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Post by elyseosanne on May 24, 2012 21:42:09 GMT -5
Tesslin rolled her eyes, but grinned right along. "Well, somebody's got to," she stated, wiping her palms down the skirt of her dress. It was a bit more threadbare than she would like, especially since it was just the beginning of the season. In all honesty, Tessa didn't mean to be bossy. She didn't mean to nag. It just happened like that- it was a form of concern. She's seen what people get like when they don't take care of themselves, so she was just simply reminding them. She would admit, albiet reluctantly, that she was somewhat of a mother hen, especially when she was in the kitchen. She liked feeding people. Tesslin cleaned, clearing the table of materials she had used, and sweeping up the extra flour off the table. The brunette liked things to be in order. She liked things to be done. She liked her bread completely cooked. Burning food she could deal with, but there was simply no excuse for undercooked food. Which was exactly why she was hardly satisfied with his answer. A shrug? Surely he had something to say about it. Maybe it was different. There were quite a lot of feasts, they all must blend together somewhat. Tesslin's only been to one, and it spooked her out of her socks. It was so loud and chaotic. There was a degree of fun to it though, and she was smiling despite herself. The shyness was a real problem. She's never really been in a situation surrounded by dozens of people who were actually friendly- as friendly as they could be. It certainly wasn't violent, maybe rowdy, but not violent. "I suppose it's good they didn't run you out of the castle. I don't know what you would do if I wasn't around to feed you," she teased, putting the lid on the flour jar and placing it neatly on the table. The kitchen... was actually clean, for once. She had been working on it for a while before Torrin showed up, but she didn't realize how close to finished she actually was. She rubbed a stain of flour from near her collar, and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. A smile spread over her cheeks, partly because she was finally finished with her chores. However, it was more likely because she was beginning to understand feasts after all, "Well, drunkenness and worn out servants I can understand." Note: Don't worry about it. ^^ |
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Post by elyseosanne on May 6, 2012 12:21:47 GMT -5
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" It was a comfort to know some things never changed. There was something universal about the way people enjoyed food. Even though Tessa's old home was just across the city, it felt ages away. She smiled, eating her own portion much slower than her company. It seemed as if Torrin inhaled the thing. Just like a child, she thought, shaking her head with a grin. It was good that somebody took joy out of the simpler things. Being surrounded by so many riches and royalty threw the poor girl for a loop. She was seeing, but still working on believing. It wasn't long until she finished hers as well. The first bite reminded her how hungry she actually was. Her stomach protested, but Tesslin forced herself not to eat like she hadn't seen a crumb in three days. When it was gone, she wished there was more. She always did, but supplies seemed to run out faster than they could be replenished. Even the water- something that Tesslin had always thought was unlimited- had dried up for a few days. From the outside, Camelot looked magical. From the inside, Tesslin now knew, it was even more so. "How was the feast last night?" she asked, curiosity floating on her words. Tesslin was often behind the scenes, just where she liked to be, but she couldn't deny that there was a certain quality to being in the light. When she first started working in the castle, she ahd believed that every night was a feast. What, with the amount of food the kitchens made every day it was a huge surprise to the girl when the first actual feast came around. She didn't know what to do with herself. The worst part was that she was talked into serving as well. She was so nervous she thought she was going to faint. Thank the gods she didn't. Even that night, alone in her bedroom- Tesslin was still shaking. She had never been to anything so big in her life. It was a shock to her system, and the brunette still hasn't really come to terms with the sheer volume of everything. Why did the castle have so much when hundreds of people struggled to get a decent slice of bread on the table every night? Over the months, she's heard loud compliments on the food, reaching the kitchens with loud laughter. It was hard to suppress a smile. She couldn't hear exactly what Torrin was saying, but she could always tell when he was performing because of the noise. It would rise and fall like waves lapping at the edge of a lake. Tesslin had never seen a lake, but she's heard plenty of stories about them. " It was especially loud. Is that a good thing?"
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Post by elyseosanne on Apr 21, 2012 19:11:27 GMT -5
You are seriously kidding!
Hi everyone.
I was just commenting yesterday on how awesome Uther's personal color is (seriously the best shade of orange ever) and then it turns out that we even have the same name. (SORCERY!)
Hi, everyone. My name is Nicole, but people call me Nikki. I play Tesslin Osanne, a lower town girl with a knack for baking, who now works in the castle. I am a sophomore in high school. I go to a private school in Central Massachusetts. I am interested in art history and graphic design. I'm an avid (more like rabid) reader. I love fairytales and myths/legends. I pretty much draw all the time, on everything.
My best friend and I have a dream to own a bookshop in Boston one day. We'll even have a cat. Stop by, it'll be awesome. I'm interested in Environmental Science, and I really miss having a bicycle. I kind of write? I don't think I'm very good, but I love RPing no matter how long it takes me to reply.
I was introduced to Merlin around a year and a half ago, and I have since watched every episode.
Favorite Animal: Wolves, birds, and horses (though I don't like riding them.)
Favorite Color: Grey. Like sunrise grey, sea grey, or rain grey- I don't even know. I just like grey.
Favorite book: Seriously can't answer this. TOO MANY.
Favorite TV show: I love Merlin, Bones, Robin Hood BBC, Nikita, Sherlock, A:TLA and A:LOK- I like TV.
Favorite song: uhh. riiiighttt..... I don't have one? But it's probably by the Decemberists! ^^
Favorite food: Stoopwafels even though I'm from New England and I am not Dutch at allllll. Oreos, too.
I'm also pretty lazy, so no fancy colors over here! (Unless I feel like editting it sometime.)
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Post by elyseosanne on Mar 28, 2012 19:12:18 GMT -5
"I'm glad." As a rule, Tesslin had a policy that absolutely no sick people were allowed in the kitchen. Ever. What was the use of a perfectly good chef if he- or she- allowed somebody to get everyone else sick? If the sickness spread enough to get to the kitchen, healers might as well hang up their towels right then. The kitchen was the center of the world, as far as Tesslin was concerned. People loved food and people would always love food. Was there ever a kitchen as grand as this one? Camelot Castle may house a lot of unsavory things, but whomever had built the ancient building should get an award for their spectacular job. It still felt surreal to be cooking in the actual kitchen in the actual Camelot Castle! She could hardly believe Prince Arthur visited her bakery all those months ago. Where would she be if he hadn't? Certainly not in the grandest kitchen in the world. "Because then you know I'd have to kick you out," she frowned lightly, tilting her head to the side. "And what a shame that would be, when the tarts had just come out too!" she continued.
Her green eyes crinkled at the corners with mirth before widening with mock seriousness. "I just couldn't let you eat it, then! You'd have gotten all your germs on it, and then I shall be sick as well." She swept the tarts onto a clean towel, wrapping them lightly and holding them slightly away from her guest. "Maybe I should just rid of them before anything bad happens. You could lose your position because your throat is all torn up. Could you imagine? You couldn't even visit and you'd be as sorry as a common barn dog. No, no. We just went over how I do enjoy your company. Best to just rid of it while we can." She strode across the large room, rounding the table on her way to the trash when his next sentence made her turn on her heel.
With one hand on her hip, tarts held in the other, Tesslin couldn't decide if she should be glad or offended. She settled for a grin, raising a brow in the entertainer's direction. "Torrin, you scandalize me by inadvertently assuming that something I could give you would be anything less than the best. Tut tut. I wouldn't allow that. To give a guest something subpar? Really, you should know better." But his compliment did make her heart soar, with a funny glow she wasn't used to. There was a time when happiness hadn't been so sparing. There had been a time when Tessa's lungs didn't ache with it, but grew in its light. That was a long time ago, and it tickled up memories of a child that the brunette used to know.
She pressed her lips together lightly. Her eyebrows crinkled over her forehead, and Tesslin could taste some spare flour caught on her lip. The tarts had significantly cooled, and were now just warm enough to the touch. She unwrapped them, brushing stray crumbs from the cloth. Spreading her fingers wide- it would be such a terrible thing to drop them at this point- she steadied her hands, peering up out of the grate on the ceiling to look at the sky. Dark clouds had rolled in, blocking the stars from the ever darkening sky. Tesslin didn't have to go far to give him his share. He had been stuck to the pastries like glue the moment they had come out of the oven. Relenting, Tesslin handed it over, extending the food as part of her welcome. "You certainly do have a way with words, Torrin."
Torrin's world may be in the Great Hall in front of everybody; Tesslin's would always be behind the curtain. It was nice to have a taste of another world every now and again. Torrin brought it with his visits, like spices from other kingdoms. She smiled, happily taking a bite of her own after she was positive he was eating it. The food had never been in any doubt, after all.
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Post by elyseosanne on Mar 28, 2012 17:01:24 GMT -5
Absolutely nothing was in its place. Tesslin had been awake since dawn and already things were not going according to plan. The chickens had gotten loose and two were missing, a loss that the Osanne family could not afford. She had burned a batch of bread beyond recognition because she had to collect the laundry from the line. Once the shop was open for business at its usual time, the girl had to juggle baking fresh goods and selling at the same time. She had gotten quite an earful from a few customers, which did little to help her already frustrated mood. Her father had been sitting in the tavern for three straight days and her mother hasn't gotten out of bed since last market day. Although the taxes were lowered again, it would take significant time before things were back to were they should be.
It had been a hectic morning, and closer to midday Tesslin was relieved that the crowds had cleared in favor for the large market in the center of town. Her cousin had agreed to go to market for her, so she could stay and watch the shop. With her mother's absence, Tessa was very grateful for any help her extended family could give her. With a quick survey of the shop, the brunette almost toppled over in her relief of only having one more customer. A small child wandered around, and in her exhaustion, Tesslin forgot to be wary. Thieves, mostly children or parents, stole from the bakery quite often because they could not afford to feed their families. It has become frighteningly more common for the small- however well known- lowertown bakery. Tesslin had been sailing through troubled waters, especially with the rise in taxes making the tension rise as well. No, absolutely nothing was in its place today.
Having just saved the second batch of bread from withering away in the oven, Tesslin hardly had time to rinse out the flour from her parched throat. She handled the bread with a towel that may or may not have been suitably clean. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the hiccup from her usual cleanliness. A long sigh deflated her lungs. The shelves were not as well stocked as they should be, and Tesslin's trained eye picked up on the empty places. They stared out at her, mockingly. She belonged in the kitchen. It was her mother who was good with the people, offering a welcoming smile and a kind word or twelve. It was Tesslin who baked behind the scenes. It was Tesslin who kicked people out, too, if they caused trouble. Trouble was never too far away in these days.
Gathering her scant bravery, Tesslin took a deep breath before going back in front of the shop. The child still lingered, which sparked a small flame of suspicion, but Tesslin didn't have the heart to tell them to go away. She also noted the man who stood quietly by the entrance. He was tall, cleanly dressed and strong. His blonde hair glowed golden in the sunlight. She tided the warm bread she had carried out with her, placing it on the shelves as to fill the empty space, before mustering up the courage to actually sell anything. "There. That's done. May I help you with something?" There was something about this man. Something not quite- well... lower town. It was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite reach it.
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Post by elyseosanne on Mar 27, 2012 13:29:36 GMT -5
Tessa grinned quietly, munching on an apple slice as they waited. The scent of cinnamon and butter slowly filled the kitchens. The warmth of it nearly made her mouth water. That must be her favorite part about being a cook: always smelling of butter, vanilla, and warmth. She glanced at Torrin, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Are you sick? Honey helps with coughs." If Tesslin had one quality that made her oblivious innocence endearing, it was her readiness to help other people. "I suppose every chef has something they can't cook... to cook meat is one thing, but tarts are another thing entirely." She eyed the oven door, calculating the amount of time the pastries have been cooking. It probably felt like ages to Torrin, but she, ever the unintentional tease, wouldn't move to take them out for another two minutes. Tess wrinkled her nose lightly, dusting some stray flour from the ends of her hair. "I think I'll stick to baking."She chewed lightly on the inside of her lip, green eyes crinkling with amusement. "Nothing's funny, really. I just-" A pause, "-like having you around." Tess grinned lightly, her cheeks flushing to a rosy pink. She shrugged, finally turning to the oven and removing the tarts. She placed them on the table, fanning away the steam. "Don't touch," she warned him. Getting burned would certainly ruin things. "Anyways, you're one of the only people in the castle who seems to enjoy my cooking," she confessed. The move from her parent's small lower town bakery to the castle changed a lot of things for Tesslin. Sometimes her homesickness made her question her decision to move. At home she was confident of her abilities, but once she started her job in the castle she got nothing but orders and insults. Deep down, she knew that it was because she was currently at the bottom of the ladder, but it still pained her to think she left her family for little to nothing. There were positive sides to working the castle however. Her family got extra income. The money she received for working was enough to support her mother, and cousins even when the market wasn't doing so well. That thought alone soothed her worries. "So," she continued, "it's good to have you around." |
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Post by elyseosanne on Mar 4, 2012 23:14:22 GMT -5
   "Is that any way to treat a lady?" Tesslin's attention snapped to the shadow standing before then. Was there hope after all? With a renewed energy, she worked at the ropes around her wrists. It was harder than she thought, being thrown over the larger man's shoulder. She could feel the jarring of his limp because it dug his shoulder into her gut. She must have kicked him wel enough. Fighting for enough oxygen, Tesslin felt relief sweep through her when he stopped. Biting her lip to keep from panicking, Tesslin closed her eyes tightly as the man dropped her and couldn't help the yelp that left her lips as she hit the ground. Scrambling away from the two, she was caught by the smaller man. If only she could get these ropes off, she could make a run for it.
Damn Tesslin's heart, though. She couldn't leave while that perfect stranger saved her? She had to repay him somehow. As he stepped into the moonlight, Tesslin's eyes widened. He wasn't just any perfect stranger, he was a knight of Camelot. The crimson crest shone in the moonlight. "Thank God," she murmured, getting a smack for her words. Breathing unevenly with panic, Tesslin twisted her torso so as to hide the loosening rope around her wrists. She had achieved some wiggle room, and it felt like hope was pushing up her lungs.
Meanwhile, the larger man approached the knight. A cruel smirk cut across his face, but he approached warily. He was no match for the knight and it showed. The thinner man was watching, eyes narrowed. His fingers bit into her shoulder blades, keeping her in place. She stared at the ground, shaking. Only a little farther... choking back a cry, Tesslin manage to get her hands free. There was no need to alert the thinner man. Luckily, the knight had defeated the first thug. Tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision. She had come so close, so close to being kidnapped.
Deciding to cut his loses, the thin man let go of her shoulders and bolted into the shadows. He left her, and his partner. He was faster alone, and he knew. Her throat stung and she rubbed gently at her battered wrists. Sobs built up in her system, and she turned, as if waiting for the thin man to change his mind and come back for her.
Tesslin was afraid. Her momentary bravery falling away with the adrenaline. She was shaking, and it took her a minute to scramble back to her feet. She was unsteady, and jumpy. She scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, and almost fell. The knight approached her, and she almost flinched. The crimson logo reassured her, however. Camelot was her home now, and nothing from it could mean her harm. Not that Tesslin had a very good track record with homes thus far. She'd just have to put her shaky trust in the man. She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. He had kind features, she noticed, even handsome ones. Despite the moonlight causing sharp shadows to cross his cheeks, she could still tell. He was brave, too- fighting to save a woman he didn't even know. "Thank you," she manage to choke out. No matter how much she tried to stop it, her sobs came out anyways. "I d- don't know wh- at would ha- have happened--.. T-thank you fo-r saving me." Her words didn't seem coherent, and her brows furrowed. She hung her head lightly, unsure of what to do with herself. Her shoulders shook as she silently cried, her ribs ached with them. "I'm so-rry. A braver girl wouldn-n't be so sha-ken." And shaken she was. Poor girl could hardly stand. Tag: Sir Lancelot
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Post by elyseosanne on Mar 4, 2012 22:27:25 GMT -5
She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling sharply. Tesslin was a creature of habit, so it was challenging for her to be in new places surrounded by perfect strangers. Grinning softly, a flush tinted her cheeks. As a child, Tess was spoiled- within her families pay- up until around five. After that, she had to work, and work hard. Of course, there are only so many jobs that you can get a ten year old to do, but at the time Tesslin remembered feeling exhausted at the end of the day. If she did those jobs today, she'd probably finish in time for lunch.
What a luxury- finishing in time for lunch. Along with her hard working disposition, Tesslin always had the nasty habit of not being able to say no. It was a nice change to have someone help her instead. Even if they were bad with potatoes. (Although, Tesslin was still slightly confused on how anybody could be bad with potatoes.) She looked over at Brynn as she spoke, smiling lightly. "You can't be that clumsy," she replied, brushing stray curls from her shoulders. By the end of the day, Tesslin's bun was always loose, and a tangle of curls at the base of her neck. She could feel the sweat prickle against her spine. "Well, Camelot certainly could have picked a better week for a heat wave. I'm already stressed enough without the sweating," she laughed, brushing the cut potatoes into a larget bowl, and scooping up another bunch from her feet. "Was it a little nicer outside? I hope you didn't get too hot from staying outside all day. Do you need water or anything?" she asked, concern sparking her questions.
Tesslin listened quiet to Brynn speak of her family. Two younger siblings! Could you even imagine? Tess found that she couldn't. "I don't have any siblings. It's the three of us: me and my parents. It must be so special to grow up in the castle!" Her eyes brightened with mirth. Even thinking about it was exciting. Tesslin hadn't had a cause to be excited about much for a long time, but this new friend gave her the perfect opportunity. "I used to think that just being in the castle would make me feel like a princess!" She blushed, adding on, "I still do, kind of. There's just so much space here, I still can't believe it. I'm homesick for my family's bakery in the lower town, but I can't believe that I've manage to get a position here! Everything is larger than life, it's unbelievable. You must have so many stories from growing up here, and with two other siblings!" A smile spread across her cheeks, tinted pink with the heat and excitement.
An actual laugh cut through the humid air. She held up her own potato, the "legs" just barely long enough to be visible. "You won't get very far on these legs, I admit."
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Post by elyseosanne on Mar 4, 2012 18:17:59 GMT -5
There never was any doubt. Not when it came to food, anyway. Tesslin was good at food, and would rather be doubted in other areas than in that one. "Good," she responded, with a small smile. It didn't take long to prepare, and she kept glancing over at her company every now and then. A blush colored her cheeks, and she put the tart in the oven with an extra flourish.
Turning on her heel to face him, she cleaned her hands. "Oh, Torrin. Would you stop looking so eager? It's not like you never get fed." This isn't the frist time he's come to her, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. As earlier stated, the food was never in any doubt. "Besides, I highly doubt that you enjoy all tarts. Some tarts can be quite sour," she shrugged lightly, a bright smile lighting her features. "But then again, that's probably because they weren't made properly. It really is a shame. Tarts are so easy." A small hum of laughter passed her lips.
The only instance in which Tess could be slightly insulting was to other cooks. She didn't outright insult them; she just didn't understand why others had so much trouble in areas where she had such ease. As they waited, she sliced the remaining half of the apple, and split the wedges between the two of them. If she was going to dare to use something from the castle kitchens, she might as well use all of it. Maybe the girl did have some daring blood in her, no matter how dilute.
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Post by elyseosanne on Feb 15, 2012 21:56:27 GMT -5
Tesslin Osanne Season 1Age: 15BreakAge: 16Season 2Age: 17Tesslin meets Prince Arthur.Fresh from the Oven; with: Prince Arthur.Prince Arthur pays a visit to Tesslin's bakery.Episode 7: The Witchfinder
Uther sends for the Witchfinder to track down and destroy magic in Camelot.Break[/size] Age: 18Helping Hands; with: Brynn
Tesslin is new in the Camelot kitchen, and nervous about stepping over lines she isn't yet aware of. Brynn comes in and offers her a helping hand.Season 3Age: 19Dust for Prints; with: Torrin.Torrin pays the kitchens another visit for a little snack.BreakAge: 20Season 4Age: 21Episode 13: The Sword in the Stone (Part 2)
Arthur pulls the sword from the stone, and Guinevère becomes Queen of Camelot.Break Age: 22The Kitchen Maid & The Queen; with: Guinevère.
Queen Guinevère escapes for a few moments from the excitement of a feast, and surprises Tesslin in the kitchens.[/i][/color][/size] |
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Post by elyseosanne on Feb 12, 2012 12:46:10 GMT -5
She couldn't remember the last time that she had time to herself. Tesslin almost didn't know what to do with it. That morning she had stepped in for one of the other servants. They had a family problem that they urgently needed to see to, but Tess would be the last to realize that "family problems" meant "sleeping in and drinking up". She had accepted their story easily, and they were off almost before she could. Tessa had seriously under-estimated the amount of windows there were in Camelot castle. Her sore arms were proof enough for that, but the view had been worth it. On the upper levels it was like she was looking straight over the hills and into the sky. If she weren't already out of breath from scrubbing, it would have taken her breath away. When she finally finished, she rushed into the kitchen to finish her regular duties. Despite the set-back of her absence from the kitchen, meals at Camelot went off without a hitch. She had gotten dish duty for the next week, but, somehow, the windows would always be worth it.
The afternoon sun was just hanging its head below the treeline. It would be light for at least another hour, and curfew not until two after that. Apparently it was easier for the head cook to do it himself than to teach her how to do it, and thus she was granted the freedom to the rest of the afternoon. Obviously, the man had never tried her tarts. Maybe then he wouldn't have banned fer from the kitchen so hastily. She had never been banned from a kitchen before- not even for a minute. When she had been at home with her parents she had always been welcomed. It was a safe place. The other kids couldn't bully her there. She could spend time with her parents, and eat stale sticky buns until her heart stopped. And then her father started drinking more and more, and the kitchen became more hers than his. It was the only safe place for her in the house. He would not go into the kitchen, and to this day Tess didn't have a clue as to why.
She wondered what every other person did with this extra time. A walk through the market seemed like a good idea to her. She had walked to her quarters in the castle and picked up a worn basket. Getting flowers had been the first thing on her list, and they now hung on her arm, the fresh smell of plant life mixing with the aroma of warm bread. She had but two small loaves at the bottom of her basket, wrapped in a napkin before purchasing the bright blooms. There was no consistency to them. Bright red roses mixed with purple bells and yellow daisies. She was grateful for any little thing that would brighten her small, simple quarters in the castle and flowers were just the right thing.
It wasn't until Tesslin noticed the lack of people that she realized how much time had slipped away from her. Blissfully lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the shadows stretching across the city as darkness fell. She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide. There were only a few minutes left of curfew, and breaking the law was the last thing on her list. She turned on her heel, and walked back to the castle. Every crack of movement made her pick up her pace.
Suddenly, an arm snaked out of the shadows and a strong hand gripped her upper arm, making her stop in her tracks. She sucked in a breath sharply in surprise, struggling to control her lungs when the rest of the figure melted out of the shadows. It was a man, large, and scarred. Her heart skipped a beat within her ribs as his voice washed over her, "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" She parted her lips to say something in return, but no words got past the roaring in her ears. She clutched at her basket to hide how she was shaking.
"I was just leaving, sir," she stammered, pulling out of his slackened grip and turning to bump right into another man who blocked her path. This one was taller and more wiry than his partner. Her heart jumped to the base of her throat. They talked amongst themselves, about her. She could hear their smooth words wrapping around her. Those spoke of how she called the man "sir" and how a women shouldn't be out all alone, lest she run into thugs, and what a shame if such a pretty face ran into a pair of thugs. She had never been so intimidated in her life. Tesslin tried to suck up every scant drop of bravery that she had in her. Making her voice firm, she prayed it wouldn't shake. "Let me pass."
This just amused them. The first strike came at her then, sudden as a snake and Tess felt a scream leave her lips even though she couldn't hear herself above the fear rushing in her ears. She dropped her basket, the bread and flowers spilling out over the ground. She struggled, but she was no match for one man, let alone two. She called for help, but was silenced as one of the men clamped a hand over her mouth hard. "It'd be a shame to bruise up your pretty face, but you give me no choice." She found it difficult to breath, and was looking desperately down the empty road for anybody- anything that would help her.
She may look like a lamb, but she certainly wasn't going to down like one. Sealed with an uncharacteristic burst of bravery, she kicked out and kneed the larger man in the balls. Hard. He dropped like a rock. But that still left her with the other one, and now unwilling to face the same fate as his partner. He tied her wrists together tightly with rough rope. It dug into her skin, and she was sure to have hand-shaped bruises on her arms. Once she was taken from the kingdom walls, who knows what would happen to her. She prayed they wouldn't make it that far, but her chances were shrinking with ever step.
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Post by elyseosanne on Feb 11, 2012 23:12:03 GMT -5
She smiled lightly, as the regular series of events unfolded. She would be in the kitchen, alone of with few other people who didn't care. Torrin would dance in, spin together a couple flattering words together like a women would spin together wool. He would ask for food, exaggerate the sorry state of his being. He would simply be wasting away, so he says. She would protest lightly, swear how she wouldn't make me food. No matter what happened, she would always give in in the end. "Please, come down now," she responded, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
No matter how inoffensive she could be, Tesslin was often logical. Her father hated that most of all after he started drinking regularly. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, and was relieved when he finally jumped down. He was still taller than her by a Rubbing excess flour from her hands, she smoothed the front of her skirt and stepped aside lightly as he jumped back down to the floor. Oblivious to the pain in his ankles, she brushed his prints off the table.
"Happy now?" "Quite," she responded, brushing past him to the pantry. She browsed the shelves quickly, taking count of what would and would not be missed. Plucking two apples, bruised, but still good, from the shelves, she returned back out into the kitchen. Putting the apples down, she got together a couple of other ingredients and dropped them on the table beside them. "You do like apple tarts, don't you?" |
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Post by elyseosanne on Jan 31, 2012 8:16:00 GMT -5
A wide grin stretched over her face, and her cheeks flushed lightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually so clumsy." Tess rolled her eyes at herself. She should know better than to startle in the kitchen, especially with knives. She's done it plenty of times, but every time she has to remind herself that there is usually a helping hand at the other end, and not a violent one. Tess kept peeling, glancing over Brynn's head out the window. The sky looked just as it has been all day. Tess was just waiting for a change, and then maybe this infernal heat would let up. The clouds bunched together like sheep bunched together in a pen.
Tessa immediately felt silly, a blush coloring her cheeks. Stupid. Of course she would know where the knives were. It was she who didn't know where everything was yet. A pang of homesickness for her own, small kitchen hit her like a train for the eleventh time today. Anyone who worked here for more than a month would know where the knives were. Nerves were fluttering in her stomach, almost so hard that it was difficult to beat them down. Trying to tell herself to form some set of defense mechanism against her anxiety, Tesslin knew, deep down, that it was futile. Some people were worriers, and some people just weren't. Tess fell into the first category.
She focused on her potatoes, but looked over at her company from the corner of her eye. She looked lightly apprehensive. Tesslin furrowed her brow lightly, swiping the back of her wrist over her forehead to prevent the loose strands of her curly hair from falling in her face. "You don't have to help if you don't wish to. I can handle it by myself." She paused, picking up a few more potatoes and placing them on the table. "Though I am grateful. I've been so nervous all day I think my stomach is just going to eat itself."
"Brynn Reade," she repeated, committing the name and the face to memory. She couldn't remember how the name sounded familiar to her. Reade... she could have sworn that there was somebody else sharing that name. Maybe a sibling? She couldn't remember. The last few days have been a blur of faces, names, and chores. Tess smiled, shrugging her shoulders lightly, and brushing the potato peels into a large bowl once the table got a little crowded. She supposed they would go to the livestock; the busboy just took the bowl when it was full and gave her a new one. "At least the potatoes won't try to run away," she grinned lightly, teasing, but not too much. She didn't want to scare away her new friend when they had just started! |
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Post by elyseosanne on Jan 19, 2012 20:15:31 GMT -5
A tired sigh brushes past her lips, but Tesslin allows her gaze to trace over his abdomen. He was anything but wasting away. However, he did seem rather skinny. Nobody wanted a super skinny jester to entertain them, either. Furrowing her slim brows lightly, Tess chewed on her bottom lip, thinking over her options in her head.
She could feed him, and then always have him coming around bothering her for some food. On the other hand she could refuse to feed him and she would never hear the end of it. Actually, she probably wouldn't hear the end of it in either situation, which left her between two choices with equal consequences. The King wouldn't miss a loaf of bread, anyway. She had a small loaf of her own stashed away with her shawl. She could simply share it with him, but she definitely wasn't going to make it that easy.
Her eyes widened lightly when he accused her of assault. She hadn't meant to assault him. Of all things- with a heavy sigh, Tess pressed her lips together lightly. An apologetic expression passed over her features, her pale cheeks slightly rosy with embarrassment. Despite his grin, Tess wasn't one to hurt others. What if he had fallen and cracked his head open on the floor? She shuttered inwardly at the thought.
With a long exhale, she looked up with him, mirroring his own stance. With her hands loosely on her hips, eyes wide, she looked completely serious with a taste of innocence. "I can't make you anything if you're standing on the table." |
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Post by elyseosanne on Jan 19, 2012 19:40:07 GMT -5
The sounds of the feast were traveling down the corridors. The music and laughter dancing through the hallways, twirling with the firelight as the sun set over the mountains. Tesslin was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, a pot in one hand and a soapy sponge in the other. Every now and then she would halfheartedly scrub at the pot, dunking the rag into a bucket of water by her feet. The other maids were taking advantage of the laspe in culinary needs. She suspected most of them were upstairs serving, or trying to sleep. Tess would never understand how somebody could sleep through a feast. She was nearly on the other side of the castle, and the sounds of merrymaking were a background noise to her chores.
The focus wasn't on her chores, however, even though they seemed to pile up on top of one another when she wasn't looking. It was like a game. While she was off baking a few loafs of bread, her duties lined up on after the other, waiting for her when she was done. It was a game with no mercy, and sometimes Tessa got so overwhelmed she just wanted to cry. She has cried, actually. She tried so hard to do it at a time when nobody was about, and she mostly succeeded, but there were times when she just couldn't help it.
Tessa stared out of one of the small windows in the kitchen. A few chickens strutted lazily by, but many of the creatures were asleep with the setting of the sun. That, or too lazy to move around. The sky was clear, and the stars shown brightly down on the castle. The moon was almost full, but not quite. It was the kind of shape that required a lot of staring before one could really tell which shape it was. A voice floated over to her, mingling with the light and the warm slosh of soapy water against her arm. "Hello. How is th--" Assuming it was another maid, she responded somewhat dreamily. Slowly turning in her seat to catch the source of the voice, Tessa's jaw nearly dropped on the floor. Shocked, she stood abruptly, face flushing with embarrassment. The pan made a clattering sound as it fell, some soapy water splashing against the skirt of her dress. Her hair was not in it's proper bun, and Tess was hyperaware of how it waved down her back. She stumbled over her words, cheeks burning with self-consciousness. "M- M'lady! Do you need anything?" |
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Post by elyseosanne on Jan 19, 2012 17:17:44 GMT -5
Not even working in the castle a week before a heat wave tore its way through Camelot. For once, it was cooler in the kitchens where the young girl sought refuge. The heat outside was a force to be reckoned with, and Tess wouldn't be surprised if people just stopped working because of the unusual temperature. Unfortunately, she couldn't have that luxury. But still, she worked in one of the cooler areas of the castle. The moist humidity of cooking food combatted the dry, dusty heat of the outside world and it gave the girl a comforting pat on the back. Just being in familiar, albiet uncomfortable, temperatures kept her at ease.
Tesslin was peeling and cutting potatoes- a full sack still lying at her feet. Her fingers worked quickly, steadily, but she was worn. She had been fretting over every little detail of her work all day. Everyone else in the kitchen was busy, and she was afraid of taking a wrong step, let alone messing up whatever job she was doing at the time. The heat made friendly people irritable, and irritable people unbearable, especially for a gentle soul like her.
A sharp exhale escaped her lips before she could stop it. The stress was tightening and un-tightening her stomach, and wearing her out more than the work was! She still couldn't make her way around the castle without any help, but she sure as the day is long wasn't going to ask anybody. Not today at the very least!
She almost slipped with the knife when a voice appeared over her shoulder, as if it jumped straight out of the air. She steadied herself, half turning to greet the voice. It belonged to a girl, her hair red, but not like blood; it was red like the sky after the sun sets but before the blue-black night has time to cover the city. Relief came with Brynn's words, sweeping her up almost like the heat sweeping up Camelot. "Oh, hello. I.. I think I can handle it. There are a few knives over there, I think, if you'd like to help. I'm still learning, so forgive me if you can't find them." She chewed on her bottom lip, ticking her head to the side lightly. "My name is Tesslin." |
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Post by elyseosanne on Jan 19, 2012 15:19:54 GMT -5
She gasped, jumping when Torrin- of all people- announced his presence. One of the few things Tesslin actually knew about the jester was that the term "personal space" was not in his vocabulary. If she had it her way, the entire kitchens in Camelot would be her personal space. Then she could blissfully bake for the rest of her sorry existence, and not have to fend off hungry beggars. Especially if those hungry beggars happened to be Torrin. Which they did happen to be, more often than not.
She gave him a pointed look, removing her hand from his and stepping away in the scant space between them. "Hello, Torrin." She wanted to inform him that she was certainly not his darling, and he certainly wasn't going to get any bread out of her- that is, unless he wanted it raw.
She could have pushed him, she would realize later, but she never would. It wasn't her place. Tessa wasn't violent, or pushy. Far too meek, Tess reasoned that a push from her would probably do less than a baby's kick. That is, unless she really wanted to do some damage. But since when did Tess every want to do another human any damage? Exactly! She would leave the knights to do that. They had their job, and she had hers.
As it turned out, she didn't need to. His interest was caught by the dough on the table. She watched him, whipping her hands clean on the towel in her apron pocket. "I'm not going to make you anything," she commented, ringing her hands together. She could feel his grip, gentle on her shoulders as he moved her aside as easy as a summer breeze moves a blade of grass. Her jaw dropped lightly when he stood on the table before her."Please get down right now, Torrin! Get your feet off the table!" She whacked his ankle with the towel lightly, brushing some stray flour off the toe of his shoe as she did. "You child. We prepare food here, you know."
Alas, he did know. Why else would he be here?
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Post by elyseosanne on Jan 18, 2012 19:00:27 GMT -5
The kitchens of Camelot were empty, and Tesslin couldn't decide if she should be relieved or paranoid. Never one to just throw away a perfectly good reaction, Tess settled herself down right in the middle and worried so much water could have boiled. The brunette wore a dark dress, made of a material coarse enough to keep her warm in the chilly months, but the cloth made her skin itch lightly in the hot kitchens. Usually the kitchens were one of the busiest places in the castle, but all the food had been prepared for the night, and within a blink Tess found herself alone. She hummed, focusing on how the sound echoed off the walls. You wouldn't get her to sing, not in a millennia, but she did enjoy humming a few notes now and then. It kept her fingers from sleeping, and her focus from drifting too far out the kitchen's nonexistent windows.
There is flour spread out over the table. It floats in the air, stirred lightly by the gently rise and fall of her breath. She had always loved playing with flour. Like snow, but softer, finer, and warmer. In her father's bakery she used to draw him pictures in the flour. She frowned lightly, pausing as she worked some bread dough off her fingers. She didn't want to taint her fond memories of her father with the fresher stains of alcohol-induced madness. At least he didn't hit her mother. Tesslin didn't know what she would do if he ever did. Rolling the bad thoughts off her shoulders, Tess resumed her work, her hum fading into the background noise.
Tessa was a bit superstitious, and a bit gullible. She was a firm believer in wills transferring through food. She had always thought that her food was so good because she thought good things while she made it. It was the perfect excuse to practice locking up her problems, and pasting on a smile. She wasn't about to admit how crucial cooking was to her mental health, however. She stretched her fingers, kneading her knuckles lightly into the grand table of the Camelot kitchens. She was preparing some dough for tomorrow mornings loafs. These wouldn't got to the royals, though. Of course not. Tess would rather die than give her employee anything less than fresh out of the oven.
Maybe she was a bit dramatic, as well. It was hard to hold it against her.
She rubbed some flyaway wisps of hair out of her face with the back of her wrist. Dusty smudges of flour smeared across her pale forehead. A yawn split her jaw. She gently covered the dough with a slightly damp rag. It would keep it from drying out over night, and it would keep some of the flies away.
Her head snapped to the side, her hums cutting to an abrupt stop as she heard something. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard something. Or someone. She scolded her heart for racing in her chest. The wind was making her hear things; she was definitely over-reacting. Then again, she could have sworn... Shaking her head lightly, she slid the bread into one of the cupboards. Sparing a glance around the kitchen, she realized with a sigh that there was at least an hours worth of clean up. Should she skip it tonight and face the consequences, or come in tomorrow unrested and face the consequences of that?
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Post by elyseosanne on Jan 16, 2012 23:22:46 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Tesslin Osanne
.:Nick Name:. Tess, Tessa
.:Age:. 17
.:Race:. Camelotian
.:Status:. Servant
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Tesslin is prettier than she believes herself to be. She has long brown hair. It is curly, more often than not, but her hair is rather unpredictable, so sometimes it can straighten out. Of course, these are on the days when she most wants the curls. It is dark, a contrast to her very pale skin tone. Her eyes are dark green-hazel, nearly brown. In some lights, her eyes are darker than in others, but the color certainly seems to change most according to her mood. This is technically impossible, because Tesslin doesn't have an ounce of magic in her small body (she would never work in Camelot if she did). She has full lips, and is often found chewing on them. This is a habit brought on through hunger, but now it simply signals nerves or concentration.
Her thin face shape reciprocates into her body. She has a very slim structure. A delicate neck holds up her head on top of a set of narrow shoulders. Her limbs and fingers are long. Tesslin is very bony. Her collarbones seems to stick out by meters, and she swears her hips are at least a tad curvier than the rest of her. Her breasts are small, but definitely not nonexistant, and a fair size for her body.
.:Height:. 5'6"
.:Portrayed by:. Astrid Berges-Frisbey
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Tesslin is among the best of dreamers. She can often be found humming, and staring out of windows while she does her work. Unluckily for her, the kitchen has the least windows in the whole entire castle, it seems. Sometimes, the world just conspires against her. She is very quiet, and often would hesitate to speak even when asked. Tesslin is very self conscious about her voice, and is often quieter than the sky before a hurricane. She is nervous, but altogether polite. Her features just seem to emphasis her innocence, and flighty demeanor, but she is not all that she appears.
Around people she cares about, or people she really doesn't care about at all, Tesslin opens up. Like a flower blooming in the spring, Tesslin reveals a slightly sarcastic sense of humor, and restlessness only cured by a little trouble every now and then. She has a kind heart, but isn't very brave when it comes to people of a higher status, which, really, is pretty much everybody. Tesslin is a gentle spirit. Kind and caring, she is the poster child for mild.
She works herself to the bone, and doesn't complain. She can step up to the plate when needed, but one of her weaknesses is helping too much. She'll take on a job for somebody, without even realizing she should just be helping them, and not doing the entire chore by herself.
Once inside the circle of trust, you don't leave the circle of trust. Ever. For anything. Tesslin would never tell another soul about your secret. She is always available to listen, gives the best advice she can. Tess doesn't get angry, just upset and disappointed. She doesn't raise her voice, but commands attention simply with her there-ness. Though not outspoken, and not invisible, Tesslin is just there, a friendly smile, and a comforting presence. Tess is most afraid of letting people down, and hurting other people. That, and spiders.
Tessa loves to cook, and finds great joy cooking, even though it is for other people, and even though she is getting paid less than scraps to do it. Her favorite food is apples. She loves the fruit, and makes sure to save enough for her pies (which are almost infamous) before the cold sets in.
.:Strengths:. -cooking
-puts others before herself, loyal
-willing to help
.:Weaknesses:.
-shy
-apologies more than she should
-can easily lose track of time
-slow to trust
- horrible at team-work. People take advantage of her and she lets them. She usually does more work than she can take, because she can't say no.
.:Magic Abilities:. None.
.:Special Skills:. Cooking: She was offered a position in the castle because of her great cooking, though she can often be found doing other chores around the castle as well.
Healing: Though she has no magic, Tessa seems to have a calming influence on injured people, especially children.
Weather prediction?: It isn't a very useful or lifesaving skill, but since she looks at the sky all the time, she's learned to pick up signals and patterns about the coming weather. Now, she is very skilled at it, and is rarely wrong.
.:Accents:. Tessa has a lower town accent, but she tries to speak more formally in the castle. She is so worried about the stability of her position, she doesn't want anything to compromise it, slang included.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot, lower town.
.:Family:. Richard and Sarah Osanne. Bakers.
.:Occupation:. Servant in the castle of Camelot.
.:Current Location of Residence:. Servants quarters- Camelot Castle
.:History:.
Tessa was born on a day when it looked like the sky was made out of gold. As if the sun took all the riches in the world, chewed them up, and spat them out over the sky. It is said that it was the first thing she looked at, and she hasn't really looked away since.
She was born into a family of bakers in the Lowertown of Camelot. She was the first child to her parents. She grew up around baking, and burns. The family always ate stale bread, because the fresh bread her father made every morning while she was asleep was to be sold. By five, Tesslin was rising with the sun, and quieter than the dawn creeping up over the hills. She helped her father bake the bread in the morning, and then ran to wake up her mother two hours before the shop opened.
It wasn't a glamourous lifestyle, but it was a happy one. Tessa wouldn't trade it for the world.
That is, until the first miscarriage. And then the second. Her mother was getting weaker, and her father was getting angrier, and curse the lord almighty for bringing alcohol into this world to mess with the minds of sound men. Tessa was working nearly full time in the bakery at ten to help her mother, while her father was busy drinking in the neighboring tavern.
Richard Osanne was a large man, which thick, strong, scarred fingers. Tessa learned to do as she was told before she was told it, and- if she was lucky- she wouldn't get hit for messing up. Her father was a changed man, and Daddy in the pre-dawn hours of the morning was but a hazy memory. Despite her father's ill treatment, she worked hard, and loved what she did. Word circulated around the lower town, pulling in business almost faster than she could bake.
That was her saving grace. Cooking. Eventually, word got around to the servants in Camelot, and then actual Camelot. She was offered a position in the castle: a gift that Tesslin did not hesitate to accept. Her father didn't touch her mother the way he hit her. Some loves even alcohol couldn't change. The extra money would help her mother regain her strength, and the peace of mind would keep her well.
She moved into the castle servants quarters, often adopting extra chores from her friends who were just "so tired, Tessa." Though she did not trust many of them, Tess did feel an obligation to help whenever she could, it was her job, right?
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