C'est ce que j'ai dit.
Interagir avec: Emmaline, Trystan, Balian, Juliana, Edwin Hyland, Julia Hyland,
Lieu: à l'intérieur du château.
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Tybalt avait rapidement attiré sur lui l'attitude hostile de l'une des sœurs. À sa connaissance, il n'avait pas insulté la famille Hyland, pourtant, donc c'était une chose assez étrange de se produire. Ce doit être son jeune âge qui l'a forcée à agir comme si tout le monde était un ennemi, ou quelque chose du genre. Tybalt a fait de son mieux pour supprimer toute réaction négative qu'il aurait pu avoir, en laissant un petit sourire se glisser sur ses lèvres. Ce serait un mauvais moment d'agir comme si elle avait blessé son honneur maintenant. Normalement, dans des circonstances différentes, Tybalt aurait pu exiger un duel avec une championne de son choix de réparer son honneur, mais regardant cette femme et sa famille, Tybalt savait qu'il n'avait rien à craindre. Apparemment, ils étaient déjà sans honneur, pour insulter un homme qui venait simplement poser une question.
"Tybalt Gully, ma dame," il s'est contenté de répondre à son insulte sournoise. C'est alors que la matriarche de la famille fit son apparition. La première chose qu'elle a faite, c'est d'éclaircir sa gorge, à laquelle Tybalt s'est naturellement tournée pour lui faire face. Alors qu'elle tendait la main, Tybalt comprit quelles étaient ses intentions. Puisque Tybalt n'était pas une brute, autant qu'il en avait l'air, il décida d'aller avec elle, et prit sa main soigneusement, avant de se prosterner légèrement par ses genoux, ne prenant pas le temps de serrer ses lèvres contre sa main. Comme il n'était pas un Hyland, mais un Gully, il ne serait pas approprié de le faire à ce stade. Plus loin, il ne voulait pas déduire un quelconque signe d'infériorité à la famille Hyland.
Comme elle lui demandait son nom, il le répétait pour la troisième fois, comme si ces gens de Hyland n'étaient pas assez intelligents pour s'en souvenir la première fois. Mon nom serait Tybalt Gully de la mer de Quell, chevalier de Lhivoria et neveu du grand seigneur Arthur Gully. Je.. suis sûr que vous connaissez ses nombreuses grandes actions et grandeurs, donc je m'abstiendrai de les répéter tous. - Il a dit, faisant de son mieux pour sourire pendant qu'il lui parlait. Au moins la matriarche avait la décence de ne pas agir hostile à lui. Ou du moins c'est ce qu'il pensait. Je dois dire qu'ils n'ont pas exagéré quand ils m'ont parlé de votre beauté, dame Hyland... Comme ils étaient un peu plus près de l'âge, peut-être ne serait-il pas trop audacieux d'essayer de la complimenter, bien que le facteur supplémentaire de ses enfants présents pourrait le rendre un peu plus étrange. Néanmoins, Tybalt faisait de son mieux pour être courtois malgré avoir déjà insulté son honneur par ses enfants.
Je ne participe pas, ma bonne dame. Au moins, je le serai, mais pas pour la main de la princesse. Je ne suis qu'un neveu, et un tel honneur devrait être réservé à quelqu'un avec un peu plus.. poids.. Elle a continué son petit spiel, en parlant de la façon dont elle allait s'enraciner pour ses enfants, qui devait être compris et semblait assez logique pour Tybalt au point où il se sentait comme si elle ne le croyait pas du tout très intelligent. Naturellement, elle s'enracinerait pour ses enfants, pensait Tybalt, pourquoi quelqu'un penserait autrement?
Alors qu'elle parlait de ses fils, Tybalt ne pouvait s'empêcher de laisser son regard passer sur les deux jeunes garçons qui étaient présents dans le cercle, qui n'avaient pas encore dit un mot. Sa main gauche s'appuyait confortablement sur la pointe de sa lame, se reposant facilement là pendant qu'il écoutait les paroles de la dame Julia, avant de répondre. Il a dit, en regardant l'armure que le seigneur Trystan portait. En ce moment, il était difficile de voir à quel point l'armure serait fonctionnelle, mais Tybalt savait qu'il préférerait autre chose. Quelque chose qui semblait moins riche et plus fonctionnel. Je suis sûr qu'ils feront de leur mieux. » Il a ensuite ajouté, poussant un sourire faible sur son visage qui n'était pas tout à fait authentique. Il ne croyait pas aux prouesses martiales de ces jeunes enfants, mais n'osait pas parler. Ithobal s'en sortirait sûrement assez bien, pensait-il. Il s'est retourné face à la dame Julia, mais bien sûr, un autre fils de Hyland a dû se pousser dans la conversation. Le Seigneur Hyland doit avoir une forte semence, pensait Tybalt, car il y a tant de fils et de filles, et tous semblaient haïr Tybalt.
Cet homme que Tybalt connaissait, seigneur Edwin. Celui-ci ne semblait pas avoir laissé ses manières chez lui sur la montagne de Promonon, et s'inclina légèrement, à laquelle Tybalt retourna la faveur et s'inclina aussi. Avec tous ces arcs de nouveaux fils et filles de Hyland qui arrivent, je pourrais juste me briser les genoux, Tybalt s'est pris à la pensée. Pas du tout, seigneur Edwin. Ils ont été.. ─ Ses yeux criaient à la dame la plus franche du groupe, Emmaline, se souvenant de ses paroles insultantes. Tybalt s'est assurée de se souvenir de son visage pour les années à venir. Les plus délicieuses.
Les yeux de Tybalts se déplaçaient de nouveau et remarquaient qu'au loin quelqu'un venait aussi, quelqu'un qu'il reconnaissait aussi comme un fils de Hyland. Ne voulant pas s'incliner à nouveau et devoir se présenter à nouveau, Tybalt toussa fort dans une tentative de garder l'attention sur lui. C'était merveilleux de vous parler, mais je dois partir et voir mon oncle. Lady Julia, peut-être que vous et mon oncle pourriez parler plus tard, car je suis sûr qu'il est curieux de la santé du seigneur Hylands aussi. Dommage qu'il ne soit pas là, car j'aurais aimé lui parler un moment. Le seigneur Hyland est un homme sage après tout. Donc, je vais prendre ma permission pour le moment pour aider mon oncle.
Il s'inclina peu de temps après, puis recula, échappant à temps à la famille plutôt chaotique et agaçante de Hyland avant que l'héritier ne vienne aussi mettre son nez dans les affaires où il n'était pas nécessaire.
La façon dont la famille Hyland a jamais parlé à n'importe qui avec tout le monde devant se mêler à la conversation, sans parler des transactions politiques, était un mystère pour Tybalt.
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C'est ce qu'il a dit. C'est ce qu'il a dit.
Myriam Gully, seigneur Arthur Gully, Ithobal Gully, dame Amelia Gully.
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Catarina a donné un œil à Myriam quand elle a complimenté Catarina, mais n'a pas pu s'empêcher de sourire à la tentative assez notable de plaire à Catarina. Elle s'est moquée de Myriam, se détournant de sa sœur aînée, croisant les bras devant sa poitrine en regardant les gens qui entraient encore dans la salle du château. Elle a dit le nom de Myriam d'une voix plutôt taquine et conflictuelle, même si elle était encore gentille à ce sujet puisque tout était dans la plaisanterie. Je n'ai plus douze ans. Vous pouvez être honnête.
Sous sa voix, elle tenta de réprimer un rire, parce qu'étant la fille naïve et fillette qu'elle était parfois, elle appréciait naturellement les compliments qu'elle avait reçus de sa sœur, même s'ils étaient censés être donnés avec plaisanterie. Quand Myriam l'a droguée, elle a répondu un peu plus ouvertement et a montré un peu de ce côté boyeux qu'elle avait si souvent. Oh, mon Dieu! Arrête de me pousser, je ne suis pas stupide. Tout comme Myriam, elle a été interrompue par une voix familière derrière eux.
On aurait dit qu'Ithobal était revenu! Elle criait, peut-être un peu plus fort qu'une dame de sa stature ne devrait le faire, mais elle ne s'en souciait pas. Tu es de retour! Tu nous as apporté quelque chose? Où est votre vaisseau? Vous avez un chien? Où est le chien, Ithobal?Etant sur le sujet d'un chien, elle se tourna soudain vers son père, le seigneur Arthur, et focalisa son attention sur lui. Normalement, son père était sévère, et Catarina le savait, mais peut-être qu'avec la fête il serait de meilleure humeur. Peut-être. "Papa! Je peux avoir un chien?! Je t'ai demandé l'année dernière et tu as dit que j'étais pas assez vieux, mais maintenant j'ai 15 et 9 mois, donc je pense que je suis assez vieux maintenant, n'est-ce pas? Je crois. Myriam, tu crois? Ithobal, tu penses aussi que je suis un vieil enou- hey, il y a Amelia!
Hm, oui. Catarina était très excitée pour la fête et il était très probable que toute la salle du château l'avait remarqué maintenant. Sa voix était forte et assez forte pour alerter tout le monde dans la ville suivante.
Amélia! Où es-tu allé? Tu es allée avec maman pour parler aux Maures, n'est-ce pas? Anne était là aussi? J'espère qu'Anne est là, elle est toujours si gentille. Savez-vous si les Maures vont nous rendre visite le mois prochain? Je veux montrer ma nouvelle robe à Anne et à son frère. Où est maman? Avez-vous vu quelque chose d'intéressant pendant que vous marchiez dans la ville?
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. 
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