~ A private RP between Monsier Hatter and Afanassii ~

Originally Posted by Monsieur Hatter

Name; Fredrick Alain LeBeau

Age; Twenty-Nine

Personality; Fredrick is a man who dislikes company; the company of the living that is. He uses blunt and short talk with most conversations, trying to end them faster. With children he seems to have a kinder heart and often goes to the park to play with them. Later being conned into buying half the neighborhood kids ice cream, but he doesn't mind. Also seems to idolize women.

History; Fredrick was always an odd boy, he loved reading on how the body ran, epically womens bodies. He could never get over how a body can have a parasite for months, then give birth to it. It amazed him. Not even counting how they can bleed for a week and still live.

While his mother thought it was nice for her son to be so into Biology, his father thought other wise. He wanted a son who wanted to play foot-ball, not read all day. Fredrick's father kept quite of his thoughts for a while, but when Fredrick went into high school his father and him started to get into fights. Which grew from words to violence.

Fredrick's second year in high school his mother became ill and was hospitalized. That is when Fredrick's father started to use other things than punched and words him, saying it was his fault. While it did hurt, Fredrick kept quiet. Not wishing to start a scene while his mother is sick.

His third year in Fredrick's mother passed. The next day Fredrick was gone with his clothing and father's money. Moving from his little city in New Orleans, Fredrick went as far as he could before he needed money, bad.

That is when he met an undertaker who was in need of help. Always being a fan of the body, Fredrick took up the offer in a heart beat. There, he helped the undertaker much longer then he thought he would.

After a years if being his apprentice, the undertaker told Fredrick to go to a town that was in need of a new undertaker. "Their old one and my friend", he said, "Has passed. Take this chance. You are good at what you do and I know you enjoy the work.".

Fredrick took the deal and made his way to the town. Where he hopes all goes smooth.

Appearance; Lean build, tall at six foot one, Fredrick has pale skin from being indoors most of the time and, or being only out at night. He has dark brown hair that looks black. Hazel eyes that have bags under them from lack of sleep. Stubble usually is seen on his face, the male shaving only every other day. Hunches, with a bad posture. Is seen in slacks and button up shirts, rarely a vest here and there. Very old fashion. Always has a golden pocket watch with himself.", Hatter finished.

Name: Sister Aurea Francis
Amelia Marcalis

Age: 27

Personality: Ami is a sweet and caring person who truly does find her life's meaning in helping others. She is soft-spoken and gravitates toward being submissive. When in discussion with others, she will usually make her point only once and then not press it. Though she is not so easily persuaded to hold beliefs other than her own, she is respectful of those that others hold and even a bit curious about those that are different.

History: The Catholic church was always a big part of the Marcalis family, so when the eldest boy married a protestant woman you would have expected that it would be a major problem. However, the worst fuss their civil wedding reeived was a little bit of teeth gnashing grandparents made over the Penne Arrabiata at their reception.

So Amelia was born into a relatively happy and functional family and she was christened Amelia Aurea because her mother figured that if she was going to give her a saint's name it should be after one of the saints that are not so well known.

When she was six, her mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Within the year, she had been found molesting her and was sent away. Ami has very little memory of what happened but she has struggled all her life with forgiving her mother and has not really kept in touch with her.

Ami's father passed away from complications from diabetes just before her 18th birthday and she knew she wanted to join the convent shortly thereafter. However, she had to abide by the rules the sisters had for her.

So, as per custom, she went to college, completing a Bachelor's Degree in music - to this day she maintains a beautiful mezzo-soprano for the choir and the ability to play keyboard accompaniment if needed.

After her degree, she was finally accepted into the fold and spent two years as a novitiate before they finally allowed her to take vows. Once her order was satisfied that she was dedicated to the life of a bride of christ, they gave her a new name: Aurea Francis. She had requested to keep the saint name her mother had picked, both in honor of Aurea and also of the person her mother used to be.

Appearance: Sister Aurea is 5'7 with an small side of average build. She has a pretty face with soft features and long eyelashes. Her hair (although not often seen, as she wears the traditional Habit) is a wavy auburn and her eyes are a sea green and often look quite melancholy and lost in thought...

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It was only the end of January, and already 1947 was proving to be one of the most difficult years humanity had come to bare in these 'modern' times. The United States had only just begun its rebound after the Great Depression when Pearl Harbor had been attacked some 6 years earlier. Now, the waves of dead soldiers were beginning to be sent home and those dedicated to doing God's work had their hands full of the sorrowful task of sending the bodies to rest and helping the poor families come to terms with the death of their loved ones, sent away to fight to defend against the country's enemies.

Saint Agnes's Commune was a small, lovely abode nestled in the woods beyond Saint Michael's Chapel and Amelia had dedicated her life to helping both of these establishments out. Now that she had finally taken her final oaths and had settled into the life of being an actual nun, the war gave her a sort of bittersweet sense of purpose to her life. Ever since Japan had attacked and her country had joined in the current World War, she watched with both hope and fear as the fighting continued and constantly prayed for a swift end to the killing and peace...

Peace... always desired, yet never truly attained. Amelia - or Sister Aurea Francis as she was known as these days - felt the dark cloud of dispair settling in over her small town... even in her own mind on occasion. Today, she went to market to buy her order's meagre food staples, as well as some special ingredients so she could make a humble offering to help the families who had funerals in the next few days.

The town of Marrietteville generally boasted only one of all things needed, with the exception of a few desirable locations a Sister of Saint Agnes would never be a patron of. So as she made her way down the streets to the Farmer's Market, she did so in a dissociative way - not really paying too much attention to her surroundings. Just down this road, a left at the post office and a right at our library.... She had traveled this route so many times that she could do it without really thinking.

Such was life in a small town, was it not? A simple life, full of safety, community and very little regret. Here a Sister could live her whole life helping those in need and fulfilling the plan that God had chosen for her. She could see the effects of her hard work and love daily and this did bring a certain amount of comfort to her in this troubling times.

Still, as she reached out to weigh the produce she was purchasing, there was a tinge of some unfamiliar emotion on the back of her mind. She pushed it aside, as she had become accustomed to, and focused on the job at hand...

Fredrick sighed as walk out of his shop, his back popping as stiff muscles stretched. Taking out a his pocket watch, he nodded to himself at the time; Being right on time. Placing the watch back in his vest pocket, Fredrick turned on his heel. Locking his shop up.

Once that task was done he was off, leather shoes crushing the earth under them as he walked. His destination being the park. With all the deaths from the war, he was busy making coffins and other things involving his work, making his smaller friends whine. So he promised the little ones he would play with them all afternoon, maybe even with the idea of buying them a treat if they behave.

A small smile graced the undertaker's lips as he thought of each and everyone of their smiling faces. Those kids were the only friends he had, their parents and other town folk avoiding the male. Only speaking to him when they must.

Scowling now, Fredrick sighed. This is why he prefers the dead...

Spotting black and white, the male's attention was bought to a nun. A young nun. Raising a brow to this, Fredrick studied her movements. She seemed healthy and held herself nicely. Her posture proper, but not to stiff where a book could rest upon her head.

Catching himself staring, Fredrick brought his hazel eyes to a stop sign. He was almost at the park now.

"Thank you so much!" Sister Aura said in her usual soft, musical voice as the last vendor she shopped at gave her something extra for the Abby. She brushed her habit back and hoisted her full totes to bring the groceries back.

She crossed to the stop sign where an unfamilar gentleman stood. She widened her eyes a bit while she blinked to show her interest. "Oh... Hello." She smiled warmly while waiting for the traffic to slow enough so she could cross.

Sensing a (living) body next to him, Fredrick stiffened as it said a greeting. Turning towards the person, he felt more uncomfortable. It was the young nun he spotted before.

Lightly nodding his head to the sister, he gave a awkward grin. Being an undertaker, Fredrick had a problem with social events as it was, but when a nun or any 'holy' figure tries to speak to him, he freezes. Never being one for religion or things of 'holy'-ness, Fredrick had no idea how to act around them.

Finally giving a greeting back, Fredrick look back to the busy street;

"'Ello...".

Amelia studied the unfamiliar face before her for a long moment. It became somewhat obvious that the newcomer was uncomfortable and she hoped it wasn't because of her.

The last thing she wanted to do was make someone feel ill at ease. Still, it wouldn't be kind to just keep to herself, or so she was brought up to believe. Nuns were a bit of a strange thing for some people, being that they were rare and their dress was a sure sign of their religious devotion. She felt as if the best thing she could do in such a situation would be to open up a little, so that her new acquaintance might realize she was not so odd, and certainly not haughty or cold as some people were wont to believe Christian Nuns must be.

Hoping to break the ice between them and make things a little less awkward she held out a hand and introduced herself. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you as of yet. I'm Sister Aurea Francis"