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She waited impatiently a few steps behind the young man as he fiddle with his keys. He paused to glance back her, she responded with a raised brow and he turned back to his task. Selirae could wait to get this awkwardness behind her and get her watch back. She would have to be careful with her possessions in the future. This wasn't Verlest. She had realized that some thieves would go after easily identifiable objects such as her watch. It even had her name inscribed on the inside, though he wouldn't have known that when he had stolen it. Still such an item if sold could be easily traced back especially if people were on watch for it, it didn't make logical sense to steal it. Money on the other hand was not traceable for the most part.

Selirae eyed his turned back contemplatively. He didn't seem exceptionally stupid, perhaps the man had predilection towards the items of the wealthy rather for wealth itself. Some merchants did the same, trying to fit in with the noble class, only finding themselves more loathed than those of lower social standing.

"Umm... would it be impossible for me to ask that you wait outside?" Korwyn dulled his eyes, knowing almost exactly what her response would be. "... My room's a little messy."

She blinked at his words then frowned.

“What do you think,” she said rhetorically. “I'm not about to take another risk of you getting away. Sorry,” she said flatly dismissive . It wasn't like she expected a young thief's refuge to be a finely furnished, impeccably clean bedchamber. Bedchamber? A slight flush touched her cheeks at a realization. The first masculine bedroom she would enter is going to be this thief's? She had been so obsessed with her goal the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Still, she wanted the watch back besid es if he tried anything she had her magick. She hoped her peers wouldn't hear of it, they wouldn't tired of teasing her about it for some time.

“Hurry up, I want my watch,” she urged.

ooc: typically the number of applicants to a rp is much higher than the number that stay with it. I just want to see who is still interested in the rp.

Korwyn looked off to the side, half embarrassed, half frustrated. "... I don't have it on me. It's in my loft at the end of the hall," he pouted like a child with a blown ego. "But it's in a place you'll never find it so you're gonna need me to fetch it for you!" For goodness sakes, his feet were freezing.

Is he sulking? It was a tension killer, which was why she instantly mistrusted it especially considering the source. She eyed him suspiciously, she would have to be cautious, the thief would probably bolt again given the chance. She stood up moving up the stairs ahead of him, subtly making herself taller than him.

“Fine. I'll release you. Don't try to run though, I'll just use magick again. And if you manage to get away with my watch again... Well, I'm quite stubborn. I will get it back at some point, if I have to drag my friends into it,” she said. A slight look of intense concentration settled on her features. The ice sublimed, leaving no mess. His clothing stirred as a light breeze fluttered around him. She gave him a cloying smile.

“Just a precaution,” she stated. The truth was that Selirae had limited magick skills due to her own lack of interest. Most of the spells she knew well were either just the basics to pass her classes or spells that gave her advantages in the mock fights she occasionally engaged in with friends. He didn't know that though. “Let's go get my watch.”

OOC: Is there anyone still here? XD

“Are you too stupid to follow a simple request,†she snarled back at him. She crossed her arms in front of her glaring at him imperiously. “I've given you a chance to redeem yourself already. Give it back to me now and I won't report the theft,†she said firmly, brushing back a curl that had fallen out of position during her fervent movement. Did he have the watch on him now? Did he have enough magick to melt the ice if she went to search for it? She sat down on the stairs peering at him intensely.

“So what do you say. Return the watch and we will count things as even.†She sighed as if exhausted.

OOC: Didn't know how to make it longer

Selirae grasp the front of skirts to prevent stepping on them as she ran up the stairs. Her face reflected her resolve and vague annoyance. She reached the top of the stairs, several hallways extended from the stairway. Selirae chose a few words of from Kalerath's extensive barrack vocabulary. She glanced at each hallway in turn, eyes narrow as she considered her choices. None of them looked more promising that the other. She reached into her purse and pulled out a ¼ ghel piece and threw it up into air and caught it in her hand. Selirae opened her hand to see which way the sharp end of the 1.4 piece pointed. Closing her hand around the ghel she ran into the selected hallway. At the end of the hallway was another set of stairs. As she was about to start up them, she noticed a figure towards the top. The young thief. She smiled and he turned away to make his escape again.

“Oh not this time,” she said with an unpleasant smile. A gust of wind slide under his feet as he raced up the stair. The wind shoved his feet back causing him to fall forward. The young man caught himself and would have been able to escape except that he found that his shoes had be encased in ice. She climbed the stairs in more dignified manner than prior.

“You will give me back my watch,” she ordered, glaring down at him.

Selirae hissed faintly as the young thief turned on his heels and ran right back into the restaurant. She gathered some of her skirt in a hand to prevent herself from tripping as she ran after him. This was not something she could let go of. She darted into the restaurant after him. Selirae paused upon entry, scanning the room quickly. He was not in this room, he must be in one of the rooms in the back. Lifting her skirts again, she scurried towards the back of the room. A woman stepped between her and her target. The woman held her hands out to stop Selirae.

“Miss, we don't,” she started, but Selirae interrupted her mid-sentence.

“Sorry, I don't have time for pleasantries, I assure you I intend no damage to your properties or to the good folk dwelling within it. Excuse me,” she said, using a touch of wind magick to gently push the woman out of her way as hurried further into the restaurant. She could hear the woman still mouthing complaints.

There was a couple routes she could choose. The way the waitresses attempted to stop her suggested a connection with the thief. She grimaced, he could have already popped out a window already, if he went to one of the downstairs rooms. She had to hope that he had went up stairs.

"He means no harm, really," Seiran shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure what he took from you, but if it's not of much value, I suggest you let it go. Korwyn's not exactly the most well-off individual."

“Even if he isn't well-off, that doesn't make stealing my watch permissible,” she replied in a caustic voice as she paced over to the indicated window to peer outside. The alley way was empty, the cursed thief had gotten away. She stood there for a moment, the glass was cool against the tips of her fingers. Selirae closed her eyes, anger rivaled with grief. Her shoulders lost their tension as grief won. Her expression was considerably calmer than when she had returned to the bar. She turned around favoring the patrons of the bar with an intense look, searching for any guilt in their expression. One man that had been watching her, turned away.

“I suppose I should watch the pawn shops,” she said, settling her gaze on the one who turned away. She walked swiftly toward the man, slapping her hand down on the table, forcing him to look up at her.

“Look, I don't want to hurt the guy or arrested him. I just want my watch back, it has sentimental value,” she said in a softer persuasive tone. She pondered giving the man some money to entice him to answer but it was possible money could encourage the wrong answers, so she waited. The man grimaced slightly and shook his head.

“Well, sometimes, I see him around the Northeast part of town. Not that trendy area, just south of that,” the man ventured. She favored him with comely smile, unsure whether she had gotten the truth or not.

“Thank you,” she said, surreptitiously slipping him several yhels in the careless manner of the wealthy. She strode quickly for the door, not saying another word. Tomorrow she would search the mentioned area for the young thief, hoping the man hadn't lied.

***

The lost of the watch had fretted her all night. Yawning, she scanned the crowds searching for the young man. She kept her hand near her purse as she pretended to browse the shops. She had nothing in her closet to help her appear more like a person that would shopping in this area, so she feinted amusement at the differences in what was carried. As she curiously inquired a vendor about origin of his goods, she noticed a familiar face exiting a restaurant. She smiled thanking the vendor in middle sentence and eased her way through the crowd towards the young man.

“I like to request that you return my watch,” she said with a strangely pleasant expression.

OOC: brief one, uninspired today. XD


"Wait," a young masculine voice called out. She paused half-turned. Who knew what the men around here would want. She should probably just ignore him. But as she started to walk, the young man collided with her. She took a step to the side to steady herself as he fell to the floor. Selirae glanced down at the young man, slight irritation flickering in her eyes. She took another step back as the man rose, her hand going to her purse checking the weight. It seemed about right. Maybe the man had been just trying to go for a grope. The young man bowed rapidly.

"I'm so sorry! I'm such a clumsy oaf that I forgot one of my shoes were untied,” he claimed. She eyed him with suspicion. Why the heck did he untie his shoes in a bar to begin with? He continued to apologize for the actions of his peers, who responded with laughter or hisses. The young man made a show of demureness and concern for her safety. Though she was still uncertain of his intentions, she inclined her head slightly in appreciation. Best to get out of the bar as soon as possible, before any of the others got some ideas.

“Thank you for your concern,” she said, her tone sweet. Her hand remained on her purse as she left the bar. She paused outside, taking in a deep breath of the cool night air. At least she had got out of the bar, most unmolested. She still had her money as far as she could tell. Although it would have been hard for the man to get at it as it was on the other side. If he hadn't been going for that, what was he going for. She frowned, placing at hand to her neck to feel for her necklace. It was still there. She lifted her wrist for inspection, the bracelet was still there too. Selirae slide her hand down the side of dress. Turning frantically to look at her hip as she continued to search for her watch. Gone. She swore viciously and turned around, opening the door again. As she stepped in again, she felt eyes drift to her again. She scanned the bar.

“Where's the guy that bumped into me,” she asked blandly, though her eyes were bright with anger.

OOC: Apologies for the lateness, family stuff. The ** indicates time jumps. Crappy post. XD

IC:

Selirae placed the pen back into the inkwell with a sigh. It was done. She had arranged to rent one of Lord Saren's apartments in Estavel. She would have preferred something in Verlest, however none of her connections had available spaces. Pending a response from her father's steward, all financial assistance would be routed to her at her new apartment and not to her mother's apartment. A polite scratch at the door alerted her to the return of the messenger.

“Come in,†she said, smiling as a boy around 13 years of age entered the room panting. He bowed, extending a letter to her with both hands. She took the letter gently from his hands with a thank you and broke the seal. Her eyes scanned briefly over the paper, confirming the answers she wanted. Nodding to herself, she folded up the letter and set it aside. She removed a couple yhels from her purse and handed the letter she had just written with the yhels as a tip.

“Give this to the head woman at the apartment, not the mistress.â€

“Yes, my lady.â€

“Oh also, see to it that a carriage is brought around for me,†she added, not bothering to correct the title. Most common folk preferred to play it safe and call every richly person by a title, much to the annoyance of real nobles.

“Certainly.†The boy bowed politely and left the room. She pushed a loose white curl behind her ear and rose with a sigh. It was time for her to leave to the hotel and see where she would be living at least for the time being. The place was unfurnished, so she would have to go shopping as well. Hopefully the servants at her mother's home would also send some of the furniture from her bedroom as well. She prepared to leave once more.



**

It was an elegant, white stone, two story building, though obviously an older apartment, it was well-kept and the pruned garden in the back was a plus. Still, to her sensibilities it was rather small despite the fact it was intended for a family rather than a single individual. It also lacked servant quarters, which meant that anyone she hired would have to live in the same building as herself or have a home of their own. There were a couple tasks she'd have to do on her own until she could hire others to do it for her.

Selirae finished lining up her hair accessories and shut the drawer of the beauty table. She straightened and gazed around the room. It was still fairly empty despite what the head woman had managed to have sent over: the wall hangings, one of the rugs, her beauty table and all the associated items, all her clothing of course, some of the smaller tables and chairs, a couple vases, and a couch. The bed had been too large to remove from the room, so she would have buy another one.

She grimaced as she felt a quiver in her midriff and then the accompanying grumble. Of course, there was that too. It was time to go shopping and pick up lunch. She had not yet browsed the local area , so she'd probably settle for something on the lower end.



**
She was fairly certain she had been overcharged judging by the gleams in the merchants' eyes. She had done her best to barter however she was at an disadvantage since she knew little of the monetary value of such mundane things. At least she had sated her hunger.

Selirae was conspicuous in the crowds of Estavel. The rich fabrics, the fashionable cut of her dress, tasteful jewelry, and the way her hair was done up indicated her relative wealth. Aware that she might be targeted, she kept her hand close to her purse hoping to prevent theft. As she paused by a stand selling cheap silver trinkets, she noted a tall man making his way through the crowds. His silken honey blonde hair was pulled back by a copper-toned silk ribbon. Broad shoulders were evident under the deep russet overcoat. She smiled and approached the man.

“Hello Ardrim. You must have come out to visit me,†she stated as she clasped the sleeve of his coat. Light blue eyes gazed down at her in a brief flicker of surprise, which quickly turned into a charming smile. He reached out to twist a vagrant, pale curl around his finger, then tugged on it. She swatted his hand away as he grinned.

“Of course I came to see you,†he said. A serious expression hovered over his features briefly. Her eyes narrowed marginally, she then shifted her eyes to one side. He gave the slightest of nods in response. She smiled brightly and gave his arm a pull.

“Well, come on. I'll show you the way. To be honest, I could use your opinion on décor. The place is so empty right now. I need to get furnishings, but I have no idea where to get them.†She chattered continuously as she guided Ardrim along, giving no signs of her internal thought processes. It didn't take them long to get to the apartment. They kept up a banter until she closed the door behind them. She dropped the facade instantly, pacing her hands on hips imperiously.

“Okay, just what are you up to,†she demanded. Ardrim sighed eloquently and shook his head.

“To be honest, I'm not exactly sure. My father didn't tell me much.†He shook his head again. “I don't want to get you involved.â€

“Too late. My interest is piqued. I'm not letting you off like that.†Ardrim gave another of his sighs and resigned. He was too well-acquainted with her stubbornness to resist.

“Fine, my father gave me a note to deliver to a bar in this area, but without being too noticeable. I suspect my family is planning to be involved in the resistance that has been forming against the current leadership. My father is still heart-broke over Veyrian.†He glanced away from her at the mention of his older sibling. She nodded with understanding. Veyrian, his older brother had disappeared about a year ago. Veyrian had been his parents favorite. They were inconsolable when the young man had vanished and desperately sought any clue as to their son whereabouts. What they had found led up to the Solanea house, however the connection had been weak, insubstantial. His parents believed in the validity of the connection, but had wisely kept it to themselves. By now the wound must be festering.

“Still sending you is foolish,†she said curtly

“Excuse me?†A brow was raised in query.

“You never leave Verlest. Even if you made up some sort of excuse of visiting other poets and teachers at the academy, you have never shown a history of it. It is also likely that your family is being watched.†He closed his eyes, his features troubled.

“So you want to deliver the message for me.â€

“Precisely. I have a reason to be wandering around Estavel. I also been known to associate with commoners. My reputation will discount me as possible threat.â€

“It will also make it easier for them to remove you should they suspect you,†he said with a frown. She shrugged in response.

“Which why I intend to be careful and we will need to alternate methods of communication.†Selirae extended an arm towards him, palm up. He pulled a small folded piece of paper into her hand.

“Be careful, Selirae,†he said, tucking a curl behind her ear. It isn't as safe here as in Verlest.â€
“I know. I always have magick to fall back on or perhaps I should make some of my 'potions'†Ardrim grimaced comically, shaking his head.

“Don't cause any property damage.†She smiled in response.



**

Selirae had wandered slowly towards the bar in the deepening darkness. She glanced down at the card in her hand and glanced up at the various shops that were now closed. Playing the role of the bewildered lost semi-noble woman was more taxing than she expected it to be.

“It should be around here. They said it would be still be open at this time. I don't see it though.†Selirae paused to check her watch which was attached by a gold chain and a clip to her hip. It was a pretty thing with a gold body, silvery metal hands, and careful engraving. It had been a graduation gift by Mathus, the owner of the Kalerian clock shop. Watches were still expensive, this one was the original prototype that was powered by the small rose-toned alchemic stone placed into the back. It required no winding making it more convenient than the conventional watch.

“I guess I can go ask in there,†she muttered to herself and turned towards one of the few lit places, a bar. She coughed upon entering the bar, slipping the piece of paper a bit more forward in her sleeve. Glancing about the room, she located bartender. She winced, feigning discomfort and moved towards the counter. Selirae was aware of the sudden decrease of noise in the bar and the eyes following her.

“I was wonder if you know where this shop is,†she said setting down the card on the counter and pushing it towards the barkeep with an index finger. The man looked her over with a raised brow.

“The price of that information is a drink.†There were masculine chuckles behind her. She shifted, sighing.

“Fine then, do you carry wine of some sort?†The bartender turned around towards the assorted bottles and crates behind him. He selected a bottle and glass, then poured it in front of her.

“That will be one and ¼ yhels.â€

“The cheapest of the cheap,†she murmured to her self as she pulled her purse out and removed the required amount. She slid the small folded piece of paper into her hand, concealing it with the yhels. The bartender flicked his eyes up to her quickly as he felt the paper, she let her chin drop slightly to assure him. He slipped both paper and money into his pocket casually with a wry smile. She took a slip of the wine with a faint grimace.

“So are you going to tell me where it is or not?†He grinned at her.

“This place.†He nodded at the card. “Has been out of business for several months.†She feigned rage, slapping both hands down on the counter.

“You could have told e from the start!†More laughter echoed behind her. She turned her glare on the other patrons and made for the door.



OOC: okay this is probably the last long post.

OOC: note to spike: Please look over currency values on the first post. My suggestions are: for the eat and run would be about 10-20 yhels, the faux jewelry guy- 40-50 yhels, and 1-10 ghels for the weapons smuggler. As for the Aelthir meeting posts so far. It is our fault for not giving you guys an alias to use, Aelthir would not use his real name so freely. His existance in the city is a secret after all. He would be likely to have guards with him as well.





She placed a gloved hand delicately on the proffered arm and gathered her skirts to step down from the carriage. Releasing the coachman's arm, she allowed her skirts to fall back into place and walked down the cobble stone walkway to the elegant city apartment. Her path was lit by small white orbs set into the stone. The orbs stored sunlight during the day, then released their stored light once night had fallen. Behind her she heard carriage move off, gravel scattered on the parkway until horses reached the stone streets. She sighed and glanced up at the building in front of her. The lights were still on inside. She'd probably have to go turn them off once she got inside. Her mother tended to sent the servants home when she had patrons. The apartment itself had been an extravagant gift from one of her mother's patrons, years before Selirae had been born. It was adequate for persons of lower castes of nobility but rather large for a family of their size.

Selirae fumbled with her keys at the door, finally selecting the right one and slipped it into the key slit. The door opened with a mechanical click. She stepped into the brightly lit entrance hall. The lack of a greeting confirmed her assumption that the servants had been dismissed. The apartment always felt slightly abandoned without the servants. She shut the door behind her, the heels of her shoes clacking against the tiled floor. She headed for the elegant curve of the stairs. Removing the silver dove pin from her cloak and untying the cinches, she freed herself from the velvet cloak. She placed the cloak on the varnished wood railing. One of the servants would have it laundered in the morning. Selirae climbed the stairs slowly, lifting her skirts slightly so she wouldn't trip.

The hallway on the second floor was less bright than the entry way with the only light fixtures next to the doors. The sound of her footfalls were muffled by the deep rug that ran from the stairs down the entire length of the hall. The complex pattern on the rug followed the current pattern of apparel and decoration. She found the complexity to be more irritating than fascinating. Plucking the hair pins from the curls piled upon her head, she freed her hair to fall into soft ringlets down her back. As she passed her mother's upper parlor she paused with a frown. Taking a step back to glance into the room, she became aware of her error. Her mother was still entertaining a client despite her promises to be done by this hour.

The pair were seated on a sofa of pastel pink and richly embroidered with briar rose pattern. The pink flattered her mother's looks but did absolutely nothing for the man. Though little could be done to make the man look worse in her opinion. His folds of fat were outlined by the tightness of his vest. The vest itself was a garish shade of purple and only emphasized his ruddy complexion. His silk shirt was subdued shade of ivory however the color was entirely inappropriate as evidenced by the darkening circles by his underarms. She even noted sweat beading up on his balding head. His eyes were an acceptable shade of hazel but lack the spark of intelligence and were glossed over with mingled lust and greed. She swallowed in disgust and forcefully turned her head away. Gibkoug. Selirae was about to ignore what she had seen and head up to her room when a voice called out.

“Wait.” She paused and unwillingly dragged her eyes back to the pair. Dhobar was smiling at her in manner that made her keenly uncomfortable. “Is this your daughter, Avelyth,” he queried, slurring his words slightly. Her eyes narrowed slightly. The drunken fool.

“Yes, that is Selirae. Selirae,” her mother prompted. Her mother's smile poisonously sweet and her eyes were sharp with anger.

“I'm sorry for disrupting you, Lord Gibkoug, Mother,” she said inclined her head apologetically.

“Come over here, let me get a look at you, girl,” he said and she moved forward resentfully, her back stiff with rejection. “Last time I saw you couldn't have been more than 8 years old. You've grown up well.”

“Thank you, however I do believe we were at the same party only three months ago. However, it most likely did notice me as I admit I was socializing with people in the same age group as I,” she said in voice as cloyingly toxic as the smile her mother had given her. The emphasis on her age was lost Gibkoug.

“It is a pity I didn't meet you then.”

“Yes, truly,” she replied incautiously sarcastic. The man was too stupid to pick up on it anyways. “If you will excuse me, I must attend to some business.” His eyes scoured over her once more before he nodded. She clench her hands into fists. The hairpins she held dug into her flesh. The sharp pain helped distract her from her rage and revulsion. She sketched a curtsy and left the room promptly.

“Excuse me a moment I wish to speak to my daughter,” her mother's voice said from behind her. Selirae continued forward until her mother caught her in the hallway, half way to her room. Avelyth's fingers bit into the soft flesh of her upper arm. Selirae paused to address her mother, not bothering to turn around.

“How can you even stand the presence of that grotesque, odoriferous, conceited, pestilence of a man.”

“He's head of his clan and he made a generous patron gift. And you should mind your manners around him.”

“Like the fat sop would notice sarcasm if it bit him. The man pollutes the very air he breaths. He treats his citizens like commodities and steals whatever gains they make. I would have thought you'd have better taste, but I guess you were always tasteless when it came down to your greed and with your looks fading you are willing to grab at any morsel no matter how detestable-” Her voice was a cut off by a sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh. Selirae glared back at her mother, holding her cheek. Her mother in one smooth motion had yanked Selirae around and slapped her with her free hand. She pried her mother's hand off her arm and marched to her room.

Selirae locked the door behind her and leaned against it, fuming. She couldn't stand it anymore. That man particularly, but in all honesty she was plain sick of watching her mother pander to those men. She closed her eyes then took action. She changed into a set of riding clothes and pack a change of clothing into the largest bag she had. Selirae tossed all her jewelry into the bag as well, she did not trust her mother not confiscate them while she was gone. Hauling the bag and all the currency she had, she headed out the door. The door to the upper parlor was closed, though she could hear her mother's and Gikoug's voice. She moved quickly to the stair and scurried out the door to the stable. There, she saddled her horse, grateful for the fact that she seen the procedure often enough to do it on her own. Getting the bag up on the horse as well took some effort, but somehow she managed it. With a touch of her boots to the sides of her horse, she was gone.

Everybody is just eager. ^-^ Doesn't really bother me.

There has been an update/edit on the first post of topic regarding currency. It maybe prudent to look it over. There is also a list of the approved members. ^-^

Name: Selirae Fealtos

Age: 19

EDIT: Sex: F

Appearance: Selirae is perfection manifested or at least that is what she claims. In truth, she is lovely young woman of average height (5'4”). Gracefully long limbed with lush curves, Selirae maintains her figure with ease. Her pale blonde/white hair falls to mid-back, however typically she keeps her hair up. Selirae's strongest feature are her wide eyes, which are an unusual shade of gray and surrounded by long, black lashes. Her delicate facial features are perfectly aligned. Overall, she looks the part of a courtesan or noble.

Magick Ability: Level 3 (Water and Wind). Her mastery of these elements are quite basic especially considering that she went to the Institute of Alchemy.

Job Class: Technically she has an alchemy license, but she does not work as one. Heck, she doesn't work at all.

Noble/Citizen: Citizen (Her birth is illegitimate hence she is not considered noble.)

District: Verlest (This will change to Estavel either during or after first post.)

Alignment: good

Background/History/Personality:
Selirae's mother, Avelyth Fealtos was herself a daughter of a common woman and a noble. Avelyth's great beauty and style allowed her to become a popular courtesan. She knew the game well enough to earn a good living, however beauty eventually fades and Avelyth decided that she needed some insurance. This is how Selirae comes into the picture. After capturing the attention of one of the richer noblemen (Seleran Hythenos), Avelyth allowed herself to become pregnant with his child (Selirae). Seleran was generous with his financial support of his illegitimate daughter, however he expressed little in the child or the mother. Avelyth's ploy had failed.

Selirae only met with her father at the parties she attended with her mother. These meetings were awkward such that she ceased her attempts to gain his attention and begun avoiding him early in her childhood. This suited Seleran as well. He continued to offer generous financial support even when she became an adult, Selirae never turned down the allowance (as most of her peers receive allowances from their parents as well, she saw it rightfully hers).

Her relationship with her mother is somewhat strained and the pair have never been particularly close. Avelyth alternatively neglected and spoiled her daughter. She took pleasure in showing off her daughter's appeal while Selirae was still young. Avelyth's profession was often at odds with her daughter's presence. When Selirae knew her mother had a patron coming, she either bothered her peers to allow her to sleep over or hung out at one of the local shops. Two of the owner's of the local shops took pity on her and taught her a bit of their trade to keep her entertained. Thus Selirae learned the rudiments of clothing design and mechanisms, which remained interests of hers into adulthood.

As Selirae got older, Avelyth begun to see her own child as competition. So she sent her daughter off to the Institute of Alchemy in the hopes that it would keep her daughter away from her own profession. The tactic was pointless because the endless flow of men in Avelyth's life disgusted her daughter such that Selirae had no interest following her mother's footsteps.

In school Selirae was a disinterested student only doing the minimum to pass her courses. Many of her classmates were noblewomen, who showed little interest in befriending an illegitimate child of a noble, not to mention a courtesan's get. The result was that Selirae learned to shrug off criticism and developed a distaste for gossip.

Personality: Selirae is a slacker, only pursuing her interests. She is intelligent and exceptionally knowledgeable about politics, however she detests pandering to people's egos and as a result will never go far in that sphere. She tends to be blunt hence ruining many potential friendships, but on the other hand she tends to be a good judge of character. She has a playful streak that particularly shows around her close friends, she tends to be more guarded around nobles she doesn't like or know well.


Bleeeh, it is not as clear and detailed as I would like, but it should be adequate for now.


DEMO:


“Checkmate,” a sultry contralto voice lilted pleasantly. Selirae leaned back into overstuffed chair, pleased with herself. Pale lids drooped over dark gray eyes as she relaxed and savored the sound Kalerath's soft cursing. Kelarath was a slender youth of the Talerris house. Raven-haired with dusky skin and piercing green eyes, he followed the canons of his house. While not defective in his appearance, he had one deficient that made him the black sheep of the family and that was his lack of concern for his social status. It was this precisely that made him a good friend for Selirae, who's heritage was inferior to most of her peers.

“And I thought a graduate of the Vadeaunia Academy would be skilled at chess. After all chess is essentially a war game. I know they teach basic military strategy at the academy,” she teased, opening one eye to peek at him. He was pouting boyishly, arms crossed over his chest in angry denial.

“It is not the same thing at all!” He rose swiftly and paced over to the elegantly carved table which held several pastries and refreshments. Kalerath took his time selecting a pastry suitable to his tastes. He suddenly turned and flung the cream puff at her head. She ducked reactively and the cream puff sailed over her head and into the base of the door. Blinking, she turned to look at the ruptured cream puff on the floor with dabs of cream sticking to the door itself. She shifted her gaze back to Kalerath, eyes wide with surprise. He blinked back at her blankly. Selirae raised a hand to cover her mouth as she broke into laughter. A grin slowly spread across his features.

“You couldn't think of anything else to say, so you threw a pastry at me? How old are you now,” she gasped as she calmed herself.

“Something like that,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Pulling out a cushioned chair by the table, he settled himself comfortably. Selirae smiled covertly, rising to join him but instead seating herself in a chair she stood behind him and leaning forward, laxly rested one arm on his shoulder. She slide her other arm under his, gently placing her hand against his waistcoat as she rested her head on his free shoulder.

“Or maybe you were just trying to distract me from your loss,” she purred and clasped his chin with her free hand to prevent him from turning away. Her head tilted as she caught a better view of his expression. His face was suffused with blood but not due to her nearness but from anger. Kalerath had never been a good loser and she had always enjoyed teasing him mercilessly over it. She smiled as his spine stiffened.

“What are you two doing.” The query came from Ardrim Kithdral, who was standing in the now open doorway with a tray of tea cups and a porcelain teapot. Ardrim had impeccable taste, it was obvious in the elegant furnishings of the room and his effortless sense of style. He was also a beautiful young man with honey blond hair and crystalline blue eyes. His attractive face had settled into lines of disgust as he realized what he had stepped into something. He moved his foot aside to inspect the flattened pastry and sighed.

“Both of you are lucky that it landed on the floor instead of one of the rugs.” He carefully scraped his shoe clean on the floor and moved forward to settle the tray on the table. Selirae choked back her amusement and released Kalerath. She slid over to a chair. Ardrim poured her cup of tea and handed it to her gracefully. She thanked him and set it down on the table. The tea was still too hot to drink so she stirred it with a small spoon to cool it off. Kalerath was loading his tea with cubes of sugar. She grimaced in distaste.

“Oh I forgot to tell you, I got tickets for Jevernist's new opera. I was finally able to get a nice box,” Kalerath stated as he paused his task at hand.

“Who are you inviting? Not that detestable Myriela again,” Ardrim demanded as he settled himself into a chair as well.

“No, I'm over her. Plus she is a real twit to Selirae.” Their gaze shifted to her, she shrugged.

“I'm not particularly fond of her either, but I can handle whatever those prissy girls can toss at me. So invite whomever you want. Oh, except for Brevanin. That jerk is completely unsubtle with his leers. The next time he tries to touch me, I'll make sure no woman will go near him again,” she vowed. Ardrim coughed to hide his amusement and Kalerath moved his hand unconsciously downward in a protective manner. She shrugged one shoulder in response. “Laugh if you want, however I am serious.”

“I'm planning on asking Serawyn, Cadius, and Liseva first. Are you fine with them?” Selirae and Ardrim shared a glance then nodded in tandem.

“By the way, what time will you be returning home,” Ardrim asked.

“Not very discreet,” she replied without taking offense. Ardrim and Kalerath were prone to speaking their minds when only their close peers were around. “Probably in a hour or so. At least that is what she said.”

“Your mother is salacious,” Kalerath stated bluntly, knowing it would annoy her. Returning the favor, she threw her teacup directly at his center of mass. A brief look of concentration crossed his face as he 'caught' the cup in midair. His superiority didn't last for long, he had forgotten that he needed to stop the momentum of the fluid inside the cup as well. He yelped and jumped up as the hot liquid hit his vest and he showered her with creative invectives that made her grin in delight. The heat broke his concentration and the cup started to fall but was 'caught' by Ardrim, who floated the teacup back on the table, refilled it with tea and handed it back to her.

“Please don't throw the porcelain.”

“Sorry, he deserved it. My mother is nearly 44 years old.”

“She does not look it, 35 at most,” Kalerath replied as he seated himself once more.

“Do you know how many potions she uses to keep that way? That was part of the reason she sent me to alchemy school. Here, my apologies, I'll help you.” She concentrated on the fabric of his vest and slowly drew the liquid from it. The fabric stiffened as the moisture was removed. He shrugged his shoulders to resettle the vest. She glanced at Ardrim, who lifted up the lid of the nearly empty teapot. The orb of dark red liquid floated over into the teapot.

“How is your most recent set of poems going, Ardrim,” she queried, changing the conversation to more pleasant matters.


OOC: Apologies for grammatical errors. I have a tendency to drop out small words and occasionally endings. My mind works faster than my fingers type. I do try to catch my errors. If you have any difficulty with any of my sentences, please let me know and I will fix it. Kinda a boring post, oh well. I've been having some difficulty deciding how my character should speak. They are noble but they are young and slightly undermature.