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Marcurio's eyebrows furrowed slightly but he remained reserved, standing in silence, letting them talk. " Oh that Windhelm!" She said to Anna. She turned her head to face Marcurio for a moment "You remember Windhelm, don't you darling?" Marcurio stood there blankly. "Marcurio?" She repeated a second time. He jumped slightly and smiled " Oh, yes. Windhelm. I believe its one of the only cities that remain from the first empire, its said to by built by Ysgramor himself, worthy of great study. But eh....all of its beauty and fascination is ruined by its unhospitable and frankly barbaric people. A great shame." He claimed.
"Hehe! You really know a lot about history don't you, dear?" She remarked.
She turned back to face her sister. "Mother? Oh I haven't heard her from quite a while but I heard she's been dealing with some necromancy over at the chapel. Father.....oh yes! Yesterday I bought Daddies own-brand breton cheese! As for me, well.... You realize I can't say a lot in the middle of a tavern but everythings going well, Marcurio bought me some of my favourite wine. You can have some if you wish." She said smiling.
"Did you find anything interesting in Windhelm, sister? Or just the racism of which you spoke." She asked.
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For a brief moment Mirabelle was confused, she turned her head around the room until she saw her sister. Her mouth dropped and her eyes opened unusually wide. Filled with excitement, she leaped out her chair and charged over to her.
She stood there for a moment, completely speechless breathing awfully heavily. Overreacting, she jumped up several times making small claps in front of her face. "Anna! How....how...where...wh" She gasped before catching her breath again. "How, how are you, sister!? Fancy seeing you here!" She laughed.
"Marcurio, darling! Look who it is!" She shouted.
Marcurio sat there for a moment, pretending not to hear her. The imperial made a short series of moans.
"Marcurio! It's my sister! Aren't you going to say hello!?"
He made a short groan before putting on a massively cheesy smile. "Hello. It is a pleasure to see you again." He said, as if he had rehearsed it. He smiled and nodded at the woman.
"Oh yeah! So!....What brings you to this slightly warmer part of Skyrim!?" She asked. "Hows this book of yours going? Well I hope?" She said, looking into her eyes with a genial smile. Her husband stood there slightly awkwardly, examining Anna's large lips, he made a small cough and looked around the room.
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Mirabelle awoke that morning, a lot earlier than she had hoped. Mainly because of an inconvenient window that seemed to be in a place just to wake you up in the morning. The intense light caused her eyes to go into a fit of blinking. The light did not disturb her slumberous husband and he still lay in the bed in a very strange position.
She made a faint giggle and tried not to wake him. At her own glacial pace she got dressed, taking repetitive deep breaths as she did. She gave Marcurio a faint kiss on his head and slowly shut the door behind her, trying not to wake her husband. She brushed off her dress and looked herself over before she walked down the staircase to the bar.
Not many people were awake at the time but a few people sat at the tables chatting amongst themselves. She seated herself at a free stool and made an awkward cough. "Inkeeper?" She called.
"Yes?" The inkeeper replied shortly.
"Do...you serve any food?" She asked, smiling.
"Well. Uh. We got....bread. Got some freshly cooked horker meat! And.." He replied, unsure.
"Oooh!!! That! That will do! I'll have some horker meat! Oooh! Thats just what I need! Two portions please." She said, taking some gold out of her coin purse
"Comin right up." He said.
Almost immediately after the meal was served Marcurio, half dressed, came stumbling down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Mmmm. Good morning my love, what will we be having this morning?" He asked.
Mirabelle laughed. "Hehe! I ordered some Horker meat! You like that don't you, darling?"
"Mmmm, just what I wanted, my love!" He said, reaching over to give Mirabelle a kiss on the cheek.
She blushed and smiled " Take a seat, darling." She said, patting a stool next to her. The couple quickly ate the meat and then held hands. " Oh and by the way, that Grivnar says he wants more pay for his last delivery because of the...extra weight. Only an extra ten septims, i'm sure you can pay for it."
"Yes...my love. I can, don't you worry about that. So...ahem. Are we....going?"
"Gosh Marcurio! Give me a few moments to digest my food!" She giggled.
Marcurio made a slight sigh and started to tap the table.
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"Oh! Comon darling I'm so damn tired! Can't we just stay here for one night!? Please?" Marucrio begged, he had visibly droopy eyelids and his eyes were bloodshot. "Well...I guess we could." She replied.
" Well, I think we should." He replied promptly.
" Fine then, but just for tonight, dear."
" Thank you..." He replied, very much relieved.
Together they entered what appeared to be previously described as "The best Inn in Solitude." Which confused her as...it was the only Inn in Solitude. The place was warm and welcoming, if a bit empty. Only three people were present, a plump looking Innkeeper, clad in unkempt clothing. A scantily dressed Bard who was clearly attention seeking and a muscular looking Nord wearing heavy looking steel armour.
After they had a quick look around they approached the Innkeeper. "We'd like a room, preferably a bed big enough for a woman and a wolf." She said playfully.
"Ahah! Of course! We got plenty o' good rooms! It'll be fifteen gold please."
This man was shouty too, and had an equally annoying voice which Mirabelle tried her very best to ignore. She took out her coinpurse, which was a lot fuller before her rather lavish shopping spree.
"Allow me to show you to your room! Please, follow me!"
The couple followed the noisy Innkeeper, who led them to their room. As the man opened the door a small golden glow emerged from the room, a fireplace stood at the end of the room. "How romantic!" She blurted.
The Innkeeper looked strangely at her. "Eh....I suppose so..yeah." He said, his voice seemed to have just dropped. "Well, if theres anything else you need just gimme a holler."
"Thankyou." The couple said simultaneously.
The room was pretty and cosy and slightly lightened by the warm fire, which left only the corners of the room in shadow.
Mirabelle noticed Marcurio had something behind his back, she peered over to take a look but Marcurio took a step back. He took out his left hand which held a bottle of spiced wine. "Oh thankyou! Thats just what I need!"
"Hehe, yes. It is well deserved." He said, pulling out the cork, Mirabelle could immediately smell the luscious aroma radiating from around the bottle.
" Lets drink." Marcurio said briefly, pouring the wine into a battered tankard.
Mirabelle gulped down the wine and gasped. The couple dressed into their bed gowns and slumped on the warm bed, Mirabelle gave her husband a kiss goodnight and they fell almost instantly into deep sleep.
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Mirabelle pushed open the door of Kilkreath Temple, ever so slightly, a tiny fissure in the door let in a beam of light which hit her directly in the eye. She pushed open the ancient door of temple to see a bright but snowy day. A few splashes of cold, fluffy snow hit her across her rosy cheeks as she closed the door behind her. She put on her white sabre-cat fur travel coat and cautiously made her way towards solitude, trying not to slip up on the perilous snow. She made her way past the Thalmor Embassy;she looked onto the stark building feeling nothing but anger. She sniggered and proceeded walking to the equally dull city of Solitude. She was going there to collect supplies as she was running very low and was sick of dining on stale bread and
watered down mead. She also was hoping to get her hands on a bottle of spiced wine there, after that she planned on visiting the East Empire Company to collect her vintage Breton cheese she'd told her husband about. She couldn’t help but remember that her father also exported cheese and wondered if the cheese she had ordered was her father’s own-brand cheese.As she approached Solitude the snow shimmering snow she’d recently been put through had disappeared, leaving only vibrant green grass and an aged, cobblestone path leading toward the entrance. It was the warmest part of Skyrim
she’d experienced in months, so warm that she took off her coat, which was almost saturated
by the water from the melted snow. She took a moment to bask in the beaming sun.She walked up to the carriage peddler, a poor Nord who Mirabelle personally hired to make deliveries to Kilkreath temple. His eyes were restless but taut and he was clearly tired but Mirabelle paid the man very well and he so he respected her, Mirabelle had always thought the only reason they got along was
because of the large amount she paid him. “What ya wan’t this time? Not more of
that smelly cheese I hope” He said satirically, leaning on his wooden carriage.“Yes.” She said, putting on a cheesy smile. “And it’s not just “smelly cheese” it is just...delicious. You should try some. It’s the best cheese out there, I swear.” She said, jovially. The peddler stayed silent for a moment, it could clearly be seen that he was reluctant, “I don’t think I sh-“ He said, before being interrupted. “Fine then, it’s your loss. I’ll see you in a bit, be ready to hoard quite a lot of supplies.” She said, with a small giggle.
She walked up to the main entrance where her husband stood, arms folded. He appeared to have a large, leather backpack on his back, it looked heavy. “Comon darling this damn bag is killing me.”
“Sorry dear, slipped up a few times on the way.” She said, taking a deep breath, the high path leading to the gate was rather steep. The imperial laughed slightly. “ Heh, thats OK darling, it’s very slippery. Now, let’s see...where is the list...”He said, rummaging his pockets looking for the shopping list, he pulled out a rough piece of paper from his pocket. “Ah, so...mead..wine...bread...beef...venison..honey..potatoes” He mumbled quietly. “ How in oblivion am I supposed to carry all of this?!”
Mirabelle looked over at his backpack and smiled. Mirabelle only held a small basket for her cheese. “ Well, were not gonna fit it all in one go, we’ll have to go back to the carriage a couple of times.“Heh, being a pack-mule is great.” He said, facetiously.“ Oh, it won’t be that bad, besides...I made sure they got your favourite wine.” She said.
“ Oh, thankyou. You know me very well.”
“ Yeah I do, you lazy drunkard.” She said, playfully.
“Hehe. Anyway, let’s get on with the shopping before it gets dark.” He replied.The couple entered the town, hand in hand and started scanning for good quality products at some of the stalls.
She walked leisurely around the town, browsing as if she had all the
time in the world. Her metallic boots made loud clicking noises as she walked
on the stone floor. She reached the meat stall, where an able fisherman and hunter
stood. The man put on a sappy smile as Mirabelle approached, she stood and
observed the display for a while. The man leant over his stall, making a large
creek as he did so. " Could I interest you in any of my goods!? Freshly
caught this morning! Fresh from the docks! Best meat in Skyrim! Great quality! Well preser-"
The over-enthusiastic man clearly wasn't going to stop talking and was
evidently desperate for money. "Yes!" She shouted, slightly annoyed.
"Yes, yes I would...""Okay then....what would you like?!" He said, still shouting.
"I'm sorry, I have a headache...could you keep your voice down abit please." She said, trying not to offend the man. She of course had no headache but this man had an extremely irritating voice.
"Sorry." He said, gingerly.
" Yes, it's alright, your great at your job, know how to getpeoples...attention. Anyway...could I have...salmon, beef and some..."
She couldn't remember everything from the list.
"Marcurio!" She
shouted.
"Yes, darling?"
"List please." She said, shortly.
She took a quick look at the list before looking back up at thesalesman. "Venison, how could I have forgotten!?" She laughed to
herself. The man gave her the meat and Marcurio stored it away in his backpack." We still need...wine...mead......bread....tomatoes....carrots..apples
and uhm....sweetrolls." She said, lying about the sweetrolls.
"Right then so- wait....sweetrolls I don't remember any
sweetrolls." He said, trying to grab at the shopping list. Mirabelle closed
the list tightly in her hands and held it to her chest. Marcurio laughed "
I suppose we have to treat ourselves occasionally.""That we do." She said, smiling at him.
"Anyway...moving on."
The couple managed to purchase virtually everything on the list,including her sweetrolls and her aged breton cheese. Marcurio's backpack was
practically bursting with food while Mirabelle's small basket only held three bottles
of wine and some sweetrolls. By the time they had finished shopping it was
already quite late, they considered if they should stay over in the Winking
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Vampire: Requiem for the Masquerade
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Name: Veronique Levert
GENERAL INFORMATION:
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
True Age: 210
Apparent Age: 26
Path: (if on a Path)
Religion: Atheist,
Clan: The Cocksomb Society
Bloodline: Nosferatu
Clan/Bloodline Disciplines: Majesty, Obfuscate, Vigor.
Covenant: The Invictus
Covenant Faction: (if applicable)
Haven: Sanguine Winery
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5"8
Weight: 10st 1
Hair: Dark Brown, short pixie haircut.
Eyes:Bright silver. No visible puplis (wears lenses)
Skin: Pale with slight pink blusher to give her a more human appearance
Handedness: Left
Scars/Tattoos: None
General physical description:
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/200/3/5/Female_Spy_color_test_by_ChemicalAlia.jpg
Voice: French accent, changes frequently between a quiet and silvery voice to a rather penetrating and loud tone of voice.
Clothing/armor: She wears a pale red trenchcoat with golden buttons on the front and sleeves. Dark striped tights and heeled leather boots, often wears gloves. She wears a red hood and large sunglasses to hide most of her face.
PERSONALITY
General Personality Traits: Connoisseur, critic, conversationalist, sarcastic, fussy, elegant, very prim, easily disgusted and slightly aloof.
Fears: Repulsed by animal blood, being humiliated, losing her company.
Attitudes towards friends/strangers: She is capable at socialising with many but her conversations are usually short lasting. She has befriended both humans and vampires and likes to keep them her friends to make her appear more human.
Opinion of the world: She is generally repulsed by the world and tries to stay out of it.
HISTORY
Past: Born in France to owners of a successful wine plantation her parents were very strict and snobbish and barely let her out of the house to socialise in case she would become "infected" as they told her. The best parts of her life were spent drinking this "fine quality vintage" that they so forced down her throat at parties.
When her parents became old she decided that she would live her life like a normal woman. On this one night however she did become "infected" as her parents said. Rather strangely she was embraced by a complete stranger in an alley, she did not even see his or her face.
From that moment she became a member of the living dead and was absolutely disgusted. She ran away from home to England. There, with shared profit from her French Vintage she started her own wine company amongst humans as if she is one of them. She lives a life of suppression but occasionally invites humans to her winery for feeding.
Embrace: Unkown stranger
Birthplace: France
Family/Relationships: None known to her
Friends: Macellarius clan
Enemies : Very few, often gets them drunk.
Current Nationality: French
Current Place of Residence: UK. Has homes in France.
OTHER INFORMATION
Merits and Flaws: Bilingual
Backgrounds: (if applicable)
Magic Items:
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Other: