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Medieval Manor RPG!!
Medieval Manor RPG!!
So, I adore realistic fiction, and I have been feeling the need for a lovely, medieval, realistic fiction roleplay. What do ya'll think?
Okay, the story is set on eighty acres of beautiful meadows and woods. Near the front of this property, behind a driveway lined with poplar trees, sits a sprawling stone mansion. It is at least three stories high, and bedecked with curving windows and peaked gables. The name of the red-roof tiled country home is Iriandor. The family who owns it, the Newcombes, have many servants: maids, cooks, governesses, workers, coachmen, stablemen, gardeners, and village subjects over which they excersise authority.
On a rather overcast and chill Thursday, the housemaids, gardeners, and stablemen learn of an insidious plot to drive the houselords out of Iriandor and take it over. The rather grumpy and malicious Lord Caine will stop at almost nothing to retrieve Iriandor for himself. Of course, if he suceeds, it will mean the loss of jobs for many people and their families, and the beautiful manor itself. So, the servants and villagers decide to step in to save their beloved Iriandor.
Ya'll can create any characters as you see fit, as long as they sort of fit in the categories of: The Newcombes, a servant of some type, or a villager.
I'm okay with two characters, but do try to add variety. Don't make two villagers or two Newcombes. If tons of people make servants of villagers or something, maybe make something else, unless you have a charrie you absolutely cannot part with.
Character sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Social status (what type of villager, servant, or Newcombe):
Personality:
Favorite color:
Personal reason why he/she wants to save Iriandor:
Backstory (if you have one):
My characters:
Name: Jason Newcombe
Age: 13
Appearance: Half-curly pale brown hair, lots of freckles, and dark brown eyes. He is kind of short for thirteen and a boy, and he knows it. He has rather pale skin, and is relatively agile, but maybe not fit, just flexible.
Social status (what type of villager, servant, or Newcombe): He is the owners' son
Personality: He is not school-smart, more putting-things-together-like-a-puzzle smart. He would be really good at one of our modern-day escape room riddles. He is extremely mishchievious, and will only want to do something wrong if you tell him not to. Jason hates mannerly things, and despises socially acceptableness. He doesn't really like new stuff, or change very much.
Favorite color: dark blue
Personal reason why he/she wants to save Iriandor: Well, it is his house, but he has really good memories of keeping frogs in one of the basement rooms, and he likes the windows because they are really good for climbing out of. He also has some emotional reasons. See backstory.
Backstory (if you have one): When he was eight, he managed to escape from a house fire with his family. They were all fine, but their dog was trapped inside, and didn't make it out. Jason was best friends with that dog. He doesn't like the thought of losing his house again. He likes to be familiar with one place and stay there.
Other character:
Name: Adelaide, daughter of Eric
Age: 15, but she acts younger :P
Appearance: Long strawberry-blond hair, and blue eyes. She is a little over average height, and is very slender. Adeleide has a pale pink scar on her cheek from an accident when she was little.
Social status (what type of villager, servant, or Newcombe): She is the gardener's daughter
Personality: Quiet, but inside, she is bursting with life and color. It's just hard for her to interact with other people. She like to be in the woods, alone, usually next to running water. If you happen to catch her when she thinks she is alone, you might see her dancing, or singing, or both. However, she is very socially awkward.
Favorite color: red, or pink
Personal reason why he/she wants to save Iriandor: Adelaide adores the property, and the gardens that are on it. She also likes the brook. She really doesn't know much about the family, or the story of why Iriandor needs saving. She just wants to rescue the woods.
Backstory (if you have one): She has lived with her dad all her life in a tiny cottage just outside the forest surrounding Iriandor. When she was three, she slipped and fell on a sharp cutting tool, which is where she got her scar.
submitted by Elizabeth, Iriandor
(November 15, 2017 - 8:33 pm)
(November 15, 2017 - 8:33 pm)
Reserve a spot for a Newcombe!
(November 19, 2017 - 7:15 pm)
Here's Rosalind's maid:
Name: Claire Rylind
Age: 16
Appearance: Claire has wispy blond hair and blue eyes and looks always like an innocent damsel in distress, diguising her true devious personality. She wears simple clothes that designate her as a lady's maid.
Social status: Rosalind's lady's maid; however she's less a servant and more a close friend who serves Rosalind.
Personality: Under her external facade of a flighty young innocent girl, Claire is devious and cunning; cold and calculating. She pretend to be Rosalind's friend but underneath cares only for her own gain.
Favorite Color: Ice Blue
Personal Reason she wants to save Iriandor: She doesn't want to save Iriandor at all. Actually, she's working secretly towards its takeover.
Backstory: Claire hates Iriandor since she and Rosalind had to move there after Rosalind's parents went to France. Claire wants to go home to Rosalind's original home Eledorn because Claire wishes to takeover Eledorn for her to be the lady of the manor. Claire craves social advancement since she wishes to be more than just some rich lady's maid. So when Lord Caine offers for Claire to be his inside spy at Iriandor, she eagerly accepts. Claire pretends to be Rosalind's faithful friend and maid while secretly scheming and spying so she can bring Rosalind and Iriandor down.
(November 19, 2017 - 8:06 pm)
Here he is!
Name: Tucker Newcombe, but goes by Tucker Dilmore
Age: 29
Appearance: Quite slim, dark brown hair, blue eyes, large scar across his face that nobody knows where it came from, except him. Wears dark brown cloak. Come to think of it, he looks kind of like Matt Meese from Studio C. Look him up if you dont know what he looks like, otherwise, its not a very good description.
Social status: Well, he is a Necombe but nobody knows that, not even him. He's the head Stableman
Personality: Quiet, reserved, docile, kind, but has a good sence of humor. Well known with the servents. Does what hes told. Never breaks the rules, subservient, just a liitle. Caring. Observant. Loyal.
Favorite color: Blue
Personal reason he wants to save Iriandor: Its right to stand up against people who are doing wrong. He has a conection with the old house. This was always his home, even if he wasnt one of th e important people. *WINK WINK*
Backstory: Not really shure yet, maybe his parents didnt tell anyone he was a newcombe, and they gave him to a former servent to take care of when he was only a baby? Something like that, but whats definite, he grew up as a servent.
Thats all!
(November 19, 2017 - 8:08 pm)
I reserve for a Newcombe since I can make another charrie.
(November 20, 2017 - 4:38 pm)
Um, I think we will start the day after Thanksgiving, because a lt of people will be traveling or super busy until then (myself included :)
(November 20, 2017 - 4:14 pm)
Okie! @Elizabeth, can this Newcombe charrie and Jason be twins please please??? Just an idea, but...
name: Olivia Newcombe
gender: female
age: 13
appearance: Long, wavy brown hair, unusually brilliant, sparkling leaf-green eyes
social status: the owner's daughter
personality: Quiet and reserved, clever, intelligent, inquisitive, loyal, a tomboy
favorite color: silver, black, forest green
personal reason why she wants to save Iriandor: Well, it's her home, so...
No backstory, really.
(November 21, 2017 - 2:39 pm)
top top top too pop ba bob rop bop
(November 22, 2017 - 4:57 pm)
We're starting early b/c we're bored!
@Aspen: Um, we already have a set of twins... Maybe they could be like, eleven months apart or something.
Also, this is actually a little after the middle ages. More like Victorian Era. (*screaming in background* ROSEBUd MADE ME CHANGE IT! SHE'S EVIL! SHE'S- *screaming is suddenly cut off*) Ahem, sorry about that. Now, as the best typist out of us two, I have taken over this dimension for the greater good of Wizard kind. I also don't know a lot of history. So, this may not be time period correct. But, whatever. We can pretend this is on another dimension.
Carmin~
I burst through the back door, wet grass and dandelion seeds sticking to the bottoms of my feet. My boots, which I hold onto by the laces, slap against my legs as I run upstairs in a swish of movement.
"Carmin!" My mother's voice reverberates through the house, almost magically, because of course, she never yells, "ladies don't run!"
"You forget, she is not a lady!" Carmine yells across the house from his room. I hear a faint crash from the same direction. No doubt his copy book "slipped" onto the floor.
"And gentlemen do not raise their voices!" Mother's voice carries through the main room. I stop at the landing and look down over the balcony, my dangling shoes bumping against the ornate pillars holding up the railing. Mother floats into the room in a plain dress. Most of her dark hair is pinned up at the back of her neck, but a few thin curls frame her face.
"Carmin, I had your new gown brought up to-"
"My gown!" I interupt hastily, turning around a flying towards my room with a whirl of my skirt, barely able to hear Mother's reprimanding, "Carmin!" Following me.
The dress lays on my bed, all deep blue satin, black lace ruffles, and tiny silver buttons.
"Oooooh! I'll be the prettiest one at the Newcombe's Gala tonight!" I start to twirl, but stop as someone tugs hard on my long, unruly black hair.
"Wouldn't bet on it."
"Ow! Carmine!" I spin around in a red fury. My brother looks at me with his serious, serious face. I debate slapping him, but decide against it. Instead, I grab both of my brother's hands and spin HIM around with me. Carmine yells like someone's poking him with a redhot poker.
"Oh! Lighten up! The dance floor loves us!" Carmine rips his hands out of mine.
"The dance floor doesn't want to be stepped on," he says, somber as a dusky sky in winter. Laughter bubbles up inside. I throw myself backwards onto my bed, blue sinlk rubbing against my neck; long hair caught in folds of black lace.
~
I have taken back control of my own roleplay. :P
Adelaide~
There's to be a dance at the manor tonight, which means a long evening of colorful dresses flowing in circles like the bright poppies around the garden swing. I hum a quiet melody that is swirling through my head as I drip water onto the thirsty pansies that surround the scullery window. Why the Newcombes desired to have plants of any kind back here is beyond me, since the last time anyone from their family set foot here was probably when Jason was running away from a fancy social dinner held in honor of Mr. Montclair. That had been an interesting incedent, but certaily not the first.
Around the back, looking into the ballroom, is a huge, domed window. The panels are curved like a rose's petals, I think, noting the delicate pattern. Tonight, that window will be filled with a pristine view of all the gowns and their occupants. Hopefully, no one will see me. I don't think I would be in trouble, but I might have to explain to Mr. or Mrs. Newcombe what I was doing there. They intimidate me a little. I'll have to be very quiet, but that is the one thing I do best.
:)
(November 22, 2017 - 5:18 pm)
Tucker
Tucker took the reins from a nicely dressed man, Lord Cane's nephew David, and led the horse into the stables. The sky was deep blue and covored in a blanket of stars. The anual ball, or gala, Tucker didnt really know the difference seeing that hed never been to either, was just begining. Guests streamed in, and Tuckers job was to take care of all the beautiful horses, from the fierce arabians to the strong and gentle clydesdales. It was an honor to care for each horse, and Tucker thuroughly enjoyed it.
He opened a stall and led the horse in. Then- in the corner of his eye- he saw a dark figure run across the courtyard. The figure looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then it saw Tucker, who was clearly watching him. The mysterious figure dashed behind the house.
"Gwen!" he yelled above the din of the servents bustling around the grounds. Gwen looked up from her grooming a eligant thouroughbred. "Coming!" she called. She ran over to him. “Take care of this horse!”
He sprinted across the courtyard, nearly stepping on a stray chicken, and dashed behind the huge manor. The Mysterious figure had disappeared into thin air. Tucker saw a young girl, Adelaide her name was, watering some flowers. “Adelaide! Have you seen anyone... suspicious back here?” He quiestioned. She scoffed.
“Like anyone would be back here!”
“That’s a no, then.”
“That’s right.”
Tucker put a hand through his hair.
“Ok, well, if you see anyone that you don’t recognize, just tell me.”
“Sure.”
He ran back to the stables where Gwen was waiting.
“What was that?” She asked.
“It turned out to be nothing.” He shook his head. But inside he thought.
Was it nothing?
———
Hope it wasn’t to controlling!
(November 23, 2017 - 10:48 am)
So when you say “Victorian era” do you mean like Pride and Prejudice time period? That’s basically all I know about the Victorian ages. ;)
(November 23, 2017 - 9:43 pm)
Eleanor~
All around the mansion, you hear the word dance. And it's true! Who knows, maybe I'll get a fancy dress and be able to go as a real guest instead of serving drinks or carrying about a tray.
Dusting is the most boring chore I have- I'm assigned a couple of rooms, which isn't bad, but the rooms here are huge. So, I practice my dance steps all the way, only stopping my twirling to dust a very expensive vase. I already broke one once, earning a lecture about being careful from Mam, but nothing too serious from the Newcombes, who are shrugged it off, and Mr. Newcombe even told me about the time he broke a tiny vase- which turned out to be a irreplacable heirloom, and not to mention worth about two castles.
Probably why Mother says that the Newcombes are some of the kindest people she's worked for.
Gwen might be excited too, but she's so shy. And I don't know about Jason. He always gets to attend, and isn't very fond of such things. Me? I love dancing, and musicians playing pretty music, and the beautiful dresses and suits- except, of course the actual wearing a dress part. Sometimes they are tolerable, but I'd rather wear a nice, comfy suit.
I pause, realizing that I've been dusting midair. Which is to say, nothing. I glance around, and thankfully, nobody seems to have seen me. I go back to work, picking up a stone statue and beginning to dust it when somebody jumps out from behind, yelling "BOO!" and scaring me half to death.
(November 23, 2017 - 3:37 pm)
Emilie~
I rub the curry comb in circular motions along the flank of Olivia Newcombe's small dapple gray Arabian while contemplating the gala tonight. Should I go? But why would I want to dance with a boy or endure the crowd?
I don't even have a dress. Maybe, maybe not. But I don't suppose it's acceptable to go in a tunic and leggings. Oh, well. Skip the stupid gala. I could always take a little picnic out into the woods and visit Trixie, my half wild fox. She's much better company than a bunch of grown ups, anyway.~
Olivia~
I don't know whether I'm excited or dreading the gala ahead. Normally it's all 'how do you do Miss so and so' and bowing and hand-kissing when it's not dancing.
It's not like I dislike dancing, though. Mostly it's with Jason, who is 11 months older than me. But why do I have to wear a fancy dress? Why not a long tunic and leggings? I envy the stable girls, who get to wear tunics and leggings when they're working. But dresses are tolerable...MOST of the time. I shake myself out of my thoughts and pad barefoot down the soft carpeted hall to the library, one of my most visited haunts about the mansion and the grounds.~
(November 23, 2017 - 7:27 pm)
Gwen
I took a deep breath, smelling the horses. Sure, it was stinky with hundreds of horses and rotting ray needing to be replaced, but it was strangely calming. I walk over to a nearby throughbred, brushing it's chestnut coat with the rubber brush. Horsehair and dust flew into the air, and I held back a sneeze.
"Gwen!" the sound of Tucker's voice called.
"I'll be back boy," I said to the horse, carefully placing the brush on a table, then running to Tucker. "Coming!"
"Take care of this horse," Tucker said, handing me the reins. He then ran across the courtyard.
I chuckled as he nearly stepped on a chicken, brawking angrily at Tucker as he ignored it and continued across the courtyard.
I observed the new horse. It seemed a bit nervous with it's new surroundings, but I knew it can't be helped. A horse has to trust and adjust. I removed most of the tack and put it into the tack hook on the stall door.
Today's gala most certainly would bring more horses into the stables tonight. I didn't know how to feel about the gala. I could try to convince them that I had to care for the horses, but they'll try to get me to come anyways.
I locked the stall door, double-checking none of the cheeky horses have tried to solve the new locks on theirs, and went back to the throughbred. I guess you could say I feel more comfortable around horses than people, but a little bit of human company is always welcome.
I went and checked the stables again, hoping to find some work, but there was none. I immediately knew one of the servants will come to get me ready for the gala. I wasn't ready. I-
I looked into the stall sixth from the left on the left side. There stood my gorgeous black fresian. He was the horse I owned, and decended from the two fresians my ancestor brought to the Newcombe household. When I was young, I named him Stormbringer, when I was thinking of knights and such. It stuck.
I spotted a young man walk in as I began to pet and feed Strombringer. I noticed the horse not being particularly happy, and about to snap.
"He's gonna bite you!" I shouted.
(November 23, 2017 - 8:19 pm)
If it's not too late I'm joining!
Name: Avalyn
Age: 14
Appearance: Small for her age, looks more like a 10 year old, red hair, freakles and hazel eyes
Social status (what type of villager, servant, or Newcombe): A kitchen maid
Personality: shy, daydreamer, very smart, bored with her job in the kitchen
Favorite color: red because that's the color of her hair and she loves her hair.
Personal reason why he/she wants to save Iriandor: It's her home, she's lived there all her life
Backstory (if you have one): She is a orphan her parents died when she was little.She dosen't know anything about her parents. A maid took her in and cared for her. Then the maid died when she was 8 and she was given a posistion in the kitchen.
(November 25, 2017 - 4:15 pm)
~Rosalind
I'm in my quiet room on the third floor preparing for the party tonight. Claire helps me slip on my dark red velvet gown that always brings out the green in my eyes. She hums as she works and I strongly suspect that she will like this party more than I will. I try to act excited but really I'm nervous and frankly, parties bore me. And I worry that again people will ask the same questions. I don't especially look like the Newcombes but I always stand in the receiving line with them. This simple act sets people's curiosity on edge, I think, and opens topics that should not be discussed. "Claire," I interject suddenly while she is arranging my hair, "Wil I have to stay up the whole night or can I pull off the I'm so tired trick? And do you know if Lady Grace will be there? She was my dinner companion last party and I don't want to hear her ramble about primroses on end."
"My lady, " Claire replied promptly, "Lady Grace is on the invitation list but she can not come. And you are not pulling off that trick if I could help it. Parties are for social advancement and enjoying yourself. However, if you try it I can't stop you."
I sigh and look in the mirror on my boudoir. I look like Mum, I think and tears wet my eyes. What is it like in France where she and father are now?
"You look lovely, my lady. Now go show everyone how you look." Claire says approvingly
I slowly walk out my room and glide towards the ballroom.
(November 25, 2017 - 7:44 pm)