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NAME: Lee Silvertongue
ABSTRACT: A painfully creative young woman that has a tendency to get along better with inanimate objects and materials than people.
APPEARANCE: Twenty-three years old, 5'8''. Pale with thick,short, wavy black hair that just touches her jawline. Dark eyes and a lean physique. Scars along her fingers and hands.
DETAIL:
History: Currently, she helps out at her Father's shop and maintains her own on the side. Lee works with precious stones and gems for the most part, polishing, cutting them and engraving them. She's very good with her hands, using her skills for a variety of jobs that range from decorating the hilts of weapons to cutting the smallest gems for jewelry. Her own shop has more to do with the art she creates with paints and her thread, trinkets she makes out of colored glass and sits out for people to see.
She rarely goes outside but if she does she tends to either spend the time alone of with her two younger twin brothers, teaching them about their surroundings. Her father is almost always busy and her mother passed away of an illness shortly after the twins were born, so she takes on the maternal role in their home.
Personality: Lee isn't against being with others or conversing with them but she is soft-spoken and worries too much about what people may think of her. She prefers to stay in her or her father's shop, singing to herself as she works through the day. While she's a hard worker she doesn't mind to throw the occasional afternoon away to just laze around under the warm sun. She's caring and fairly intelligent, but can be very protective when it comes to her family.
(I hope this is alright. Wasn't sure exactly what was okay to put down.)
ABSTRACT: A painfully creative young woman that has a tendency to get along better with inanimate objects and materials than people.
APPEARANCE: Twenty-three years old, 5'8''. Pale with thick,short, wavy black hair that just touches her jawline. Dark eyes and a lean physique. Scars along her fingers and hands.
DETAIL:
History: Currently, she helps out at her Father's shop and maintains her own on the side. Lee works with precious stones and gems for the most part, polishing, cutting them and engraving them. She's very good with her hands, using her skills for a variety of jobs that range from decorating the hilts of weapons to cutting the smallest gems for jewelry. Her own shop has more to do with the art she creates with paints and her thread, trinkets she makes out of colored glass and sits out for people to see.
She rarely goes outside but if she does she tends to either spend the time alone of with her two younger twin brothers, teaching them about their surroundings. Her father is almost always busy and her mother passed away of an illness shortly after the twins were born, so she takes on the maternal role in their home.
Personality: Lee isn't against being with others or conversing with them but she is soft-spoken and worries too much about what people may think of her. She prefers to stay in her or her father's shop, singing to herself as she works through the day. While she's a hard worker she doesn't mind to throw the occasional afternoon away to just laze around under the warm sun. She's caring and fairly intelligent, but can be very protective when it comes to her family.
(I hope this is alright. Wasn't sure exactly what was okay to put down.)
Sounds interesting. Definitely giving this a shot.
@Aerandir Alright, thanks for letting me know. Guess we'll see.
The woman watched the man eat for a moment or two before turning away to look towards the sounds coming from the other rooms. Must've been the mother getting her child together. She hadn't actually seen the mother's face, the shadows of the house obscuring her view earlier. The soldier's face though, she had seen. He was a handsome man but not her type. She liked them a little looser around the edges. Preferably just about unravelling at the seams. A furry mass nudged itself against her leg and she looked down to find Themistocles rubbing his head against her side, nearly shifting her footing. Chuckling she stroked him behind the ears, glancing up as the man spoke again. Rowena's brow creased ever so slightly as she was about respond when a young woman opened the door and started screaming about walkers. Rowena's face absolutely lit up. The surge of adrenalin was almost instantaneous. Finally she would have something to do. But just as she realized this, picking up her pipe, it dawned on her that all she had was well, the pipe. The pipe and a dog. Themistocles could definitely topple a walker or three but she did not allow him to bite unless she gave a specific command. And she would not be giving that command, not wanting him to become infected. She didn't know whether animals could become walkers or not but she was not risking it.
All but vibrating with excitement, she followed the woman outside quickly, helping out where she could, the hype adding to her strength, giving some that she wouldn't have otherwise had. Her nails dug into her palm as she tried to contain herself, focusing her new-found energy into helping out. She looked for Ethan quickly when all that could be done was done and made her way over. "Hey there. So, do you mind if I create a distraction when they get close? Really loud, drive them away sort of distraction? It's really no trouble, I'd love to do it. I'm aching to stretch my legs anyway. I'll lead them away and kill them off while you all fight here. I'll come back as soon as possible," Rowena said, eyes shining. She waited for Ethan to give her a response before nodding and moving on, looking around. After a minute she recognized the mother, holding her child close and trying to soothe her. Rowena swallowed as she seemed to be addressing her, assuming she'd have a problem with the child. The child was hardly on Rowena's mind when her mother had cheekbones like that. Rowena approached with caution, the way one would a paranoid injured deer, calming herself down if only for this situation. She was fully aware that the young woman was talking to the two men but somehow it didn't bother her at all. She seemed to be waiting on an answer so Rowena simply spoke during the pause. Gently, she reached out to touch her fingertips to the woman's shoulder, just to get her attention, the touch non-threatening before it was retracted. "Ah, I know this will come off strange but I think you're fucking gorgeous," she said bluntly before glancing at Ethan then the soldier and back to the mother. "I'm assuming gentlemen are your thing, handsome and strong as they are, but if you ever feel like batting for the same team let me know, yeah?" Rowena offered a charming smile, one to the mother then to the child. "Oh but that fantastic bone structure isn't the only reason I came over. I was wondering if you'd want Themistocles to play your bodyguard while this thing goes down. He's quite useful," Rowena said, patting the animal's head, the dog looking up happily, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
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All but vibrating with excitement, she followed the woman outside quickly, helping out where she could, the hype adding to her strength, giving some that she wouldn't have otherwise had. Her nails dug into her palm as she tried to contain herself, focusing her new-found energy into helping out. She looked for Ethan quickly when all that could be done was done and made her way over. "Hey there. So, do you mind if I create a distraction when they get close? Really loud, drive them away sort of distraction? It's really no trouble, I'd love to do it. I'm aching to stretch my legs anyway. I'll lead them away and kill them off while you all fight here. I'll come back as soon as possible," Rowena said, eyes shining. She waited for Ethan to give her a response before nodding and moving on, looking around. After a minute she recognized the mother, holding her child close and trying to soothe her. Rowena swallowed as she seemed to be addressing her, assuming she'd have a problem with the child. The child was hardly on Rowena's mind when her mother had cheekbones like that. Rowena approached with caution, the way one would a paranoid injured deer, calming herself down if only for this situation. She was fully aware that the young woman was talking to the two men but somehow it didn't bother her at all. She seemed to be waiting on an answer so Rowena simply spoke during the pause. Gently, she reached out to touch her fingertips to the woman's shoulder, just to get her attention, the touch non-threatening before it was retracted. "Ah, I know this will come off strange but I think you're fucking gorgeous," she said bluntly before glancing at Ethan then the soldier and back to the mother. "I'm assuming gentlemen are your thing, handsome and strong as they are, but if you ever feel like batting for the same team let me know, yeah?" Rowena offered a charming smile, one to the mother then to the child. "Oh but that fantastic bone structure isn't the only reason I came over. I was wondering if you'd want Themistocles to play your bodyguard while this thing goes down. He's quite useful," Rowena said, patting the animal's head, the dog looking up happily, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
@Belle @josephb
Still waiting on everyone else in the house, Rowena let herself take in the interior of the house a bit more. It reminded her of her own home. A simple three-story house. nothing incredibly grand but nicely decorated. She remembered her room, painted with forget-me-nots and the occasional bumblebee, the large window looking out onto a sweet neighborhood. She remembered that it smelled often of her mother's baking and her step-father's cologne. Now that house was broken, had probably been raided more than once and contained a dead, decomposing body. It made Rowena sigh as she stared out into the room. Though she snapped out of her thoughts when the man from earlier, the one who'd attempted to pet Themistocles, smiled at her. For a minute or so, she didn't know how to react, surprised by the action. She was about to say something but then he was getting up and stumbling slightly, making Rowena wince in sympathy. The position he'd been in didn't exactly look terribly comfortable and she could only sympathize with the hell his body was giving him. About to offer her hands, maybe to help work any kinks or tension out of his neck, Rowena made another attempt to speak, only to have it thwarted again by words she didn't understand.
"Pardon?" She asked, cocking her head and taking a step forward, for maybe she'd heard the man wrong. But no, a minute later he did seem to be clarifying that he'd been saying good morning. The woman smiled, her mood considerably bettered by this little acknowledgment of a complete stranger. As he moved, she watched him do so, her gaze drifting comfortably past his hips and further down. Not bad. Not bad at all.
She looked up quickly as he opened the tuna, the smell not unfamiliar but definitely new compared to the cans of soup and pasta she'd been eating. The woman was hungry, but not hungry enough to ask for food right now, so she just nodded as he said something about it being bright. "That it is, yes. It's a good thing! Sun's shining...perhaps it'll be a good day today. At least a little bit better than the last, yeah?" Rowena said, finding that being optimistic never hurt her. And who knew? She could be right. They could stumble upon a heap of supplies.
"Pardon?" She asked, cocking her head and taking a step forward, for maybe she'd heard the man wrong. But no, a minute later he did seem to be clarifying that he'd been saying good morning. The woman smiled, her mood considerably bettered by this little acknowledgment of a complete stranger. As he moved, she watched him do so, her gaze drifting comfortably past his hips and further down. Not bad. Not bad at all.
She looked up quickly as he opened the tuna, the smell not unfamiliar but definitely new compared to the cans of soup and pasta she'd been eating. The woman was hungry, but not hungry enough to ask for food right now, so she just nodded as he said something about it being bright. "That it is, yes. It's a good thing! Sun's shining...perhaps it'll be a good day today. At least a little bit better than the last, yeah?" Rowena said, finding that being optimistic never hurt her. And who knew? She could be right. They could stumble upon a heap of supplies.
@Aerandir Okay there friend :P I'm responsible for my WORDS. Not your reaction. I can say I hate candy but it's up to you whether you throw candy at my face like LIKE IT OR I HATE YOU FOREVER or whether you react like- oh okay that's nice, I respectfully disagree.
I had never intended to start any drama, and did not say anything overly harsh. I simply asked if we could move things along. But I agree it'd be nice to just put everything behind us and continue on.
I had never intended to start any drama, and did not say anything overly harsh. I simply asked if we could move things along. But I agree it'd be nice to just put everything behind us and continue on.
Upon seeing the leader walk back into the room, Rowena looked up, straightening her shoulders a little. Or at least, it seemed like he was the leader. When he informed her that she could stay she smiled, nodding her gratitude before looking around the house. She didn't have anyone to converse with and most of them didn't look like they wanted to. Biting her lip and curling her fingers into her palm she went to find herself a place to sleep. It all looked ten times nicer than the hard concrete floor of the sewer sidewalks. After a minute of awkward walking around the woman found that the best place to sleep would be a torn-up sofa. Or rather, just the end of it. She patted the largest corner that was still held together and smiled as Themistocles hopped up eagerly, doing his three little circles before laying down. Rowena took her baseball cap off and carefully climbed up beside him, bringing her knees to her chest and her letting her head fall to the animal's upper half. Protective as always, Themistocles shifted a little closer and let his tail sweep over her hip. And even though she was very tired Rowena didn't sleep for a while, falling in and out of her strange dreams. They were usually filled with her, a man and pretty, calm, undisturbed scenery. It was nice while it lasted.
Rowena was awoken by the noise of people bustling about and getting ready to leave. She was used to sleeping in, since she didn't fear walkers walking in on her and trying to eat her in her sleep. She stretched and ended up falling off the sofa with a small 'oof'. Brushing herself down as she stood, she slipped her cap back on and was glad to see Themistocles up on his feet already, looking around and then back to her, eager to see where they'd be going today. Although the trouble of getting her things back remained. If they followed the highway, she'd be able to get them back. There were a lot of useful things there. Rowena hoped they'd trust her enough to have someone come help her. Her supply run had obviously come up empty supply-wise and she was starting to feel a little weak. Time would tell, she supposed as she massaged her own shoulder gently, working out the tense muscles. "Morning," she said brightly, addressing no one in particular.
Rowena was awoken by the noise of people bustling about and getting ready to leave. She was used to sleeping in, since she didn't fear walkers walking in on her and trying to eat her in her sleep. She stretched and ended up falling off the sofa with a small 'oof'. Brushing herself down as she stood, she slipped her cap back on and was glad to see Themistocles up on his feet already, looking around and then back to her, eager to see where they'd be going today. Although the trouble of getting her things back remained. If they followed the highway, she'd be able to get them back. There were a lot of useful things there. Rowena hoped they'd trust her enough to have someone come help her. Her supply run had obviously come up empty supply-wise and she was starting to feel a little weak. Time would tell, she supposed as she massaged her own shoulder gently, working out the tense muscles. "Morning," she said brightly, addressing no one in particular.
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