House of Imbeciles

Name: Lauren Marti (Goes by Ren)

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown. She dresses as though she is older, though appears to be in her late twenties.

Occupation: Housekeeper, maid, and overall leading help for the Driscoll family.

Personality: Ren is, in some ways, suspiciously quiet. She rarely speaks until spoken to, but as she speaks, it is easy to find that she is not soft spoken. Her actions usually show that of great kindness towards the Driscoll family. She has served for a good ten years now. Ren has a motherly feeling about her, even though she is a tad distant towards even the family she serves. Though she may not express or show a great love for the many of them, she is always doing things on time, and going the extra mile to make sure each of them is taken care of and doing well. Though she is not the conventional person to be a receiver of love, she is widely appreciated among the households, and was always a favorite of the children, since she invested so much time in teaching the children how to read and write. The woman is well educated, not only in schooling, but in many other things. She is known as the eyes and ears of the Driscoll house, and knows of many affairs. There have been rumors of those outside the family that she has done under the table negotiations and exchanges of information throughout the household.

Appearance: Perhaps Ren's appearance contributes to how many conceive her to be older than her actual appearance leads on. Ren almost always has dark circles under her eyes, and whether it is due to exhaustion or insomnia or something else has not been determined. her hair is of either a light brown or a dark blonde, it seems. It is normally slightly messy, but always pulled back for her work. It is of the shorter sorts, a few inches blow her upper neck. She has a smaller face shape, and is not one to do much more than a smile, courtesy grin for anyone. Ren is not only fair skinned, but a bit too pale as she doesn't do much outside unless she has to. She is a shorter, smaller women with a medium sized bust for her smaller stature. Her eyes are a dark green with long lashes. Even though she appears petite, Ren is quite stronger than she appears, and she proves so by so much as doing a man's work when asked to. She has thin lips, larger feet, and quite thin eye brows.

Biography: Ren is a mystery. Unknown to her household, and their rivals, Ren has an ability to transcend time, along with a lack of aging. Though she is not immortal, unless forced, no harm befalls her as she ages as her body does not do so. Because of this, the woman can be seen in picture after picture after picture of those who have served the Driscoll family throughout the generations, which she is often urgent in keeping away from other eyes. I suppose you could guess that she is obsessed with the Driscoll family, and in a way, has been haunting them for years with her presence, though she will leaving a good few decades and come back to avoid suspicion. She has a great deal of information from many generations of the Driscoll and Slane feud. There have been rumors of this truth, but they have been nothing more than that, and no one seems to bother her with the possibility. Why she stays for so long and what her motives were are unknown. Her family is unknown and her background is unknown. It was not until up until recently that the Driscoll family took to promoting her as an assistant to all family business, and according to them, a new member of their family due to her loyalty and investment.

Other: Eh, hope this makes sense I guess. I have more coming no worries.

Name: Adrian Green

Age:18

Gender: Femil

Occupation: Resource Hunter/Hermit and Bounty Hunter

Personality: Adrian is a quiet, withdrawn person, though that's not to say she's timid or shy. Quite the contrary, Adrian is a very brave but prefers the company of animals or silence after living in the woods for years. Because she resides in nature, she is an extraordinary hunter-gatherer and survivalist. Living off the land comes easily to her and she's formed a sort of "bond" with the land itself. Able to predict weather and animal behavior with extreme precision, its almost like nature is whispering in her ear. This bonds transcends more that knowledge as she is able to befriend animals very easily. When hunting, she likes to take along a friend for mutual betterment. These animals usually include wolves or bears, but she has been known to rely on birds or rodents for more precise information on where or what a target is. Instead of talking to the animals, they share emotions, images, and sensations when communicating. Adrian's skills are suited for more than just hunting animals, however. It turns out that humans aren't much different from beast when they're being followed. Usually during the Winter months or when a drought or any other kind of disaster befalls the woods, Adrian sets out into the human world in search of criminals with high bounty's on their heads. These excursions are kept to a minimum and she works exclusively in capture. Adrian has never killed another human being. Her weapon of choice is a bow, but is not shy to brawling and knife-fighting. Relying on the element of surprise or precise, speedy blows to take down her opponents are her bread-and-butter. She is not keen on smiling or laughing. 

Appearance: Adrian stands at a short 5'2, but she is thankful for her meekness for it allows her to move around in smaller areas and hide easier. Besides her height, her most distinguishable feature is her freakishly red hair. Not your typical ginger, her hair is incredibly bright and is mostly seen as unnatural. She keeps her hair cut very short and usually tucks it away in a hood or cap as to not attract attention while in hunts or in public. Her eyes are a pale green and are quite unremarkable. Her face is flat with a curved nose and close-together eyes. Her lips and quite ordinary and her eyebrows are bushy. Her general body structure is naturally bulky and is only enhanced by her toned muscles. Her body is covered in scars from past conflicts and accidents and converge mostly on her face and especially her hands. Notable scars include a thick gash on her chin, a thin line running from her left brow to just under her hairline, and a large, clean cut on the bridge of her nose. She's also missing a small but noticeable chunk from the bottom of her right earlobe. 

Biography: A former member of the Slane family, Adrian was once the daughter of the current head of the house and her named was once "Susan Slane". She was groomed to one day be a proper lady, but she fell short in almost every category: She was too impatient to dress like she should and refused the help of any butlers or maids. Adrian would blatantly ignore table manners and eat like a savage whenever food was put before her. Engaging in civil conversation was also a train-wreck because she would generally ignore the person she was talking to because she usually cared very little for what they had to say. And her political skills were, to be blunt, that of a peasant. Instead, Adrian usually skipped out on these training sessions and would either join her brothers in sport and swordplay or help the servants with their chores. She was especially adept at archery and spent all the time she could shooting a bow and even learned how to properly make one from the Warden, her instructor. Warden was a tall, thin man with thin, brown hair and scruffy facial hair he didn't seem to keep very well. Adrian was very fond of Warden because he treated her how she wanted to be treated, which was like a friend rather than a princess like everyone else. The two spent a lot of time together until he was fired from the staff after the family learned of their friendship. This, of course, upset Adrian, but she was forced to forget him and find alternate ways to expend her energy. Unfortunately, many servants and instructors would send her away before she had the chance to engage in the activities. When Adrian got unlucky, she would run out to the woods outback their estate and go on long walks and little adventures. If she entered the trees, she would stay until it started getting dark as no one on staff or in the family would go search for her. Of course, many people (especially her parents) disapproved of her lifestyle and Adrian was constantly in trouble. But, she made loopholes around them. Bed without dinner? She'd sneak out and snatch some food from the kitchen. When she got older and more used to the wilderness, she even began foraging in the woods. There was nothing they could take from her because they could not get rid of the outside. Though, all good things most come to an end. When Adrian was coming of age at 16 years old, her mother and father began to get very serious about her becoming a lady. They would lock her in rooms with instructors and would deny her food or breaks until she completed the task put before her. This meant that Adrian couldn't go to the forest as much as she liked during the day, so she would sneak out at night. This was also cut short by her oppressive parents, because she was given personal guards who would make sure she got to all her classes and would work as centuries during the night. Finally, Adrian couldn't stand it anymore and knew she had to run away. For months she planned and plotted all the different ways she would leave the house. Her final plan revolved around her sneaking out of her room though a her window, stealing all the food and water she could carry, and then run into town and then get any jobs she could. She decided she would be alright with sleeping on the streets until she could afford to leave in a house. This did not go as planned. After putting on her warmest clothing and putting on a backpack, Adrian did manage to climb down the house out of her window, as there were many ledges on the mansion she could get a foothold on. Unfortunately, she had neglected to keep the night guards in her plot, as they quickly spotted her and began chasing her down. Adrian knew that getting supplies was out of the question now and she had to think of a new alternative. As she ran around back, the woods seemed to call to her when she passed them. Then she knew where she had to go, but she couldn't go as she was. No, she needed a bow. She was able to hide from the guards long enough for them to lose her, and after they were out of sight, she made a sprint towards the archery range, aware the guards would be back any second. She was able to snatch a bow and enter the woods before the guards were able to catch up to her. They quickly lost track of her in the unfamiliar land. Relieved she'd escaped, Adrian was faced with a new threat: survival. Though she had basic capabilities, she quickly became overwhelmed and nearly died of starvation. Luckily, a fellow hermit name Geralf was able to save her from such a fate and taught her everything she needed to know about living in the woods. At this point, "Susan" became "Adrian" when Geralf had asked her name.  It took years before he was sure she was able to live by herself and once he was, he left. Adrian protested, but he wasn't having any of it. After he left, Adrian lived alone until she began to discover the mysterious powers she possessed. The life up until now had been uneventful, except for a rather dangerous Bounty she took that nearly killed her. As it turned out, her target was a master swordsman and proved too strong an opponent after slicing her nose nearly too the blow in a form of "warning shot". Recently, the two families' warring has been calling on many mercenaries and Adrian has been offered work from both sides. She has yet to decide to get revenge on the Slanes or stay in her woodland home.

Other
: Her main animal buddies are Geralf the Bear, Scratch the Wolf, and Warden the Hawk. Warden being more-or-less her living partner and the others being close associates. 

((OOC: Dammit. I was really hoping on trying necromancer in this rp when SOMEONE had to come in and snatch up the whole "communing" with the dead thing. I hate you, Kauss.))

JK luv u

Name: Cedric Abbot

Age: 24


Gender: Boyo

Occupation: An engineer currently being funded by the Weft family, which is an associate of the Driscolls. He works for himself, but allows the Wefts to use his inventions so they will continue to fund his research.


Personality: Cedric is, in one word, jittery. A ball of a seemingly endless amount of energy, one could say. The only thing that can tame his behavior and bring him down to what people see as normal is his work. His obsessive nature is far stronger than his hyperactive habits. When working, he completely zones out of the real world and slip into a universe of cogs, gears, and springs. He works quite efficiently as well and finds enjoyment in all steps of the process. Conceptual, experimentation, success, and even failure invigorate him and drive him to discover more. This matched with his natural tendency to become obsessed are a deadly cocktail and it isn't uncommon for Cedric to indulge in unhealthy habits such as skipping meals and sleep for days on end. There isn't a question if his lifestyle is unhealthy, but it doesn't matter much to him. As long as he can breathe he'll keep working until he drops dead. Cedric is also quite anti-social and is unnerved by involvement with other people. 

Appearance: Being as reclusive as he is, it isn't hard to believe that his appearance reflects this quite a bit. Cedric's skin is unnaturally pale and scars line his arms from passed experiments and devices. One might also imagine him being quite scrawny, but he is actually fairly muscular due to the heavy materials and equipment he works with. He might be slightly stronger than the average man, but soldiers and even farmers outclass him. His hair is a dark brown that looks black because it's very thick and its constantly matted and tangled due to his little interest in taking care of it. He has a full beard that follows the style of his head to a T. He generally wears work clothes that include heavy leather gloves and boots and a thick apron that holds many small tools like hammers and tongs. He wears a pair of goggles that have a number of retractable magnifying glasses his left (and dominant) eye.

Biography: Cedric was born into a poor family that owned a small repair shop. His father was technically trained as a carpenter, but settle for general repair when he couldn't find any good work. While not in poverty, the family was just barely keeping its head above the water and Cedric suffered the consequences along with his parents. Because they were poor, Cedric had to skip school most days in order to help his father with the shop. This ignited the spark that became the blazing flame of curiosity that has sustained itself to this day. The irony of Cedric's life is even on days his father had no work for him, Cedric would still play hooky and raid the nearby libraries for books on mechanics and more advanced engineering. It wasn't long before he started making simple designs for small engines and basic firearms. His talents were not missed by a local university, which granted him a full-ride scholarship in there engineering programs. Needless to say, he was very successful. After graduating a year early, the Weft family quickly snatched him up for employment. While he did have other options, no one else granted him unlimited resources. The fact that they keep his findings a secret from the rest of the world makes him uncomfortable, but he plans on eventually leaving them when he can share his inventions with the world.

Other: He builds shit.

Name: Caiden Blaire

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Occupation: Blademaster/Mercenary

Personality: Caiden is very protective over his sister, and always has a watchful eye and keen ears. He will do anything to protect his sister, and the same is likewise for her. Most of the time he tends to be very serious and intimidating to others, making them know he is powerful. It's only when he is just with his sister, or with people he trusts, that he drops his stern attitude and lightens up. When he's this way, he enjoys himself and will have fun. Otherwise, Caiden is very to the point and likes things to be done quick, although he will accept a challenge any day.

Appearance: Caiden stands at around 5'10, with a slender body. He has fair skin and toned muscles on his arms. His auburn hair naturally grows in an upward spike in the front, that refuses to fall, no matter how hard he brushes it. Along his checks and the bridge of his nose is a sprinkle of freckles. Caiden's eyes are a bright hazel that never seems to stay one color.

Biography: Since they were children, Caiden and Lizzy have been inseparable. Whether it was helping their parents around the house, or playing in the yard, the Blaire siblings did everything together. They didn't live in the wealthiest of families, but that didn't matter. They were loved and always filled with joy. That was until the day that they watched their parents get murdered by a robber. Ever since then, Caiden and Lizzy have had to fend for themselves, and make their own money. To do so, they took up the job of mercenaries of their own proficiencies. Following in his fathers footsteps, Caiden took up swordsmanship, and trained to the point where he knows how to use many different blades. Hence his title of Blademaster. Lizzy followed in her mothers footsteps, and became a magician, proficient in elemental and supportive magic. In their present age, they will take up any job from delivering/receiving parcels, to assassination. All as long as the price is right.

Other: Will not be separate from him on any job, or at any place. Ever.

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Name: Elizabeth "Lizzy" Blaire

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Occupation: Magician/Mercenary

Personality: In contrast to her brother, Lizzy is more on the care free side of life. She loves to enjoy her surrounding and life to the fullest. Almost always with a smile on her face, she is caring to all. But don't be fooled by this outwardly appearance. On the inside, Lizzy is fierce and dealt, and step has the tongue for it. When the time comes, she gets right down to business.

Appearance: Lizzy is slightly shorter than her brother, at 5'8. She has the same auburn colored hair as her brother, that flows long and wavy, down to her shoulder blades. She is sometimes seen with her hair up in a bun. Like her brother, she has a spray of freckles across her cheeks and nose.

Biography: Read Caiden's bio.

Other: Like her brother, she will not be separate from him on any job, or at any place. Ever.

I kind of left it so that which ever side gets to them first and offers them a job they'll work for. They are mercenaries , but if you need, I'll pick a side

Cool! And yeah, since they're mercenaries it's kind of like first dibs, and I wanna see how the houses react to that. And I'd love for that to happen when the characters meet. I think this is gonna be a pretty cool rp

(OOC: Sorry for the length. I got carried away. Also, sorry if the italicized dialogue is hard to follow. I'm still trying to figure out a way to differentiate the dialogue from the living and the dead. The quotation marks were a last minute decision.)

Arthfael’s POV:

Ah, my brother Oran. Good ole Oran, standing atop a fallen bough with arms akimbo, barrel-chest thrust outward with a mighty sniff. The apex predator of his Slanely Domain. Oran the Dull, I called him. He wasn’t the sharpest dagger in the armory, but I loved him all the same. Yes, good ole Oran; brute, vulgarian, and wont to pick his teeth clean in full view of the public. Oraaaaaaan.

The very same Oran whose persuasion in women I might never understand. He leapt off the rotting bough and wrapped his hand around Elsha O’Connor, staking a claim to a bag of cats no one was eager to have.

Ah, but Elsha. Good ole Elsha. How I loathed Elsha. Voluptuous, giggling Elsha. She had the bosom of a pigeon and the personality of one, too.

"Why did he bring Fanny Hill along?" Formerly Uncle Lorcan asked with a snort. He was losing visibility the farther we strayed from the Slane Estate.

“Says she’s having trouble adjusting to the countryside, uncle,” I said, pouting. “Poor girl can’t make any friends. Fancy that.”

"That is because the people on this side of the country have remarkably good taste," he spat. "With the exception of those dirty Driscolls."

“Hush, uncle,” I said, schooling the smile from my face. “That’s not a kind thing to say.”

Elsha peered over her shoulder at us — or me, as poor Uncle Lorcan lost his claim to physicality after the horse incident — and Olan pat her back in reassurance.

“Just ignore ‘im,” Olan said. “He’s not talking to you.”

“Dear God no, only about you,” I corrected.

With a prompt harrumph, Elsha O’Connor spun on a heel, picked up her skirts and stepped over the fallen bough. She stomped across the damp mulch of the forest floor and met me nose-to-nose, a taper finger jabbing my chest with every word of her angry drawl.

“I have had quite enough of you and your antics, Mr. Arthfael,” she said, scowling. “In spite of everything you’ve heard about me, I am a woman in good standing! My constitution is respectable, my manner is reputable, and my stitching is unparalleled.”

“Ah, so you excel at being utterly useless?” I wondered.

“Arty!” Olan warned.

"My, that was an exceedingly wordy way of saying she resolved to have no greater purpose in life," Uncle Lorcan said. "What happened to that first Scottish lass? That was a nice one for Oran."

“Oh, you mean Ms. Laire?” I nodded. “Yes, she had a heart of brass. I liked her.”

“No!” Elsha hollered, stomping a foot. “I mean me, you inconsiderate—”

“I wasn’t speaking to you, Ms. O’Connor,” I said frankly, pointing to my left. “I was speaking to Uncle Lorcan. Elsha, Uncle Lorcan. Uncle Lorcan, Elsha. I don’t know why I bother as he’s already met you before…”

"I’d show her my pale arse if I could!" my uncle scoffed.

Elsha regarded the empty space beside me with a moue. She shook her skirting in a fit and stormed through my uncle, continuing down the trail in the general direction of the estate. Olan was quick to follow, striking the back of my head with an open palm as he passed me by.

“Now you’ve done it!” he called out.

"Good," my uncle said, dusting imaginary debris off his overcoat. "Piss off, you dull wench. Serves her right for two-timing my nephew."

“No, uncle, that was Ms. Laire who had an affair on Oran,” I reminded, watching the two lovers have their spat in the distance. “Elsha is quite simply intolerable.”

"Oh. Is that so?" My uncle started back toward the clearing with a shrug. "Well, nice girl, Laire. She was a keeper."

Sparing one last look at Olan and his floozy, I followed my uncle onward to the clearing. He walked through the fallen bough; I stepped over it. The not-so-subtle differences of the living and the dead. I fished an ace of spades out of my overcoat pocket and brushed a thumb over the crumpled surface. You will be out soon, my friend.

"A playing card, really?" my uncle huffed.

“It was the only thing I had on hand at the moment,” I said, dully. “And the landlady was insistent that I do something about her little haunting immediately.”

"I shouldn’t be surprised," he said. "You trapped your poor Aunt Edme in a can of shoe polish. So tell me, will I like this new fellow?"

“He seemed a gent,” I said, hemming and hawing. “A bit mentally frazzled by his predicament…”

A set of footsteps and accompanying voices permeated the near-silence. I stopped on a heel and tucked the ace of spades back into my overcoat pocket. Later, my friend.

“Well well,” I said, smiling. “What have we here? Company?”

"Driscolls…" Uncle Lorcan hissed.