Post by Imogen Frewer on Apr 22, 2009 15:36:56 GMT
. Roleplayer Information
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?:Dot
Age:19
Existing characters:Nill
Character Information:
First Name: Imogen
Middle Name:Eve
Last Name: Frewer
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.):Peasent, Bar maid
Place of Birth:Clun, nottinghamshire
Current Age: soon to be 20
Date of Birth: 2st of may
Parents: Mother- Rosie Dawn-Frewer father- Aldrich John Frewer
Siblings:sister, Helena May Frewer
Current place of residency: Her family home is in the small village of Clun but she also has a room at the Inn.
Support and why: Imogen is very much indifferent unless there is money involved as long as she’s making money she happy and if that means helping the sheriff then so be it.
Personality: Even though she's “your friend” she knows that she wants and will cross you to get it. She is a sociable creature that loves and craves attention which led her to applying for the job at the Jerusalem inn. She loves to be in the lime light so a job at the inn as a bar maid with a load of drunken guys all battling for the woman’s attention seemed perfect for her. Imogen isn't afraid to speak her mind and sometimes that gets her into trouble. She hates it when people ask for her opinion and then gets mad at her for being honest. Once you get close to her, though, she's a completely different person. Imogen has a lot of different sides and it just takes a little time to find her true self. She is a notorious flirt and will turn on the charm at the click of a finger.
Imogen does have a nasty temper and though she would stab some one in the back to get what she wants she would pretty much kill any one who crossed her. If she doesn’t get what she wants or a man doesn’t seem to be interested Imogen does have a tendency to go in a strop/huff like a toddle that is refused another cookie.
Imogen does have a softer less up front side which she prefers not to show. Though she is not fond of commitment she longs for a family of her own.
Life Story: Anything else? Imogen’s family is more or less a typical peasant family. Her father has a small plot of land just out side of Clun where they have a few pigs and attempt to grow some wheat which the family uses to back bread for the market. From an early age, for as long as Imogen can remember, Imogen and her elder sister Helena helped there mother out with the bread making. Every morning at down they had to rise and start the fire collect grind the wheat in to flower and so on. Being the younger of the two sisters, Imogen was usually sent on the water run. Every day she would go back and forward from there small mill to the towns well collecting bucket after bucket of water until she was physically worn out.
Though she had many friends from her own village and the nearby villages, in the Frewer house hold Imogen was very much second best. She did not get the attention that a first born gets and her mother had no time to baby her like a second child should be. This dose not mean she wasn’t loved both her mother and her father gave as much love as they could but most of there time and energy went in to scrapping enough money together to live. As most families in Clun the Frewers house was hit badly by Illness that seemed to come and go every other year. When Imogen was only 6 years old her mother whilst pregnant fell ill and had a miscarriage. Bing to “young” to understand Imogen was never told about her almost baby brother.
As the two sisters grew older they grew apart in both friendship and likeness. Helena was obedient and caring dropping anything to help her mother where as Imogen neglected her chores to go off and do her own thing, spoke back and turned on the armature dramatics at least once a day. Imogen also wasn’t to keen on learning to read and had to be almost tied to a chair so that her mother could run through the alphabet. She soon grew to resent Helena who had become an instant book worm and her mothers little pet. The two girls where opposites and there was never much hope in them ever getting along.
Helena, 3 years older than Imogen was married at 16 and moved with her husband to Nottingham town. Imogen was left to do both her own work and her sisters making the resentment between her and Helena even stronger. Imogen longed to live in town where every thing happened, where every day there was some new drama and every Wednesday the traders came with cloths and fabrics to sell. Helena was there living in the centre of it while Imogen was stuck in the smelly old town of Clun rotting away doing nothing but bake bread.
If Imogen’s hate for the small village wasn’t strong enough, in Imogen’s 19th year the pestilence came to Clun. The sheriff had the whole village shut off and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Half the town died from sickness not able to leave to get medicine and many more died from hunger. Imogen’s family was one of the more lucky ones, all 4 of them survived though her mother whose health had never quite recovered from her miscarriage lost her hearing and grew painfully thin.
That was the last straw for Imogen she had to get out of there and where better to go then to Nottingham, but to be able to leave she needed money. It wasn’t hard for Imogen to land her self a job with a pretty face like hers and her confident personality. She soon found her self at the Inn where they willingly gave her the job as bar maid at once. It was the beginning of a whole new chapter for Imogen and her confidence only grew.
A few months in to her new free life Imogen was approached by a leather clad man that she new by sight as Sir guy of Gisborne(Sp?) who had a proposition for her. Though happy with her new life Imogen was very short on cash and needed all the money she could get so when Gisborne asked if she would pass on information between himself and the traitor Allan a dale Imogen willingly agreed.
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name:
Did you see our ad? If so, where? Not in Nottingham
Sample Role-Play Much needed a new vegetable knife. At the moment he was using a knife that was better used for cutting through rope or sharpening arrows no at all suited to vegetable cutting. He cursed silently as he almost cut his thumb while attempting to fix the madly cut carrots Anya had just chopped. Really that girl’s brain was more scattered than his own to the point that she couldn’t cut a simple vegetable with out being distracted and ruining it. Cooking was obviously not her thing.
“What have you done” He moaned as he stared down ad the oddly cut pieces “Anya all you had to do was chop them evenly! How could you not have done that? Ok leave the vegetables to me you take this and just stir.”
He pushed the ladle in to her hand and took her place by the warn chopping board. He thought that maybe he had been to harsh on Anya she was trying to help out she was just so absent minded that most the time she just made things worse. It didn’t bother Much to much in truth he liked to play the teacher and Anya took a lot of teaching.
“I find adding a song in to the mix gives you a perfectly relaxing task with a nice reward at the end” he said cheerfully but refrained from bursting in to song. A song now would not go down to well in the camp when there was no way for them to get away from his poor singing voice. His urge suddenly disappeared.
“Squirrel! You think…you think I would feed you squirrel” he gasped placing the knife down on the work bench and placing his hand on his hips.
Much almost got a fright as Alan appeared by Anya side, he had been asleep most the day causing Much to almost forget about him. His light hearted mood dropped at the look on Anyas face and Alan’s comment.
“What is that supposed to mean, not again?”
So this is what he got for cooking there meals every day! What did they do in the camp but sleep and eat the food he went out and caught prepared and cooked. It was Much the kept the warm and fed, Much who made sure there was blankets in there bed and this is how they repaid him. It was like a slap in the face.
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?:Dot
Age:19
Existing characters:Nill
Character Information:
First Name: Imogen
Middle Name:Eve
Last Name: Frewer
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.):Peasent, Bar maid
Place of Birth:Clun, nottinghamshire
Current Age: soon to be 20
Date of Birth: 2st of may
Parents: Mother- Rosie Dawn-Frewer father- Aldrich John Frewer
Siblings:sister, Helena May Frewer
Current place of residency: Her family home is in the small village of Clun but she also has a room at the Inn.
Support and why: Imogen is very much indifferent unless there is money involved as long as she’s making money she happy and if that means helping the sheriff then so be it.
Personality: Even though she's “your friend” she knows that she wants and will cross you to get it. She is a sociable creature that loves and craves attention which led her to applying for the job at the Jerusalem inn. She loves to be in the lime light so a job at the inn as a bar maid with a load of drunken guys all battling for the woman’s attention seemed perfect for her. Imogen isn't afraid to speak her mind and sometimes that gets her into trouble. She hates it when people ask for her opinion and then gets mad at her for being honest. Once you get close to her, though, she's a completely different person. Imogen has a lot of different sides and it just takes a little time to find her true self. She is a notorious flirt and will turn on the charm at the click of a finger.
Imogen does have a nasty temper and though she would stab some one in the back to get what she wants she would pretty much kill any one who crossed her. If she doesn’t get what she wants or a man doesn’t seem to be interested Imogen does have a tendency to go in a strop/huff like a toddle that is refused another cookie.
Imogen does have a softer less up front side which she prefers not to show. Though she is not fond of commitment she longs for a family of her own.
Life Story: Anything else? Imogen’s family is more or less a typical peasant family. Her father has a small plot of land just out side of Clun where they have a few pigs and attempt to grow some wheat which the family uses to back bread for the market. From an early age, for as long as Imogen can remember, Imogen and her elder sister Helena helped there mother out with the bread making. Every morning at down they had to rise and start the fire collect grind the wheat in to flower and so on. Being the younger of the two sisters, Imogen was usually sent on the water run. Every day she would go back and forward from there small mill to the towns well collecting bucket after bucket of water until she was physically worn out.
Though she had many friends from her own village and the nearby villages, in the Frewer house hold Imogen was very much second best. She did not get the attention that a first born gets and her mother had no time to baby her like a second child should be. This dose not mean she wasn’t loved both her mother and her father gave as much love as they could but most of there time and energy went in to scrapping enough money together to live. As most families in Clun the Frewers house was hit badly by Illness that seemed to come and go every other year. When Imogen was only 6 years old her mother whilst pregnant fell ill and had a miscarriage. Bing to “young” to understand Imogen was never told about her almost baby brother.
As the two sisters grew older they grew apart in both friendship and likeness. Helena was obedient and caring dropping anything to help her mother where as Imogen neglected her chores to go off and do her own thing, spoke back and turned on the armature dramatics at least once a day. Imogen also wasn’t to keen on learning to read and had to be almost tied to a chair so that her mother could run through the alphabet. She soon grew to resent Helena who had become an instant book worm and her mothers little pet. The two girls where opposites and there was never much hope in them ever getting along.
Helena, 3 years older than Imogen was married at 16 and moved with her husband to Nottingham town. Imogen was left to do both her own work and her sisters making the resentment between her and Helena even stronger. Imogen longed to live in town where every thing happened, where every day there was some new drama and every Wednesday the traders came with cloths and fabrics to sell. Helena was there living in the centre of it while Imogen was stuck in the smelly old town of Clun rotting away doing nothing but bake bread.
If Imogen’s hate for the small village wasn’t strong enough, in Imogen’s 19th year the pestilence came to Clun. The sheriff had the whole village shut off and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Half the town died from sickness not able to leave to get medicine and many more died from hunger. Imogen’s family was one of the more lucky ones, all 4 of them survived though her mother whose health had never quite recovered from her miscarriage lost her hearing and grew painfully thin.
That was the last straw for Imogen she had to get out of there and where better to go then to Nottingham, but to be able to leave she needed money. It wasn’t hard for Imogen to land her self a job with a pretty face like hers and her confident personality. She soon found her self at the Inn where they willingly gave her the job as bar maid at once. It was the beginning of a whole new chapter for Imogen and her confidence only grew.
A few months in to her new free life Imogen was approached by a leather clad man that she new by sight as Sir guy of Gisborne(Sp?) who had a proposition for her. Though happy with her new life Imogen was very short on cash and needed all the money she could get so when Gisborne asked if she would pass on information between himself and the traitor Allan a dale Imogen willingly agreed.
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name:
Did you see our ad? If so, where? Not in Nottingham
Sample Role-Play Much needed a new vegetable knife. At the moment he was using a knife that was better used for cutting through rope or sharpening arrows no at all suited to vegetable cutting. He cursed silently as he almost cut his thumb while attempting to fix the madly cut carrots Anya had just chopped. Really that girl’s brain was more scattered than his own to the point that she couldn’t cut a simple vegetable with out being distracted and ruining it. Cooking was obviously not her thing.
“What have you done” He moaned as he stared down ad the oddly cut pieces “Anya all you had to do was chop them evenly! How could you not have done that? Ok leave the vegetables to me you take this and just stir.”
He pushed the ladle in to her hand and took her place by the warn chopping board. He thought that maybe he had been to harsh on Anya she was trying to help out she was just so absent minded that most the time she just made things worse. It didn’t bother Much to much in truth he liked to play the teacher and Anya took a lot of teaching.
“I find adding a song in to the mix gives you a perfectly relaxing task with a nice reward at the end” he said cheerfully but refrained from bursting in to song. A song now would not go down to well in the camp when there was no way for them to get away from his poor singing voice. His urge suddenly disappeared.
“Squirrel! You think…you think I would feed you squirrel” he gasped placing the knife down on the work bench and placing his hand on his hips.
Much almost got a fright as Alan appeared by Anya side, he had been asleep most the day causing Much to almost forget about him. His light hearted mood dropped at the look on Anyas face and Alan’s comment.
“What is that supposed to mean, not again?”
So this is what he got for cooking there meals every day! What did they do in the camp but sleep and eat the food he went out and caught prepared and cooked. It was Much the kept the warm and fed, Much who made sure there was blankets in there bed and this is how they repaid him. It was like a slap in the face.
