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What are their homes like in the "middle class?"

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

So my idea is that one of my characters is Catholic and does some charity work. How would Catholicism have evolved? What differences should I look out for? Is there a church she can attend?

Also, I plan on both characters being of the middle East and would love to have one of the other characters living in the same home! Anyone is welcome to be a part of our "family"

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

@MissCapnCrunch. Can I also play two characters?

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

@MissCapnCrunch I had a question about religion. Is this something that might still be around? How about Charity work?

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Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Back Up Character One

{Hestia Gristmill}

Race:
Gemmenite
Age:
18
Element(s):
Earth
Height:
5'7"

Bio:
When Hestia was born it was a sad day. The sun was shining and birds chirping. Harvest had been fantastic and the people rejoiced in their plenty. However, Hestia was born with pale skin that was completely covered in freckles which glittered gold in the sunlight. Her hair was mouse brown and her eyes would soon become the colour of jade. The issue with this was that she looked nothing like her mother's husband. In fact, she looked exactly like the merchant from the town over who came to sell earthen pots now and again.

Oldrin, her mother's husband, was enraged. This bastard child was not his and he refused to care for her. Hestia's mother died shortly after birthing her due to complications and bleeding out. Rather than abandon the child, Oldin decided to keep her. The more she grew the more he worked her. She was his servant - laundry, mending socks, cooking, and cleaning were all apart of her childhood. If he was to keep his wife's mistake she may as well be useful.

He also became a heavy drinker and when he drank he became mean. He would beat her and his usually harsh words pierced like knives. When she was eight she began to discover that she had an affinity with the earth. In addition to all of her other chores, he had her control the stone his mill used to grind the grain for the local farmers. She was more adept and quick than the traditional mule. She spent her life in shadow, small despite her abnormally tall height and broken. Hestia was shy, hesitant, and fearful of the world. Kids tended to call her "Flour Mouse" or "Curdled Milk" for her dirty and strange appearance.

When the Drakken came for the Gems, Oldin practically pushed her onto them and asked she be taken. He did not want to have her under his feet any longer. She had to wonder if living with the Drakken would be more kind than the monster who would have been her father.
Other:
n/a
Adult Content Preference:
Love me a well-timed black out.

Back Up Character 2

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{Tempest the Traveler}

Race:
Gem
Age:
24
Element(s):
Air
Height:
5'3"

Bio:
Tempe was born to a travelling group of rogues and performers. They moved from town to town with the weather patterns. Where it was warm they followed to make their coin. She had never known a home beyond a wagon. She had never worn shoes and never had rules. She could stay up as late as she wished and spoke with adults as an equal. She learned to dance and sing and play a multitude of musical instruments from a young age. Her life was the same and yet always different. There were new people to meet and friends to make. With her family, she travelled wherever it was the wind took them. Sometimes she would go hungry. Sometimes she had enough to eat she could barely move. Sometimes she got to wear beautiful jewellery and sometimes it had to be sold in order to obtain necessities. But one thing that was always constant was her parents, her siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and runaways.

Tempe could ride horseback and be very adept at speaking. She could haggle a merchant down like an old crone. Sometimes she could come across as sharp and blunt. She had never been one to bite back her words. This got her into fights occasionally. She would often get beat if she couldn't run away in time. Tempe was quick on her feet. The only thing she could ever cook well was stew. Everything else tended to burn.

While they were visiting a large city, the Drakken came to collect their prize. Unfortunately, Tempe couldn't run fast enough and got caught along with the village girls.
Other:
n/a
Adult Content Preference:
*giggles and blushes* oh gawsh, I ain't never learned none of that... I'm a proper lady you see.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

[Adorabella]

_{Bride of Unknown @"character player" and Sister Bride of Unknown @"character player"
Interacting with: Sorrin @WeepingLiberty}

She saw his boots approach with his voice. Her heartbeat drummed a rapid beat in her chest. She could feel her blood rushing through her and create a whooshing sound in her ears. She heard him speak. Was it to her? She lifted her head to find him looking calmly and expectantly down toward her. Adorabella obeyed and stood, demurely approaching one of the countless men who had her fate in his hand.
“Exquisite,” he said, his fingers gently brushing against her sash. She was confused. There was something menacing about him but his tone and his gestures seemed to almost be a compliment. Her brows furrowed as she inclined her head in thanks. “I assume you felt our fine clothing wasn’t good enough for you.” She immediately shook her head, worry forcing acid into her throat. She couldn’t speak. Fear held her in place. “Very well, let us relieve you.” What?

His fingers snapped and Adorabella turned just as two Drakken men took hold of her. They were not at all gentle, holding her painfully enough to bruise. She cried out as quietly as she could and bit her lip as her clothing was stripped from her. She squeezed her eyes shut. She waited for the beating she thought was to come. The men let her go and she fell to the floor.

As she lifted her head the sash fell onto her. It was warm still with her body heat. Her naked body seemed to absorb the cold much more quickly without the rough fabric she had been wearing. She moved into a kneeling position, holding the sash against her chest.

She watched as he began to put other minor tortures onto her sisters. When it came to the burning of their soles she winced and looked away. Her first thought was of a mixture, a poultice that she could apply to help the burn heal and soothe the pain. She had no access to these things through and that more than her nakedness made her feel helpless.

He went on to ramble about the lessons they were to learn. When it seemed time to go, she stood and wrapped the sash around her waist where it had rested before her clothes had been removed. The rest of her body remained exposed. She was not embarrassed by her curvy figure. She had spent many a day before her nobility training as a free, naked little sprite running through the forest. And even enjoying male partners. The cold hurt her more than her bare breast. The lurid stares of the male Drakken were merely laughable. She would not be made to feel ashamed of herself. She was exposed with pride and she held her head high. She was a noblewoman. More importantly, she was a woman of the forest. Of Water. Of healing. They would not strip away her identity.

Adorabella waited to leave with Sorrin before she followed the rest of the girls to their training. She vowed at that moment she would do all she could to take care of this poor, innocent girl. The men she had once thought could never be as monstrous as the stories had certainly proved themselves today. Her fear was replaced by a great desire to protect. She would take all the abuse onto herself before she would let any girl who wanted a place under her wing. “Come, walk slowly, take your time,” she cooed softly to Sorrin, stroking the taller girl’s soft blonde locks.

Summary

Adorabella is accosted by Sek and stripped bare just leaving her with her sash. In an act of 'defiance' she ties the sahs around he waist and leaves her body bare. She vows to take care of all Gems who come to her for help and has decided that Sorrin is her first charge.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

[Adorabella]

_{Bride of Unknown @"character player" and Sister Bride of Unknown @"character player"
Interacting with: Sorrin @WeepingLiberty}

Sorrin was better prepared than she for the cold of this place, it would seem. Though she could certainly understand Adorabella’s impending suffering, apart from potential abuse from their future mates. The girls pleasant and chipper demeanour made Adorabella feel more comfortable. She felt that she had indeed found a friend and she was not about to let that go. The smile widened on her face slightly. Before she could continue the conversation two Drakkan men entered the banquet hall.

Adorabella gracefully rose from her sitting position only to kneel on the ground. She bent forward and rested her forehead against the backs of her hands. Her palms lay flat against the freezing floor. She began to shiver as the cold seeped into her. The fire helped a little though as it warmed one side of her body.

She closed her eyes and prayed harder than she had ever prayed in her life. Was she about to go and meet her doom? The thing that would change her life forever? Was she prepared for this? She had to accept the change, or she could never find happiness here. But as she crouched there, breathing in the scent of the floor, all of her fears began to come alive. What if the man she was to marry was mean? What if he hurt her? What if he forced her to bear children? Round and round the inside of her head these questions spun. And she prayed that the man she would be paired with would at least show her some kindness.

She heard Sorrin speak. She hadn’t moved. Adorabella opened her eyes and looked at the girl’s feet. “Bow, I don’t want them to have an excuse to hurt you. His name matters not. I doubt we will be seeing too much more of him.” She tried to speak quietly enough to not cause a disturbance but loudly enough that her friend could hear her.

Summary

Adorabella decides she very much likes Sorrin and is then ordered to bow. Her fears begin to take her over before the fear of her new friend being hurt causes her to risk herself.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

[Adorabella]

_{Bride of Unknown @"character player" and Sister Bride of Unknown @"character player"
Interacting with: Sorrin @WeepingLiberty}

One of the Gems, a pretty blonde, sat down across from her and promptly began to shovel food into her mouth. ‘Must be starving,’ she thought, amused by how quickly the girl could demolish and then refill a plate. Nothing stood a chance against her. Adorabella did not spend much time watching the girl across from her eat. She watched many young women come in and start to fill the tables. Some seemed to know each other already and huddled close. Others appeared to be so overwhelmed in their upheaval that they sat alone and silent. Adorabella supposed she had been one of those.

“I’m Sorrin, what’s your name?” This snapped her attention back to the young woman. She had a huge grin on her face. It was an honest, open smile. She looked sweet, someone she might be able to trust. Adorabella enjoyed that she didn’t seem too horribly disturbed by all of this. She was even trying out some of the more exotic dishes that Adorabella could not even bring herself to eat. The only thing that gave away any discomfort in this girl’s face was the redness around her eyes – presumably from crying. Adorabella was sure she had a similar red ringed look. “Isn’t the food tasty?”

She realized she had been merely watching Sorrin and had not yet responded. Her thick lips spread into a warm, small smile as she returned Sorrin’s grin. “My name is Adorabella. Very lovely to meet you,” she said rather formally. She inclined her head in a sort of bow and then extended her hand to shake. “I agree, much of our fare is delicious. Some of it should probably go into the fire behind me,” she joked.

“What part of Gemmenia are you from?” she inquired, shifting into a more open and comfortable position. She wished to be friendly with Sorrin, a friend in these times would be worth more than gold. “I’m from a small village in the south. I’m not really used to all this cold. I sincerely hope whoever my husband will be will keep his home warm.” She rubbed her upper arms and shivered somewhat dramatically to get her point across.

Summary

Adorabella meets a potential new friend and after spacing out manages to have a conversation. THen complains about the cold.