Appearance: Rhoslyn is about 5' tall and typically wears red plaid outfits but sometimes will change for a darker schematic. Her silver hair sits about shoulder length contrasting her crimson eyes. Noticeably relevant are the black cat ears atop her head that stick out promanantly due to their functioning nature, which she constantly tries to find was to cover typically with a hat or bonnet
Occupation/Relation: skullery maid
Personality: Rhoslyn is short and lovable which gives her a naturally charismatic side allowing her to become close friends with people but this is also a downfall because it is used mostly for manipulation. Her cat ears give her amazing hearing allowing her to eavesdrop from a room over. But if you chose to be close and truly learn about her she is kind and lovable and a little shy.
History: Rhoslyn was born into a family of Cultists. At a young age she was inducted as an Acolyte spending most of her time doing mostly alter preparations such as drawing circles and lighting the candles. She indured many dangerous ritual incantations, one such incantations left her posessed. After the entity was expelled there were residual effects left behind causing her to grow cat ears. Her family and all people around her demonized her and cast her out at the age of 16 to walk the streets alone.
One day in a dark ally she heard hushed speaking of a castle owned by a "northam family" called manor north. The men spoke of a curse of the supernatural. Due to her curious nature she knew she had to look into it. Using her skills in persuasion she found her way into the manor via becoming a skullery maid
Quirk: upon seeing the manor something snapped inside of Rhoslyn enticing her to go closer. No matter the cost.
She has an unnatural obsession with the house. Her eyes dilated.
If anything is out of sorts, she will notice. She becomes hysterical.
Her paintings as of recently have been dark, unusual, and abstract. This is odd for her.
Privately, she stares at herself in the mirror. For a long time.
Simply, quirks. Nothing to question, right?
As custom permits, a widow must wear mourning clothing for two years from when she loses her beloved. Deepest mourning is portrayed in black which is symbolic for spiritual darkness. A widow grieves the longest because part of who she is, is her husband. She suffers far more than anyone else does, at least that is what is socially believed.
If Josephine didn't marry well, she wouldn't be adorned with reflective paramatta silk, but with bombazine. If she didn't marry well, she would be forced to marry again. If she didn't marry well, her son, who has yet to turn six, would have no future. If she didn't marry well...
She is fortunate to have married into the Northam family. If it weren't for the kindness of her father-in-law, she would've been driven to suicide. Even with the land left behind by Morrie, it is barren without him. That underling sadness walks with her where ever she goes and for a year, since his death, Josephine has been a ghost among her family.
Her beautiful, pale skin and cheeks kissed by roses no longer have the vibrancy it did before his death. It has become a rarity for her to smile, which was part of her charm. She, who reminded people of the morning star, is reserved now, and the beauty she had since birth, her dark waves of hair, her full-bodied red lips, and her lithe frame... they carry a different, more bewitching appeal.
Josephine Northam is not the same woman she once was.
Her mother always wanted her to marry well, so that she didn't have to worry about working. Her mother too became a widow and opened a shop, taking up needlework, since she had no family to aid her. At the time, Jo was far too young to do so herself. Observing her mother's struggles gave Jo the drive to find suitors to steal her away from her reality.
Morrie was who she chose, having met him while her mother tailored his first suit for himself and not something that was provided for him from his father. The rest was history and they were drawn to each other like her mother was drawn to sex. The only work that was ever required of her was being there for their son. She did take up some hobbies to make up for her only attribute being her silver tongue, like painting.
The reason she is staying at Manor North is because Morrie's parents were concerned for her well-being, as well as their grandchild's. Their estate is in the heart of London, in Westminster, but she hasn't visited for eight months. She considers herself a resident at Manor North, even if the property doesn't belong to her.
She has silent resentment for her brother-in-law, who hasn't been with the family for ages. In her eyes, he may be the eldest, but he's the least deserving of the Northam name, and everything that comes with it.
Somewhere, deep within her everlasting grieving self, there is the blissful, youthful flower child. The girl that didn't like wearing tight, barely breathable dresses. The girl who let her hair run wild in the comfort of her mother's shop. The girl who defied status quo and became a trendsetter. That outspoken, fiery spirit, full of laughter, known as Jo hasn't been seen in months. The shell that is who everyone sees is a woman with innate grace, that takes it upon herself to be soft spoken unless stirred, and has a striking stare that hits the heart. A stare carrying far more weight than any human should carry.
As mentioned above, Josephine is the daughter of a seamstress. For reasons only known to her, she cut ties with her only blood family member. Mortimer pursued her when she was fifteen, he was seven years older than her. They spent some of their honeymoon phase sightseeing. Once they returned, their biggest obstacle became having a child. Unfortunately, this gave Morrie an appetite for other women's flesh, causing Jo to turn to alcohol and self harm.
Reaching her late twenties, she was prepared to give up on this pursuit, and permit him to impregnate one of his whores. Surprised he hadn't. That is until one night, something came over her husband, and she had one of the best nights of her life. She was reminded of the days that he only saw her. It was dark, but his scent was intoxicating and his glowing eyes were welcoming. Nine months later Nicholas was born. Her angel from God. Her blessing. He is one of the most charming, lovable boys anyone can ever meet, and he is her's.
For five years, regardless of her husband's habits, she didn't feel alone and had her son to keep her company. She started to believe she didn't need her husband to function. And then he died. Everything became blurry and she couldn't be there for her son anymore. Not like she once was. She didn't think she'd get this sad, but even with his infidelity, he loved her and provided for her. Now, she is in the house that he deserved and is left in the hands of a man that he despised. His older brother.
Age: 5 | Dialogue color: A1A2F1 x
Nicholas has an imaginary friend! No one believes him when he says Tootz called to him.
Now they play!
Tootz is his bestest squid friend, who is in a TOP SECRET room.
There's a lot of secrets here! x
Golden locks, the ocean in his eyes, and innocence in his smile. Nicholas looks nothing like his mother and if it wasn't for the blonde hair, he wouldn't even resemble his father – his father was more of a dirty blonde. His eyes is what makes his appearance an abnormality, but because of how the halls of Manor North light up when he explores, there is no doubt in Jo's heart that Nicholas belongs there.
Josephine's theory has always been that her birth father, who she never met, was a french man, which justified her son's looks and assured her family that she did not sleep out of wedlock. Even if Nicholas was a bastard of some sort, he's not, it wouldn't take long for everyone to fall in love with him. The boy is as wholesome as wholesome comes.
"Grammy and Gramps went to visit daddy for a very long time. Somewhere far, far from here. One day, I'll visit. Tootz said he'll even take me!
Mommy is very sad. But you know what makes me sad? She doesn't read me books anymore. When daddy was here, she did that A LOT.
... I don't remember daddy, but I do remember mommy's smile. And when daddy was here, she smiled A LOT.
I promise I'll bring her smile back. Maybe uncle can help!"
Nicholas finds every nook and cranny, unexplored territory, and secret within the Manor. He goes where no child has traveled before! This ball of joy is inquisitive, curious, daring, INGENIOUS, and spirited. Extremely spirited. Due to his observant and insightful nature, he notices things that most people wouldn't give a second glance to. Much like his mother use to be, he is compassionate, bright, and full of ambition. He isn't afraid to say what is on his mind and loves when people pay attention to him. Now, if only he could get his mother to forget his father and look at him. That seems like a challenging task, but when there's a will there's a way!
Five years of constant love and adoration from his mother. Nothing beats that! The world was their oyster and they played many games of make-believe. Then people started dying. At first, Nicholas didn't know what death meant. Three months in the Manor, he met Tootz and Tootz explained it to him, without treating him like a child. Now, Nicholas decides to pretend to be charmingly childish to make people assume he doesn't know the fate of his father and grandparents.
Joesphine is well aware of how smart her son is. However, she is a bit distracted with herself to notice where his hunger for knowing things is leading him to. His relationship with his father was estranged because Nicholas didn't like how his father acted and how his mother treated him like a god among men. His father was the only thing wrong with the equation of Nicholas and mommy time.
A year ago, the youngest Northam had dark thoughts when his father took his mother away from him. All she did was rock him to sleep and sing him a lullaby, but his father told her to make the nanny do it. They had more important matters to discuss.
The amount of times his father made everything about him angered the little one. Nicholas wanted mommy to himself. The next morning Mortimer was found dead in his sleep, assumed to have died from heart failure. This should've been the best thing to happen to the child. And yet, the death of his father changed his mother.
This isn't what Nicholas wanted.
Subsequently, grandpa invited them over to stay for good and his mother turned into someone he didn't recognize. From the sheer loneliness, and annoyance of his grandparents' microparenting, Nicholas decided to spend his days exploring. It didn't take too long until he found a hidden guest room, with a spare bathroom. In the bathroom, his friend waits for him.
His friend makes him happy.
Tootz has made everything better since mommy's spirit stopped being her's.
Suddenly i get the impression this is not casual anymore - so much detail Oo.
Haha. You'll be fine. There's a few of us around that spend a lot of time personalising CS sheets with artistic flair. I myself have done some really detailed stuff before but I stuck with a simpler, easier format for this one. I also haven't properly RPed in a while so I need to knock off a bit of the rust, so to speak.
If you want any advice on styling I'm sure one of us can help you out, but don't feel like you have to step up your game or anything if you're comfortable with your level.
From the looks of the pace as well, it's not gonna be too fast so you might be able to spend some time on your posts in order to make something you're proud of.
@ThemerlinhawkLove the sound of this. I'll work up a character if you're still looking.
Maybe a distant cousin of Lord Northam who tends to live off the charity of his relatives as he fritters away his allowance on food, drink and travel to mysterious parts of the world, meeting strange people, eating stranger things. Now come to Manor North to lay low from some debt collectors back in London.
Is this still accepting? I've been browsing the interest checks and newer RPs and this is the only premise that's piqued my interest thus far. I have a WIP in mind for an older member of the house staff, having been around since the Lord's parents' time. She would be the house chef, but used to be the overall housekeeper until the younger girls joined to take on more of the cleaning duties. She would kind of be like the maternal/grandmaternal(is that even a word?) personality of the house, but with a dark twist~