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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:56 pm
 Rose_Musette and Duck Duckers
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:57 pm
Main Characters
Name: Edmond Miles Greene
Age: 31
Career: Over sees a shipping line named Skylark with ships all named after different birds.
Height: 6’4
Weight: 215
Description: Broad shouldered, tall, dark hair more brown than black but still very dark, hazel eyes that appear blue or green depending on his mood (more blue when he’s angry), handsome, well muscled throughout his frame, a slight limp in his left leg (injury from his days at sea)
Personality: Quiet, reserved in most cases but not hesitant to step up when he needs to, chivalrous without knowing it, always the sort to root for the underdog, enjoys his job but sometimes would rather be at sea again (he does travel every now and again but does not captain the ship), against marriage for the most part, a loving father
Bio: In his youth Edmond was a sailor and rose quickly in the ranks until he was captain at a young age (19), during a battle his left leg was impaled and took him away from the sea. After the incident he lost some of his passion for life at sea and decided to use the inheritance money his father left him to purchase a ship which he leased out for profit.
After the company grew to three ships he married Laura who gifted him with a son, Miles, but at the cost of her own life. Having been an arranged match for mutual benefits there was no love lost and he remarried a few years later with the soul hope of having a mother for his young son. Alexis however grew ill after only a few years of marriage and finally succumbed to a fever that took her life. When she passed away Edmond hired a nanny and decided against marriage all together. Now six years later he’s a prominent shipping merchant with seven ships in his company which makes him a wealthy man.
Other: Has a house in the city as well as an estate where he goes for the off season, winter is a hard time to ship anything so he takes the time to spend at home with his son. At times his leg pains him a lot, the muscles bunch up oddly and cramp painfully.
Name: Elizabeth (Lizzie) Marie Ferguson
Age: 25
Height: 5’8
Weight: 106
Description: Long black hair, blue eyes, tall for her family, full figured but slight of frame so she seems a little more petite than most fuller women
Personality: very much the take action or authority type of woman, she doesn’t like to just sit around doing nothing because there is almost always something to be doing, raising her sisters has made her seem older or more mature than her age might suggest, a little withdrawn when it comes to herself but where her sisters are concerned not in the least, head of her household so she’s very good with their finances as well as managing time, a little self conscious because most of the time men are looking at her sisters who don’t have any responsibilities
Bio: Lizzie was only eight when her mother passed away and shortly after her father started to drink. When she turned 13 her father was drinking so badly he couldn’t take care of the girls or their household so Lizzie stepped up to do the job. A few years later her father started to gamble away the money they had leaving the girls with very little and Lizzie was forced to sell more than a few items from the house as well as let go most of the staff who had worked for the family for years.
Her father is almost always drunk these days and abusive when he’s around the house so Lizzie usually directs his attention to her. The only time she really has much to do with him is when she needs permission for one of the girls to marry which has happened twice and was not an easy thing for her to accomplish.
Lizzie spends most of her time trying to keep her sisters and the rest of the world from realizing just how bad off they are while trying to find husbands for her sisters. She has all but given up on her own dreams of marriage and children in hopes that her sisters will have happy matches. So far her hard work has paid off and two of her sisters have married to good men who love them. Afraid of what her life will be like when the girls are all gone she keeps herself very busy in hopes she won’t have time to think about it.
Other: Five younger sisters. Claire is her younger twin by a few seconds, Abbey and Samantha are next at 20, and Andrea and Kaylie are youngest at 17. Lizzie and Claire are the only sisters with black hair while the other four are all blonde. Samantha and Andrea are the sisters who have married recently and have moved out of the house. Lizzie dislikes being called Elizabeth because it was what her mother used to call her.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 10:05 pm
The day was perfect for a picnic or just about anything outside Lizzie thought as she walked along the path with her sisters. The sun was bright but not too hot as it beat down on the two blonde heads and two dark heads of the sisters. Being the eldest of the sets of twins Lizzie watched them carefully as they went along, mischeif seemed to follow them everywhere. They walked along singing to themselves in a happy mood to be out of doors finally. There had been nothing but rain recently so it was a true blessing to have such a wonderful day to go along with the invitation from Mrs. Everson, their elderly neighbor. With her blue eyes scanning the field Lizzie sighed to herself, there wasn't nearly as much planeted as she would have liked to see at this point in the season but due to the rain not much activity had been going on at Riverblossom.
Mrs. Everson, a grey haired old woman who was old in years but young in spirit, was looking forward to seeing the Ferguson sisters again. They never failed to entertain her while they were around and she felt badly for them. They were such wonderful girls who'd had some terrible misfortune since the death of her mother. Birthing twins was hard business and the woman had done it three times for heaven's sake! Mrs. Everson couldn't imagine after having only two sons of her own, one of which was brooding beneath the tree off to her right with a friend of his he'd managed to conjole into coming along. She merely rolled her eyes at Adam and turned her attention to the field where the sisters had just crested a hill and came into view, "Here they come now."
Dressed in varying shades of pastels the sisters looked at ease as they hurried along the path to join the Everson's. Lizzie reminded Kaylie, the youngest of the group, not to run but it did her little good as the girl was too far ahead. Someday she prayed she would get through to Kaylie, she couldn't act liked a child forever after all but then Lizzie was giving in that area. She allowed her sisters to play their childhood games far longer than she probably should have but after losing most of her own childhood she couldn't be all that hard on them. Brushing black hair from her face Lizzie put a smile on her face and waved a hand to Mrs. Everson as soon as they were close enough she wouldn't have to yell, "Good afternoon ma'am. How are you today?"
Claire, Andrea, and Kaylie started laying out the blankets they'd brought to sit on while Lizzie greeted Mrs. Everson. The woman had always been kind to them and for that Lizzie was greatful, without her guidance at times Lizzie feared she would never have survived the death of her mother and the raising of her sisters. "It was so nice of you to think of us Mrs. Everson. We appreciate the invitation." The old woman hugged Lizzie and then smiled at her, "I know it's only been a few days since last I saw you but all this rain has depressed this old woman." Smiling fondly at the woman Lizzie kept her laughter to herself, Mrs. Everson was ever playing up her age if she thought it could work to her advantage and it usually did. Turning the woman glanced at her son and his friend, "Come along Adam, come introduce your friend to the Ferguson's."
Adam rolled his eyes and glanced at Edmond, "I swear she'll always treat me as if I'm ten years old. Better hurry then or she'll start yelling again." Ever the playful sort Adam was hardly ever serious and the relationship with his mother was anything but serious. The two bantered and bickered like mad most of the time. Having grown up with the the Ferguson women Adam was accustomed to the number of them as well as their presence. Even here outdoors they seemed to fill the space with laughter, even seemed to bring a certain lightness with them. He ran a hand through his blonde hair with an impish grin at Edmond, "They won't bite I swear."
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