Post by Thomasin Eldreth on Oct 18, 2009 0:44:15 GMT -5
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FULL NAME: Thomasin Eldreth
PET NAMES: Tom, Tommy.
AGE: Twenty-five
BIRTH DATE: 18th May
BIRTH PLACE: Thalsa, Soleil Hill.
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight, but has been known to let her eye linger too long on attractive women.
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Midwife. Mostly to Upperclass women, but she will go out to any part of the city to assist women in childbed.
FEALTY: For, at the moment. This may or may not change.
OUT OF CHARACTER: Lui
WAYS OF CONTACT: I'll PM you my msn and aim
EMAIL: - - - -
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HISTORY:[/blockquote]
Thomasin was born in a small family mansion, in Soleil Hill, Thalsa. Her father was a rich trader, and her mother was a well known courtesan. She grew up with two older brothers, and three younger sisters in the small mansion, and at times, chaos reigned. The siblings might as well have gouged each others eyes out, with the damage they did to each other. Most of Thomasin's damage was made in half-hearted self-defense. The siblings arguments and fights were never truly malicious, and she found herself growing fond of the dripping sarcasm and playful hate that erupted between them all. To be an Eldreth meant a biting tongue, a quick wit and the ability to mask your emotions in the blink of an eye. She was usually a warm and compassionate girl however, and found it quite difficult to hide her foremost emotions. It took a while for her to become adept at it, but the practice was worth it. She realised that in such a public view - what with her father being a wealthy trader and her mother being a patron and courtesan - a mask of stern discerning would always come in handy. Her tutor and maid didn't very much like her gradual transformation, and forever made comments about her losing her soul to commerce and courting. Under the surface though, her warm and humour loving self bubbled, and took in the new sights and wonders around her. As she grew into a young woman, her curiosity almost became uncontrollable. She was a bright young student, and found pleasure in learning anything and everything she could.
As a young woman of fifteen, Thomasin had thoroughly grown bored of wandering around the family home all day, and took it upon herself to wander around the city. Of course, she wasn't a complete idiot. She took one of her brothers with her so her father couldn't punish her for being within the city without supervision of a chaperon or maid (there was no convincing the women go to with her). On these eventful days, she found herself walking through every district, with some excuse or another for her brother as to why she would be there. The excuses did wear thin and stale, but what she did see, shocked her. Poverty and hunger everywhere. People being used as slaves, tax men chasing poor traders. It sickened her, through her granite mask of sobriety. When the ventures ceased completely, Thomasin found herself irritated by the mere presence of her parents and all her siblings, save her eldest brother. She was at an age where women's cycles and female 'hysteria' could be used an excuse for slipping snide remarks, but they did float too well. Amidst her sixteenth year, a female Physician visited the home to attend to one of her sick sisters. The triplets had never been right, and now appeared in sickly health. Despite her distaste for them, she remained by their bedsides for days. Whilst sleeping in her sisters airy room, she had chance to talk with the Physician, and over time, she began to help with things. Her father was dubious about her attending to such things, but her mother outright supported the idea. When the triplets grew healthy again, the Physician offered to take Thomasin in and teach her. The young woman jumped at the chance.
It was a dangerous and squalid affair, making rounds with the Physician. Some women would die in childbirth, sometimes the babies would die. People caught diseases and coughed up their insides, or caught things from the prostitutes and lay shivering in their beds. At first, Thomasin was visibly shaken by all of it, but her in-built ability to mask and hide blossomed, and she began an efficient and well organised Midwife, who became known for her sharp tongue and fiery wit.
Over the years, Thomasin refused several offers of marriage from traders, a council member old enough to be her grandfather, a stone mason, and what she thought to be a male prostitute. She adored the latter out of them all, but knew that her father wouldn't have agreed to any of their proposals. She even kept most of them secret, finding herself embarrassed by their comments of her beauty.
Currently, Thomasin travels from city to city, assisting women in pregnancy, childbirth and childcare. She's also very adept at advising young and older women on issues of female health. Her tutor and patron, still lives, but stays within the confines of a home in Thalsa with her two large dogs.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: A day in the forge had left her exhausted, and a fresh bucket of water and bunch of lavender and chamomile from the apothecary had began to wake her senses, and gently scrub away soot, sweat and pain from her muscles. She braided a long plait down her back, and pulled on a fresh dress, undergarments, boots, and headed out of the door, pulling it closed hard with a small curse under her breath. Her purse lay beneath a layer of petticoat, and thanks to a fruitful day of smashing hammer against metal, it was quite full of silvers. The large rung of keys was nestled deep within her stays somewhere, and she could feel the warm iron jar against her ribs. It was a familiar and comforting feeling, for no man would be invading her waist with his hands tonight. She fully intended to catch up with friends and drink as much mead as possible without absolutely obliterating herself. It was just so unladylike. Besides, when she drank a little too much, she always muddied the hem of her dress, and there was already enough washing to do as it was. With a huff, she avoided the crowds and men and woman that accumulated outside of the Arrow, shooting warning glances at the men who cooed and cat called - they only did it because they didn't see her as a real woman. If she'd really wanted, she could have hitched up her skirts and shown some leg, but it would probably have made them keel over.
It was always difficult to push herself into the depths of the Arrow, but she eventually made it to the bar area and lent against the deeply scarred wood with a sardonic edge to her expression "Tankard of mead...and some bread and cheese if you've it, ta" she fumbled in her skirts, produced a few silvers and pushed them over the bar with a furrowed brow, casually pointing towards a table that was semi occupied. She groaned. They were all occupied. But what had she really expected here? The place was heaving after a heavy days work. Men jeered and drank, spat and ranted. Women and tavern girls walked around, glancing off and avoiding men's attempts to brush their hands over their waists. Bree smirked, and trudged over to the said semi-occupied table, slumping down, pulled her long, dark braid over her shoulder. The man looked vaguely familiar, but he grinned at her widely and started ranting off in some foreign language she didn't care to understand "Comment allez-vous?" and started to edge towards her with his eyes bleary. Bree rose a brow, swore callously in her own tongue and stood up quickly, stalking off towards the other end of the tavern. The barkeep would have to find her. Her ears pricked up at the sound of the same foreign language the man had spoken in. French, German? God she didn't know. They were everywhere. Maybe one of the girls would know. or anyone. Her curiosity had been spiked.
She narrowly avoided being sloshed with Ale, and found someone. Although she didn't know if they actually worked here. It was always very hard to tell "Oi, who's these blathering eejits stumbling around? They're speaking some foreign tongue and wreckin' the place, I can tell you..." she scowled deeply, her accent and her voice only just audible over the usual, mind numbing racket. Bree vaguely recognised the person whom she was speaking to. They may have also seen her around - the city, the taverns, wherever. The foreign people were merely making her suspicious. If they came into her forge demanding anything, red hot tongues and pokers would be having a go at their feet, hot coals thrown. Her general means of self-defence. Unless they produced gold. It wasn't that she was prejudiced towards these people - they merely seemed to be causing such a commotion, as if they were celebrating in an endless festival. Bree placed both hands on her hips and stared down the person with dark eyes, light grimaced edging at her lips. On the edge of her vision, she caught sight of the barkeep shuffling towards the edge of the bar they were standing by, and once he got closer he mouthed something profane and slammed the plate of bread and cheese, and her ale darted around the strange - or not so strange - person, keeping near them. They looked to be the safest person to be around here tonight.
