SilentArcher
One Of God's Mistakes
"The best way out is always through." ? Robert Frost
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Post by SilentArcher on Feb 6, 2012 3:34:54 GMT
Note: I don't expect this to be accurate, I just like the time frame. Please refrain from any over the top fighting - when in doubt, ask the person you are fighting. Now, onto the fun part. Also - You're not all powerful, there's no magic, and you can go read the rules posted in the Historical forum and follow those. Fairly simple.
The year is 1789 in France. The economy is nearing collapse, many people are in poverty and starving. Meanwhile, the king is completely incompetent and enjoying feasts and parties while ignoring his people. Resentment is ripening in France, a revolution is not far away...whispers of change fill dark rooms where people plot to overthrow the king.
Who will you defend? The king or his people? Or could you care less? This is your story and your life.
Suggested Profile Format
Name: Age: Gender: Ethnicity: Personality: Appearance and build: Occupation: Bio: Skills: Weapons:
(Have suggestions for the format? Please PM me with them!)
Name: Miette Rousseau
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: French Father / Gypsy Mother
Appearance and build: Miette is thin, pale, and 5'6. Her eyes are grey blue and her hair is brown with a reddish tint. She has a thin scar that goes along her jaw bone from her ear to about an inch from her lip. She has several scars on her back and arms. Her armor is light leather armor. She wears a leather corset she made herself to actually restrict her chest. She often dresses with a cloak to avoid being identified. She wears black flat footed boots for riding, tight dark brown leather riding pants, and bracers on her wrists. She wears a dark blue tunic over her corset.
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Trusts no one and has no problem with killing. She is haunted by her father's death and stays suspicious of those around her. She finds herself shaken after fights, but carries on. She is cold and calculating at times, but still has kindness hidden deep within her.
Bio: Miette is the result of a travelling French man's fling with a gypsy. At just a few days old, she was given up to her father to be raised. He raised her, trained her, and made her into a strong, righteous woman. He was a fairly well off man, and had no known enemies. When he was murdered, Miette was 17. She seeks revenge for his murder now, and has since turned her back on her morals and ethics.
Skills: Miette does reasonably well in sword fights and hand to hand, but she prefers stealth to kill her targets. She has a few weaknesses when fighting with swords. She has a well trained horse, and considers him a valuable asset in battle.
Weapons: Long sword, short sword, daggers, and dagger hidden in her boot. On occasion she carries a hunting bow and hunting ammo to kill her targets.
Intro Post...
It was a cold, dark day in December as Miette rode into Versailles. People walked the streets, looking restless and hungry. Few taverns and inns were open. Miette slowed the horse to a slow walk to find an inn with a stable. She pulled her hood to hide her face and chose the smallest inn. "I'd like a room for the night, and a stall for my horse." She said, hoping the owner would not notice she was a woman.
"We have one. What can you pay for it?" He said sloppily, yawning as he spoke.
"One hundred sous should be enough." She replied calmly.
The owner straightened up and blinking. "One hundred...? I..." He tried to suppress his suprise. "That will do fine. Stable your horse and my wife will bring some dinner to your room shortly."
Miette took his key and brought her horse to the stables. She took her time removing the horse's tack, cleaning his hooves, and brushing his coat down. She made sure he had fresh water and hay before leaving him. She massaged his ear and pulled an apple from his saddle bag and fed him.
"Goodnight, Aeden. We have a long day tomorrow." She whispered to him, and then she left to her room. Miette knew she'd get very little sleep tonight, as she poured over maps and current information on her target.
As soon as she reached her room and began to settle in, the inn keeper's wife brought her some warm stew and stale bread, along with a wash basin and glass of common wine.
Miette washed herself, ate, and prepared for the coming days, knowing that nothing would be easy for quite some time. She laid down to sleep around 3am, surrounded by maps and papers with scribbings on them, most of which contained fragments and incomplete thoughts.
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Post by skati on Feb 15, 2012 2:24:04 GMT
Name: Colette Elacroix Age: 14 Gender: female Ethnicity: French Personality: Since the death of her parents, Colette has become a very guarded individual. Though always distrustful of the nobility, that has only increased in recent years. She tries hard to put up a strong front. At the end of day, however, Colette really is just a scared teen, struggling to survive. Appearance and build: Colette stands at 5'4," weighs in at about 108 lbs, and a bit on the pale side. She is quite thin, bordering on unhealthy. She has long, black haired tied in (very) loose pig tails. A few strands of bangs fall just above her right eye, which is a dark blue. The other eye is a dark green (heterochromia). Occupation: thief (just starting) Bio: Colette is the daughter of a merchant and a seamestress living in Versailles. The family was not wealthy by any means. They were just barely able to get by. When a noble family put in an order for the family shop, it seemed things were going to take a turn for the better. Instead, problems came up with the order, leading to conflicts between the families and ending with a duel. That duel cost Colette's father his life. With it being a legal and fair fight, the head of the noble family was not charged with any crime. Shortly after that, Colette's mother succumbed to her grief and killed herself. It has been about three weeks since that happened. Colette has been surviving off of whatever scraps she could get in the streets, having to resort to thievery. Skills: Colette does not really have too much going for her overall. From helping her mother, she has gotten a bit of skill in sewing and cooking. She also has a slight bit of skill in fighting with a small sword. Though never formerly trained, she has taken her father's sword and horsed around, trying to mimic what she saw of him. Once she ended up on the streets, she has honed this into something decently skilled, albeit highly amateurish too. Against an unskilled foe, she can at least hold her own. Anyone with some decent amount of skill, however, is a bit too much. As another byproduct of living on the streets, Colette has started to get relatively decent at a variety of rogue skills, namely stealth, stealing, and grifting. She is still very rough and has a lot to learn, but Colette has at least a decent amount of skill, albeit amateurish. Weapons: Small sword belonging to her father. Colette retrieved the sword after her father's death, keeping it with her always. The hilt is black in color, with a looped guard for her hand and a circular pommel.
IC
"So hungry," Colette muttered to herself as she slowly moved through town. Her stomach growled softly in response. It had been a while since the teen's last meal. Thievery was the only way she could obtain it. A frown touched her face as she remembered. It seemed as if thievery would be the only way to get her next meal as well.
Colette shuddered as she thought about it. The last attempt went wrong and it almost cost her life. What if this would do the same? Another growl escaped her. Bad or not, the teen didn't have much of a choice.
It was early morning in town. The shops were just starting to open, though not many people were out just yet. Maybe this can work, Colette thought as she examined one of the bakeries. No one was around, though there were loaves of bread out on display. Maybe I can get one and slip away before the owner gets back.
Colette let out a cry as her hand was suddenly grabbed. She looked up in fear at the angry man in front of her. "Nice try, thief," he growled.
Without thinking, the teen lashed out. With her free hand, Colette drew the short sword on her side and slashed at the man. It may have only been a nick, but it was enough to make him let go. As soon as he did, Colette took off. It was rather difficult for her. The dress she wore today, dark green in color, was a bit too large for her. Colette had to sheath her sword and hold her dress above her feet to keep from tripping.
"Stop, thief!" the man had called. Colette turned her head as she ran. The teen could see the man, as well as some others, chasing after her. Fear sparked a burst of adrenaline, lending a slight bit of speed to the girl's run. Colette turned down one corner, hoping to throw off her pursuers. No such luck.
Colette took a few more turns. Eventually her weakness caught up with her. Breathing hard, but still pushing herself, the teen stumbled. With a cry, she fell face first onto the street.
"There she is!"
Colette turned to see the mob come nearer. She tried to crawlaway, too weak to stand back up. All she could reach was a wall. Colette turned to face her pursuers. Slowly, she drew her sword. This can't be it!
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SilentArcher
One Of God's Mistakes
"The best way out is always through." ? Robert Frost
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Post by SilentArcher on Feb 16, 2012 2:20:53 GMT
Miette slunk through the streets, her head throbbing from exhaustion. She stopped to grab some bread and water. She watched as a thief was caught and men began chasing the thief. It took a while for Miette to put two and two together. After a couple sips of water and devouring her bread, she remembered the thief and the dress. She muttered a curse under her breath and sprinted to the area where they'd cornered the thief.
The men turned to Miette and laughed at her.
"You expect to save the little thief, do you? A pathetic little scrap like you couldn't hurt a baby..." Said the largest of the men.
"Oh, I see...you think talking big will help you? Now that is worthy of laughter!" She chuckled and drew her long sword and gestured to the man with it.
"What's her life worth to you? She didn't even successfully steal anything! What pathetic men you are!"
Miette lunged toward the man as he drew his short sword. The man dodged as she almost landed a blow on his chest, Miette drew back a foot. Men in the mob rooted for the large man. As the man ran at her, trying to bring his sword down on Miette's shoulder, she dodged and landed a deep gash on the man's leg and set him off balance. He cried out in pain and Miette laughed.
But another man stepped forward and lunged with a large sword, Miette was caught off guard. As she moved back and braced, he cut into the leather armor covering her ribs and through her cloak. The man grinned as blood began to drip, and Miette gritted her teeth.
He charged at her, and she turned out of his range and had his back in her range. She drove the sword into his shoulder and heard a satisfying crack of bone and ligament. The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
The other men picked him up as he kept crying out in pain and stared her down.
"Well? Anyone else want to fight?"
No one drew a sword, they just backed away and left the alley. Once they had cleared off, Miette reached into a sack on her back and took out a bundle, she held out the package to the child and gestured gently.
"I won't hurt you." She removed her hood and smiled gently at the child. "Here is some cheese and bread, hopefully that will do for now."
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Post by skati on Feb 16, 2012 3:05:45 GMT
Colette was far too frightened to understand what was happening. As such, the brief fight she witness went well over her head. It wasn't until afterwards that she started to calm down. By then, the mob was gone and only the woman remained.
Colette looked from the bundle to the figure before her. Fear was still evident, though it wasn't quite as extreme as it was only moments before. She didn't bother to resheath her sword.
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SilentArcher
One Of God's Mistakes
"The best way out is always through." ? Robert Frost
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Post by SilentArcher on Feb 16, 2012 3:13:24 GMT
Miette sighed and crouched down, a few feet from the girl. "I'm not going to hurt you, eat this food. Perhaps after a meal, you'll make a better thief." She chuckled, wincing at the pain in her ribs. Miette offered the bundle once more, and then set it down next to the girl.
She slowly backed off and stood, giving a backwards glance at the girl. Miette adjusted her cloak to hide the wound and lowered her hood over her face. Then, she stepped out and blended into the crowd.
She made her way back to the inn to attend to her wounds after buying some thread and needle from an apothecary for stitching, along with some bandages.
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Post by skati on Feb 17, 2012 1:55:39 GMT
Colette remained weary, even as she watched the woman walk away. It wasn't until after she was out of sight that the teen finally relaxed her guard. With a sigh, she closed her eyes. Like last time, she had almost been caught. How much more could she keep living like this?
Colette tried to force back tears that threatened to break free. In the end, she failed as a single tear streamed down her face. The teen quickly dabbed at it with her sleeve. "It's not fair," she whispered. The girl tried to force the thought out of her head. It wouldn't do to dwell. Still, it was easier said than done.
As a way to try and distract herself, Colette resheathed her sword...and then her stomach growled again. The girl's eyes again wandered to the food laid out before her. What had made that woman leave it out anyway? Were there actually people that still cared, in this city? Slowly, the teen took a piece of bread and nibbled it. Slowly, she started to eat was all was there, silently thanking the mysterious woman.
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SilentArcher
One Of God's Mistakes
"The best way out is always through." ? Robert Frost
Posts: 9
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Post by SilentArcher on Feb 18, 2012 2:22:02 GMT
Miette sat in her room on the bed and peeled the leather corset away from her injured skin. She gritted her teeth as she did it, since the blood made the leather stick to her skin. She began to clean around the wound with a washcloth, wincing as it found new, smaller wounds from peeling the leather off the skin.
She pulled a bottle of vodka from a bag underneath the bed and took a long drink. She sat to examine the wound on her ribs. It was six inches long, and deep enough that she could see underlying fat beneath the tissue. The wound would slow her down a bit, at most, but it seemed fairly clean and easy to put back together. She took another swig, starting to feel a little less pain, and began working on the wound.
Miette worked quietly, making every individual stitch perfect. It took her over an hour, as stitches must be done individually. So for nearly two hours, she sat quietly piercing the skin, looping ends of the skin together, tying off the thread fairly tight, and cutting it. She had nearly a doctor's precision and experience, but still managed to make stitches uneven here and there. She tried not to tie the stitches too tight, lest they were too tight and the wound reopened.
When she was finished, she gave the would a final cleanse, and grabbed a jar of ointment. She spread the lavender and mint ointment over the wound, dressed it with a bandage, and lay down on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief.
Things were a lot tougher in this city. She started to doubt her father had taught her enough before his untimely death, but Miette got up and began to search through her papers again. She found a name that she was convinced would be connected. She planned her trip, knowing it would be a half day's ride, and she would not be coming back to this town again. She repaired her clothing, and made sure she would have provisions for the ride.
Miette then lapsed into a deep sleep until the next morning. While she slept, she only had nightmares of her father's body being delivered to their home. She was startled out of her sleep when she was pulling back the sheet of her father's dead body. Miette's heart pounded, and she got out of bed, stood, and made sure she left nothing behind.
She dropped the key on the innkeeper's desk without another word, and began to prepare her horse for the long journey ahead. She began to saddle Aedan and check his hooves. As she saddled up, the innkeeper's wife came out and looked at her wisely.
"I know who you are, lady." She said, her wise old face and grey hair did not take life from her green eyes.
"You can't keep running and not expect them to find you. They'll eventually figure out you are a lady, you best be ready when the time comes. Your father was a good man, but remember that there are...walls between us commoners and those aristocrats." She said bitterly.
"But all the best to you, au revoir." The woman said, before turning away.
Miette bit her lip, pulled her hood lower, and navigated her horse at a smooth walk through town. She felt as if everyone was staring at her as she left. She sighed, thinking to herself, How will I ever possibly pull this off?
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Post by skati on Feb 27, 2012 4:01:44 GMT
Colette slowly finished her meal, of sorts. It was nice to have something filling, after so long a time being hungry. Colette couldn't even remember the last time she had anything remotely filling. The feeling was strange, to say the least. Funny how a sense of fullness could change in only three weeks.
Such thoughts echoed in Colette's mind as she slowly made her way back home. There were other musings occupying her head as well. Who was that strange woman? Where did she come from? Why was she so nice?
Colette had no idea about the answers to any of these questions. In the end, it didn't seem to matter. She was just lucky that woman happened to stop by when she did. If not...the girl shuddered at the thought.
Eventually, Colette reached her "home." Home was a bit too loose of a word. The building, indeed, used to be a house. Now, however, it appeared to be little more than an abandoned wretch of a place. Still, it was shelter, in a way. After her parents' deaths, Colette could not bare to be anywhere near or real home. This building would have to do. Colette laid her head down on her makeshift bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Colette woke up early that morning. Hunger gripped her again and she knew what she had to do. Would she succeed this time? That remained to be seen.
As the teen made her way to the market, thoughts of the woman from yesterday filled her head...again. She should've thanked her at the time, but she was too wary. Briefly, Colette wondered if she'd ever see the woman again. It seemed doubtful, but who knows.
Colette eyed her mark. It was another bakery, though different from the last one. The girl wasn't too sure she wanted to mess with that one again, considering her close encounter. This new one, however, had a reasonable sized crowd around it. Maybe that will make it easier to slip through, undetected by the owner and good Samaritan alike. If they were really such good and kind souls, they would help us street kids. Is that not what Jesus preached? Colette shook her head. Now was not the time to dwell on such things.
Lucky for Colette, the owner was off to the side, arguing with a customer. She poked her head around one customer. There were two small loaves in front of her, on the counter. They weren't much by any means, but even a little could help for one such as her. Taking a look around her, at the people, the girl noticed that no one was really paying attention. Not to her, not to the loaves before her. Even the person she was hiding behind wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was looking to his side and speaking to a woman, perhaps his wife.
Colette steeled herself. Reaching forward, she snagged one of the loaves. For a bit, she waited to see if anyone noticed. No one seemed to, or at least so they acted. Still, she waited a bit before attempting another grab. Still, no one responded. Acting quicker this time, Colette grabbed the second loaf and took off, deftly maneuvering through the crowd.
Colette smiled to herself as she left. No one reacted to the missing pieces. She had to wonder if anyone even noticed them. Still, she was thankful. At least she got some food. The girl was worried about this theft, for sure. There was no telling if she would succeed or face a worse fate compared to yesterday. Still, succeed she did and that's all that mattered.
Colette tore a small piece of bread from one of the loaves and nibbled on it. it was as she did this that the girl noticed a vaguely familiar looking hood. Could it be? It certainly looked like the same hood. Its owner was moving through the streets. If this was who Colette thought it was, this may be the only chance she got to thank her.
Quickly, the teen took to chasing after the hooded figure. She moved quick enough to catch up, but (hopefully) slow enough to avoid any kind of suspicion. As she neared, Colette reached out and gave a small tug on the arm of the hooded figure.
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SilentArcher
One Of God's Mistakes
"The best way out is always through." ? Robert Frost
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Post by SilentArcher on Jul 10, 2012 19:10:01 GMT
Miette startled and her hand flew to her sword. Then she realized who had grabbed her sleeve. She slowed the horse to a slow walk, but did not look down at the girl for more than a moment. Her eyes sparkled and she let out a small chuckle. "So there is the little thief," She said softly, as to not alert anyone to their conversation.
They were nearing the city gates slowly, so Miette waited for the girl's reply patiently.
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Post by skati on Jul 14, 2012 20:05:30 GMT
Colette smiled softly. She had guessed right, thankfully. For all she knew, it could have turned out to be some “holier-than-thou” noble type that didn't like to be touched by peasants. The child was definitely happy that it turned out to be the woman from yesterday.
“Thank you,” Colette said softly, barely a whisper. The teen held up a loaf of bread, one of the two she had stolen earlier, to the woman in the hood, in thanks.
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