Post by Gillian Tol'Solie on Sept 15, 2013 20:30:50 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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The Tol’Solie clan was a pureblood family rotted with poverty. Moira was sold by her pureblood father (who was also quite poor) to Richard for two chickens and a duck. Miserable at best, Moira often traveled to the village’s wood to pick wild mushrooms for supper-the solitude and beauty of nature was her sole comfort. Once afternoon she encountered a muggle-a man by the name of Gregory. Despite his lack of magic Moira was finally introduced to a spark of happiness. The couple often met in secret, giggling over simple things. After a year’s worth of time spent together Moira found herself with child. With little choice in the matter she was forced to display it as her husband’s though deep in her heart she knew the babe was with Gregory. Halfway through the pregnancy Gregory was arrested for having stolen a lord’s horse (a means of escape for both him and Moira) and was beaten to death in a scuffle.
In late summer she gave birth to a boy who Richard named Gillian-he was blonde, like his mother. She kept tight-lipped about Gregory, knowing she could not support a child on her own; the strength and money she did not possess. As a small child Gillian was often sent by Richard to do small chores in order to earn a coin or two-he swept the floors of a bakery and tidied messes for the local seamstress. And as he grew, his size became increasingly large-more so than the norm. Gillian was quite tall and big-boned. He became a worthy apprentice for the blacksmith Roan at the age of thirteen. It was work that Gillian greatly enjoyed despite the amount of heat.
Moira eventually told Gillian the truth of his paternity while she lay dying of dragon pox. It was somewhat confusing to the boy-Richard was not a nice man but had never been a monster; he’d shown the boy a few useful tricks. Regardless of the lack of a blood connection Gillian has always felt Richard was his true father; of course he kept the secret to himself as his mother made him swear. She knew it would only enrage Richard and she feared that her son would lose his only home. Two years after her passing Richard took a second wife, one not much older than Gillian. At sixteen Gillian had become a prominent apprentice for Roan, their work gaining the attention of muggle nobility. He did not attend any schooling save for the brief lectures given to him by his mother during their chores together.
When Roan passed of old age Gillian kept up the shop until it was destroyed in a massive storm that shook the foundation of the entire village. Despite his known abilities most of his income was taken by Richard who was in need of supporting his own growing family. At age 24 Gillian left his home in search of work elsewhere. During his travels he encountered a large lake seemingly made of glass. Curious though somewhat timid, as he had never learned to swim, Gillian crept close. Beneath the water’s surface he heard perhaps the sweetest of music to ever grace his ears. In a trance he came closer and was nearly pulled to the bottom by sirens. Nearly drowning in the process Gillian thrashed and kicked, struggling to the surface and to safety. He has since been absolutely terrified of large and seemingly bottomless bodies of water.
Eventually he made his way to Hogwarts and applied for the position of Gamekeeper. He enjoyed the school’s wildlife and found himself curious of the education provided by the building-he knew only a few useful spells himself, and was interested in the building’s potential promises. Shy and embarrassed, Gillian attempts to isolate himself from the students and most of the staff.
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Your name:
Have you read the rules?
Rp sample:
Eleanor pursed her lips tightly scrutinizing the scene before her. She paid little heed as he addressed her, obvious contempt laced within his words. Her attention was solely focused on the disarray scattered throughout his office; every fiber within her being twitched in horror threatening to break her very soul. Drake’s retorts rung dully within her mind like a worn bell. She took a step forward unable to peel her eyes from the mess. When the threads of her sanity were stretched too tight Eleanor snapped and lurched forward, grabbing at the papers with her hands and gathered them in a small pool. Her chocolate orbs were narrowed in concentration and she barely even looked towards her company. “Yes. Yes.” Eleanor gushed absent mindedly scurrying about the space. “On occasion I drop in to complete and sort paperwork of recent expeditions. I work primarily out of the country as a curse breaker.”
Her fingers riffled through documents as she scanned the titles, hastily filing them in alphabetical order. When finished she made to set them upon the desk but cringed and instead set them back onto the floor. She arched a brow in distaste. “The ministry is a well-established agency that offers a variety of careers aimed at the bettering of society. Of course it is my place,” Eleanor snapped finally straightening her back to peer at him. She brushed back a loose strand of hair that had fallen loose in her tizzy.
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If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
