01-02-2013, 05:22 AM
Full Name: Ephraim Rosetta
Nicknames: Raim
Birthdate: May 15, 1852
Current Age: 30
Occupation: Restaurant Owner/Chef
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Wand: 9 ¥ inches, Dragon Heart String, Maple (malleable)
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle Class
Family: Father: Richard Rosetta û 51, Code Breaker for the Ministry of Magic, Middle Class whom aspires to become an Upper Classman, but is too dim-witted to figure out how to go about it. Richard as a code breaker is enthusiastic about his profession, especially because of the surname Rosetta. Growing up Richard's mother would tell tales of the family's ancestors and how they broke to code of magic, making Wizards themselves. They were the king of all Wizards but people had become jealous of their powers and intelligence so they were over thrown and forgotten. Richard dreamed of a day when he would usurp his power over the Ministry and finally get the respect they deserve. For now he used what knowledge he could gather growing up and was a passable Breaker.
Mother: Marion Rosetta û Deceased for 30 years. Marion had been soft spoken and had only amused her husband with his aspirations. She thought she had been lucky, being of only average features, to find a husband at all, let alone a Ministry worker. She had been deeply saddened at the first still birth, a Son she had named Charles only to be buried in the cold earth. She had been overjoyed when she had become pregnant again. She did everything she could to be healthy and well rested. She died from blood loss giving birth to Ephraim. Richard had been saddened her passing, but his true love was still code breaking. Ephraim has 1 picture of his mother and as a child dreamed of her cooking wonderful meals for him, since his father couldn't cook.
Appearance: Ephraim stands at 5' 9 inches tall. His dark, cork screw hair is normally tied with a leather thong at the back of his neck. Ephraim already has many creases in his face, although he mumbles something about stress when it's mentioned in comparison to his age. Ephraim dresses in simple blouses and trousers in dark earth tones. He is usually found with a few blotches of flour on his cheeks and a thick black and white striped apron around his front.
History: Ephraim grew up with only a father. He thought of it only like that. Only a father, and a nurse maid that is. She wasn't cheap either. Ephraim even as a grown man only knew her as Nanny. She was a stern woman who spent her money just as fast as she got it. The only reason she stayed was because they let her eat their food and live in their home to care for a child more independent then she. The only reason the boy interacted with Nanny at all was because of her cooking skills. She could cook a stew that kept them full all night and tasted good. He watched her sprinkle herbs, chop meat and peel vegetables with rapt attention. Nothing awed him more then cooking.
When Ephraim's letter for Hogwarts came Nanny realized she was out of a job. There would be no need for a caretaker when then one cared for was away for school. In the night before his first day she stole some of their coins and disappeared. Ephraim took the news in stride, although he was disappointed at her loss. He had learned all of her cooking skills years ago and mostly enjoyed her company now. She had been a confidant in his interests in cooking and had let his try some culinary ideas out on her. Ephraim hoped that there would be a chance to practice cooking while in school but he honestly doubted it. Numbers and runes were his future after all.
Ephraim was sorted into Hufflepuff, something his father replied was "disappointing but we can work around it." He found himself with people who had similar ideas and interests as he, something he had not expected. One boy in particular (_________), loved cooking just as much as Ephraim did. (_______) did not like Ephraim's full name however, stating that it was and odd sound, especially the vowel beginning. He dubbed Ephraim: Raim. "Simpler as well." Raim was skeptical at first, but found that the name grew on him. In his Second year as he returned to the dormitory from the library he saw an upper classman standing in front of a large portrait of a bowl of fruit. This boy reached upwards and tickled the pear. Raim was amazed to see the pear lift off the canvas and turn. He was even more shocked to see the portrait swing open to a long passage way. Raim snuck down after the upperclassman and found the Hogwarts kitchens. It was beautiful; the stone walls and the polished metal pots and pans. Raim was in awe of its size and scope. The house elves immediately rushed over to his feet with a tray of tea and another with biscuits. They all introduced themselves and asked "What is your will?" Thinking of each supper he had eaten at Hogwarts he immediately stated "Teach me how cook." At first they were worried, what Wizard wanted to be taught by the lowly house elves? But when he allowed them to test his creations were they truly at ease. Of course they all told him that each dish was wonderful, as was the way of a house elf, but they replied with statements such as "What do you think it would taste like if you added this?" or "I know just the side dish for this!" Raim started to fall back on his studies because of all the time he spent in the kitchens. Eventually he was punished, detentions practically everyday and a mass of letters sent to his father. Richard would send howlers every morning, screaming at Raim telling him that the only important thing was his studies until he could join the Ministry. Every time the house elves would shed tears for his pain and abuse because they knew their teaching him this art was the cause of his current situation. Ephraim would allow them to comfort him, although he did it for their comfort rather then his, only when he was in front of the oven and stove top was he truly at peace. His friend (________) also got to try Raim's cooking and insisted that he become a chef. Raim would blush modestly and mutter something about his father. (________) would just laugh at his friend and pat him heartily on the back.
After his 5th year, Ephraim was old enough to start work at the Ministry, not that he could stay with his abysmal grades and attendance. Raim had been saddened to leave, as the House elves had been waiting for his last year at Hogwarts to teach him the delicate pastry work. Richard had done some exuberant favors for some of his higher ups to allow Ephraim into the internship. He found the work set before him simple enough; simple codes that his father used everyday and had drilled into his sons head. Raim found the work tedious but exhausting and slowly he lost the energy to cook. Raim became his job, the routine eating his days. Even spending time with (________) became too hard, and they began to drift apart. Days turned to months, months turned to years and Ephraim had no social life, lived with his father and had no more of an interesting thought then to wear a midnight blue robe instead of a black one.
In 1877 wizards were discovered. Many of Raim's coworkers began disappearing for days, then returning looking distraught and frustrated. æThey chased us out of town! Those damned muggles!" Richard began to get a smug smirk when he heard such stories, Ephraim supposed it was because they hadn't been chased away, because no muggle knew the Rosetta's personally. Richard stayed away from them as much as he could, purest as he was. Raim had been sheltered enough growing up and with a muggle¼-phobic father it was worse. When he saw his fellow wizards being abused and shunned by his fellow man it scared him, quickened his heart and kick started his brain. This kind of action was not something he could live with. When Raim returned home he stared at his kitchen, its dusty surfaces and dull cookware, he felt such disappointment in himself that it made him sick. When had he given up this love? When had be abandoned everything he'd worked for his whole life? The more Raim looked around his kitchen the more he realized that some of his cooking tools were missing. He rummaged around the cupboards searching in confusion and growing concern. Where had his expensive equipment gone? The things he had been accumulating over the years or suggestions from the house elves at school. Many of his simple pots and pans were still there but the meat grinder, waffle press, and 3 brass kettles in varying sizes. The more Raim thought about it the more he realized he had little to no pocket money, only what his father left behind from his pay checks? If they lived together, both making Ministry pay grade wagesà then why was it they didn't have a maid, or a house elf for that matter? Why was their clothing becoming frayed and faded? Ephraim went in immediate search of his father to ask the questions his head had for too long ignored. Raim found Richard hunched over his desk in the study, his desk the only non-dusty item in the room. Raim watched for a moment as his father scribbled furiously across parchment, his quill a blur and it shook and circled. "Father," Raim called out, wanting his father's attention immediately.
Richard's eyes flicked upwards at his son and saw clarity that hadn't been there hours previously. The old man cursed himself and his bad luck, knowing the boy had been in the kitchen going through his cookware. Damn son of his. "Yes, Ephraim?" his tone was irritated, trying to convey discouragement for the upcoming conversation. Just one more gameà that's all it would take to fix this problem. Raim squared his shoulders and stood before his father. "Father, what have you done with my cookware?" he stared into his father's eyes, using his height and generally imposing stare in attempts to intimidate Richard, who flinched back at his son's words. "Billsà Bills needed to be paidà "
"Shouldn't my paychecks have been more then enough to pay said bills, Father?" Raim's voice became clipped and annoyed. There needed to be an answer immediately. Richard's eyes widened slightly, before he lowered their gaze to his hands, clenched together on the desk. "Raim, I- gamble."
Ephraim stared at his father with a slacked jaw. He gambled?! His own father gambled, obviously heavy enough to be affecting their lifestyle, and his cookery. To be in so deep that he was lying and stealing from his childà Raim's stomach revolted at the thought. His dark brown eyes shining with determination, Ephraim leaned over his father's desk to place his face directly in front of his father's. "You are not to touch my possessions ever again. My pay checks are going into my private account to be used as I see fit. I am going to continue to live here until I find another that is suitable. You, Father, are going to stop acting like muggle and start acting like a wizard. Gambling is pathetic Father and you've always wanted to be upper class. Well, start acting like it. Do not talk to me, do not look at me. You will be professional at work if we must interact but I expect you to stay away me when you can."
Richard's mouth slowly dropped through his son's tirade. His own son was talking like this, to him. But his son's anger and disgust was almost tangible, and thus he cowered back, nodding slowly and is panic. Richard had screwed up, lying from his son wasn't right, he should have just asked, that's why Ephraim was so mad, Richard simply didn't have permission. He had learned his lesson, just ask him next time. Ephraim straightened suddenly and stalked from the room.
For the next 4 years Raim fractioned his pay between food and the newest cook books from Flourish and Blotts. He hadn't been cooking and working with the latest cuisine. He may not be good enough, to start what he wanted to, but he just may get by. Richard only tried to talk to Raim once, a week after their first altercation. Raim hexed his father to near blindness and threatened to never undo it if he ever talked to him again. Richard had run from the room and heeded his son's words. They haven't talked in over 5 years.
Ephraim replaced his work tools but found that his life was devoid of life. Searching took time, but eventually Raim was able to locate (_______) and apologize for this separation. Luckily his friend took him back immediately and offered to integrate him with some new acquaintances and his wife (Mrs. _______). Raim was amazed to see his friend found his other half. They had joked about never finding a wife, but it seems only Ephraim fell prey to the curse of bachelor hood. But he had his own love, cooking made Raim so happy and settled his still frustrated nerves over his father's stupidity. Raim worked hard at work, forcing himself through the tedious work and saving all he could in hopes of a future. Finally, Christmas 1882 was the final check Ephraim to finally purchase a building in Salem Square that was large enough for what he wanted. With some hard work and hours of magic Ephraim opened "The Rosetta Stone" his restaurant on the first of January, 1883.
Personality: Ephraim is quiet and slightly reserved, unless he's with (_______) and (Mrs ______) then he would joke and laugh fully. His black years are something his doesn't talk about, because honestly it's a blur of unnoticed memories. Raim's smile reaches his eyes and makes them glitter with excitement. He usually has a neutral disposition and wasn't a man of conflict. To be truly happy Raim just wants to be in his kitchen making delicious food. He also knows that he needs more people in his life and customers to come and eat the food he makes.
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Sample Roleplay Post: Raim waved his wand once last time, settling the sign above the doorway and finally completing renovations on the restaurant. It had a soft glowing charm on it, causing the words to be visible in the dark but not garishly bright. Torches framed the door and illumined the exotic flowers that grew in front of its walls. Raim grinned brightly at his building, his home and felt his heart grow warm with love. This was what life was all about. Ephraim had rediscovered his passion and couldn't be more pleased with his life. The Rosetta Stone. The words a pun on his past, he hated translating for the Ministry, honestly hated it. It seemed, however, that he had a talent for understanding the culinary artsà he hoped. Tomorrow was the grand opening. Raim couldn't believe the day had finally come. It felt like a lifetime, and he supposed, it was in fact his lifetime. Everything he had gone through had led him to this point, this place in time and history. He didn't want to let himself, nor the people that had helped him along the way, down. He stretched his limbs and decided it was time to sleep. He would soon be living his perfect day.
Ephraim pushed open the door, headed inside and up a staircase to the back right of the room. The tables that he wove his way through were round with a simple white cloth smoothed across its surface. A thin vase sat in the middle of each table, waiting for a flower to grace its depts. Above each table were 3 or 4 floating candles, reminiscent of the Hogwarts dining hall, each with a dim light unless they were tapped and willed to be brighter. He had spent many a coin on these candles, for they didn't burn down. The idea was to save on the cost of replacing candles everyday and the dripping wax over his food made Raim shiver. Unscented was the way to go, lest one over powered the taste buds and ruined the meal. The walls were adorned with petrified herbs and flowers, all devoid of scent. To the left was a bar with glasses for cocktails and wines. Two swinging doors settled in the middle of back dining wall, concealing a kitchen with the latest of tools. Raim yawned before he reached the first step and decided to forgo a cuppa.
OOC:
Name: Nori
Age: 24 in January
Contact: PM
Other Characters: lets see how I do with ONE, shall we?
How did you hear about us? Lynn keeps dragging me back. ;D
Nicknames: Raim
Birthdate: May 15, 1852
Current Age: 30
Occupation: Restaurant Owner/Chef
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Wand: 9 ¥ inches, Dragon Heart String, Maple (malleable)
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle Class
Family: Father: Richard Rosetta û 51, Code Breaker for the Ministry of Magic, Middle Class whom aspires to become an Upper Classman, but is too dim-witted to figure out how to go about it. Richard as a code breaker is enthusiastic about his profession, especially because of the surname Rosetta. Growing up Richard's mother would tell tales of the family's ancestors and how they broke to code of magic, making Wizards themselves. They were the king of all Wizards but people had become jealous of their powers and intelligence so they were over thrown and forgotten. Richard dreamed of a day when he would usurp his power over the Ministry and finally get the respect they deserve. For now he used what knowledge he could gather growing up and was a passable Breaker.
Mother: Marion Rosetta û Deceased for 30 years. Marion had been soft spoken and had only amused her husband with his aspirations. She thought she had been lucky, being of only average features, to find a husband at all, let alone a Ministry worker. She had been deeply saddened at the first still birth, a Son she had named Charles only to be buried in the cold earth. She had been overjoyed when she had become pregnant again. She did everything she could to be healthy and well rested. She died from blood loss giving birth to Ephraim. Richard had been saddened her passing, but his true love was still code breaking. Ephraim has 1 picture of his mother and as a child dreamed of her cooking wonderful meals for him, since his father couldn't cook.
Appearance: Ephraim stands at 5' 9 inches tall. His dark, cork screw hair is normally tied with a leather thong at the back of his neck. Ephraim already has many creases in his face, although he mumbles something about stress when it's mentioned in comparison to his age. Ephraim dresses in simple blouses and trousers in dark earth tones. He is usually found with a few blotches of flour on his cheeks and a thick black and white striped apron around his front.
History: Ephraim grew up with only a father. He thought of it only like that. Only a father, and a nurse maid that is. She wasn't cheap either. Ephraim even as a grown man only knew her as Nanny. She was a stern woman who spent her money just as fast as she got it. The only reason she stayed was because they let her eat their food and live in their home to care for a child more independent then she. The only reason the boy interacted with Nanny at all was because of her cooking skills. She could cook a stew that kept them full all night and tasted good. He watched her sprinkle herbs, chop meat and peel vegetables with rapt attention. Nothing awed him more then cooking.
When Ephraim's letter for Hogwarts came Nanny realized she was out of a job. There would be no need for a caretaker when then one cared for was away for school. In the night before his first day she stole some of their coins and disappeared. Ephraim took the news in stride, although he was disappointed at her loss. He had learned all of her cooking skills years ago and mostly enjoyed her company now. She had been a confidant in his interests in cooking and had let his try some culinary ideas out on her. Ephraim hoped that there would be a chance to practice cooking while in school but he honestly doubted it. Numbers and runes were his future after all.
Ephraim was sorted into Hufflepuff, something his father replied was "disappointing but we can work around it." He found himself with people who had similar ideas and interests as he, something he had not expected. One boy in particular (_________), loved cooking just as much as Ephraim did. (_______) did not like Ephraim's full name however, stating that it was and odd sound, especially the vowel beginning. He dubbed Ephraim: Raim. "Simpler as well." Raim was skeptical at first, but found that the name grew on him. In his Second year as he returned to the dormitory from the library he saw an upper classman standing in front of a large portrait of a bowl of fruit. This boy reached upwards and tickled the pear. Raim was amazed to see the pear lift off the canvas and turn. He was even more shocked to see the portrait swing open to a long passage way. Raim snuck down after the upperclassman and found the Hogwarts kitchens. It was beautiful; the stone walls and the polished metal pots and pans. Raim was in awe of its size and scope. The house elves immediately rushed over to his feet with a tray of tea and another with biscuits. They all introduced themselves and asked "What is your will?" Thinking of each supper he had eaten at Hogwarts he immediately stated "Teach me how cook." At first they were worried, what Wizard wanted to be taught by the lowly house elves? But when he allowed them to test his creations were they truly at ease. Of course they all told him that each dish was wonderful, as was the way of a house elf, but they replied with statements such as "What do you think it would taste like if you added this?" or "I know just the side dish for this!" Raim started to fall back on his studies because of all the time he spent in the kitchens. Eventually he was punished, detentions practically everyday and a mass of letters sent to his father. Richard would send howlers every morning, screaming at Raim telling him that the only important thing was his studies until he could join the Ministry. Every time the house elves would shed tears for his pain and abuse because they knew their teaching him this art was the cause of his current situation. Ephraim would allow them to comfort him, although he did it for their comfort rather then his, only when he was in front of the oven and stove top was he truly at peace. His friend (________) also got to try Raim's cooking and insisted that he become a chef. Raim would blush modestly and mutter something about his father. (________) would just laugh at his friend and pat him heartily on the back.
After his 5th year, Ephraim was old enough to start work at the Ministry, not that he could stay with his abysmal grades and attendance. Raim had been saddened to leave, as the House elves had been waiting for his last year at Hogwarts to teach him the delicate pastry work. Richard had done some exuberant favors for some of his higher ups to allow Ephraim into the internship. He found the work set before him simple enough; simple codes that his father used everyday and had drilled into his sons head. Raim found the work tedious but exhausting and slowly he lost the energy to cook. Raim became his job, the routine eating his days. Even spending time with (________) became too hard, and they began to drift apart. Days turned to months, months turned to years and Ephraim had no social life, lived with his father and had no more of an interesting thought then to wear a midnight blue robe instead of a black one.
In 1877 wizards were discovered. Many of Raim's coworkers began disappearing for days, then returning looking distraught and frustrated. æThey chased us out of town! Those damned muggles!" Richard began to get a smug smirk when he heard such stories, Ephraim supposed it was because they hadn't been chased away, because no muggle knew the Rosetta's personally. Richard stayed away from them as much as he could, purest as he was. Raim had been sheltered enough growing up and with a muggle¼-phobic father it was worse. When he saw his fellow wizards being abused and shunned by his fellow man it scared him, quickened his heart and kick started his brain. This kind of action was not something he could live with. When Raim returned home he stared at his kitchen, its dusty surfaces and dull cookware, he felt such disappointment in himself that it made him sick. When had he given up this love? When had be abandoned everything he'd worked for his whole life? The more Raim looked around his kitchen the more he realized that some of his cooking tools were missing. He rummaged around the cupboards searching in confusion and growing concern. Where had his expensive equipment gone? The things he had been accumulating over the years or suggestions from the house elves at school. Many of his simple pots and pans were still there but the meat grinder, waffle press, and 3 brass kettles in varying sizes. The more Raim thought about it the more he realized he had little to no pocket money, only what his father left behind from his pay checks? If they lived together, both making Ministry pay grade wagesà then why was it they didn't have a maid, or a house elf for that matter? Why was their clothing becoming frayed and faded? Ephraim went in immediate search of his father to ask the questions his head had for too long ignored. Raim found Richard hunched over his desk in the study, his desk the only non-dusty item in the room. Raim watched for a moment as his father scribbled furiously across parchment, his quill a blur and it shook and circled. "Father," Raim called out, wanting his father's attention immediately.
Richard's eyes flicked upwards at his son and saw clarity that hadn't been there hours previously. The old man cursed himself and his bad luck, knowing the boy had been in the kitchen going through his cookware. Damn son of his. "Yes, Ephraim?" his tone was irritated, trying to convey discouragement for the upcoming conversation. Just one more gameà that's all it would take to fix this problem. Raim squared his shoulders and stood before his father. "Father, what have you done with my cookware?" he stared into his father's eyes, using his height and generally imposing stare in attempts to intimidate Richard, who flinched back at his son's words. "Billsà Bills needed to be paidà "
"Shouldn't my paychecks have been more then enough to pay said bills, Father?" Raim's voice became clipped and annoyed. There needed to be an answer immediately. Richard's eyes widened slightly, before he lowered their gaze to his hands, clenched together on the desk. "Raim, I- gamble."
Ephraim stared at his father with a slacked jaw. He gambled?! His own father gambled, obviously heavy enough to be affecting their lifestyle, and his cookery. To be in so deep that he was lying and stealing from his childà Raim's stomach revolted at the thought. His dark brown eyes shining with determination, Ephraim leaned over his father's desk to place his face directly in front of his father's. "You are not to touch my possessions ever again. My pay checks are going into my private account to be used as I see fit. I am going to continue to live here until I find another that is suitable. You, Father, are going to stop acting like muggle and start acting like a wizard. Gambling is pathetic Father and you've always wanted to be upper class. Well, start acting like it. Do not talk to me, do not look at me. You will be professional at work if we must interact but I expect you to stay away me when you can."
Richard's mouth slowly dropped through his son's tirade. His own son was talking like this, to him. But his son's anger and disgust was almost tangible, and thus he cowered back, nodding slowly and is panic. Richard had screwed up, lying from his son wasn't right, he should have just asked, that's why Ephraim was so mad, Richard simply didn't have permission. He had learned his lesson, just ask him next time. Ephraim straightened suddenly and stalked from the room.
For the next 4 years Raim fractioned his pay between food and the newest cook books from Flourish and Blotts. He hadn't been cooking and working with the latest cuisine. He may not be good enough, to start what he wanted to, but he just may get by. Richard only tried to talk to Raim once, a week after their first altercation. Raim hexed his father to near blindness and threatened to never undo it if he ever talked to him again. Richard had run from the room and heeded his son's words. They haven't talked in over 5 years.
Ephraim replaced his work tools but found that his life was devoid of life. Searching took time, but eventually Raim was able to locate (_______) and apologize for this separation. Luckily his friend took him back immediately and offered to integrate him with some new acquaintances and his wife (Mrs. _______). Raim was amazed to see his friend found his other half. They had joked about never finding a wife, but it seems only Ephraim fell prey to the curse of bachelor hood. But he had his own love, cooking made Raim so happy and settled his still frustrated nerves over his father's stupidity. Raim worked hard at work, forcing himself through the tedious work and saving all he could in hopes of a future. Finally, Christmas 1882 was the final check Ephraim to finally purchase a building in Salem Square that was large enough for what he wanted. With some hard work and hours of magic Ephraim opened "The Rosetta Stone" his restaurant on the first of January, 1883.
Personality: Ephraim is quiet and slightly reserved, unless he's with (_______) and (Mrs ______) then he would joke and laugh fully. His black years are something his doesn't talk about, because honestly it's a blur of unnoticed memories. Raim's smile reaches his eyes and makes them glitter with excitement. He usually has a neutral disposition and wasn't a man of conflict. To be truly happy Raim just wants to be in his kitchen making delicious food. He also knows that he needs more people in his life and customers to come and eat the food he makes.
Sample Roleplay Post: Raim waved his wand once last time, settling the sign above the doorway and finally completing renovations on the restaurant. It had a soft glowing charm on it, causing the words to be visible in the dark but not garishly bright. Torches framed the door and illumined the exotic flowers that grew in front of its walls. Raim grinned brightly at his building, his home and felt his heart grow warm with love. This was what life was all about. Ephraim had rediscovered his passion and couldn't be more pleased with his life. The Rosetta Stone. The words a pun on his past, he hated translating for the Ministry, honestly hated it. It seemed, however, that he had a talent for understanding the culinary artsà he hoped. Tomorrow was the grand opening. Raim couldn't believe the day had finally come. It felt like a lifetime, and he supposed, it was in fact his lifetime. Everything he had gone through had led him to this point, this place in time and history. He didn't want to let himself, nor the people that had helped him along the way, down. He stretched his limbs and decided it was time to sleep. He would soon be living his perfect day.
Ephraim pushed open the door, headed inside and up a staircase to the back right of the room. The tables that he wove his way through were round with a simple white cloth smoothed across its surface. A thin vase sat in the middle of each table, waiting for a flower to grace its depts. Above each table were 3 or 4 floating candles, reminiscent of the Hogwarts dining hall, each with a dim light unless they were tapped and willed to be brighter. He had spent many a coin on these candles, for they didn't burn down. The idea was to save on the cost of replacing candles everyday and the dripping wax over his food made Raim shiver. Unscented was the way to go, lest one over powered the taste buds and ruined the meal. The walls were adorned with petrified herbs and flowers, all devoid of scent. To the left was a bar with glasses for cocktails and wines. Two swinging doors settled in the middle of back dining wall, concealing a kitchen with the latest of tools. Raim yawned before he reached the first step and decided to forgo a cuppa.
OOC:
Name: Nori
Age: 24 in January
Contact: PM
Other Characters: lets see how I do with ONE, shall we?
How did you hear about us? Lynn keeps dragging me back. ;D
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