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...Do I even have to tell you that you're not supposed to post unless your stable name is in the title? I'll remind you anyway: No posting unless your stable name is in the title! . This RP's plot goes something like this: One character was somehow transported to the past or something, and they meet the other character, and they try to help the first character get back to their time. But then the two fall in love and have to figure out what to do. . Mostly we'll just go along with what feels right. |
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Name Hazel ??? Harper •~• Gender Female, she/her •~• Sexuality Straight •~• Age 19, December 7th •~• Appearance Hazel stands at 5'4 feet tall, with a leaner athletic build. She has darker golden brown hair that's down a little past her shoulder blades, and has a slight wave. While she doesn't mind having it down she usually has it in a messy braid or bun. Her eyes are a very light green almost grey, and are always taking in her surroundings. Her skin is a light tan with a few freckles here and there, especially on her face. She doesn't really have any noticeable scars except for a small one on her shoulder. She prefers easier to move in clothes and boots. She doesn't really have a specific color code, and kinda throws anything on. She wears jewelry from time to time but it's never much. Maybe earrings and a necklace here, a ring or two there. She often has some type of bag on her with a camera and notebook within it. •~• Personality Hazel is known to be kind, maybe a little sarcastic, and a bit more energetic then some people would like. To friends and family she loves to just talk and grow closer when she had the chance. She can be slightly pushy if there's something she really wants to know but also knows when it's time to back off. She can be incredibly loyal to those who earn it and is always taking in her surroundings. But she does need to recharge from social interactions sometimes, and that's when she would often disappear to paint and be alone for a bit. Though when it comes to romance, it's not that she's oblivious she just... She doesn't quite know how to deal with it. So she finds acting oblivious helps her keep out of trying that kind of stuff. •~• Hobbies Painting is one. She actually wishes to own studio when she has the money to do so. She also loved to ride when she was younger, and well she doesn't do it much now still loves it. Her last hobby is traveling when she finds the time for it. It's great to see other cultures, and it gives inspiration for her paintings. •~• Strengths Creativity is one, definitely helps in her painting. She loves to climb as well, and always makes a effort to visit good climbing places everywhere she visits. With all her traveling she's became good at directions too. Good listener when she wants to be, and while she might not always have the answer she will always try to comfort if she feels she has the ability to do so. •~• Weaknesses While she knows when to back off, her pushiness can still get her in trouble. She also has problems with opening up about certain things, feeling like sometimes she needs to be the one to keep up the cheerful mood during certain things. Along with water, because while she knows how to swim she will always do her best to avoid doing anything with bodies of water. •~• Fears Water, something she loves to paint but would rather not actually be in it. Spiders for obvious reasons, you'll never see her within 50 feet of one. And while she doesn't mind sitting in a dark room or town with street lamps, being outside when it's dark such as in the woods is a different story. •~• Backstory She grew up like a pretty average kid. She lived in a small town, along with her mother, father and younger sister Lily. She didn't really care about painting until she was 10 and was maybe to do it as a school assignment, and fell in love with it. At 15 her parents made a permanent move to the countryside and she learned to ride and such then. At 18 she had saved up some money and with some help from her parents moved into a small apartment in the nearby city. She worked a main job and a side job while focusing to find something more permanent. •~• Affiliations :) Find out in roleplay •~• Other Might add more things over time but the basics are down. (Didn't realize I wrote that much-) |
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‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗ . JORDAN (Last names weren't really a thing in medieval times. Same with middle names.) ‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗ . Name meaning: Jordan - "Descend", "to flow down" . Preffered name: Jordan or J . Nicknames: Jordy, George, Jay, Joe . Age: Nineteen, born May 19th . Gender: Male . Occupation: Apprentice carpenter . Appearance: Jordan has jet-black hair that's medium-long, cut roughly with a dagger. His skin is light, but tanned from being in the sun. Jodan's eyes are brown, but darker than most. They often look black in the shade. He can be seen wearing a loose-fitting brown tunic and sandals that are almost always covered in shavings and dirt. His face is dirty, as is everything else about him. He is never seen without a tool belt with every tool he can find tucked neatly into its place. Jordan is a lanky young man, and scrawny. His jaggedly cut hair is most roughly cut around his ears, and tends to hang in front of his left eye. . Personality: Tends to mind his own business, doesn't really care for others. Sarcastic and distant. Loves and respects his master, Drew Woodman. He is like a father to Jordan. . Hobbies: Fiddling and tinkering with anything, whittling or sculpting wood, and riding horses. He doesn't have one, but he borrows one of his friends, the stable master,'s mares to ride when he needs it. . Beliefs and values: Jordan believes that: He can do something in the world. Animals should be treated well. You can do anything if you set your mind to it. The ability and will to learn is very important and admirable. Jordan values: People who share his love for tinkering and horses. People who treat animals and other people well. . Notable traits: When he is nervous, Jordan will lick his lips a lot and run his hands through his hair, making it even messier. He also tends to rub his arms when stressed, and they always have some scratch marks on them. . Stengths: Jordan's mind is quick and calculating, gears always turning. He notices the smallest things and will get all the facts before acting. He is very creative and inventive, but only in reality. He will see a pile of junk and ideas of what it could become flood his mind. Jordan has a way with animals, different from others. He knows what they can do and the best way to ask them to do it after a few minutes of interacting with them. . Weaknesses: Jordan isn't a great listener, unless the subject really interests him. Otherwise, he will act like he's listening but really just be lost in his own thoughts. He doesn't like talking about himself. Or talking at all, really. He only speaks when spoken to, and only when it's necessary. Gets anxious in large crowds and around people his age. While he is inventive and creative, thinking metaphorically is hard for him. He likes to stick to the facts and scientific possibilities rather than let his head drift into the clouds. . Fears: Some of Jordan's biggest fears are: Being in large crowds. Being sent out into the world on his own. Getting an injury that will prevent him from tinkering. . Family: Drew took Jordan in after his parents died of sickness. He has no siblings that he knows of. . Backstory: Jordan was born to an average family, though he was an only child. But when he was three, his father got sick and died, and his mother followed soon after. Before she passed, she handed young Jordan to the carpenter, Drew Woodman, and told the man to bring up the child like his own son. Drew had always wanted a family, but could never get the courage to leave his life of carpentry. So he took Jordan in and began training him in the art of woodworking and carpentry. . Other: Though he loves carpentry, his passion is for inventing, tinkering, and physical science. . FINISHED! |
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It had been Hazel's first day on another trip to London. She had planned to stay with a close family friend of her mother's within the city, so she could also explore once more and find inspiration for another painting. And maybe because she needed a break from the hectic life back home with her job. She had flew for hours before finally getting there, where she met up with her host and headed to the home she would be staying. Then after a good night's rest, she was able to begin. •~• She had been in the city for about four days before it happened. She had returned to her room one evening after being out, and flopped onto her bed. Sleep wouldn't come however, and she soon found herself wandering the home. She's rarely been here after all, wasn't it natural to want to look around? So she soon found herself quietly walking the house with no particular path in mind. She checked out empty bedrooms, main rooms, even a library. Speaking of, she was currently in the library. A bigger room with a single floor and quite wide, with walls made to look like dark oak wood. The shelves each holding three rows of books, nearly all of them completely full. She didn't flick on any lights, not wanting to wake anyone else by any chance. Using a flashlight she had brought instead. •~• She ran her fingers over books, mindlessly reading the titles but not really paying attention. When she got to the furthest shelf, she noticed something different. While other books on the other shelves were sorted by series or length, these were by dates. She read over those ones without paying much attention until she noticed something off. Two books were out of place between a certain timeline. She wanted to just leave it but... Ugh it nagged at hee they weren't in place! So placing her flashlight on a nearby table and pointing it towards the shelf, she flipped the books around. Before quietly reading the books dates again to make sure it sounded right. •~• With a satisfied nod, she stepped back. But that's when her flashlight went out, and she found herself plunged into darkness. "Great... Batteries couldn't hold out a little longer?" She sighed to herself and took a step towards were she guess the table was. Only to feel like she was falling a moment later, which she couldn't hold back a scream from. It was still completely dark, but she didn't have her eyes closed. Until suddenly she was looking up at a sky, full of stars and a full moon shining brightly. Any other time she would've admired it, but now it just sent waves of confusion through her. •~• She sat up, blinking multiple times and pinching herself to see if she was dreaming. What? It worked in the movies all the time. And she was quick to find the grass below her and the wind that blew were very much real. "What... In the world?..." After a few more minutes she allowed herself to mentally panic and such, she scrambled to her feet and looked around the clearing she had found herself in. Alright maybe... Maybe she had just fallen asleep in a forest near the city and dreamed not sleeping. Yeah... Yeah. Now she just needed to get back, if she can find the way back... •~• (More then I thought I wrote- This is what popped into my mind when thinking time travel TwT.) |
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(Nah, it's perfect. Love it!) . Jordan was lying down on his straw bed, wide awake and staring at the underside of the roof. It wasn't that he wasn't tired, because he was. He wasn't scared, excited, or stressed either. He was awake because he was thinking of his newest invention. It was not far into the creation phase, in fact, he had come up with the idea that afternoon. It was a timekeeping device, something that would move a certain distance every certain amount of time, so that farmers and such wouldn't have to rely on the sun to tell what time of day it was. Jordan had gotten the idea when he was out riding Flora, the mare he borrowed from the stablemaster. He had gotten lost while on the trail, and it was a cloudy day, and he had wandered for hours, having no idea what time it was. By the time he found his was back to the stable, it was past dinnertime (Dinner means lunch, supper means dinner) and he was scolded for being late to the table. The lightbulb lit up when he was nearly finished with his bread and carrot stew. A timekeeping device. It was the most brilliant idea he'd ever had. . Jordan was still trying to figure out all the details. How would he get it to move the right distance every time? How could he keep it moving? This was what kept him awake. His mind was ticking with the idea of a clock, though he didn't know that was what it was called. He knew he needed rest, since tomorrow was the busiest day for work, but he knew that he thought best at night, when everything was quiet and he had nothing else to do. So he kept thinking about his idea, remembering all the failed sketches he had made, the ideas he'd had that hadn't taken off, and the ones that could work. All those failures, after only working on it for a few hours. But Jordan was used to that. After all, to succeed, you had to fail first. Many times. . After a long time of lying there and getting a few ideas, Jordan realized he'd hit a dead end. He couldn't think in the stuffy interior of the rickety building he and Drew called home. He needed fresh air and the stars above him to think better. So, as quietly as he could, he got out of bed, crept through the house, and slowly opened the front door with a squeak. Drew slept so lightly that once he woke up when a rat was chewing on a piece of bread on the little table next to his bed. Jordan didn't want to wake up the man and be forced to explain why he had been up, so he made sure to be quieter then that mouse. Once he was outside, he walked down the dirt road in his bare feet to his thinking tree. It was a huge willow, with so many branches that you could almost get lost in its heights. But Jordan knew it top to bottom. He often came here when he had a break from carpentry and wanted some time alone, out of the musty workshop. . He scaled the tree easily, and settled into his favorite nook, between two branches that formed a comfortable resting place. He sat back, looking up at the twinkling sky. It was a nice temperature out, a little chilly, but perfect considering how late in the summer it was. He drifted back into thinking about his ideas, and felt nearly on the edge of a huge breakthrough when he heard a strange sound. Almost like... A scream? It came from the direction of the woods, but so faintly that it could've been wind. Jordan shrugged and dismissed it as a coyote or falcon, probably victorious after a hunt. He settled back into the tree's branches, mind still ticking away. |
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Okay. She had somehow ended up in the same clearing three different times and she was about to lose her mind. Hazel took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she gave herself a moment to calm down and think. She then opened her eyes and looked back up at the sky. Where's the north star... Ah, there it is. She's painted night skies enough times to somewhat know what she was looking for. She shrugged to herself and followed the direction of the star. Whether she hit the city or a town, least she'd get somewhere. •~• Hazel walked for awhile. Or maybe it was just a few minutes, but it felt like forever. Now she kinda wished she wasn't in her pajamas... A simple white tee and shorts, and no shoes. Wait... She paused for a moment. Well that crosses the nap option off the table, she wouldn't have gone out into the forest in her pajamas. She shook her head slightly and turned her focus back to walking. If she began trying to figure what happened out righy now she wasn't gonna get anywhere. So she continued walking, gaze constantly darting to the forest around her for any danger or any signs of the city or town. And not tripping over things in the dark. •~• She saw what she thought was the tree line, or at least what looked like it in the dark. She walked a little quicker until she broke the trees onto a hill. Buildings! Or... It looked like buildings. Why did they look so... Old? 'I mean, maybe towns like these are normal in London. Though this looks older then the few I've seen. Maybe it's just what they wanted it to look like?' She thought to herself. She saw what she thought was a dirt road, and headed down to it. Now she wished she had her phone or ar least the flashlight. Though maybe wishing might somehow do some weird stuff too. So she'll avoid that thinking for now. •~• She reached the bottom of the hill and hit the path. Now she really was regretting not having shoes, walking this is gonna hurt. She's walked dirt paths and trails before, but at least she's had boots when doing that! But she continued walking, trying not to wince with each step. It'll get easier the more she walks... Hopefully. She paused a bit before a willow tree, looking up at it curiously. Was there willow trees in London? Gah of all the times to not remember something. It was definitely pretty though, but she couldn't stand here all night. So she turned back to the path and continued -regrettably- her walk towards the town. •~• |
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'So, it would have to be a circle somehow so whatever was moving could keep moving and not go anywhere... Maybe I could use a wheel from a wagon? Or maybe...' Jordan looked up at the moon to gauge what time it was, and realized that he had been out there for too long. He sighed, sad to have to go back to the sawdust-filled house and try to sleep. But he was getting tired. So he began making his way down towards the base of the tree, navigating around branches and willow leaves. Movement caught his eye and he stopped. Something was moving on the road. He heard quiet footsteps, but no other noise. 'It's probably Cassian or John, coming to bother me again,' Jordan thought, angry with himself for being seen by the boys who made fun of him whenever they saw him. 'But why would they be out in the dead of night? Was I that loud when I came out?' The sound grew louder, and then stopped. It sounded like whatever was making the noise had stopped underneath the willow tree. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what it was through the mass of leaves. A few moments later, the sound started again, but faded, as if the thing had moved away. Jordan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, then, after making sure the thing was gone, finished clambering down the tree and set foot on the path. The road was empty. He shivered a little. He didn't believe in ghosts and such, but he felt like something wasn't right. 'Great, Jordan, you're so tired that you think you're hearing noises. Better get back home to get some rest.' Quietly, he made his way back to the house and opened the creaky door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him. . Tiptoeing back to his room, Jordan couldn't shake the feeling that the sound from a few minutes ago hadn't been Cassian or John. Something was wrong. Maybe it was a tingling in the air, or just the fact that he hadn't felt any wind outside. Or even that Drew hadn't woken up at his entrance or exit. He climbed into bed, trying to ignore the worries flooding his mind. Finally, Jordan convinced himself that the sounds had been a coyote that had wandered near the town to look for easier prey, and had stopped to sniff the tree he had been sitting in. With that thought comforting his worries, Jordan drifted off into a fitful sleep. |
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Hazel reached what she guess was the start of the town, and slowed her steps as she looked around. The building definitely looked older now that she was closer. Stone, wood... And the other materials she saw around. She hadn't seen a single thing that would say there's electricity or such things here. Was this a off the grid town? She stopped at a few hours, always hesitating to knock at such a late hour. She eventually moved on without knocking, continuing her way down the street. •~• She needed to find someplace to sleep, but she didn't want to wake anyone. So she looked for someplace she could stay for at least a night without to much trouble. She's been camping before, so it shouldn't to bad, right? And her feet where killing her, so all the more reason to not complain when she finds someplace. So she continued her way down the street, looking down other paths and buildings, all while trying to stay as quiet as she could. •~• She paused at a... Stable? Yeah, it looked like a stable. She could hear the faint whines of a few horses that were still awake. She quietly made her way into the stable, walking slowly past some stalls. "Shh... Just gonna find some hay or something for the night. You guys won't mind, right?... Great I'm talking to animals now." She scratched one of the horse's necks, before continuing on her way deeper into the stable. She found stacks of hay near the back corner, and headed straight for it. She looked it over for a moment to make sure it was clean before shifting some of it slightly to make a wall/hole, without hopefully being to noticeable. She wasn't gonna just sleep in the open either. •~• Once satisfied she got herself settled and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Hopefully everything will make sense in the morning... So with the calming sounds of the horses in the stable, she fell into a uncomfortable sleep. •~• (Short then I wanted but here it is.) |
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(Short's fine! And that's a great length, I wouldn't even call it short :D) . Jordan woke up earlier than usual to the sound of someone knocking on the rickety wooden door to the house. He heard Drew grumble, roll out of bed, and open the door. He heard talking, but was too far away to make out words. Then Drew called Jordan's name. He really didn't want to get out of bed, but knew he had to. So he got up, threw on a fresh outift, and made his way to the front door. Drew was standing outside, in conversation with someone Jordan recognized to be the stable master's oldest son. . "Yes sir?" he asked Drew, trying not to look like he'd just woken up. Drew turned around and motioned for Jordan to join them. "Arthur here has some bad news." The stable master(who's name was Henry)'s son, Arthur, nodded and addressed Jordan. "My father woke up ill this morning and needs someone to tend to the horses while he's sick. I said I could do it but he insisted that I go to work like usual and told me to ask you. He says you've got a real way with the animals, and that he trusts no one more than you to handle them. Plus, he says he can pay. Not much, but enough to make it worth it to ya." Jordan felt some pride at those words, and was eager to spend more time with the horses. But his hope deflated when he realized that Drew needed him here today. Before he could apologize and say he couldn't, though, Drew spoke up in that gruff voice of his. "Look, Jordan. I know you really like working with the horses, and you need a break from carpentry anyway. How 'bout you take the day off and head over to the stables." Before he could finish talking, Jordan hugged him tightly and said, "Thank you so much!" He then dashed back inside to get his sketchbook and boots. . The stable wasn't far from the workshop, only about ten minutes. Arthur led the way, and Jordan walked next to him in silence. It wasn't awkward, it was just that neither of them knew what to say. Once they made it to the barn, Arthur gave him the run-down of the things he didn't already know, then left him to it. Jordan left his sketchbook on a bench for later when he was bored, and began checking all the stalls, making sure each horse had water and hay. He went out to the well, which was right behind the barn, and filled buckets of water before dumping them into the horses' troughs. Then he needed to refill a few stalls with hay, from the horses that ate more. He made his way to the back of the barn to where there was a pile of fresh straw. He was about to bend down to pick up an armload and bring it to a stall, when he noticed something out of the ordinary. Part of the hay pile was stacked strangely, bunched up against the corner of the walls. He looked closer, trying to figure out why it had stuck out to him. |
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Hazel woke up at least three times during the night, trying to get more comfortable in the hay. After finally giving up on trying to make it so, she simply forced her eyes closed and made sure not to open them again. Which at least helped her to remain somewhat asleep for the rest of the night. She did wake up a little before dawn, at least that's what she figured from the light outside. She cimbed out of her hole and stretched for a moment, her body a little sore from the sleeping conditions. She then looked down at herself, and figured someone who's wearing red pajamas and has straw stuck in her hair would probably be a unusual sight. But before she'd worry about cleaning herself up, she wanted food first. •~• "Alright come on, they gotta have treats like carrots or something in here." Hazel muttered to herself, looking around the stable. She managed to find some apples being held in a smaller room along with a few other things, and grabbed one. She then headed back to her hole to eat and plan. Least sitting in the hay was better then laying in it, that's for sure. She then began munching away on the apple while she thought about her current predicament. •~• There's no way Hazel could be in the past, that's not possible. It doesn't make sense. But now she's not so sure she's in london anymore either. She could only be sure if she looked around the town, or found some way to know where and when she was. She definitely couldn't stay here forever anyways, she doubted their would be no-one in the stable for a whole day. And as if her thoughts summoned it, she heard voices. She stopped eating and shifted slightly so she pressed more against the hay, before stilling and trying to remain quiet. The voices stopped after a bit, but she still heard footsteps and the sounds of things being done around the stable. Maybe if she stayed quiet and waited, she'd have a moment to flee without being noticed. •~• But the footsteps got closer, and closer, and even more closer then she would've liked. Did they stop? Or did she suddenly go deaf? Were they right there? Should she wait for them to either leave or find her? Or would it be better to show herself and explain? The questions ran in her mind with no answers. But Hazel decided to get it over with, and stood up from the hole. Oh. It was a boy, maybe her age? Looked like it, but she couldn't be sure. Oh right, explain! •~• "Hi there, it's not what you think. You see I needed a place to sleep and I had no idea were to go and this was the first place I saw and I'm sorry for not asking- And I'm rambling. I'm Hazel." •~• |
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Breezy and Pleasant
