Post by Allan A Dale on Jan 6, 2008 1:38:47 GMT
The Basics
Name:
AllanPhilip A Dale. Occasionally referred to as “Oi, theif!”, “traitor!” and “scumbag!”, the latter usually by Kate's dad should he catch him.
Date/Month/Age
22nd January, 24.
Gender:
Male.
Birthplace:
Rochdale, Lancashire, England. He ended up in Nottinghamon the run during his travels, landing himself in Robin's trust and sticking with the gang.
Ethnicity:
Caucasian.
Nationality:
British.
Relatives:
Helen A Dale [mother, Rochdale, forty nine; fletcher].
Walter A Dale [father, unknown, fifty two; conman].
Tom A Dale [younger brother, deceased; former conman].
Patrick Mayhew [maternal grandfather, deceased; fletcher].
Joseph Mayhew II [maternal cousin, Rochdale, twenty four; fletcher].
Avaline Mayhew [maternal aunt, deceased; fletcher].
Joseph Mayhem [uncle-in-law, deceased; fletcher].
Occupation:
Allan's job is a little... complicated. He's an outlaw, which can't really be considered a job as such as a lifestyle. He's a thief, a conman, a pathological liar and a complete flirt. He's not too bad with a sword or bow, either.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Brown.
Eye Colour:
Blue[!].
Build:
Toned but not overly muscular. Despite the exercise he gets as an outlaw, he doesn't eat enough to be able to pack on the muscle. He's likely slightly underweight, although this isn't something he'd ever understand or care about.
Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned from his days under the sun.
Height:
5' 9”.
Dress Style:
Allan wears whatever he owns because he knows that it's entirely possible he's not going to be able to go back to it. During the winter, especially, this means layering like no one's business, especially since most of his clothes are obviously tatty from wear and tear in the forest. He favours earthy colours, not tight but comfortable for movement in and out of streets, weaving and ideal for legging it when you've made a score. His clothes aren't quite as in bad nick as some of the other outlaws, as he only got his current clothes a short while ago, but they've managed to sustain significant tear since then. His clothes are always supposedly durable. His boots are slightly too big, but he's not telling anyone else that.
Specifics:
What is there to notice about Allan? He makes a living by hiding amongst crowds, although a head or two may still be turned by his cheeky grin, cocky walk or even possibly his bright blue eyes, always twinkling with mischief.
Psyche
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual.What? It's Allan! Besides, he's, uh, kinda taken by Little Miss Seamstress... XD
Self Image:
Allan doesn't actually think he's the bee's knees, even though he seems to portray such thoughts about himself to other people. Sure, he's pretty confident in his abilities but to take a knock to his ego does actually throw him for a while, and his morals aren't exactly solid. His mind is constantly flowing and adapting to new situations, so he's often unsure of exactly what he thinks of himself. Recently, he seems to have developed these things people call morals, which are quite a concept to him and his family [for the most part]. He's not entirely happy with this development as it messes with his instincts, which makes him even less sure of himself. Not that he's going to let his lack of confidence on to anyone else, of course. He isn't quite sure if he's disappointed or disgusted with himself, but he knows he hasn't really got the willpower to actually change.
To the Outward Eye:
Unlike his tormented mind, Allan makes sure to present a cocksure attitude to the world. He knows that an uncertain thief is a dead thief, so he can't for a moment let anyone else know that he's a bit torn up at the moment. To anyone who watches him, he has far too much bravado and is possibly a little stupid, although he'd prefer it was called bravery. He comments when he shouldn't and doesn't stop talking, yet he has a certain natural charm about him that he hopes means not too many people get rubbed the wrong way by him. He's gotten into a lot of trouble in the past because he can't control his mouth, but he likes to think that he still manages to be a pretty fun guy to be with, if he wants to be.
Social Status:
As a thief, Allan has spent most of his life avoiding getting too close to other people. He often had to leave towns on short to no notice at all, which meant he'd have to cut ties pretty quickly. As such, he never really had any friends until Robin's gang, and even then he messed that up pretty badly. It's only in the last year or so that he's managed to make and keep any friends, and while he's never going to be the sort of person who has a load of close friends, he'll certainly make and keep acquaintances. He's a social creature and likes to talk, so there's really no other option.
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Skills:
Stealing.
Lying.
Sleight of hand.
Talking [what, it's totally a skill!].
Sword combat.
Archery.
Running [he's very good at running].
Thinking up slightly idiotic but just insane enough to work plans.
Likes:
Money.
Power.
The Gang.
Kate.
Dogs.
Pretty girls.
Pretty guys.
A straightforward life.
Ale.
Gambling.
Singing.
Dislikes:
Honey.
Cats.
Authority figures.
Hard work when there's an easier option.
Getting no return for his efforts.
Morals.
Washing too often.
Being called Alana [blame Kate].
Will's traps [he's learnt the hard way – they hurt!].
Leather – it totally chafes.
History:
Believe it if you will or not, but Allan was actually born in Rochdale to Walter and Helen A Dale, one a conman sworn to give up his trade but unable to, the other the daughter of a fletcher with no other skills to speak of and no other places to go to save the village she'd always been in. The marriage between the two wasn't exactly planned or wanted, even – Walter was caught by Helen's father, Patrick, before he could skip town and was forced to marry the young woman as he'd gotten her pregnant with [guess who?] Allan. The marriage would remain an unhappy one until shortly after Patrick's death and Helen falling pregnant with Walter's second child, Tom. With no old man to keep him there [and he'd been persistent in making sure he couldn't leg it], Walter left as soon as possible and Helen had to fend for herself and her two children. Her own sister wouldn't help her, although her nephew Joseph would later prove to be of great assistance.
Being the younger of the two girls, Helen didn't inherit her father's business and had to make do with the meagre earnings she got from working for her sister's husband, the new owner of the fletchers of Rochdale. Allan wasn't all that old but understood that his mother wasn't able to look after them all the time, and such would be the only time in his life that he'd look out for someone other than himself – he did his best to take care of Tom. The little boy, unfortunately, was entirely ungrateful for his big brother's attention and pushed him away, partly helping to develop the “look after number one” mentality that would plague both men later in life. Helen was too busy to watch what her children got up to, doing every piece of work she could in order to make ends meet and still failing. Allan and Tom both soon turned to theft and conning people out of their money with childish smiles and sweet faces, just in order to stop themselves being hungry.
The moment they were old enough, both Tom and Allan left home and their mother with about as much goodbye as their father had. He'd left so early in both their lives that he had barely any impact on them at all, save that they seemed to have inherited his talent for deceit. Tom quickly turned on his brother, though not in a violent fashion, and left Allan stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing to his name. Thus began Allan's travels as a wandering conman, learning and perfecting the tricks of the trade, the gift of the gab, until finally his skills failed him in the fair forest of Sherwood as he was hunting deer. He very nearly lost his hand, but thanks to Robin and Much he was able to escape... for a little while, anyway. He ended up being captured for something he didn't do in the middle of Nottingham and nearly hanged alongside three Locksley lads, but was once again saved by the soon-to-be-infamous Robin Hood.
Allan had little choice but to join Robin and his gang, but at any rate he did feel that he owed the man for saving his life [technically twice, as it was likely he would have bled to death or gotten such an infection as to kill him, had he lost an appendage]. However, he quickly grew tired of the lifestyle – so much effort for so little gain to himself. Sure, helping the poor was all well and good, but what about him? Who was going to look after him? Even the presence of a girl in the camp did little to lift his spirits. He and Will nearly ran off to Scarborough with the gang's loot, but Will's conscience brought them back, much to Allan's regret. He ended up betraying the gang for the promise of power and money, but soon regretted his decision – he actually missed the group he'd ended up caring about, thinking of them as family. He eventually left Gisbourne's side to assist his former friends in the Holy Land, defending the King and earning his place back in the gang [for the most part].
In recent months, Allan has ended up befriending Will's own childhood friend, the daughter of Knighton's miller, Kate. As unlikely a duo the pair seemed, he hit it off with her quite well and now worries that he cares about her perhaps a little too much. After all, spending time with him only puts her in danger. He also wonders if he was so wise to give up on Gisbourne so quickly – the man had shown compassion and even honour, things Allan had never given credit to before his time with Robin and the gang, but he does wonder what Gisbourne could be like. He takes every day as it comes, hoping that everything will work out as it's supposed to. He's a little too scared to make a decision on anything just yet.
Roleplay Sample:
From what is affectionately known as the Drunk!Thread, here from this lovely site.
Out of Character
Name:
Alsa.
Age:
Eighteen. It's been a whole year!
Name of Playby:
Joe Armstrong.
Other Characters:
Soon to have James Blythe, Gavin Bates and Asher Hardy.
How you found Sherwood:
Rar, via LJ/the fact I've already been here for a year. XD
Name:
Allan
Date/Month/Age
22nd January, 24.
Gender:
Male.
Birthplace:
Rochdale, Lancashire, England. He ended up in Nottingham
Ethnicity:
Caucasian.
Nationality:
British.
Relatives:
Helen A Dale [mother, Rochdale, forty nine; fletcher].
Walter A Dale [father, unknown, fifty two; conman].
Tom A Dale [younger brother, deceased; former conman].
Patrick Mayhew [maternal grandfather, deceased; fletcher].
Joseph Mayhew II [maternal cousin, Rochdale, twenty four; fletcher].
Avaline Mayhew [maternal aunt, deceased; fletcher].
Joseph Mayhem [uncle-in-law, deceased; fletcher].
Occupation:
Allan's job is a little... complicated. He's an outlaw, which can't really be considered a job as such as a lifestyle. He's a thief, a conman, a pathological liar and a complete flirt. He's not too bad with a sword or bow, either.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Brown.
Eye Colour:
Blue[!].
Build:
Toned but not overly muscular. Despite the exercise he gets as an outlaw, he doesn't eat enough to be able to pack on the muscle. He's likely slightly underweight, although this isn't something he'd ever understand or care about.
Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned from his days under the sun.
Height:
5' 9”.
Dress Style:
Allan wears whatever he owns because he knows that it's entirely possible he's not going to be able to go back to it. During the winter, especially, this means layering like no one's business, especially since most of his clothes are obviously tatty from wear and tear in the forest. He favours earthy colours, not tight but comfortable for movement in and out of streets, weaving and ideal for legging it when you've made a score. His clothes aren't quite as in bad nick as some of the other outlaws, as he only got his current clothes a short while ago, but they've managed to sustain significant tear since then. His clothes are always supposedly durable. His boots are slightly too big, but he's not telling anyone else that.
Specifics:
What is there to notice about Allan? He makes a living by hiding amongst crowds, although a head or two may still be turned by his cheeky grin, cocky walk or even possibly his bright blue eyes, always twinkling with mischief.
Psyche
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual.
Self Image:
Allan doesn't actually think he's the bee's knees, even though he seems to portray such thoughts about himself to other people. Sure, he's pretty confident in his abilities but to take a knock to his ego does actually throw him for a while, and his morals aren't exactly solid. His mind is constantly flowing and adapting to new situations, so he's often unsure of exactly what he thinks of himself. Recently, he seems to have developed these things people call morals, which are quite a concept to him and his family [for the most part]. He's not entirely happy with this development as it messes with his instincts, which makes him even less sure of himself. Not that he's going to let his lack of confidence on to anyone else, of course. He isn't quite sure if he's disappointed or disgusted with himself, but he knows he hasn't really got the willpower to actually change.
To the Outward Eye:
Unlike his tormented mind, Allan makes sure to present a cocksure attitude to the world. He knows that an uncertain thief is a dead thief, so he can't for a moment let anyone else know that he's a bit torn up at the moment. To anyone who watches him, he has far too much bravado and is possibly a little stupid, although he'd prefer it was called bravery. He comments when he shouldn't and doesn't stop talking, yet he has a certain natural charm about him that he hopes means not too many people get rubbed the wrong way by him. He's gotten into a lot of trouble in the past because he can't control his mouth, but he likes to think that he still manages to be a pretty fun guy to be with, if he wants to be.
Social Status:
As a thief, Allan has spent most of his life avoiding getting too close to other people. He often had to leave towns on short to no notice at all, which meant he'd have to cut ties pretty quickly. As such, he never really had any friends until Robin's gang, and even then he messed that up pretty badly. It's only in the last year or so that he's managed to make and keep any friends, and while he's never going to be the sort of person who has a load of close friends, he'll certainly make and keep acquaintances. He's a social creature and likes to talk, so there's really no other option.
Positive Traits:
- Quick thinker – Allan has a quick mind and is just as fast on his feet; in a combat situation, this can be invaluable.
- Fantastic liar – what, this is totally a positive when you're a thief! His silver tongue has gotten him out of many tricky situations.
- Skilled with a sword and bow – always handy in a fight.
- Good for a laugh – Allan likes to talk and most of the time he keeps people entertained; nothing wrong with that, right?.
- Excellent people skills... most of the time – like everyone, he can put his foot in it, but for the most part Allan is quite the charmer and can find a way to “get on” with most people, despite the situation. At the very least, he can find a way to negotiate with them.
- Can hold his beer quite well – handy when there's a festival.
- Good with dogs – nothing special, he just likes dogs. Kinda handy when there's a guard dog about, though.
- Sleight of hand – allows him to steal much more easily, and tricking people is fairly fun too.
- Creative – how else would he be able to get away with all the things he does? Being creative allows him to do things other people wouldn't dream about and to get away with them too.
- Curious – Allan likes to know what's going on, which usually is a good thing because he's less likely to screw up that way.
- Strong-willed – when he does know what he wants, then he tends to be pretty stubborn about it.
- Planning – while it isn't his strongest suit, Allan can plan when he needs to. He isn't the sort who really likes to rush into things without a plan.
Negative Traits:
- Greedy – Allan's greed can and has gotten the better of him before. He was tempted to Gisbourne's side by golden coins, although this wasn't the only factor, and he stayed there for the promise of power. He does want to go up in the world.
- Confused – another reason Gisbourne was able to get Allan on side was because he's fairly confused at the moment. Having spent most of his life without any moral compass or motive expect keeping himself alive, it has been quite a shock to realise that he's actually thinking about other people. He isn't entirely sure he likes it.
- Pathological liar – Allan can't really help but lie, even when what he's been doing is perfectly innocent. Really, how much trouble would he get in for visiting a friend? But no, he has to say he's been out collecting firewood or something.
- Easily wound up – Allan is easily made irritable, especially of late, so that's always going to be a bit of a problem.
- Unwilling to change – despite his sudden development of morals, Allan isn't actually willing to change himself “for the better”. He doesn't want to, even if he knows he should.
- Tendency to look out for number one – Allan has been by himself for a very long time and hasn't quite gotten into the entire “all for one and one for all” mindset just yet. He's prone to thinking about looking after himself and himself alone.
- Superstitious – considering the time period, this isn't all that unusual [and yet he's happy to hit on men – go figure], but he is extremely superstitious and especially fearful of God. Well, trespassing on God's territory and that sort of thing. As long as he stays out of anything religious or that insinuates magic, then he's fine, but the moment either pops up...
- Gambling – not so much a trait but definitely a weakness that needs to be mentioned, Allan does like to take risks with money from time to time. He's been known to lose a whole lot of loot because he likes playing cards too much.
Skills:
Stealing.
Lying.
Sleight of hand.
Talking [what, it's totally a skill!].
Sword combat.
Archery.
Running [he's very good at running].
Thinking up slightly idiotic but just insane enough to work plans.
Likes:
Money.
Power.
The Gang.
Kate.
Dogs.
Pretty girls.
Pretty guys.
A straightforward life.
Ale.
Gambling.
Singing.
Dislikes:
Honey.
Cats.
Authority figures.
Hard work when there's an easier option.
Getting no return for his efforts.
Morals.
Washing too often.
Being called Alana [blame Kate].
Will's traps [he's learnt the hard way – they hurt!].
Leather – it totally chafes.
History:
Believe it if you will or not, but Allan was actually born in Rochdale to Walter and Helen A Dale, one a conman sworn to give up his trade but unable to, the other the daughter of a fletcher with no other skills to speak of and no other places to go to save the village she'd always been in. The marriage between the two wasn't exactly planned or wanted, even – Walter was caught by Helen's father, Patrick, before he could skip town and was forced to marry the young woman as he'd gotten her pregnant with [guess who?] Allan. The marriage would remain an unhappy one until shortly after Patrick's death and Helen falling pregnant with Walter's second child, Tom. With no old man to keep him there [and he'd been persistent in making sure he couldn't leg it], Walter left as soon as possible and Helen had to fend for herself and her two children. Her own sister wouldn't help her, although her nephew Joseph would later prove to be of great assistance.
Being the younger of the two girls, Helen didn't inherit her father's business and had to make do with the meagre earnings she got from working for her sister's husband, the new owner of the fletchers of Rochdale. Allan wasn't all that old but understood that his mother wasn't able to look after them all the time, and such would be the only time in his life that he'd look out for someone other than himself – he did his best to take care of Tom. The little boy, unfortunately, was entirely ungrateful for his big brother's attention and pushed him away, partly helping to develop the “look after number one” mentality that would plague both men later in life. Helen was too busy to watch what her children got up to, doing every piece of work she could in order to make ends meet and still failing. Allan and Tom both soon turned to theft and conning people out of their money with childish smiles and sweet faces, just in order to stop themselves being hungry.
The moment they were old enough, both Tom and Allan left home and their mother with about as much goodbye as their father had. He'd left so early in both their lives that he had barely any impact on them at all, save that they seemed to have inherited his talent for deceit. Tom quickly turned on his brother, though not in a violent fashion, and left Allan stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing to his name. Thus began Allan's travels as a wandering conman, learning and perfecting the tricks of the trade, the gift of the gab, until finally his skills failed him in the fair forest of Sherwood as he was hunting deer. He very nearly lost his hand, but thanks to Robin and Much he was able to escape... for a little while, anyway. He ended up being captured for something he didn't do in the middle of Nottingham and nearly hanged alongside three Locksley lads, but was once again saved by the soon-to-be-infamous Robin Hood.
Allan had little choice but to join Robin and his gang, but at any rate he did feel that he owed the man for saving his life [technically twice, as it was likely he would have bled to death or gotten such an infection as to kill him, had he lost an appendage]. However, he quickly grew tired of the lifestyle – so much effort for so little gain to himself. Sure, helping the poor was all well and good, but what about him? Who was going to look after him? Even the presence of a girl in the camp did little to lift his spirits. He and Will nearly ran off to Scarborough with the gang's loot, but Will's conscience brought them back, much to Allan's regret. He ended up betraying the gang for the promise of power and money, but soon regretted his decision – he actually missed the group he'd ended up caring about, thinking of them as family. He eventually left Gisbourne's side to assist his former friends in the Holy Land, defending the King and earning his place back in the gang [for the most part].
In recent months, Allan has ended up befriending Will's own childhood friend, the daughter of Knighton's miller, Kate. As unlikely a duo the pair seemed, he hit it off with her quite well and now worries that he cares about her perhaps a little too much. After all, spending time with him only puts her in danger. He also wonders if he was so wise to give up on Gisbourne so quickly – the man had shown compassion and even honour, things Allan had never given credit to before his time with Robin and the gang, but he does wonder what Gisbourne could be like. He takes every day as it comes, hoping that everything will work out as it's supposed to. He's a little too scared to make a decision on anything just yet.
Roleplay Sample:
From what is affectionately known as the Drunk!Thread, here from this lovely site.
Allan was pissed, in both senses of the word. He’d long before begun drinking Lord Mannering’s (Allan scoffed slightly at the name) ale, around about the same time he’d been soundly beaten by the youngest member of the Scarlett family.
If he’d been slightly less angry, and slightly less drunk, Allan would probably have realised that it had been Robin in those last final rounds, when he’d been soundly beaten and lost out on the silver arrow that the villagers sought after. As it was, he’d been staring at his empty goblet for a while now (he wasn’t sure if it had been five minutes or five hours) and wondering when he’d managed to empty the blasted thing. Weren’t they made to an adequate size anymore? He longed, briefly, for Rochdale and the Crown and Shuttle, and the large tankards of golden drink held within it’s small walls.
He sighed, shook the cup a little as if it would make some droplets clinging desperately to the sides fall down, ready to be drunk, but no such luck; he’d have to move in order to get some more, and he really rather wanted more - it was free, and it belonged to nobles; could there be a better offer?
He fiddled a little with his mask - a bunch of brightly coloured ribbons braided together to make a cover for his eyes, and the tiny tinkle of bells from either side irritated him slightly. When Will had suggested the idea, throwing the bundles of red and orange and green at his companion, it had sounded good. He was always claiming his mother had been a minstrel, after all. The reality of being a giant and rather loud target, however, had been a shock. How could he steal someone’s purse if every time he moved his arm, it sounded like the church was in session?
”You know, looking at it won’t make it come back,” a light and familiar voice mocked him, and he lifted his head to see Kate (or, he assumed it was Kate, as he didn’t know anyone else from Knighton well enough for them to approach him) in her pretty blue dress. He gave her a quick once over and had to stop himself from nodding in approval; she looked good.
Before he could retaliate, she continued by mocking him further. Wasn’t it bad enough he had to remember being beaten by Luke? Did he have to be reminded of it? He was sorely tempted to see if he couldn’t drink the memory into oblivion (and he was only really angry because he’d wanted to give the arrow to the crowds, and also partly because of the money he’d lost in their little bet. And, if he were completely honest about it, because Will would be bragging about it for weeks. How was he supposed to get any respect now?) and pretend it hadn’t happened the next day.
Allan gave Kate a pointed look. ”Not being funny, but if I’m a damsel in distress does that mean you’re my big manly hero?” He put his goblet down on the table for a moment and made his way to Kate, taking hers off her and settling it down too, before wrapping an arm around the back of her neck and draping the other across her front, as if waiting to be swept off his feet. He put on a high pitched voice. ”Oh, Karl, take me away from this evil place so we can live happily ever after and I can raise your dashing children!”
He let go and picked up a part of her skirt, raising it slightly so the bottom of her legs were bared but she was still more than decent. He held the cloth against his arm, as if checking the quality of the fabric. He shook his head and tutted. ”Although I shall have to find better fabrics for my gowns. Blue just isn’t my colour.”
He let go of the skirt, grabbed her hand and dragged her to the refreshments table, getting them both another drink. He held his new goblet high in a toast.
”Here’s to getting completely and utterly plastered, my good sir,” he grinned at Kate before taking a swig. He wasn’t going to be insulted by her calling him a girl. ”I think I’d make a bloody good woman, thanks. At least, I know I’d want to shag me if I was a bird, so if I were actually a bird there’s a good chance men would want to shag me.”
If he’d been slightly less angry, and slightly less drunk, Allan would probably have realised that it had been Robin in those last final rounds, when he’d been soundly beaten and lost out on the silver arrow that the villagers sought after. As it was, he’d been staring at his empty goblet for a while now (he wasn’t sure if it had been five minutes or five hours) and wondering when he’d managed to empty the blasted thing. Weren’t they made to an adequate size anymore? He longed, briefly, for Rochdale and the Crown and Shuttle, and the large tankards of golden drink held within it’s small walls.
He sighed, shook the cup a little as if it would make some droplets clinging desperately to the sides fall down, ready to be drunk, but no such luck; he’d have to move in order to get some more, and he really rather wanted more - it was free, and it belonged to nobles; could there be a better offer?
He fiddled a little with his mask - a bunch of brightly coloured ribbons braided together to make a cover for his eyes, and the tiny tinkle of bells from either side irritated him slightly. When Will had suggested the idea, throwing the bundles of red and orange and green at his companion, it had sounded good. He was always claiming his mother had been a minstrel, after all. The reality of being a giant and rather loud target, however, had been a shock. How could he steal someone’s purse if every time he moved his arm, it sounded like the church was in session?
”You know, looking at it won’t make it come back,” a light and familiar voice mocked him, and he lifted his head to see Kate (or, he assumed it was Kate, as he didn’t know anyone else from Knighton well enough for them to approach him) in her pretty blue dress. He gave her a quick once over and had to stop himself from nodding in approval; she looked good.
Before he could retaliate, she continued by mocking him further. Wasn’t it bad enough he had to remember being beaten by Luke? Did he have to be reminded of it? He was sorely tempted to see if he couldn’t drink the memory into oblivion (and he was only really angry because he’d wanted to give the arrow to the crowds, and also partly because of the money he’d lost in their little bet. And, if he were completely honest about it, because Will would be bragging about it for weeks. How was he supposed to get any respect now?) and pretend it hadn’t happened the next day.
Allan gave Kate a pointed look. ”Not being funny, but if I’m a damsel in distress does that mean you’re my big manly hero?” He put his goblet down on the table for a moment and made his way to Kate, taking hers off her and settling it down too, before wrapping an arm around the back of her neck and draping the other across her front, as if waiting to be swept off his feet. He put on a high pitched voice. ”Oh, Karl, take me away from this evil place so we can live happily ever after and I can raise your dashing children!”
He let go and picked up a part of her skirt, raising it slightly so the bottom of her legs were bared but she was still more than decent. He held the cloth against his arm, as if checking the quality of the fabric. He shook his head and tutted. ”Although I shall have to find better fabrics for my gowns. Blue just isn’t my colour.”
He let go of the skirt, grabbed her hand and dragged her to the refreshments table, getting them both another drink. He held his new goblet high in a toast.
”Here’s to getting completely and utterly plastered, my good sir,” he grinned at Kate before taking a swig. He wasn’t going to be insulted by her calling him a girl. ”I think I’d make a bloody good woman, thanks. At least, I know I’d want to shag me if I was a bird, so if I were actually a bird there’s a good chance men would want to shag me.”
Out of Character
Name:
Alsa.
Age:
Eighteen. It's been a whole year!
Name of Playby:
Joe Armstrong.
Other Characters:
Soon to have James Blythe, Gavin Bates and Asher Hardy.
How you found Sherwood:
Rar, via LJ/the fact I've already been here for a year. XD
