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Interagir avec: Arthur, Ithobal, Emmaline, Trystan, Balian, Juliana 
Emplacement: à l'extérieur du château -> à l'intérieur du château.
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Tybalt s'était préparé à entrer dans la salle géante où se tiendrait la fête, mais a été arrêté, ou plutôt forcé de se retourner pour rester avec son oncle, qui a été interrompu par quelque chose ou quelqu'un. Alors que Tybalt se retournait, il se trouva à regarder un visage familier. Un visage changé, un visage qu'il n'avait pas vu depuis un certain temps, mais encore un visage familier qu'il reconnaissait facilement. "Ithobal," il a répondu. Son visage n'a pas changé d'expression - Tybalt n'a pas ressenti de nostalgie, d'amitié ou de probabilité pour l'homme, mais de même ne se sentait pas en colère ou attristé à son retour. Tybalt s'est rendu compte qu'Ithobal partirait assez tôt. C'était une présence temporaire. Ça l'irritait un peu. Un héritier devait être présent, pas voyager. Tybalt se demandait ce qu'Ithobal savait. Au sujet des luttes qu'ils avaient eues alors qu'il était parti, faire sa propre chose, faire souffrir ses soeurs pour l'absence d'une vraie figure dirigeante masculine.
Pour ne pas parler mal de son oncle, bien sûr. Lord Arthur était ce qu'on attendait d'un seigneur. Stern, courageux, un homme de parole. Mais il n'était pas un bon père pour les jeunes Gully, et Tybalt s'attendait à ce qu'Arthur le sache aussi. Ils avaient besoin d'un frère qui leur enseignerait non seulement la rigueur requise d'un homme, mais aussi le côté plus doux d'un homme. Un côté qui était le plus souvent que ne manque pas entièrement dans le seigneur Arthur.
En pensant à cela, Tybalt a déplacé son regard vers son oncle momentanément, regardant le visage des hommes. C'est précisément cette expression que le seigneur Arthur tenait alors qu'il regardait Ithobal qui prouvait que Tybalt avait raison. Un manque total d'émotion. Un bon seigneur n'a aucune émotion, Tybalt le savait. Mais un bon père avait de l'émotion. Il s'est ébranlé la tête. Non, il ne doit pas questionner. Lord Arthur était le plus grand homme de la famille Gully, c'était pour cette raison que le père de Tybalt adorait Arthur ainsi.
C'est bon de te voir aussi, Ithobal. J'avais demandé à ton père si tu nous rejoindrais. Je suppose que vous participerez au tournoi. J'allais accompagner ton père à l'intérieur, tout comme mon devoir de chevalier de la mer de Quell, mais je suppose que tu le feras maintenant. Je vais parler à d'autres familles, voir ce qu'elles peuvent me dire du tournoi et de leurs candidats.
Sa voix était lourde, plus lourde que la plupart des hommes, peut-être parce que, comme Tybalt l'avait remarqué, il était plus âgé que la plupart des hommes à la fête. C'est compréhensible. La présence de Tybalt n'était pas en tant qu'héritier, ou prince important, l'un des nombreux jeunes hommes à être exposés ici pour le prestige et à montrer. Plutôt, il était juste là.. une figure de côté au mieux. C'était parfois une bénédiction, d'être en mesure de s'intégrer si bien avec les gardes, mais en ce moment, c'était comme si Tybalt était coincé comme un pouce douloureux. Avec l'arrivée d'Ithobal, la famille avait son héritier. C'est ce qui comptait à la fin, et Tybalt aurait juste à mettre de côté ses sentiments personnels sur la question.
Alors qu'il partait, il s'inclinait légèrement pour son oncle, s'inclinant la tête dans le processus. "Oncle, Ithobal," dit-il, avant qu'il ne recule et ne se lève de nouveau. Ithobal ne remarquerait pas - l'homme n'avait pas connu Tybalt assez longtemps pour savoir comment Tybalt agissait habituellement, mais Arthur verrait probablement la petite fronce sur le visage de Tybalt, insatisfait de la façon dont les choses allaient.

Tybalt bourdonnait et tissé entre les nombreuses personnes qui étaient maintenant à l'intérieur de la salle, conversant sur les dernières tendances de la mode, ou faux pas diplomatiques que les femmes ou les hommes avaient fait lors d'une visite à n'importe quel tribunal aléatoire. Les gens qui étaient présents étaient le plus souvent des nobles mineurs - des hommes sans importance, des femmes qui, malgré leur beauté, étaient tout aussi sans importance. C'était un coup de pouce à l'ego de Tybalt, parce que même s'il était à la figure latérale, il faisait toujours partie de la famille Gully et par mesure qui le plaçait plus haut dans la chaîne hiérarchique qu'ils ne l'étaient.
Alors qu'il passait devant les nombreux visages qu'il ne reconnaissait pas ou ne le reconnaissait pas, il rencontra quelques-uns des autres membres importants de sa famille. Plus particulièrement, il a reconnu les visages des deux dames, dont il avait entendu parler de leur beauté. Bien sûr, Tybalt s'est rendu compte qu'il était beaucoup trop vieux pour eux et surtout, les récits des voyageurs étaient le plus souvent remplis d'exagérations. Mais le facteur décisif qui a fait voir à Tybalt que ce sont en effet les enfants du seigneur Hyland, étaient les couleurs sur l'armure de l'un des enfants.
Comme c'est pompeux, Tybalt pensait à lui-même. Un homme dans une telle armure sait sûrement se battre. Certainement. Il ne pouvait pas supprimer le sourire de voir un jeune garçon dans une telle armure. C'était comme regarder un jeune chiot essayer d'aboier des animaux beaucoup plus âgés. Amusant, mais finalement inutile. Avant de s'approcher d'eux, il s'est calmé. Ce serait impoli d'entrer avec un sourire moqueur sur son visage. Dès qu'il eut essuyé le sourire, il regarda et redressa ses vêtements, bien qu'ils fussent robustes et ne rappelaient à personne un noble. Il a également redressé sa ceinture, l'ayant accroché lâchement sur sa hanche, suspendu légèrement biaisé. Tybalt n'était pas un homme à la mode, et il ne se souciait pas beaucoup des impressions, donc quand il était satisfait, il s'approchait des enfants de Hyland.
"Excusez-moi," dit-il, en regardant d'abord Juliana, puis Trystan et Balian, et enfin en tournant son regard vers Emmaline. Il ne connaissait pas leurs noms, mais cela ferait un bon discours, n'est-ce pas. Je ne veux pas m'immiscer dans votre conversation, mais vous êtes les enfants du seigneur Hyland, n'est-ce pas? Je n'ai pas vu ton père, et j'étais sûr que mon oncle aimerait lui parler. Ah, mais...
Plutôt que d'essayer d'être courtois, Tybalt est resté lui-même, et sa voix boomait de virilité et de force masculines. Un trait, Tybalt l'avait trouvé, était souvent oublié chez les hommes de naissance noble. Les hommes aiment les deux avant lui. Néanmoins, ils étaient d'une noble naissance, et il leur montra donc le respect qu'il fallait. Alors qu'il se présentait, il faisait un court arc, s'inclinant la tête plus profondément pour les femmes que pour les hommes. Je devrais me présenter. Je suis Tybalt de la mer de Quell, je ne suis qu'un neveu du bon seigneur Gully. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que vous me connaissiez. Il n'était qu'un neveu et beaucoup de gens ne le connaissaient pas. Il n'était pas important, et il n'était pas célèbre. C'était un contraste frappant avec les quatre enfants qui l'ont précédé.
Je me demandais qui d'entre vous participerait au tournoi? J'avais essayé de tester mon courage contre certains des plus jeunes chevaliers, mais malheureusement pour moi, Ithobal était arrivé enfin.
Il avait été clair que Tybalt abritait un peu de malveillance envers la jeune génération en général, mais que beaucoup ne brillerait pas dans ses paroles.
Tybalt “of the Quell Sea” Gully

Ab ipsem Ferro, from the same Iron

◾ Name:
Tybalt Gully, “of the Quell Sea”, a title given to him during his duration of stay in the capital. It's a common nickname, for the few knights that come from that area.
also Tybalt “Armor-born” locally, after his proficiency in combat
also Tybalt “Greyborn” within familial spheres, due to the grey color he had during his birth. Not a nice nickname.
◾ Age:
35
◾ Gender:
Male
◾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual, unmarried
◾ Origins:
The Quell sea region
◾ Residence:
Currently lives at court in the capital of the Quell sea region

◾ Brave ◾ Untactful ◾ Servitude ◾ Not the Smartest ◾
◾ Personality:
Tybalt may be one of the oldest in the family, but he is certainly not the most respected. True to the Quell sea archetype, this lack of respect towards Tybalt comes mostly from his typical Quell attitude. He is unwilling to cooperate in most cases, unless people are listening to what he is saying. Some would call him a real leader, others would call him arrogant. Regardless of which it is, he makes sure people are listening to him, and there is nothing that annoys him greater than people that ignore him.
Something that does set him apart from other typical Quell inhabitants is that he is relatively humble. He will most likely never boast about his achievements and strengths, mostly because he does not believe his achievements and strengths are better than that of others. For him, his achievements are merely in service to the Gully family as well as the people of the Quell sea. This creates a paradox for him. While he is unwilling to cooperate most of the time, he does wish to further the lives of his family and his people, but would never cooperate with them in order to do just that.
Another trait that Tybalt has, that perhaps is not home to many people within the Quell region, is that he's a servant at heart. He is not so ambitious to think himself king or lord, and his position in life doesn't exactly make him qualified for any of that. Rather, he just wishes to serve his patriarch, the lord of the Quell seas. His are always for the King, the kingdom of Lhivoria, for the Gully family, and the Quell people. These are where his loyalties lie -- and as such, he has become extremely loyal. Perhaps not always for the right reasons, but if he trusts you, it will be hard for him to betray you.
Furthermore his servitude paired with his bravery provide somewhat of a unique, if not deadly trait. He is brave enough to become semi-suicidal when it comes to completing his tasks, or his self-instilled 'goals' such as protecting the Gully family. If anyone were ever to come after the family and come even an inch close to his lord or his family, he'd throw himself in front of the danger and die, gladly, to protect those of the same blood.
Maybe the lack of respect towards Tybalt is deserved, but despite that, he's still willing to die for the cause of the Gully's.
◾ Role & Career:
Knight of Lhivoria
Master at arms at the court of the Quell sea
◾ Hobbies & Interests:
☩ Martial studies
☩ Swordplay
☩ Traveling
☩ Sailing
☩ Random tasks
◾ Likes & Dislikes:
✔ Practical people
✔ Chopping wood
✔ Sailing
✔ Honesty
✔ (Winning) Tournaments
✘ Diplomacy
✘ Traitors
✘ Cooperation
✘ Idealists
✘ Low-lives
◾ Other:
De rien, mademoiselle.

◾ Family Members:
☩ Amelia Arabella Gully, cousin
◾ Biography:
Tybalt is not related to the lord directly, being a cousin of his whose parents have sent him to the court of the lord to fulfill his familial duty and serve the lord. This has become somewhat of a sticking point for Tybalt - he realizes he will never get a proper title due to his position as being 'merely' a cousin to many of the princes.
He was born in a village on a remote island, ruled by his parents. While the village was relatively well off, they were far, far behind the rest of Lhivoria. And this contented the young Tybalt, for he wanted naught more in his life than a full belly and the comfort of his home. For 12 years he lived there in this village, sitting in a dark but comfortable hall at the top of a hill, looking over the village which sustained itself mostly with fishing.
From the age of 12, the local guard commander took over the teachings of young Tybalt, and taught him how to use a blade. The man was relatively good, but he was just a guard commander, and ultimately there was a limit to what he could teach young Tybalt. Ultimately the man told his parents Tybalt was done learning, after two years, and was fit to be a soldier. But Tybalt's parents were not satisfied, a soldier is merely a soldier, but a knight, that is much more.
They arranged for a boat to send him to the capital, and so he traveled to the capital with an escort of four young guards, whom were all equally terrified of what might happen on the road. Lhivoria was not as safe as it sounded, at times, and traveling with a young nobleman, barely old enough to crack his voice, was definitely unsafe. However they arrived in the capital safely, after which Tybalt continued his lessons with a veteran knight. He squired for the man for nearly two more years, and learned a great many things.
As he became 16, he became a man and was no longer a boy. In turn, he was done being a squire, and the knight ended his service to him by 'cutting the ties'. They were now no longer knight and squire, they were now two individual men, with equal standing. Due to his position as a nobleman, Tybalt was called to the court of the king and was knighted by the king, officially making him a knight of Lhivoria as so many princes and noblemen were.
But Tybalt was not just a nobleman. He was a 2nd rate cousin to a lord that was considered an 'outcast' even in the kings courtship. He was treated like one of the lowest knights, and for the duration of his stay in the capital, he was sent off on errant tasks that were 'dirty jobs' such as collecting taxes, or dealing with banditry and pirates. During a few of the small scale skirmishes between lords, Tybalt fought as well, earning him some real combat experience.
Fast forward five years, and he was now 23, and already a hardened veteran of some of the most important battles of Lhivoria. Surely, they were not on a global scale, but Tybalt had seen the gruesome effects war could have on soldiers, but also on peasants. He felt ill for them, knowing that he'd caused part of the damages. He vowed to make sure the inhabitants of the Quell region would never face such injustices for as long as Tybalt lived. His own personal quest became to protect the borders of the Quell sea, becoming it's own champion without as much as a word from the Lord.
After two more years, Tybalt was released from his duties to the king, for now, and was sent back to the Quell sea region. He rode there alone and arrived safely, not dealing with any bandits or anything of the sorts. They knew better than to mess with Tybalt, who rode clad in armor, with a thick steel bastard sword on his belt, swaying eerily to the side and back.
He arrived at the docks, and took a boat back to the capital of the Quell region, where he arrived at midnight, under the guise of the night. He had donned his cloak, and entered the hall, walking up to the lord and taking a deep knee.
“My good lord,” he spoke to him, before raising his hands and lowering the hood over his head. “Tybalt of the Quell Sea is here to serve you.”
Being accepted back into service of the good lord Gully, Tybalt spent the next ten years serving the lord, protecting his family and eventually took seat as the Master at Arms, placing him in a position of military advisorship among a council of other master-at-arms.

Catarina Liyana Gully


Papa says the storm always comes, but I think he was talking about the storm he creates when he's mad.. I haven't seen a real storm in a few weeks.. 

◾ Name:
Catarina Liyana Gully, her middle name coming in memory of lord Arthur's late mother, rest her weary soul.
◾ Age:
15 and 9 months (meaning she's 3 months away from becoming 16).
◾ Gender:
Female
◾ Sexuality:
Sexuality is against the word of God, but she ultimately wishes to marry a man of sorts.
◾ Origins:
Serpent's Roost
◾ Residence:
The Serpent's Roost

◾ Idealistic ◾ Detached from Reality ◾ Kind and sweet ◾ Naïve ◾
◾ Personality:
Catarina is possibly the spitting image of a good, calm lady that serves her duties (read: sits by, waiting to get married off) without a single hint of dismay at this fate. This is possibly due to her rather child-like nature or her lack of political interest, which lead her to not quite understand how the world works. In her mind everything is as idealistic as it gets, with the king being the most noble man on earth, and her father being but a loyal servant, a great man within his own right. She could not be farther from the truth, but nobody has explained it to her, and even if they would, she would likely not believe them.
Despite her good girl nature, she can switch between being playfully boyish (for a lack of other kids to play with) and being the perfect daughter. She likes throwing stones into the water as much as the next boy, and enjoys playing whenever she gets the chance. At the same time, she knows how to curtsy perfectly well, and knows how to behave like a lady, as well as what proper etiquette is. That much her lessons have supplied her with. She is sweet and kind, knows her way in and around the ladies and lords of the court, and above all shows to be a perfect candidate for being married off.
◾ Role & Career:
Does a lady work? No such thing.
◾ Hobbies & Interests:
♔ Watching ships come and go from the port
♔ Throwing stones into the sea
♔ Walking the stony beaches of the Serpent's Roost
♔ Talking to her handmaiden
◾ Likes & Dislikes:
✔ Kind people
✔ Generosity
✔ Feasts and tournaments, for the festivities
✔ Songs and poems about the king and his family, as well as any other family, as long as they are romantic or heroic
✔ The truth.. lying is a sure way to get her to distrust you
✘ Cruel people who yell
✘ Serious arguments
✘ Politics
✘ Conflict and war
✘ The old, fat men that have come asking for her hand


◾ Family Members:
♔ Arthur Gully - father.
♔ Amara Gully - mother.
♘ Amelia Gully - sister.
♘ Lucan Gully - brother.
♘ Ithobal Gully - brother.
☸ Brandt Trout - half-brother.
♖ Tybalt Gully - cousin.
◾ Biography:
Much of Catarina's early life could be described as easy. Being the youngest, she was never lacking when it came to attention and she seemed to have a relatively good bond with most of her siblings for the time they spent together. Which obviously wasn't all that much given her siblings were all either older, or had different interests. Never the less, she got along fine with them. While her mother was perhaps cold at times, but her family orientation made it so that Catarina was never short of love when it came to her mother. She spent much of her early childhood in the care of this woman, and has vowed to return the favor when the day beckons.
Growing up more, she started spending less time in the backrooms of the courts and more time inside the court itself, seeing her father at work and experiencing nobility first hand. At time she felt like the center of attention, while other times she merely sat back in the corner of the room, playing on her own. It was confusing, for a while, and she adapted a boyish attitude because of it as she was forced to deal with it somehow. Becoming assertive and not being afraid was her self defense, which earned her the label of being 'too boyish' in her early years. That changed later, when she became the girl she is now - boyish, but beautiful enough to make people forgive it.
Her teens were spent learning how to do lady-like things, such as sewing and other such tasks. Arduous works, but none the less somewhat enjoyable. Catarina never had a preference when it came to playing or learning, because she was a girl that switched up easily, and could go from an active child outside, to being a silent and patient girl inside. Due to this she was seen as the perfect daughter (in a way) because she did not complain, and accepted her fate as a lady of the court.
Once her studies were done, as they are now, she simply lived life in the court, never doing one thing for too long, and simply doing what she felt like doing. 
◾ More images because I found a tonne and I want to share: