Post by Gillian de Mowbray on Jun 10, 2009 8:04:45 GMT
GOOD DAY GILLIAN DE MOWBRAY present.
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AND ALL I EVER LEARNED FROM LOVE WAS HOW TO SHOOT AT SOMEONE WHO OUTDREW YOU
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[/font][/color]Hello, I am KATE. I have been RPGing for two years or so.
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name: Gillian de Mowbray (as in 'Jillian')
nicknames: Gill, Gilly.
age: Twenty-three.
occupation: Noblewoman.
t h e l o o k s
hair: Gill's hair is dark and long, falling to her waist at its longest, with waves and braids throughout.
eyes: Her eyes are light blue, framed with thick lashed and eyebrows that are more straight than arched.
build: Tall and slender, as a young lady should be, years of training and practicing with her brothers have led Gill to having a harder figure than most ladies.
distinguishing features: She has a small scar on her upper left arm from back when her brother had only just begun to teach her.
face claim: Liv Tyler
t h e p e r s o n a l i t y
likes: Swordplay,
swords,
Robert de Mowbray,
Philip de Mowbray,
William de Mowbray,
her mother,
the sea,
horseriding,
dogs,
being right,
rain,
warm baths,
sparring,
men who aren't afraid to spar with her,
the sound of certain voices speaking steadily.
dislikes: King Richard,
the Crusades,
suitors,
archery,
losing,
Robert de Mowbray,
spiders,
cowards,
healers,
roses,
greed,
insomnia,
being laughed at,
injustice,
abuse of the weak.
strengths: Highly skilled with a sword.
Knowing the proper decorum for any situation.
Can stitch up silk, velvet, skin, anything.
Manages to look proper through most anything.
Unwavering loyalty to those who earn it.
weaknesses: A disaster with a bow and arrow.
Proud to a fault.
Often lacking a sense of direction.
Deathly afraid of spiders.
Has little control over her temper.
overall personality: Gillian is first and foremost, a lady. She is polite and well behaved, the perfect lady, until set off, which is easily done. She has the temper of a hellion and doesn’t think things through when provoked. Her first instinct is to bite back with words, as her mother was so adept at doing, her second is to reach for her sword. While the first instinct often causes her trouble, it is the second that caused her brother to send her off to Nottingham. She has been raised to believe she is better than others making her seem haughty and vain, if not selfish at times. She may also be rather over confident in her skills with a sword, which balances out well with everyone who underestimates her in that very same area.
She is resentful towards King Richard, blaming him for the Crusades and her brothers' deaths. Gill has a hard time understanding what sort of King would leave his country to invade a people who posed no threat, yet she can barely stand to see England as it has been since he left, so she does wish his safe return. She cannot agree with forcing ideals upon another people and as a general rule finds the war to be a disgrace. The Crusades have left her with a dark view on religion and an almost scornful opinion of anyone who is religious. She doesn't fancy soldier's who've returned from the Crusades much either, but cannot entirely hold it against them, knowing the horrors the have seen.
She's the sort of person who instinctively takes control of a situation, assuming the role of leader. This is partly an issue of pride, but when the situation proves even remotely dangerous, it's more an issue of protecting everyone around her. Most of what she does can be blamed on her natural instinct to protect every single person dear to her, and even those who aren't so dear. This sometimes causes her to get into fights, verbal or otherwise, though she always seems to get away without much trouble befalling her (and she usually wins too). It also causes her to feel responsible for any ill that befalls those she's decided to protect, any harm to them becomes very much a personal matter. She might suffer from a slight hero-complex.
Underneath all her haughtiness and class she is really very kind and cannot stand to see others suffer. She is not unkind, even to those she was taught she was better than, and actually makes a point to spend much at as many shops as she can so their owners can feed their families. It is the best she can do without becoming an outlaw and she is certain that becoming an outlaw would simply kill her mother. Once her good faith and care has been earned, her loyalty is forever assured. Though she seems prickly at first, it’s all a matter of growing accustomed to her. She is an acquired taste.
t h e h i s t o r y
parents: Nigel de Mowbray, 52, Lord of Isle of Axholme, deceased; Mable de Clare, 45, Lady of Isle of Axholme.
siblings: Robert de Mowbray, 30, Lord of Isle of Axholme; Philip de Mowbray, 28, soldier, deceased; William de Mowbray, 23, soldier, deceased.
other significant people: None.
hometown: Isle of Axholme, Lincolnshire.
history: Gillian de Mowbray was born late in the winter to the lord and lady of Isle of Axholme five minutes after her brother, the fourth child and first daughter. For years she was raised to behave as a lady should, she learned embroidery and music, she was taught to read and dance, she was learned in all the minor details of etiquette. It was her second eldest brother, Philip, however, who introduced her to the most important skill she would ever know, swordsmanship.
For some months Philip taught her in secret, finding it amusing at first to see her petite eleven year old body struggle with the weight of the sword. Eventually he realized that she had skill, great skill, and suddenly it wasn’t so much a joke, as a task of great importance to him. Her twin brother, William, found them out one day and, after being beaten by Gill (he was not expecting her to have any skill), he joined in the training as well. But it was Philip who had a real passion for the sword and her education. Their parents eventually found out and disapproved immediately, but after much pleading and persuasion it was decided that, as a hobby, and without any interruption to her becoming a proper lady, they could continue.
When Gill was barely nineteen both Philip and William left to fight in the Crusades, despite much protestation from her. Robert, the oldest, remained for it was his duty to take over after their father died. Their father would die soon after his sons embarked for war whilst on a ship heading for Acre. His death interrupted the courtship of a young man upon her. Her mother, too distraught to worry about marrying her off, and her brother, too busy taking all responsibilities and wedding himself, could not be bothered to accept any suitors. This worked well for Gill as she despised all her previous suitors. Three months later William died.
It felt as though one half of her had been ripped away. Robert maintained a strong face, as he always did, and continued to run the affairs of their lands and mourned in silence. Their mother took to bed and became ill. Gill, despite feeling as though the world had become a dark, stifling place, pushed aside her grief and took care of their mother. She became even more immersed in her swordplay, spending hours practicing without pause, and mourning heavily at night till her mother recovered. It was just short of a year after William's death that they learned of Philips.
Crushed Gill refused to see anyone for weeks, until another suitor appeared and demanded to be allowed to court her. Furious that anyone would try to woo her whilst she was in mourning she all but decapitated the poor young man. Scandalized, the eligible men of Lincolnshire shied away and no more attempts were made to court the mad noble woman who sometimes played with swords. For some time neither Robert nor her mother pushed to find her a husband, the deaths of their loved ones hanging heavy over them yet. And then Robert became ill.
No matter how many doctors or healers saw the Lord de Mowbray none could determine what ailed him, but one thing was for certain, Robert de Mowbray was dying. With Robert dead there would be no one to inherit their lands, having no cousins on their father's side nor any children of Robert's. Quite suddenly Gillian was once more being pressured into marriage, but none in Lincolnshire would have her. In an attempt to escape, if only for a while the prison that Isle of Axholme had become Gill suggested searching for a suitable husband elsewhere. Not a week later she found herself in a carriage bound for Nottingham castle with enough gold to convince the Sheriff that her presence was not only pleasant but nearly necessary.
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Emmeline had set her coat aside and stepped fully into the warm music and murmur. Someone new had taken the stage and, though it took her a second, she recognized her to be the eldest Longbottom, Simone if she remembered properly. She was amazing, there was no doubt; Emmeline had heard her only a few times before but there was something about her voice that made a night and place like this seem deeper, more encompassing. It was like being surrounded by a haze of smoke, you felt lightheaded, a little lost, and things seemed to blend together to make one single golden background to the music. Emmeline would sleep without interruption for weeks if the music was any reflection on the rest of her night.
Lost in the music she almost didn't notice Scorpius approach her. She kept her expression controlled, not sure how she wanted to greet him just yet. "Yes, well, seeing as how you're out as well I can hopefully trust that it won't get back to anyone in a position of power." She didn't smile, didn't scowl either. If Scorpius Malfoy had been a solitary entity floating somewhere in her mind with no connections to anyone she knew, Emmeline thought she might have gotten on reasonably well with him. Personally she had nothing against him and instead appreciated his class, intelligence, and maturity. Unfortunately Scorpius Malfoy wasn't a solitary entity floating somewhere in her mind, he had many connections to many people she knew and cared for. There was her brother, for example, but he was close to Scorpius and there could really have been no reason for Emmeline to have anything against him in that situation. But then there was Lily Potter.
Lily Luna Potter was Emmeline's best friend in all of Hogwarts and the world; people talked of how protective Emm was of more distant friends, imagine how she was with her best friend. At some point during their Hogwarts life Scorpius had decided that pestering the youngest Potter, bothering her, annoying her, teasing her, would be a good sport. Emm had not approved. She had been content with simply trying to make sure the two didn't encounter each other often, until Lily had decided something Emmeline could not even begin to understand. The day Lily Potter decided she was attracted to Scorpius Malfoy and one Emmeline Davies realized it red flags, neon signs, and loud sirens went off in Emm's head, and they continued to go off every time the Malfoy boy was mentioned. Again, it was nothing personal, but Scorpius could be no good for Lily; she would end up hurt and Emm would end up having to hunt him down. She was not looking forward to it.
However, it was a weekend night and the Three Broomsticks was alive with soft beautiful music and light conversation and she was feeling wonderful. Lily Potter was nowhere near Mr. Malfoy, she was back at the castle asleep or enjoying the common room, she was safe and Emm had no reason to dislike Scorpius right now. She looked at him for a moment, then to the sparse couples dancing to the sound of Miss Longbottom's voice. "Can you dance?" It was a silly question, every one knew he could dance. Emmeline had spotted him dancing with "the mysterious brunette" she had deduced to be Lily, he could dance and a dance was exactly what she had come for. Better to choose a partner you already know won't step on your feet,than to wait around at the bar or a table and hope the man who asks you isn't a total oaf. Emm could be a little elitist when it came to music and dance, she believe Scorpius was something like that himself (although she was sure he could be a little elitist about everything).
Lost in the music she almost didn't notice Scorpius approach her. She kept her expression controlled, not sure how she wanted to greet him just yet. "Yes, well, seeing as how you're out as well I can hopefully trust that it won't get back to anyone in a position of power." She didn't smile, didn't scowl either. If Scorpius Malfoy had been a solitary entity floating somewhere in her mind with no connections to anyone she knew, Emmeline thought she might have gotten on reasonably well with him. Personally she had nothing against him and instead appreciated his class, intelligence, and maturity. Unfortunately Scorpius Malfoy wasn't a solitary entity floating somewhere in her mind, he had many connections to many people she knew and cared for. There was her brother, for example, but he was close to Scorpius and there could really have been no reason for Emmeline to have anything against him in that situation. But then there was Lily Potter.
Lily Luna Potter was Emmeline's best friend in all of Hogwarts and the world; people talked of how protective Emm was of more distant friends, imagine how she was with her best friend. At some point during their Hogwarts life Scorpius had decided that pestering the youngest Potter, bothering her, annoying her, teasing her, would be a good sport. Emm had not approved. She had been content with simply trying to make sure the two didn't encounter each other often, until Lily had decided something Emmeline could not even begin to understand. The day Lily Potter decided she was attracted to Scorpius Malfoy and one Emmeline Davies realized it red flags, neon signs, and loud sirens went off in Emm's head, and they continued to go off every time the Malfoy boy was mentioned. Again, it was nothing personal, but Scorpius could be no good for Lily; she would end up hurt and Emm would end up having to hunt him down. She was not looking forward to it.
However, it was a weekend night and the Three Broomsticks was alive with soft beautiful music and light conversation and she was feeling wonderful. Lily Potter was nowhere near Mr. Malfoy, she was back at the castle asleep or enjoying the common room, she was safe and Emm had no reason to dislike Scorpius right now. She looked at him for a moment, then to the sparse couples dancing to the sound of Miss Longbottom's voice. "Can you dance?" It was a silly question, every one knew he could dance. Emmeline had spotted him dancing with "the mysterious brunette" she had deduced to be Lily, he could dance and a dance was exactly what she had come for. Better to choose a partner you already know won't step on your feet,than to wait around at the bar or a table and hope the man who asks you isn't a total oaf. Emm could be a little elitist when it came to music and dance, she believe Scorpius was something like that himself (although she was sure he could be a little elitist about everything).
