Z0rr0w
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| 02 Oct 2015 12:27 PM |
Original Thread: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=165375259
You may make revisions to your character sheet before you start if you want to. Name: Lucia ( Lucy ) Anne Rosemary
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Appearance (include clothing):
Appearing with long shoulder length blond hair with slight curls on the end of it and a skinny figure as her lack of money didn't get her much food. The girl has blue eyes with dark rings constantly surrounding the area around her eyes. Her fingers and hands are calloused,though she had soft skin before. Her skin color is light,she stands at about five foot and eight inches tall. Her clothes consist of a clean long sleeved white cotton shirt and long worn out leather pants and leather shoes. She has soft thin lips and a face that would lean towards beautiful if it were not of the dark circles around her eyes.
Current Occupation: Servant of a wealthy businesswoman. She does basic housework to feed herself and have a place to stay. Lucia dreams of being outside the house,free to do what she wants once she earns enough money. She's currently trying to become an artist,publishing her works in contests in hopes of getting some prize money to further advance her goals. She paints and sketches in her spare time and has gotten good in skillfully using her calloused fingers to create beauty on paper. She has hopes,although she believes they would never be achieved.
Biography (optional):
Lucia was a young child in the big city,both her parents had a small house and they worked hard every day just to feed her. When she came of age she helped by doing housework and generally doing a great job and maintaining the condition of the house. She even did some errands to gain some more money,although soon enough the thread that held the whole family's finances fell after her father lost his job,then her mother. Soon they didn't have enough food to eat,Lucia was given what little money both her parents had and they sent her off to find somewhere better to stay than them. Both her parents moved that day,she doesn't know if they got a new job or if they were begging somewhere. She merely followed what they said,as she did everyday. She now had no purpose as she wandered around the city,fortunately she was able to take a job as servant and now lives a mildly comforting life in a big house and a cozy wooden room. The servants and the wealthy businesswoman were nice to her,one of the servants presented her with the beauty of art,which she soon began taking a liking too. She used her spare money to buy whatever art materials and paper to paint and sketch more and more,soon she started to participate in contests. She didn't win very much,but she shone with happiness when she was presented in third place. She continued,hoping that she would be able to somehow one day become a good artist and let her works withstand time.
Do you want to skip exposition?: No.
Other:
Uhm. Eep?
The artist is tormented. Art exists to show the pain of the world, because the world consists only of pain. There is despair in every corner. For art to truly shine, the artists must understand the emotion behind what she's painting, and she must hold up on her shoulders the pain of the world to do so. Maybe, being an artist isn't for you. But, maybe it is.
That doesn't matter now though. You're still young, and you've found yourself stuck in a house built upon consumerism. At least the owner was nice. You share a room with some of the other servants. It wasn't too crowded, and was rather cozy and comforting. Your easel and other art supplies are against a wall just beside your bed. Attached to the top of your easel is a gold-painted device with various piping wrapping around it. This typically known as a paint-steamer, and was used to quickly the layer of paint on your canvas. Simply pull the small lever on the side of the device, and steam rushed out to dry the current layer painted on the canvas.
You had all you ever needed for sketching, and just enough for painting. Your paints were all oil, and you were a bit thankful for that since it was easier to work with than tempura paints, which was the other prominent paint-type used.
However, right now was not the time for art. A servant was in the room ringing a bell to wake everyone up. "Wake up! Wake up! Shower time! Shower time!" he was proclaiming while continuing to ring his bell. |
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Minun1020
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| 02 Oct 2015 11:55 PM |
" Coming! "
Lucia woke up immediately,sitting up from her bed and rushed to the showers. She wanted to show her best behaviour everyday,meaning she had to be better than the other servants. She hoped that this would get her some extra money,she needed to work hard for it. The girl politely and elegantly stepped around anybody or anything that blocked her way towards the showers,her calloused hands were clenched as if they were fists. |
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Z0rr0w
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| 03 Oct 2015 12:24 PM |
Some of the servants looked at you as you got up, confused about your apparent enthusiasm. They didn't care very much though. You soon arrived at the servant showers, which are separate but equal from the master shower. Maybe just separate. The showers are split into two sections, one for males and one for females. The walls of the showers were in a tile-pattern with a nice white and gold color. There were some towels just outside the actual shower area. The toilets, however, were in a separate spot.
Entering into the showers, the walls were lined with gold-painted shower heads, with a lever on the wall underneath each one. Pulling the lever down would switch on the shower. The lower the lever was, the hotter the water would be. |
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Minun1020
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| 03 Oct 2015 12:38 PM |
A nice warm shower to get ready for the hard day. After entering,Lucia quickly undressed and got to one of the levers and pulled it down. She took some time adjusting the temperature before it satisfied her. She cleaned up her body,using soap to wash off the impurities on the surface on her body and turned the tap off after several minutes of showering. She went to dry herself and her hair before rushing back off to the dressing room to get dressed in a proper uniform for the day. |
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| 03 Oct 2015 02:03 PM |
| After taking your shower, you made your way back to the bedroom, which served as a dressing room as well as a place to sleep. You soon dress in your cotton shirt and leather pants. The master of the house would be waking up soon. Before that happened, breakfast would be prepared for her by the cooks. It was your job to help set the table for her, then help serve the food. |
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Minun1020
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| 03 Oct 2015 10:45 PM |
| Lucia hurried off to the dinner table,then proceeded to prepare the table for her mistress. This was normal,she needed to show her best behavior everyday. They were kind enough to take her in,she should repay the favor with hard work. After setting the table up,Lucia gave a small smile to it. Being pleased,she hurried off to the kitchens to see if the chefs have prepared the food yet. |
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| 04 Oct 2015 12:21 AM |
Soon enough, the table was prepared for the one person who would be sitting and eating there. Beside the dining room was a second one just for the servants. Heading into the kitchen, steam was spewing out of pots and pans, and the sounds and smells of cooking were filling the air. One of the chefs move the food onto a large platter and looks over to you. "Oh, are you here to take this to the table?" he asks. |
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Minun1020
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| 04 Oct 2015 12:28 AM |
| " Yes! Very much so. Thank you for the hard work! " She praised the chef,poking the plate to feel the heat of it. She then picked it up,slowly walking towards the door and to the table. Spilling this or letting the plate fall would likely cause her trouble,she's not going to let that happen. |
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| 04 Oct 2015 05:01 PM |
The chef seemed to smile at you, happy that you complimented him. He must not get compliments very much. You took the warm plate and brought it to the table, setting it down where the master of the house would be sitting. She'd be sitting alone, of course. You remember a time where she sat with her son and husband. They passed away from an unknown illness some time ago.
Looking at the food on the plate, it was quite something to behold, and it smelled just as good. There were two perfectly done breakfast sausages topped with sunny-side up eggs. Along with this were two pieces of toast with sweetened milk and honey spread on it. Three wholesome strips of crispy bacon were present on the plate, as well as two blueberry muffins. Perhaps the best part of looking at what was on the plate is the knowledge that you'd be eating this as well. The woman you work for was always insistent that her servants get to eat the same quality of food as her. Already, you saw some of the servants heading to the servant dining room to eat. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 03:55 AM |
| " Here is your food Mistress. Please enjoy it to your heart's content,I shall take my leave now. Have a nice day. " Lucia said to her whilst giving a warm smile after placing the food down onto the table. She then went to the servant dining room to obtain her breakfast for the energy required for the whole day. After she stepped in,she would immediately go look at what was on the menu for today. She always loved the food given to her by her mistress,although she worried about her budget. Lucia would settle for something mild,her master didn't need to go as far as give her this amazing food. But she wouldn't complain. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 12:38 PM |
The master of the home nodded to you, smiling warmly. Though, it seemed to you the smile was a bit forced. She looked dead inside, though not quite as dead as her late family. So it goes.
Heading into the servant dining room, the food was already laid out. Always, the food was provided as part of your service, and always, the food was exactly what the businesswoman ate; same in quantity and quality. Of course, you did have your choice of drink: water, milk, or wine. You weren't quite old enough to be drinking wine, but the businesswoman has made it quite clear before that she's perfectly fine with you indulging in such drink.
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| 06 Oct 2015 03:24 AM |
Although it is terribly tempting to drink wine,starting the morning with alcohol isn't really nice. Instead,she went off to get appropriate and healthy foods as well as some water. Then a glass of milk if she could. After she obtained the food,she looked around the dining room and went to sit down with some of the other servants. |
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| 06 Oct 2015 10:17 PM |
You poured for yourself a glass of milk, before heading over to the dining room. There were quite a few servants you knew that you may be interested in sitting by.
1. Leah - The young woman who'd introduced you to art and got your first art supplies together for you. She's told you that, once upon a time, she painted marvelous pieces of art to be hung up in the homes of nobles. That was in the past though, and you're not sure what changed that led her here. She cleans the fancy porcelain and paintings around the house, as well as helping out with the dishes. 2. John - The person you'd sit by if you weren't very interested in talking to anyone. This is the case because John is mute, for some reason that nobody is quite sure of. He's the gardener, taking care of the plants, flowers, and fresh crops grown in the Mistress' garden. 3. Lola - One of the chefs, and one of the nicer servants. She's very cordial, friendly, and polite. She never has very much to say, but while her mouth is usually closed, her ears are always open. 4. Damon - A retired Pursuer, now an old man. Though several stories of his past are kept within his head, few ever leave his lips. Often times, you can find him staring out into nothing. He acts as a living checklist for the Mistress, informing her of what she needs to do for the day, as well as organizing everything for her. |
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| 07 Oct 2015 03:41 AM |
| Damon seems interesting. Something to spice up the day with a conversation with him. Lucia walks over to Damon,then sits beside him. " Good Morning Damon. " She adresses him,using a tone that is formal and polite as she does with everyone else. She proceeds to consume her food as she waits for his reply. |
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| 07 Oct 2015 12:11 PM |
Damon blinks his eyes twice in a fairly slow manner. He looked around for a moment, perhaps wondering if there was anyone else named Damon in the general vicinity. Discovering that he's the only Damon and you must be talking to him, he turns his head to face you.
Damon is an older man, though he hasn't reached the point where he's at risk of becoming senile. His medium-length hair hasn't faced the horrors of balding just yet, but it has turned to a stark grey color. As per the rules of the house, his longer-than-average hair is tied back and his face is clean-shaven. Though, the lack of any facial hair only serves to bring more attention to the scars and wrinkles dotted around his face. A rather large scar cuts diagonally across his face, starting from the top of his left brow and ending at the right side of his upper lip.
For a split-second, his deep blue eyes shift to a red color, before going back to blue. You've been told before that such a thing is normal for Pursuers, though you're not sure why it happens, as you've never asked.
"Good morning Miss Rosemary," Damon says, "what's a nice young girl doing sitting by a boring old man like me?" |
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| 08 Oct 2015 03:29 AM |
" Well. If you don't really mind me prying into your life..I would like to ask some questions about the pursuers. " She asks the old man politely,before saying another line to soothe the man if he feels awkward. "You don't really need to answer if you..don't want to. A job like that is certainly scarring. " |
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| 08 Oct 2015 12:04 PM |
Damon seems confused for a moment, likely as to why someone would be interested in his life. You recall now that you never noticed him engaging in prolonged conversation with people, or telling his stories to anyone in particular. While he might just be quiet and unwilling to share, perhaps he's never shared his stories because nobody's asked. He takes a sip from his glass of wine, contemplating for a moment.
"I don't mind answering any questions you have," he finally says, "everything's in the past anyway." |
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| 08 Oct 2015 01:26 PM |
Name: Jason 'Jay' Allen
Age: Twenty - two
Gender: Male
Appearance (include clothing): Brown spiky hair, with a jacket sometimes wearing headphones. He has a device that he uses that is like a contact lense which is connected to the internet. (Sorry to get all futuristic on you)
Current Occupation: Egineer and scientist. He has developed many suits in the past ten years though only takes them to showcases. He has earned millions of (whatever is the currency) but chooses not to spend it. Basically, he's a saver.
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| 08 Oct 2015 01:30 PM |
Jason would sigh looking at his arm. He would exit the car, scratching his nose.
Jason would smote upon the door, opening it.
"IS THIS LUCIA'S HOUSE OR AM I WRONG?" I'd yell as if I lived there.
I'd scan the house with my eye piece, matching it to the one I searched.
I'd walk into the dining room, looking at a chef |
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| 08 Oct 2015 01:37 PM |
| Declined for being an anime weeaboo edge-lord, being futuristic while this is a Steampunk RP, and signing up in the wrong thread. |
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| 08 Oct 2015 10:43 PM |
| " Well. My first question is...what is a pursuer? I mean. I know what they do but,I'd like to know more in detail. " Lucia responded to him. Obviously still careful about her words. Asking small questions before prying further into his life to satisfy her curiousity. |
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| 09 Oct 2015 09:40 PM |
| "They're monster hunters who are better-equipped than the general population. Besides that, they're just like anyone else." |
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| 10 Oct 2015 06:04 AM |
| " Well equipped with what? " She asks him,sipping her glass of milk and stuffing small amounts of foods into her mouth. |
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| 10 Oct 2015 06:53 PM |
Damon thinks for a moment, as though pondering whether or not he should be allowed to tell you whatever it is he's about to tell you.
"Weapons, gadgets, bits, bobs, things not available to the public. They're mostly reliant on steam-technology, same as the shower or the kitchen appliances or the factories that makes things for you and I. Though, the Pursuers often carry alchemical items as well. Brews, potions, elixirs. All for dealing with the supernatural. Many of those potions are actually made out of the monsters they kill. I suppose they eventually become what they dare to fight. Ironic, isn't it? I think, in a way, I'm glad to have gotten away from them." |
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