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Henrietta Gael
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« on: August 02, 2012, 08:49:57 AM »

Name Henrietta Gael
Age 26
Race Human
Tribe Centoraurian
Occupation Cartographer - Philosopher
Title Bohemian Theorist

Physical Appearance

Height 1 1/2 Peds
Weight 1 Pygge, 3 Ods, 4 Mut
Hair White Blond
Eyes Hazel

While she isn't necessarily considered a classically beautiful girl, her attractiveness has often been described as whimsical or even adorable. She wears her white blond hair at a length that ends near her waist. If cut short, the locks will curl into little ringlets framing her face, but at it's current length the thick mass is heavy enough to weigh it down and cause the curls to straighten to a gentle wave. She often wears it in a loose braid, pulled over shoulder with multicolored ribbons braided into it. When she is feeling especially fanciful, she will tie two small bells to the end of the braid, which bouncy and jingle with every step. More often the tresses are simply let loose to fall where they will, sometimes with a ribbon or leather band tied around her forehead to keep the locks out of her eyes. She will always have some form of plant life secured into the mass of white hair and depending on the season she has been known to have flowers, leaves and even acorns pinned in sporadic places.

Henri has bright hazel eyes that are large and expressive, looking at you with a mixture of both childish curiosity and wisdom. They are surrounding by a thick fringe of dark, sooty lashes and are, in her opinion, her best physical quality. She has a pixie-like nose that drops daintily down from its peak and is dotted with pale brown freckles that will forever give her the appearance of youth and innocence. Her lips are full and lush, tinted rose and surrounds her small mouth with miraculously prefect alabaster teeth. When she smiles, two small dimples form just under her cheekbones, emphasizing her imp-like beauty.

She stands at a fairly diminutive height of just over one and a half peds, her body slender but nicely shaped. While her breasts are in no great quantity, they are perky, nicely shaped and in no need of confinement. Her waist is tiny with a flat, taut stomach and leads to slightly wider and rounded hips. Her legs are slim but firm from her travels, with shapely calves and trim thighs.

Clothing

Her skirt is knee length and layered in green and brown fabrics, cut at different lengths so the right side rides higher than the left. Her top is a simple sqaure of brown leather that ties around her neck and just below her shoulder blades, leaving her back and midriff exposed. Although she will often go barefoot, on her feet she wears brown leather sandals that strap around her ankles and are accompanied by anklets with several little bells that jingle delightfully with every step. Her wrists and neck are always decorated with bracelets and necklaces that have multicolored beads and pendants. In addition, various types of flora and fauna can be found woven into the thick mass of her silvery locks.

For more formal occasions she has a pale blue silk dress that falls just past her knees and clings alluringly to her body like a second skin. She will still wear sandals but they are decorated more elaborately with beads and pretty but inexpensive gems.

Personality

Henri has a free spirit that her parents never could, and never wanted to tame. She cherishes her freedom and the vast, beautiful openness of the outdoors. It is rare, even when she is in the city, that she will choose a bed in an inn rather than laying out her bedroll under the moon and stars. She respects all living things and has opted into a vegetarian diet but does not criticize others for consuming meat. She is extremely kindhearted and compassionate but is not afraid to speak up for herself or others. She has a confidence and composure that is rarely shook but there have been occasions when a person has pushed her to the limit of rage and while she has no great quantity of strength or skill with a weapon, she will lay them out with the viscous bite of her tongue. In addition, she also has a rather unrealistic view of how the world could and should be. In her mind the world should be a peaceful and serene place where justice is upheld properly and people can coexist with mutual respect and love. When something happens that contradicts these ideas, she will fall into a somewhat depressed state, which is very uncharacteristic of her normal optimistic disposition.

Strengths

Cartographer - Her skill as a map-maker is what pays for most of her expenses in her journeys around Sarvonia. She is highly skilled in the art and her maps and sea-logs are not only extremely accurate but also quite aesthetically pleasing.

Literate - Born to an affluent family, her parents made sure that from a young age she was taught how to read and write. Her penmanship is flawless and elegant, using her skills in calligraphy to detail her maps. She also knows some Styrásh, although she is by no means fluent and only knows basic terms and phrases.

Intellect - Her mind has the extraordinary ability to come to correct conclusions about what is true and real, and how to accurately solve problems. Her tutor, Mr. Daugon, helped in teaching her how to use her intelligence but her gift for perceptiveness was already there from birth.

Weaknesses

Vegetarian - While she has no qualms with those who do eat meat, Henri has chosen the life of a vegetarian. It's not that the consumption of meat sickens her, it is her love for animals that has caused her to make this decision. This lifestyle has made it difficult for her to gain the proper amount of nutrients from her diet. Occasionally she will go weeks without consuming any form of protein.

Bold - Henri has the confidence to say or do what is true, right and just. She is not afraid to speak up for someone who is being wrong, regardless of the consequences. Even with all of her intellect and reasoning skills, she doesn't follow commonsense when it comes to matters such as this, and on more than one occasion has found herself struck down by someone who did not appreciate her point of view in matters that did not involve her.

Dreamer - Even though she knows that her dreams and expectations of people and society as a whole are unrealistic, she can't help but feel dejected and even on occasion depressed when a person or group of persons actions are not morally sound. Her idealistic view of a perfect and peaceful world are impractical but she cannot help herself for feeling as such.

History

Childhood

The hallways of Fenwick castle are lit by elaborate golden candelabras, polished and gleaming with a perfect sheen. A very affluent family,  the Gaels' taste is expensive yet modest, without any overtly tacky embellishments and certainly far away from gaudy. On the second floor, a beautifully embroidered carpet runs the length of the hall, starting at the top of the stairs and ending at the last door in the hallway. The door itself was left slightly ajar and the impish giggling of a little girl could be heard echoing through the large manor.

Henrietta sat on the floor with her father, parchment and paints strewn across the floor between them. She was attempting her paint her doll but was having some difficulty getting the curls just right. Setting down her brush, she held up the finished piece and examined it with all of the professional scrutiny of an established artist.

"It's all wrong," she shouted in frustration. "It looks nothing like her..."

"Let me see," her father said, taking the work of art from his daughters hands, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the doll's portrait. "Nonsense, it is beautiful. Look... you've captured her eyes wonderfully."

Henri looked at her father in a way that could only be described as incredulous. "You are only saying so to make me feel better. But I am tired of painting now. May we go outside and play?" Her eyes were wide and hopeful as she stared up at him.

"But Henri, your tutor will be here any moment, and you know how your mother feels about you being late for your studies."

"Please, Papa?" She said, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.

"I suppose we can... but only more a little while."

Squealing with joy, she leapt to her feet and grabbed her father's hand, dragging him from the room and down the hallway to the stairs. Her father swept her off her feet and placed her upon his broad shoulders while they descended the staircase, with Henri laughing in delight the whole way down. When they reached the first floor entrance, he set her down and they both ran to the glass doors that led to the garden, which was impeccably maintained by their stuffy but brilliant gardener, Leon. There were neat little rows of rose bushes and delicate looking shrubs, but Henri's favorite section was the orchard. Immediate she raced for the peach tree, plucking a piece of the ripe fruit from the lowest hanging branch before sinking her teeth into it. Her father followed her lead, pulling a peach from the tree for himself and taking a bite of the succulent fruit.

"Papa, do you think that just possibly there may be a chance than someone, long ago, may have buried their fortune in our backyard? A pirates perhaps? Mr. Daugon has taught me that pirates use to pillage and plunder other ships and ports to steal their riches, then bury their spoils for safe keeping." Henri said all of this in a fast jumble or words that her father could barely understand.

Mr. Gael knew what his daughter was hinting at, seeing a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. He grabbed a shovel that the gardener had left behind and handed it to Henri.

"Here, why don't you find out?" He told her with a smile. "I think that a pirate would find the ground under Mr. Leon's azaleas a prime location for burying treasure."

With a grin from ear to ear, she skipped off through the garden, heading for the aforementioned flowers, her father lazily following behind her. He didn't get very far, however, for only a moment later he could here the voice of his wife calling his name, and it was getting closer.

"Arthur, where is Henriette? Mr. Daugon is in the study waiting for her." Mrs. Gael was a beautiful woman with long, honey blonde hair and large blue eyes. As she stood there, with her hands on her hips and her brow furrowed in agitation, for all the world looking like a perturbed child, she greatly resembled their daughter.

" I believe she is playing over by - " He was interrupted by a large scream somewhere in the garden. "...Azaleas"

Only a moment later, Leon the gardener came stomping towards them, shovel in hand and Henri tagging along behind him, her dress and hands smeared with dirt.

"My beautiful azaleas! They are ruined! Ruined, I tell you!" He shouted, waving around a flower that did indeed look rather worse for the wear.

Henri finally caught up to him, her head hanging down dejectedly. Her father tried to suppress a a grin as he placed his hand over his mouth. He coughed once to mask a laugh before motioning for Henri to go inside.

"Why don't you go on inside and find Mr. Daugon to begin your studies? Go on now."

Without a moments hesitated she bolted for the door, her mother shaking her head in amusement at his daughters antics.

"Mrs. Gael," Leon whimpered. "My azaleas..."

"Oh Leon, you are such a magnificent gardener, I'm sure a few damaged flowers won't be a challenge for you," she told him over her shoulder as she and her husband headed inside.

"I know that you had something to do with this, Mr. Gael."

"I'm sure I have no idea what you are talking about."

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The walls of the study were lined with bookcases that ran floor to ceiling, with thousands of books that had been collected over many lifetimes. Some of them were still crisp and brand new, never having been opened but a great many of them were well-worn from continuous use. There was an intimidatingly large oak desk situated at the back of the room that her father used for business and at the moment there were papers covering the surface with a quill laying on top of one, dripping ink onto the parchment.

Mr. Daugon was seated in the corner of the room, dwarfed by the over-stuffed leather chair he was sitting in. His eyes looked too big for his face, magnified by his spectacles, and his mostly gray hair was pulled back from his face and held at the nape of his neck by a leather strap. He was a physically unimposing man in his late fifties but he had an intellect and presence that demanded respect from anyone he encountered, including Henri.

"I see you have finally decided to join me," he said, eying her dirty clothes and hands with a scrutinizing look. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes sir," she said, taking a seat on the couch across from him.

"I believe that last time we were discussing Athiost's works and the effect that they had on Artimidor's concepts regarding morality," he said, flipping through pages of a book that he held in her lap.

"Yes, I wasn't sure I understood it completely. When he speaks of morality being deduced to the individual perception of aesthetical experience, in what way is he defining "aesthetics"? Is he referring to one's personal view of what is or isn't beautiful or pleasing to the eye? Or is it more complicated than that?"

"What do you think Miss Gael?" He asked her, always one to push his students into discovering the answer for themselves.

"I believe that he is referring to a person's sensory and emotional values and how they determine an individual's judgement of what is right or wrong and why they see it as such."

Mr. Daugon looked at his student from over the frame of his glasses, awed by the child's perceptiveness. Even at such a young age she was grasping theories and concepts that even he couldn't understand until he was much older than her. She was a gifted child but it was obvious to everyone, including himself, that she had a wild spirit. She would never be able to confine herself to four walls and a desk for any length of time. Her curiosity and love of nature would constantly draw her from scholastic endeavors, but perhaps that was a good thing. Nature inspires her and he was looking forward to seeing what brilliance would come of this gifted child.

Adolescence


The wind was strong but the skies were clear and beautiful, the sun burning so bright in that vast blue openness that it nearly pained the soul to look at it. The shores of Voldar were something out of a picture, the only thing marring its natural beauty was the ship anchored in the distant that Henri would soon find herself a passenger of. The rowboat was waiting to bring her to the Marianne which was going to be her home for many months to come. The ship's captain was a woman by the name of Juliana, who named the vessel after her late mother. She hired Henrietta to not only keep records in the ships log, but to use her skills in science, aesthetics and cartography to make out their voyage from Voldar to the Scattersand Shoals where they would be looking for a secret, and perhaps nonexistent, cavern. The cavern, rumored to have been the harbor of a pirate by the name of Captain Bully Hayes, was suppose to have been hidden by a rising tide that left the entrance covered in water. The only way inside was to swim.

Standing in the sand with her parents, the realization finally set in that she would be leaving them for the first time in her life. Voldar and her home in Fenwick manor was all she had ever known but even though she was nervous, her sense of adventure would not let her pass up this opportunity.

"You be careful, Henrietta, and mind what the captain tells you," her mother said, hugging her daughter fiercely while tears trickled down her flushed cheeks. Abruptly, she let go and turned to head back to the carriage before she could change her mind.

"This is only to be one of the most exciting experiences of your life, and while I will be worried sick, I could never take that away from you," her father told her, cupping her face between his large hands.

"I will miss you papa," her voice barely louder than a whisper.

He embraced her before helping her into the boat. Husband and wife stood together on the shore, watching their only child as she was rowed to the ship. She climbed the port-side ladder, waved to her parents and only a few moments later the anchor was drawn and the ship set off into the horizon, carrying the most precious cargo that it ever would, their daughter.
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Henri adapted to life aboard a ship fairly well, gaining her sea-legs rather quickly and making great use of them. At any given moment you could find her on deck, basking in the warming rays of the sun or leaning precariously over the balcony railing to catch a glimpse of the dolphins following in the ships wake. Her duties for the beginning of their journey were fairly minimal; keeping record of their location in the ships log and documenting their route south. It wouldn't be until they reached the Aetryam Sea that the real work would begin. But for now she was content to enjoy the good weather and the easy friendship that she was developing with her Captain.

"Look," Juliana said, appearing behind her from, seemingly, out of nowhere. "The merfolk are following us."

Leaning over the railing she could see their shadows under the water, the scales that coated their lower bodies glimmering in the sunlight. Their movements were completely coordinated, leaping in and out of the water in unison.

"They are beautiful creatures," Henri murmured. "I've only ever seen pictures of them."

"Yes, they are beautiful, but more than that, they are very helpful when it comes to the weather. Can you here them calling? They're saying that a storm will be coming," Juliana said as she tossed a coin into the water than was immediately snatched up by one of the creatures.

"I have read that merfolk will inform sailors of inclement weather. Some say that it is a sort of extra-sensory perception that they possess."

"Whatever it is, I would suggest that you remain in your cabin tonight."

True to the merfolk's predictions, that night brought a brutal and terrible storm. Henri clung to the sides of her hammock in an attempt to keep it from spilling her onto the ground. Every loose item in the room was rolling back and forth from one side of the cabin to the other. Even from below deck, she could hear the ferocity of the wind and rain pounding down onto the ship and the loud boom of thunder. Above everything she could hear Juliana shouting orders at her crew.

About three or four hours after the storm began, Juliana came bursting through the cabin door, dripping wet and grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious that she had enjoyed the excitement and she looked invigorated from all of the madness.

"The worst of it is over now. It should calm down soon."

"Is it safe to go up?" Henri asked hopefully, wanting to experience the storm for herself.

"If you're feeling up to it, I'll escort you topside."

The pair made their way above deck and into the squall. Henri stared up at the dark, ominous clouds looming over her. The wind had let up some but it still whipped the falling rain against her skin in a stinging spray. She tentatively followed Juliana to the helm and stared at her questioningly when she offered Henri the wheel.

"Why don't you take control of her for awhile. Our course is south, south-east. Do you think you can manage?" She asked Henri, stepping away in order to allow her access.

"Oh, yes!" Henri said in jubilation, taking the wheel in both of her hands and holding it steady. It was a wondrous feeling, being in control of such a large vessel. She turned the wheel to the left and marveled at its excellent maneuvering capabilities.

"You look like a natural," Julianna said with a grin, leaning against the railing and watching the horizon where the edge of the storm ended. "You're going to steer us clear of this mess."

This was one of the most exciting experiences of her life and she couldn't wait until they finally arrived at the Scatter Sand Shoals. That's when the real fun would begin.

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The islands could be seen off in the distance, little golden specks glistening along the horizon. It wouldn't be long before they arrived and their adventure began. Juliana joined Henri on deck, the pair standing at the railing, lost in the beauty of the ocean and comfortable in their companionable silence. They stood that way for a long time, neither speaking but both knowing that there was no need for words. It wasn't until they were coming up to the first island that Henri left the railing and ventured below deck to procure her maps. When she came back topside, Juliana was waiting for her.

"Well my now worldly scholar, which of these islands is the one we want?"

"Let's see. We are coming up on the island Aiden which is located here," she said, indicating the island on the map with the tip of her finger. "We are looking for Triam which is located just to the west of Aiden. You say that the cavern is hidden below water along the ridge of a steep cliff, which Triam has on its eastern facing shore."

"Well, let's have a look then, shall we?"

They dropped anchor just off the coast of the island, and Juliana, Henri and four of the crew members rowed closer to the island in a boat, Juliana's first mate being left in charge of the Marianne. As they reached the edge of the cliffs, all six of the boat's occupants scanned the face of the cliff just below the waters surface, looking for any sign of an entrance.

"Look! Just there!" Henri shouted, pointing at a shadowy area right in front of them. "Do you think that is the entrance?"

"There is only one way to find out," said Juliana, stripping off her vest and tossing it onto the floor of the boat before diving into the warm, tropical water.

Henri stared after her in amazement before following the extraordinary woman's lead, diving in after her. The crew members also followed suit and soon the six of them were swimming through a narrow opening in the side of the cliffs, following a passage that opened into a large, oval-shaped cavern. Henri emerged from the water, marveling at her surroundings and finding herself speechless. There were numerous stalactites and stalagmites covering the ceiling and ground in every stage of their development. The light filtering through holes and cracks in the ceiling reflected off the water and onto the walls, coloring them a bright sea green in some places. The most amazing part of all was the remnants of a harbor. A decomposing dock was built into the wall at the far side of the cavern, with a wooden walkway that went along the wall and ended at a platform that led into what appeared to be another room.

Carefully following the path, the party made their way into the adjoining room, their hearts racing and their minds reeling at what what they may possibly find. Their hopes were dashed, however, when they came to the opening only to find that the path had been blocked by many large rocks and boulders.

"There must have been a collapse..." Juliana said, more to herself than to her crew.

"I'm terribly sorry Juliana... I know how important this was to you and now the journey turns out to be for naught."

"Nonsense. All I planned on finding here were maybe some old tents or swords left by old pirates. It's the journey that was the adventure." She said with a wink of her eye.

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Juliana taught Henri something that day; she taught her to enjoy the journey and not worry so much about the destination. That the path you take and your experience along the way are more important than where you are going. Henri left Juliana and the Marianne after that voyage but the two will occasionally get together to reminisce, share a glass of wine, laugh, cry and talk about everything and nothing at all.

Today Henri has chosen the life of  a nomad, a roaming gypsy with no plan or course. She enjoys the nature that surrounds her, reveling in her freedom and bursting with a love for life. She sells her maps and sea-charts for money, and even though that doesn't bring in much coin, it is more than enough to support her lifestyle in its current fashion. She prefers to travel alone except for Pooka, a Rimrunner Terrier that her parents gave to her as a gift on her twenty-first birthday. Together they travel free and unimpeded by the strain and pressure of responsibility or a schedule.

Weapons
A small, silver dagger, about three palmspans from the bottom of the hilt to the tip of the blade with oiled leather wrapped around the hilt. It was given to her by her father the second time she left home but it has never been used. A strip of brown leather string laces through the back of the sheath and ties around her waist, leaving the dagger hanging at her hip.

Familiars

Name: Pooka
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Species: Canine
Breed: Rimrunner Terrier
Height: 3 Palmspans
Weight: 1 Heb, 2 Ods
Hair: Cream
Eyes: Dark Blue

Pooka was given to Henri by her parents just over five years ago on her twenty-first birthday and she was immediately drawn to the tiny little ball of fur. Even as an adult he is still a very small dog, with medium length cream-colored fur and large, smiling blue eyes. He is a playful and very active dog who has no trouble keeping up with Henri in her travels. He is very intelligent and even knows several tricks that Henri taught him, such as: sit, lay, jump, paw, roll over and come. He enjoys the open road almost as much as his owner and has no qualms about saying so with a loud, high-pitched bark.


Belongings

Parchment, quills and ink
Various maps
Leather-bound note book
Dried meat
Waterskin
Flint
Bedroll
Tooth cabbage
Small pot
Shoulder pack
Dog treats
Compass
« Last Edit: August 21, 2012, 02:55:35 PM by Irid alMenie » Logged

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« Reply #1 on: August 04, 2012, 07:56:17 AM »

I know that I still have most of my CD to write but if anyone could take a look at my history and let me know if there are in inconsistencies or errors, I'd really appreciate it.

Thanks,
Henri
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« Reply #2 on: August 06, 2012, 02:16:20 AM »

As to the content, I have no criticism.  Well done, young Henrietta, well done!

I just have a few editorial comments to offer, if you will indulge me.


History

Childhood

The hallways of Fenwick castle are lit by elaborate golden candelabras, polished and gleaming with a perfect sheen. A very affluent family,  the Gaels' taste is expensive yet modest, without any overtly tacky embellishments and certainly far away from gaudy. On the second floor, a beautifully embroidered carpet runs the length of the hall, starting at the top of the stairs and ending at the last door in the hallway. The door itself was left slightly ajar and the impish giggling of a little girl could be heard echoing through the large manor.

Henrietta sat on the floor with her father, parchment and paints strewn across the floor between them. She was attempting her paint her doll but was having some difficulty getting the curls just right. Setting down her brush, she held up the finished piece and examined it with all of the professional scrutiny of an established artist.

"It's all wrong," she shouted in frustration. "It looks nothing like her..."

"Let me see," her father said, taking the work of art from his daughters hands, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the doll's portrait. "Nonsense, it is beautiful. Look... you've captured her eyes wonderfully."

Henri looked at her father in a way that could only be described as incredulous. "You are only saying so to make me feel better. But I am tired of painting now. May we go outside and play?" Her eyes were wide and hopeful as she stared up at him.

"But Henri, your tutor will be here any moment[comma], and you know how your mother feels about you being late for your studies."

"Please, Papa?" She said, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.

"I suppose we can... but only more a little while."

Squealing with joy, she leapt to her feet and grabbed her father's hand, dragging him from the room and down the hallway to the stairs. Her father swept her off her feet and placed her upon his broad shoulders while they descended the staircase, with Henri laughing in delight the whole way down. When they reached the first floor entrance[comma], he set her down and they both ran to the glass doors that led to the garden, which was impeccably maintained by their stuffy but brilliant gardener, Leon. There were neat little rows of rose bushes and delicate looking shrubs, but Henri's favorite section was the orchard. Immediate she raced for the peach tree, plucking a piece of the ripe fruit from the lowest hanging branch before sinking her teeth into it. Her father followed her lead, pulling a peach from the tree for himself and taking a bite of the succulent fruit.

"Papa, do you think that just possibly there may be a chance than someone, long ago, may have buried their fortune in our backyard? A pirate perhaps? Mr. Daugon has taught me that pirates used to pillage and plunder other ships and ports to steal their riches, then bury their spoils for safe keeping." Henri said all of this in a fast jumble or words that her father could barely understand.

Mr. Gael knew what his daughter was hinting at, seeing a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. He grabbed a shovel that the gardener had left behind and handed it to Henri.

"Here, why don't you find out?" He told her with a smile. "I think that a pirate would find the ground under Mr. Leon's azaleas a prime location for burying treasure."

With a grin from ear to ear, she skipped off through the garden, heading for the aforementioned flowers, her father lazily following behind her. He didn't get very far, however, for only a moment later he could here the voice of his wife calling his name, and it was getting closer.

"Arthur, where is Henriette? Mr. Daugon is in the study waiting for her." Mrs. Gael was a beautiful woman with long, honey blonde hair and large blue eyes. As she stood there, with her hands on her hips and her brow furrowed in agitation, for all the world looking like a perturbed child, she greatly resembled their daughter.

"I believe she is playing over by - " He was interrupted by a large scream somewhere in the garden. "...Azaleas"

Only a moment later, Leon the gardener came stomping towards them, shovel in hand and Henri tagging along behind him, her dress and hands smeared with dirt.

"My beautiful azaleas! They are ruined! Ruined[comma], I tell you!" He shouted, waving around a flower that did indeed look rather worse for the wear.

Henri finally caught up to him, her head hanging down dejectedly. Her father tried to suppress a a grin as he placed his hand over his mouth. He coughed once to mask a laugh before motioning for Henri to go inside.

"Why don't you go on inside and find Mr. Daugon to begin your studies? Go on now."

Without a moments hesitated she bolted for the door, her mother shaking her head in amusement at her daughter's antics.

"Mrs. Gael," Leon whimpered. "My azaleas..."

"Oh Leon, you are such a magnificent gardener, I'm sure a few damaged flowers won't be a challenge for you," she told him over her shoulder as she and her husband headed inside.

"I know that you had something to do with this, Mr. Gael."

"I'm sure I have no idea what you are talking about."

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The walls of the study were lined with bookcases that ran floor to ceiling, with thousands of books that had been collected over many lifetimes. Some of them were still crisp and brand new, never having been opened but a great many of them were well-worn from continuous use. There was an intimidatingly large oak desk situated at the back of the room that her father used for business and at the moment there were papers covering the surface with a quill laying on top of one, dripping ink onto the parchment.

Mr. Daugon was seated in the corner of the room, dwarfed by the over-stuffed leather chair he was sitting in. His eyes looked too big for his face, magnified by his spectacles, and his mostly gray hair was pulled back from his face and held at the nape of his neck by a leather strap. He was a physically unimposing man in his late fifties but he had an intellect and presence that demanded respect from anyone he encountered, including Henri.

"I see you have finally decided to join me," he said, eying her dirty clothes and hands with a scrutinizing look. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes sir," she said, taking a seat on the couch across from him.

"I believe that last time we were discussing Athiost's works and the effect that they had on Artimidor's concepts regarding morality," he said, flipping through pages of a book that he held in her lap.

"Yes, I wasn't sure I understood it completely. When he speaks of morality being deduced to the individual perception of aesthetical experience, in what way is he defining "aesthetics"? Is he referring to one's personal view of what is or isn't beautiful or pleasing to the eye? Or is it more complicated than that?"

"What do you think Miss [delete period after Miss] Gael?" He asked her, always one to push his students into discovering the answer for themselves.

"I believe that he is referring to a person's sensory and emotional values and how they determine an individual's judgement of what is right or wrong and why they see it as such."

Mr. Daugon looked at his student from over the frame of his glasses, awed by the child's perceptiveness. Even at such a young age she was grasping theories and concepts that even he couldn't understand until he was much older than her. She was a gifted child but it was obvious to everyone, including himself, that she had a wild spirit. She would never be able to confine herself to four walls and a desk for any length of time. Her curiosity and love of nature would constantly draw her from scholastic endeavors, but perhaps that was a good thing. Nature inspires her and he was looking forward to seeing what brilliance would come of this gifted child.

Adolescence

The wind was strong but the skies were clear and beautiful, the sun burning so bright in that vast blue openness that it nearly pained the soul to look at it. The shores of Voldar were something out of a picture, the only thing marring its natural beauty was the ship anchored in the distant that Henri would soon find herself a passenger of. The rowboat was waiting to bring her to the Marianne which was going to be her home for many months to come. The ship's captain was a woman by the name of Juliana, who named the vessel after her late mother. She hired Henrietta to not only keep records in the ships log[comma], but to use her skills in science, aesthetics and cartography to make out their voyage from Voldar to the Scattersand Shoals where they would be looking for a secret, and perhaps nonexistent, cavern. The cavern, rumored to have been the harbor of a pirate by the name of Captain Bully Hayes, was suppose to have been hidden by a rising tide that left the entrance covered in water. The only wayinside was to swim.

Standing in the sand with her parents, the realization finally set in that she would be leaving them for the first time in her life. Voldar and her home in Fenwick manor was all she had ever known but even though she was nervous, her sense of adventure would not let her pass up this opportunity.

"You be careful, Henrietta, and mind what the captain tells you," her mother said, hugging her daughter fiercely while tears trickled down her flushed cheeks. Abruptly, she let go and turned to head back to the carriage before she could change her mind.

"This is only to be one of the most exciting experiences of your life, and while I will be worried sick, I could never take that away from you," her father told her, cupping her face between his large hands.

"I will miss you papa," her voice barely louder than a whisper.

He embraced her before helping her into the boat. Husband and wife stood together on the shore, watching their only child as she was rowed to the ship. She climbed the port-side ladder, waved to her parents and only a few moments later the anchor was drawn and the ship set off into the horizon, carrying the most precious cargo that it ever would, their daughter.

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Henri adapted to life aboard a ship fairly well, gaining her sea-legs rather quickly and making great use of them. At any given moment you could find her on deck, basking in the warming rays of the sun or leaning precariously over the balcony railing to catch a glimpse of the dolphins following in the ships wake. Her duties for the beginning of their journey were fairly minimal; keeping record of their location in the ships log and documenting their route south. It wouldn't be until they reached the Aetryam Sea that the real work would begin. But for now she was content to enjoy the good weather and the easy friendship that she was developing with her Captain.

"Look," Juliana said, appearing behind her from, seemingly, out of nowhere. "The merfolk are following us."

Leaning over the railing she could see their shadows under the water, the scales that coated their lower bodies glimmering in the sunlight. Their movements were completely coordinated, leaping in and out of the water in unison.

"They are beautiful creatures," Henri murmured. "I've only ever seen pictures of them."

"Yes, they are beautiful[comma], but more than that, they are very helpful when it comes to the weather. Can you here them calling? They're saying that a storm will be coming," Juliana said as she tossed a coin into the water than was immediately snatched up by one of the creatures.

"I have read that merfolk will inform sailors of inclement weather. Some say that it is a sort of extra-sensory perception that they possess."

"Whatever it is, I would suggest that you remain in your cabin tonight."

True to the merfolk's predictions, that night brought a brutal and terrible storm. Henri clung to the sides of her hammock in an attempt to keep it from spilling her onto the ground. Every loose item in the room was rolling back and forth from one side of the cabin to the other. Even from below deck[comma], she could hear the ferocity of the wind and rain pounding down onto the ship and the loud boom of thunder. Above everything she could hear Juliana shouting orders at her crew.

About three or four hours after the storm began, Juliana came bursting through the cabin door, dripping wet and grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious that she had enjoyed the excitement and she looked invigorated from all of the madness.

"The worst of it is over now. It should calm down soon."

"Is it safe to go up?" Henri asked hopefully, wanting to experience the storm for herself.

"If you're feeling up to it, I'll escort you topside."

The pair made their way above deck and into the squall. Henri stared up at the dark, ominous clouds looming over her. The wind had let up some but it still whipped the falling rain against her skin in a stinging spray. She tentatively followed Juliana to the helm and stared at her questioningly when she offered Henri the wheel.

"Why don't you take control of her for awhile. Our course is south, south-east. Do you think you can manage?" She asked Henri, stepping away in order to allow her access.

"Oh, yes!" Henri said in jubilation, taking the wheel in both of her hands and holding it steady. It was a wondrous feeling, being in control of such a large vessel. She turned the wheel to the left and marveled at its excellent maneuvering capabilities.

"You look like a natural," Julianna said with a grin, leaning against the railing and watching the horizon where the edge of the storm ended. "You're going to steer us clear of this mess."

This was one of the most exciting experiences of her life and she couldn't wait until they finally arrived at the Scatter Sand Shoals. That's when the real fun would begin.

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The islands could be seen off in the distance, little golden specks glistening along the horizon. It wouldn't be long before they arrived and their adventure began. Juliana joined Henri on deck, the pair standing at the railing, lost in the beauty of the ocean and comfortable in their companionable silence. They stood that way for a long time, neither speaking but both knowing that there was no need for words. It wasn't until they were coming up to the first island that Henri left the railing and ventured below deck to procure her maps. When she came back topside, Juliana was waiting for her.

"Well my now worldly scholar, which of these islands is the one we want?"

"Let's see. We are coming up on the island Aiden which is located here," she said, indicating the island on the map with the tip of her finger. "We are looking for Triam which is located just to the west of Aiden. You say that the cavern is hidden below water along the ridge of a steep cliff, which Triam has on its eastern facing shore."

"Well, let's have a look then, shall we?"

They dropped anchor just off the coast of the island[comma], and Juliana, Henri and four of the crew members rowed closer to the island in a boat, Juliana's first mate being left in charge of the Marianne. As they reached the edge of the cliffs, all six of the boat's occupants scanned the face of the cliff just below the waters surface, looking for any sign of an entrance.

"Look! Just there!" Henri shouted, pointing at a shadowy area right in front of them. "Do you think that is the entrance?"

"There is only one way to find out," said Juliana, stripping off her vest and tossing it onto the floor of the boat before diving into the warm, tropical water.

Henri stared after her in amazement before following the extraordinary woman's lead, diving in after her. The crew members also followed suit and soon the six of them were swimming through a narrow opening in the side of the cliffs, following a passage that opened into a large, oval-shaped cavern. Henri emerged from the water, marveling at her surroundings and finding herself speechless. There were numerous stalactites and stalagmites covering the ceiling and ground in every stage of their development. The light filtering through holes and cracks in the ceiling reflected off the water and onto the walls, coloring them a bright sea green in some places. The most amazing part of all was the remnants of a harbor. A decomposing dock was built into the wall at the far side of the cavern, with a wooden walkway that went along the wall and ended at a platform that led into what appeared to be another room.

Carefully following the path, the party made their way into the adjoining room, their hearts racing and their minds reeling at what they may possibly find. Their hopes were dashed, however, when they came to the opening only to find that the path had been blocked by many large rocks and boulders.

"There must have been a collapse..." Juliana said, more to herself than to her crew.

"I'm terribly sorry Juliana... I know how important this was to you and now the journey turns out to be for naught."

"Nonsense. All I planned on finding here were maybe some old tents or swords left by old pirates. It's the journey that was the adventure." She said with a wink of her eye.

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Juliana taught Henri something that day; she taught her to enjoy the journey and not worry so much about the destination. That the path you take and your experience along the way are more important than where you are going. Henri left Juliana and the Marianne[italics added] after that voyage but the two will occasionally get together to reminisce, share a glass of wine, laugh, cry and talk about everything and nothing at all.

Today Henri has chosen the life of a nomad[comma], a roaming gypsy with no plan or course. She enjoys the nature that surrounds her, reveling in her freedom and bursting with a love for life. She sells her maps and sea-charts for money[comma], and even though that doesn't bring in much coin, it is more than enough to support her lifestyle in its current fashion. She prefers to travel alone except for Pooka, a Rimrunner Terrier that her parents gave to her as a gift on her twenty-first birthday. Together they travel free and unimpeded by the strain and pressure of responsibility or a schedule.

Weapons
A small, silver dagger, about three palmspans from the bottom of the hilt to the tip of the blade with oiled leather wrapped around the hilt. It was given to her by her father the second time she left home but it has never been used. A strip of brown leather string laces through the back of the sheath and ties around her waist, leaving the dagger hanging at her hip.

Familiars

Name: Pooka
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Species: Canine
Breed: Rimrunner Terrier
Height: 3 Palmspans
Weight: 1Heb, 2 Ods
Hair: Cream
Eyes: Dark Blue

Pooka was given to Henri by her parents just over five years ago on her twenty-first birthday and she was immediately drawn to the tiny little ball of fur. Even as an adult he is still a very small dog, with medium length cream-colored fur and large, smiling blue eyes. He is a playful and very active dog who has no trouble keeping up with Henri in her travels. He is very intelligent and even knows several tricks that Henri taught him, such as: sit, lay, jump, paw, roll over and come. He enjoys the open road almost as much as his owner and has no qualms about saying so with a loud, high-pitched bark.


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Good luck to you in approval of your CD!
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« Reply #3 on: August 11, 2012, 01:38:26 AM »

Alright, I am finished and I have corrected the spelling and grammar mistakes in her history.
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« Reply #4 on: August 14, 2012, 03:17:11 AM »

That looks great! This is my first time here in the message boards. I done a lot of rping before though. She looks like a great character, i can easily imagine her!
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« Reply #5 on: August 14, 2012, 03:36:01 AM »

I agree with Shadeh, your CD looks ready for a read-through by a moderator. Well done, and an interesting read to boot!

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« Reply #6 on: August 15, 2012, 01:02:56 AM »

I agree with the others. Your character looks fine to me so my only comment is to say well done!
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« Reply #7 on: August 15, 2012, 11:02:25 PM »

This looks good.

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« Reply #8 on: August 21, 2012, 05:36:54 AM »

One more approval?
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« Reply #9 on: August 21, 2012, 05:48:23 AM »

 :D  Second Approval.  Will title tonight when I have more time, if one of the other Mods diesn't take care of this vefore then.  Great Job.
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« Reply #10 on: August 21, 2012, 02:57:00 PM »

Here you go dear, all set up :)
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