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Seems legit Ill stick around to see how she goes

Mr. Smith sighs. "There are reasons besides trust, though that is certainly one of them, of why our Lord did not entrust this secret to you. It is not matters for me to speak of but he himself. Should you have the courage, confront him yourself." The old man smiled. "Lady Manihdar you will...

The maid curtsied and replied. "My name Is Anna ma'am, or at least my given English name." She shot a nasty look at Mr. Smith of which the old man just smiled and shut the door. The shadows of his feet underneath the door said he waited just outside, back to the door. Well at least Manihdar's...

Lady Carrow was woken in the morning by a young Indian made who, dressed in proper English Attire and curtsied in perfect Evangeline form, smiled and didn't say a word about why the newly wed wife was not sleeping in her husbands bed. "My Lady Manihdar, I am pleased to see that you are up and...

A month comes and goes, with extensive planning on the part of Mrs. Carrow and Lord Manihdar's right hand man, the elderly Indian man who simply wished to be called Mr.Smith, the wedding went on as planned and was a grand affair of which would be remembered with fondness by those who attended...

Lord Manihdar crouched down in front of Eleanor and gently helped her to her feet. "Come now." he murmurs. "A lady does not every bow her head but holds it high. There are forces beyond your control of which have put us both here today." The Young Indian looks up and raises an eyebrow at...

Lord Manihdar sat up straight at the mention of witches and curses, his lethargic cold anger having vanished almost instantly. When Lord Carrow was done explaining his daughters plight he turned to stare at Eleanor for some time, his garnet eyes flickering and unknowable. "A curse.... and a...

"We." The Indian lord said, making the word which included Lady Carrow into the mix sound as if he was suffering from the pox. "are heading to a more comfortable room upon my manor, lest you wish to remain in the sitting room in this heat? Rest assured should you grow bored with the discussions...

The Foreign Lord raised one of his dark eyebrows at Eleanors outburst. He stared at her for some time before speaking to Lord Carrow, his eyes never leaving Eleanors. How could one man be so different? The Manihdar which had danced with Eleanor last night was vibrant, warm and charming. This one...

Earlier that morning. A terrified Beauregard stood in Lord Johnathans formal receiving room with in a cold sweat, the droplets sliding down his neck as he faced down the man who owned the estates he currently was in. "The crown commands what?" Came the ashen, hissing whisper from the man who...

Lord Manihdar, or as he was known more fully as Lord Johnathan as the locals seemed to have trouble with his real name, watched as the girl he had spent perhaps the best time of the night with be ushered away with her parents with a slight sense of loss. Damn... he would have loved to have got...

"Well I do believe I will take that as permission and whisk you away without further ado." The young lord said with a charming grin and offered his elbow to lead Lady Carrow out to the dance floor as the musicians pick up from their quick brake. As the Indian man led Eleanor out, one could see...

The Foreign lord arrived before Eleanor faster than it seemed for the speed of which he was moving, the way he walked and held himself seemed so slow but in reality it was with speed and a natural serpentine grace. When Eleanor curtsied in front of him the young lord paused for a split second...

Johnthan had spent most of the evening so far in a state of disgruntlement, at being commanded by the crown to come here of all places when he could be put to use so much more effectively elsewhere, at being forced to 'enjoy' himself. Normally, had he come of his own volition, the young lord...

A young man sat in his private office, a octagonal room which was sparsely decorated. A few filing cabinets against the walls, a plush Hindu style rug lay on the floor. The mans bare feet were propped up against a blood-oak desk, resting on a smaller stack of folio's as he stared down at...

(yup, though WOOHOO ive finally done it! finished my damn character for the contest in four hours! 8 damn page describe! and I had to cut more crap out because it was toooooo loooong! POST IT!)

(ive actually never watched E.T)

A secret to getting involved in a rp is find a reason. Such as Mine characters is to get back home, where ever home might be. revenge on those who harm his kin, and to show the world that Thel Vladmimir Malachai isn't what the universe would like to think.

(*nods* indeed it isn't as of the moment, one has to slog through the muddy starts to get to the races on the grasslands. And besides, over the top isn't how I would put it, sufficiently informed. Lots of info was given to us so that we might better understand the world we are in. And besides...

(well... @InMyWorldTheSkyIsRed ... hallooooo?)