lol, well i was in ebou dar with temujin, but i was planning to have my character roam around a bit. i suppose i'll be doing it now since tem wont be around much for a while. and i dont know if an ogier would fit..if you can find a way i wouldnt mind. shes not really doing anything now anyways.

yea my school is starting in a month or so but i'll still be able to get on and rp sometimes.

so now, im looking for someone to rp with again: >

p.s. thanks temujin, it has been really fun!

Chalinda stood with her arms crossed, watching the men unload the barrels from the Chameleon. She turned around when she heard Tom ask from behind her, "So, now that you are here, what are you going to do? Where are you going to go?" Chalinda had had plenty of time to think of that on the way from Baerlon. But she had been too busy thinking of other things like what her parents were doing or what her innkeeper thought. "Tom, I don't know..." she said unfolding her arms. "I never thought of that," she said as she looked around worriedly at the harbour. She calmed herself down and remembered that she was strong. She was about to open her mouth and apologize but Tom beat her. "It's alright Chalinda. You can stay here with me, or with one of the guys. We wouldn't just abandon you." Chalinda agreed that she would stay there a while. She went back to watching the men unload the ship, noticing Jaffe overall. She had grown close with them. Except for Rob. He didn't seem to like her very much.

When she followed Tom to his home, she was surprised to find he had a wife. She eyed Chalinda up and down, and when Tom's explanation failed, Chalinda tried herself. "Mistress, you should be very proud of your husband. He saved my life and my freedom all in one night, and took me under his wing. I now understand that Ebou Dari women are fierce and I wouldn't want to stand in one's way. I will understand if you will not allow me under your roof." As Chalinda said that last remark, she watched as her face changed into a pleased grin. "Child you are welcome under my roof as if you were my own child," she said as she embraced Chalinda in a warm hug. Chalinda was taken aback but managed to hold the woman with her remaining strength. She was shown to her room where she set her things from her saddle bags down.

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Weeks went by before Chalinda heard anything about Tom's gang. The second day of living in Ebou Dar, she heard people use "gang" when talking about him and his friends. One morning at breakfast, Tom let slip something about a duel and weapons. Chalinda looked up at Tom but dropped her eyes just as quickly, and pretended not to hear.

One day, after Mahta was done training Chalinda to fight(because Chalinda still refused to pick up a weapon made of metal), Tom came up to them. "How is it going Mahta?" he asked the man in a mild tone. "She is doing well. Not well enough to handle a group of men with knives but good enough to handle a group of men with fists," Mahta said. Tom nodded and added, "Chalinda, how would you like to join the guys and I on a routine riot?"

Chalinda choked and actually spluttered the first words of her response. "I-I'm sorry Tom, I...I don't know..." Chalind bit her lip while Tom waited for a straight answer. Finally, after Tom and Mahta stared her to pieces, Chalinda sighed and said, "I'd love to."

ooc:I hope all of that is alright with you. i didnt know what toms wifes name would be and uhh i think we should make a new threadd since were not in baerlon. you prob were gonna do that anyways and i thought i could tag along for a while and then move onto caemlyn and tar valon etc. maybe for now chalinda could distract guys while your gang does their thang...lol

After weeks of traveling, Chalinda was tired and sore. She had never been much outside Baerlon before, except for the hunting trips with her brother. Being in Whitebridge opened her eyes to something more than just her home city. Not even a city. It was a mere speck compared to Whitebridge. Her thoughts of the past weeks were interrupted by the setting off of the Swift Sail. She never imagined being on a boat, and didn't find it suitable for a wish of hers, either. As soon as she stepped foot on the deck of the Swift Sail, she felt unsteady and more tired than she had felt since leaving Baerlon in the middle of the night. She was afraid of being heaved all about the deck, so immediately asked Tom where she should go and sit down. She found herself under a piece of cloth these pirates had the nerve to call a sail. A spare sail at least. How far this ruddy thing would take them was beyond her. She hoped the sail in use would suffice.

When Tom joined her underneath, laying down on his sleeping roll, she felt that feeling of unnecessary uneasiness that she had felt since first speaking with Tom in his room at The Wandering Goose. She felt, strange, that she was travelling with a group of men; She being the only woman and a dancer at that. Since leaving Baerlon she hoped that her traveling party wouldn't get any ideas about her. The true uneasiness she felt was from the lack of such. Not one of them looked at her the wrong way, which made her question her appearance. One day, while resting the horses for a dinner on the road, she tried to get them to look at her, but not one of them took it any farther than that, and she had invited them! She assumed it was some custom from a different country, but she wasn't educated on the world and its different cultures.

Chalinda sat under the tent, watching Tom fall asleep inches from her own blanket roll. She thought of him as a father, or a much older brother. He was the one who was there to save her from the drunken wretch. He was the one who got them out of trouble with the City Guard, and he was the one who offered to take her away from Baerlon, not knowing it was of Chalinda's dreams to travel away from her, humble, town. Jaffe entered the tent, along with Rob, and both settled down their blanket rolls. Chalinda watched them set their things, they not lifting an eye towards her.

She found herself breathing in and out deeply and almost slapped herself when she discovered why; The breathing lifted her bosom quite a bit. Silly girl! You'll just have to face the fact that they don't want a foolish dancer. I don't want them! Bloody, flaming Light! What am I thinking?! Chalinda hoped her inner struggle wasn't present on her face, and nearly sighed when the two still didn't lift an eye towards her. Rob fell asleep, facing out of the tent, along with Tom, while Jaffe faced Chalinda. She glanced down at him, for only a second, and was shocked to find his eyes on her. She looked back to find them still looking straight at her. She tried to look away but his eyes were locked on hers. She couldn't tell his age by his face. But the way he acted for the past couple weeks, she guessed he was the youngest of the lot. He had scars, like Tom, lining his face, which gave him a rugged look along with his permanently ruffled hair.

Chalinda broke eye contact and stood up, walking out of the, sail, and walking to the rail of the ship. After what seemed like hours of watching water hit the side of the ship, Chalinda concluded that it was the most boring thing she had ever experienced in her life, and returned to where she was to sleep. She layed down against the stern of the ship, behind the five men, and fell fast asleep.

The next morning she woke up to empty blanket rolls surrounding her. She shook her head at the untidiness of men and how they should learn their place and that she wouldn't be their maid, being the only woman. She dressed herself under her blankets, as she undressed herself the night before, and headed out to find where everyone was. She took two steps outside the tent and stopped when she saw them all sitting in a circle to the right of the tent, eating a breakfast of bread and fruit. She sat down between Rob and Mahta and took up a plate of food. "How much longer do we have to be on this bloody...thing?" Chalinda stopped in mid-bite when they all looked at her like she was born stupid. She looked around the circle, every man wearing the same cold expression. Maybe it wasn't the wisest thing to say to them. "Well?" she added. She gave them all her own hard look, and they all wiped theirs straight off their faces.

"That depends, miss. Will you be joining us until Ebou Dar? Or did you have something else in mind?" Rob asked with a sneer. Tom threw a glare at him and Rob immediately looked as if he wished to take it back. "It will be days until we reach the next town. And weeks to reach anywhere after that," Tom said. Chalinda sighed, biting a piece of her bread. She didn't know if she could survive weeks of this boat. Is it always so bumpy? It's so teetery and uneven. A good strong mare would have been better, with a cushioned saddle.

Days went by, with the same schedule as the day before. In the morning, she would be the last to wake, no matter how early she went to sleep. They would eat breakfast and then entertain themselves with music or cardgames. Several of the sailors somehow discovered Chalinda was a dancer, and regretted asking her to dance when she thumped them over the head with her own hand. That was not how you asked someone a favor. They took it as far as goosing her to convince her to do it. When Jaffe rose to help Chalinda, Tom grabbed his arm and she took care of them herself. At night, they would eat dinner in a circle like the one for breakfast, and Tom and Rob would go down and check their cargo. Later on, they would all go under the tent and fix their blankets for the upcoming sleep. At dusk every night, Chalinda would stand leaning on the railing of the ship, watching the sunset. "It's just pretty," she said when Tom would come and ask her what she was up to. Then she would go in and get under her blankets, undress herself, and turn over to meet Jaffe's gaze.

ooc:this might be kinda long but i thought since u wouldnt be here for a little while i would push it forward more than i would if you were going to be here...excuse me if i had you saying something that you might not have said the same way yourself...

IC:

Chalinda stopped moving when she felt the man on top of her being ripped from on top of her. She stared at the mud below her face for a moment and then pushed herself up on her hands and looked behind to see what had happened. She covered her mouth with her hands in a loud gasp when she saw someone bring a knife down into the man's heart. She got up as quick as she could, which seemed to take hours, to get away from the murderer. She could be next. She started to run away and turned back just in time to see the somebody step into the light, and realized it was the man from the tavern. Her feet stopped so abruptly, that if someone couldn't see her face full of fear, they would have thought she stepped in a rut of thick mud. She was about to say something when she noticed a City Guardsman run up behind him.

“Put down the weapon and turn around!," he yelled. "You two are under arrest for the murder of this man.†Chalinda was frightened. She did nothing and she did NOT want to be arrested for something that wasn't her fault. "Sir, I was attacked, and this man-" Her breath caught when the man from the tavern threw his dagger at the Guardsman. She heard the man mutter something and went to pick up his knife. She couldn't hold back her fear any longer. She started breathing unevenly when the man turned around to face her once more.

He started talking of leaving and being arrested and, Calling my home a bumpkin town!? Well I oughtta- Her thought was cut off hastily when she heard him say she could come along with him. The muscles in her body relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. Seconds after he stopped talking, she didn't think interrupting would be a good idea, she nearly yelled out, "I'll come with you!" He had, in fact, spent most of his breath rambling about her witnessing a murder and what a shame it was, but this would make sure he didn't do that again. She was surprised when her legs moved from where they had been glued to the ground. She walked towards the man. He was an older man, perhaps in his thirties, maybe early forties. She supposed he would have been attractive, with his dark colorings and his surprisingly kind eyes, if it wasn't for the immense amount of scars around his face and the crook in his nose. As she walked closer she studied all of the features of the strange man. She stopped in front of him, still a little afraid of what might happen next and asked, "What Inn are you staying at? I will gather what I need and meet you there." She nearly gaped at herself for what she was saying. You fool girl! You're being as silly as a girl of five, chasing after the chickens. She held her breath, hoping the man wouldn't laugh in her face. Instead he answered her clearly.

"I'm staying at The Wandering Goose. Do you know where it is," he asked back. She nodded her head. It was nearly around the corner from her house! "I will expect you in fifteen minutes then," he said, "That should give you enough time to pack your things and write a note for your parents, or, whomever you room with." He cleared his throat and she nodded her head quickly. Before she realized she was still standing and staring at the man, he shooed her off like a pesky child begging for something. She turned around and ran home, quietly opening the door and running up the stairs to her room. She grabbed an old saddlebag that she had from going hunting with her brother and packed it full of a dress, two shifts, a brush and all the other things she would need. She went to her drawer and grabbed the sack full of all of her money and threw it into her belt pouch, which made her notice how muddy her favorite dress was.

She ran back down the stairs, heading for her father's desk and grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill. She wrote out a letter telling her parents exactly what she was doing and where she was headed. They were well aware that she would leave one day, they just didn't want to see her go. She took out some of the coin from her belt pouch and laid it atop the letter. She ran out of the door and headed for The Wandering Goose. Upon entering the Inn, she automatically compared it to The Lioness' Den, and then shook her head in disapproval for her action. She walked up to the Innkeeper and was about to ask after the man when she realized she didn't know his name. "I-uh...Well I don't know his-" Just then, the man came down the stairs saying, "-Name. I realized the same after you went running off. She was looking for me Master Adams," she said to the Innkeeper. He then turned back and headed up the stairs. Chalinda wasn't sure she should follow, but did when she noticed the Innkeeper giving her a weird look. Oh! Really! Do I not look too young!? She huffed and started up the stairs, after the man, realizing she had still not learned his name.

She made it up the stairs just in time to see him entering a room at the end of the hall. She followed quickly and slipped into the room, closing the door behind her and not moving any closer than the doorknob. The room was small enough! "I still did not catch your name sir," she said quietly, unsure it was the right thing to say. The man looked toward her, eyeing her up and down, which made her feel uncomfortable but at the same time she knew it didn't mean anything. "Right," he said, "I apologize. My name is Tom, and that is all you need to know at the moment. My business is my own and I would appreciate it if you didn't ask after it." Chalinda was a little put off, even if Tom said it in the most pleasant way. "My name is Chalinda," she chimed. "And that is all you need to know at the moment," she added with a mocking tone and a grin. They both gave a light laugh and she watched as he continued packing his own things.

Chalinda wrapped her cloak tighter around her waist from the mean wind blowing her hair about the place. She made her way down the curvy street from her home, to where she went everyday. The Lioness' Den was like her other home. The Innkeeper at the Lioness' Den treated Chalinda as if she were one of his own daughters, always caring about her welfare and safety, and always clobbering drunken baffoons on the head himself, if the need arose. She turned this way and that up the curvy road, aware of her surroundings at all times. People on this street in particular sometimes liked your pockets a little too much. One time several months ago, she beat a man's head in when he only "bumped" into her. That bump could have cost her a week's pay.

She made one last turn to the right and found the door that she knew as well as the back of her hand and walked into the warm, welcoming tavern. She removed her cloak and walked to the back desk where Master Gerry was taking care of a few customers. "Good afternoon Master Gerry," she said with a smile. He returned the greeting and received several, 'Good afternoon Chalinda's from the serving girls. She looked over her book of songs and dances that she kept at the inn and decided what ones she would start the day with. When she was done looking through, she stepped up onto the dancing bar, simply a table-high raised part of the floor at the front of the room. She stepped up as if she had been doing so all of her life, and stomped her feet to get everyone's attention, including the musicians. She whispered what songs they were doing for now and as soon as the flutist started the lick, she grabbed her skirts and started the dance she had made to go with "My Love is a Wild Rose."

An hour went by and Chalinda was secretly out of breath and sweating. She stepped down from the stage and walked over to the kitchen where there was a glass of berry cider and a plate of cheese waiting for her. She chomped it down, cleaned her teeth, and returned to the stage where the musicians were just picking up their instruments from their break. She told them the new set of songs they were to play and started dancing as soon as "The Dancing Lass" started playing. She was just in the middle of her solo set when a man walked in, making eye contact with her. She continued dancing, not looking as though she was distracted; Men walked in and looked at her every minute. But there was something about this man that made her feel comfortable. She went back to looking around the room, smiling at everyone about the place.

A man at the foot of the stage, stood up and tried grabbing her leg before she slapped his hand away with ease. The man attempted to grab Chalinda again and this time she pushed him back and backed up herself. The man climbed up on the stage while Chalinda rolled her eyes and sighed. The musicians knew enough to keep playing and Master Gerry cautiously watched from the desk, ready to thump the man if he needed to. Chalinda grabbed the mans shoulders and tried to stop him but when he grabbed her forearms, she knew it was too far to stop him now. She kneed the man below the belt and watched him as he collapsed onto the stage. She looked to the two bodyguards who got up and took the man outside. As soon as the door closed behind them, Chalinda continued dancing.

Another several hours went by before she was climbing down from the stage to get ready to go home. She was tired and hungry, so she went by the kitchen and grabbed more cider and bread. As she made her way to the door, she grabbed her cloak and was stopped by Master Gerry, who dropped her pay into her hands, and praised her for taking care of the man earlier. She walked to the door and as she opened it, she saw the man from earlier, who she had made eye contact with while dancing. She smiled and left the Inn behind her.

As she made her way back down the curving street, she stayed aware of her surroundings still. Walking home was more dangerous than walking to the Inn. There were sometimes men who saw her dancing and got too drunk to remember their wives at home, or her age. As she turned the second last turn before her street, she heard a barrell being upturned behind her. She whipped around to face what it was and found herself facing the man who tried to grab her earlier. He jumped at her and she easily jumped out of the way. He was clearly more drunk than she could know, but he was a rather large man. He jumped at her again and she turned around to hit his head but he grabbed her waist and her shoes slipped in the mud, causing her to fall to the ground. She clawed at the ground under her and tried to get out from under the man. She grabbed his head and tried to push him off but he was too big! "Leave me alone!," she yelled, but it was cut off by his hand covering her mouth. With her hair stuck to her face and her hands full of mud, she elbowed the man repeatedly in the gut and kicked his shin with the heel of her slippers.

yea i saw that. i wonder what el problemo is...

*scratches head*

aye..sounds exciting!! i cant wait! thank you!!

just like u said..."preferably one that involves robbing, extortion, or one that involves roughing somebody up." ive made chalinda so that she fist fights, and doesnt like to use weapons. wherever the characters are, Chal could be dancing in a tavern, like she does for a job, and some drunken baffoon could try to mess her up. Tom can help her out a little against the big scary man, and then she notices you're traveling for "business" and asks if she could come along for the ride.

i dont mean to intrude temujin, but im asking the same thing, cept im in baerlon. if all else fails, maybe chalinda can find herself hitching a ride to Ebou Dar first and meets up with you. you can help me or something. or vice versa lol. i mean roughing someone up.

soooo...anyone wanna rp with me?

lol, thanks... :P

anyone else!?

hi, i just wanted to get a head start while my biography is being checked over. i was looking for people to rp with so that when i am approved, im not waiting for ages for someone to rp with.

here are the definite details of my character that i know are okay with the bio checker.

Name: Chalinda Seave

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Physical Description: 5'5", 120 lbs, blue/gray eyes, red hair, full lips and a button nose. pale skin and long wavy hair. (my signature picture)

Birthplace/Current Location: unknown, assumed Andor/Baerlon

Chalinda is currently employed in a tavern where she dances and sings (cleanly). She's looking to travel around the world.

Those are the mere basics that were determined okay by James. I just wondered if anyone was currently in Baerlon that would be interested in aquainting themself with Chalinda?

let me know, thanks!