Fantasy The Tea is Warm

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[Ithinkalot]

 

[yuckeroni]

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BASICS

• General Information
• Appearance
• Other Information

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name: Helena Fay Ailey
  
  
  Nickname: Hope
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Age: 28
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
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  Height: 5'11" ft.
  
  
  Weight: 99 lbs.
  
  
  Hair Color: Black
  
  
  Eye Color: Black
  
  
  Defining Features: None
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  0 0 1 + Reading
  
  
  0 0 2 + Fashion
  
  
  0 0 3 + Quiet social gatherings
  
  
  0 0 4 + Dogs
  
  
  0 0 5 + Black tea
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  0 0 1 - White tea
  
  
  0 0 2 - Magic (She doesn't believe in anything of the like.)
  
  
  0 0 3 - Cats
  
  
  0 0 4 - Blood
  
  
  0 0 5 - Loud people
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  0 0 1 + Self-motivated and determined
  
  
  0 0 2 + Intelligent
  
  
  0 0 3 + Self-confident
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  0 0 1 - Debater
  
  
  0 0 2 - Egotistical
  
  
  0 0 3 - Sometimes too helpful
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  0 0 1 || Small spaces
  
  
  0 0 2 || Large fires
  
  
  0 0 3 || Huge mirrors
  
  
  0 0 4 || Pain
  
  
  

UNDER THE SKIN

• Personality
• Background

• 
  
  
  While being utterly vain and conceited, Helena likes to think she has a good heart. When not pampering herself or reading a book, she takes pride in helping her friends. She doesn't like anyone helping her, though. It would shatter her to pieces if anyone pointed out her biggest flaws, such as her self-centered view on life. Helena believes that if she isn't happy, then no one should be. But, she knows best when she should stop looking at herself and pay attention to her friends and the situations that arise.
  
  
  
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  Being born under the name Ailey meant humiliation to everyone who knew. Helena was cursed to a life of mockery and shame because of what her ancestors had meddled into. Many years before she was born, her great great great great grandfather thought it best to torch the memories of Virgilia the "witch." Back then, the witch was a fond symbol to all, a beacon of hope and love, and power. The Ailey's wanted to regain that power that they lost, so they killed livestock and people under Virgilia's name. When the people had found out it was their doings, they were immediately executed, and their remaining children would be doomed in the future. Because of their actions, Helena's family was shunned and pushed away. Luckily, the young woman was still able to make some friends.
  
  
  So, when she received the letter, she knew that she could retain the Ailey power the family had back then, if she were to actually talk and have tea with the rumoured witch.
  
  
  

 

[Chinoma Yamagata]

BASICS

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• 
  
  
  Name: Nama Curo
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Age: 34
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
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  Height: 6'4
  
  
  Weight: 160
  
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Grey
  
  
  Defining Features: Facial hair in a particular pattern around his chin. Long scar on his left side torso.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Likes: Copper tinkering. Long swords. The ocean.
  
  
  Dislikes: Pirates. Angry or rude people. Messing up his hair.
  
  
  Strengths: Scolds people when needed. Will make sure to get his way unless his boss tells him to otherwise. Is quick and can hide easily.
  
  
  Weaknesses: He gets too nervous at times. Doesn't sleep as much as he should.
  
  
  Fears: To be killed. Not being able to see Syreni or his loved ones again.
  
  
  

UNDER THE SKIN

• Personality
• Background

• 
  
  
  Ever since Nama was a young man he was always a gentleman. He'd treat women and men with the upmost care. Sometimes he's even a slight bit too friendly to men but he makes it up by treating women with his charm. However due to his lack of sleep and anxious mind sometimes he can't be the best to be around. Whenever the bags under his eyes become prevalent it's better to stay away from him or else nothing good could come out of it. He loves the life of luxury but feels rather empty when kept in it for too long. Regardless of his family's state he can't stand racism and isn't too fund of sexism. He'd call out a racist but never a sexist person due to the society they live in.
  
  
  
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  He was born out of a rich family however that money didn't come out of a healthy place. They sell interracial children to the black market. He himself is interracial but from four generations ago. Nama never learned about this, though. Nama grew up with a childhood friend named Syreni. She was a small tanned woman who was to grow up to be his wife someday. Nama didn't dislike the idea but wasn't much for it, meanwhile Syreni was enchanted and couldn't wait until they grew up. Sadly for this love story, she was kidnapped by a group of pirates and forced to become one of them. Ever since she left he hasn't seen or heard of her. He had suspicions that the new female pirate named Riptide causing riot in the shores was her. But he could never be sure.
  
  
  

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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BASICS

• General Information
• Appearance
• Other Information

• 
  
  
  Name: Alexander Naverio
  
  
  Nickname: Alex
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Age: 22
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
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  Height: 6 ft
  
  
  Weight: 166 lbs
  
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Pale Green
  
  
  Defining Features: He has the scars of a tough life, though most are faded and hard to see. One that is the most visible is on his chest, very close to his heart where he'd once been stabbed.
  
  
  
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  Likes: Tinkering. He likes messing with things to figure out how they work. Anything he can take apart and put back together is interesting to him.
  
  
  Warmth. Having spent a long time nearly freezing to death, he'd always liked being warm and enjoys anything that gives off a warm air.
  
  
  Earl Grey. It is his favorite, though he doesn't mind other teas, he'd prefer to have a nice hot cup of Earl Grey.
  
  
  He loves anything that can peak his interest, whether it be people or items.
  
  
  
  
  
  Dislikes: Nosy people. He led a short life of secrecy and while he doesn't keep to himself, he doesn't want people sticking their noses into his personal life. His business is his business.
  
  
  The Cold. He spent a lot of his young life nearly freezing to death. He'd rather not go through that again.
  
  
  Fighting. He's had enough of that in his life.
  
  
  Black Coffee. It is bitter and unsatisfying.
  
  
  
  
  
  Strengths: He has deft hands, capable of dealing with small tools and even smaller components. More specifically, his hands could easily find their way in and out of a person's pockets without them knowing.
  
  
  Alex is intelligent, both streetwise and bookwise, having had both a life on the street and then a life of learning.
  
  
  Having lived on the streets, Alex can also hold his own in a fight, though he'd prefer not to.
  
  
  He has some connections to the underworld of society, despite having tried to leave that life.
  
  
  Alex possesses very good manners...most of the time.
  
  
  
  
  
  Weaknesses: Unless he is working on something, he is easily distracted, especially when he is bored. This leads to...poor looks in his direction during polite conversation.
  
  
  When angered to a certain point, he reverts back to a more crass person, losing any semblance of manners. It is not a pretty sight.
  
  
  When busy with something he has a great interest in, he becomes terrifyingly focused, near to the point of obsession and has been known to forgo eating to keep working. To prevent this, he has a rule he tells his closest friends "If I haven't made contact for at least three days, come check on me"
  
  
  Being alone with women. He isn't very comfortable with women and, while he has no problem with them with other people around. Being alone with them leaves him flustered.
  
  
  
  
  
  Fears: A slow death such as freezing to death or drowning. He has no problem with death, as long as it's quick and moderately painless, he's fine with it.
  
  
  Bats. They just freak him out.
  
  
  Being pulled back into his former life. It's something he'd be happier to forget.
  
  
  

UNDER THE SKIN

• Personality
• Background

• 
  
  
  Calm and well mannered, he's every woman's dream. At least on the surface. Deeper, he is obsessive, easily bored with uninteresting topics, and uneasy with women. Deeper than that is a man trying to forget a darker past.
  
  
  Most of the time, he is good natured and friendly. He loves to converse about topics he finds interesting. While he doesn't form friendships easily, those he does are very important. To those friends, he is deeply loyal and happy to help in anyway he can.
  
  
  When alone, he delves deep into his work, tinkering and inventing. Simple things, complex things, things that tend to explode, whatever he finds interesting will eventually find itself on his table.
  
  
  
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  Alex was born into a life of poverty, a world of darkness and the unlawful. He didn't live, he survived. Unwanted by his parents, he began to do the only thing he could once he was able to fend for himself. He grouped up with others of his age and did odd jobs for many of the syndicates in his hometown. He did whatever was asked of him.
  
  
  By the time he was thirteen, he'd mastered the art of pick pocketing and common thievery. He'd even begun to work on projects of his own, teaming up with his group to do more things. Of course, as he got older, he wasn't as cute, losing the edge he'd had. People treated him crueler than before.
  
  
  In the next three years, he was forced to kill twice. Both times, it was to save his own life, though the second time was shortly before his birthday and had almost been the end of him.
  
  
  Over the years, he'd accrued a number of minor scars, but the one he'd gotten at that time is the one he remembers the most. A knife had found it's way into his chest, very close to his heart. Lying there, bleeding out and close to passing out, he actually felt a little happy. Death would be a nice relief, a good way to relax after all the things he'd been through.
  
  
  Of course, fate had other plans. He woke up in a small house filled with small objects. It was like a clockwork shop, many small tools and other broken objects littered the walls and desks. An old man walked into the room and was happy to see that he was awake, having feared he'd pass away in his sleep.
  
  
  Despite being a thief and a ruffian, Alex had a code. This man had saved his life and as such, he'd do everything he could to repay that debt.
  
  
  In just a few short years, this man had become like a father to him and even taught him his art. The art of tinkering and inventing, something Alex took to almost immediately. His life of thievery had honed his hands into master working hands. He possessed skill that many took all their lives to master.
  
  
  It was then that he decided to follow this man's footsteps and leave his other life behind, to become refined and well mannered, capable of dealing with high society.
  
  
  When he turned twenty one, the man passed away. Old age. Alex had seen many friends come and go. He'd seen death more often than he'd like to, but this was the death that had affected him the most.
  
  
  After the funeral, Alex found that the man had been very wealthy, something Alex had never asked about, nor had the man bothered to mention. A life of fixing the objects of richer men had padded his pockets quite nicely, though you couldn't tell from the state of his home.
  
  
  True to form, he picked up right where the man had been, taking on his projects and even starting many of his own. It was a year later that he received a letter from a woman known as Virgilia. He knew who she was, most of those in the underworld of society were either in awe or fear of her. For good reason, he supposed.
  
  
  But whether or not she was truly a Witch, he cared not. He'd heard many stories and they all painted her in a very interesting light. He just hoped that he wasn't the only one invited. No matter how interesting she was, it was all for naught if he wasn't able to actually speak to her properly.
  
  
  

 

[Takuwan]

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BASICS

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  Name: Lysander Bertholdt
  
  
  Nickname: Pierrot
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Age: 32
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
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  Height: 6'2"
  
  
  Weight: 215 lbs. Muscular Build
  
  
  Hair Color: Platinum blond
  
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  
  Defining Features: Scar on lip, back, and chest from different times in his circus performances.
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  0 1 : Entertaining others
  
  
  0 2 : Keeping his face hidden
  
  
  0 3 : Keeping quiet
  
  
  0 4 : Food
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  0 1 : Ignorance
  
  
  0 2 : Having to be alone
  
  
  0 3 : Showing weakness
  
  
  0 4 : Being seen as nothing more than a circus act
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  0 1 : Perseverance
  
  
  0 2 : Persistence
  
  
  0 3 : Critical thinking
  
  
  0 4 : Intelligent
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  0 1 : Self-Doubt
  
  
  0 2 : Stutters
  
  
  0 3 : Shy (With out the mask)
  
  
  0 4 : Tends to space out
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  0 1 : Centipedes
  
  
  0 2 : Dolls
  
  
  0 3 : Being in a locked room alone
  
  
  0 4 : Being seen in a performance with out his mask
  
  
  

UNDER THE SKIN

• Personality
• Background

• 
  
  
  Lysander is a bit of an awkward individual. From when he was younger to now, he had learned to bottle up his feelings in order to perform well within the circus. He never truly found any friendships that lasted; they were all simply temporary. No matter what, he brings forth a joyful facade, where in actuality, he is far from happy. He's miserable. Pointing out every flaw he has no matter what, which brings in his mask. Everything he does in which he is happy with himself is always surrounding the mask. Every accomplishment, every inch of glee he could fathom, came from the mask and nothing more. With out it, he feels like he is a ghost, wandering with out a cause. With people, Lysander does not deal with out the mask, for if he did not have it, he'd get himself killed or even worse.
  
  
  He is quiet, silence being his closest friend.
  
  
  
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  WORK IN PROGRESS
  
  
  He came from a family who worked in the circus, his mother and father acrobats who wished for their son to take the career into consideration. However, as the years passed, they began to understand that he was surely not cut out for the part of the acrobat world. They saw him as more of a joke, a laughing stock which allowed them to appoint him with the job of a pierrot. Nameless and faceless. He remained hidden under the mask from the age of 12 to now, the age of 32. It is, because of him, that he id insecure with himself. Despite how handsome many find him, Lysander thinks he is the very opposite. As, when he has the mask, people will attempt to make an even bigger fool of him.
  
  
  He's balance on a ball every day, ride tricycles, do anything in order to keep a crowd happy. But, no matter what, there was always the bunch that would put him down every chance they got. This caused countless injuries in his lifetime. Thrown food, rocks, anything. Lysander couldn't escape it and only tried to cope.
  
  
  

 

[TechnoParadox]

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  Name: Theodore Brewer
  
  
  Nickname: Theo
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Age: 25
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
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  Height: 5'11
  
  
  Weight: 155 lbs
  
  
  Hair Color: Black
  
  
  Eye Color: Brown
  
  
  Defining Features: A small scar on his chest that was caused by a small disagreement with a fellow scholar a few years back.
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  1. Literature and Art
  
  
  2. Tea
  
  
  3. Socializing
  
  
  4. Learning
  
  
  5. Serenity/Tranquility
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  1. Ignorance
  
  
  2. Uncleanness/Dirtiness
  
  
  3. Loud Noises
  
  
  4. Ill-mannered people
  
  
  5. Prejudice of any form
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  + Does not get impatient easily and is polite.
  
  
  + Is an extrovert which causes him to be very friendly and diplomatic.
  
  
  + Very aware and meticulous of his surroundings and others
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  - Lacks physical strength.
  
  
  - Is dishonest to others occasionally to benefit himself (Can described as a weakness or a strength).
  
  
  - Has cases of paranoia from time to time.
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  1. Being unable to meet the expectations of others.
  
  
  2. Dying without anybody at his side.
  
  
  3. Being rejected by his friends and/or others
  
  
  

UNDER THE SKIN

• Personality
• Background

• 
  
  
  Theodore has usually been depicted as a very friendly but calm person by those who are familiar with him. Due to this, he spends a substantial amount of his time at his local coffee shop, enjoying some time with his friends and getting to know new people.
  
  
  Under this sociable surface of his, laid his diligence and studiousness. Theodore thoroughly enjoys socializing with others but he also loves to learn, primarily from art and literature. Often times he will blaze through a book in a matter of a few hours, while still grasping all the important details and concepts. His amount of concentration also applies to art. He sometimes may spend even hours studying just one piece of art, deciphering the messages and implications that the artist tried to convey. He considers himself a scholar and an intelligent individual that seeks to learn.
  
  
  
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  Theodore grew up as an only child in a wealthy family that ran a business, which meant having ample amounts of books and other writing. His parents were very polite and well-mannered which Theodore obviously picked up on. Theodore was a relatively polite and dutiful child as he grew up through his teenage years, and he rarely caused trouble or acted out of hand. His education was mainly taught by a very intellectual and intelligent governess his parents had hired. Due to the amount of literature in his household, during his free time he would always read, maybe take a sip of water, and continue reading. His parents were a little distressed by his behavior so they began encouraging him to socialize more and have fun with his friends. Giving in to his parents' suggestions, he began to split his time between studying and talking with others. This affable attitude of his worked wonders as his interests and learning heightened, and with it, he started to lose lots of sleep and the physical state of his body began to degrade.
  
  
  By age 20, Theodore was well-known and respected throughout the town and continued his studies until his parents' health began to decline. His parents never really had good health and it was beginning to take its toll. His father died when Theodore was 22 and his mother followed shortly after. Theodore inherited the business his parents were running but decided to sell it, using his new fortune to continue his life as a scholar.
  
  
  When Theodore received the envelope, he was quite intrigued when he realized it was addressed from the individual known as Virgilia. With his interests piqued, he decided that he would attend this tea party of hers.
  
  
  

 

[Ithinkalot]

(Side note: Though the rp has already started, we are still open to accepting two more members: pref female maybe another male is okay too tho)

 

[Omigosh01]

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BASICS

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  Name: Clara Blackwood
  
  
  Nickname: Claire
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Age: 23
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
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  Height: 5'3"
  
  
  Weight: 108lbs
  
  
  Hair Color: Fair Blonde
  
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  
  Defining Features: Almost translucently pale skin, large unseemly glasses, and short/petite frame
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  *Reading, being alone, playing the piano, classical music
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  *Large groups, social obligations, trying new things, the outdoors
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  *Intelligent/logical, insightful, creative
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  *Shy, easily intimidated, Stubborn
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  *Disappointing her family, a loveless (arranged) marriage, the dark, animals and insects
  
  
  

UNDER THE SKIN

• Personality
• Background

• 
  
  
  Most people would consider Clara to be soft-spoken, well-behaved, and meek. And she would agree with them, of course. She prefers to go with the current and create as little waves as possible, even if that peace comes at her own expense. She is still young, and not yet comfortable in her own skin. She has a poor sense of humor and finds it hard to make new friends. The few that she has had in the past considered her to be 'too serious'.
  
  
  
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  Clara Blackwood comes from a well-to-do family, and is the youngest of her three sisters (all of which are now marrying off and starting families of their own). She had been of legal marrying age for some time now, and has been receiving a great amount of pressure from her parents to find and marry a decent, God-fearing, gentleman. Marriage, however, is the last thing on her mind. She has always been most comfortable in the company of herself, and if she could have it her way, she would prefer to remain an unmarried woman for the rest of her life.
  
  
  Clara had every intention to stay in her room that morning, drinking her morning cup of hot tea, she was surprised to find a letter underneath her floral-printed saucer. After reading the invitation, she decided that her parents would be happy to see her attempting to be sociable, and perhaps it would be enough for them to quit pestering her for another few months.
  
  
  

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

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  ...Heroth Wisp...
  
  Nickname: The Dictator
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Age: 28
  
  
  Gender: Male
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  Height: 6 feet, 8 inches
  
  
  Weight: 153 pounds
  
  
  Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Golden Brown
  
  
  Defining Features: Light scaring along his backside
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Likes...
  
  
  Wealth and Comfort
  
  
  Gullible Individuals
  
  
  Long Books of Literature
  
  
  Golden Hair
  
  
  
  
  Dislikes...
  
  
  Idiotic Individuals
  
  
  Destruction of Beauty
  
  
  Animals
  
  
  Bland situations
  
  
  
  
  Strengths...
  
  
  + Intelligent
  
  
  + Sociable
  
  
  + Calm
  
  
  ~ Curiosity
  
  
  
  
  Weaknesses...
  
  
  + Narcissistic
  
  
  + Forceful
  
  
  + Disagreeable
  
  
  ~ Curiosity
  
  
  
  
  Fears...
  
  
  Someone seeing past his veil
  
  
  Proving to lack intelligence in something
  
  
  Finding himself in a situation he can't work around
  
  
  

UNDER THE SKIN...

• Personality
• Background

• 
  
  
  The man is in his prime. The man is intelligent, yet defined. The man is quite wealthy. These are phrases that are commonly coined when Heroth Wisp is mentioned. Among his fellow aristocrats he a dignified man that caters much respect for his intelligence and mannerism. His silver tongue affords him the ability to sway many things in his direction and molded him into a fierce debater. The effigy of grace is how the higher circles view him, but step down the social hierarchy and something different is reviled. To peasants and the like he rightfully derives his respect from fear. Like most aristocrats he taxes those below him, but weekly witch burnings and the butchery of petty thieves in public squares is Mr.Wisp's special fashion of exerting himself as the one in power among those he better views as rats. Actions such as this help to show his dominance and fulfill something deeper in being the catalyst of such disaster.
  
  
  Spending some time with this man you'll either earn his true respect or his apparent respect. For him he finds greater respect in the pages of books rather then his fellow man. Though do not be confused as he does see a purpose in humans. They are tools for his curiosity, tools to advance himself, and tools to play his innate pleasures upon.
  
  
  
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  The Wisp family blood line is an old one within the town.The family served to have gained respect from both aristocrats and peasants alike for generations, before the coming of age of Heroth Wisp. At a young age he was molded into a proper young man in terms of his mannerism and teachings. At that time he was taking steps in a good direction until the ripe age of sixteen. In the cold winter night he was left to find his mother his scraps, her blood carpeting the surrounding snow. The culprit of the disaster a large hunting dog a hunter failed to keep control of. Sad it was that a simple trek into the forest to enjoy the coming of winter resulted in the coming of death.
  
  
  At that point the seed was planted and fed. His father overcome with guilt for not sending a guard with them led to him consuming alcohol and beating his child, Heroth Wisp. His beatings he felt were justified in that he should have done more to hold back the dog or better yet let it tear him to shreds. An interesting case during this time was the disappearance of many young woman around the town for quite a few years. Mostly peasantry girls, but the sudden disappearance of a rich young lady led to an investigation. It was found that all the abducted individuals had one thing in common in that they had blond hair, the same as Heroth's dead mother. As the pressure grew from the investigation it seemed the disappearances stopped, but the reality was that other surrounding towns started having similar issues instead.
  
  
  Once Heroth's father passed away from acute poising he took over quit readily in his stead at the age of twenty-one. Many say the cause of death was due to over drinking. At this point he shaped out his image as an intelligent person, but furthermore as one of the aristocrats. Indeed he did as positive boasts about the brave orphaned man spread about. His grasp on power had only grown tougher with the passing of time.
  
  
  

 

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