Post by Zephi on Jun 10, 2007 1:22:01 GMT -5
Name: Arienne Marie Kelver, currently going by Elliot Justin Kelver
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
Allegiance:[/b] The Royal British Navy
Occupation: An Officer in the Royal British Navy, currently at the rank of Seaman.
Weapon of choice: Arienne’s talent has always lied with the sword, and more specifically the cutlass. Ever since a young age she has practiced with a broomstick, for the most part in the secret of the night. Although lighter than a real sword, it seems that these years of practicing were not in vain, and help to strengthen the natural talent this woman seems to have with a sword.
Home Town/Island: Port Royal
Ship: ‘The Endeavor’
Appearance: The slim figure of a woman, in her new occupation, is mistaken for the undeveloped figure of a lad. Pale skin has gradually tanned in the sun under which the Navy Vessel constantly sails, once long silky-golden hair cut to just above shoulder length, darkened because of the oil and grime that has built up over the last few months at sea. Although she inherited her father’s strong jaw, the rest of her facial features are quite delicate, with two eyes the colour of emeralds set above high cheek bones. These days a Royal Navy Uniform clothes her body, her cutlass constantly hanging from her waist.
Personality: Arienne has a personality in conflict with everything she was taught to be. Although naturally strong-willed and as stubborn as a donkey, for all of her life she has had to be obedient and meek, not questioning the decisions of those around her, as it was ‘not her place’. This young woman is adventurous and has unlimited curiosity, and surprisingly, is timid at times, especially in her new situation, always on guard to make sure she says the right thing, as to not alert suspicion to herself. All in all, Arienne’s personality, like that of everyone else, has many layers, most that have been suppressed over the years of being submissive, but that are beginning to bleed through and blossom.
History: Arienne’s history is actually explained in full in my role play sample. I had it written up as an intro for her, and put her history in it already, so I don’t see the point of repeating myself.
Other: Nope.
Roleplay Sample: “On guard!” The boy’s voice echoed throughout the house as he tossed a one of the two broom handles he clutched in his hand towards his sister. Today, however, these broom handles were not such mere things, but the swords of a pirate. This was a make believe game the two siblings frequently played, each taking turns to be the British Soldier and the Pirate.
It was amusing to see the two exchange sword blows, the object of their little game to hit the other in the middle, thus winning. More often than not, you see, it was little Arienne Keller, and not her brother Elliot that one this sparing match. Actually, no one in this family could remember a time when Elliot got the better of his younger sister. Unlike the nimble, agile little girl, Elliot was the clumsiest of the clumsy, frequently tripping over his own two feet.
Backing his sister into a corner, Elliot bit his lip in concentration, looking quite determine. Suddenly she lashed out with her left leg, kicking his out from under him. In a matter of seconds the boy hit the floor with a ‘oomph’ escaping from his lips. Standing over him, the young girl placed the tip of her ‘sword’ on her brother’s stomach. With a wide grin, she muttered ‘too-shay’.
Rolling his eyes jokingly, the boy clambered to his feet, abandoning the broomstick that had laid on the floor beside him. “You win.” He consented, muttering ‘again’ under his breath. To begin with, it had been nothing more than child’s play, and the ten old boy knew that this was still the case to his eight-year-old sister. But lately more and more pressure was being placed on the young lad. Their father, formally a member of the British navy, was forced to retire when he received a crippling injury. However, he wanted nothing more than his own son to follow in his footsteps, and join the navy. This had always been his dream for Elliot, even since he was born. But watching him spare with his sister, now that worried the aging man. At first it had just been a game, but as the years passed, and Elliot’s balance and coordination did not improve, the man began to worry. A clumsy boy would not a accepted into the Royal Navy!
To Elliot, this sparing was just a game, a game spoiled by the pressure placed on him by his father. He didn’t want to join the Navy, he never had. No, his dream was to be a painter, something he never shared with his father. When the older man ever discovered them, the boy would lie, say that they were the works of his younger sister.
So, this last defeat at the hands of the little girl was the last straw for the father. “Elliot, come into my study, I wish to speak to you.” The man boomed, leading the way into the old room, the boy in tow. “My lad, if you wish to be in the Navy like your old man was, we must improve this balance and coordination of yours.”
Opening his mouth to protest, the boy wisely shut it, knowing that no matter what he said, his father wouldn’t listen. “Now, I’ve talked to the Black Smith’s son, he’s agreed to give you lesson, my boy. Make you into a fine sword’s man.”
And so that was that. From that point on little Elliot took lessons while Arienne looked on from her bedroom window, wanting nothing more than to join them. Every night, she’d practice with her broomstick, mimicking what Elliot had learnt that day. While she saw vast improvements in her skill, Elliot saw next to little. He just wasn’t cut out to be a Navy Man, but he couldn’t admit that to his father, no it’d break Christoph Keller’s heart.
So instead he went along with it, giving it everything he had, just to make his father happy. Because of this, Elliot was miserable. Living the life meant to someone else was bound to do this to anyone.
After everyone went to bed, however, he painted by the light of the oil lamp. Unbeknownst to him this was the time when his sister crept out of her bed to practice in the moonlight.
And so this went on for many years, the carefree games they had once played a thing of the past as the two children tried to be people they weren’t.
Arienne was a hopeless cook, it had to be said. As her mother tried to teach her, she started to wonder if it was worth it. The child was trying, that had to be said, but the results spoke for themselves. Failed cakes, and burnt stews were the only things the girl ever made.
Her stitching was horribly messy, and her drawing was disastrous. Of all the talents required by a young lady, the woman feared that her daughter did not have any. Her heart was kind, and she honestly tried, but even her mother could see it, she was longing to be somewhere else, but where else the woman did not know.
Apart from what the two classed as personal failures, their lives were comfortable, content even. As the years passed, the close friendship that the two had once shared slowly dissipated. Even so, either would gladly run to the other’s aid, not matter what the consequences.
One day, however, this family was shattered forever, in ways that no one could have imagined.
---
The morning dawned bright and early, too early for many a person’s liking. As the sun’s rays penetrated the thin curtains that adorned the windows, a sole figure stirred from her peaceful sleep. Uttering a groan, the young woman abandoned the hope of more sleep when a loud knock sounded at her door. “Miss? Miss, breakfast is on the table.” That was obviously a message from her mother, one that the poor Maid, Tawny, had been asked to deliver.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes, Tawny.” The young woman called back groggily, forcing herself out of bed. Bare feet met the cold floor as Arienne quickly covered the distance from her bed to the small connecting bathroom.
After splashing water on her face, the girl glanced in the mirror over hanging the basin. The pale face of a twenty-one and a half year old girl starred back at her. A face like her mother’s, two brilliant blue eyes set in a face full of delicate facial features. Sandy gold hair hung down her back, recently braided. Reaching for the clothing she had laid out of the dress in the corner the night before, the girl shed her night clothes, donning the dress.
Exactly twenty minutes after her unpleasant wake-up call, Arienne was seated at the breakfast table, receiving a disapproving look from her mother for being late.
---
It had been just under an hour since Papa and Elliot had left the house, what for Arienne wasn’t sure. To tell the truth, she hadn’t been paying much attention, lost in her fantasy world. Mama was upstairs somewhere, leaving the young woman attempting to repair a tear in a pair of her father’s pants. Attempting was definitely the key word in this sentence. Unlike her mother’s work, where you could hardly notice that the tear had been there, the stitches in the repair work were loopy and untidy. Sighing in frustration, she had just been about to give up where a loud knock at the front door startled her.
Setting down her needle and thread, she hurried towards the front door, opening it to reveal a Solider of the British Navy.
“Good day, sir. What can I do for you?” She asked nervously, only to be handed a package and a sealed envelope in return. As if reading her mind, which was full of questions, the Soldier spoke again. “Be sure to see that Master Elliot Keller gets this.” With that, he walked away, leaving one very confused, slightly worried woman standing in the doorway.
Pulling the heavy door closed, Arienne retreated to her room, still clutching the package and envelope tightly. It bore the seal of the King, something that worried her more than anything. Finally she couldn’t bare it any longer Setting down the package on her bed, the woman carefully pried open the seal, careful not to damage the enveloped. Retrieving the piece of paper in side, she scanned it quickly, her worry increasing by the second.
It was a summons, a summons from the Navy for Elliot. It was a compulsory summons. That would mean that the package was a uniform. Untying the string, she confirmed this, as a uniform now lay before her. To tell the truth, she had been surprised that he hadn’t received one earlier, being of the right age, only twenty-four years old. It was what her father wanted, he would be thrilled. But her brother would be devastated. He was a painter, not a fighter, she knew this all too well. He didn’t know, but she often watched him paint, looked at the results. He certainly had talent, talent that would be wasted.
The thing that worried her the most, however, was that Elliot had no coordination, not what it took to be a Solider, anyway. He wouldn’t last three weeks. That was what she dreaded the most, loosing her brother.
No, he couldn’t go. Perhaps she could simply hide the summons from him. No, that would never work. They’d come back, wondering why Elliot hadn’t reported for duty. Someone had to go, but who? Elliot was the only son in the Keller family. And they wouldn’t take a girl…
Suddenly a thought occurred to her. What if they didn’t know it was girl? What if they thought the person reporting was Elliot Keller? What if they didn’t know it was instead Arienne Keller?
So, in this split second, a decision was made. She would go in his place, unbeknownst to her family. She’d say she was going to visit their uncle and aunt in France, telling only Elliot the truth. If she told him before she went, he’d try to stop her, this she knew. So instead, all she left was a letter. Perhaps this decision was irrational, and perhaps she’d regret it, but it was the only way she could think of to save her brother’s life. She had to admit, however, that the thought of joining the Navy did appeal to her, the adventure of it all. In a way, this was for her as much as it was for him.
And so the decision was made, one she couldn’t take back. That night, she informed her parents that she would be traveling to France, to stay with her Aunt and Uncle, something they had been pressing her to do for many years.
Later that night, she retreated to the room she called her own, to pen a letter, a goodbye letter. She knew he’d keep her secret, although he wouldn’t be happy about it. For if he were to try and find her, by exposing her she’d be just as good as dead.
For days later she was due to leave for France. As her parents dropped her off at the docks, they voiced their want to stay until she was onboard. Insistently, she told them that she was fine. There were a lot of things that could go wrong with her plan, she knew, and this was one of them. Finally they relented and left.
In that moment, she slipped away from the docks. Entering an old abandoned building, she quickly traded her dress for the uniform, and her feminine shoes for Navy boots.
Clutching a knife in her shaking hair, the woman grabbed a hold of her now loose hair. Cringing, she sliced the knife through her locks, trying not to watch the golden strands falling to the floor. When it was at the length normally warn by Navy men, she abandoned the knife, placing the hat that had accompanied the uniform on the top of her head.
Now she was ready. There was no going back. She was lucky, with the uniform and all, she actually could pass for a man. Sure, the piece of cloth she had wrapped around her chest to make her look less womanly was uncomfortably, but she could get used to it. Admiring her appearance in a broken glass window, Arienne was satisfied. So clutching a canvas bag with necessities that she had raided from the house, and the summons, she headed towards the British Navy headquarters, hoping that she could pull this all off.
---
It had worked. Putting on her deepest voice, she had reported for duty under the name of Elliot Keller. For the last four weeks, Arienne had been apart of the crew of the Endeavor, one of the most prestigious ships of the fleet. It was a lovely feeling, the feeling of freedom. It had taken a while to get used to responding to the name of her brother, and to acting more like a man, something unnatural. The deeper voice was something to get used to, many a time going to respond in her normal voice, but correcting herself just in the nick of time. Sure, she was still afraid of getting caught, but she’d made it this far, right?
Everything had gone smoothly, running in to no trouble. Right now everyone was in the delusion that nothing could go wrong.
At that very moment, something did. Looking up from the work she was doing, Arienne could see a figure looming. It was coming closer, better into view, as they were sailing towards it. So far no one else had noticed it. A sickening feeling settled in her stomach as she realized what it must be. “Pirate ship!” She yelled, doing the best to sound more, well manly.
Those two words made everyone scuttle in to action, realizing that they were too close to simply run. They would have to fight. Fear settled over her, as Arienne hurried to secure the rigging, with the knowledge that her first account with pirates was looming, something that in a strange was she had been looking forward to. Now, however, all she was feeling was fear and dread. A lot of dread.
Recruited By: Nat, I believe, was the person on the neopet’s board. [/font][/size]
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
Allegiance:[/b] The Royal British Navy
Occupation: An Officer in the Royal British Navy, currently at the rank of Seaman.
Weapon of choice: Arienne’s talent has always lied with the sword, and more specifically the cutlass. Ever since a young age she has practiced with a broomstick, for the most part in the secret of the night. Although lighter than a real sword, it seems that these years of practicing were not in vain, and help to strengthen the natural talent this woman seems to have with a sword.
Home Town/Island: Port Royal
Ship: ‘The Endeavor’
Appearance: The slim figure of a woman, in her new occupation, is mistaken for the undeveloped figure of a lad. Pale skin has gradually tanned in the sun under which the Navy Vessel constantly sails, once long silky-golden hair cut to just above shoulder length, darkened because of the oil and grime that has built up over the last few months at sea. Although she inherited her father’s strong jaw, the rest of her facial features are quite delicate, with two eyes the colour of emeralds set above high cheek bones. These days a Royal Navy Uniform clothes her body, her cutlass constantly hanging from her waist.
Personality: Arienne has a personality in conflict with everything she was taught to be. Although naturally strong-willed and as stubborn as a donkey, for all of her life she has had to be obedient and meek, not questioning the decisions of those around her, as it was ‘not her place’. This young woman is adventurous and has unlimited curiosity, and surprisingly, is timid at times, especially in her new situation, always on guard to make sure she says the right thing, as to not alert suspicion to herself. All in all, Arienne’s personality, like that of everyone else, has many layers, most that have been suppressed over the years of being submissive, but that are beginning to bleed through and blossom.
History: Arienne’s history is actually explained in full in my role play sample. I had it written up as an intro for her, and put her history in it already, so I don’t see the point of repeating myself.
Other: Nope.
Roleplay Sample: “On guard!” The boy’s voice echoed throughout the house as he tossed a one of the two broom handles he clutched in his hand towards his sister. Today, however, these broom handles were not such mere things, but the swords of a pirate. This was a make believe game the two siblings frequently played, each taking turns to be the British Soldier and the Pirate.
It was amusing to see the two exchange sword blows, the object of their little game to hit the other in the middle, thus winning. More often than not, you see, it was little Arienne Keller, and not her brother Elliot that one this sparing match. Actually, no one in this family could remember a time when Elliot got the better of his younger sister. Unlike the nimble, agile little girl, Elliot was the clumsiest of the clumsy, frequently tripping over his own two feet.
Backing his sister into a corner, Elliot bit his lip in concentration, looking quite determine. Suddenly she lashed out with her left leg, kicking his out from under him. In a matter of seconds the boy hit the floor with a ‘oomph’ escaping from his lips. Standing over him, the young girl placed the tip of her ‘sword’ on her brother’s stomach. With a wide grin, she muttered ‘too-shay’.
Rolling his eyes jokingly, the boy clambered to his feet, abandoning the broomstick that had laid on the floor beside him. “You win.” He consented, muttering ‘again’ under his breath. To begin with, it had been nothing more than child’s play, and the ten old boy knew that this was still the case to his eight-year-old sister. But lately more and more pressure was being placed on the young lad. Their father, formally a member of the British navy, was forced to retire when he received a crippling injury. However, he wanted nothing more than his own son to follow in his footsteps, and join the navy. This had always been his dream for Elliot, even since he was born. But watching him spare with his sister, now that worried the aging man. At first it had just been a game, but as the years passed, and Elliot’s balance and coordination did not improve, the man began to worry. A clumsy boy would not a accepted into the Royal Navy!
To Elliot, this sparing was just a game, a game spoiled by the pressure placed on him by his father. He didn’t want to join the Navy, he never had. No, his dream was to be a painter, something he never shared with his father. When the older man ever discovered them, the boy would lie, say that they were the works of his younger sister.
So, this last defeat at the hands of the little girl was the last straw for the father. “Elliot, come into my study, I wish to speak to you.” The man boomed, leading the way into the old room, the boy in tow. “My lad, if you wish to be in the Navy like your old man was, we must improve this balance and coordination of yours.”
Opening his mouth to protest, the boy wisely shut it, knowing that no matter what he said, his father wouldn’t listen. “Now, I’ve talked to the Black Smith’s son, he’s agreed to give you lesson, my boy. Make you into a fine sword’s man.”
And so that was that. From that point on little Elliot took lessons while Arienne looked on from her bedroom window, wanting nothing more than to join them. Every night, she’d practice with her broomstick, mimicking what Elliot had learnt that day. While she saw vast improvements in her skill, Elliot saw next to little. He just wasn’t cut out to be a Navy Man, but he couldn’t admit that to his father, no it’d break Christoph Keller’s heart.
So instead he went along with it, giving it everything he had, just to make his father happy. Because of this, Elliot was miserable. Living the life meant to someone else was bound to do this to anyone.
After everyone went to bed, however, he painted by the light of the oil lamp. Unbeknownst to him this was the time when his sister crept out of her bed to practice in the moonlight.
And so this went on for many years, the carefree games they had once played a thing of the past as the two children tried to be people they weren’t.
Arienne was a hopeless cook, it had to be said. As her mother tried to teach her, she started to wonder if it was worth it. The child was trying, that had to be said, but the results spoke for themselves. Failed cakes, and burnt stews were the only things the girl ever made.
Her stitching was horribly messy, and her drawing was disastrous. Of all the talents required by a young lady, the woman feared that her daughter did not have any. Her heart was kind, and she honestly tried, but even her mother could see it, she was longing to be somewhere else, but where else the woman did not know.
Apart from what the two classed as personal failures, their lives were comfortable, content even. As the years passed, the close friendship that the two had once shared slowly dissipated. Even so, either would gladly run to the other’s aid, not matter what the consequences.
One day, however, this family was shattered forever, in ways that no one could have imagined.
---
The morning dawned bright and early, too early for many a person’s liking. As the sun’s rays penetrated the thin curtains that adorned the windows, a sole figure stirred from her peaceful sleep. Uttering a groan, the young woman abandoned the hope of more sleep when a loud knock sounded at her door. “Miss? Miss, breakfast is on the table.” That was obviously a message from her mother, one that the poor Maid, Tawny, had been asked to deliver.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes, Tawny.” The young woman called back groggily, forcing herself out of bed. Bare feet met the cold floor as Arienne quickly covered the distance from her bed to the small connecting bathroom.
After splashing water on her face, the girl glanced in the mirror over hanging the basin. The pale face of a twenty-one and a half year old girl starred back at her. A face like her mother’s, two brilliant blue eyes set in a face full of delicate facial features. Sandy gold hair hung down her back, recently braided. Reaching for the clothing she had laid out of the dress in the corner the night before, the girl shed her night clothes, donning the dress.
Exactly twenty minutes after her unpleasant wake-up call, Arienne was seated at the breakfast table, receiving a disapproving look from her mother for being late.
---
It had been just under an hour since Papa and Elliot had left the house, what for Arienne wasn’t sure. To tell the truth, she hadn’t been paying much attention, lost in her fantasy world. Mama was upstairs somewhere, leaving the young woman attempting to repair a tear in a pair of her father’s pants. Attempting was definitely the key word in this sentence. Unlike her mother’s work, where you could hardly notice that the tear had been there, the stitches in the repair work were loopy and untidy. Sighing in frustration, she had just been about to give up where a loud knock at the front door startled her.
Setting down her needle and thread, she hurried towards the front door, opening it to reveal a Solider of the British Navy.
“Good day, sir. What can I do for you?” She asked nervously, only to be handed a package and a sealed envelope in return. As if reading her mind, which was full of questions, the Soldier spoke again. “Be sure to see that Master Elliot Keller gets this.” With that, he walked away, leaving one very confused, slightly worried woman standing in the doorway.
Pulling the heavy door closed, Arienne retreated to her room, still clutching the package and envelope tightly. It bore the seal of the King, something that worried her more than anything. Finally she couldn’t bare it any longer Setting down the package on her bed, the woman carefully pried open the seal, careful not to damage the enveloped. Retrieving the piece of paper in side, she scanned it quickly, her worry increasing by the second.
It was a summons, a summons from the Navy for Elliot. It was a compulsory summons. That would mean that the package was a uniform. Untying the string, she confirmed this, as a uniform now lay before her. To tell the truth, she had been surprised that he hadn’t received one earlier, being of the right age, only twenty-four years old. It was what her father wanted, he would be thrilled. But her brother would be devastated. He was a painter, not a fighter, she knew this all too well. He didn’t know, but she often watched him paint, looked at the results. He certainly had talent, talent that would be wasted.
The thing that worried her the most, however, was that Elliot had no coordination, not what it took to be a Solider, anyway. He wouldn’t last three weeks. That was what she dreaded the most, loosing her brother.
No, he couldn’t go. Perhaps she could simply hide the summons from him. No, that would never work. They’d come back, wondering why Elliot hadn’t reported for duty. Someone had to go, but who? Elliot was the only son in the Keller family. And they wouldn’t take a girl…
Suddenly a thought occurred to her. What if they didn’t know it was girl? What if they thought the person reporting was Elliot Keller? What if they didn’t know it was instead Arienne Keller?
So, in this split second, a decision was made. She would go in his place, unbeknownst to her family. She’d say she was going to visit their uncle and aunt in France, telling only Elliot the truth. If she told him before she went, he’d try to stop her, this she knew. So instead, all she left was a letter. Perhaps this decision was irrational, and perhaps she’d regret it, but it was the only way she could think of to save her brother’s life. She had to admit, however, that the thought of joining the Navy did appeal to her, the adventure of it all. In a way, this was for her as much as it was for him.
And so the decision was made, one she couldn’t take back. That night, she informed her parents that she would be traveling to France, to stay with her Aunt and Uncle, something they had been pressing her to do for many years.
Later that night, she retreated to the room she called her own, to pen a letter, a goodbye letter. She knew he’d keep her secret, although he wouldn’t be happy about it. For if he were to try and find her, by exposing her she’d be just as good as dead.
For days later she was due to leave for France. As her parents dropped her off at the docks, they voiced their want to stay until she was onboard. Insistently, she told them that she was fine. There were a lot of things that could go wrong with her plan, she knew, and this was one of them. Finally they relented and left.
In that moment, she slipped away from the docks. Entering an old abandoned building, she quickly traded her dress for the uniform, and her feminine shoes for Navy boots.
Clutching a knife in her shaking hair, the woman grabbed a hold of her now loose hair. Cringing, she sliced the knife through her locks, trying not to watch the golden strands falling to the floor. When it was at the length normally warn by Navy men, she abandoned the knife, placing the hat that had accompanied the uniform on the top of her head.
Now she was ready. There was no going back. She was lucky, with the uniform and all, she actually could pass for a man. Sure, the piece of cloth she had wrapped around her chest to make her look less womanly was uncomfortably, but she could get used to it. Admiring her appearance in a broken glass window, Arienne was satisfied. So clutching a canvas bag with necessities that she had raided from the house, and the summons, she headed towards the British Navy headquarters, hoping that she could pull this all off.
---
It had worked. Putting on her deepest voice, she had reported for duty under the name of Elliot Keller. For the last four weeks, Arienne had been apart of the crew of the Endeavor, one of the most prestigious ships of the fleet. It was a lovely feeling, the feeling of freedom. It had taken a while to get used to responding to the name of her brother, and to acting more like a man, something unnatural. The deeper voice was something to get used to, many a time going to respond in her normal voice, but correcting herself just in the nick of time. Sure, she was still afraid of getting caught, but she’d made it this far, right?
Everything had gone smoothly, running in to no trouble. Right now everyone was in the delusion that nothing could go wrong.
At that very moment, something did. Looking up from the work she was doing, Arienne could see a figure looming. It was coming closer, better into view, as they were sailing towards it. So far no one else had noticed it. A sickening feeling settled in her stomach as she realized what it must be. “Pirate ship!” She yelled, doing the best to sound more, well manly.
Those two words made everyone scuttle in to action, realizing that they were too close to simply run. They would have to fight. Fear settled over her, as Arienne hurried to secure the rigging, with the knowledge that her first account with pirates was looming, something that in a strange was she had been looking forward to. Now, however, all she was feeling was fear and dread. A lot of dread.
Recruited By: Nat, I believe, was the person on the neopet’s board. [/font][/size]
