Fantasy 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 — THE CAST

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  Tallulah Azzarà

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  # The Magpie

  
  
  
  
  

  # Gratiela Brancusi

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  tallulah giovanella azzara

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  La Sicaria (Lula, Lulu, Lala, Tully)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  29

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  sexuality

  
  

  
  
  
  

  bisexual

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  sirocco sands

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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    We all eat lies when our heart is hungry
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    height

    
    

    5'7

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    hair colour

    
    

    Brown with natural highlights

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    eye colour

    
    

    Deep brown

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    face claim

    
    

    Gratiela Brancusi

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    hair

    
    

    A curtain of curly dark tresses. If you look closely, you’ll find a myriad of shades, ranging from rusty red to deep brown. It’s often tied back or covered, and perpetually frizzy. But she’s proud of it. While it’s distinctive, it belongs to countless women from her lineage, and is her act of defiance to care for it and let it grow untamed.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    eyes

    
    

    Striking eyes like silky sweet chocolate. Don’t be fooled by the softness hiding in their depths. They have been used to manipulate and murder, to suffocate and silence. They shift and morph based on need. And often hold a fiery inferno of rage and frustration. But, if you’re lucky, you’ll see them alight with the brilliance of a clear night sky. Reserved for those she holds dearest, or moments of pure hope.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    build

    
    

    On the more slender side, having been underfed most of her life. Her face and arms are often covered in a layer of grime and dirt that she’s never been quite able to shed. She’s learned to wear it as armor; a reminder of where she came from and where she’s going.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    scars

    
    

    A few scars on her lower legs, and across her forearms. One silvery strand across her right cheek, from where Carrow nicked her when they first met.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    There’s a reason that Tallulah Azzara is often compared to a magpie. She’s a flamboyant, boisterous, and lively person, who is only quiet if it serves her needs. At her core she is a performer. She loves to tell stories and show people worlds they can only imagine. She’ll talk your ear off, sometimes about nonsense, but does it in a way that you can’t help but sit and listen. She’s the master of distraction and disguise. While she’s not very good at tact, diplomacy or negotiation, she can spin stories and tales and tell you exactly what you want to hear. It’s manipulation more than anything, but it works to keep people sedated and happy.
    
    Tallulah has an almost compulsive desire for adventure, adrenaline and shiny objects. She is a skilled thief and conwoman, and has no qualms about fleecing down an innocent bystander for a trinket that could make her terribly wealthy. Or even for a cheap piece of gold that would look good on her neck. She’s reckless, impulsive, and jumps into things without thinking. Life is not truly life without a little danger to quicken the pulse. But it results in her getting into situations she could have avoided, or creating enemies where she should have made a friend.
    
    While she is fiercely loyal to those she cares about, and has a bit of a romantic streak, necessity and survival have squashed those traits down. Instead, she’s left with a tendency to avoid attachment, and distance herself from anyone who might become a liability, or worse a threat. She is very self sufficient and can take care of herself, to the point where she lacks an ability to ask for or take help. Why let someone else do it when she can and should do it herself? She is ever confident, curious, and intelligent. Displaying much out of the box thinking, and enjoying a challenge.
    
    However, she can be very uncooperative, stubborn, and self centered. She’s used to being alone, so she’s always looking out for number one. If someone else gets hurt, well then, darling, that’s just the way it goes. The need to look out for her own interests first often comes into conflict with her desire to defend those who cannot or who she cares for. It’s anyone’s guess whether or not the better part of herself will win out. She’s also horrible at listening to anyone in charge, or cooperating with others. That requires trust, and she does not trust anyone as far as she can throw them. She’s been controlled and followed orders, and all it did was weaken her. Everyone is only looking out for themselves, and therefore, that’s what she should do too. Doing anything else is practically suicide.
    
    The question remains whether or not this magpie will ever recover the kinder girl she once was. Or, if she’ll turn into the ruthless monster time and circumstance is begging her to be.
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Stealing

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    dancing

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    singing

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    bright colors

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    hair accessories

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    hoop earrings

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    bangles

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    adventure

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    travel

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    swimming

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    hair care

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    alcohol

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    knives

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    skirts with multiple layers

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    dark nights

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    sweet fruits

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    long naps

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    fires

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    smell of smoke

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    performing

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    close calls

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    collecting trinkets

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    dislikes

    
    
    

    
    
    

    brothels

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    mute colors

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    chocolate

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    coffee

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    bitter foods

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    anything spicy

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    perfume

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    small critters

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    sleeping exposed

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    heavy armor

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    sand

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    royalty

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    people born into privilege

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    pda

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    people coming up on her from behind

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    small children

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    being restricted

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    being told what to do

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    snow

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    chilly weather

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    gloves

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    people taking from her

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    fears

    
    
    

    
    
    

    being betrayed

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    losing control

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    getting caught

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    losing control

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    being forced to return to her former life

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    being locked in a room

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    strengths

    
    
    

    
    
    

    Excellent pickpocket and thief

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    agile

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    quick

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    perceptive

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    intelligent

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    stealthy

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    master of disguise

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    distraction

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    uneducated

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    working with others

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    weak swimmer

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    brute strength

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    following directions

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    auditory processing

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    following rules and commands

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    • Tallulah was born in Sirocco Sands in the lower class. Her mother worked as a serving wench in one of the various establishments, and Tallulah was the result of a one-night mistake.
    • She spent her early childhood roaming the streets or in a room upstairs. She was never allowed inside the establishment, for fear of deterring customers with the sight of a young girl. However, that didn’t stop her from sneaking downstairs to get a look at the festivities in the evening. She also liked to play pretend. It was easier to deal with her problems if she pretended she was someone new every day. On a new adventure or quest.
    • Her penchant for stealing started early. She was always attracted to shiny objects. Even things of no value. There was almost a compulsory need to take them.
    • When her mother learned of her stealing, she taught the girl which things were valuable and which were not. So, Tallulah started swiping things every night while her mother made the rounds.
    • Unfortunately, she was caught one night. Her mother tried to take the blame, but her boss wouldn’t hear of it. So, reluctantly, she allowed Tallulah to be thrown out. Not without tying a bit of the stolen gold to the inside of the girl’s dress.
    • Tallulah found herself roaming the streets as a feral child, stealing what she could. She returned to the establishment, but her mother turned her away. She quickly learned she was on her own and would have to make her own way.
    • A few weeks later, she noticed a band of traveling performers. They were nomads, and people enjoyed their songs and dances. However, Tallulah merely saw an opportunity. The jewelry and costumes they had were unlike anything she had ever seen. She wanted desperately to know where it was from. So that night she snuck into their wagon. She was caught again, but instead of being thrown out, the performers took pity on the small, grimy child and kept her. They nicknamed her ‘magpie’, because of her attraction to shiny objects.
    • Her life took a turn for the better. She began singing and dancing with the traveling troupe. She had a natural talent for acting, performance, and lying. She loved reinventing herself over and over. Being someone new everywhere she went.
    • But she was also used to picking people’s pockets. Steal a couple of extra coins here and there, and bat her eyelashes real nice so that people would donate even more (though they didn’t know they were being swindled too).
    • This continued for a few years. Tallulah honed her craft and became a performer in her own right.
    • But soon enough, she was caught. And her troupe left her behind. Solidifying the idea that Tallulah had absolutely no one to rely on. She had to take care of herself.
    • She freed herself (through methods she’s not proud of), and became a performer again. Taking up a new name and persona. She got so good at swiping things that she could do both at the same time. She was well known for her mesmerizing performances. The Starling, they called her. However, she believed magpie was still more appropriate.

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    ...And when they try to cage you...

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    • When Tallulah was just shy of twenty years old, she was caught again. After a successful evening, she was cornered in the hallway by a young man perhaps five or six years her senior. He realized she had stolen from him.
    • There was a back-and-forth. But instead of hurting her, the young man encouraged her to join the Stygian Guild. He happened to be a thief as well and believed that Tallulah could shoot even higher. And Tallulah found herself entranced by him.
    • But, still wary, she refused and fled. However, the young man, Carrow Brollot, was persistent. And they played a game of cat and mouse for nearly a year. Carrow did his best to earn her trust. Until, against her will, she found herself falling for him. As he would find himself at all her performances. Over and over.
    • She was caught again and realized her identity as the Starling had come to an end. Carrow came to her rescue, and she finally caved.
    • She quickly became involved in the Stygian Guild and climbed the ranks as a known thief. She and Carrow were a match made in heaven. Tallulah was quick and stealthy and Carrow was ruthless. Where one was found the other was not far off.
    • They were known for traveling throughout Solas. Pretending to be new people everywhere they went. It was necessary, especially as they grew in notoriety.
    • At first, they were close. Lovers even. But soon Carrow grew angry and restless. Perhaps it was madness. Perhaps it was greed. Perhaps he was threatened because Tallulah was quickly becoming a better thief than he. The young woman couldn’t tell you which. But the man she was once so fond of quickly turned his wrath on her.
    • She was a captive. A pawn in his ever-increasingly dangerous schemes. Gone was the suave, charming man, and in his place was a monster more terrifying than any she had seen. He only wanted her to be his little pet. To retrieve what he wanted without question.
    • He refused to even touch her anymore. Unless it was to slap her.
    • She had no one to call for help. Even those who knew turned a blind eye. She was utterly alone, just like before. And this time, there were no magical performers to save her.

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    ...Grow Wings

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    • There was a large-scale heist Carrow wanted to pull off. Tallulah was an important piece of it. And she took a risk. She sabotaged the heist. Taking the items with her, and leaving Carrow to rot.
    • Carrow was furious with her. Vowing to hunt her down and kill her.
    • Instead, Tallulah took everything she could and fled. A wanted criminal in numerous cities, she forged new papers and a new identity.
    • But she has many enemies, very few friends, and no real place to hide. And there are only so many lives you can take on before one of them catches up with you.

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    sammy rae

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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      Carrow Brollot

      
      
      
      

      A vicious flame. Carrow and Tallulah were passionate, reckless, and explosive. At first, Carrow was a devoted, charming, and loyal lover. He practically worshipped the ground that Tallulah walked on. Meanwhile, Tallulah found him infuriating, and wonderful. She felt truly safe for the first time. So much so that she was able to overlook some of his more violent tendencies. Until he turned on her and became her living nightmare. She got the best of him for now, but she's still reeling from his betrayal, and wondering if she'd ever really be able to get rid of him if it came down to it.
      

      
      
      

      
      
      

      
      
      
      
      

      
      
      
      

      
      
      
      

      
      
      

      Seraphine Azzara

      
      
      
      

      The woman who made a mistake that led to Tallulah's entire existence. They now have an estranged relationship, with Tallulah not having seen her mother in over two decades. She holds deep resentment and anger towards the woman who kicked her out to keep her job, but she still quotes things her mother said to her.
      

      
      
      

      
      
      

      
      
      
      

      
      
      
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      Faction

      
      

      Currently a member of the Stygian Order. She joined via Carrow Brollot, who put his name in the ring to get her in. She hoped to have access to more information, better victims, and more adventure. She’s still tied to the faction, but she’s gone undercover now that Carrow is out for her head. The faction would recognize her even today, and that makes her nervous. Any one of them could rat her out.
      

      
      

      
      
      
      
      

      
      

      Status

      
      

      In order from past to present. Tallulah was born into low society and spent much of her early childhood slumming in the streets of Sirocco Sands. She learned most of her skills in the backwaters. Self-taught, as well as taught by life itself. When she became more prolific, she evolved into a wanted criminal, and it’s the status she has lived in for over a decade.
      

      
      

      
      
      
      
      

      
      

      Opinion On Royalty

      
      

      Tallulah is firmly against royalty. It has been the source of her misery for her entire existence, and she would be happy to see all of them burn into a fiery pile of ash. In fact, that’s next on her list once she takes out slimy Carrow Brollot.
      

      
      

      
      
      
      
      

      
      

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      Sword swinging is very sexy. And Tallulah is well acquainted with piracy. She has spent most of her life thieving to get by and has no interest in doing things differently. Perhaps it’s the thrill she gets from taking things that aren’t hers, or maybe it’s just that she doesn’t know how to do anything else.
      

      
      

      
      
      
      
      

      
      

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      • Tallulah is very unmoored. I’d love to see her forced to work with others and learn to trust them. She’s used to handling things alone, and believing she cannot rely on anyone.
      • She’s done a lot of shady things in her life. I definitely feel like at some point Tallulah’s past may catch up with her. Either in the form of Carrow or one of the other numerous people who happened to be a victim of her skilled fingers.
      • I think her being captured again would be her worst fear. I’m not saying it should necessarily happen, but she’s also wanted almost everywhere. So I wouldn’t be surprised if a bounty hunter tried to turn her in for a big prize.
      • Maybe having to confront her past. Her mother or the troupe that left her behind.
      • I’m definitely more of a… I like to see what happens as the plot progresses. So these are some thoughts but I swear I’ll have so many more fun ideas as we get farther in the process.

      
      

      
      
      
      
      

      
      

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      Yes, of course! I'm super fascinated by this roleplay, so I'd be happy to join later, or even come up with another character if needed.
      

      
      

      
      
      
      

      
      
      
      

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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• The Perfumist
  
  
  Full Name : Lady Calanthe de Braose
  
  Nickname : none
  
  Age : 23
  
  Date of birth : The Nineteenth day of the Fifth month - May 19th
  
  Place of birth : Sirocco Sands
  
  
  
• Personality:
  
  
  Vices : conceited, heartless, merciless, pitiless
  
  Virtues : equanimous, inventive, precise, thorough
  
  Deepest Fear : being caught and put on trial
  
  Motivations : to advance or protect herself by all means necessary
  
  Quirks/Habits : twirling her hair, picking at her nail beds, absentmindedly tapping, has RBF
  
  
  
  
• Background:
  
  
  Calanthe always dreamed of taking her mother's spot on the throne, but she was born with a disadvantage, an older sister. As a child, she would spend majority of her time frolicking around the garden, learning about the various flora that lived there from the gardener. He advised her what plants to stay away from, and which ones smelled the best. In the years she spent being taught, her interest in using the scents to create perfumes for her family and anyone else who may be interested.
  
  While her sister would be spending her time doing some sort of royal training, Calanthe was mixing plants & oils, hoping to find the perfect combination. She would take the product as the family traveled across the city for meetings and things alike. Much of the attention would be on the Duke & Duchess, and then moved on to her sister. Calanthe spent most of her time being overlooked, occasionally being dismissed by others as just another commoner.
  
  As time went on, Calanthe's jealousy and hatred towards her sister grew, festering inside, creating a monster. Yes, she was older, but why wouldn't they have trained them both for taking the throne in the event that her sister passed away? What if something awful happened? That could never occur though, security was every where and there was no way that they'd let something so devastating happen. But maybe, just maybe someone on the inside could take down her older sister.
  
  Many nights, she spent locked in her room, perfecting the sweetest smelling perfume, one that her sister could not refuse. She used the knowledge over the years from the gardener of what pairings worked the best, and thought of one last ingredient that would make the scent to die for.
  
  White Oleander.
  
  The flower was locked away along with many other poisonous plants to prevent them landing in the wrong hands, but nobody would've thought the hands would come from inside the castle. Accessing this part of the garden wouldn't be very difficult, the gardener left the keys hanging on the wall inside the shed. After retrieving them and entering the forbidden garden, Calanthe cautiously clipped two of the flowers off the vine, placing them into a cloth bag, and headed back inside.
  
  In the morning, the family woke, a celebration was in order for the eldest sister as it was her birthday, turning 28 was a big deal apparently. As the family smiled and laughed, they moved to the living room where many presents awaited for her sister. A scowl formed across Calanthe's face, she never received anything of these proportions for her birthday, but that might change when she becomes an only child.
  
  Calanthe gifts her sister the perfume, giving her a warm smile, "I created this scent just for you, one of a kind." With a step back, she watches as her sister spritz the perfume on herself, raising her wrists to her nose in order to get a deep sniff. "It is absolutely divine, Calan-" Her voice cuts off, as she begins coughing, "It's a tad strong though... Of course, there had to be some sort of insult to a creation from Calanthe. In a huff, she takes off to her room, it wouldn't matter much longer though, she would never have to hear from her sister again.
  
  As night falls, the de Braose parents stand at the side of the eldest sister's bed, she had fallen extremely ill, the two think about what could've caused this when Calanthe entered the room. "You. You did this." Her mother charges towards her, eyes narrowed, finger pointed straight at her. She stands there, had her plan actually worked? Would she now be the heir to the throne? She gives her mother a shrug, "It was the only option. Her face rests in a cold & callous position, showing absolutely no remorse. Her mother continued to berate her when the family doctor spoke up,
  
  "She's gone.
  
  The news broke of the passing not soon after, this caused an uproar amongst the commoners who found the de Braose's favorable, many formed a mob and approached the estate. Calanthe’s parents rushed around, trying to figure out what to do and how to calm their people down. The people outside the doors chant her name, she stands at her window staring down on the townsfolk, with a smile on her face, "They love me." She quietly said to herself.
  
  The next day, her parents barged into her room, immediately they disowned her, claiming that she had ruined everything. Her father hands her a ticket, "You will board this ship and never come back. If you do, you will be killed." Calanthe wraps her hand around the ticket, with a smile on her face, it was so nice of them to consider her safety despite the crime she had committed. Her bags were waiting for her at the back door, as she grabs them and walks out, she sees the gardener, and gives him a smile and wave. The man had nothing to say, and just shook his head at her in pure disappointment.
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  name

  Adelaide Ellison

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  Current Residence

  Sirocco Sands

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  age

  27

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  place of birth

  Kestyr

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  gender

  Female

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  status

  High Society

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  occupation

  Modiste

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  role

  The Modiste
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  She has golden blonde hair that is fine textured but naturally wavy and she keeps it long so that she may style it as she pleases. She often curls it and styles it in an updo, or leaves it down. But as she is high society, she keeps up with their trends.

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  She has downturned sunny blue eyes. While working, you will likely not see them which is a good thing for her as it is hard for her to hide her emotions behind them.

  build

  
  

  Her skin is pale and creamy with a rose colored undertone. She has a slender build, with not much. She has a bit of curve to her from her mothers side. fc gabriella wilde

  attire

  
  

  Often wearing her own work, she adores frills and laces. She is often seen wearing dresses that she designs, and won't be caught dead in anything less. What the dresses are varies on what is trending for the season, as it is her job after all to keep up with these things.

  modifications

  
  

  none, she is a lady! (except for an ear piercing, of course)

  scars / markings

  
  

  She has no permanent scars yet, but often has minor scratches on her hands from working with needles and threading all day.

  weight

  130 lbs

  height

  5"6
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  • virtues

    Passionate

    Diligent

    Resourceful

    Personable

    Independent

    trait six
  • vices

    Obsessive

    Egoism

    Distrusting

    Gossipy

    Materialistic

    trait six
  • likes

    anything sweet

    flowers, mostly roses

    happy clientele

    sun rises

    gossip

    lace and frills

    large gardens

    poking people who disturb her peace with the needle

    dislikes

    closed spaces

    wearing all dark colors

    rain

    body odor

    rude clients

    the uncouth

    politics
  • strengths

    dressmaking, sewing, charisma, blending in, styling, bargaining,

    weaknesses

    anything involving fighting, seriously, this girl has never touched a sword in her life

    reputation

    Her reputation is in high standing amongst the nobles, as she is their primary source for their modiste needs and is of high society herself. She has made sure to keep her past life under wraps, and does not speak of it to anyone, ever.

    fears

    Falling fatally ill, relying on others completely, becoming like her mother, thieves, being outcasted in high society
  • hobbies

    dressmaking (duh)

    going to the theater

    attending social gatherings

    gardening and picking flowers

    reading, when there's time

  Flowers grow back, even after they are stepped on.
  
  So will I.

  personality

  
  Adelaide can be both kind and unkind, depending on what you have to offer her. Life is transactional and that is all that she knows. She doesn’t always expect money, sometimes a word about another, perhaps an entertaining tale, a future favor, or even trading services; however, it will need to be worth her skills. Growing up where she did, she does have a soft spot for some, particularly women in need. Brothels are no place for a young girl, and the tattered clothes and tear-stained faces of the women have left a permanent mark on Adelaide’s consciousness.
  
  The work she does is very important to her. Unlike some others who go do their duties and come home for the day, no consequences to the quality of their work, Adelaide’s work is paraded around. It is of utmost importance to her that the quality of what she makes is up to par for her clients, as they are her walking advertisements. Oftentimes her clients are of royal or noble standing, and she makes sure that for her most high-paying clients she will stay up all day and night to finish any fittings or projects needing to be completed. She is a little obsessed with her work, and submerges herself into it during times of duress.
  
  She admires, is even envious, of the royal life. But part of her deep down feels conflicted for the severe gap between high society and those whom she was brought up amongst. Adelaide has a strong sense of her moralities, and enjoys her life now.
  
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  tw: implications of abuse, prositution, and death
  
  Adelaide has grown up in a rather unusual manner for someone currently in her standing. Her mother was a harlot in a brothel, her father’s origins unknown to her. It was not uncommon for the women working to have children, of course, since that is the nature of their business. Alyce tried to love her daughter as much as she could, but she was also a reminder of the pain she had suffered, the hand she was dealt. Alyce knew it wasn’t Adelaide’s fault, and never treated her as such, but it was hard for her to raise a daughter when she was a daughter that was never raised herself.
  
  From the beginning, Adelaide learned from her mother and the other women working that everything has a cost. Including love. Her mother tried to shield her from the horrors of the reality of the life they lived, but after not long the curtain could no longer contain the monsters that lived behind it. Adelaide would see how the men would treat the other women, if not her own mother, and connect the ties. Nights would begin with laughter and wine and end with exhaustion, bruises, and money left on the bed. It was tireless, neverending work. From this young age, she knew that this was not what she wanted for herself.
  
  As Adelaide matured and grew into herself, she felt more eyes and more pressure on herself. A growing weight with her growing body. She was running out of time. Adelaide’s mother, Alyce, was always taken with her golden hair. Alyce’s hair was a mousy brown, so her daughter’s hair coming out such a light shade surprised her. Adelaide knew when the time came once she had matured, her mother would be thinking about the money they could make with both of them working. She was her daughter, but ultimately she felt like cattle for Alyce, someone to take her spot once she grew tired. As a result, Adelaide tried to separate herself from the house as much as possible, offering to do chores and other tasks needing to be done for the ladies. Anything to get out, really. Her favorite thing in the world was going to the dress shop. She adored looking at all the newest fashions, feeling the fabrics, seeing the designs and the craftsmanship. The dresses were feminine and beautiful. Oftentimes, she’d spend more time than necessary in there and this didn’t go unnoticed by the shop owner. Vesta, an elderly woman with no children of her own, admired the passion she saw and would show her techniques if Adelaide was nearby when she had people in the shop for fittings.
  

  second stage of life

  
  Alyce grew older and wearier, her body more worn, her patience running thin. Adelaide, in her mind, had a duty that wasn’t much different than royals, a familial duty that she was not fulfilling. Adelaide could feel the growing anger from her mother, but her resistance only grew stronger. She wanted to please her mother, but the images of the women coming out of the rooms with bruises on their legs were flashing like an inescapable prison. The overwhelming feeling became too much for her, and in the midst of the night while her mother slept, she grabbed what she could and ran out as fast as she could. There was only one place she knew to go, and that was the dress shop. Vesta was shocked to see a red-eyed Adelaide in front of her shop at early sunrise, but ushered her inside at once. Having no one to share her skills with of her own, Vesta taught Adelaide everything she had known and took her on as her apprentice.
  
  Adelaide went through the stages of her adolescents with Vesta, sponging her knowledge and learning everything she could. Vesta was happy to have a daughter she didn’t have. She had spent most of her life working, unable to find time to marry and have children, so she felt this was her second chance at that. A chance to carry on her legacy. Adelaide adored Vesta and worked in the shop, the gossip with the girls and everything that came with it.
  
  Unfortunately though, when it grew to be much colder than anticipated winter and with Vesta’s elderly age, she grew very sick. Adelaide was devastated. Her cough was deep and rumbled, skin cold like the air outside. Although they made money from dressmaking, Vesta was very generous with her prices and affordable. She ran her business for the love of the people, not the money; she loved nothing more than to see a woman feeling more beautiful than when she came in. This didn’t put her in a good spot financially when she grew ill and Adelaide knew it. Days grew into weeks, Vesta's condition worsened and so did Adelaide’s anxiety. She sat beside the woman she had grown to care for so deeply, holding her wrinkled hand in her own youthful one, rubbing the top of it for comfort as she coughed. Vesta looked up at her, a glint in her eye, and on her deathbed told Adelaide to go on, be a dressmaker, and be one of the best. She smiled softly at the girl she had grown to love and care for and gently nodded off to sleep forever.
  

  third stage of life

  Adelaide was never quite the same after Vesta passed, but she took her words to heart. She worked on her craft, her designs, her reputation, everything. Eventually her passion earned her a position as the modiste for the prestige nobles if they chose to come to her shop in Sirocco Sands. As time has passed, she’s developed a sense of herself, her own style of being a dressmaker. Her day to day life looks much different than it did as a young girl as well. She fills her day with mindless gossip, listening in on those who come into her shop and muttering about those unfortunate enough to come under fire from their sharp tongues. It’s her guilty pleasure these days. She now enjoys a life of privilege she never would’ve dreamed of before, but sometimes a feeling eats away at her. Is this truly what Vesta meant by becoming the best, or did she perhaps mean something else?
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  why did she board?

  Being a notable modiste has it perks, but sometimes it has it's downfalls as well. The king has ordered Adelaide to board the ship (regardless of her tendency to get seasick) to travel the lands to research and gather new materials from other lands, and attend to the nobles and their dressmaking and modiste needs. Adelaide doesn't mind this part of course, and it's nice that he entrusted her with such a big task; she feels honored, but wishes the task maybe involved more land and less sea.

  opinion on royalty

  She is neutral, but leans towards favoring royalty. Adelaide tends to favor those who can favor her, and nobles and royals are typically the ones who can do so.

  opinions on piracy

  Absolutely terrified, and definitely feels they could use a good fitting. Doesn't understand why people need to steal, rather than work for what they need.

  gm notes

  Adelaide has grown up in a lower standing, but now is among high society, I would like her to question herself and where she comes from, question her morals and what she knows now. She's a bit of a snob now (who wouldnt be hellooooo) but I would like her to be put into positions where she is forced to question what she values as "success" or you can just ruin her life im ok with that too tbh
  
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    Adrius

    full name

    Adrius Blackwood

    age

    Thirty Three

    gender

    Male

    sexuality

    Heterosexual

    date of birth

    December twenty-second

    place of birth

    Gossvein, Kestyr

    The Oathbreaker

    alias.

    Ivan Fitchner
    

    pronouns.

    He/Him
    

    occupation.

    Former Guard for The High Judge Quinlan
    

    known languages.

    English, Latin, Basic Gaelic
    

    status

    Low Society and Wanted, has a warrant out for his arrest by The High Judge Quinlan
    

    reputation

    In the Cascades, he's deemed as just another cog in the machine among the ranks of his fellow guards. However, back home in Kestyr, he is viewed as an outcast and an omen alongside his family
    

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    None
    
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    Adrius

    ht

    6'0"

    wt

    185 lbs.

    hair

    Brunette - His hair is dark brown, nearly black and typically kept at a medium length. Often tousled or pulled back to keep it out of his face during work or battle. Though, while plotting his escape, in efforts to help hide his identity - Adrius took a crude knife to his locks and half hazardly chopped away at its length, leaving it in uneven disarray.

    eyes

    Grey Blue - His gaze is withdrawn, often unsettling those who meet it, as if he’s peering into the very depths of their soul in search of hidden truths or weaknesses. A prominent scar runs vertically across Adrius’ left eye, a deep, jagged mark that begins just above his eyebrow and ends on his cheekbone. The wound did not blind him but it left the skin around it slightly puckered and discolored.

    body

    Adrius' face is angular, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a slightly hooked nose that adds to his intense and somewhat intimidating appearance. Standing at around 6'0", his frame is tall and solid, with broad shoulders and a well-defined musculature that comes from years of working the land, hunting, and engaging in physical challenges. Adrius Blackwood possesses a lean, muscular build that speaks to a life of physical labor and survival in the harsh environment of Kestyr paired with the overwhelming work assigned to him during his enslavement to Quinlan.

    mods

    Adorned with intricate, ceremonial tattoos, each representing a rune or blessing tied to his family's schismatic beliefs. The tattoos are primarily black with organic patterns that flow across his chest, back, arms, and legs. These designs include symbols of protection, strength, and spiritual connection, with some elements appearing almost ancient in their style. A distinctive ritualistic brand on his back that takes the form of a large bird, often interpreted as a raven or a crow. The bird's wings are spread wide, with the tips reaching near the edges of his shoulders. However, the scar is more than just a mark; it carries deep spiritual and cultural significance.

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    Tom Hardy (Taboo)
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    • likes & dislikes

      misc

      likes

      Nature, wilderness, herbalism, family bonds, silence, hot stew, brandy, hare or venison, the smell of campfire and spices, sparring, rainy days, liturgical music, tobacco or opiates, and a hot bath with herbs

      dislikes

      Outsiders, authority, dishonesty, deception, crowded places, sailing, the ocean, the royals, unnecessary cruelty, cats (he doesn't trust them), strong perfumes/colognes, and satin fabrics
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      Adrius' free time was stripped from him the moment he was forced to join Quinlan's ranks, however he found small comforts in things such as whittling (carving small runes and totems from wood), meditation, studying runes and ancient texts regarding his family's beliefs, storytelling, and hunting
      
      

      habits

      
      Praying to the old gods, he has ritualistic routines in the morning and evening to keep in touch with his beliefs, speaking to the fire (though, it never responds), and people watching
      
      

      fears

      
      Drowning, Quinlan capturing Cassandra, The Royals and the power they hold on society, and losing his freedom
      
      

      strengths

      
      ⧾ Being a survivalist, Adrius retained the sharp instincts and heightened senses from living off the land in Kestyr.
      ⧾ An unyielding resilience that allows him to withstand hardship and bounce back from adversity.
      ⧾ His resourcefulness makes him skilled at making the most of limited resources, whether it's crafting tools from the natural environment, using herbs for ailments, or finding unconventional solutions to problems.
      ⧾ His physical prowess from his muscular build allows him to endure long hours of strenuous work, engage in combat with skill and ferocity, and navigate difficult terrain.
      

      weaknesses

      
      ⧾ Does not know how to swim
      ⧾ Basic reading comprehension with English
      ⧾ Adrius' self-imposed isolation and deep-seated distrust of others limit his ability to form new alliances or seek out help when he needs it.
      ⧾ His emotional repression leads to periods of intense internal struggle and emotional outbursts, which can cloud his judgment and make him vulnerable in situations that require a clear mind.
      

      Opinions

      
      Adrius harbors a deep-seated disdain for royalty and those in positions of power. Growing up in the harsh environment of Kestyr, where survival is a daily struggle, he has little respect for those who are born into privilege and luxury without having to work for it. To him, royalty represents the worst kind of arrogance—those who rule from afar, detached from the realities of the common folk, imposing their will on others without understanding their struggles. Adrius has a complex view of piracy, his opinions are influenced by the practical realities of survival and the blurred lines between legality and morality in his world. He has minor admiration for pirates due to their adaptability parallels his weariness of their unpredictable savagery.
      

      Gao's Questions

      
      What I would like my character to encounter/experience/develop in this roleplay are: I'm very open to just about anything, the grittier the better.
      ⧾ Adrius isn't necessarily a vengeful person, but he would gladly sacrifice his own self for the sake of ending Quinlan's tyranny. Thus, sparing others the same fate he's been dealt and for those who have been wronged by Quinlan.
      ⧾ I'd like to see how Adrius would fair around various members of society, as he was essentially a feral with his family in Kestyr, but forced to reshape himself to stay under Quinlan's radar.
      ⧾ Cassandra and Adrius' dynamic of two escapists, whom are from very opposing spectrums of society trying to survive together offers plenty of opportunity for serious and comical interactions with others. Especially with the two pretending to be newlyweds.
      ⧾ With Quinlan being a hateful man, he's bound to make Adrius out to be the 'kidnapper who stole his bride'. Trying to have Adrius their tracks and sleeping with one eye open is bound to push him to the brink of insanity.
      ⧾ I wouldn't even be opposed to Quinlan finally getting his hands on Adrius and making him suffer for his treason.
      ⧾ Adrius is aware of Quinlan's plan to murder Valerian Flores, though he's not had confirmation whether or not Quinlan had successfully done so. But he chooses to keep this knowledge to himself and doesn't share it with Cassandra.
      ⧾ With Adrius' unorthodox religious beliefs, I'd like to see how it would play out with the Covenant of Aethera's followers - would they condemn him?
      ⧾ If Adrius somehow manages to have a happy ending, I'd assume he would never return home out of fear that his family was exterminated by Quinlan's forces, but find home with a group of close comrades that he considers family.
      
      If not selected in the first round of applications, I am willing to be contacted at a later date if the GM feels there’s a fitting opportunity for my character to make their grand arrival: Absolutely, yes.
      
      

    personality

    
    Adrius Blackwood is a complex and multifaceted personality shaped by the harsh realities of his upbringing and the traumas he has endured. His demeanor is often apathetic and guarded, creating a man who has learned to keep his emotions in check and trust sparingly.
    
    Stoic and Reserved: A man of few words, often keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself. He rarely shows vulnerability, preferring to maintain a calm and composed exterior, even in the face of danger or emotional turmoil.
    
    Loyal and Protective: Beneath his reserved exterior, Adrius is fiercely loyal to those he cares about. His protective nature is most evident in his relationship with his family, particularly his siblings, and now Cassandra. He will go to great lengths to safeguard those he loves, even if it means making personal sacrifices or engaging in violence.
    
    Morally Complex: Adrius’s moral compass is not black and white. While he has a strong sense of duty and honor, he is willing to blur ethical lines when necessary. His actions are guided more by pragmatism and the need to survive than by strict adherence to moral principles.
    
    Haunted and Guilt-Ridden: Being deeply haunted by the death of his twin brother, Tactus, the guilt weighs heavily on him, affecting his interactions with others and his self-perception. He often grapples with feelings of self-loathing and regret, which can lead to moments of introspection and inner conflict.
    
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    The Blackwoods

    The relationship with his family may be strained but it is deeply rooted in love, loyalty, and the burdens of responsibility. As the eldest of six children, Adrius and Tactus had always felt a strong sense of duty toward their siblings and parents, especially given the hardships they faced as outsiders in their village. Losing Tactus felt as if he had lost a part of himself and Adrius has never felt whole since.

    Cassandra Flores

    Alias: Flora Fitchner, "Wife"
    Adrius is apprehensive of Cassandra with initial distrust, but there is a growing respect for her with their unspoken bond forged through shared adversity. He feels a sense protectiveness towards her, being in her debt from inadvertently saving his life. Now, boarding The Leviathan with the façade of being honeymooners, he finds the idea of sharing such an intimate space with Cassandra unsettling. Yet, he understands the necessity of their arrangement - this voyage is their only chance at freedom. It will be a true test of their companionship.

    Quinlan Wright

    Adrius' servitude to Quinlan was built on power dynamics, fear, and manipulation - with Quinlan holding the upper hand and Adrius forced into a position of reluctant subservience. Despite finally escaping Quinlan's clutches, Adrius regrets not having made more of an effort in ending Quinlan's cruel reign over the judicial system. But he also fearing the mad Judge's inevitable retribution for Adrius' betrayal.

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    The Ritualists

    
    The Blackwood family is a large and enigmatic clan, known for their deep-rooted unorthodox beliefs and the eerie aura that surrounds them. Consisting of about six children, with Adrius as the eldest and his twin brother Tactus by his side, they live on the outskirts of their village in Kestyr, physically and socially removed from the rest of the community. Their home is a modest, weathered structure surrounded by a dense farm land that brims with herbs, spices, and plants of mysterious origin. The family is self-sufficient, tending to their land and relying on the natural resources of the swampy region.
    
    The Blackwoods are marked by their ceremonial tattoos, which each member receives upon reaching adulthood. These tattoos are not mere decorations but are believed to hold the power of ancient runes and blessings, connecting each family member to their ancestors and the natural world around them. The intricate designs of these tattoos tell stories of their lineage, their beliefs, and the blessings they seek to carry with them throughout their lives. Outsiders in their own village, the Blackwoods are viewed with suspicion and fear. Rumors of black magic swirl around them and their practices set them apart from the more conventional villagers. They rarely participate in the communal activities of the village, and when they do, their presence is met with a mix of curiosity and unease.
    
    Despite the isolation and the whispers of dark powers, the Blackwood family is close-knit and fiercely protective of one another. Their bond is forged not only by blood but also by the shared burden of being different in a world that doesn't understand them. Each member of the family plays a vital role in maintaining their way of life, contributing to the family’s survival in the harsh, unforgiving environment of Kestyr.

    The Sacrifice

    
    The arrival of Quinlan’s men was not heralded by fanfare or commotion but by a quiet and unsettling presence. Clad in dark, imposing uniforms, the recruiters moved with a cold andcalculated efficiency. Their faces obscured by the brims of their hats and the shadows cast by the setting sun. The village of Kestyr, already quiet and withdrawn, seemed to hold its breath as the men made their way to the village center, their boots sinking into the damp earth with each step. Adrius and Tactus stood proudly at attention, hardy arms folded behind them with unyielding stances. The sight of the recruiters sent a chill down their spines, their instincts telling them that nothing good could come of this visit. The twins exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them—whatever was about to happen, they would face it together.
    
    The leader of the recruiters stepped forward, his voice cold and authoritative as he informed the brothers of their selection. Quinlan had ordered the recruitment of one young man from the village and they had chosen the Blackwood twins. But there was a cruel twist: only one of them could go. The other would have to die. The air seemed to grow thicker with tension as the reality of the situation sank in. The twins’ mother, a woman of quiet strength and resilience, stood in the crowd, her face pale but resolute. She knew better than to intervene; Quinlan’s men were not to be trifled with. The other siblings watched from the shadows, their wide eyes filled with fear and disbelief. Adrius and Tactus stood facing each other, their hearts heavy with the weight of what was about to unfold. They had been inseparable since birth and their bond forged in the shared hardships of their family’s life in Kestyr. But now, that bond would be shattered by the cruel hand of fate.
    
    Tactus fought with all the strength he could muster, his movements driven by fear and desperation. Adrius, though equally skilled, moved with a grim determination, his mind racing as he tried to find a way to end the fight without killing his brother. But the reality of their situation left no room for mercy or compromise.
    
    The fight was brutal and heart-wrenching, the sounds of their struggle echoing through the stillness of the swamp. Bloodied and exhausted, the twins fought on, their bodies pushed to their limits. But in the end, it was Adrius who gained the upper hand. With a final, agonizing blow, he overpowered Tactus, his heart shattering as he delivered the fatal strike. Tactus fell to the ground, his eyes wide with shock and pain. Adrius knelt beside him, cradling his brother’s head in his hands, tears streaming down his face as he whispered a final, tearful goodbye - adamant on gifting his twin a merciful death. His jaw clenched and his muscles tensed as he wrapped his hands around Tactus’ throat. Time seemed to slow as Adrius applied pressure, fingers trembling with the force of his grip. Tactus' breath hitched and his body convulsed in a desperate attempt to draw in air until there was a sudden uneasy silence enveloping the two and surrounding onlookers.
    
    The recruiters looked on with cold indifference. The village remained eerily silent, the weight of the tragedy hanging heavy in the air. The Blackwood family gathered around their fallen son, as they mourned the loss of Tactus. Adrius, now marked by the blood of his own brother, stood over Tactus’s body, his heart hardened by the cruelty of the world. He had won the fight, but the victory felt hollow, leaving him with nothing but the bitter taste of loss and the burden of survival.

    The Servitude

    From the moment he is forced into Quinlan's service, Adrius is thrown into a world where morality is twisted and survival means becoming a tool for a tyrant's ambitions. For the next eight years, Adrius had not just been any guard - he is Quinlan's enforcer, driven by his unflinching loyalty built on the harsh reality that disobedience or failure will result in a fate far worse than death. The burdened weight on his shoulders shapes him to becoming a reformed feral, but an adept right hand to be taken advantage of, in the eyes of Quinlan. With the threat of unimaginable consequences looming over his head, Adrius is tasked with carrying out orders that most of his brethren can't stomach, such as interrogation and torture, suppressing potential rebellions, and even murder in cold blood. While Adrius excels in his duties, the weight of the work takes a heavy toll on his psyche. He knows that each task further binds him to Quinlan’s service, stripping away pieces of his humanity. But his loyalty is exhausted and his obedience has been tested to its limits when Quinlan orders Adrius to have an overpopulated orphanage accidentally go up in flames. His reasoning being that there will be less mouths to feed and the real estate would be better suited for his business endeavors. Adrius boldly refuses the demand. This ultimately lands him on the ballot for the next group of executions.
    
    Though, it was no surprise to hear Quinlan's ramblings in the belly of the cells. Often visiting his prisoners for a quick fix to satiate his sadistic desires, whether it be to torture or force them to fight for his own entertainment. But the woman trailing behind him was unusual and unfamiliar to the captives. The prisoners clung to the bars of their cells, their faces twisted in fear and pleading. Crying for mercy and please for a fair trial as their hands reached through the iron bars at the woman and Quinlan. But Adrius stands apart from the rest, sitting in the shadows at the back of his cell. He does not beg nor plead. He does not reach out. Instead, he sits quietly like a dog beaten into submission, his fate seemingly accepted. The woman approaches his cell, taking an interest in him. Whether she shared Quinlan's cruel ways or she took pity on him, Adrius didn't move in the slightest, only to raise his gaze to the two silhouettes peering into his cage. "And what of him?" she asks, her voice soft but firm. Quinlan smirked, ready to spin his web of lies, "Ah, that one," he begins, "is a traitor of the highest order. A spy, no doubt, sent to undermine our efforts. He’s guilty of crimes beyond measure." Before Quinlan can continue, from the shadows, Adrius spits in Quinlan's direction. His defiance clear despite his dire situation. But Cassandra is is intrigued and sensing there's more than what's being let on, insisting that Adrius speaks for himself. Adrius remains silent with a clenched jaw. He knows that whatever he says will only lead to more fuel for Quinlan to set him ablaze later. But Cassandra’s insistence cracks his resolve. "I am here because I defied Quinlan’s cause," Adrius finally says, his voice low and steady. "Nothing more, nothing less."
    
    The following morning, the atmosphere is heavy with anticipation. A crowd has gathered to witness the executions, their murmurs filling the air as the first condemned man is led to the block. As the axe falls on the first prisoner, no doubt another innocent man whose thwarted Quinlan, Cassandra watches with uneasiness forming a weight in her stomach. When Adrius is brought forward, her discomfort turns to dread. Just as the executioner swings the blade, Cassandra cries out. Her voice rings out with authority, cutting through the noise of the crowd. The executioner hesitates, caught off guard by her command and Adrius, sensing the moment, flinches - the axe grazes his face. Instead of delivering a clean blow it leaves a deep, vertical gash across his left eye. Blood begins to fiercely pour from the wound and Adrius stumbles back, pain flashing across his face, as he's palming at the laceration in a desperate effort to cease the bleeding. The crowd gasps and Quinlan’s face contorts with fury, demanding the executions be postponed while he berates his bride to be into submission.
    
    That evening, while Cassandra quietly begins to formulate her escape, Adrius is nursing his fresh wound and contemplates his own fate. He knows he has to escape, but his thoughts are clouded by the events of the day and the throbbing pain in his eye. He doesn’t expect to survive the night. But as luck would have it, despite the fitful rest, he sees the light of day peering through his barred window. The plans are in motion, on either side of Quinlan's residence, both Cassandra and Adrius are risking the first opportunity to escape and to their surprise, they cross paths.
    

    The Leviathan

    Cassandra's first instinct is to demand his help -knowing she won’t get far without him. Adrius, initially reluctant, knows she’s right. Though, he doubts his ability to protect her, the spark of defiance in her eyes stirs something within him. Knowing the ins and outs of Quinlan's compound, Adrius hurriedly guides them through servants' corridors, weaving through the what once were his colleagues and ignoring their whispered concerns.
    
    The pair make their way to the bustling market, blending into the crowd as they steal clothes from numerous vendors. Adrius greedily snatching fabrics off tables and tossing them to Cassandra. For his self, a black wool long coat that hangs loosely down to his ankles. To compliment the coat, he crowns himself with a felt top hot, securing it lowly to aid in hiding his identity. They don new identities - Flora and Ivan Fitchner, two newlyweds embarking on their honeymoon as a guise to secure passage on The Leviathan, a ship bound for freedom.

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