THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER |  Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS |  40 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 21:27:22 GMT -5 ♔
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 "Forgive my rudeness. I'm Rayne Hermes. And actually I'm not from Chrysos. I live with my guardian in Lilla and I travel around so...I live outside Raduga, as the matter of fact." "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Rayne," Sanibelle smiled as she ate. Fingers ripped bread apart and dipped it into the stew in front of her. The young woman loved having a home made meal from Louisa, and the woman was always so kind to her and her family. The Greenwood family had known Louisa and her family before Sanibelle was even born and they were always seen together every Sunday for a meal and drinks. More people continued to filter into the bakery as the rain continued to pound down on the city. The market was cleared now, most people at home and enjoying their warm fire places most likely heating up some milk and some stew. Of course there were the few stragglers who stood out in the rain and kids running around as their parents tried to beckon them in. In all honesty, the image of the rain and the market place was beautiful description of the city of Zold. Thunder rumbled through the sky and flashes of lightening scattered through the dark skies. The rain almost sounded like pebbles bring dropped on the woof times 100. Some small kids were crying as their mothers and caretakers were trying to calm them down. Poor kids.. Sanibelle sat silently until she finished up her food. "So Rayne, how is the outside world? Is Ble and Lilla as beautiful as people say? Are the woods that scary and full of adventure?" she smiled full of curiosity. ❅ RAYNE HERMES❅ Sorry it’s so short @.@
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 9, 2015 22:59:58 GMT -5 ♔
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”I do not mind sharing about myself either. If it is interesting to you, consider me an open book. Whatever inquiry you may wish to make, I will do my best to answer. Ah...Forgive me for being rude. I am Casimir Marinov. Knowing my name will certainly make asking questions easier...Traveling is often very expensive...But it is also rather dangerous...So it is worth it to buy good protection..” Sanibelle just nodded softly as she listened to every word the man was saying. When he introduced himself, she smiled as she noticed him finishing up the labeling of the cloaks. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Casimir, I’m Sanibelle Greenwood. You have a very handsome and elegant name and it fits you well from what I’ve seen. I’ve heard traveling can be dangerous and expensive, but the clansmen and lucky citizens are able to travel…. My turn will come eventually, and so far the stories of battling beasts and wild hunts will suffice my hunger.” A small laugh escaped her lips. Never had she thought she’d have a traveler enter her shop and ask to help. It was a nice change of pace where people just came in, got fitted, or asked for something to be made and leave. Sanibelle had never really taught someone how to do something, but it would be a good experience for her and Casimir. Hands pressed out the cloak located on the cotton lining and smiled once more before she removed some more pins. “Thank you for finishing up the labeling! Our next step will be to pin this cloak to the cotton lining so we can cut it out. The best way to pin is to lay the pins parallel with the edge and I measure about three finger width between each pin. Do be careful..they’re sharp and we’re pinning some heavy fabric. If you’d like any thimbles, please let me know. I wouldn’t want any client to hurt themselves,” she said, as she began to pin. On her own, Sanibelle could pin the cloak in almost two minutes but she wanted to experience the moment of meeting someone new and learning their story. She was also teaching someone a new skill and that meant a slow pace to explain and check that they were doing okay. “So tell me Casimir, what are you doing here in Zöld? I’m assuming you’re a part of a clan seeing you don’t have an escort. The only ones I see around here are the Green Clan members… I could never join a clan. I just don’t think I could ever do it to be honest. But good luck to the ones who are members, and I admire your strength and skills. The only thing I really wish I was exposed to was some type of weaponry, especially rapiers. The beauty of sword fighting is just like a dance on a cloud.” CASIMIR MARINOV ❅ So much dialgue @.@
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 8, 2015 1:50:24 GMT -5 ♔
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 Response time is three days. If not responded by then, you will be skipped over. If missed twice, you will be dropped from the mission.
So this is what the being outside of Zold feels like? Sanibelle was still adjusting to the fact she was outside of her home city after 20 years, and all it took was a meeting with some well known merchants interested in having business with her family. Truthfully, the young woman was still feeling lost. She was alone for this trip because her parents and aunt were extremely busy at the shop. If they’re so busy..why did they send me? Reasons were pondered inside her cranium, but the one that kept popping up was opportunity and expansion. Alexander was confident enough that his twenty year old daughter was smart enough to make tough business decisions. She knew her stuff and her eyes are well trained in specialty and expensive fabrics. Amethyst eyes looked outside of the Tavern Room her escort from Zold to Chrysos left her. It was still early around 6am. Sanibelle could’ve slept an hour or so later, but nerves got the best of her and also she didn’t want to be late meeting with Mr. Oswald. He was a stern and fair business man. Push his buttons wrong, he’d shoot you in a second. His trade was in expensive fabrics like silks, velvet, furs, satins and gold threads. Mr. Oswald looked like he acted Sanibelle was told. A tall think man with a long face and pointy nose. He was balding on the top of his head and had a long silver pony tail to the middle of his back. Oswald was never seen in anything that looked “cheap” or “poorly made”. He often modeled the own fabrics he sold in his own wardrobe made by his personal tailor. In a detailed letter that he sent to her before her travel to Chrysos, Oswald had explained his desire of meeting. He had told her he needed a trained tailor to design a dress out of a new silk embroidered with flowers using gold thread and purple satin. He also wanted to expand his business into Zold and her family business by partnering together and he’d be a big investor. He had also seen how well known they were and wanted to take advantage of their name to make his business more known. In exchange, he’d provide exquisite fabrics and also a name for them in the city of Chrysos which was his domain. He was the king of fabric trading in the city of Chrysos out of three other fabric merchants. Sanibelle truly saw it as an honor to be able to meet and think of business plans with a huge hancho. She also saw it as something that could make or break her family’s business as well which made her stomach turn. Getting fidgety, Sanibelle finally got up from her uncomfortable bed to get dressed. Fingers made a variety of braids and in buttocks length golden threads. She had slept with her hair tied into ringlets to make her hair curly and more presentable.Braids and curls were soon all pinned up with gold colored ribbon and a few gold pins. Some loose curls fell to her shoulders framing her face making her look older and playing off her delicate and beautiful shoulders, face, neck and collarbone. Soft tones of ivory, gold, and teal made Sanibelle look well worth the time in a sense of knowing how to present herself. She figured she didn’t need a cloak because it was quite warm and the skies were clear even at 6am. Soft palms gingerly pressed against the ivory and gold bustier flattening out any possible creases. Nervous pains ran through her body as time seemed to creep faster than it really was. Guessing by the height of the sun, it was about 7:30am and her escort would be meeting her down stairs around 8am to get better acquainted and go over possible plans of what they’d need to do throughout the day until she needed to be returned to her home city. After checking herself and taking deep breaths, Sanibelle headed downstairs. There were already a few patrons eating eggs and sausage and drinking strong coffee. She quietly walked toward a very isolated end of the bar. The barkeep who was currently working walked over as he was finishing up shining a glass. “What can I get ya pretty young lady?” He reeked of old coffee and strong liquor making Sanibelle’s nose wrinkle in disgust. “I’ll just have some bread and sliced meat. Thank you..” “That’ll be 10 shillings darlin’ or a kiss and a date.” Sanibelle rummaged through her small leather pouch and pulled out 10 shillings and placed it on the bar top, “What’s the matter sweetie, don’t want to go out with me?” His rough hand gripped her chin lifting it up to reveal her neck. The young woman could feel his eyes examine every inch of her body. She felt violated and confused. Never had a man ever gripped her chin so painfully and talk so lewdly towards her. Having enough, Sanibelle gripped the man’s wrist and pulled his hand away from her face. “Touch me again and I won’t hesitate to get you arrested. Do you understand me?” Her voice shook the tavern with it’s sternness and coldness. Sanibelle looked soft and vulnerable, but when needed, she could make her words stab someone faster than a trained soldier and his rapier. Before anything came from her lips or the barkeeps lips, Sanibelle felt a looming shadow over her back. She turned her head to see a person standing close to her. “May I help you?” RAZIEL DELAIR - IGNATIUS ORIVIEN - ANISE AGNELIUS - CASIMIR MARINOVOOC: OutfitShoesHair
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 8, 2015 0:28:42 GMT -5 ♔
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Wealth, Blood and Lust Prt. 1 QUEST OVERVIEW Ongoing ”MR. and MRS. Alexander Greenwood, you have been requested to meet Mr. Oswald, a fabrics merchant located in the city of Chrysos. If able to meet, you will meet Mr. Oswald in the market in front of Edmund's Tavern in Chrysos at 9am sharp on Jan. 10. Please let us know if you’ll be going or if you’ll be sending your daughter.
-Ardwin L. Munster, Raduga Merchant Society”
“MR. Munster,
My wife and I cannot attend due to the fact this is one of our busiest months. We will be sending our daughter, MS. Sanibelle Greenwood in our placement. We request she have an escort with her at all times while in the cities, because she will be traveling single without a family member. She also has Iron Deficiency Anemia and she can faint easily if over worked.
Please and Thank you,
MR. and MRS. Alexander Greenwood”
Sanibelle Greenwood will be traveling to Chrysos alone, and an escort from the mainland clans are most desired (Purple, Red, Gold, Green or Blue). In Chrysos, unbeknownst to the public, Mr. Oswald has been murdered and is being played alive by a man named Leonard Scurlly, a man being hunted for kidnapping and drugging young women in Raduga to sell on the black market. The only known information about Leonard is he operates his sex trade at night, is fond of Friesian and Appaloosa horses, and takes personifications of his murder victims.
QUEST CLASS DETAILS QUEST DIFFICULTY: ♔♔ 1. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD
2. RAZIEL DELAIR
3. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN
4. ANISE AGNELIUS
5. CASIMIR MARINOV
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MISSION THREAD CAN BE FOUND HERE: Edmund's Tavern, Chrysós
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 7, 2015 21:39:10 GMT -5 ♔
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 “You’re such a beautiful animal,” Sanibelle smiled as her hand continued to rub the cat’s back. She managed to pull more sausage and broke it up into about 12 pieces. “You know, you look very familiar. I remember when I was young, I would always see a dirty blonde cat just like you. Well, he was smaller then of course, but still as beautiful. He’d walk in front of the family shop and my Aunt and I would feed him small bits of food left over from lunch. Of course such pleasurable things end after a while. He stopped showing up...but life happens doesn’t it?” A gentle laugh escaped her pale pink lips. People probably thought she was crazy, sitting on a stone step in front of a yarn shop talking to a cat. Sanibelle wasn’t a person to let those things get to her anyway. She always believed that kindness and love were gifts well shared with a human, animal, strain and who ever needed it. One hand returned to petting the soft coat of the cat and the other holding out the small pieces of sausage. Soon enough, she felt some rain dampen her head and stain the stone work on some of the buildings. “Oh you poor dear…” Sanibelle placed the sausage in her lap on her skirt, and her hands gently lifted the cat into her lap. She wrapped her cloak around her a bit more allowing her body heat warm the small animal. Slender fingers scratched behind the pointed ears and down the nape of the nape of cat’s back. “You ought to eat deary,”the young blonde said as she lifted some more pieces of sausage. Amethyst eyes looked up at the sky and dark clouds were beginning to move fast and getting darker. Rumbles began to be heard. “Hold on sweety...I’m going to take yo home to keep you warm. It’s a short walk and I’ll be able to feed you more healthy.” Sanibelle rolled over the piece of the leather over and lifted the cat gingerly and placed him gently in her basket. She moved the skeins of wool around to keep him warm. Sausage was placed on a small cloth near the cat’s face. Sanibelle stood up and lifted her hood up. Rain began to get heavier and she walked as fast as she could. She kept her eyes in front to avoid shady characters until she got home. Luckily, she wasn’t too drenched and was able to miss the loud claps of thunder. Her family was out so she was home alone. Hands pulled off the cloak and she hung it up to let it dry. “Okay Mr. Kitty let’s get you some warm milk and a warm blanket.” Sanibelle started a warm fire and poured some milk in a cast iron pot that hung from a rod above the fire. She lit some candles and grabbed a small wool blanket. Hands arranged it into a oval shape and she gently placed the cat onto it. When the milk was warm enough, she ladled some into a small wood bowl and placed it near the cat. “Stay here okay? I’ll be right back.” Sanibelle headed upstairs and changed into a light pink cotton nightgown with long sleeves. Fingers ran through her long blonde hair and dropped down around her ample breasts. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and headed back downstairs. The young woman grabbed a big cushion and placed it near he fire place. She sat down and wrapped the blanket around her. “Are you warm enough, Mr. Cat?” she asked with a soft smile and laugh. Her hand slowly rubbed his back like she had done before. OOC: Night Dress
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 7, 2015 12:51:32 GMT -5 ♔
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Another cold and rainy day. Dew dripped from the window and coldness creeped through. Sanibelle herself was never bothered by the cold but she figured she’d have to wear something heavy that would keep the rain off of her. The sky was dark and gloomy, but today was one of her traveling days to the Avenue of Critics. She dressed in wool burgundy bustier and puffy long sleeved white shirt. A long black leather belt accented her waist. Hands attached a drawstring bag filled with a few sewing supplies like snips, needles, and threads. Sanibelle was headed to a small yarn and woven shop in the art district of the Avenue. The customer was the owner’s 18 year old daughter who had ordered a dress for her engagement ceremony. The young woman had requested a dress with green velvet, a shiny brown green silk embroidered with hand made leaves, gold trim, and corseted front with black cotton cording. It was a big project, but still simple to what Sanibelle has made. In total, the dress cost the family 800 gold shillings even if what a simple looking dress. But anyone who worked and lived close the Avenue definitely had money to spare. Sanibelle packed the dress carefully into a lined wicker basket. She placed a piece of leather on top to protect it from the rain. She took her grey wool cloak and placed it on her shoulders. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she left the house with the delivery. I really hope she likes the dress… Sanibelle did have very picky customers before always requesting certain things last minute, which is why she always brought some swing supplies to the final appointment. The young blonde woman said goodbye to her mother who was downstairs before she headed off. Sanibelle stopped by the bakery to pick up a small breakfast of sausage and bread and nibbled on it on the way to the Avenue. To be honest, the Avenue did make her a little weary especially at night. It was known to be a little shady and she hated going there alone when it hit 6pm. Luckily enough for her, it was an afternoon appointment which made her feel better about going there alone. When she passed through the long line of blacksmiths and metalsmiths, she got a few “Hellos” and “Good day, Miss”. She politely waved back while quickly walking through trying to avoid any eye contact with weird people. After a bit of uncomfortable walking, she reached the higher end of the Avenue where the artisan shops were. There, she walked into the yarn and woven shop. “Hello, Mr. Grey, is your daughter around? I have her dress ready,” Sanibelle smiled, pushing back her hood on her cloak. “Oh yes! She’s in the back Sanibelle.” “Thanks Mr. Grey.” Sanibelle gently moved over to the back room of the Grey’s store and saw her client, Olivia Grey sitting at her loom. “Olivia, it’s Sanibelle. I have your dress ready.” The brunette haired girl turned around and flashed an excited smile. “Oh how fantastic! I’ll it on now to show papa!” Olivia stood up and hurried over to Sanibelle who pulled out the dress from her basket. “It’s so beautiful Sanibelle..you’re so talented!” A shrilling giggle escaped Olivia’s lips as she headed behind some changing screens. Olivia’s shrills made Sanibelle’s ears ring and her massive amount of energy and childish manner really did exhaust the older girl sometimes. God bless the man who is engaged to her. Olivia came from behind the changing screens in her new dress. The green, gold and soft brown accented her brunette hair, olive skin and fair features beautifully. Mr. Grey walked in and stared in awe at his daughter. To Sanibelle’s pleasure, the dress fit like a glove and accented Olivia’s curves making her look more mature than 18. “Sanibelle..you did an exquisite job… Mr. Ederson was quite right about your skills!” “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Grey,” Sanibelle smiled. “Please, if you need anything, let me know.” “Well, I am looking for some wool for some new projects.” “Oh! Well please, take three skeins of wool to your liking. Three for a price of one is acceptable?” “Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Grey!” Another warm smile was given as she handed Mr. Grey 10 shillings. She bowed a little bit and headed towards the shop section. Sanibelle picked up three skeins of purple dyed wool making her hands smell like lavender. She bid her last goodbyes to the Grey’s and opened the door to head home. As she stepped outside, her amethyst eyes picked up the image of a dirty blonde cat. “Oh you poor thing.. did someone lose you? Are you hungry?” Sanibelle bent down and pulled a small bit of leftover sausage out. She reached out her hand with the small bite of sausage in her palm. “You must be chilly, aren’t you? Supposed to rain today…” Her free hand slowly brushed against the fur on the cat’s back. OOC: OutfitLeather boots CloakCustomer's dress
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 7, 2015 0:06:04 GMT -5 ♔
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"I am actually not in a hurry...So I do not mind waiting for them to be repaired...Thank you for showing me your stock, though...Ah...If it would not be much of a problem...Do you think I could watch you repair them? That way...I might know how to take care of any damage that might happen if I get stranded in an emergency situation and cannot make it to town..." Sanibelle just flashed another smile at the man’s request. She had never had a male figure, or a strain at the maer, ever show interest in the sewing side of the business. They were more into the cobbling aspect and would have lengthy conversations with her father. Her pale hands lifted off the cloak from the man’s shoulders and folded it up nicely along with the others and put them on stock.
“Truly no problem, sir. I wouldn’t mind a little company truthfully. If you’re going to watch, I will put you to work though. It’ll be subtracted out of payment, and a truly better way to learn than just watching,” she replied, her voice sweet like an angel. The afternoon sun shined on her pale skin and blonde hair to only highlight her natural beauty. Sanibelle picked up the cloaks that needed repair and brought them to a table in the back of the shop and was closest to the window that would allow more natural light to hit her soft skin. “Do you mind if we work near the window? I enjoy the natural light and it makes things so much easier to see. Also helps me relax and not worry about my illness. I’d also love to hear more about you if that’s okay? I’ve never seen a feline Strain before...I’ve seen more birds than any other species. I’ve never left the city because finding a willing escort is hard unless you pay almost 500 shillings.. Anyway, sorry about my rambling. I tend to ask too many questions when I meet someone new.”
Sanibelle placed the cloaks on the long table and walked over to a huge wicker basket. She rummaged through it and finally picked it up and carried it over to the table. Her delicate hands pulled out two pairs of snips, a cutting knife, a few tailors thimbles, thin and heavy duty bone and metal needles, and huge spools of thread that matched the color of the cloaks. She then walked to another side of the back room and grabbed a huge bolt of cotton lining and light brown goats leather. “Alright well….the first part is to measure out the lining and leather.” Sanibelle grabbed the bolt of cotton lining and rolled it out across the table. “These cloaks are different sizes..so we’ll have to label them.” The young woman rummaged through the large wicker basket once more and pulled out some pretty big pins, paper and charcoal. She wrote a huge number 1 on a small slip of paper and pinned it to the first cloak she picked up. “Would you mind writing out the numbers and pinning them to the cloaks as I lay out this one?” she asked politely, gifting another one of her beautiful smiles.
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 19:18:16 GMT -5 ♔
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”Good morning...I was hoping to see if you did repairs here? If not, I am looking to buy something similar enough to this to be a suitable replacement..." The tall male handed her about what looked like five cloaks or so. Sanibelle walked over to a long wooden table tilting her head beckoning the young man to follow. Pale hands laid out the cloaks one by one and trained amethyst eyes glanced over the fabrics as fingers could feel the differences between the weak spots and strong spots of the threads. To her, the lining was the only thing that needed to be fixed, but the outer fabric had some small weak spots that could be fixed and supported if each cloak was lined with a layer of thin but durable goat’s leather. “You’re quite lucky sir,” Sanibelle smiled as she lifted up a cloak to show the man what the necessary repairs would be and how she would do it. “We do repairs which is honestly cheaper to repair all of these than buy 5 new cloaks. The lining is the biggest issue and the outer fabric is a little worn but not enough to be a problem after the repairs are done. What I’ll do for repairs is to give you a stronger lining of cotton but also give you an extra layer of flexible goats leather which will provide insulation and keep you more dry when the rain or whatever the seasons throw out at you. You look like a well traveled person, so the two linings is the best option. Is there a time you need all these done by? If you need cloaks for the rest of the day, I’m willing to rent some out to you.” A hand reached into a small basket and pulled out a pair of shears, Sanibelle would probably take a few hours to each cloak, but it was considered an easy project. If her mother was done with whatever she’s doing on the makeshift hand cranked machine, the process would actually go faster. The machine was ingrained into a heavy wood table and was run by good old elbow grease. The needle would move up and down when Sanibelle or Mother moved the lever away from them in circle motions. Thinking the man would possibly need cloaks at the moment used and had no patience to wait for half a day, Sanibelle placed the cloak and shears down. “If the option I mentioned doesn’t work for you, I’ll show you the best deals on some good traveling cloaks.” Sanibelle walked over to a shelf labeled male traveling cloaks. She pulled a hoodless brown cloak with a leather neck, a long forest green cloak made out of wool with a muslin lining, and a mid thigh black leather cloak with a hood. Sanibelle put the two later ones on the table and put the brown hoodless cloak around the man’s shoulders. She turned him slightly toward a long mirror. “What do you think?” she smiled softly. OOC: Cloaks Brown cloak with leather trim Black leather cloak Forest Green cloak
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
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♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 17:33:24 GMT -5 ♔
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Grass Hill - 6pm The sun began to set over the horizon of the city of Zold. Many people were heading into their homes to start making dinner and settle down with their families. Her family had left Sanibelle to be on her own as they visited the Ederson family. Mrs. Ederson was still very ill and her body was continuing to degrade. Sanibelle felt horrid that she couldn’t be there, but due to the fact of being frail already, her immune system wouldn’t be able to handle anything that Mrs. Ederson could possibly pass on. The young woman decided to take a walk to the docks like she liked to do daily. Pale hands grabbed a lantern for her walk back and a small basket filled with meat, cheese, bread and water. Her leather pouch lay across her body and her small knife sit nicely at the waistband of her floor length brown cotton skirt. The evening was surprisingly warm for the cold months, but she wore her green velvet cloak in case it got chilly. Her hair was back in braids and messy from a full day of work. Sanibelle herself was actually looking forward to a night alone. She’d be able to watch the sunset from the abandoned docks and admire the different plant life that began to overgrow like rhubarb, high noon peonies, and love hearts dicentra. Sanibelle always loved flowers and plants ever since her aunt taught her all about them. During the season changes, that’s what she really looked forward to. She loved seeing what the docks grew and also what the local florist found and bought from the outer cities. Even though the docks were abandoned by most, Sanibelle still loved venturing to them. They were eerie and beautiful in the morning, but at night, it was full of life with the moon blooming flowers in the spring and summer and some wildlife like deer roamed around there nibbling on the wild bushes. It was truly a shame that they weren’t used, but all the shipments came from land via Lilla, Ble and Chrysos. Even though the docks weren’t safe, Sanibelle mainly stayed at the entrance. She never dared to cross over the wooden fence. There was a nice hill that she usually sat at and watched the sunsets when she could. After locking the door behind her, Sanibelle headed toward the grassy hill that overlooked the water and broken docks. When she finally reached her favorite area, she removed her cloak and laid it down as a blanket. Sanibelle sat on her cloak, lit one out 20 small candles that fit on her lantern and opened her basket with her dinner. She placed some cheese and sliced meat on a slice of bread as her Amethyst eyes glanced over the horizon that bled with pinks, oranges, reds, purples and blues. A soft and warm breeze rustled through the grass and the overgrown vines that were beginning to eat the wooden fence. Before she was going to eat another bite, she noticed a huge rustle in some brush. A sudden chill ran through her body as the sunset dimmed down to complete darkness. “H-H-H-Hello...Who’s there…?” The flame on the candle flickered casting shadows deep on her body. Sanibelle’s hand reached for her small pocket knife. Never had she been so afraid sitting here. Tonight was different. Coldness seemed to wrap around her like a suffocating fog. Her heart beat heavily, reverberating in her ribs as she dare not to move a single muscle. OOC: Outfit Skirt, Top, Bustier Shoes
Hair Style Hand LanternPlant life Love Hearts DicentraRhubarbHigh Noon Tree Peony
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THE WOMAN COVERED IN THREAD Sanibelle was born into a family of cobblers, seamstresses and milliners. She's a young woman with a thirst of travel and learning about the surrounding areas of where she lives. In the 20 years of her life, she has never left Zold, but hopes to do so one day. She's a well known seamstress for the upper side of the city due to her skill in beading, applique and small embroidery detailing. On the side she enjoys long walks, sitting in the rain and arranging flowers she's picked or bought. SANIBELLE GREENWOOD'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | CITIZEN |
AGE | Twenty |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | SEAMSTRESS |
POSTS | 40 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 14:40:52 GMT -5 ♔
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Sanibelle giggled at the older woman’s response. ”Yes, I am here to buy few items for Liyana. She's my guardian, see. Ehe, is it too obvious that I'm not from around here?" Her words were silly and really did show that she wasn't around here. If someone was from Zold and it was someone Sanibelle had seen before, they were polite but not uptight polite. Foreigners often seemed afraid of the people of Zold. It could be of the roughness of the metalsmith workers and intense markets. Sanibelle herself had heard gossip and rumours of what outsiders believed of Zold, to be honest, it really broke her heart. It’s truly a shame to have someone think we’re gross and messy. In fact, we’re tidy and there isn’t a day someone won’t clean or do their laundry. Even though they were rumours, it sil made Sanibelle’s blonde brows furrow in frustration.
The shorter woman followed her to the bakery and Sanibelle waved to the owner’s wife. ”Ah hello, Louisa! Possibly something warm like meat soup and bread?” she smiled gently at the woman with a plump face, grey hair and green and brown dress.
“Sitting out in the rain again, Sanibelle? Looks like you have an outsider as well,” Louisa smiled as she grabbed an apron. Sausage fingers took a whole leg of lamb off a hook and she started to chop up the meat along with some onions and potatoes.
”She’s here to get some supplies and doesn’t fare the rain like we do,” Sanibelle smiled back.
“Well that is one way to notice if someone isn’t from these parts. They writher like snakes in the cold rain haha. But don’t worry deary, Good ol’ Lousia will make you sumtin’ warm to eat.”
Amethyst eyes returned to the outsider in front of her as she spoke. ”Zold has many cool things- rare items that you cannot find anywhere else. The market is also amazing and sells fresh goods at reasonable price, unlike in Chrysos. Do you live in this city then, miss? You must have happy life. People said Zold has friendly neighborhood!"
The blonde young woman nodded and listened intently at the other young woman’s words. ”You’re from Chrysos then? I’ve never been outside of Zold, but I’ve it’s a nice place full of rich and elegant people. But then again, those are all just personal accounts of people who are able afford an escort . Yes, I’ve been living in this city for 20 years. I work in my family business of clothes, shoes and hat making. Zold does have friendly people unless someone pushes their buttons wrong. It’s a treat kind of to have outsiders show up, because there are people who do talk ill of us...but at the same time, I feel like that’s pretty common. So much gossip and lies. It’s kind of sad really… Lies and gossip shouldn’t stop one from seeing a city or a new place,” Sanibelle sighed as she tapped delicate fingertips on the wood table that separated them.
The smell of meat soup wafted through the bakery and it drew some people in. Lousia had finished it up and poured them into a wooden bowls. She placed two of the bowls in front of Sanibelle and the outsider wih a huge loaf of steaming bread. “Eat up, it’ll keep you warm dearies, it’s on the house.” Louisa then went off to deal with the new incoming crowd of wet to the bone merchants and patrons. Apparently the rain outside had gotten a lot heavier and thunder rumbled over the horizon. Sanibelle could see the merchants covering their carts and closing their doors and windows to protect their wares. People were walking home and heading for shelter but still in no rush.
”Thank you Louisa!” the blonde haired young woman smiled before returning her attention towards the outsider. ”My name is Sanibelle Greenwood. What’s yours?”
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