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• General Information
• Age: 45 (Nameday is Merry 1st, 1720)
• Species: Stoat
• Size: Medium (A head shorter than average)
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• Physical Description
• A female stoat, grown shapely with age, motherhood, and gentle living, and just below average height for her sex and species. She has rich russet fur and a snow-white underbelly and shoulders dappled with brown, a white and brown-spotted pink nose, a white right paw often stained with ink, and a dusting of freckles on her soft-featured face, which has grown gently creased with wrinkles. She has big, perceptive redbrown eyes that appear only moreso behind her circular crystal and wire spectacles, attached by silver chain to drape about her shoulders. She is fond of a simple blue working dress when she isn't entertaining, in which case she typically wears a fetching blue and yellow-gold dress with repeating patterns of a design depicting an open book, turned away, with a quill between its centermost pages, and amber-yellow shoulder ruffs. Outside, she usually wears an old straw sunhat with a yellow ribbon and a seagull feather.
• Inventory and Real Estate
• Several dresses, a collection of quills, inkwells, parchment, personal journals, and favorite books. The outline and first draft of half of an unfinished fiction novel. A wedding ring given to her by her husband, Willard R. Brudenell, and a necklace of a small silver Missertrosse Gull, given to her as a little girl by her sister, Anais Scriven. A small framed sketch of her and her family she keeps on her person. The home she shares with Willard and their children.
• Personality
• A strong-willed, brave, stubborn and ambitious lady, a deeply-loving and fiercely-devoted partner and mother.
• Strengths
• Her inner strength, love, courage, loyalty and devotion.
• Weaknesses
• Her ambition and stubborness can get the better of her, sometimes to great detriment.
• History
• Emilia Theodora Scriven was born Merry 1st, 1720 in Zaddius' Walkin' Clinic, then located in Zann's Backyard, to Lorentus Theodorus Scriven, chief accountant and bookkeeper general of Gadzooks! Enterprises, Unltd, and Patience Valerian Mattucks, a writer of cheap romance novels, pulp-fiction and penny dreadfuls. They were both strange and intense beasts in their own ways, and raised Emilie and her two siblings- Chester "Larz" Larzenbright Scriven and Anais Goldfontein Scriven- to be dedicated at whatever their calling and faithful but cynical citizens of the Imperium. While Larz was distant, quarrelsome and troubled, Emilia and Anais were very close throughout childhood, a bond that continues even over any distance a Missertrosse can reach. Emilia graduated with honors from the Imperial University at Length, having accessed it through her father's business connections, with a focus on writing and secretarial duties. During this time, she began to take special interest through the Saturday Evening Smelt in the rising political career of one Willard R. Brudenell, finding him both handsome and sensible. She also joined a student political group, Students For a Stable Imperium, that argued for better housing, free meals for the Slups, a decreased national debt, and less general turmoil, to be paid for with cuts to military spending. It consisted of her, her sister Anais, and another student, all other potentially interested students having been arrested previously for involvement in a group protesting the prison Imperial complex. She and her comrades were arrested for their activity, and released not long after reconfirming their loyalty to the Imperium and getting paid out by their parents. All three students bore on their left forearm a poorly-done tattoo of an X over a skull sitting upon a scale, the symbol for their movement, done on each other in prison. Emilia is still a bit embarrassed by it, and tends to cover it in public with long sleeves or makeup. Anais went on to become an Imperial scholar, retaining a living quarters at the Imperial University while often traveling abroad. After college, Emilia worked under her father at Gadzooks! Enterprises, Unltd, as a Minor Secretary Sergeant, and then for Acme Blades, Inc. as Chief Secretary. She then served the Imperial Library for a time as an archivist while writing short stories and mildly-inflammatory political essays for the Saturday Evening Smelt, before noticing by chance that Willard R. Brudenell was seeking a secretary. She leapt at the opportunity to serve one of her political heroes, who she'd only grown to admire more with time, and got the job, much to her shock and delight. She and Willard's relationship developed quickly the longer they spent together, even after she largely got over the hero worship she had for the stoat. She shared many of his political views, as well as a desire to see a better world for the Imperium, one she knew was in their grasp with just a little reaching. When Willard began to rely on her for advice, she took the opportunity to push him to further ambitions, including some that, while risky, she felt were necessary for that golden future they dreamed of. Besides politics, they quickly learned that they simply enjoy being around one another. What were once solitary pleasures became shared ones, walks in the park, eating meals, sharing space while reading or working. In short time, that turned into dates, watching the stars, attending poetry readings, the occasional dance even while anxious of stares but taking comfort in each other anyway. They even tried some private sailing lessons at one point, and Emilia nearly drowned the second day after slipping. She cherishes the memory anyway. In time, Willard proposed, and Emilia swiftly sealed the deal with a kiss. They'd been nearly inseparable by that point, lonely people who no longer felt alone. The wedding was a small affair, though Anais was able to attend at Emilia's delight. It was followed by a brief honeymoon at Wultlie Lagoon in East Tookumberry Key, where they continued their sailing lessons. Then it was back to work running the Imperium and saving it from itself, Emilia lending her head for numbers, speeches, and schemes, and her heart for reassurance. They had a son, Aiken, in 1744, and a daughter, Nuori Anais (named for Imperium hero Minister Nuori Sken and Emilia's beloved sister Anais), in 1748, and Emilia loved them for a time more than anything else. Then times got hard, much harder. They went from hideaway to hideaway as the future slipped from their fingers and beasts died all around them. She grew distant from her children in all the fear and chaos, waking every morning wondering if she and her family would be on pikes by nightfall. By the time it all went totally to Hell and they had to abandon their old home of Bully Harbor for Tully Shore, Emilia was exhausted and grateful despite herself for the respite and opportunity to live as a family again. Their nights were hard, but their days were brighter, and she worked to adapt to a world where waking up she wasn't so expectant of death for her and her loved ones anymore. She and Willard grew ever closer in their search for some peace, taking up a little innocent sailing again, gardening, holding paws and sitting together. She attempted to be a better mother for Aiken and Nuori, and make up for their lost years of innocence, and had another kit besides, a son she named Willard Pritchard Jr. (Willard for his father, Pritchard for her favorite author, Day Arndt Pritchard the madbeast), born in 1756. Raising up a little one while spending so much fair time with her wounded husband and older children can be very hard at times, but also proves to be some of the happiest and most fulfilling days of her life. Despite this, there is scarce a night of rest she still does not dread, nor a day she doesn't cast a glance in the direction of Bully Harbor, and dream of reclaiming it.
There are interested parties seeking the Brudenells' restoration, and some days she cannot help but send an encouraging letter under a false name they know to be hers. She also writes regularly to Anais, a much more harmless occurance.
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Emilia Theodora Brudenell
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• General Information
• Age: 45 (Nameday is Merry 1st, 1720)
• Species: Stoat
• Size: Medium (A head shorter than average)
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• Physical Description
• A female stoat, grown shapely with age, motherhood, and gentle living, and just below average height for her sex and species. She has rich russet fur and a snow-white underbelly and shoulders dappled with brown, a white and brown-spotted pink nose, a white right paw often stained with ink, and a dusting of freckles on her soft-featured face, which has grown gently creased with wrinkles. She has big, perceptive redbrown eyes that appear only moreso behind her circular crystal and wire spectacles, attached by silver chain to drape about her shoulders. She is fond of a simple blue working dress when she isn't entertaining, in which case she typically wears a fetching blue and yellow-gold dress with repeating patterns of a design depicting an open book, turned away, with a quill between its centermost pages, and amber-yellow shoulder ruffs. Outside, she usually wears an old straw sunhat with a yellow ribbon and a seagull feather.
• Inventory and Real Estate
• Several dresses, a collection of quills, inkwells, parchment, personal journals, and favorite books. The outline and first draft of half of an unfinished fiction novel. A wedding ring given to her by her husband, Willard R. Brudenell, and a necklace of a small silver Missertrosse Gull, given to her as a little girl by her sister, Anais Scriven. A small framed sketch of her and her family she keeps on her person. The home she shares with Willard and their children.
• Personality
• A strong-willed, brave, stubborn and ambitious lady, a deeply-loving and fiercely-devoted partner and mother.
• Strengths
• Her inner strength, love, courage, loyalty and devotion.
• Weaknesses
• Her ambition and stubborness can get the better of her, sometimes to great detriment.
• History
• Emilia Theodora Scriven was born Merry 1st, 1720 in Zaddius' Walkin' Clinic, then located in Zann's Backyard, to Lorentus Theodorus Scriven, chief accountant and bookkeeper general of Gadzooks! Enterprises, Unltd, and Patience Valerian Mattucks, a writer of cheap romance novels, pulp-fiction and penny dreadfuls. They were both strange and intense beasts in their own ways, and raised Emilie and her two siblings- Chester "Larz" Larzenbright Scriven and Anais Goldfontein Scriven- to be dedicated at whatever their calling and faithful but cynical citizens of the Imperium. While Larz was distant, quarrelsome and troubled, Emilia and Anais were very close throughout childhood, a bond that continues even over any distance a Missertrosse can reach. Emilia graduated with honors from the Imperial University at Length, having accessed it through her father's business connections, with a focus on writing and secretarial duties. During this time, she began to take special interest through the Saturday Evening Smelt in the rising political career of one Willard R. Brudenell, finding him both handsome and sensible. She also joined a student political group, Students For a Stable Imperium, that argued for better housing, free meals for the Slups, a decreased national debt, and less general turmoil, to be paid for with cuts to military spending. It consisted of her, her sister Anais, and another student, all other potentially interested students having been arrested previously for involvement in a group protesting the prison Imperial complex. She and her comrades were arrested for their activity, and released not long after reconfirming their loyalty to the Imperium and getting paid out by their parents. All three students bore on their left forearm a poorly-done tattoo of an X over a skull sitting upon a scale, the symbol for their movement, done on each other in prison. Emilia is still a bit embarrassed by it, and tends to cover it in public with long sleeves or makeup. Anais went on to become an Imperial scholar, retaining a living quarters at the Imperial University while often traveling abroad. After college, Emilia worked under her father at Gadzooks! Enterprises, Unltd, as a Minor Secretary Sergeant, and then for Acme Blades, Inc. as Chief Secretary. She then served the Imperial Library for a time as an archivist while writing short stories and mildly-inflammatory political essays for the Saturday Evening Smelt, before noticing by chance that Willard R. Brudenell was seeking a secretary. She leapt at the opportunity to serve one of her political heroes, who she'd only grown to admire more with time, and got the job, much to her shock and delight. She and Willard's relationship developed quickly the longer they spent together, even after she largely got over the hero worship she had for the stoat. She shared many of his political views, as well as a desire to see a better world for the Imperium, one she knew was in their grasp with just a little reaching. When Willard began to rely on her for advice, she took the opportunity to push him to further ambitions, including some that, while risky, she felt were necessary for that golden future they dreamed of. Besides politics, they quickly learned that they simply enjoy being around one another. What were once solitary pleasures became shared ones, walks in the park, eating meals, sharing space while reading or working. In short time, that turned into dates, watching the stars, attending poetry readings, the occasional dance even while anxious of stares but taking comfort in each other anyway. They even tried some private sailing lessons at one point, and Emilia nearly drowned the second day after slipping. She cherishes the memory anyway. In time, Willard proposed, and Emilia swiftly sealed the deal with a kiss. They'd been nearly inseparable by that point, lonely people who no longer felt alone. The wedding was a small affair, though Anais was able to attend at Emilia's delight. It was followed by a brief honeymoon at Wultlie Lagoon in East Tookumberry Key, where they continued their sailing lessons. Then it was back to work running the Imperium and saving it from itself, Emilia lending her head for numbers, speeches, and schemes, and her heart for reassurance. They had a son, Aiken, in 1744, and a daughter, Nuori Anais (named for Imperium hero Minister Nuori Sken and Emilia's beloved sister Anais), in 1748, and Emilia loved them for a time more than anything else. Then times got hard, much harder. They went from hideaway to hideaway as the future slipped from their fingers and beasts died all around them. She grew distant from her children in all the fear and chaos, waking every morning wondering if she and her family would be on pikes by nightfall. By the time it all went totally to Hell and they had to abandon their old home of Bully Harbor for Tully Shore, Emilia was exhausted and grateful despite herself for the respite and opportunity to live as a family again. Their nights were hard, but their days were brighter, and she worked to adapt to a world where waking up she wasn't so expectant of death for her and her loved ones anymore. She and Willard grew ever closer in their search for some peace, taking up a little innocent sailing again, gardening, holding paws and sitting together. She attempted to be a better mother for Aiken and Nuori, and make up for their lost years of innocence, and had another kit besides, a son she named Willard Pritchard Jr. (Willard for his father, Pritchard for her favorite author, Day Arndt Pritchard the madbeast), born in 1756. Raising up a little one while spending so much fair time with her wounded husband and older children can be very hard at times, but also proves to be some of the happiest and most fulfilling days of her life. Despite this, there is scarce a night of rest she still does not dread, nor a day she doesn't cast a glance in the direction of Bully Harbor, and dream of reclaiming it.
There are interested parties seeking the Brudenells' restoration, and some days she cannot help but send an encouraging letter under a false name they know to be hers. She also writes regularly to Anais, a much more harmless occurance.
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