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Post by hari on Jan 16, 2012 1:47:37 GMT -5
There was the ever looming shadow passing where the faint light was trying to seep through the window. It almost half framed him. Her dazed blurry eyes looked up at him. This darkened hero sent from, well she wasn't going to say it. Felt the wheezing of her head as she let out a groan, which even the action pained her to do. Felt the beginning aches over her body now given time to bruise. Her finger felt numb. Limb. Half wondering did she even have arms. Legs. She felt numb. Then the shear pain upon her arm caused her to come crashing back down. Harriet relished the stroke of her forehead, as she uttered a simply sigh as it soothed her and broke her just for a moment of the pain. His gentle words, her eyes first blurred to his face soon saw him clearly as his words stopped her. Felt her head bury just a little into his hand. As he was like a god, an angel from above. Her hero who was so powerful with a gentle touch.
He stopped her for a moment. Though her mind wasn't completely taken. The sting slowly came back and perhaps brought mostly as she began to get restless again. She couldn't rest when someone needed her. As Harriet's head swooned in circles as her hands help to make her sit up. The next step was to find her legs. The bending of her arm caused another sharp pain, felt the side of her ribs ached. Felt the heaviness in her chest as she coughed a little. Caused a groan to escape her as it pushed on her ribs and she felt her head began to be heavy again. Eyes looked to her hero as he took her hand and squeezed it as he spoke to her. She fabled a weak smile with the flutter of her eyes at his name. Her hero was Percival? She lowered her head and eyes to the bed, escaped a soft breathed sound. "I... You really shouldn't have to... I'm sure it's just a scratch, yes just a scratch... I'm Harriet... Knight? So you are a hero?" Harriet gently shook her head as it spun her head doing anymore. He had done enough. She tried to convince herself again it was a scratch even if she gritted her teeth at the pain. So she slowly accepting it, but she wasn't sure she could trust her mother be safe without her own eyes to see it. As she spoke of being a knight. Her hero. She was beginning to feel she could trust him to help her.
"Apollo is my horse. The monsters spooked him and he took off. Its how I hit my head. Oh NO. What if he was attacked?... My mother's at home, she's been extremely ill... Are we in Willowdale? Our farm is just on the outskirts as you come in from the road to Camelot... Thank-you Percival. I worry it should be me, though. Please make sure she knows I'm ok, I don't want her to get worried. Just get better" Harriet's voice rose a little as she told him who Apollo was. As she placed her hand upon her head. Which led her to a bad thought that Apollo could have been attacked even worse dead. It was not an easy thought. As her eyes searched Percival with concern. Harriet then explained about where her mother was. Village? She was assuming Willowdale, hopefully? As she offered simple enough directions. As it caused the swirl of her head with these words. That she knew she wasn't great shape, just in denial. As she then accepted Percival's help. Believing he would do all he truly could, she couldn't help worrying it should be her. Felt the guilt. As her chest became even heavier. Began to cough repeatedly it hurt so much. As her hand came to her mouth as spot of red fell into her hand. Which rang a lap of shock to flood her. As it scared her now. As a little more blood was coughed up. As her other hand clutched at her midsection. As the burning felt like it swelled her head. She eventually felt her head reach back on the pillow. Letting out painful groans. As she coughed once more. Unable to stop the faint tears that bubbled out. As she heard the echo of the door rattling. The echo of voices. All in this swirl of pain and fear. She searched for Percival. For in his eyes. Was the hope she needed.
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Post by hari on Jan 15, 2012 0:23:38 GMT -5
'They say sometimes its hope. Sometimes its luck. I quite believe he was always meant to be there. Like the light in the dark. A hero risking all for little old me. I cannot be grateful enough. For I live to see my family once more. I cannot ever let them down. I cannot surrender. I must Persevere. As my hero did for me.'
Slowly Harriet's eyes rolled in her head. She was able to catch the look he gave her that perhaps she had more than just tripped and fell over. If she was not already starting to see black she would be worried. Her eyes also caught a look on these beasts as if he had never looked upon them. Yet, he pushed through all the unknowing and slew them? He saved her. For a faint moment she smiled to lastly see his godly face. Eyes that opened up to keep her safe and on guard. Heard his voice carried to her ears between another growl. There was a moment she blinked to do as he commanded, but she hadn't the self control. Felt her head rest somehow against him. In the dark cave in her head, she was feeling safer now. The nightmares had ceased.
For the time being. As then she felt like she was floating in something close to heaven. There was voices. Her mind slowly rose back enough to mutter a light groan. Her eyes opening slightly, but she wasn't looking through to anything. Her head rocked and her mind vaguely opened to the word. She felt the jolt in the steps that carried her. Felt so safe and warm. As her head curled into his chest. As if any second the nightmares may return. She wanted to protest. She wasn't the one in need of healing. Her mother was! She was unable to find her tongue as her head kept drifting in and out. Then she felt the rush moving and the trees speeding by. Which caused more of her mind to daze at. Wanting to cry out. This was the wrong way, but she just couldn't.
All that felt a matter of moments in her blackened mind. She felt strong hands, yet gentle place her upon something soft. It felt warm where ever she was. Her eyes then opened a little more. Running around all the shadows, trying to focus on at least something. She then felt the pain at her arm. Then the sting and a cry escaped her lungs. It was enough to wake her. Her eyes moved to where her arm was touched. Shut her eyes at the blood, it caused an unsettling in her stomach and let out another cry. She looked around unknowing where she was. "Where am I?" Harriet groaned as her eyes looked around. Licking her dry lips. Then her mind came suddenly at a rush. Her eyes darted a little more. "I shouldn't be here... I need to find Apollo. My mother needs me... I cannot... ahhh. Just lay here.." Harriet spoke in a little panic. As her mind slowly remembered Apollo and the mission to help aid her mother. Her eyes showed the fear for her mother. Her eyes then looked to the face beside her. Then screamed at her arm, before she did what she could to sit up. Then felt her head do a 180. Her hand came to steady her head. As her eyes dazed again. Ceasing her eyes a little shut as the burning sensation returned and boy did it return. Allowing a deep groan from her lips. The flashes of the beast now haunted her thoughts, but she still had the leaping thought for her mother. That was a fear she was most afraid of. As her face then fell worried through the pain.
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Post by hari on Jan 14, 2012 23:00:13 GMT -5
Felt her eyes shut as their roars halted her screams. Almost now to scared to even scream. Feeling her swallowing going no where. The hairs on her neck rose. The goosebumps peaked. She felt the sting of her arm. The deep claw embedded in her flesh. Her mind was a little to much on whether she was going to survive this than the wound. Felt the sway of her own head still as her eyes danced between the beasts. Jumping out of her skin as the teeth came at her. Felt her heart almost leave her for good. Somewhere in the distance she heard hoof steps again. Her eyes shut tighter, then nothing happened. She opened to find the beast was slain. As if Apollo himself had struck him with his mighty arrow. Her eyes fled around her. It was all a rush a swirl going around her head. Soon fell upon not the sun god, but an entirely different god. Perhaps Ares. Was how he best came to her mind.
Upon his dark steed, came out of nowhere and was undoubtedly her hero. She hadn't been in the midst of battle before nor had she ever really seen it. Not like this. He took to his feet and rose to great heights. Harriet wasn't sure he was to be matched. Then swallowed hardly as a growl came to her ear. Felt the steam blow upon her neck and her eyes then left for a moment from her hero. With the quick steps of this godly man, the beast turned on him. Harriet heard the faint crush of bone with metal. The groan that escaped the beast. She had watched in amazement, but then turned a little at the bloodied sight. It was a little too much. As her head swooned at all that had swirled around her. Felt the burning still upon her head.
Then he spoke as Harriet rose her hand to the spot on the back of her head. Felt her hands shake as she felt the wetness there. Bringing her hand to her eyes slowly as she dreaded the sight. Blood. She tried not to squirm at it. Her hand laid out before them as her eyes tried to look somewhat ok with this as she looked up at him, but she failed badly at it. "Thank-you for coming. I... I believe so... Its just a scratch." She thanked him. She had thought her chances were slim, but he saved her life. Her voice shook with her words along with her bloodied hand. It was just a scratch, she tried to convince herself, but her eyes looked to him for reassurance. For a moment she just saw him. Then the growl came and it shook her. Her eyes shut. She was sure she would have nightmares about this. Her head then swayed a little more, felt her head drifting just a little. She faintly saw the beast dash in a blur towards her. She let out a deep shock of a breath, before her eyes were starting to see black.
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Post by hari on Jan 14, 2012 21:23:01 GMT -5
It was a rather hectic day. Harriet's mother Olivia had gotten worse in her illness today and Harriet took time off to be beside her. To comfort her, but it was not enough. She needed medicine of some kind. There was little chance of getting hold of any within the nearby village. Harriet had to go to Camelot. Seek the healer there if she could, as her hand hung her bag over her shoulder. She wore a simple buttoned up red dress, with a simple pattern. Her foot slid into the stirrup of her ride. There was no need for the cart this time and instead of Iris, she used Apollo. A buckskin stallion golden as the the sun. Which glistened through the trees. As Harriet trotted now through the forest. Using the short cut to make time go faster. She thought if she moved quick enough, she could avoid any hassle. It was mid morning, surely it was safe enough. As soon she pushed Apollo into a canter. Missing trees and fallen branches.
Then suddenly which took Harriet much by surprised Apollo ceased. Snorted. Whinnied at some unseen danger. Felt the steed heighten under her seating, causing a little off balancing. She motioned her hand to help calm him. As her green eyes danced between shadows and a quick turn at the snap of a twig. Then a low growl. Apollo already backing up. Soon crept out something Harriet wasn't sure had a name. Was it even a beast? She slowly backed Apollo, only finding another growl some where behind and eventually to her side as well. Not one, but three. Surrounded them. Feeling the rising of her chest, she tried to remain calm, even if her pulse was slowly racing. The beasts crept further. Causing Apollo to rise on his back feet with a shake of his head. Harriet lost her balance and soon hit the ground, rather hard with her head. The sound of hooves galloping off.
Harriet groaned as she slowly came round, feeling a burning sensation to her head, but nothing was broken. She quickly remembered where she was as the growls were coming closer. Her mind was dazed and caught dead centre. Felt the fear inside. With little way out. Felt as she shallowed hard which seemed to be getting caught. She instinctually motioned back with her hands. As the beast before her moved her direction with a little faster pace that she turned to crawl away from the beast. Only to be cut short with a quick jolt as she was met with another beast. Causing her to jump in fright. Turning again only to find the beast behind had caught up and it struck out at her. She felt the tear of her skin upon arm as it pinned her with its claws. She let out a cry from the pain, felt its teeth so close. She shook as the beast closed in, felt she was very much doomed. They all let out a raw which caused fear, tears and her lungs screamed.
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Post by hari on Jan 14, 2012 2:39:06 GMT -5
'So I made a good few coins today, in fact I do believe I made enough to treat mother to something extra special. The day is never complete until I see her smile and truly mean it. Even for a moment if I can bring her happiness is hopefully one step closer to being healthy again. Then that could be hopeful thinking. As when she smiles offers a fine shade of pink to her pale cheeks and for a moment all I see is my mother. How she use to always be, strong and taking care of everyone. Now she is the one that needs to be taken care of. I still have hope she will pull through, there are moments I doubt, but I cannot let the thoughts consume me. Or let her see my doubts. She just needs me to be there when I can. So I will continue to.'
It was late afternoon and Harriet had finished her day of selling her baked goods in Camelot. Now was the same trip she took every other evening back to her village and eventually back home. There was excitement that she would be home and see her family. There was that faint jolt in her mind was she going to see her mother a little better or worse. She dreaded the moments her mother worsened and she really hadn't shown a great deal of signs to get better. Upon her way down the same old road, Harriet stopped for a short break and found a quiet spot off the road. Her cart just nearby with Iris patiently waiting with a snort. Harriet would peak up to see the beast's eyes looking at her, with a smile Harriet would say soon. They'll be home soon. Animals may not speak, but they still can well give you that look. Harriet escaped a laugh as she dotted down upon her diary. Felt the tree trunk encase her back. After being on her feet most of the days, it was rather peaceful to sit here and be still. There be little chance until bedtime for her to fill in her diary as her mother needed taken care of and by the time came for her to put her head to the pillow, Harriet was already a sleep.
As she scribbled words after words. Allowing just for a moment to have for herself, which hardly ever exceed half an hour. She even felt a tad selfish for doing this, but feeling she might lose it if she didn't find even a small window of time. The chill was through the air from the wintery weather, though the sun had come out today which lent for a tad bit of warmth and a pleasant sunset in a few moments. There was also a lot of shadows being cast, but Harriet remained unfocused by them. She wore a simple handmade dress, a little dirty at the end and a simple coat to keep her decently warm. All in different shades of blues and hints of white. Her hair was let go tousled around her shoulders. Her attention was soon taken as Iris began snorting and carrying on more than usual. Something had unsettled her. Which caused Harriet to squint a little. Her green eyes the caught movement behind the cart. Which jolted her to rewrap her diary and taking it with her. As she rose to her feet silently. Nerved to her bones as she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. Perhaps a creature had snuck in the back, it does happen. Though her instincts if she had any told her otherwise. She threw her diary back at the front of the cart as she moved to settle Iris with a pat.
Harriet then motioned around the cart to the back. See a couple of darkened clothed men going through her cart and belongings. "Hey..." Harriet had revved herself up to speak to them, but lost her nerve some where in the back of her throat. Feeling there had been something powerful to be said at the tip of her tongue. The burly men then motioned towards her. Which cause her to back up, until she couldn't. 'What?' She questioned to herself. Then felt the jolt escape her spine as she soon realised someone had stopped her. She stepped a little before she turned slowly to have her questions answered. It was a couple more of these men. Bandits? Perhaps? She wasn't one to really in the know to well know these things. All she knew was her life was threatened. Felt the nerves jolting her, but trying to think at the back of her head what her father told her if she was caught in situations like this. Something about pushing the nose or kicking below the belt. That would cause enough time to run she gathered. It was one thing to remember it was another thing to actually do i and there was plenty of them. Then a hand grabbed at her head. She struggled out of instinct and kicked out. Another came in and she just began kicking out. Randomly hitting them. Hard? perhaps not. Somehow instinct drove her elbow into the bandit that held her into his face. Causing him to let her go. Finding a small opening. She ran. What little chance it gave her! As she felt herself being grabbed and unable to break through now. Harriet screamed with her lungs and her eyes watered. She couldn't die now. She was needed. As she twisted in the grasp, before flinching as she felt a blade run along her cheek, causing her nerves to really go at it, but she tried to remain still. Feeling all she could do was surrender and she didn't like the feeling. Was it all meant to end now? Like this?
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Post by hari on Jan 10, 2012 21:33:05 GMT -5
'This is a day in the life of a bakers daughter. As you can see my life is not always easy but my family is always there for me.' With the flick of the feathered pen with the dots of ink with the little jar just beside her. With a gentle hum and that little hint of a fair smile upon her lips. As she filled in her diary whom never had another pair of eyes it and Harriet was very keen to keep it that way. With a faint blush. With that gentle hum evaporating much like boiled water as she put the bound book away for now as the morning was beginning to pick up with some costumers. Harriet had already remembered faces and lucky even a couple of names. Whilst it still was this enormous looming city, despite the reasonings she was here, there was something to admire within the city's walls. Camelot. Was all she knew. Dressed in a simple white dress with some hints of lilac to give it that feminine touch. Her hair was tousled in waves of browns and golds. She had spent the early morning preparing everything and covered in flour. There was little trace of it now. Though there was still that faint fresh bread smell in the air entwined with the pies and caked upon the table as well as in her cart. By the cart came the snort of Iris a beautiful bay mare, whom took these daily travels to and from Camelot. Finding a carrot in her bag, Harriet soon heard the chomping as Iris ate it. With a gentle stroke of her forehead, before returning where Harriet once stood.
Greeting some of first costumers of the day with a pleasant demeanour and filling their needs of baked goods. It was still a slow progress, but people needed bread so it wasn't so hard to find buyers. It was maybe a little easier back in the village, but the real coin was here. Where in suit money wasn't something Harriet ever thought would be such a great deal for her, but in this world you needed it to survive. In her case to help take care of her mother. Harriet needed little, her days was filled with mostly work and she did enjoy it. Even if the days were long and her body would protest. It had to be done. It was for the greater good and through the hardship it was worth every sweat and tear she had to shed. A young girl came for bread for the family, which Harriet gave an extra special loaf to with a little treat of gingerbread the girl had been eyeing. "Its our little secret. Shhh." Harriet gave with a wink. Seeing the young girl light up with such a smile as if Harriet just made her day was a sweet thought.
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Post by hari on Jan 1, 2012 20:02:24 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:.
Harriet Bennett
.:Nick Name:.
Hari
.:Age:.
19
.:Race:.
Camelotian
.:Status:.
Citizen
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Harriet is tall in height, a trait mostly from her father. She has lengthy light brown toned hair. It changes a little but through the season and depending on how much sun, it can get a little lighter. Harriet is built light weight. She has a rather fast metabolism which it can almost be quite hard to put weight on and can get too thin on occasion. She's also nicely toned, not great deal of muscle, just enough. Her skin is golden in colour a trait from her mother as is most of her appearance, from her Portugal descent. This also prevents her skin from burning, generally just gets darker if too much sun. Her eyes are light green. She dresses in colourful dresses, either made by her hand if not her mothers. Pastels to the more brighter colours, but nothing over the top or that fancy. She also likes bracelets, all range of colours. Though they were generally given by her father until he passed, with little money now as it is.
.:Height:.
6'
.:Portrayed by:.
Ana Beatriz Barros
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.:Personality:.
Harriet is very humbled and down to earth kind of girl. Having grown much in a more quiet lifestyle has perhaps given her a bit of her shyness. She warms up after some time spent of course. She's a hard worker trying to provide for her mother in as much ways as she can as its not so easy to do being a woman, but it just means she has to work a little harder. Perhaps a little too hard as she rarely relaxes, if she does there can be some regret in it. Though she does like to have fun. She wants to do, its just that toying notion she shouldn't that plays at her. She's a natural in the kitchen area. She very much enjoys the creations she makes. She also has a hobby in writing, which she is rather secretive about. She also is gifted vocally and can dance, but is rather shy about it. Though is more comfortable dancing in a decent crowd that she can feel rather lost in. She very much likes the culture type dances her mother taught her as child. Though Harriet is shy. She is good with selling to costumers. As there is a target in mind helping her mother, it gives her focus.
.:Strengths:.
- Humble
- Creativity
- Books
- Food
- Loyalty/ Kindness
.:Weaknesses:.
- No Fighting skills.
- Shy
- Lack of Wealth
- Ill Mother
- Can act as if everything is ok, when things aren't
- Generally won't ask for help
.:Magic Abilities:.
None.
.:Special Skills:.
- Cooking/Baking
- Writing - Poetry, Stories, Diary
- Singing/Dancing
.:Accents:.
English/Portuguese
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:.
Camelot
.:Family:.
Father: Michael Bennett(Deceased)
Mother: Olivia Bennett
Half Brother: Tor Bennett
.:Occupation:.
Baker/Cook
.:Current Location of Residence:.
Village in Camelot
.:History:.
Harriet was born to Michael a village shepherd and Olivia a portuguese woman, who fled her family whilst pregnant. Shortly afterwards marries Michael and raises Tor as their son, unaware of his real parentage. Harriet is born a couple years after. For the most part they always had a steady enough income. Lived out on a decent size land handed down through the family generation after generation. They grew crops and had sheep of a generous size. Being a shepherd would take both her father and brother most of the days. Though when able Harriet would lend a helping hand here and there. They had a couple of other animals. Some chickens and some cows. Though sheep was where the money came from. Most of Harriet's time was with her mother's lessons of varies things. One of the main lesson or which Harriet favoured was cooking. Baking. Anything that pretty much involved being covered in flour in the end. The advance of being on a farm was also they grew their own vegetables and fruit. Baked their own bread. So the money was best left to keep everything running steady as it were. They were a rather friendly and well received in the local village. Where Harriet would find spending time in the village and was well familiar with the locals, she still remained her quiet distance. Even on occasion would help out at the local bakers in between filling in her diary about numerous things. About how the day went or how it should have went. A little day dreaming, but for the most part Harriet was humble within this life. It was steady paced and quiet enough. Although being a farm it could change daily.
On one of the trips her father and brother made guiding sheep to sell to a neighbouring village, an attack had come which led to her father being killed. Whilst her brother helped defend even taking a few blows to the men as he had always dreamed of being a knight, though he was unmatched and unable to stop it. The family was shocked by the tragic death. Tor felt some guilt as he couldn't stop it. Harriet was very close still feels rather sad over it. The family as a whole was always close. This was a stake to the heart of it. How were they to deal with this all? As their father was the stable for the family. It soon fell much to Tor as he stumbled into the role and continuing shepherding. It slowly began to get tougher after a few months. Her mother after the death seemed fine, or least acted as such. She began to fall ill and depressed, before coming very ill. Tor was left try to keep the farm going, even selling a bit of land to help stable everything. Harriet was left to take care of her mother, in between she would work at the local bakery to help with the coin. Even going to the main City on off days for extra coin. Finding herself going there more often as she found there was better coin and profit there. Soon finding a small job in the city at bakers. It was a decent travel, though for now it needed to be done. Finding not a quite deal for anything else other than work, helping her mother and sleep. With her brother insisting they had made a decent enough that Harriet to move to the city to make it easier, but she is reluctant doesn't wish to leave her family to save a couple of hours. As her brother insists she could still come home, just more comfortable. So for now she is still deciding. As is doesn't seem her mother is getting any better. Trying to think what's best for Harriet herself is hard when all she can think is what's best for others.
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