1x1 Ashautopsy and 14hca14

[14hca14]

Forest Surrounding Village:http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs40/i/2009/035/4/1/foggy_forest_by_apfe.jpg


Houses: http://www.usastudenttravel.com/williamsburg-tours/jamestown.jpg (Darker and Danker, everyone stays close so as to defend against the lurking demons in the woods)


Town Center:http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/071/2/7/loubressac_01_medieval_village_by_montvalentstock-d3bgjui.jpg


Castle:http://static6.depositphotos.com/1092937/587/i/950/depositphotos_5874784-Dark-Castle.jpg


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Name: Rosalind Alexis Triey


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Appearance: Pictured Below


Occupation: She took over her father’s pub but feeds herself by growing her own food.


Personality/History: Rosa has had to grow up fast, her life has never been a cake walk and she never believes it will be. Her mother was a tramp who couldn't stay sober long enough to take care of a child and dumped the kid on Rosa's father. He was just a drunkard who had hired the woman to be a wench at his pub and got lucky. When he saw Rosa and saw how her mother had grown up he figured she could be useful and pretty. He left her up in his bedroom all day only coming upstairs to feed her scraps of bread and milk.


For a long time he just made her sleep on the floor of his chambers and made her work in the kitchen and livery. But when she turned fifteen he decided he could make more money off of her by sending her to a brothel. This meant that during the day she worked at the pub and the stable next door and at night she grasped for a few winks of sleep between "jobs". She lived like this until she was eighteen and her father died leaving her the pub.


Nobody knows of her past unless they visited the brothel and she runs the pub with an iron fist. However everyon thinks she is kind girl doing the best she can under the circumstances and she does pretty well.


Other: Actual corset: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=26077261


Horse: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/328/d/9/black_friesian_stallion_walk_1_by_venomxbaby.jpg


Dog:data:image/jpeg;base64,/9j/4AAQSkZJRgABAQAAAQABAAD/2wCEAAkGBhQSEBUUExQWFRUWFhcaGBcYGBcVGBgXFhUXFxcYGBgXHSYeGBkjGRgVHy8gIycpLCwsFR4xNTAqNSYrLCkBCQoKDgwOGg8


Name: Bret Joans Gruy


Gender: Male


Age: 21


Appearance: Pictured Below


Occupation: He guards the city at night and hunts for meat to sell at market. He has some of the best prices and does not try to take advantage of anyone.


Personality/History: Growing up Bret's life was in many ways simple and quiet. He knew what it meant to be hungry but was never in danger of death. He really didn't care that much about the royalty but now blames them for his family's death. It started with the death of his father and brothers who, while out working, were killed by ogres. It wasn't uncommon for this to happen but the royal families had taken steps to stop it. Later when he was 16 his mother and baby sister were one of thirty townspeople killed by the plague, the royalty never came close to catching anything because they had a vaccine.


Bret now loathes the royal family and has taken on the job of protecting the small village because they won't.


Other: He is handy with both a sword and a bow.


HOrse:http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/175/3/5/bay_thoroughbred_2_by_venomxbaby.jpg


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[Ash Autopsy]

Name: Olive Ann Lancrast


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Appearance: Olive has long chocolate brown hair that falls to her mid-breast. Her hair is slightly wavy. Her eyes are a light olive green. Her skin is light and just lightly sun kissed.


(Picture her with more of an upper lip..)

Occupation: Olive works at a vegetable plantation out in the woods so she deals with near-death experiences every day. She grows corn, turnips, carrots, and and potatoes.


Personality/History: Olive is sweet and friendly. She's been eyeing Bret ever since they were young. She's kind of a loner because she can be shy at first, but when she opens up she can talk for hours and hours.


Olive was born into one of the towns poorest familes. Her mother was a stay at home mother, Victoria, so that Olive was watched carefully because her mother was only able to have one child. Olive's father, James, was a plantation owner. He grew a variety of fruits. But when he owned his plantation was in an awful drought so it was very hard for him to feed his family AND sell to buying customers. When Olive was just 4, her father caught a rare disease. A couple weeks later, he passed away. Olive and her mother were left to fend for themselves.


That's when Olive's mother had to take up a job. So she took up a job as a local _____(What do you call like a clothes maker?). She sewed dresses from fabric and yarn that people would give her. She made pants and (those baggy)shirts for men to wear. She also sewed the occasional leather vest. But unfortunately, That brought little income to Victoria and her young daughter for food weekly.


When Olive was 14, She took up a job at a plantation. Because there were are no other jobs open to her, she's practically been stuck with being a plantation owner for life. That's not what Olive wants to do. But when Olive turned 17, her mother got very sick. So now Olive works daily to support her ill mother and herself. She makes the best she can out of this horrible job.


Other:

Olive's dress has a corset on it that wraps around the bottom of the breast line.

The boot's she wears aren't quite as high as these.


Name: Damien Richard Anvil


Gender: Male


Age: 22


Appearance: Damien has short brown hair and neat facial hair, because he crafts himselves knives to shave. His eyes are a light grey with dark grey speckles around the edges. His skin is a light but not pale.

Occupation: Damien took up blacksmithing very young so he has many swords and daggers in his house. He makes a variety of weapons and welly paid for his working.


Personality/History: Damien is strong and nice. He's a hard working man who's ready to support a woman.(You know cause people only lived til like their 40's.)


Damien was born into a poor family. His mother was a jewler in one of the local shops. His father was a merchant in the city. When Damien was 5, his parents were expecting their second child. But when his mother went into labor, She died during child birth and the pregnancy was a stillbirth(If you know what that is..). That hit Damien's father hard. He blamed himself for his wife and daughter's tragic deaths. He soon became so overcome with anxiety that he couldn't work anymore. Damien was 9 when he had to go to work and he's been working his ass off ever since. Now he's 22 and ready to get married and support a family of his own.


Other: When he's working he wears this

When he's not he wear one of those baggy off white shirt, tight leather pants and high boots like Olive's.

 

[14hca14]

Rosa awoke early to the sound of birds shrieking in the trees and the low snores of Thorn, her stallion, shuffling in his still. With a grunt she pushed out of bed and rested one hand on Pebble's head. "Let's go tackle the day girl," she mumbled pulling her night shift over her head. The sun had not peaked over the horizon yet but towns people like to catch up on their drinking on Monday because the pub was closed Sunday. The Lord's day was her only official day of rest and she took advantage of it. But that day was over and she needed to get down to Dragon's Tooth and open up.


The woman carefully piled her hair upon her head than pulled a strand or two out so that her face was framed by auburn waves. She cinched the brown corset tightly after lacing her skirt on. Her brown boots were sturdy and comfortable under the waves of fabric. "Come on Pebble," she called to the hunting hound as she made her way across the tiny house. It was all one big room with a small table that overlooked the window, she housed her feather quill and papers there for she loved to write about what she saw.


Rosa grabbed her heavy brown wool cloak and riding gloves as she headed out to her two stall barn. In one stall Bessie her milk cow stood still dosing and in the other stood Thorn her pride and joy. "Come on pretty boy," she said tossing his saddle blanket and saddle over his back. It was the one thing she had put some money into, she checked his feet and decided she needed to take him to a farrier. As she checked over the tack she could tell she was going to need a new bit and stirrups soon and her old blacksmith had passed on. She would have to go see the new one. Despite her friendly demeanor Rosa kept to herself doing her job well and quietly and she didn't exactly trust men.


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Bret was returning to the town just as people were beginning to wake. Slung across Leaf's, his mare's, shoulder and rump were two bucks and he was laden with a multitude of small creatures. His first stops were the elders of the village who he provided for, next he would stop by the Dragon's tooth they were in need of some rabbit. He clucked his horse along, the faster Bret got this done the sooner he could go visit the blacksmith and get his sword fixed up. He had bent it on a trolls hammer a few nights ago.


The town was still was shaken by that attack but it wasn't out of the norm. They had to take care of themselves because the royalty sure as hell wasn't.

 

[Ash Autopsy]

Olive pulled each eyelid open slowly. Her eyes glanced over and met the _____(What are those dial things that the sun hits and it tells the time?) that Bret had mounted on the wall for her. She shot up from her bed and her springs squeaked furiously. She looked outside to see that the sen had already slightly risen. Uh oh, she was late. She was late and now the orges would be out roaming the forest, stealing all of her vegetables.


Olive pulled her olive green dress from on her rack and pulled it on over her panties. She pulled the wooden drawer to her dresser open and flung through all of her clothes. Socks, panties, and nightgowns flung from out of the drawer, masking the wooden floor below. She found her black corset and wrapped it around her stomach, pulling the lace through and lacing it tight. She'd gotten used to the feeling of being so breathless. She quickly pulled her boots on and looked at herself in the mirror. He dress was either becoming lower and lower or she was growing in size( If you catch my drift(; ). She brushed the knots from her hair and braided the sides back, pinning the braids to her silky brown hair with a golden dragonfly clip, the only valuable she was able to keep.


Olive ran out into the den, grabbing a large weaved basket from the table. The basket she used to reap all of the corn that was ready to be picked. She grabbed a rough sack for her potatoes and shoved it inside the basket. She grabbed and apple and set it in the basket so that she could have it for breakfast when she got hungry. Olive never had much of an appetite because she'd gotten used to not being able to have food.


Once she'd gotten outside, Olive walked quickly through the dirt and sand path. She kept her eyes low on the ground, so not to trip over her dress. Before she'd noticed, She walked right into Bret and fell onto the ground. Ashy dirt covered her dress as her basket fell onto the ground. A small red apple rolled out from the basket, now covered in dirt.


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(( I'm going to change my guy's name to Ian but i'll change the skeleton later ))


Ian has been awake since before the sun has even risen that morning. He was in the shop. His hands covered black with metal and ash. He wipped his hands on his apron and wiped his forhead with the back of his palm. He smiled sactisfactory(Is that the right term?) with the long sword he'd just crafted and polished. He set it aside from the others and placed his anvil back into it's position. A rack of swords and bows lined the walls, displaying Ian's works of art. He picked a large hunk of metal off of the wooden table in the back of the shop and set it on the fire for some time so that it could heat up. When it was done, Ian picked it up carefully with his clothes and pincher. He set it on the anvil and grabbed his hammer, bashing away at it once again.

 

[14hca14]

(Okay that's fine, I think the dial thingy is called a sun dial


Rosa set off for town one hand holding the reins and the other on her dagger. She would rather ride astride her horse but the looks she got were not worth it, plus she ran a business where customer approval was key. The horses heavy hooves landed with a comforting thud every time they hit the ground yet her body was not jarred. As they made their way through the streets Rosa noticed that no one seemed to be up yet, opening the pub might could wait. "Come on Boy, we are making a detour," she whispered turning left down the street that led to the blacksmith.


She had never really met the new Blacksmith, Rosa thought his name was Ian but she was not completely sure. The woman felt as if she had seen him once or twice at the Dragon's Tooth but there were so many faces and people she never had time to talk. She came to a stop in front of the shop, the heat wafting out of the store along with the actual smoke made everything so foggy looking. Rosa looped Thorn's reins about the hitching post before entering the store, "Hello?" she called a question in her voice as she removed her cloak.


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Bret hadn't been paying attention, between the amount of prey he was carrying and the silence of the morning he didn't see a reason to pay attention to everything and just focused on carrying the food. That is probably why he didn't see Olive until she was on the ground with apples and potatoes rolling about the in the mud. "Oh," he said being struck out of his day dream. "My God I am so sorry," he yelped hopping out of the saddle and laying his catches on the muddy ground.


He quickly extended a hand to her feeling horrible. Bret was friends with Olive but that didn't make him feel any better about what had happened. Once he had helped the girl to her feet Bret began to gather the fallen produce, "I can get this, Are you okay?" he asked genuine concern filling his voice.

 

[Ash Autopsy]

Olive looked up to see Bret and tore her gaze back to the ground, embarassed. Se watched his feet hit the ground and gather her produce off of the ground. She met her eyes to his when he pulled her up at just looked at him. She slowly began to nod but realized she was still holding his hand. She felt so embarassed. She pulled her hand away and wiped some of the dry dirt off of her dress but stopped at the actual mud. "Sorry.." She whispered.


Ian pounded away at the siering metal until it began to take the shape of something actually recognizable. Beads of sweat rolled down his forhead as he heard a faint noise over the loud shrieks of the metal. He stopped and wiped his hands on his apron, walking to the front of the store. He smiled at Rosa. "Hello."


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(( I went on that website and made Olive, but then I had to take my own picture of it because it's under construction.. ))

 

[14hca14]

Bret had started that over the past months Olive had progressively become more and more shy around him. He really didn't understand why she had become so quiet around him but her life was complicated and who was he to question. "Why should you be sorry? Last time I checked I was the one riding the horse and I was the one to knock you down, so as far I can tell I'm the one who should be saying sorry," Bret said handing her the basket and bag containing the produce. "And on top of all that I have gotten mud all over your lovely dress," he said noticing a few streaks across the green fabric.


"Uh, yes I am Rosa," she said extending her hand across the counter to the blacksmith. It was undeniable that he was attractive but she didn't have a need for a man in her life. The woman knew that all men weren't monsters but why risk it when you could end up hurt. "I am in need of a new snaffle bit, I prefer a copper mouth piece with steel or iron rings on the side. I will also be in need of new stirrups. All of this can be simple, nothing fancy just functional," she said in a business like tone.

 

[Ash Autopsy]

Olive looked up at him and took the basket he'd handed her. "I-It's fine." She studdered slightly. "Do you.. Maybe want to.. Do something?" She asked, ignoring the fact that she had work.


Chase reviewed his charts and nodded at Rosa. "I can do that ma'am." He smiled and turned the paper to her, handing her a quill and ink. "Can you sign this, please?"

 

[14hca14]

Bret cocked his head unsure why she had suddenly become so nervous around him, "I would like that," he said swing back into the saddle. "I have to go deposit my catch around the village but afterwards why don't we meet at the Dragon's Tooth?" he asked moving the doe and buck around on the horse until it settled smoothly over the Leaf's rump and withers. "Hey do you need a ride anywhere?" he asked knowing that if they moved slowly Leaf could handle a little bit more weight. What Bret really needed was a mule to carry around his catch on. He could leave the animal tied up right outside the woods while he hunted.


Rosa took the quill and quickly scanned the papers over. Everything seemed in order so she signed her name quickly. Despite her rough upbringing she had learned to read and write in the brothel. All of the whores had taken pity on her and although they made her into one of them they treated Rosa like a daughter. They taught her what she needed to know in life in hopes that maybe she could get away from their life. "So when can I expect these to be ready?" she asked looking up at him. The woman at the brothel used to say she looked just like any other young girl until you looked into her eyes because the eyes don't lie. Behind their warm brown color hid the pain and fear in her life.

 

[Ash Autopsy]

Olive looked at the catch on his horse. She always hated being around game. She liked the fact that the men were the ones taking care of that kind of stuff. She looked back up at Bret and nodded slightly, getting on the horse behind him. "Hey, Bret?"


Ian watched her sign her name. He scanned the papers and took them back, pressing a small ink stamp into the corner so that he would know that those were papers he'd seen before. He looked back up at the girl infront of him. "Um, Maybe... A day."


[MENTION=1136]14hca14[/MENTION] sorry I forgot to reply and then left!

 

[14hca14]

“Yes?” he asked nudging Leaf forward into a smooth walk. Every few houses he would get off to drop off a rabbit or a squirrel. They all paid him in advance or whenever they could, Bret was not really in it for the money. As long as he got enough to pay his taxes he was fine and even than he would get by. He felt safe in this town despite all of the dangers because he protected himself.





Rosa nodded, “That sounds good, would you like me to pick it up? You could always drop it off at the Dragon’s Claw around lunch tomorrow and enjoy a lunch. I don’t feel as if I have seen you around there. I tend to give my blacksmiths reduced rates at the pub,” she said thinking of how she used to laugh and joke with the previous blacksmith.