trammel forest quickly, but was caught in the storm.

[Dapper Amaroq]

Name: Damien Anthony

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Occupation: Butler

Appearance: Damien is a brown eyed, dark skinned man that stands a bit on the short side at 5 ft (152.4 cm). He has neck length, stiff black hair, a smooth square jaw, and a seemingly permanent scowl on his resting face. His broad shoulder emphasize the bulky frame beneath his uniform.

Personality: Damien has a bit of a bleak outlook on strangers to the mansion. He tends to be cold towards newcomers to the mansion, but eventually gets used to their presence, even if he still didn't like them. Those who would call him their "friend" would find him an extremely hard worker willing to handle any physical task, even though he is still abrasive to even his friends, as normal social grace doesn't apply when he doesn't feel like applying it.

Damien's defining trait is his honesty. However, honesty combined with his brash personality isn't always a good thing. He's never afraid of telling others what he thinks, and he often makes it a point to let them know just how angry he might be or how idiotic someone is. Anyone that might object to this sort of honesty would only be told that they were being childish. The truth is the truth, after all, and no amount of wordplay would make it any better.

History: Damien is a foreigner who hails from a well known country up north. His father was the head of a prominent thieves guild that often dabbled in murder and espionage. This father was anything but a perfect role model. He pretended to be a noble in public, but could be downright barbaric to those who worked under him. He was a heavy drinker, and became extremely violent when provoked. He had even killed Damien's mother, a concubine he had owned, after she bore his child and asked to leave the guild to take care of him. Damien, instead would be raised by tutors hired by his father. As he grew older, Damien's education would require him to build his muscle and learn business management skills, for his father hoped that he could one day hand over operations to his son. Damien, however, was growing to hate his father. A servant had told him of his mother's killer, and it disgusted him to think that his father got away with it. It's what lead him to finally set out on his own to try and escape the anger he felt growing up. His father threatened to cut him off from the family fortune, but it was exactly what Damien wanted. He headed south for warmer lands, penniless but confident that he could find a better life.

The job search turned out to be more difficult than he had thought it would be. Since he had never finished before leaving everything behind, he had trouble finding anyone who would hire someone with no real credentials other than "foreigner, willing to work for low payment". He leaped from job to job, ranging from serving tables at small restaurants to hunting, and other jobs, building an impressive resume with experience in a wide range of management and labor occupations. Eventually, he found himself looking for employment at the mansion. He resides there to this day.

Other: Despite his short stature, Damien puts forth an impressive presence, able to intimidate those much larger than himself. This, along with a sharp sense of smell, quick reflexes, and a number of odd traits make him seem almost like a wolverine.

[Quetzalcoatl]

Cy

Name:
Terrance Welston (Cyrus Vedon)

Age: 28

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Various

Appearance:
Standing at 5'11'' with a dishevelled look and an emaciated body, Terrance could be said share a greater likeness to a fresh corpse than to a man. Such a comparison might unfair, if it were not for the fact that he carries himself as lightly as a ghost would, often escaping the notice of many by mere nature. A scraggly beard and unkempt brown hair hide a haggard face aged beyond it's years, defined features drooping with stress but still alluding to a wealth long lost. Sitting centrepiece of that face Terrance's vibrant green eyes lay framed by the rings of uncounted sleepless nights. Atop his shoulders hang a worn but ornate coat now baggy and large for his frame, but one he no doubt fit into in days long past.

Personality:
Timid by any measure Terrance, perhaps understandably, shies away from social situations and even when forced into them acts with the utmost reticence. In these uncomfortable contacts with other people Terrance can often be seen checking a pocket watch, a watch whose dials have been still for many years. However, away from prying eyes Terrance displays an intellect that contrasts sharply with his attitude and appearance. What openness might be held back with other human beings is given freely to books of all subjects, books which Terrance seems to read with feverish intensity as if searching for something in the pages, desperately turning them to near an answer set eternally around the corner.

History:
Born to a notable industrialist of a father and a family of tremendous wealth Terrance lived the first eighteen years of his life as the trimmed and proper the heir to a company and a fortune on a vast estate. While to many such a life in the very lap of luxury might be a step removed from utopia, Terrance grew to find it suffocating. After years of playing the perfect son living the perfectly planned life and suppressing the growing animosity he felt towards his family the Terrance slipped away in the night and fled to the big city.

For a year he worked in between jobs while his family fruitlessly searched from him and when the attention span of the media finally ran out he volunteered for the peace time army under the false name of Cyrus Vedon. Nineteen and looking for a life and name of his own the opportunity presented by the military was simply too appealing to pass up, and a year later when war reared it's ugly head Terrance felt only exuberance and honour being one of the first to receive the summons.

After several skirmishes Terrance's naive exuberance may have faded, but he had gained the distinction he wanted. The war was nearing an end and he'd been promised his own command when it finally ceased, a name for himself he earned, one he bled for. It was with these thoughts the final battle approached, and it was with these thoughts that the world ended.

Years later a wandering man who called himself Cy on his way to a small town for work would be caught in a storm and spurred on by a devil in every boom of the thunder he'd stumble his way onto an estate far too similar to the one that haunted his dreams.

[merrrrideth]

Boop! Post up for both Suzy and Anton.

[Krinos Solstice]

Name: 'Sythi' (Real name unknown)

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Occupation: Unknown at this time.

Appearance: Sythi stands an even six feet, her messy long hair is mostly blonde with a faded blueish dye in it. Her eyes, should one manage to get a long enough look at them, are a dull green color. Her clothing varies from day to day, typically winding up mismatched, nearly all of them are stained in one way or another. Her figure is thin, though unknown if it's from genetics, or lack of eating.

Personality: Sythi is unperdictable, highly unstable, and sometimes hostile. She suffers from a mixture of conditions, the two most dominant ones being amnesia and split personality disorder. To date, there are as many as three other personalities she takes on, though it is unknown which will emerge on any given day. She has no concept of time anymore either.

History: Not much is known about Sythi's past. Nobody knows her true identity aside from the Mistress, and due to her overlapping conditions, she doesn't even know herself. One thing is clear though, given the state of her clothing, she has been on the grounds for an indeterminant amount of time. Where exactly, is unknown.

Other: Sythi carries an assortment of little odds and ends she finds, which she typically forgets about due to the amnesia.