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Oberon Castle Archives / Re: Distractions

« on: December 30, 2006, 02:40:41 AM »

"A hurry?  Hardly.  I wish to delay my return home in any and all ways possible."

It was true, Kysis had intended returning home when he navigated his way out of he maze, but that did not mean he wanted to go.  Far from it.  Though not the socialite Marcos wished him, Kysis would try extending this conversation as long as the good Captain would allow.  Unless of course she was the one in a hurry and just trying to put it lightly, which was always a possibility.  How many would go for a long stroll with such papers under their arm?  Not many that Kysis knew of.

"But if you wish to deliver your documents, I shall keep you no longer."

He actually smiled, a real one for once, not that grim type he had been known for before.  Kysis knew that he had at least left an impression, if nothing else.  It was one of the first rules of the mercantile business.  If the seller is not memorable, no one will buy.  Kysis was sure he understood that now, but only a little time and space would tell, if they even ran in to each other again.  It was a big region, after all.

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Oberon Castle Archives / Re: Distractions

« on: December 29, 2006, 01:28:03 AM »

"Your meeting with the king.  Oberon will remain safe?"

Kysis decided to ignore the proposition of a sparring match for now.  Both parents would have his hide for that, and though in his early twenties, he was still very much under their control.  So, he would play nice.  Perhaps she would get to see his sword skills at a demonstraton of the new swords his father had designed.  Then they could talk about sparring again.

Business was not his thing, but staying alert was.  He kept his eyes moving constantly.  Kysis was long since done observing the Captian, gaze crossing about the gardens now, taking note of everyone within those grounds.  He had half a mind just to disappear back into the shrub maze for a while again, but then again... he was still talking to someone, and that would be rather rude.  Oh, and his father was probably red and yelling by now, not that Marcos actually cared.  As long as Alia was safe, he\'d not be too flustered.

Also ignored was the mention of the guard.  Kysis had wanted to, but was immediately denied.  Even if Marcos tried keeping him away to the business, Kysis was set to take over in a few years, so joining the guards would doom the family and business all at once.  Well, take over as a secondary to Alia, that was.  What a frail little girl could do with arms, Kysis had no idea, but that was the plan Marcos mixed up.

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Oberon Castle Archives / Re: Distractions

« on: December 28, 2006, 11:18:19 PM »

"Yes.  Very."

This was as far as Kysis had gotten in conversation with anyone at Oberon Castle since the Liari family moved there, a miracle in and of itself.  Alia would have laughed at Kysis and most likely jumped in to get a conversation going.  His sister had always been the one at social events, Kysis either hidden back in his rooms or out in the city, away from the gathered nobles.  Of course, one look and anyone would know his relation to the family.  Coloring did not lie.

Kysis could already imaging getting scolded for his cold demeanor towards a possible customer, though, mind working to find something to talk about.  Perhaps a change of subject?  Further south, ability with a blade was everything, Kysis looked up to in their old abode.  Now... Kysis might as well have been a bastard child the way Marcos treated him.

"The current meetings are going well, yes?"

There, a concern for the city; that should catch at least some interest in another subject.  If the Captain was who she really said she was (of that Kysis had no doubt), she would most likely be very comfortable with such a topic, chat turning away from the way Kysis was stashed away to a more... pleasant arena.  Kysis was still falling short conversation wise, if ever he did speak to someone, but it was better than his usual nod in passing, which was all most people ever got.

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Oberon Castle Archives / Alia Liari - Deceased

« on: December 28, 2006, 11:10:15 PM »

Full Name and Title:
Lady Alia Dinaris of House Liari
(AH\'-lee-ah)

Age:
Nineteen

Birthday:
April 29

Occupation:
She does the finances for the Oberon side of the Liari mercantile business (and makes Kysis miserable).

Religion:
Adora.  Though it is not a deity of her homeland, Alia likes the life given by Adora, and prays for her health.

Hair:
Like the rest of her family, she has pallid blond hair, almost silver in sheen, silky and clean.  Alia keeps hers in loose ringlets which fall to her mid-back, getting it groomed every other week though her hair grows very slowly.

Eyes:
A deep blue, keen and knowing of the world.  Many complain that her eyes stare too deep.  

Nose:
Small and cute, much like a child\'s despite her age.

Lips:
Small and thin, pale in their pink color though she keeps them moist and glossy with any of the items her doting father offers her.

Skin Color:
Her pallor makes the snow look tan.  From years of being locked inside a manor because of illness, she has never gotten color from the sun, and it shows.

Height:
Five-foot three-inches.  Though she should have grown to be taller, sickness stunted her growth, leaving her by far the smallest member of the Liari family.

Weight:
94 lbs, she is like a twig, having no exercise like other female children might, she is lithe and nearly curveless.

Physical Attractiveness:
If she were not so ill, she would have been a stunning beauty, but now she is like a frail and frozen flower, too brittle for even the most gentle hand to touch.  Many have looked, but none are interested because of her mysterious ailment.

Clothing:
Alia loves extravagant dresses, and to wear them whether she is going to a poor market or to a castle ball.  Velvet is her fabric of choice, in pastel lavenders and pale blues, often with a lot of lace and silver detailing.  Around the manor or near her brother, she usually takes to darker colors, though, like a deep royal blue or emerald.  No one will ever see Alia in red if her life depends on it.

Mother:
Her mother was strict and cruel, being brought up as an orphan despite her noble lineage.  She was raised in a temple, and it shows in the way she deals with people.  Arna will never be seen at parties or other public places, managing the manor behind closed doors.  She resides in Kreos.

Father:
Marcos is a weapons merchant, quick and cunning, but age has made it so he can no longer test his own arms.  He used his son in the background for all the company workings, but in public it is like he does not exist, Marcos presenting Alia as his only child, even after the title of Lord Liari transfered to Kysis.  He resides in Kreos.

Siblings:
Kysis Liari, her elder brother who loves and hates her all the same.  Alia wishes he\'d get married off already (to a proper woman), but his antisocial tendencies have stopped that thus far.

Childhood:
Alia was sick from the moment she was born, the nursemaids advising that they just kill the girl.  Marcos refused though, deciding to care for the baby himself if his own wife, Alia\'s mother, refused to even look at her.  Alia was never allowed to go out with the other noble children, staying inside with a servant always at her side, reading the days away.  Though she often spent her time with books, she did have one friend, by the name of Helen.

Education:
As sick as she was, all Alia could do was learn.  Up until her eighteenth year she was studying every day from the first meal to the afternoon meal without break.

Natural Talents:
Alia is a quick learner and can memorize whole books at a time if need be.  She is also good with numbers, and can be very kind to people if the situation calls for it.  But she also has a manipulative side, which Alia can quite effectively use to get anything she could ever want... except for a husband, that is.

Hobbies:
Reading, drawing, doing finances for the family business.  Alia draws all of her own dresses and has someone hired to make them.

Personality:
She is quiet but with a warm smile. If there is ever someone in need, Alia will fight (verbally) for whatever she can do to help.  It sets her apart from the rest of the family by a long-shot.  However, she is very defensive when it comes to her brother.  Alia wants him to have the best life possible (since she cannot), and often makes him miserable in the process.  She is still angry Kysis left Helen, but knows she has no say in the matter.

Alia realizes she\'s dying, but refuses to show it, most of all to her brother.

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Oberon Castle Archives / Re: Distractions

« on: December 28, 2006, 01:56:23 PM »

"If testing every piece of forged steel counts, then yes, I am involved."

There was part of Kysis that was relieved by the fact that the Captain did not know him.  Then again, there was another part that wanted to go question his father about why he\'d hide his swordsman son yet parade about the sickly daughter.  Such was life, Kysis extended his hand for a firm shake.  He was used to the formalities of his old home, this whole region very strange to him.  In fact, Kysis felt awfully out of place, enough--- nearly enough-- to crop of his long platinum hair.  Well, not that much.

What would an unknown son of a weapons merchant, an invading one at that, say to someone who no doubt supported the pre-existing smiths?  Kysis was still pondering over that, conversation hardly his strong point.  If there was a blade involved, or discussion of arms, then Kysis would be at home.  This was neither.  Which of course brought up another point: Kysis had not been invited to any function that Alia and Marcos had gone to.  The young warrior suddenly felt very self-conscious and uncomfortable, but managed to mask it well.

That question had made this all painfully awkward, though.

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Oberon Castle Archives / Re: Distractions

« on: December 28, 2006, 04:44:27 AM »

Kysis could feel, and see those eyes combing over him.  The woman was harder to shake than he had thought, hands falling lightly to his sides.  He knew his sword could now be seen, as well as the thick and worn cloves that covered his rather scarred up hands.  Kysis knew what his father would be saying-- or rather screaming-- was to socialize.  The Liari family was still relatively new to Oberon Castle, and needed to set roots in.  Who better to help with that?

"Sorry, I have been rude.  My name is Kysis Dinaris, of House Liari, the new weapons merchants?  You might have dealt with my father, Marcos?"

The most charming smile he could muster was put on his face, even if it still had a dark edge about it.  Kysis always had more than one thing on his mind, which tainted all his dealings.  It was just the way he was though, how he had always been.  It also kept Kysis alert, too.  Fine details hardly escaped him, especially the papers the guardwoman was holding.  Official documents?  Kysis would bet on it, not that he was too interested.

At last moment he remembered a bow, doing on that bent him to fourty-five degrees.  It was the type of bow one did to a person they were unsure of the exact rank of, or how they would react.  This woman was amoung both, despite what he had heard of her.

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Oberon Castle Archives / Re: Distractions

« on: December 27, 2006, 03:06:05 AM »

"Fine."

Kysis had always been short with his answers, no matter who was the one talking.  It could have been the king himself and the young man would not have given more information than needed.  A tactic his father had taught him, and a very useful one at that.  A person could get themselves out of any sort of obligation by keeping a shroud of secrecy about their person, and Kysis would give an attempt at it; the way had worked for his thus far.

Where did he recognize her from?  Kysis had been cooped up in the manor so much that people who were distinct often faded to obscurity for him.  After a moment of thought, though, Kysis riddled it out.  The insignia, uniform like dress: yes, definitely the captain of the guards.  Kysis decided that perhaps a more friendly (though no more giving) approach would be the safest he could possibly manage, seeing as a bit of business might be on the line.  His father was a arms merchant, after all.

"Good-day to you, M\'Lady."

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Oberon Castle Archives / Distractions

« on: December 26, 2006, 10:30:42 AM »

There was something calming about the courtyard, whether it be the soft grasses and long hours of peace or the distance it gained the young man from his manor was anyone\'s guess.  Kysis himself did not rightly know.  Sapphire eyes watched the fountain without a word, body still as it stood much like the statue within that spray of water.  The forms were delicate in carving, but not to be admired by him.  Kysis had always enjoyed a sword far more than art, this instance no different than the rest.  Solitude was what he openly sought, though it might not have been what he truly wanted.

A long sigh escaped lightly pink lips, two luscious lines parted only that moment for the frustrated air to escape.  Gaze trailing to his boots, Kysis shifted a moment before looking about his surroundings.  His trips into the courtyard\'s maze had been becoming more and more frequent, Kysis somewhere close to where he guessed the center might be.  Someday he would plot out and map the shrubs, but not today, or any time soon.  There were other things of importance, matters that could not easily be ingored.

Alia was sick again.

Kysis sank onto the nearest bench, a trembling hand running back through his hair.  His sister had been taken to the temple, to the herb mart, to mysterious people who claimed they could cure any ailment by shaking a chicken\'s foot.  Sources to run to were fleeting now, dwindling one by one each day.  Kysis knew it was not his problem, not his fault but... He shook his head, standing again.  His legs quickly took to pacing, long strides carrying him back and forth through the minute clearing.  Anything to get Alia off his mind, the poor suffering girl.  Kysis might have even gone to the temple to pray for peace of mind.

But then questions would be brought up, long drawn out conversations about the family, Alia brought up eventually.  If anyone knew House Liari, it was because of the little invalid girl that had been born in to it, not the natural swordsman brother, not the wealthy and cunning parents.  Kysis wanted to cut at something, run off to his private chambers and practice more with his sword.  He had already done that for two hours earlier though, muscles a bit sore from the near excruciating workout.  Many said Kysis pushed himself too hard.  He felt that he did not push himself hard enough.

It was about time to be coming out, though, as much as Kysis hated it.  His father might send guards out looking for him, definitely not the way Kysis wanted his day to go.  Gloved hand trailing across the greenery, Kysis walked slowly, mentally mapping out the path before him.  If ever Kysis needed to escape someone, he knew to come within the maze of bushes, the young man knowing that place nearly better than he knew his own home.  It was sad, but that was what happened with the amount of time Kysis spent in there.

Perhaps he had not been so close to the center.  Kysis spotted the exit quickly.  Either his navigation had gotten better, or he had not gone as far in; it was still an unwelcome sight.  Home: it was not a place he wanted to return to, so he hovered at the entry point of the maze, arms crossed as he surveyed the grounds.  If only someone would just appear to delay his return home, he would be in their debt forever.