Name: Lord George Lovell
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Class: Courtier
Physical Description (5 sentence minimum): George is a quietly handsome type of boy, at first glance common-looking and nothing special. If you gaze at him and watch him romping for at least five minutes, you will gradually begin to realize that he's very handsome indeed, as well as charming and good at catching your heart. George's face won't be disappearing from your mind for a while after your first meeting. Or your second or third of fourth...
His hair is a mop of dark brown, slightly unruly but not scandalously so. He is of average height and weight, neither being remarkable in any way (he's not short, tall, fat, skinny...) unlike his sister, who is rather tall for a woman. His eyes are the one remarkable thing about him, being a bright, vibrant green to match his sisters'. They are what catch your attention at first glance, but his whole carefree, 'adorable' attitude is what keeps it.
Native Duchy: Ashton
History (8 sentence minimum): The marriage of Jonathan Lovell and Honor Lisle is nothing worth recounting; it wasn't for love, it was for advancement, and nothing more. Jonathan was a knight and Honor was a talented, beautiful, charming and by no means poor Lady. True, the match was more to the female counterpart's advantage, as she went up a rank, but Jonathan earned himself a beautiful, to-be-proud-of wife.
George was born a year after the marriage, a healthy, sprightly young lad with dark hair and vibrant green eyes and an inborn love of life and humor. Jonathan doted on his son and didn't seem to notice that Honor payed him no attention. The reason of her neglect: a certain major Lord named Tristan Longfellow with the most beautiful blue eyes. I wouldn't say Honor was in love with him, per se, but she was certainly charmed, and so was Tristan. When she had a miscarriage about half a year after George's birth, everyone assumed the would-be-baby was Jonathan's, even he himself. After the miscarriage, Honor grew cold toward Tristan and he just as frigid towards her - both thought the other was infertile and secretly assumed that the miscarriage was a sign that they shouldn't be together. They drifted apart and soon were nothing more to each other than fellow courtiers.
After Tristan there were countless others. Perhaps he had captured her heart, the rascal, as Honor was reckless and rather desperate with her love affairs after him. So reckless, in fact, that everyone at court knew about it except for Jonathan. It was only a matter of time.
When he found out about the first one -- a Lord by the first name of Richard -- he lost a grain of respect for his wife and kept her closer to him, but let it go; it happened all the time. When word reached him of a second love affair, he reprimanded her in private, making sure to be clear. At the third he lost his temper and nearly struck Honor, bellowing that she was ruining his reputation with her silly flings and that if she continued he would break all ties with her. Believe it or not, she had her eyes on a certain courtier even after that speech, but before it could become another full-fledged affair she gave birth to Emeline -- legitimate, I'll have you know -- and was occupied for a time with the birth complications.
When Emeline was only a year old -- Honor still had her affairs but she kept them remarkably discreet -- Jonathan was seized with a terrible fever and died a week after it began. It would be a lie to say Honor was devastated; she went on to have a very public affair with one Lord Edward Cooper. It was one of the biggest mistakes of her life: Jonathan's mother, still alive, had her demoted from the widow of a knight to a simple Lady, out of anger at her daughter-in-law's sullying of her dead son's reputation. Somewhat subdued, Honor's love affairs dwindled until she had no more.
She became quite wasted, her beauty fading as she spent her days in boredom, embroidering aimlessly and musing about 'the good old days'. George and Emeline, who were very close and would play all day together, he teaching her to ride a horse and she playing her flute for him, see that period of their life as the best, since they were free to do anything they wanted. The day came when Honor made up her mind to live through her daughter, sending her off to court to flirt with everyone and get herself a husband. George was left alone to his own devices but told by his mother to "find himself a good wife". Of course, he didn't search very hard, instead deciding to spend the rest of his life as a carefree bachelor, riding horses, sword-fighting and fooling around all day.
He hasn't yet had an affair or 'fallen in love', but with his looks he will sometime soon.
Parents: Jonathan Lovell [deceased] :: Honor Lovell [née Lisle]
Siblings: Emeline Lovell, 16
Personality: If I could use only one word to describe George, it would be 'free'. Carefree, worry free, scandal free and just plain free. Perhaps because of the way he was neglected as a child, after he was 3 years old, and how he really had to bring himself and his sister up, he has always been independent and strong. And, strangely enough, has always felt free despite that. The sense of freedom he had was heightened when his mother turned all her attention to Emeline and left him to himself, telling him only vaguely to "find himself a wife" and then paying him no more attention. Unlike his unfortunate sister, he wasn't forced into court and could stay at their simple dwelling in Ashton all he wanted, riding his tired old horse as much as was prudent, practicing his sword-skills on his manservant, and hunting rather clumsily with his Beagle, Pepper. Yes, he's been to court many times, and he did find it "spirited, lively and quite fun", but he prefers the solitude of Ashton and chooses to spend most of his time there.
Towards his sister he feels a duty to protect, and did up until the moment Honor stepped in and whisked her off to court. The only reason he goes there as much as he does is because he feels guilty that he, a man and therefore freer, can stay at Ashton where she wants to be while she has to pretend to be someone she's not. Whenever he's at court he makes sure to take long walks with Emeline, discussing trivial things with her and making her happy for a while, being her light in an endless darkness. He's seen a few girls there that he fancied, or that were charming enough to catch his attention, but otherwise he doesn't plan to get married or have an affair any time soon. If he could, he would be a bachelor all his life, but he knows that that would not be a good decision, and if he manages to find himself a very good, respectable, high-up wife he and his mother and sister have a good chance of getting back in their grudging grandmother's favor.
For any girl who could keep his attention long enough, he would make a splendid, passionate, but discreet and sensible lover. As a husband, he would be rather distracted and would probably not give his wife all the attention she craved, but otherwise he would be a good, caring husband.
Items:
- 1 horse, older animal, nothing notable about it; a dull, drab sort of animal, jet black.
- 2 sets of clothing: A black chemise with the undershirt showing through at the arms, matched with black pants, a white-sash around the waist, a white-feathered beret and slippers. A plain brown shirt and pants with equally drab but convenient boots.
- One nightshirt; silk, slight embroidery, white.
- One silver chain.
- A copper ring with a miniature emerald in the middle, from his father.
- One sword: old, about to rust
- One traveling cloak w/hood
- A book of parchment, ink, and quill, with a little bit of sealing wax
- Hygienic effects: hair comb or brush, shaving equipment, etc.
- The ability to use a sword very well.
- The ability to ride a horse very well.
- One manservant.
- A hunting dog- a 2 year old, well-trained male hunting Beagle named Pepper.
Roleplay Sample (Two paragraph minimum - Ten sentences): The first thing that came to mind was 'lively'. People were milling around, bumping into one another, chatting, flirting, laughing, spreading gossip... A little frown of worry came onto George's face and he stopped moving, not paying attention to the people who bumped into him as they hurried along or the ladies who cast him interested glances. His head swiveled from side to side, his green eyes taking in everything but searching for one specific person. Where was she? The frown became darker as time went by and he began to think that maybe she wasn't there after all. Where would she be if not there? A rather frightening image of his sister in a room alone with another man entered his mind, a picture he shook out quickly. No, she had more sense than to do something like that.
He was giving up hope -- if he couldn't spot her bright red hair at once, then she couldn't be there -- when he finally caught sight of a shade of orange exactly matching the one he remembered his sister's hair as. Quick as a flash, he was off, pushing courtiers to the side in his rush to get to Emeline. He wanted to call out her name, but kept from doing so, thinking maybe that could turn heads. Eventually, he was standing only a few feet away from her and could see her perfectly.
She was standing next to a light-haired man with mischievous blue eyes and rather rich clothing who was standing suspiciously close to her and eying her in a very suggestive way. She was wearing her deep green dress, her waist the only thing filling out the area where a sash of some kind usually went and the cut low enough to draw eyes but not so low that it could be gossiped about. A smile lit up on George's face and he hurried towards the pair, who were making their way to another male courtier. His black pants rustled as he moved towards them, the sleeves of his matching black shirt making swishing noises. "Oy, Em!" he called, forgetting completely where they were as fond memories of himself and his sister as children came back to him.
She turned around, looking puzzled and slightly bothered by the tone the stranger had used. When she recognized her dear brother, her own face lit up and she let out a little squeak of recognition and delight. "George!" She too seemed to forget where they were and stumbled towards him, embracing him tightly, briefly, before letting go and inspecting him. The man she was with watched them in suspicious surprise. "My, you look healthy. All pink in the cheeks, refreshed, cheerful...and your hair as messy as ever." Playfully, she tweaked one of his sleeves, a grin still present on her face. "What brings you here?"
"Why you, of course!" he exclaimed joyfully, enfolding her in a second embrace, to which she responded with a muffled "hey!" Laughing, he let her go, and finally looked up to meet the cold eyes of her companion. "Why hello," he greeted him, giving him the tiniest of bows. Though the other was looking at him impolitely, he responded with a warm grin.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Thomas, I forgot to introduce you! This, George, is Lord Thomas Goldberg, and Thomas, this is my brother, Lord George Lovell." Emeline was definitely subdued as she stepped away from George and materialized at Thomas's side, reassuring him with a loving glance that she preferred him over her brother. And just like that, the magic between the siblings was gone. Respectfully, George bowed again, made his excuses, and left, feeling extremely sorry for his sister.
Other: George needs a girl he can have a passionate affair with, and an eventual wife who will be tolerant and loving of his cheerful nature.