Silverbeam and VictorianMess's rp
 

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Werewolfxhuman

Shall we post a quick bio sheet? I rather like having one.

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Oh and do you like plain victorian or steampunk?

Oh, yes please do. Do you like having photobucket pics or no? Either way it's fine with me.

I like both!

Lets throw in a little steam punk then..... I like pics, but it's not necessary.....

Ok, I'll get sheet ready and post it in a bit.

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http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m...orianSword.jpg


Name: Lottie Mills
Age: 18
Personality: Lottie is headstrong and brave. She’s kind but has a wild attitude and a knack for getting in trouble. She likes to watch people.
Looks: Long (waist length) white hair with long bangs that cover her eyes. Her hair is normally tied up in a ponytail or a bun. Loves fancy clothing with lace and long skirts, but normally wears simple clothing.
Background: Lottie was born with hair as white as snow. Which is the reason he parents were so eager to marry her off, thinking she was cursed to bring them bad luck.
Extra: She always carries two twin blades in her boots and always wears only one rose shaped earing.. She has a secret love for dogs.

LOL, secret love for dogs, perfect... Okay here's a few pics wich one do you like? (Or have any suggestions?)

http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs43/f/20...r_by_Ixenn.png
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs39/f/20...ukiKamiKat.jpg
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs31/f/20...by_batchix.jpg

I like them all but the first one reminds me most of a werewolf.

the fangs help :D

Ok here he goes

Name: Nicolai Banistor
Age: Appears 24
personality: Cocky, sometimes a hot head, Nic can also be a bit of a dog at times. There sometimes appears to be two sides of him. One is hidden, quiet and brooding, the other is loud and wild.
Background: The last in his clan or family, Nicolai comes face to the problem of heirs and inheritance. Contracts and laws state that in order for him to keep his inherit he must marry. Or at least that is what the public is told. His only living grandfather now dead, he is loath to let an outsider in to the mansion, for secrets could be lethal in this house.

Sweet! Who shall start?

you go, Maybe arriving at the gates to his gigantic country mansion?

The hurried footsteps drifted across the gravel path. Lottie paused, shifting one of her three bags and started off towards the mansion gates. She had heard the rumors and stories about the mansion's master but none of it bothered her at all. Lottie blinked behind her bangs, trying to figure out why the buggy had dropped her off so far away. Her simple blue skirt blew around her legs and a sudden shiver crept down her back.

"What a dump." She huffed, looking around at the random weeds on the path. Her blue eyes scanned the forest that was a few feet away. A grin spread across her blood red lips. This could be fun after all. What kind of trouble could she find lurking in the forest. She shrugged and kept going up the path until she reached the gates.

She stared at the gates in awe. The mansion was like nothing she had ever seen before and for some strange reason it felt right being there. She set down one of her luggage and guarded her eyes from the wind. Maybe this would turn out better than she had thought.

He sat in the large window seat, gazing through the glass. The mansion was old so the glass was slightly warped and had a few bubbles within. Still with overly exceptional eye site he was able to see the approaching carriage.

"Ah, my bride to be." He slumped lower in his seat grumbling in the near dark of the room. He was still unsure of this arrangement. Bad enough that he had to be tied down, but because of the circumstances of his lineage, it was an arranged engagement. His late Grandfather had gotten the whole thing set up before he had passed away.

He sighed and left his place upon the red velvet cushions.

"Maybe she's cute..." he said consoling himself. It wasn't so much fear of marriage, but fear of what could happen, what could happen to the girl.....

He left the room heading for the grand stairs. His butler would surely be waiting at the door, but he wanted to get a peek at the girl before he stepped out to greet her.

She gently touched the gates. They weren't locked, she picked up her bag and bumped her hip into the gates, opening them. Another shiver ran down her back. She held her head high and walked inside the court yard. She couldn't help but to miss the thrill of living inside a village, having the chance to pull pranks.

She shook the thoughts from her mind. She was getting married now, she had to at least pretend to be a proper lady. For now... Lottie came up to the main doors. She took a deep breath and set one of her bags down. She knocked on the door, listening to the echo.

She glanced up, just how big was this place. The biggest house that he had even been in had three full bedrooms. She used to small. Not that she couldn't live in a huge mansion. Maybe large enough to escape this new 'husband' of her's and find something to do.

She tilted her head and frowned, hearing footsteps. She straightened her shoulders and kept her head held high. Her mother had always complained about her posture. She held in a laugh, wondering how her mother would react seeing her now.

On older gentleman slowly opened the door. He wore the uniform of a butler, and looked if a bit outdated, still very stately. He gave the girl a little bow of his head and shoulders and with a light cough addressed her.

"My Lady Mills I presume? I am Mr. Lancore, the house butler. Please do come in, the master is expecting you." He reached forward to grab her bags from her.


Meanwhile behind the open doorway, a hint of red hair peeked out in the shadows at the top of the stairs. Nicolai peeked curiously at the girl. His first thought was that it was some old woman. White hair ran down her back, white without the hint of gray. Squinting he saw that although unnatural, the girl was young, and not too bad looking either. He wondered how her hair had come to be white so young.

"Yes, I am Lottie." She said, her eyes scanning the room, taking in it's beauty. She gently moved aside her bangs and grinned. "If you don't mind. I'm tired. Can get this meeting over with? I'm much too tired to deal with surprises." She crossed her arms.

Of course she wasn't tired. She normally would have walked longer distances exploring a forest or playing with some of the village kids. She let her shoulders relax. The heavy scent of the mansion warmed her like a freshly lit fire.

Ever since she was told that she was to be married, she had tried to imagine just what this guy looked like. Was he old and gray? Or young and stuck up. He had to be with this huge place. She frowned once more and let her arms drop to her sides. She just hoped she didn't have to share a room yet.

"I will inform the master of your desire to meet, If you would care to step into the parlor, I shall take your things to your room, and will inform the master that you are waiting." with no appearance of frailty, the man handled her bags, and still managed to gesture her to a doorway off the the left. Through the door their was a comfortable set of Chairs sat around a small table.

Just as the butler was turning back to her there was a voice interrupting them. Nic called from the top of the stairs, overhearing the conversation he decided to step out.

"no need to fetch me, Lancore. If you would take her bags to her room, I will attend to Miss Mills." he smiled and stepped down the stairway. Although he walked like a gentleman of stature, their was something just slightly off. It was wary like an unsure predator of a new animal. When he was a few steps away, he gave the girl a proper bow and reached for her hand.

"I am the master of the house, Nicolai Banistor. I welcome you to my home."

She watched him with growing interest. As he took her hand her heart started to rush. He was nothing like she had thought, she could deal with this. "Lottie." She mumbled, removing her hand from his grip. She titled her head and circled him, looking him over. "Are sure this isn't some joke? I swore they would have sent me to some old guy." She said, standing in front of him once more.

He broke into laughter, a loud barking tone.
"Likewise, I was sure that my Grandfather had picked some old lady, using his own taste and forgetting that I was the intended target. But come, surely you are tired from your travels? I have an excellent tea service prepared, and the chairs are quite comfy." He grinned at her. It was no silly little gentleman smile, but a big old grin. A bit of playfulness in his eye.

the butler had gone off with the luggage, while they were talking. Nic simply took her hand and led her to the table.

"As i may call you Lottie, You must call me Nicolai, or Nic as you prefer. Although my Maid tends to just refer to me as rascal."

He let go of her hand that he could pull out her chair for her.

She chuckled. "I believe I shall call you Rascal than." She said, sitting in the chair once he moved away from it. She laid her hands on her lap. Her eyes sparkled with laughter. She leaned back, wanting to close her eyes enjoy the chair to the fullest.

"Now how does this all work? For everyone has kept me in the dark until last night." She spoke with the slightest hint of hesitation. Her bangs fell in front of her eyes again. She gently bit her bottom lip, wondering just what was going to happen. She wasn't too worried about herself. She was more worried about him.

at her declaration to call him rascal he sighed and theatrically rolled his eyes. "I new i should have just kept my big mouth shut." He reached for the teapot and poured a cup for Lottie.

"Work?" he asked sounding confused, not realizing she meant the engagement he looked at the tea set.

"Well I ask if you want sugar, and then of course their are the scones if you like, or the little sandwichyy things...."

She laughed, covering her mouth soon after. "No, no...I mean the engagement and wedding. Not the tea. I know how that works." She smiled and glanced around the room, standing and walking over to the closet window.

She could stand living there. It was a bit run down, but maybe she could fix it up. She sighed. What was this? Now she was thinking like a wife...already. She placed her hands on her hips and turned.

"Oh, right." embarrassed he blushed a little, no where near his red hair, but faintly visible.

"Well uhm, I thought it best to take some time and get to know one another better. There's a suite prepared for you, I mean there's no rush and uhm..." Realizing he was starting to ramble he quickly took a cookie and stuffed it in his mouth.

She must think me an utter moron, stupid stupid! It's been too long since you've been properly around humans, especially young ladies. the girls in that pub a year back didn't count. He had only mildly flirted with them anyway. He sighed as his thoughts ran. He'd have to take a run later that night to calm down. he could feel his nerves rising, the hairs on the back of his hand grew just a few centimeters in length. not really noticeable, but he could feel himself slowly unraveling.

She smiled, laughing softly. "Well. I think I shall take a nap. I'm tired after all. I should warn you...I'm a bit of hand full." She winked. She looked away. She couldn't believe he had been so flustered and hiding it with a cookie. Lottie licked her lips. "Could you show me to my room, Nic?" She voice soft.

She really just wanted to explore without having someone showing her around. She loved the thrill and sometimes, danger of wondering around in new places. She held out her hand, a grin spreading wider across her face.

thank the moon, the girl wanted some time alone. this would allow him to calm himself to remedy his nerves. He hadn't realized just how strung up he had been until he got embarrassed.

"Of course Lottie." He stood up and took her hand. It was so much smaller than his, so much easier to break. He shook those thoughts from his head. He was sure he would be fine around her. He may have to go excuse himself, but more so that she would not find out his true nature. only in real anger would he strike out uncontrollably. He just hoped she liked dogs.

"this way to the sapphire suite my lady." He led her back to the staircase of the entry room.

"Sapphire room? It's blue?" She took as deep breath and bit her lips together. Had he known that was her favorite color. She tried her hardest to not show her excitement. She squeezed his hand slightly by mistake.

Ever since she was young she had always love the color blue. She fiddled with her single rose earing as they walked. She couldn't believe her luck, maybe her parents had been wrong about her after all. After all she not only had a blue room but a huge mansion and forest to explore now.