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He Hated the World But She Just Wanted to be Apart of it.
Back in the days of traders and pirates. Magic and witches. Where the regard for human life depended on how you were born and who you were born to, and just plain luck. There was a man who hated the world and all the people in it. He considered them greedy and without morals. He had seen people sell their own children for a better status, money or favor. Kick there ailing aged parents to the streets to save a few copper pieces. Nobody saw the value of human life it seemed and to be honest he was starting to see no value in it either. He considered how truly cleansing it would be if they could wipe out the evil and start again with the good. But he was a smart man. He knew that no matter what evil would rear its ugly head again and again. Because no matter how many times the earth was reset somebody would ruin it. A single thought, a word said in anger. The evil might not be the same as before but it would be there. So there really was no hope. He figured. So instead he ran a shop in the woods, filled with potions, magic and sweets galore. He sold poisons to women whose husbands were abusive. He sold children healing potions in case their parents were cruel. He had normal potions too. People feared and respected him, good and bad. It was a good life. He had potions for everything he considered ethical and even made and sold candies and pastries to everyone regardless of status. And that’s how he lived. Enjoying his cabin/shop in the woods with his black and white world view. Far away from the evils of the humans.
She on the other hand was a slave. One of the kids whose parents had given her up for something better. She was much older now and she didn’t remember what. She saw the same world as him but chose to see the animals and flowers instead of the Pain and Destruction. Doesn’t mean she didn’t see it. She did and she chose to help in the only way she could, sneaking bits of food or clothing to the outcasts and beggars or to a starving animal. She knew if she was caught she would be punished and a few times she was. She never let the pain dull her mind. In fact sometimes she would dream of being able to leave the house, leave her master and get to try the new things she had always wanted. A garden, sweets, rain and she had always wanted to climb a tree. Maybe even have a pet. She wanted to be hugged. She had seen other people do it and they looked so happy. Unlike what her master did to her, that was not hugging and she had never wanted it. She wanted a life where if she said no maybe someone would listen. A world without bruises, torn clothing and abuse. A world where she could have a pretty dress. She would give anything for that. She had hope and believed that the world could be a better place for everyone. If everyone just helped instead of hurt. Evil may not be able to be wiped out but it could be dampened.
Now he believed that having servants and slaves were normal because that was the world he lived in but he didn’t believe in sex slaves or beating slaves if they did wrong.
He said it was like buying a beautiful clock and then one day it stopped ticking. You don’t smash the clock to bits you find out the problem is and fix it. Just because it’s broken doesn’t mean you throw it away.
He abhorred the people who whipped or raped their servants or slaves inflicting pain on another human was in bad taste. Which is why he had never owned one. He didn’t really want someone around all the time. He didn’t think he could be someone somebody else relied on.
(They can meet one of two ways. He is visiting her master for a potion or food consultation and she messes up something and her master punishes her and it angers him so he steps in OR she finally gets a chances to get away because of a lady she fed and she runs into the woods at night hiding in his shop because they are right behind her.)
Back in the days of traders and pirates. Magic and witches. Where the regard for human life depended on how you were born and who you were born to, and just plain luck. There was a man who hated the world and all the people in it. He considered them greedy and without morals. He had seen people sell their own children for a better status, money or favor. Kick there ailing aged parents to the streets to save a few copper pieces. Nobody saw the value of human life it seemed and to be honest he was starting to see no value in it either. He considered how truly cleansing it would be if they could wipe out the evil and start again with the good. But he was a smart man. He knew that no matter what evil would rear its ugly head again and again. Because no matter how many times the earth was reset somebody would ruin it. A single thought, a word said in anger. The evil might not be the same as before but it would be there. So there really was no hope. He figured. So instead he ran a shop in the woods, filled with potions, magic and sweets galore. He sold poisons to women whose husbands were abusive. He sold children healing potions in case their parents were cruel. He had normal potions too. People feared and respected him, good and bad. It was a good life. He had potions for everything he considered ethical and even made and sold candies and pastries to everyone regardless of status. And that’s how he lived. Enjoying his cabin/shop in the woods with his black and white world view. Far away from the evils of the humans.
She on the other hand was a slave. One of the kids whose parents had given her up for something better. She was much older now and she didn’t remember what. She saw the same world as him but chose to see the animals and flowers instead of the Pain and Destruction. Doesn’t mean she didn’t see it. She did and she chose to help in the only way she could, sneaking bits of food or clothing to the outcasts and beggars or to a starving animal. She knew if she was caught she would be punished and a few times she was. She never let the pain dull her mind. In fact sometimes she would dream of being able to leave the house, leave her master and get to try the new things she had always wanted. A garden, sweets, rain and she had always wanted to climb a tree. Maybe even have a pet. She wanted to be hugged. She had seen other people do it and they looked so happy. Unlike what her master did to her, that was not hugging and she had never wanted it. She wanted a life where if she said no maybe someone would listen. A world without bruises, torn clothing and abuse. A world where she could have a pretty dress. She would give anything for that. She had hope and believed that the world could be a better place for everyone. If everyone just helped instead of hurt. Evil may not be able to be wiped out but it could be dampened.
Now he believed that having servants and slaves were normal because that was the world he lived in but he didn’t believe in sex slaves or beating slaves if they did wrong.
He said it was like buying a beautiful clock and then one day it stopped ticking. You don’t smash the clock to bits you find out the problem is and fix it. Just because it’s broken doesn’t mean you throw it away.
He abhorred the people who whipped or raped their servants or slaves inflicting pain on another human was in bad taste. Which is why he had never owned one. He didn’t really want someone around all the time. He didn’t think he could be someone somebody else relied on.
(They can meet one of two ways. He is visiting her master for a potion or food consultation and she messes up something and her master punishes her and it angers him so he steps in OR she finally gets a chances to get away because of a lady she fed and she runs into the woods at night hiding in his shop because they are right behind her.)
Magic may be accepted as truth but is not common. It might be harnessed only by specific beings. Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones.
Renaissance
Combat is expected as part of the storyline but it won't dominate the plot.
Romance is expected but not required, and will be accompanied by other plot.
I would love to be apart of this. so much. I have a new character that I am working on that I think would be perfect. I've posted a response below, to see if you like my rp style.
There was a hug of houses in the green that together made a village. The village homes were stamped in the wide valley as if placed by some careful and meticulous collector - the glow of magical plasma lighting the darker streets and revealing their magical secrets. This was a place of magic and laughter but also great suffering. As he walked through the village, leading his horse behind him, his eyes could not help but notice the suffering of the slaves that wandered back and forth, completing their masters bidding so they could go home to their beds and pray for a better life. One Bricriu knew was unlikely to happen. He had to remind himself that he was here for trade. To make money so that he could fund his life away from this place. He was a handsome man who lived alone like a hermit. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. From the soft hand he gave a child that fell down in front of him while playing as he helped her up and gently pressed her hair behind her ear as he continued through the village towards his client's home.
No one feature made Bricriu so handsome, though his eyes come close. People often spoke of the colour of his eyes, as if that were of importance, yet he would be beautiful in any shade. But their depths were deep, swirling like the depths of a stormy sea, glowing from within as though heavenly beads of lapis lazuli wished to escape from their depths. From them came an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness. It made him stand out - he gave everyone - owned or free this look of a gentleman. Not one of weakness or trite politeness, but one of great spirit and noble ways. As each year passed the lines deepened upon his face, but they were like roads to the map of his gentle soul. The soul that shone through his irradescent, pale skin.
Pausing at the home he had been summoned to, he had to straighten himself up, pulling on his clothing to look a little more presentable and pushing back his pale hair before he knocked on the door, rubbing his thumb around the ring on his finger on the opposite hand, the dark stone at the centre shimmering a moment as the magic in his fingertips pressed against the cool stone. He wasn't a strong magician, but he had enough to make a living using his magic skills to make potions for a living. That was why people sought his services.
No one feature made Bricriu so handsome, though his eyes come close. People often spoke of the colour of his eyes, as if that were of importance, yet he would be beautiful in any shade. But their depths were deep, swirling like the depths of a stormy sea, glowing from within as though heavenly beads of lapis lazuli wished to escape from their depths. From them came an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness. It made him stand out - he gave everyone - owned or free this look of a gentleman. Not one of weakness or trite politeness, but one of great spirit and noble ways. As each year passed the lines deepened upon his face, but they were like roads to the map of his gentle soul. The soul that shone through his irradescent, pale skin.
Pausing at the home he had been summoned to, he had to straighten himself up, pulling on his clothing to look a little more presentable and pushing back his pale hair before he knocked on the door, rubbing his thumb around the ring on his finger on the opposite hand, the dark stone at the centre shimmering a moment as the magic in his fingertips pressed against the cool stone. He wasn't a strong magician, but he had enough to make a living using his magic skills to make potions for a living. That was why people sought his services.
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