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May. 13th, 2005 @ 04:04 pm
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This is an OOC character bio for Finbree. It's kind of just for my referrence to know where she's coming from, cause I have no idea where she's going. :P
OOC originsShe started out as a roleplaying fancharacter in a Tamora Pierce-based finishing school RPG, but I've grown rather attached to her and want her to branch out a bit. I kind of tweaked her history a bit so that it isn't entirely restrictive to the Tortallan universe, but has a little of all the games I've dragged her through, and all the varying universes. She's quite the world traveller, really.
( Finbree of Ildarin Character Biography (So Far) )
And wow. That was boring but it felt good to write out. If you lived through that you get a cookie, and now you know the coveted history. Or something.Current Mood:  creative |
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Mar. 7th, 2005 @ 02:45 pm
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Apparently either Jukeson or Halfax are Gifted, because I got a return letter awfully speedy. Also, how'd mine get to them so fast? Well, ours is not to wonder. Anyway, this is somewhat reassuring, if silly. Really, Lady...
Dear Lady Finbree,
We received your letter regarding the predicament of Ildarin Fief. Tortallan law states that though you inherited Ildarin Fief in a manner of speaking you are not elligible to take proper control over it until you are of age anyway. Of age being at least twenty two years of age. If you were still remaining here, a steward would be appointed to you in your husband's stead. However, Ildarin is yours by right. We propose this solution to you:
Until you come of age the fief shall be run by Halfax, myself (Jukeson) and a council of men and women who can decide what is best for Ildarin. If this solution does not work for you, you may return to Ildarin to run it as you wish, with the guidance of the steward the law provides.
On a personal note Miss Finbree, one of the female camels, the mother of yours incidentally, bit the arm of her driver clean off this morning, and the rest of the camel keepers are being warned of the lethalness of the animals by Head Driver Maerit. Head Driver refused to have the camel killed
because she's a good brood animal and produces good milk. Just thought you ought to know. She'd been attempting to squash many a driver before the actual...ahem...festivities.
Please take care how you respond,
Halfax and Jukeson of Ildarin
Well, really! Kronk's mother decides to go and have herself a good lunch on the arm of one of those abominable drivers? I say that's perfectly fine! Those drivers started complaining of sea sickness when they signed on in the beginning anyway. They don't call camels ships of the desert for nothing. Drat it all, I almost wish there'd be another attack from the coast and this time the whole place could be cleaned out. Oh, the people I'd want out safe of course. No harm to anyone!
I've decided. It didn't take me but a moment. Let Jukeson, Halfax and the rest have Ildarin forever and a day! None of them took me seriously when I was living there anyway. Really, you spill one hot cup of tea into ONE visiting dignitary's lap and suddenly you're carrying the plauge. I wish I had the Gift so I could make anyone forget I was ever out here. I think I just might take up that invitation of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) alexnightshade 's to pull up stakes and move someplace else. Neverland, anywhere really, is much preferrable to Tortall. She seems a nice girl and I could use a friend who doesn't spit or smell or talk about how much they want to become a pirate. That sort of thing, as I told that boy when he talked about it, isn't relative. You either are a pirate or you aren't. It'll be nice to have human company once more. As long as Kronk can come too.
It's time to get some firewood. Now that I know I have a camel whose mother is a man-eater, I feel much safer out here at night.
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I recieved a letter this morning. Apparently they've had the Black God's luck in finding me to give it to me, but now that I have it I must say I'm a bit upset.
To wife of Kevren of Ildarin,
Since your husband has been missing for over one year and his last surviving blood relatives have also perished, you are sole inheritor to Ildarin Fief and all property within. Enclosed are the papers regarding Ildarin and its inhabitants.
Regards,
Tacook Semsonsri,Recordskeeper of Tortall
They don't even know my name! Mithros above, Ildarin belongs to me? The attached papers say the family coffers have been suffering lately, and that there are over two hundred people living in the Fief proper not to mention all of Kevren's damned camels he inherited when his father perished. You would think ONE member of his blood survived, wouldn't you? They're just not sturdy! I just can't face up to this sort of thing, I'm only fourteen; I can't run such an endeavor by myself! I'd better write to my trusted advisors on how to handle this. Give the fief over to them. I know it sounds callous, but I really don't care how Ildarin is taken care of, so long's I'm not the one doing the care. A fourteen year old girl doesn't have any business owning a fief, that's for sure.
Fief. The word is starting to strike dread in my heart. If only I could arrange with that Rylly girl to find me a moat full of crocodiles to swim in now. Writing to Halfax and Jukeson of Ildarin will soothe my nerves, they should assist me. I'll do just that. Then I want to take Paetar, cuddle in my bedroll, and hide. After all, they can't find me out here in the wild....can they?
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Mar. 4th, 2005 @ 09:15 pm
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Well you know it's been quite awhile since that whole Corus mess. I decided to leave for a bit as it was getting a bit boring for me. The long ride has given me some time to think, you know. I've come a long way from Ildarin and I'm sure I've got a long way to go. I can't really write when I'm riding a-camelback, they're just not like the horses everyone seems to have.
I suppose this journal wants to know more about me. They all seem to, they're so pushy. Well just so I don't forget myself, I grew up in a fief called Meneslome, near Corus proper. Shockingly ordinary, really. When I was ten my brother died and my parents were horrorstricken, he was the hope of our entire place. No one when I was eight. Although I mean, really it could have happened to anyone! Anyway, they started prowling for a husband for me right away. And they found one, Kevren of Ildarin.
Kevren was at least about thirteen years my senior and he couldn't marry me until I was twelve. I had two years to be instructed in the ways of a good wife. What most girls my age dreamed about I was dreading like the plauge. And come to find out, Kevren's family raised CAMELS of all the animals! I mean, a camel isn't a noble beast by any means. My apologies to Kronk (who can't read anyway) but he's no ebon steed by any stretch of the imagination. Where was I? Oh yes, Kevren. I was utterly terrified when I married him, and then I was bundled off to a convent to learn even MORE womanly ways. My wedding gift from Kevren was Kronk, my camel. It further alienated me from my peers and got alot of staring. I became known as that 'girl with the camel'. Not to mention Paetar, but not even Kevren knew of him. There was that boy who thought himself a pirate and rode Kronk on a dare. He was less than pleased, Kronk I mean, and I heard about it for days. What a name for a camel, eh? Well that's the noise he makes, morning noon and night. When he's happy 'kronk!', when he's sad, 'kronnnnk'. And so on. In case none of you have ever heard a camel, that is.
So here I write, leaving Corus and its messes behind. I prefer to forget what happened to Kevren. I'm only fourteen and already a widow, how distressing, isn't it? But that's better than being someone's possession. I tossed the ring into the fire the night it was done.
Now it's Kronk, Paetar and myself. We're sort of just waiting for the drift of gods to move us, I suppose. It's nights like this I write and wonder what happened to that bloody awful thing that hatched out of that egg. I'm sure its off eating someone right now. Terrible thing.
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Jul. 10th, 2003 @ 10:04 pm
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April 12, 465 HE
Yesterday I got the shock of my life! I arrived in Corus with Kronk, not sure exactly where to go, but ready to find out. Well, what did I find but two other girls, in an entrance parlor. They were talking about husbands. If that's the whole point of this court, I think I'll be leaving soon. One was more than enough for me.
But I digress. One girl's a blonde, and she's....got a personality. Her name's Rylly of the Copper Isles, she's also got a coachman. The non-existent Theodore. The other girl, a red head, is Mina of Wisteria. The place of lemons and opals. Really, eating lemons would take getting used to. Well, I decided to show them the egg I picked up in that marsh all that time ago, maybe one of them would know what to make of it. Rylly DROPPED it and it hatched.
The most ugly creature you ever saw came out. To make a long story short, it was a bloodbath, it clawed and scratched, and then it left, thank Mithros.
But it came back just now. The scariest thing ever, I threw a rock at it and it left. But that's not to say it doesn't want to eat me. And I swear by the Goddess that it's bigger this morning. I just hope I can get an archer to follow me around, or something. It's a nice day,now. Let's hope it stays that way.
Until the next time i have a moment to breathe,
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