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"Emma loved people, and if she could make them happy, that was good enough for her."
Emma Hirst is the youngest daughter of the Hirst family, and has never aspired to anything beyond her God-given station in life. Quiet and kind-hearted, the girl goes about her business in a compassionate and muted manner, entirely unaware of the ambitious plans being made for her by her family. A friendly, innocent person, she brings a balance to the more rough-around-the-edges characters prevalent on the board. No matter what's going on, one can trust that Emma will be looking for the silver lining of the situation.
Quote of the Week
The people, chaos, ran all around,
And no one could nail sanity down.
The building, it just burned to the ground.
You heard it here, the place is changed.
I'm telling you, the place is changed.
While recovering from a mauling in the field Commander Shaft's Iscariot Legion has set up camp near an old Monastery in England. During a routine trip to the nearby town for supplies their man Thurgold was assaulted and injured by highwaymen. One naive failed-monk, Galahad stepped in to play the role of good Samaritan and helped get the man back to his friends. Now the quiet and kind doctor must deal with the Iscariot's cold commander and its most eccentric scout, Ace, if he wants to continue his role as nurse and bring his healing touch to the ill-used men of the mercenary-legion.
Year of our Lord: 1514
Season: Summer Weather: This is the season where the sun is almost always out and shining. Sea travel during the Summer is much safer than during the Winter, and many take advantage of this fact. Expect hot weather, soaring temperatures, and even the occasional light shower.
Member No.: 4
Joined: 17-April 09
Personal Information Name/Handle: Clover Age: 17 Gender: Female How did you find us?: *bes an admin*
Have you read the rules?:Keywords approved - Clover
Character Information Full Name: Emma Hirst Nickname: Lady Hirst Gender: Female Age: 17 Nationality: English Birthplace: Stratford-upon-Avon, England Current Residence: Bordeaux, Aquitaine Family: Father - Lord John Hirst, age 51 Mother - Lady Elinor Hirst, age 42 Sister - Lady Margaret Howard, age 25 Sister - Lady Jane Russell, (died in child birth at age 19 one year ago)
Body Information Clothing: Modest would likely be the best way to describe Emma's attire. With long sleeves and floor-length skirts, her gowns all follow the latest fashion without being overly ostentatious. With light, bland colours, her dresses aren't the kind to draw attention in a crowded room but fit her simplistic personality and suit her shy nature just fine. While she prefers the slimmer gowns to the large, bustling ones of the higher gentry, she does own a few dresses specifically meant for balls and for court. Most commonly, she can be seen in an open, square-necked gown with long sleeves fitted smoothly over a tight corset. Hair: Rarely is her hair worn loose except for when she goes to sleep. Her shiny, blonde locks are typically kept up in whatever fashion is appropriate. As most women's preferred length for the time, Emma's hair is quite long, reaching to just about her lower back when down. She goes to great lengths to keep it clean and looking healthy, washing it as regularly as she is permitted to. Face: With petite features, Emma's face is more pretty than beautiful. Two soft green eyes flank a button-sized nose that resides just above a pair of full lips. While neither round or angular, the shape of her face lies somewhere in between with her having inherited the jawline of her father and the plainer lines of her mother. Body Build: Slender, she has very little strength to speak of and her physique reflects this in its lack of muscular definition. Not as well endowed as some of the bustier women of court, Emma is flat-chested with only her wide hips to off-set it. This is alright, however, as her mother has reassured her time and time again, for large hips are preferred for more successful child-bearing and far more useful than large breasts. Height: 5' 6" Weight: 115 lbs Picture(s): See avatar.
General Information Allegiance: England Rank: Daughter of a Lord Weapon: None Major Skills:
Having been raised in a privileged household, Emma is quite learned in many subjects. She can read and write in Latin, French, and Spanish. Her passion for learning has extended to other matters as well in life, allowing her an above average intelligence when it comes to many things.
One of her greatest pleasures in life is horseback riding, and so she has become more than a proficient equestrian.
A secret skill she frequently practices is writing fiction under the guise of keeping a personal diary. Many of the events and people she writes about are fictionalised exaggerations of what actually occurred or who the person actually is.
She understands a few popular languages beyond her own but she is not as fluent when it comes to speaking them, preferring her native one to any others.
As any respectable lady is, Emma can keep a household organised and running smoothly in the absence of her parents. She can cook, clean, sew, and perform any other number of menial tasks required for maintaining a good living.
Her love of animals, especially horses, allows her to get along with them rather well. She has been known to be able to calm down an excited or frightened horse on occasion.
She has a lovely singing voice, but a terrible fear of public singing which prevents many from hearing her heavenly vocals.
Additional Items: +Personal diary +Black Friesian horse named Henry after His Majesty who so graciously gave the creature to the Hirst household
Additional Information Personality: Emma is a gentle soul. From childhood she was quiet and good-natured with that behaviour following into her teen years as well. Shy, she isn't one to attempt to draw attention to herself, but if attention does happen her way she is amiable and does her best to be pleasant company. Growing up in an established household with nobility often passing through, she has been taught what is appropriate of a lady of her standing and what is not. Well-mannered and serviceable, she is humble and acts the role of the submissive daughter, never daring to defy her parent's wishes. Afraid of conflict, she strives to avoid it at all costs even if it means biting back her own beliefs. Tame and calm, Emma hopes to go through life without running into any unseemly complications and tries to remain as chaste and virtuous as she can in order to avoid bringing shame unto her family name.
A downside to her submissive, innocent nature is that she is rarely aware of when she's being taken advantage of even when it's obvious to those around her. She does what she's told, and is altogether too trusting when it comes to strangers (and sometimes even family and friends). Having led a sheltered life in the country, she is naive and ignorant of much of the darker side to courtly life. She prefers seeing the good in people instead of the bad, and thus it is difficult to get on her bad side if she even has one. Her hopes and her dreams for life are simple: to make a good match that her parents approve of, have children, and be a good wife to a loving husband. History: Born and raised in the country, Emma's earliest memories consist of chasing around her older sister, Jane, and being chided for "such silliness" by their eldest sister, Margaret. Life was simple then with the youngest Hirst child being ignorant of any political troubles brewing across England. Her largest concerns had been behaving herself around guests and trying to look and act as prettily as her older sisters whom she both loved and admired beyond words. Margaret whom always tried to act as though she were older than she actually was was like a second mother to Emma as she was growing up, but Jane was like her best friend being her seniour by only two years. There was always a bit of tension throughout the household due to her mother's inability to produce a male for her father, but Emma was never aware of the issue until she was much older. The marriage between Lord Hirst and Lady Hirst was one of convenience, and originally loveless though there was a trust and respect between her parents that came close to imitating love. This, too, was something that continued to go unnoticed by Emma even up to the present.
The nice thing about being the youngest child was that Emma went largely unnoticed for the most part while her parents focused on marrying off the eldest two sisters. Margaret ended up making an astoundingly good match, marrying into the famed Howard family who was renowned for their connections to the Crown, not to mention their manipulations and ruthless cunning when it came to getting what they wanted. This put the Hirsts in a good position, even leading them to getting to host a revel for the King at one point. Their status soared with the connection to the Howard family and also raised their manner of living, making them the envy of many of their neighbors. For the young Emma, it just meant that she got more pretty dresses.
Another critical change occurred in her placid lifestyle when their family was requested to move to Aquitaine by His Majesty's royal orders. Unbeknown to her at the time, but the newly crowned King Henry VIII was transplanting loyal families into Aquitaine in order to more firmly gain a hold of the land across the sea. Emma adapted with relative ease, things being much the same as always only in a new land; they were granted a nice estate of land and Henry even gave them a few horses, including a pony that her parents let her personally keep which she aptly titled Henry after the generous King who gave him to them. In the end, however, even the supplanted families loyal to the Crown weren't enough to stop the Duke of Aquitaine from proclaiming himself King and taking over with his radicals.
It was around this time that her family began conspiring with the Howards about how to bring Aquitaine back into the English fold. Their answer: marrying their remaining daughters off to Aquitine noblemen in hopes that they'd be able to persuade them into denouncing the "King" and returning to English rule. And so it was that Jane was married off to a man of remarkable reputation--very little of it good--who was relatively close to some of the "King's" good friends, and knew the "King" himself. The next two years were then devoted to honing and readying Emma for marriage, but the shy girl was proving less malleable for such manipulations of gentlemen as her sisters.
And then tragedy struck when Jane died in childbirth, the child following suit, and leaving Count Russell with no child and no reason to persuade others to join in him rejoining with England. A failure for the Hirsts and Howards that was not likely to be repeated with Emma whom her parents were convinced was one of their last hopes for culminating loyalist sentiments amongst a wealthy, powerful nobleman. Emma, more or less, is ignorant to just how deep she's being manipulated and for just what she's being groomed for. All she sees is her family trying to make a good match for her which is simplifying the matter to an incorrect extreme. Now with their family having moved to court at Bordeaux, it is Emma's chance to hook the right bachelor if she can . . .
RP Sample From Sithspawn:
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. This was true in two ways for Elina Sheri. The first way involved the time that she'd spent away from the planet that she'd grown up on, Zeltros. Having left it at the young age of eighteen, the Zeltron had visited frequently enough throughout the years of the last decade or so to remain apprised of the goings-on there, but failed to spend enough time there to be able to call it home anymore. It was still where her family lived, where her earliest memories had been created, and was the only planet she knew she could safely go when things got too rough back in the real Galaxy so it held a special place in her heart regardless of the minute amount of time she spent there. Home these days was on the Tempest, wherever the ship was ported at that particular time and place. Even so, she couldn't deny the hold that Zeltros had over her, and that certain appeal that made her heart long for it even whilst she was away.
In the other instance, it had been the distance between her and Cam that had fulfilled the popular saying. Granted, she wasn't sure if it made her grow fonder of him--for she was already rather fond of her slicer friend--but it had opened her eyes to the fact that she did care for him more than she'd been willing to admit before. Of course, she still wasn't sure if she could actually confess such truths to Cam's face, especially since she wasn't sure if he was willing to break their 'no strings attached' agreement. Point in fact, she herself wasn't sure if she was ready for them to stop severing those strings that seemed intent on tying them up and keeping them together. It was all risky business, to be sure. But that was a bridge she'd deal with when she needed to cross it. For now, she was just happy to be meeting up with him again. It'd been a while, several months at the least (she hadn't been keeping track), and it would be nice to see a friendly, familiar face after all this time.
Who was she kidding, really? It went beyond just her desire for companionship; she was looking forward to seeing Cam specifically. In the months that had passed, she wondered if he'd changed any. Would he be clean-shaven, or scruffy? Would he be wearing some relaxed clothes, or be dressed up in business attire? Would he greet her with a smile, or with a frown? These were all minor points, hardly worth wondering about but she couldn't seem to help herself. They were better questions to dwell on than whether he would be happy to see her again or just eager to end their fledgling relationship altogether. It was a fear that she couldn't really seem to shake for some reason, like the early signs of a cold that while didn't make you sick made you feel unsettled all the same. Her mind was a funny thing like that, plaguing her with all sorts of ridiculous what if scenarios that many of which would never come to fruition. So, she occupied her brain with trivialities instead.
According to their correspondence, brief though it was, they were supposed to meet at the Northern Province Park which was a well-maintained park that was spread over around twenty-five acres. It was full of winding hiking trails, benches, vendors, and many secluded spots in which a couple looking for some privacy could sneak away to. Elina had been the one to suggest this public park for their rendezvous since she'd always enjoyed the place when she was younger, and it seemed a sublime place for a reunion between friends and lovers alike--both of which could be applied to Cam and Elina. But for how much longer those titles would be applicable, she couldn't be sure. It would depend largely upon him since her mind was made up, more or less. For right now, she wanted to be with him. She couldn't say if that desire would last forever, but it was all that mattered right now. The Zeltron had always tried to live in the now, not the future and not the past (although the latter sometimes dragged her back without her consent).
At this time of day, there weren't very many people in the park and so it wouldn't be hard for Elina to spot Cam or vice versa. With her hair pulled up into small, messy bun and wearing casual clothes--a turquoise top and dark jeans--she didn't draw any inordinate amount of attention than any other Zeltron wandering the grounds. In the fading light of dusk, her red skin seemed almost golden, giving her an almost ethereal silhouette as she walked the dirt and pebble path. Trees, bushes, and flowers flanked either side of the even pathway that the Zeltron tread like a little lost soul. Not far from this particular trail was also a lake, not as large or as magnificent as one might find on Naboo or Alderaan, but still lovely enough to warrant notice as well. She let her gaze stray to the beautiful environment, allowing nature to soothe her nerves and keep her distracted from her inner turmoil and tumultuous thoughts.
A small voice in the back of her mind threatened her with the possibility of Cam standing her up. They'd agreed to meet at this location at this time, and the fact that she hadn't met up with him yet did nothing to help her frazzled state. In all honesty, she wouldn't blame him if he didn't come. She'd left without much in the way of an explanation, so how could she expect him to be understanding towards her previous plight? The truth was going to have to come out sooner or later about Wes, but she couldn't help but hope that it would remain one of those skeletons in her closet, the ones that she never shared or spoke about with anyone else. It wasn't important that he know about that now since it was all said and done, right? Elina knew that she wasn't rationalising so much as she was justifying, and that realisation was enough to warrant an even more severe disapproval of her past behaviour. He deserved some sort of explanation, at the very least. If only so he knew that it hadn't been him that was the problem.
Speaking of the past brought up a recollection of the most recent events that she'd been involved in. Her recent 'death' had given her back some freedom that she hadn't noticed that she'd lost; she no longer had to look over her shoulder, continually worried that she'd find herself at the wrong end of a Confederate bounty hunter's blaster rifle. She supposed that she could thank De Souza for that since she wouldn't have been able to pull off such an act without his assistance. Despite all the trouble that the Firrerreo had been, some good had certainly come from the situation. It was certainly a memory that she would smile and laugh about later, if only because of the absurdity of it if nothing else. Guests at a cocktail party would no doubt be enthralled by the story should she ever tell it, but that seemed unlikely because to tell anyone the truthful tale would be to endanger not only her own life but Souza's as well. For all intents and purposes, they were dead to the Galaxy at large. And in that misconception, there was an anonymous safety for the both of them. Elina wouldn't risk breaching that security if she could help it.
Halting in her meandering, she took a seat on a little wooden bench just between two overgrown trees whose leafy branches had stretched towards one another in such a way and to such an extent that they'd almost created a sort of natural cover, capable of shielding the bench from sun and rain alike. It was the perfect spot to sit and wait, and so that was what the Zeltron did. Here, Elina would sit and wait for Cam to show up, if he did at all. Glancing down, she folded her hands into her lap and released a tense breath. She sincerely hoped he would come, though. Otherwise the day would end in a rather lonely manner, and not to her preference.
Name:Emma Hirst Nicknames: Lady Hirst Gender: Female Age: 17 Nationality: English Current residence: Bordeaux, Aquitaine