Hollyn
Aug 16, 2011 13:56:54 GMT -6
Post by hollyn on Aug 16, 2011 13:56:54 GMT -6
[Sophia Myles]
NAME: Hollyn Caverly
TITLE: Commoner
AFFILIATION: Tyrian
AGE: 25
OCCUPATION: N/A
LIKES:
► Early morning walks
► Family
► Hunting
► Moonlight rendezvous
► Music
DISLIKES:
► Solraya rule
► Death
► Disease
► Being alone
► Her brother
QUIRKS/HABITS: Hollyn is very opinionated, but is clever enough to know when to hold her tongue. Hollyn is well-known and liked by most of the common folk of Sol. As well as being well known, Hollyn tends to a busy circle of gossip through out the towns people.
FEARS:
► For the life of her children.
► The rumors of the monster coming.
TOXIC SECRET: Secretly assists the Tyrian rebels whenever safely possible.
FATHER: Roderick Souke - Weapons Smith. Deceased.
MOTHER: Maryann Souke - Merchant's daughter, 62 {NPC}. Living w/ Hollyn and family.
OTHERS: William Caverly, Husband, Deceased. Arend Caverly, Son, 9 {NPC}. Emma Caverly, Daughter, 4 {NPC}.
HISTORY:
Lovely Hollyn was the youngest of 7 children born to Roderick and Maryann Souke. She grew up comfortably, by common standards. Her family lived in the heart of the capital city Sol, her father maintaining a well known weapons smith shop. At young age she survived a small plague that broke out claiming 4 of the eldest Souke children, leaving behind just her brother Markus, sister Rowen, and herself.
As young girl Hollyn often spent more time outside then in, preferring to be out running the woods. Out in those woods is where she met young Will Caverly who often left early in the morning for hunting. Together they would stalk those woods in the early morning hour, trading secrets and smiles. It wasn't much of a surprise to the folks of Sol when the two were married and soon after the young couple moved out towards the Farming Village in the countryside.
As for the rest of the Souke famiy, Roderick Souke died of a stroke when Hollyn was but 14, so her elder brother Markus took over the family business. But Markus eventually left town shortly after his sister's marriage and abandoned his own wife, LouAnne, with two young children and the family smithing business. Hollyn's elder sister Rowen, married with three children, helped her husband to try to take over the smithing business but the man is not exactly cut out for it. Rowen and family have taken on the burden of LouAnne and her children, asking Hollyn to care for their aging mother Maryann.
Hollyn lived pleasantly with her husband in their humble cottage, scraping by off the land and forest. She gave her husband two healthy children, and happy news that another was on the way when the unthinkable happened. William disappeared. He left, like he always did, early before dawn to go hunting but that day he never returned. By the end of that day his body was discovered in a shallow creek bed near The Teeth range where it was assumed he had fallen and broken his neck. How or why he had traveled that far was never determined.
Hollyn and family were shattered by his loss. She could not imagine living life without him. It just wasn't possible. In her grief she lost her baby, which only added to her unsurmountable sorrow. It has been three years since the loss of her husband, and she has started to recover herself some. She is not capable of maintaining the land on her own, but tries her hardest. Producing crop is one thing, but a women selling product is another problem entirely she has yet to solve and probably never will. Hollyn has resigned herself to just survive.
Things are not what they always seem, and Hollyn puts up a perfectly humble front for all to see. When asked around there would only be nice things to be said of the women. She knows well enough that she has a good front, and has began assisting the Tyrian rebels where ever she safely can.
RP SAMPLE: [Sample from a different RP - Zombies! ]
How long had she been walking in the sun? Anya had been traveling alone for days, or what felt likes weeks of torture. Lost, her map was of no use. Her water and food supplies were dangerously low, and having to cut back so much so she didn't know how much longer she could continue like this. She felt like one of them..One of the dead. Maybe she could be? After all, she hadn't seen a living soul in what felt like forever. Who could tell her differently? Maybe this was what hell was like?
It was completely by pure chance that she saw the square wooden structure of a cabin ahead of her. An illusion? Anya willed her sore feet to carrier her on, each step more painful than the last. Before long she found herself face to face with the back wall of the wooden cabin, her dusty hands patting it with disbelief. She breathed a haggard laugh, and there would've been tears of joy if she were not so dried up. A glimmer of hope in her painful hell. Anya followed the wall around to the front porch of the cabin and seeing the front door open she put space between herself and the building.
Crunch, crunch.. Her soft footsteps would eventually give her away. The dog burst out in a bark, immediately on his feet to head out and face the intruder. There Anya stood, her crack lips parted giving her a stunned, wide-eyed expression as she stared up at the swaying porch ahead of her. Her jeans were torn at the knees, her layers stripped away because of the heat so that she only had a dirty, barely white tank top on. Her hands hung empty at her sides, but as soon as she saw the mutt coming they raised for her weapon - A bloodied pole sticking out from behind her back, tucked lightly in her backpack. She swayed on her feet from the quickness of her movement, a pathetic whimper escaping her before," No, no, no," repeated, as if pleading with the animal to stop, or not to be infected. Please, not infected. Not now. Her free hand shot out flat in the air in front of her and she shuffled backwards at it approached," Please..STOP!"
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