Post by slothfulcat on Jul 12, 2009 6:57:39 GMT -5
Description as IG:
Height: 5'10
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair: Black
A young clearly human woman who carries herself with an air of confidence. Lush endowment, often perfumed with fine scents, warm eyes, and a ready smile seem to immediately justify the Sunite holy symbol she constantly wears in plain view. She does seem well muscled however, and her movements speak of long hours of training.
Bio:
Ch. 1
Neverwinter, the Jewel of the North was home to a flaw within it, that while the rest shone all the brighter for it kept life far from that of the acclaimed craftsmen of the city. It was in the districts of the docks and that known as the beggar's nest that the poor beat out their existence in only slightly better conditions than elsewhere in the north... though to a man they might claim they lived like lords compared to the savages in Lluskan. As with any city, not all things within it had achieved notability or fame, and some encouraged this while others battled against it. Deep in the docks district, there were screams occasionally interrupting the merriment pouring out of one such establishment, musicians, barmen and dancing girls alike pausing with each wail to listen with concerned looks.
The owner of the "fine" establishment was at the bar, carefully polishing the brass lettering over it that read "The Golden Tree", smirking with pride at the slight she'd given her rival over at the Golden Apple for topping his name... even if she couldn't top its fame. She gazed out over the crowd, and then pointed to one of her bouncers and the far corner where a sailor was getting a little too friendly for the new table dancer judging by the girl's terrified eyes, and she knew a pair of legs that nice willing to wear a dress that short was hard to find. As Gili moved to aid the dancer another wail broke into the bar from deeper in the converted warehouse... only this one carried a different note in it... more intense and shrieking than the prior ones.
The aging woman gave the men at the bar a wide false smile that set them back to ease and did her best to nonchalantly return to polishing the letters... she lost herself in it for a few moments. "Ma'dam Caroline? Ma'dam Caroline!" The high pitched voice jerked the woman back to the moment as she looked at one of her best wenches. "What is it Nina?" "The priestess said you should come now, she said it was important and told you to hop." Caroline glared hard at the younger woman who squeaked out, "she said it not I!" and scrambled out of the way as Caroline headed into the back. As she wove deeper through the warren-like corridors she noted that the screaming had finally stopped and paused at a small room under the staircase... the birthing room she'd smartly outfitted nearly twenty years before when she'd boughten the warehouse and set about making her business. She opened the door and blurted in her amazement "Sharess's furred buttocks!" then quickly pulled the door shut behind her using the action to take a second look at the cramped room and the now blood covered bed... unconsiously noting that the mattress would have to be replaced after all these years.
The other two people not on the bed looked at her, man and woman alike stone-faced. Caroline wasn't suprised to see the old man there, he'd been her first hire long ago and had built much of the innards of the Tree with his own hands and had gone on to become her head cook and a sort of father.. or grandfather now she admitted... figure to the girls. Pike noded to her respectfully and pointed to the woman, who was covered from neck to waist in blood. "The child didn't make it then, Priestess?" Caroline inquired... ashamed she sounded so hopeful, but she didn't want to recognize what she could gather by the weak breaths of the blonde woman in the bed. "Don't be a fool Caroline, the child is in perfect health and a girl." The priestess leaned in and whispered, "but I've done all I can for her, she wont live out the night unless she finds the will to. She asked for you, and I'm not one to deny the dying their final requests." Caroline nodded grimly and motioned the priestess and old man out while she took the lone stool by the bed, noticing for the first time the small bundle the blonde woman craddled so gently to her, almost invisible against the same colored blanket in the dark room.
The blonde woman smiled, "My friend, you came." Caroline rested a hand on her forehead and smiled trying to keep the sorrow off her face, "I did, you earned that much a long time ago. What have you named your daughter?" The woman looked down at the child, "I was thinking Jade.. when I saw her eyes.. but, that sounds like a name to seal her to my path." "Perhaps." "I.. thought I'd name her after my mother instead... unlike the others... this one won't have me to guide her away from this." "Don't talk like that, you've just had a rougher time in your old age friend. And Soraya is a fine name." The blonde woman grimaced at Caroline. "I'm not that old." "You are for having children." She then muttered under her breathe but gave up arguing, Caroline noted the bad sign, of all the women this one was the only one stubborn enough to still contest against her own no-nonsense attitude... even after fifteen years of it not working. "And you'll live to be older than me if you want to girl, you're too stubborn not to." Caroline finished. The blonde laughed weakly. "No... i'm done and dont look like that.. she didn't tell me but I know my own body. I need you to promise me something Caroline." "Anything." Caroline replied grimly, letting the woman see she'd known the truth all along. "Promise me... promise me that you'll raise my daughter... that you wont let her settle for my life... that you'll raise her like your own." Caroline hesitated looking at the babe, thinking of her own children long grown and gone. "Well... that might be something I can d-!" Caroline cut off abruptly as the blonde woman... so meek and mild all these years seized her dress at the neck and pulled her down. "Don't give me "mights" Caroline. Swear to me you will. Swear it." Caroline spoke, staring into those raging blue eyes too shocked to realize what she was saying until she said it. "I swear it on my soul I'll raise her better than even my own." Caroline blinked as she realized her own words... then sighed sadly as those blue eyes started to glaze over inches from her own, and gently ever so gently she laid the woman back down. "Thank you, Caroline." The blonde woman said weakly, and struggled to lift the bundle from her chest. Caroline took it, gingerly glancing down at the child. "Yve..." Caroline trailed off as she looked back up and saw the woman's still chest and closed eyes.
Caroline took a deep breath and steadied herself before opening the door. "She's gone, see to the arrangements." Was all she said to Pike, who had stood the last of his vigil outside as she knew he would. Pike nodded but Caroline didn't see as she made her way upstairs to her own rooms.
TBC
Height: 5'10
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair: Black
A young clearly human woman who carries herself with an air of confidence. Lush endowment, often perfumed with fine scents, warm eyes, and a ready smile seem to immediately justify the Sunite holy symbol she constantly wears in plain view. She does seem well muscled however, and her movements speak of long hours of training.
Bio:
Ch. 1
Neverwinter, the Jewel of the North was home to a flaw within it, that while the rest shone all the brighter for it kept life far from that of the acclaimed craftsmen of the city. It was in the districts of the docks and that known as the beggar's nest that the poor beat out their existence in only slightly better conditions than elsewhere in the north... though to a man they might claim they lived like lords compared to the savages in Lluskan. As with any city, not all things within it had achieved notability or fame, and some encouraged this while others battled against it. Deep in the docks district, there were screams occasionally interrupting the merriment pouring out of one such establishment, musicians, barmen and dancing girls alike pausing with each wail to listen with concerned looks.
The owner of the "fine" establishment was at the bar, carefully polishing the brass lettering over it that read "The Golden Tree", smirking with pride at the slight she'd given her rival over at the Golden Apple for topping his name... even if she couldn't top its fame. She gazed out over the crowd, and then pointed to one of her bouncers and the far corner where a sailor was getting a little too friendly for the new table dancer judging by the girl's terrified eyes, and she knew a pair of legs that nice willing to wear a dress that short was hard to find. As Gili moved to aid the dancer another wail broke into the bar from deeper in the converted warehouse... only this one carried a different note in it... more intense and shrieking than the prior ones.
The aging woman gave the men at the bar a wide false smile that set them back to ease and did her best to nonchalantly return to polishing the letters... she lost herself in it for a few moments. "Ma'dam Caroline? Ma'dam Caroline!" The high pitched voice jerked the woman back to the moment as she looked at one of her best wenches. "What is it Nina?" "The priestess said you should come now, she said it was important and told you to hop." Caroline glared hard at the younger woman who squeaked out, "she said it not I!" and scrambled out of the way as Caroline headed into the back. As she wove deeper through the warren-like corridors she noted that the screaming had finally stopped and paused at a small room under the staircase... the birthing room she'd smartly outfitted nearly twenty years before when she'd boughten the warehouse and set about making her business. She opened the door and blurted in her amazement "Sharess's furred buttocks!" then quickly pulled the door shut behind her using the action to take a second look at the cramped room and the now blood covered bed... unconsiously noting that the mattress would have to be replaced after all these years.
The other two people not on the bed looked at her, man and woman alike stone-faced. Caroline wasn't suprised to see the old man there, he'd been her first hire long ago and had built much of the innards of the Tree with his own hands and had gone on to become her head cook and a sort of father.. or grandfather now she admitted... figure to the girls. Pike noded to her respectfully and pointed to the woman, who was covered from neck to waist in blood. "The child didn't make it then, Priestess?" Caroline inquired... ashamed she sounded so hopeful, but she didn't want to recognize what she could gather by the weak breaths of the blonde woman in the bed. "Don't be a fool Caroline, the child is in perfect health and a girl." The priestess leaned in and whispered, "but I've done all I can for her, she wont live out the night unless she finds the will to. She asked for you, and I'm not one to deny the dying their final requests." Caroline nodded grimly and motioned the priestess and old man out while she took the lone stool by the bed, noticing for the first time the small bundle the blonde woman craddled so gently to her, almost invisible against the same colored blanket in the dark room.
The blonde woman smiled, "My friend, you came." Caroline rested a hand on her forehead and smiled trying to keep the sorrow off her face, "I did, you earned that much a long time ago. What have you named your daughter?" The woman looked down at the child, "I was thinking Jade.. when I saw her eyes.. but, that sounds like a name to seal her to my path." "Perhaps." "I.. thought I'd name her after my mother instead... unlike the others... this one won't have me to guide her away from this." "Don't talk like that, you've just had a rougher time in your old age friend. And Soraya is a fine name." The blonde woman grimaced at Caroline. "I'm not that old." "You are for having children." She then muttered under her breathe but gave up arguing, Caroline noted the bad sign, of all the women this one was the only one stubborn enough to still contest against her own no-nonsense attitude... even after fifteen years of it not working. "And you'll live to be older than me if you want to girl, you're too stubborn not to." Caroline finished. The blonde laughed weakly. "No... i'm done and dont look like that.. she didn't tell me but I know my own body. I need you to promise me something Caroline." "Anything." Caroline replied grimly, letting the woman see she'd known the truth all along. "Promise me... promise me that you'll raise my daughter... that you wont let her settle for my life... that you'll raise her like your own." Caroline hesitated looking at the babe, thinking of her own children long grown and gone. "Well... that might be something I can d-!" Caroline cut off abruptly as the blonde woman... so meek and mild all these years seized her dress at the neck and pulled her down. "Don't give me "mights" Caroline. Swear to me you will. Swear it." Caroline spoke, staring into those raging blue eyes too shocked to realize what she was saying until she said it. "I swear it on my soul I'll raise her better than even my own." Caroline blinked as she realized her own words... then sighed sadly as those blue eyes started to glaze over inches from her own, and gently ever so gently she laid the woman back down. "Thank you, Caroline." The blonde woman said weakly, and struggled to lift the bundle from her chest. Caroline took it, gingerly glancing down at the child. "Yve..." Caroline trailed off as she looked back up and saw the woman's still chest and closed eyes.
Caroline took a deep breath and steadied herself before opening the door. "She's gone, see to the arrangements." Was all she said to Pike, who had stood the last of his vigil outside as she knew he would. Pike nodded but Caroline didn't see as she made her way upstairs to her own rooms.
TBC