Post by Livia on May 11, 2009 14:42:20 GMT
Roleplayer Information
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?: Charmian/Charm/Char
Age: 20
Existing characters:Carrieanne Dewittaker
Character Information:
First Name: Livia
Middle Name:
Last Name: *unknown*
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.): Slave
Place of Birth: Jerusalem
Current Age: somewhere between 17 and 21
Date of Birth: 15/12
Parents: Yusaff (A joiner) and Assaffa.
Siblings: none
Current place of residency: Nottingham Castle
Support and why:
She supports no one in England, because whoever wins will not resolve her situation.
Personality:
Shy and very softly spoken, Livia is polite when it is required of her, but often lets her mouth run away with her should someone anger her.
Life Story:
Livia's childhood was happy, despite her family having little money. Shortly before her 14th birthday debt collectors arrived to speak with her father, and on finding he did not have the money to repay them, they took Livia as payment.
Sold on the market to a man who turned out to be a very important member of Saladin's court, which is where Livia ended up in service.
Two, maybe three years passed until she was captured by a group of Crusaders who had become disolusioned by King Richard's crusade. They took her back to London and gave her to Prince John as a gift in a bid to prove their alligance to him.
Now she ha been transported with him to Nottingham, where she finds herself at the service of both Guy of Gisborne and the Sheriff, as well as Prince John.
Anything else? Nope
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name: Nope.
Did you see our ad? If so, where? Nope
Sample Role-Play
Stripped to the waist, Livia was stretched out between two wooden posts outside the castle courtyard. Wrists bound to the post by leather thongs, her body was caked in dirt and mud, tear tracks smudging her dirty face.
Dried blood was caked across her back, and guards stood by, watching as swarms of villagers took the chance to launch rocks and rotten vegetables at her, in addition to watching the whip lash across her already destroyed back.
As evening drew in, the guards ushered everyone away, leaving her tied there for the night, her head drooping as she was left alone...
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?: Charmian/Charm/Char
Age: 20
Existing characters:Carrieanne Dewittaker
Character Information:
First Name: Livia
Middle Name:
Last Name: *unknown*
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.): Slave
Place of Birth: Jerusalem
Current Age: somewhere between 17 and 21
Date of Birth: 15/12
Parents: Yusaff (A joiner) and Assaffa.
Siblings: none
Current place of residency: Nottingham Castle
Support and why:
She supports no one in England, because whoever wins will not resolve her situation.
Personality:
Shy and very softly spoken, Livia is polite when it is required of her, but often lets her mouth run away with her should someone anger her.
Life Story:
Livia's childhood was happy, despite her family having little money. Shortly before her 14th birthday debt collectors arrived to speak with her father, and on finding he did not have the money to repay them, they took Livia as payment.
Sold on the market to a man who turned out to be a very important member of Saladin's court, which is where Livia ended up in service.
Two, maybe three years passed until she was captured by a group of Crusaders who had become disolusioned by King Richard's crusade. They took her back to London and gave her to Prince John as a gift in a bid to prove their alligance to him.
Now she ha been transported with him to Nottingham, where she finds herself at the service of both Guy of Gisborne and the Sheriff, as well as Prince John.
Anything else? Nope
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name: Nope.
Did you see our ad? If so, where? Nope
Sample Role-Play
Stripped to the waist, Livia was stretched out between two wooden posts outside the castle courtyard. Wrists bound to the post by leather thongs, her body was caked in dirt and mud, tear tracks smudging her dirty face.
Dried blood was caked across her back, and guards stood by, watching as swarms of villagers took the chance to launch rocks and rotten vegetables at her, in addition to watching the whip lash across her already destroyed back.
As evening drew in, the guards ushered everyone away, leaving her tied there for the night, her head drooping as she was left alone...
