Of Doves and Pigeons ((Open))

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

The live of a traveller is a lonely life indeed. The life of a gypsy is even worse, filled with anguish for the brand they were given by society. Orphaned at seven and raised by prostitutes and their clients for eight years, Leto spent her life running and escaping the law, all the while trying to make enough money to survive another year.


One day she found herself in London, England, still trying to live her life even with the glares she got when she passed by, she met a young man of nobility, while performing; a man who was in an arranged marriage to a member of the royal family. Together the two of them have to deal with the scrutinizing eyes of their society, a murderous serial killer on the loose, and his fiancée who gets more and more suspicious of his strange outings and lack of interest in herself.





I wanted to leave your character -the noble- as open as possible. You can work out a back story and all that jazz in the character and/or character thread. Please leave a fairly detailed description of your character there. We would also be putting any character that would be reoccurring there as well, such his mother and/or father, his fiancée, or even Jack the ripper, since he was around in Victorian England.

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

The port was busy as always. Crowded with people, the air filled with shout and the smell of smog and sea salt. Leto stood on a smaller ship's deck, waiting in her usual, more male, attire while the crew tie the boat to the dock. She had spent the last of her money in France to come here, though she was reluctant to come. But after being chased out of every other mainland country, she had no choice to come to the island empire.


Finally the draw bridge was laid down for the passengers to get of the boat and she moved towards her horse and cart. Both were quite extravagant, the horse was a large, black and white stallion with long, feathered hooves, and the cart -while old-fashioned- was colourful and eye catching. She tyed the cart to the horse and led it off the boat to solid ground, before weaving her way out of the crowd and into the streets. She climbed onto her cart when the crowd went down, riding along only as she looked over the tall gloomy looking buildings that surrounded her like walls and the the commonly that went about their day. Some even looking up her, whether in curiosity or disgust for her status.


Finally she found a place to set up her cart, in a little alleyway in the market. She began her process of getting ready; opening the cart, moving the horse setting out her dancing area; and as she worked a few clicks would ask what she was doin. By the time she was ready to perform a small crowd of children and a few adult watched curiously as she changed into a colourful dress, her now exposed arms, expertly lined in a black and gold paint, the same colours as the tambourine in her hand. She smile at the crowd before beginning her dance, the bangles around her wrists and ankles harmonizing with the sound of the tambourine.

 

[ToPlutoAndBack]

Radclyffe stood, his back still against the stone. He did his best to keep quiet as his aunt walked through the corridor. "Radclyffe," she called. "Natalie will be here soon! You haven't seen your betrothed in a week, and I'm sure she's very eager to spend the day with you! Honestly, you're behaving quite childishly."


After hearing her heeled footsteps leave the hall, Radclyffe laughed to himself and ran for the closest door of the castle. As he exited out into the garden, he began to unbutton his jack and loosen his ascot. He jumped over hedges and ran so fast past the guards than they barely even noticed him. He felt like a child again - well, he always felt like a child. He actually was acting like one now, though.


He found himself in the market, out of breath and wind-tussled. He smiled as a few patrons gave him a strange look. A lot of the locals were used to seeing him, for he tried to get away from the prim and proper lifestyle that he was forced to live as often as possible. Once h had caught his breath, he noticed a large group of civilians crowded around a cart. He made his way towards the area, furrowing his blonde brows. He pushed through the large crowd until his stood in the front row, finding himself watching a woman in risque clothing dancing to music she produced from a tambourine.

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

Leto didn't notice the blond boy's arrival since her crowd was ever growing, she just continued to dance, moving to the more upbeat and lively music she was taught to dance to since childhood. It was obvious though her performance she wasn't from this uptight country, where the sky seemed to be a constant grey and muted colours. And with the isolation of being an island nation deterred slot of nomads and gypsies away from it, but there were always a few that tried their luck, her being one of them.


She continued to dance her energetic dance, her bare feet never staying in one place as she twirled her skirt and bounced around. The younger kids laughed and clapped to the sound of the beat, clearly entertained and soon the whole crowd was clapping along to the pulse of the tambourine as she moved and twirled faster and faster until finally, she abruptly stopped, a grin on her face and a her face flushed and panting as she bowed to her audience, as she clapped and throw some coins in her direction. She thanked her crowd and saw them off before kneeling down to collect her profit. It seems as though the first day was a success.

 

[ToPlutoAndBack]

Radclyffe stayed behind as the young woman sat on the ground, not noticing the him. He pulled his coin purse from his belt and dropped it before her. As you can expect, it was quite full since he was the Queen's nephew. Probably more than all the other coins that had be tossed to her put together. He stared down at the dark girl, waiting for her to look up at him. He smiled brightly. "That was absolutely amazing. You are absolutely amazing. I have never seen anyone dance like that before. At royal balls, everyone must dance to that boring music that's played by the orchestra. Oh, and God forbid you don't have someone to dance with. And there's all the bowing and such that has to be done. It's honestly quite the drag. I don't see why anyone would want to attend one. I know I wouldn't if my aunt didn't force me to." Radclyffe rambled on and on, as he usually does when he meets new people.

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

She had thought the crowd was gone, but the bag dipping in front of her said otherwise. She looked up at the man above her, plunking the the bag up and placing the rest of the coins in it before tying it to her side. As soon as she did, he bombarded her with excited words, causing her to reel back at the speed of his words. She could barely make much out but she could pick out a few words. Something about aunt, royal balls and boring. She just stood there slightly confused as he spoke on and on.


Finally she was able to think properly, shaking her head and letting out a chuckle before holding her hands up to stop the word assault to her person. "Calm down, Sinore, you'll talk my ears off." She chuckled in her Italian accent, once more as she waited for him to calm down. She looked him over noticing his clean, crisp clothes, and quality fabric. 'He must be of nobility,' she thought putting together what little words she caught and his attire. Apart from that, he was pale and clear, clean skin -unlike her's- with bright blue filled with a somewhat childish excitement and messy blond hair. He stood tall, towering over herself quite easily. All an' all, looking like a man of high social ranking. "So usual I introduce myself? I am called Asra. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sinore."

 

[ToPlutoAndBack]

Radclyffe raised his eyebrows. "Sinore? I prefer Radclyffe. Clyffe works too. Anything that's not too formal. I'm used to being call Your Excellency all the damned time."


He smiled at the girl. She was quite lovely. Her dark features were so unlike what he was used to seeing around London. Even his own fiancee was pale and red-haired, with a terribly annoying French accent. He never did care for the French. Very rude people. This girl's accent was different, though. Italian, perhaps? He had never traveled much, except to France so he wasn't extremely cultured. The world excited him, though. He wished for nothing more to just leave the palace walls for good and explore the world in some hopefully more comfortable clothing.

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

She nodded to his request," then Radclyffe it is." She moved toward her cart at that moment, walking inside of it and opening the window so she can talk to him. "So then, Radclyffe, what brings you to the market? You clothes and word gives away your status quite easily. Are you out on business or do you personally buy your groceries?" She said as she took a damp rag and began to clean off the paint off her body. Once she was done she leaned over the windowsill, propping her head on the heel of her hand her fingers playing with stay strands of hair as she listens to him speak. There wasn't much left to do then waste time now after all. Now that she made such a huge profit, thanks to the man in front of her. She was perfectly alright with entertaining him for the while he was out here in the market. It was the least she could do.

 

[ToPlutoAndBack]

He followed her into the cart, having to bend down quite a bit due to hid height. "Well, uh, I don't particularly enjoy being nobility. I've never had a chance to be a normal kid, explore. I mean, I suppose it's too late for me to be a kid now. I am in my twenties. I'm a very enthusiastic and energetic person, though, as I'm sure you've concluded. And that's really kind of frowned upon when you're the nephew of the queen. They expect me to sit upright and do nothing but drink tea and make sure my ascot is properly folded. What terrible things, ascots. I don't find them to be very stylish, and the name - Oh, my apologies. I'm rambling again. I do that quite often, another thing my aunt isn't particularly fond of." He blushed, tilting his head down to let his blonde locks hang in front of his face.

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

Yes, he was very childish; and kind of naive to be completely honest. He was sharing thing with someone he really didn't know, and who's first name she hasn't even told him -though he doesn't know that and might not find out anytime soon. With way way he sounds, he must think that the grass is greener in her yard. 'Boy, is he wrong.' She thought before something clicked. "Wait, did you say you were the nephew of the Queen?!" She shouted. With how open he talks, everyone must know who he is! She just got to the island and there's a great potential of getting kicked out! She groan in exasperation before hurriedly pushing him out the cart.


"Out, out out! I need to change before someone thinks unneeded things!" With that she changed into her male disguise, throwing on her hat and scarf before opening the cart once more to let him in. "There, at least now somewhat safer like this," she let out a sigh of relief as he let him back in.

 

[ToPlutoAndBack]

Radclyffe furrowed his brow. "Why did you change? You're a perfectly beautiful woman. There is no need to hide yourself in such frumpy male clothing. If you came to the castle, I could have you fitted in the most beautiful of gowns. Not that they would let you in. You wouldn't like ballgowns anyway. I've heard that they're extremely uncomfortable."

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

"I dont think someone with such a...guarded childhood would understand, but nobles don't mingle with commoners; espiecally not Gypsies. Unless, of course they are having a... heated affair." God, it was strange trying to explain this to someone her own age. It shouldn't be that hard to understand with his background. "And seeing as you're the queen's nephew and complain, you sneaked out of your castle to be out here. If they catch us together in here, in my performance clothes, I'd be hanged. Even worse if your being sent off to another woman."

 

[ToPlutoAndBack]

Radclyffe pursed his lips. "Right. Another woman," he said, more to himself than her. "I should probably be getting back. My betrothed got here hours ago. I'm just trying to procrastinate. She's an awful woman. Always talks about herself. Never lets me get a word in, which I'm sure you can figure out is pretty hard to do. No, it's just always about Natalie. Arranged marriages are such terrible ideas."