Post by Evie Perroy on Oct 21, 2009 12:17:00 GMT
Name: Eveyln (Evie) Perroy
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Class: Low/Wench
Appearance: Evie's tangled mess of wavy blonde hair falls just below shoulder length. In contrast to her fair hair, she has dark slanted eyebrows and brown eyes. Her lips although not full, are a natural deep pink. Her skin is fair- although tawny compared to the white of a noblewoman- and her complexion clear.
She has a beautifully proportioned figure: toned, curvy enough for her line of work, with athletic legs topped by strong thighs. She can be seen wearing low-cut dresses, cinched in at the waist with corsets- mainly in dark colours, as being a low she doesn’t often get to wash her clothes well (or herself for that matter). She also owns intricate brown leather 'armour', with brass fixings, tightly fitted for a woman's body.
[Face Claim: Hudson Leick]
Character:
Evie is a strong, confident girl, and although just edging into womanhood; she is already experienced in the world and knows how to stand her own ground. Due to her upbringing and surroundings throughout her teenage years (see character history) she has been subjected to a schizophrenic clash of strong male and female influences, and so Evie has a very broad, yet balanced outlook on life, even though many would view her circumstances as undesirable and unsuitable for a young girl. She has had no formal education, and although she cannot read or write, she is worldly and articulate. Evie knows how to handle men, and has imbibed a great deal of a traditional masculine outlook from her predominantly male surroundings. She loves a good fight and is interested in the economic and political goings on of Camelot.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
+Proficient fighter
+Attentive and a quick learner
+Confident
+Quick-witted
+Personable
-Uneducated, can't read or write.
-Can be overconfident in her abilities- edging on cocky.
-Morally questionable
-Lippy
- Highly selective in what she deems worth her time.
Magic: None.
Weaponry Skills: She has a very good understanding of the more underhand ways of fighting, daggers, poison, and bare fists, although this is only through observation and not in practice. She has a natural talent for sword-fighting.
Character History:
Evie was born in the slums to a mother who died three years later of syphilis. Her father, known only by his last name of Perroy, was a hailed hero and well known throughout the Brotherhood. He was terribly skilled in the art of killing, and raised through the ranks of the brotherhood to elite before he had reached his late teens. He was famed for killing foreign nobles and dignitaries on their way into Camelot, and was a master of disguise. It was well known that Evie's mother, Letta, was the daughter of one of Perroy's kills- but the story of how he had wooed her was well known to Evie, and one of the most vivid memories she has of her mother, though she wasn't even present at the time.
Her father was so good at his profession that he became an integral cog in the workings of the brotherhood, organising meetings and kills, and he became incredibly wealthy (for a low) off the back of his earnings. Evie was exposed to this way of life from a young age; she grew up testing her food and water for perfumed poisons, sharpening knives and listening with pride to her father's tales and adventures. Perroy doted upon his daughter, she looked so much like his late wife. And Evie was happy.
By the age of 16, her father got her a job as a barmaid in the Brotherhood's tavern the Black Bear, and remarried a buxom woman named Mistress Rosa who owned a brothel. Evie's only female friends were the few in the Brotherhood, and the wenches who worked at Madam Rosa's above the inn, with whom she sometimes worked to make a bit of extra money. It was easy to coax money out of the men once they'd had a few drinks.
She was close with many of the lows and Brotherhood members, and considered them her closest friends, though her father had warned her not to trust a single one of them. Trust was not an issue in the Brotherhood. It didn't exist.
Just after her 18th birthday, Evie's father had his first failed mission. And in the Brotherhood, it is rare to fail a mission twice. Whilst her father's death shook her, she was so firmly situated in the community of lows that her life barely changed at all. She continues to work as she did before, and rents a room in the building above the tavern with her meager wages, and the more substantial money of her father's left after his death.
She is expected to either marry into the Brotherhood, or to follow in her father's footsteps and join, but she secretly longs to join the army.
Additional Information: I hope it's OK that her dad was a high member of the Brotherhood and that she has a job in the tavern?
An extra picture: i149.photobucket.com/albums/s43/ringosmoon/callisto.jpg I'll put the others in my journal thingy.
Sample Roleplay: This is a less serious post from an old RPG site- I thought it would be ok seeing as you know how I RP thorugh Gill! (It's three posts stuck together, without the replies, so hopefully it still makes sense...)
Kate slid awkwardly down to the ground, ruffling the panting Bryan's hair as she did so.
"That's your exercise done for the day then!" she said with a smile, straightening her tunic and adjusting her belt.
Kate smiled blankly at Bryan's excitement; she still had no idea why he was so excited to see the Baron. As he offered her his arm, and she took it with a mock curtsey, glad to know that she would soon know the reason behind this mysterious excursion. She was also glad that she was here with Bryan, as she didn't particularly fancy encountering the Baron alone.
Arm in arm, they walked to the manor door, where she leaned forwards and rapped the knocker (fashioned as a screaming face) four times. Despite its clichéd appearance, it unnerved Kate slightly, causing her to hold onto Bryan's arm a little tighter than before. The door creaked open a few inches, and, allowing Bryan to lead, they slid through one at a time.
***
[OOC: Nice touch with the cat, it made me laugh so much! I love the fact this is turning into a comedy
]
Kate let out a small gasp, as the uglier of the two minions picked her up around the waist and transported her roughly into the lounge. Candles cast long flickering shadows up the damp walls, and Kate repressed a shudder, glad that she didn't have to live in a dingy place like this. A flowery tablecloth, partially covering a large oak table ruined the sinister atmosphere somewhat and so Kate relaxed slightly, clasping her hands in front of her.
The Baron spun around in his chair (With some difficulty as wooden chairs are not made to swivel easily, and so it took him a good 15 seconds to scrape the chair around using just his feet.) Once he was facing them, Kate’s eyes widened in recognition, the baron had fashioned the screaming doorknocker after his own face, which was equally as repulsive.
"What can I do for the likes of you two?"
The question rang out, echoing slightly throughout the chamber. This caused Kate to look around, perplexed. The room was relatively small and well furnished and so an echo seemed out of place. It only took her a few moments to realise (with some amusement) it was the two minions repeating the baron’s words faintly in the corner, creating an artificial echoing effect. Kate raised an eyebrow, and turned to Bryan, keen for him to answer the baron as soon as possible.
***
Kate's face creased into a huge grin as she heard what Bryan had to say. Travel to Lithonion! Imagine! Her whirling thoughts were interrupted by Bryan producing a scone, seemingly from no-where, and Kate jumped backwards as one of the two minions nimbly shot forward and snatched the cake from Bryan's outstretched hands.
The pleased look on the Baron's face allowed Kate a moment of triumph. He was actually going to let them go! But the feeling was short-lived. He turned to face her and, although he was a good foot away, she leaned backwards concerned with being jabbed in the eye from his large nose, and also recoiling from the disgusting odor that seemed to be emanating from him.
"What, what have I got you?" she repeated, unable to lean backward any further without toppling over. She shuddered as the Baron grasped her arm, and pulled her towards him, his long yellowed finger nails, or rather, talons, pressing into her arms.
"I've, I've got you... a, a really..." she stammered, desperately trying to think of something she could give the baron which wouldn't involve remaining in his household any longer than needs be, or having to touch him, his filthy minions or anything else tainted with his presence.
"A song!" she cried, grasping the idea, "Yes, yes, that's it, I wrote you a song! It's called, err, the magnificent baron who, lives on a hill..." casting a sidelong glance at Bryan, who she knew would probably be wincing (Kate had a terrible singing voice) she took a deep breath, ready to begin.
"Humph, hum." she cleared her throat and sang tunelessly:
"Laaaa." Noticing the baron's unimpressed expression, she hurriedly added- "Err, I'm just warming up."
"Well hurry up." he replied loudly, moving back to his chair, "It's not like a have all day."
Kate was just contemplating the fact that he probably did have all day, when several things happened in quick succession. The cat that had dropped from the Baron's lap, suddenly bolted from underneath the chair, the Baron stepped backwards without looking and began to topple over the furry creature. Kate lurched forwards to grab him...
... But missed. The cat was kicked forwards by the Baron's airborne foot, and slid across the flagstone floor, it's claws tangling into the table cloth and pulling down everything on top of it. Kate grabbed the cat by the scruff of it's neck, and wrenched it out of the way just as a large copper kettle clanged to the floor behind it. Kate scooped the cat into her arms, and walked over to the dazed Baron who was sitting on the floor, his eyes rolling in an uncontrollably way.
"Here." she said, dropping the mangy cat onto his sprawled legs. "I just saved your cat. I think that counts as my payment." she grabbed Bryan's hand, and pulled him towards the exit, keen to leave before the Baron gathered his senses.
"Thank you for your time." she said.
"No, no, noo!" cried the Baron, his voice high-pitched and sounding uncannily like an old womans. "Thank-you my dear." he swatted something by his ear, "What's that ringing sound? Minions fetch me the broom... Where did I put my cow..." Kate led Bryan away from the Barons incoherent ramblings, and when they got outside of the door, she threw her arms around his neck.
"Bryan! Lithonion!"
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Em
Location: England
How long have you been RPing for: Yeeears
Any other characters on the site?: Gill is mine too
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Class: Low/Wench
Appearance: Evie's tangled mess of wavy blonde hair falls just below shoulder length. In contrast to her fair hair, she has dark slanted eyebrows and brown eyes. Her lips although not full, are a natural deep pink. Her skin is fair- although tawny compared to the white of a noblewoman- and her complexion clear.
She has a beautifully proportioned figure: toned, curvy enough for her line of work, with athletic legs topped by strong thighs. She can be seen wearing low-cut dresses, cinched in at the waist with corsets- mainly in dark colours, as being a low she doesn’t often get to wash her clothes well (or herself for that matter). She also owns intricate brown leather 'armour', with brass fixings, tightly fitted for a woman's body.
[Face Claim: Hudson Leick]
Character:
Evie is a strong, confident girl, and although just edging into womanhood; she is already experienced in the world and knows how to stand her own ground. Due to her upbringing and surroundings throughout her teenage years (see character history) she has been subjected to a schizophrenic clash of strong male and female influences, and so Evie has a very broad, yet balanced outlook on life, even though many would view her circumstances as undesirable and unsuitable for a young girl. She has had no formal education, and although she cannot read or write, she is worldly and articulate. Evie knows how to handle men, and has imbibed a great deal of a traditional masculine outlook from her predominantly male surroundings. She loves a good fight and is interested in the economic and political goings on of Camelot.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
+Proficient fighter
+Attentive and a quick learner
+Confident
+Quick-witted
+Personable
-Uneducated, can't read or write.
-Can be overconfident in her abilities- edging on cocky.
-Morally questionable
-Lippy
- Highly selective in what she deems worth her time.
Magic: None.
Weaponry Skills: She has a very good understanding of the more underhand ways of fighting, daggers, poison, and bare fists, although this is only through observation and not in practice. She has a natural talent for sword-fighting.
Character History:
Evie was born in the slums to a mother who died three years later of syphilis. Her father, known only by his last name of Perroy, was a hailed hero and well known throughout the Brotherhood. He was terribly skilled in the art of killing, and raised through the ranks of the brotherhood to elite before he had reached his late teens. He was famed for killing foreign nobles and dignitaries on their way into Camelot, and was a master of disguise. It was well known that Evie's mother, Letta, was the daughter of one of Perroy's kills- but the story of how he had wooed her was well known to Evie, and one of the most vivid memories she has of her mother, though she wasn't even present at the time.
Her father was so good at his profession that he became an integral cog in the workings of the brotherhood, organising meetings and kills, and he became incredibly wealthy (for a low) off the back of his earnings. Evie was exposed to this way of life from a young age; she grew up testing her food and water for perfumed poisons, sharpening knives and listening with pride to her father's tales and adventures. Perroy doted upon his daughter, she looked so much like his late wife. And Evie was happy.
By the age of 16, her father got her a job as a barmaid in the Brotherhood's tavern the Black Bear, and remarried a buxom woman named Mistress Rosa who owned a brothel. Evie's only female friends were the few in the Brotherhood, and the wenches who worked at Madam Rosa's above the inn, with whom she sometimes worked to make a bit of extra money. It was easy to coax money out of the men once they'd had a few drinks.
She was close with many of the lows and Brotherhood members, and considered them her closest friends, though her father had warned her not to trust a single one of them. Trust was not an issue in the Brotherhood. It didn't exist.
Just after her 18th birthday, Evie's father had his first failed mission. And in the Brotherhood, it is rare to fail a mission twice. Whilst her father's death shook her, she was so firmly situated in the community of lows that her life barely changed at all. She continues to work as she did before, and rents a room in the building above the tavern with her meager wages, and the more substantial money of her father's left after his death.
She is expected to either marry into the Brotherhood, or to follow in her father's footsteps and join, but she secretly longs to join the army.
Additional Information: I hope it's OK that her dad was a high member of the Brotherhood and that she has a job in the tavern?
An extra picture: i149.photobucket.com/albums/s43/ringosmoon/callisto.jpg I'll put the others in my journal thingy.
Sample Roleplay: This is a less serious post from an old RPG site- I thought it would be ok seeing as you know how I RP thorugh Gill! (It's three posts stuck together, without the replies, so hopefully it still makes sense...)
Kate slid awkwardly down to the ground, ruffling the panting Bryan's hair as she did so.
"That's your exercise done for the day then!" she said with a smile, straightening her tunic and adjusting her belt.
Kate smiled blankly at Bryan's excitement; she still had no idea why he was so excited to see the Baron. As he offered her his arm, and she took it with a mock curtsey, glad to know that she would soon know the reason behind this mysterious excursion. She was also glad that she was here with Bryan, as she didn't particularly fancy encountering the Baron alone.
Arm in arm, they walked to the manor door, where she leaned forwards and rapped the knocker (fashioned as a screaming face) four times. Despite its clichéd appearance, it unnerved Kate slightly, causing her to hold onto Bryan's arm a little tighter than before. The door creaked open a few inches, and, allowing Bryan to lead, they slid through one at a time.
***
[OOC: Nice touch with the cat, it made me laugh so much! I love the fact this is turning into a comedy
]Kate let out a small gasp, as the uglier of the two minions picked her up around the waist and transported her roughly into the lounge. Candles cast long flickering shadows up the damp walls, and Kate repressed a shudder, glad that she didn't have to live in a dingy place like this. A flowery tablecloth, partially covering a large oak table ruined the sinister atmosphere somewhat and so Kate relaxed slightly, clasping her hands in front of her.
The Baron spun around in his chair (With some difficulty as wooden chairs are not made to swivel easily, and so it took him a good 15 seconds to scrape the chair around using just his feet.) Once he was facing them, Kate’s eyes widened in recognition, the baron had fashioned the screaming doorknocker after his own face, which was equally as repulsive.
"What can I do for the likes of you two?"
The question rang out, echoing slightly throughout the chamber. This caused Kate to look around, perplexed. The room was relatively small and well furnished and so an echo seemed out of place. It only took her a few moments to realise (with some amusement) it was the two minions repeating the baron’s words faintly in the corner, creating an artificial echoing effect. Kate raised an eyebrow, and turned to Bryan, keen for him to answer the baron as soon as possible.
***
Kate's face creased into a huge grin as she heard what Bryan had to say. Travel to Lithonion! Imagine! Her whirling thoughts were interrupted by Bryan producing a scone, seemingly from no-where, and Kate jumped backwards as one of the two minions nimbly shot forward and snatched the cake from Bryan's outstretched hands.
The pleased look on the Baron's face allowed Kate a moment of triumph. He was actually going to let them go! But the feeling was short-lived. He turned to face her and, although he was a good foot away, she leaned backwards concerned with being jabbed in the eye from his large nose, and also recoiling from the disgusting odor that seemed to be emanating from him.
"What, what have I got you?" she repeated, unable to lean backward any further without toppling over. She shuddered as the Baron grasped her arm, and pulled her towards him, his long yellowed finger nails, or rather, talons, pressing into her arms.
"I've, I've got you... a, a really..." she stammered, desperately trying to think of something she could give the baron which wouldn't involve remaining in his household any longer than needs be, or having to touch him, his filthy minions or anything else tainted with his presence.
"A song!" she cried, grasping the idea, "Yes, yes, that's it, I wrote you a song! It's called, err, the magnificent baron who, lives on a hill..." casting a sidelong glance at Bryan, who she knew would probably be wincing (Kate had a terrible singing voice) she took a deep breath, ready to begin.
"Humph, hum." she cleared her throat and sang tunelessly:
"Laaaa." Noticing the baron's unimpressed expression, she hurriedly added- "Err, I'm just warming up."
"Well hurry up." he replied loudly, moving back to his chair, "It's not like a have all day."
Kate was just contemplating the fact that he probably did have all day, when several things happened in quick succession. The cat that had dropped from the Baron's lap, suddenly bolted from underneath the chair, the Baron stepped backwards without looking and began to topple over the furry creature. Kate lurched forwards to grab him...
... But missed. The cat was kicked forwards by the Baron's airborne foot, and slid across the flagstone floor, it's claws tangling into the table cloth and pulling down everything on top of it. Kate grabbed the cat by the scruff of it's neck, and wrenched it out of the way just as a large copper kettle clanged to the floor behind it. Kate scooped the cat into her arms, and walked over to the dazed Baron who was sitting on the floor, his eyes rolling in an uncontrollably way.
"Here." she said, dropping the mangy cat onto his sprawled legs. "I just saved your cat. I think that counts as my payment." she grabbed Bryan's hand, and pulled him towards the exit, keen to leave before the Baron gathered his senses.
"Thank you for your time." she said.
"No, no, noo!" cried the Baron, his voice high-pitched and sounding uncannily like an old womans. "Thank-you my dear." he swatted something by his ear, "What's that ringing sound? Minions fetch me the broom... Where did I put my cow..." Kate led Bryan away from the Barons incoherent ramblings, and when they got outside of the door, she threw her arms around his neck.
"Bryan! Lithonion!"
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Em
Location: England
How long have you been RPing for: Yeeears
Any other characters on the site?: Gill is mine too
