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Dream Daddy (now with Moms!) : Always Accepting Applications

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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Westminister Hospital

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Gerard looked over to the man in red next to him and to the doctor and nodding in agreement at the plans they were coming up. Although a bit fidgety, he was rather patiently waiting for the doctor as he ran through the bundle of papers, Gerard hopefully reckoned this will help them figure out where Millicent might've gone to. He could not quite read the doctor's expression when his eyes moved towards the both of them.

What he said next didnt sound good. Listening intently at his every word Gerard was feeling more and more worried for Millicent's fate. He will not let him have it, he will certainly try all he can but the doctor's points on the matter seemed to make it look like there's little hope for it. But there's no sense in giving up now. As he had told himself, and Millicent many times before that he will stand by her side in the midst of a hurricane, and if it means throwing himself in the middle of it just to get her somewhere safe is enough a motivation and take that seemingly unattainable window of hope to save Millicent, "Is there some way we could reach them quickly?"

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Frances Warwick

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Location: The Glimmeric;

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At that moment Sarah Ann bolted up and finally came to her senses, there was true horror drawn in her eyes. Everybody went quiet for a moment, eyes all on her with genuine worry until she spoke up. Frances gave her arms to comfort the young woman, it does happen but not as common to have lesser experienced girls be plagued with nightmares with traumatic encounters. The worst of it would evidently leave an irreversible impression on them, even going as far as to ruining their functionality and their whole life. One client made that tremendous mistake. Frances made a promise to make him not see the light of day again for it. And without regrets she will do it again to the next one who would even dare.

"Hush now. No need to apologize, mijita. Tell me what you saw?" Frances gently pats her back, though this would help her ease down if she lets it all out. Sarah went on and retell her dream in a most detailed manner. One of the girls standing behind let out an audible snicker, while the other one elbowed her. "What? It sounds so silly." she reasoned the other. Frances just let her rest against her, "Have you had anything to drink? Some tea perhaps?" "I did saw her chugging some spirits while back." Ruby voiced out,"I may... be partly to blame for that." she was leaning on the post just next to her. "Well, no wonder." the madam said nonchalantly. She gestured the two girls on the back to get her some tea, and went back to Sarah Ann. "Would it help if I stay here for awhile?"

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

Finally got the chance to squeeze in a post. Well, back to work again. *rides off a flying halla*

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

There is something about this place that is oddly calming to Aseema. A place with just the right amount of gloom, almost giving out an odd, poignant feeling. Staring at the horizon she finally has a vivid picture of the Silent Plains, like in the stories the Keeper would frighten the young misbehaving children. Reminiscing about it now it was a rather silly story for a legend. Although silly it may seem, it still made her feel wary to sleep here. In fact she probably would'nt as much shut her eyes, just to make sure Fen'Harel won't have his little visit in her dreams tonight.

Surrounded by a few dead trees Aseema looked up at the untamed skies above grasping her hood from the tireless winds, every once in a while the sky would flicker behind the clouds. A storm is on the horizon it seems.

She was taking a stroll, ensuring not to go too far from the campsite although, knowing her that's a short lived promise. Aseema would not miss up on anything worth looking around. She didn't like being stationary, her feet would get unbearably ansty.

After they've set up she insisted on scouting for some resources. Food, wood, some long lost buried treasure, anything really. Partially she's just making up an excuse to get up and do some exploring. And she was somehow productive of it too, on the way she had gathered some wild berries and some twigs for the fire. For a rather desolate place it seems to be inhabited by game in the area. She was no hunter like her mother, although she wished she was now, alternatively she'll have to make due with her limited foraging skills.

It took her awhile to get back to camp, mainly because the eerie consistency of stumps and trees made her walk in circles for a good few minutes. This is why she retraces her steps in her journal, taking note of her tracks in case she gets lost but this time her hands were full. It was up until she reached the end of the camp, she heard Ovra call out. From a distance she looked over at her then only she noticed the approaching company. She paced towards the camp and dropped the cloth sack of berries and bundles twigs from her arms, and joined in with the group peering on the windy horizon.

"I certainly hope they aren't looking for any trouble. " she mused loudly.

What Are You Listening To?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Westminister Hospital

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Gerard gave a sympathetic look to the doctor, Mrs Wyndham is the ultimate test of patience. As someone who had to put up with that woman on a regular basis it's expected for even the most patient man to come unglued. Returning at the subject of Millicent, he bore a wary look as the Doctor's comment. As much as he hated to hear it, it was the most likely possibility.

"No sir." Gerard responded to the Doctor's initial query. "It is very unlike her to be running off without a word. Nor without my..." Gerard paused, and later repaced his words. "Without an escort sir. " A part of his job being the coach driver is to be his employer's protector, but more so he had taken it upon himself to stay by her side if she needs him to. It was indeed very unusual for her to leave him out if she were to go somewhere. It bothered him deeply, considering what had happened to her only led him to assume that she was some danger.

Gerard recalled a very hollow Millicent when she came home that evening, the emptiness in her eyes, bloodied and bruised and delicate. Looking at Dr Graham, Gerard anstily retold the last time he saw her. "I knew there was something wrong the moment I saw her bruised and with an empty look in her eyes. I stared at her yet she wasnt even there." Then he remembered Lord Rutherford escorting her, the ring from her finger, and what Cook had told him. Millie wanting to get rid of the possibility of bearing a child. He blurted it out to himself more than to the two men in front of him, word by word. "He... did things to her. I wish I could've done something." He paused, as if exhausted and catching his own breath. He then turned back to the two men in front of him "PLease, we have to find her."

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Frances Warwick

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Location: The Glimmeric;

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Frances rested one hand on her hips, still maintaining an amused look. "That he doesn't." She could see the young man was not very fond of the attention. Though never truly meaning anything by it, the situation is more of an unexpected surprise rather than mere amusement, knowing the Talinks. "Regardless, It is help worth taking, he is very proficient." It was neither to ridicule or to compliment him, rather than a reputation known of his family.

That moment Ruby bursted out from the front door, and felt her grabbing her fore arm "There you are." Frances turned around to see a slightly tensed Ruby. The madame asked her what was wrong. Ruby lead her inside and up to the rooms "I think you need to check up on Sarah, the girls said she's been trashing in her sleep. " As they came in her bedroom one of the girls was trying to get a hold of her when she screamed and kicking the sheets. The madame put the other girl aside and sat on the bed where Sarah Anne was trashing. She was shacking her gently, pressing her hand against her cheek whilst muttered for her to wake up.

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

Horay! Very hyped for this. I'll be adding the character thoughts once I get my stuff done for the day.

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

The runaway keeper

Aseema Viranni

Female| 26 | Elf

Basic Info

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Birthplace

The Dales

Appearance

A dark haired elf with a slender frame, soft features and a pale rosy complexion riddled with gentle freckles, Aseema sticks out a girlish charm given that she's fairly older than she actually looks. She cant even recall how many times the local guards mistake her to be some delinquent teenager on the streets and this would annoy her to an extent. Appearance wise she is fairly good looking though at most she wears her face uninvitingly, in a indifferent and frowning expression, undermining her true indicative beauty. Her eyes are most expressive, round and long lashed in a way that one could easily see though her even if she says so little. The elf considers this as one of her dire weaknesses as her helpless responses gives whatever she's hiding away so instantly and finds it a challenge to hide unnecessary feelings.

Aseema hates the sun. From her experience, her pallid complexion is prone to the nastiest sunburns so most likely she dons over a cloak to keep her protected. Her hair is a dark wavy mess, usually tied up to keep it in place. Her choice of clothing would be robes and leathers, light enough to move around and protected at the same time. She carries around a satchel bag to contain her equipments.

Background

Aseema was practically born into keeperhood. While every mage born elf clamor and kill for at an opportunity, Aseema more likely considers it a misfortune rather than anything. This was never the case back when she was younger. As early as five her guardians instilled the fantasy and glamor of keeperhood, which the young Aseema fell for. It was hard training but she proved to be the best among her contenders.

Aseema had very limited memory of her own parents. She never knew her father, who had died whilst defending the clan from slavers and her mother had to raise her alone until she disappeared one day. Her hunting pary went missing, and never knew what became of them. Only some speculations that they were intercepted by Tevinter slavers. She was then taken under the care of various relatives before officially becoming the keeper's first.

One day she went exploring, a young Aseema happened to pass by an old abandoned home filled with nothing but old and worn out books. It was a shame for someone to leave them forlorn so as to not have them go to waste, and out of her own curiosity she secretly brought some back to the camp to read. Her interest of human books grew, from the pages she saw another world beyond the clan. It excited her, awakening the wanderlust within her and from then on fantasized of going to these worlds. She would regularly visit her favorite spot and contently indulge herself in literature all day.

In many ways books had educated her about the world beyond the confines of her clan. The customs, the people, their clothing and politics. All these made her scrutinize the clan's own purposes, realizing how small and narrow they are compared. The dalish are a stagnant community, never really improving, nor learning anything new and Aseema knew from then on that she did not want to live that way. The isolation and limits of tradition dragged her, a concern she one day shared to her mentor. Yet the keeper was not so glad about what his young first had been mysteriously learning and later on found out that she had been bringing in foreign books inside the clan. He saw this as a distraction to her true duties, and ordered them to get rid off it. She was torn between her fate as the keeper, and her desire for adventure. Until one night of fitful argument had ultimately fixed her decision, on going on a spontaneous adventure that very next morning. Like any other young, naive and adventurous soul, Aseema stood by her desire to leave and hid on a carriage cart to be smuggled out the Dales, never looking back on the life she came to detest.

It didn't take long for her to regret that decision however. The moment she was dropped to Hamsal, became the most tumultuous moment in her life. Aseema could not keep up with everything and since she wasn't exactly ready and well equipped for it, with no real knowledge aside from the books she read. What she saw had greatly disappointed her. Hamsal was really nothing like the progressive and colorful human cities that she had read about. Only that at any given moment was some sort of danger waiting to pounce at her around the corners. It was an over all peculiar and terrifying experience. Yet the young elf is not without spirit, at least to a certain extent. She navigated the city as best she could, at the same time careful and observant of any possible danger. But this wasnt enough prevention from muggers, slavers and one time, the Circle as she carelessly made a public display of her magical abilities. Her naivete was mostly to blame for this series of unfortunate encounters.

The days she spent in the city, her luck slowly depletes with it. Though she found work at a local tavern, and is doing a terrible job at it, had somehow helped her get by, but one day things started to turn around when she was given an opportunity for mercenary work. Something that she never really considered before but at that point she gladly went for it.
The promise of adventure hooked her right in, and got rid of her plain tavern job. It was an opportunity she could not miss that she practically threw herself at her employer, but ultimately her abilities proved her to be a well deserved addition to the Oathbreakers.

Personality

Aseema has this unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She always has this desire to learn new things and the drive to delve into the unknown and unexplored. Anything new to her is bound to gain her interest, it goes without saying such character is prone to some trouble along the way. She lives by a "what could possibly go wrong" attitude, hence uncaring of the consequences and willingly taking risks whether light or heavy makes no difference to her, all for the sole purpose of learning. Although she says that, when bad decisions came with regrets, it's one thing that will eat her the most. Seen as quiet, uncaring and indifferent, she lights up like forest fire when her interests are a subject, her eyes would glimmer at anything exciting and mostly she has a hard time concealing it. Basically, she's always the first to lose at a game of wicked grace.

Growing up in seclusion from the outside, it's only natural for her to be wary among new people, this did not help her much at the beginning however the time she spent with the group years later had made her got over that. In those ten years, she remarkably matured and grew, and more so understanding the world in both viewpoint and action. Aseema still hung around during those ten years, considering that she has nowhere else to go if she ever did. Sure there are other opportunities to take, and her thirst for adventure would take her between continents but at the end of the day she finds herself coming back to them, she grew so sentimental that she could never imagine living a life without them, more than she likes to admit.

Curriculum Vitae

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Years served

A decade

Profession

Mage | Keeper

Modius Operandi

Aseema does both offensive and defensive with a preference for long ranged combat, as her obvious lack of physical strength makes her useless in upfront combat unless she's shapeshifting.

Skills

Dalish Lore- Has a reasonable amount of knowledge about the Dalish, being born and educated there.

Alchemy- Has a wide range of knowledge with herbs and alchemical healing.

Stealth- Developed from years of keeping away from trouble, she can manage to slip into anything if it calls for desperate measures.

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Important Relations:

Keeper Falael - Clan keeper, mentor. The closest father figure she has since her own. A serious and demanding man, yet compassionate and approachable. They had a heated argument because of her own doubts of the clan and keeperhood. She regrets her actions towards her up to this day, and wishing she could go back and be forgiven, only to give her some ease.

Nayara - Mother. The clan's head hunter, one day went missing together with her party. It was believed that they were ambushed or killed by Tevinter slavers while on their hunting. A fun and loving mother to Aseema. One of the fondest memories of she has of her is the lullaby she hums when putting a very young Aseema to sleep, carrying in her arms and the smell and feel of her long dark hair against her cheeks.

Felix - Barman, old boss. The moment Aseema came into the tavern, he instantly figured the girl wasnt from around the city. He almost pitied her, and the moment he realized she seemed like needing some help. Though he may be twice as demanding and hard assed as the keeper, he was kind enough to offer her a job and a place to stay. Aseema would still visit the tavern if she had the time, if only to unwind and have a mug of his good stuff.

Thoughts:

Feelings on the other members of the group. To be filled in later.

Tools of the Trade

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Weapons & Ammunition

-Heartwood Staff
-Carving knife

Spells

-Primal magic- the manipulation of earth and sky, can be used as both offensive and defensive. Aseema can conjure up a wall of earth or armor for protection against instantaneous attacks, or project lightning towards enemies.
-Shape shifting- When things get up close and personal, she turns into a bear and maul the nearest bad guy. She only knows how to shift into one type of animal.

Clothing & Armor

-Leather Armor
-Short fur cloak
-Leather boots
-Dark hand wraps

Tools & Things

-Herbalist kit
-Leather bound journal
-Charcoal pen

Potions & Poultices

-Healing Poultice (3x)
-Healing Potion (2x)
-Lyrium Potion (2x)

Ingredients & Rations

-Bundles of freshly picked elfroot
-Waterskin
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Bags & Pouches

-Satchel Bag
-Bandolier

Odds and Ends

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DREAM DADDY BUT WITH MOMS

That's a better comparison.

DREAM DADDY BUT WITH MOMS

A lot of fun drunken bickering I suppose. So this going to be like The Real Housewives but less trash and more gay? How exciting.