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Pronouns: Him/He
Age: 34
Occupation: Artist
Plotter: https://bywitandwhitby.rpginitiative.com...hp?tid=369
Height: 6'5"
Registered: Sep 2020

#11
After his time walking around the front line making drawings of the remains of what had been a lovely field, bubbling creek, sandy beach, or the former healthy/alive young man, he now greatly enjoyed this very type of setting for a walk.  His hand paused as he attempted to push those memories back into the deep portions of his mind.  He had lost himself there for a time due to his work during those years, and still had times when those memories peeked their wicked fingers into his thoughts.

Taking a breath, his brush began moving again. "It could be much worse."  He replied in a different tone than he had been using.  He had been friendly and easy-going previously.  This reply held the tone of one that seen just that, much worse.

As he pushed the mood away, avoiding it, again.  He glanced over at her.  "Nae a lass?  I 'ave 'eard aboot lads that dressed as a lass, but yu are the first one I've met in person."  The young woman did not seem to be a lad, and he was usually better at noticing such details.  Giving her a closer look, he shook his head.  No, she was a lass.  He was pretty sure of it, the shape of her and her manner just made him pretty sure of it.  If she was a he, then he was very good at living it.

He had heard about the heir of one of the Barons back home that was known to wear women's clothing while at home.  It had not bothered him, just something unusual for that area.  Others around the front line had spoken of secret groups that would get together.  He didn't care one way or another.  Though he thought a drawing or painting of such a group might be interesting.  Though with the way some others had commented about it, he figured it would be unpopular to have such a painting out where guests would see it.  He gave an internal grin.  Maybe he should do it.  He was known for drawing/painting the 'real' life he sees.
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Age: 23
Occupation: Aspiring university student
Height: 5'4
Registered: Aug 2019

#12
Nesah actually did quite the opposite. She liked to dress in men's clothes when nobody was watching, and when her brother was in York and the servants were out, she'd raid her brother's closets and have a blessed few minutes in front of the mirror. But she did not understand the language well enough to follow what the man was saying, and even if she would have, she would never admit to something so scandalous, not even before a stranger.

"Lad?" she said. Did he mean a man? She thought it was a metal. Her annoyed frown deepened. "I don't know what you're saying."
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Junior Member

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Pronouns: Him/He
Age: 34
Occupation: Artist
Plotter: https://bywitandwhitby.rpginitiative.com...hp?tid=369
Height: 6'5"
Registered: Sep 2020

#13
Douglas turned around.  Knowing his accent could confuse some folks and given that she had a strong accent different from his own, he figured that he should at least attempt at get it sorted out.  With the pallet in one hand and his brush in the other, he faced her.

"Yu said yu were nae a lass.  That would mean yu are the opposite, a lad.  A mon."  He tried to clarify it.  "Though I dae believe yu are a lass or as it is more common said in this area, a young lady."  He shrugged.  "It makes nae difference tae me, yu 'ave an interesting face now that yu are up close.  Yu should 'ave someone draw or paint it.  Me or nae me."

He turned back toward his canvas.  "If yu ever wish a few names of those that dae portraits, I know a few besides myself.  I dinna live here, but will be here for a few weeks, at least.  If yu would like tae commission me at some point, that is."  He didn't mind either way about that either.  He became more focused on the shape of the ruins and less on the woman behind him.
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Age: 23
Occupation: Aspiring university student
Height: 5'4
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#14
How she wished she was a man. Her life would be easier in so many ways. But she was a woman, tied down by corsets and the rules of propriety, destined to be 'the angel of the house', some ornament. How dull.

She buried her hands in the pockets of her coat. "Oh... I thought it was... fisherwomen and girls like that..." she said a little embarrassed. She hated the fact that she had few opportunities to practice English. There was no need to speak it with her brother and she had no friends in town, and so the only moments she used it was when she reproached the maid. Admittedly she found plenty of opportunities for that.

She didn't know whether to be flattered or offended when he said she had an interesting face, and she looked mostly skeptical. But when he turned back to his work and paid less attention to her, she lifted her chin a little. "What's so interesting about my face?" she demanded.
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Junior Member

12 Posts
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Pronouns: Him/He
Age: 34
Occupation: Artist
Plotter: https://bywitandwhitby.rpginitiative.com...hp?tid=369
Height: 6'5"
Registered: Sep 2020

#15
He paused and turned to look at her.  His gaze focused on her expression and the struture of her face bones.  He was better with his brush, pen, or charcoal than explaining what he saw.  He shrugged and gave his best. 

"Yu hold yur expression as if yu look at the world apart, 'holding yourself separate from the world around yu.  Nae, more like a shield yu have but invisible.  It makes the structure of yur face not bonny in the traditional typical way, but bonny in a way of its own.  Not cold exactly but nae engaged or nae wanting tae be engaged."

"Yu have an expression in yur eyes.  It shows there is more happening than the physical expression is allowing people to see.  But when I look at yur eyes, there is a lot going on.  Yu nae miss things, I am thinking.  Nae happy things, I am thinking. Or maybe disappointed?  That is the mystery that draws tae me, I am thinking.  What is it that yu see that causes yu tae gaze oot at the world like that?"

"Its that look that should be captured in a drawing or a painting."  He frowned, his intense eyes looking away of her face finally and turning back to his canvas.
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Age: 23
Occupation: Aspiring university student
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#16
She breathed in slowly as he spoke, her lips tightening. She pushed her chin out just a little more to seem unaffected, and yet she felt a light prickling sensation in her eyes, which she hoped didn't show. Her heart was beating in her throat.

Nesah was grateful when he turned his gaze away from her, back to the canvas, allowing her to compose herself. She scoffed. "That's so vague, you could say that about anyone," she sneered at him and reassured herself. "I suppose if painting doesn't work out, you can always become..." she searched for the word, awkwardly aware of how her jibe lost its momentum, "fortune teller."
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Junior Member

12 Posts
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Pronouns: Him/He
Age: 34
Occupation: Artist
Plotter: https://bywitandwhitby.rpginitiative.com...hp?tid=369
Height: 6'5"
Registered: Sep 2020

#17
At her words, he chuckled.  She really didn't know who he was, and he liked that for the moment.  It let him just talk to her as anyone might just talk.  About whatever. 

"Maybe I will.  The question is, woold the person I give a reading for, want that tae be the future or nae?  That is the question I woold have.  What aboot yu?"  He changed the tones of paint on his brush and went to another section of the image before him.

"If yu feel that woold be a future reading, is it what yu want for yurself, or woold it cause yu tae attempt tae change things tae make it nae the future?  Can one's future, if predicted by someone, be changed?  Or is it destined tae be sae."  It was completely a curious question. 

He had made the effort to change his own life after the job at the front line, but a part of that part of his life was still inside him.  The nightmares still came.  There were some dark paintings and drawings that he had not shared with anyone.  Though he focused on calm peaceful images now, there were times when the other kind of images demanded to be given birth from his hands and eyes.

He was curious about what another person might have an opinion on that topic.  Could one really mold their own lives or were they fated to whatever was there before them?
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