C'est ce que j'ai dit.
Interagir avec : Grey Coulbourne, avec les mentions des Hylands, des Gullies et de Brandt Trout
Lieu: à l'intérieur du château.
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Tybalt regarda en arrière par-dessus son épaule, tirant un regard de passage sur les Hylands qui avaient déjà trouvé raison de marcher sur le roi. Alors qu'il les suivait de ses yeux, il remarqua que son oncle, le seigneur Arthur, venait de parler au roi, la reine, et à la personne qui souffrait probablement le plus sous ce terrible festin, la princesse. Et pendant qu'il regardait le roi, il remarqua qu'une femme se détournait de là. Une femme aux cheveux noirs, qui se sentait étrangement exotique mais en même temps, a sûrement appartenu à cette fête.
Tybalt ne le paya pas d'esprit et garda les yeux coupés sur les deux figures qui passaient, un homme et une femme qui ressemblaient à des jumeaux. Il y avait des gens si intéressants à ce festin. Pendant un moment, Tybalt était content que la famille Gully n'ait pas de gens étranges. Ce n'était qu'une famille -- la pire chose était peut-être qu'un roi pirate ou alors qui ressentait le besoin de se montrer un jour et de prétendre être un bâtard. Tybalt avait presque coupé cet homme sur place, mais heureusement pour cet homme, Arthur avait daigné qu'il fallait le laisser partir. Tybalt n'avait pas demandé la raison, parce que ce n'était pas à lui de s'immiscer dans ces affaires familiales. Lord Arthur savait ce qu'il faisait, pensait Tybalt.
Le chevalier s'approcha d'une table, et pêcha un gobelet de la table. Il a versé du vin pour lui-même et a apporté le gobelet à ses lèvres, en en sirotant soigneusement. C'est un bon vin, Tybalt a pensé à lui-même en pensant au vin dans le Roost des Serpents. C'était du vin horrible, à la maison, mais c'était du vin qui remplissait un peu l'estomac au moins. Ce vin, tout en délicieux, semblait aussi aqueux que l'océan lui-même.
Il a baissé sa coupe. Par Dieu, c'était une fête ennuyeuse. Tybalt laissa ses yeux errer autour de la salle, voyant les nobles se mêler, et tandis que Tybalt était un noble, il ne sentit pas le besoin de parler à qui que ce soit à ce festin. Normalement, il était là pour aider son oncle, mais avec le retour d'Ithobal, cela semblait inutile, alors plutôt Tybalt est parti pour faire sa propre chose. Ce qui, sans doute, avait été une erreur, puisque Tybalt n'avait rien à faire.
Alors qu'il regardait autour de ses yeux, il tomba sur une femme qui s'approchait d'une table voisine. C'était la même femme qu'il avait vue quitter le roi et la reine plus tôt, et elle semblait être seule, comme Tybalt l'était. Même s'il semblait, peut-être, un peu inapproprié de l'approcher sans la connaître, il semblait plus inapproprié de se tenir debout tout seul, et Tybalt a supposé qu'elle aurait pu ressentir la même chose.
Pour ne pas paraître comme un sac à merde, Tybalt a pris un autre gobelet vide de la table et l'a rempli de vin d'une cruche voisine. Puis Tybalt a marché vers la dame, tenant deux tasses de vin. Alors qu'il s'approchait, il lui étendit le gobelet le plus rempli. Il a dit, avec sa voix masculine comme toujours. Il voulait faire bonne impression, et comme cette femme était seule, Tybalt se sentait peut-être plus digne que les filles de Hyland, qui avaient recouru à l'insulter sans raison apparente.
C'est assez étrange qu'une femme comme toi soit seule, si je peux le dire. Puis encore une fois, j'étais aussi seul, donc je ne suis pas un juge. » Il a noté, en regardant loin d'elle. Ses yeux regardaient la fête, cherchant des gens de note, des gens d'intérêt, mais il n'en avait trouvé aucun. Excusez-moi, ma dame. Mon nom est Tybalt Gully de la mer de Quell. Je suis le neveu du seigneur Arthur Gully. S'il vous plaît de faire votre connaissance à ce.. fête passionnante.. Le sarcasme était goutte à goutte des deux derniers mots, indiquant que Tybalt a eu un temps difficile s'amuser à ce festin.
Lentement, il tourna la tête pour la regarder. Il a dû regarder en bas, en raison d'être considérablement plus grand qu'elle, mais ce n'était pas trop inhabituel pour Tybalt, qui était assez grand et encombrant. Peut-être à cause de la génétique, peut-être à cause de son devoir de chevalier. Quoi qu'il en soit, il avait l'air d'avoir un homme en un, peut-être deux coups avec ses grandes mains. Et vous, si je peux me permettre? Je veux dire... si tu es libre de parler. Je voulais juste venir pour qu'on n'ait pas l'air si seul. C'est un grand festin, et être seul semble être une mauvaise idée. Avant que vous le sachiez, les gens pourraient venir et essayer de vous parler. » Il a souri, mais un soupçon de sérieux a pu être détecté dans sa voix, car Tybalt n'était pas très bon pour cacher ce qu'il pensait vraiment. Sous son souffle, après cela, il continua. Dieu vous interdit de profiter un peu seul-temps..
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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