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The Bawdy Dog

@Illogical Jim That works great actually. I can see Edward never practicing but still somehow being rather talented on the lute, much to the chagrin of of Ealdwine.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

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Maria Farrah

Name: Maria Farrah, manager and shop keeper of Maria's Medicines and Sundries

Race: Human

Age: 26

Gender: Female



Appearance: 5'5", slim build, soft brown eyes, unmarked olive skin, dark brown wavy hair that reaches past her shoulder blades when let down, but is normally tied in a loose, messy bun. Stands with upright posture, but walks with a world-wary stride.

Clothing: Favors simple outfits, modest necklines, neutral or dark colored blouses and surcoats. No Jewelry, save for a necklace with a wedding ring in rather pitiable condition around her neck.

Weapons: Stolen from her blacksmith father is a masterfully cast forearm length dagger, which she keeps behind the shop counter. As a masterful crafter of potions (labelled as herbal medicine of course), she is also a very skilled poison synthesist. Normally, she will not carry either of these on her person.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Skills: Not particularly skilled in using said dagger, and received no martial training. Possesses mild blacksmith ability, and high medical proficiency.

Magic: She has retained a spellbook that allows her to imbue her medicines with magical restorative power. However, in the weaker magical climate of Waeldeshore, it's usually too much effort to synthesize potions that can instantly heal major injuries. Most of her medicines generally speed up recovery from illness, and cure mildly dangerous diseases. She takes care not to allow her patrons to know that she uses the spellbook, and instead claims that she cultivates rare herbs from a far away land.

Backstory: The daughter of a blacksmith, Maria fell in love with an Elf in her youth, abandoning her family to marry him and live on Silver Lilly Isle. There they settled down, and started a family with a son named Jason. Several years later, Maria woke up one morning to find that her husband had disappeared without a trace, and an army was advancing towards their home. War had broken out on the island. In the carnage, Maria fled with her young son to Waeldeshore, seeking safe haven. When the war finally subsided and her husband was nowhere to be found, Maria settled down in Waeldeshore, and set up a medical shop in the town, using a spellbook from her husband's collection to augment the herbs.

At the time of the RP's start, Maria has gained quite the reputation as an incredibly skilled healer, and has earned the goodwill of many regular customers. She lives in the town with her half elf son Jason, who is now 9 years old, but has still not yet learned how to talk. Recent events in the town have put her on edge, though she figures that all the commotion should die down soon enough. Despite all of her mind's reasoning, she still believes in her heart that her husband is still alive and will one day return.

Jason Mariasson

Name: Jason Mariasson

Race: Half Elf

Age: 9 (Young boy)

Gender: Male



Appearance: 4'5" Brown eyes, olive skin, messy shaggy hair covers his mismatched amber eyes, scar on the left side of his face. Thin, awkward boyish build. Needs to eat more probably.

Clothing: Generally wears a baggy woven shirt, vest, tights and boots.

Weapons: Sometimes he carries around a wooden stick and plays alone, pretending it's a sword.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills: Cannot speak, though he can hear and comprehend language, and spends a lot of time reading and studying any book he comes across.

Magic: Is vastly aware of magic, at least from his books. He has never cast a spell, however.

Backstory: Born to Maria several years before the war broke out, Jason barely remembers his father, though he hears that he was a wonderful man. He doesn't really think much of it though, and figures that having a father would just be another distraction from reading. Reading is really all he does to pass the time, since the other children in the town tease and berate him.

His mother, while industrious and kind, never really seemed to accept that he was mute, and still attempts to teach him how to speak. Aside from his inability, Jason doesn't really feel the need to communicate with words. He has all he needs really.

The Bawdy Dog

Quite nippy this evening, Edward would say. He grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled it tighter around his slender shoulders, though the thin, ornate coat was designed more for form than function. Blasted high society vestments. He shivered with a mixture of frustration and legitimate discomfort at the cold, then grabbed his upper arms and trudged onward. At least the hand cannon hanging behind his back provided a bit of insulation, though none that he could feel.

As he sauntered along the beaten path and ascended to the top of the hill, he could see lights twinkling in the darkening foreground. He picked up the pace a bit. Light meant Warmth. Food. A dram of scotch. Ladies - Hopefully.

Actually - speaking of ladies - just a week ago, Edward had the pleasure of conversing with a lovely bounty hunter by the name of Pallas in another run down tavern to the east. Enraptured by her confident gait and sharp eyes, Edward simply could not let the opportunity go. All the court women at his father's estate were unnervingly petty and quarrelsome, and being able to talk to Pallas - an actual rational human being - was quite a refreshing experience. Alas, talk was as far as their evening reached, and by the end of the night, Pallas headed west, in search of her bounty. Pity. Didn't bounty hunters need a place to sleep?

Wait a second. Edward paused and fiddled around with his fingers, pointing them this way and that. Which way was which.. Aha! East was the opposite of west. Perhaps Pallas would be headed in the same direction. The fates still smiled upon him, even on this rather disappointing journey.

By the time Edward reached the twinkling lights, it was completely dark, and the only light came from within the building save for a single torch illuminating a sign. The Bawdy Dog. What a dreadful name. Shrugging off his ambivalence, Edward strolled into the tavern.

Greeted by the fragrances of wood fire, ale, sweat, and other human stenches (Including what smelled like drastically bad breath), Edward looked around at the establishment. It was warm and cozy for sure, but this place was a messy, smelly dump by all accounts. It didn’t take the son of the the Hart-Ellington estate to deduce that. More than that, the tavern was filled with all sorts of seedy looking fellows. Pallas was no where to be found. But beggars can’t be choosers.

@BlackCat @SilverWolfAngel

Going up to the bar, Edward noticed a young silver haired girl with an eyepatch who looked entirely unfit to be alone at a tavern. How odd. He watched her tentatively approach the similarly eyepatched bartender (What are the odds?), extend her finger and… produce words out of thin air?

Without thinking for a second that it would be rude, let alone dangerous to approach her - she was just a young girl after all, what harm could she do? - Edward put his hand on her shoulder, interrupting her transaction with the bartender.

“My dear girl, how on earth did you do that?”

The Bawdy Dog

@Illogical Jim

Yeah sure! Either one could be pretty funny. Edward probably doesn't get along well with his relatives (But does to their faces), and definitely wouldn't have gotten along with his servants. You can decide which, and lemme know.

@Mokley

Yeah I was curious how expansive the bar is. I know asking for a martini would be stupid, but I was wondering if there's whiskey, brandy, and the like, even though they're not typically associated with medieval times.

The Bawdy Dog

@Mokley

Yeah, he's a rather clever tinkerer, so it's his own invention, and it'll probably catch most people off guard because they've never seen anything like it before.

The Bawdy Dog

@karamonnom

Perhaps Edward tried to hit on Pallas in another tavern several nights before and was either mildly flattered, or greatly unamused? End result's the same though: Nothing came of the encounter in the end, but Edward will still remember Pallas fondly by their next encounter.

@Mokley

Is it alright if Edward has a very primitive, inaccurate firearm, or is it maybe too early (In the RP universe timeline) for that?

The Bawdy Dog

Name: Edward (Heir to the Hart-Ellington nobility and estate)

Needs: To see the world that he's been sheltered from, and woo as many lovely ladies as possible.

Object: hand cannon - sort of like an early primitive blunderbuss.

Detail: The cocky but intelligent 23 year old son of a rich nobleman, Edward has lived all of his life in the lap of luxury. Feeling cooped up in the world of the bourgeoisie however, Edward decided to flee his father's estate and see the world. On his way out, he managed to steal quite the hefty pouch of gold and one of his inventions, which he calls a hand cannon. As bright as he believes himself to be though, he's found that his refined upbringing and womanizing ways have not served him well on his journey so far.

(5'9", slim build, caucasian complexion, boyish, clean pretty face, blonde, blue eyed. Aristocratic wardrobe. Only difference is he always wears a top hat)

Relationship to Pallas: Met her at another tavern prior to the start of the narrative. Stricken by her confidence and ambition, Edward sought to get to know her better. To his surprise, Pallas returned his sentiments, and a wonderful evening was spent conversing with the young bounty hunter. Though the night ended without any sort of conclusion, Edward likes to think that something lovely could happen if they ever were to meet again.

Relationship to Ealdwine: Ealdwine took up residence at the house of Hart-Ellington as a musician and instructor when Edward was in his teenage years. He really didn't like him.

High-fantasy/Modern(ish) Roleplay

Super interested!! Totally joining.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Hey hey! First application on this site ever! With two characters to boot! Hope it goes well! Also, IcePezz, I'll PM you with a few questions/ character points to run by you.

Maria Farrah

Name: Maria Farrah, manager and shop keeper of Maria's Medicines and Sundries

Race: Human

Age: [AGE]

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5'5", slim build, soft brown eyes, unmarked olive skin, dark brown wavy hair that reaches to her shoulder blades when let loose, but is normally tied in a loose, messy bun. Stands with upright posture, but walks with a world-wary stride.

Clothing: Favors simple outfits, modest necklines, neutral colored blouses and surcoats. No Jewelry, save for a necklace with a wedding ring in rather pitiable condition around her neck.

Weapons: Stolen from her blacksmith father is a masterfully cast forearm length dagger, which she keeps behind the shop counter. As a masterful crafter of potions (labelled as herbal medicine of course), she is also a very skilled poison synthesist. Normally, she will not carry either of these on her person.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Skills: Not particularly skilled in using said dagger, and received no martial training. Possesses mild blacksmith ability, and high medical proficiency.

Magic: She has retained a spellbook that allows her to imbue her medicines with magical restorative power. However, in the weaker magical climate of Waeldeshore, it's usually too much effort to synthesize potions that can instantly heal major injuries. Most of her medicines generally speed up recovery from illness, and cure mildly dangerous diseases. She takes care not to allow her patrons to know that she uses the spellbook, and instead claims that she cultivates rare herbs from a far away land.

Backstory: The daughter of a blacksmith, Maria fell in love with an Elf in her youth, abandoning her family to marry him and live on Silver Lilly Isle. Shortly after bearing him a son however, Maria woke up one morning to find that her husband had disappeared without a trace, and an army was advancing towards their home. War had broken out on the island. In the carnage, Maria fled with her newborn son to Waeldeshore, seeking safe haven. When the war finally subsided and her husband was nowhere to be found, Maria settled down in Waeldeshore, and set up a medical shop in the town, using a spellbook from her husband's collection to augment the herbs.

At the time of the RP's start, Maria has gained quite the reputation as an incredibly skilled healer, and has earned the goodwill of many regular customers. She lives in the town with her half elf son Jason, who is now [AGE] years old, but has still not yet learned how to talk. Recent events in the town have put her on edge, though she figures that all the commotion should die down soon enough. Despite all of her mind's reasoning, she still believes in her heart that her husband is still alive and will one day return.

Jason Mariasson

Name: Jason Mariasson

Race: Half Elf

Age: [AGE] (Young boy)

Gender: Male

Appearance: 4'5" Brown eyes, very fair skin, messy shaggy hair covers his eyes, birthmark of a moon shape on his left cheek. Thin, awkward boyish build. Needs to eat more probably.

Clothing: Generally wears a baggy woven shirt, tights and boots.

Weapons: Sometimes he carries around a wooden stick and plays alone, pretending it's a sword.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills: Cannot speak, though he can hear and comprehend language, and spends a lot of time reading and studying any book he comes across.

Magic: Is vastly aware of magic, at least from his books. He has never cast a spell, however.

Backstory: Born to Maria shortly before the war broke out, Jason has never seen his father, though he hears that he was a wonderful man. He doesn't really think much of it though, and figures that having a father would just be another distraction from reading. Reading is really all he does to pass the time, since the other children in the town tease and berate him.

His mother, while industrious and kind, never really seemed to accept that he was mute, and still attempts to teach him how to speak. Aside from his inability, Jason doesn't really feel the need to communicate with words. He has all he needs really.

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Oh ok. That's very helpful! Thanks for taking the time to guide me through all this!