Post by IJze ten Haven on Jul 19, 2012 19:03:00 GMT -5
I Jze ten Haven
° N-ame || IJze ten Haven (your best bet is to pronounce it as Aizeh, he probably won’t correct you unless you make something remarkably different out of it)
° A-liases || The Charon (The name is known by only very few in the underworld, and as of yet not linked to him in Granor)
° A-ge || 26
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Younger sister, Elise, and younger sibling.
° E-ye color || Sea green with a high contrast in light and dark but quite uniform in colour, with a dark ring around the iris.
° H-air color Medium ash blond. A bit spikey, creating a precarious balance between nonchalant and stern. (see picture when I finish it)
° C-omplexion || Being out at sea/sky makes you tan quite wholesomely, though he does not get very dark. (like all of his features, his tones are cool rather than warm)
° H-eight || 192cm or 6’3-ish
° W-eight || 93kg or 205 lbs
° D-efining features || A scar across his fore-head dealt by a pirate. Quite a few others, but not so fancy they need mention. Rather sharp features that spell a visage bordering on relentless, but not aggressive or menacing.
° A-dditional features || Tall, muscular and toned but has a slender body-type rather than bulky. Straight-set shoulders and a rather nonchalant grace (but not quite elegance) save his habit of walking with his hands in his pockets to come across as slouchy.
He usually wears long coats, fabric changing with the climate, often with rolled up sleeves during informal moments.
His clothes are exceptionally well tailored though of sober design, and the cloth is of the highest quality, but hardly flashy. He wears them with a mix of properness and nonchalance without making it look out of place, and it’s only upon close inspection one sees the care and florins that went into them.
He has an arresting voice: deep, resonant and weighty, and while often just short of dignified in speech there is a tinge of a perpetual taunt that on occasion shines through more clearly, as if he’s always mocking the world around him.
He never goes anywhere without smokes. Lack of nicotine is one of his few incentives for irrationalism.
° J-ob || Owner of Ten Haven Logistics. A transport business that focuses primarily on aerial and maritime trafficking. Owns several ships and a large warehouse near the docks (and some smaller ones in other port cities as well)
He also owns some acres of farmland which he inherited, though he sold most of it to help finance his business and ensure education and livelihood for his youngest sibling.
Owns a small cigarette (factory) business, which falls more in the hobbyist category.
° R-eason for current profession || The city is growing and thus does demand. Granor is the most logical step for his growing business and it’s an interesting city to boot. If one wants to put his mark on the world, a fisherman’s town is not so alluring a place.
° D-istrict || North Residential District. He only recently bought a house there, which is still sparsely furnished, and while not devoid of style, it’s not very homely.
Though it is relatively handsome and spacious, it holds by far not the grandeur and appeal of many of the other houses in its vicinity and it truth IJze bought it for an entirely different reason. The large garden is booked as the oldest in the district and said to be one of the oldest in Granor (the latter part, he doubts).
While badly tended the last few years prior to his purchase, there is a wealth of rare, often decades old plants, bushes and truly awe inspiring trees. It may hold some other surprises he is as of yet unaware of.
He also has an office in the trade-district.
° P-ersonality ||
While appearing reserved at times due to not being overly talkative, IJze can be surprisingly frank and forthright, often even bordering on the insolent.
As a businessman, he is perhaps more honest than often expected to be or given credit for, though he cannot be accused of naïveté. When he does tell a lie, it is remarkably hard to tell.
A trader at heart he is always out to get a good barter, but he’s also, for the most part, a man of his word (or contract) and very devoted to delivering, and of course, receiving what was agreed upon. One does not build a healthy business on either a bad reputation, or the notion of weakness.
He believes in hard work when coupled with purpose and efficiency and times of leisure when so earned. A workaholic who can go off in a sudden spree of hedonism including gambling (he sometimes has a penchant for betting on the underdog though, regardless of the apparent chances) which is not necessarily retained to games of chance only, booze, women (or occasionally men) or whatever else strikes his fancy at the moment. He has a naturally curious, observant (sometimes bordering on voyeuristic) and inquisitive nature and while small talk often carries little weight with him, he can find points of interest in almost anything, if it serves him to help build a picture, analysis or a mental map in his mind, being it of a person, scheme, situation, plan or just random things that peak his interest.
He’s a stickler for rules when the benefit him, but has little qualms bending them a little when so desired. Breaking the law however should not be done just to kick against establishment without obvious gain.
Authority does not automatically inspire respect in him, but neither do the free spirits always inspire admiration. In many things he strives for a balance as long as there is no stagnation, but while most decisions are governed by rationale, he can be known to act on a whim or a fancy, but certainly not to a point of unreliability.
He enjoys power, pulling strings, the ability to bring about a change and see it unfold as a spectator watching a theatre play, but has no desire to stand in the spotlight or public gaze, nor to stick to the shadows in obscurity. He is a little narcissistic (though not an attention-seeker in an extroverted or crowd-hogging manner) and sensitive to compliments, depending on what they are about, and much more importantly, if they are truthful.
He is a perfectionist unforgiving of error and in his youth his sister accused him of being overbearing and domineering and often being of exaggerated self-opinion while they still lived together. While initially in vehement disagreement about many things, including her opinion of him, her loss was the start of a turning point for him and he changed his demeanor since then, worn by contemplation and being out facing the world, realizing he knew by far not as much as he had originally perceived, but taking pleasure in discovering the unknown. It’s not so much these original flaws are no longer present at all, but he’s simply much more aware of them, and what they can instigate.
The air with which he carries himself now is not so much one of cockiness, though obviously not deprived of pride or self-esteem, but overall, his bearing seems to hold a quieter, inquisitive nature and controlled demeanor.
He is, however; still very confident in his judgments and ability; or the way he would describe it himself: “I could be wrong, but I doubt it.”
° L-ikes ||
• Cleanliness, being organized
• Profit, success and expansion
• Analyzing. Be it structures, schemes, people, things
• Occasional escapades into hedonism
• Gambling, on sweet occasion
• Dreamers: honest, dishonest, wise, ignorant, pitiable, loveable
• Sailing and gardening, though the latter is not common knowledge
• Quality smokes
• Well-made clothes
• Inventors & their contraptions
• Free spirits that do not adhere to authority
° D-islikes ||
• Free spirits that do not adhere to authority
• Losing, but enjoys a bit of a gamble now and then
• Those who take things from him
• The eternal mispronunciation of his name, though he has resigned to it. The only foreigners that come somewhat close are the Irish, or so he has noted
• Those unwilling or unable to understand his viewpoints, being disobeyed.
• Not too fond of the current government and the military, like any self-respecting Granorian
° F-ears ||
• Miscalculating the stakes, and losing more than he accounted for
• Regression
• The ‘death’ of his garden (fear may be a big word for it, but he’d hate it still)
• Never being loved
° G-oals ||
• Becoming one of the city’s most influential
• Progress for Granor (and Atheros)
• Finding his sister Elise and perhaps the pirate that caused him grief
• Decrease the number of pirates lingering around the Isles.
° H-istory ||
IJze grew up in lush rural country, quite far from Granor, as the eldest son out of three children born to wealthy landowners who possessed quite a handsome number of acres of farmland.
As the first-born, he learned early to be responsible, and how important it was to attain the best of knowledge in their trade, knowing the governing of the property would fall to him.
As he grew up it was soon clear the boy had a truly remarkable and exceptionable memory and a knack for analysis that his father frequently praised him for, and indeed he long thought himself special for it.
He easily remembered the books he read and training he received without much effort, though not all forms of learning came as easy to him as remembering information, and though he found a simple satisfaction in running the farms of his father, from learning how to tell the weather with precision and caring for the produce and cattle, to devising new methods to improve productivity and efficiency, he soon realized he found the actual bartering and trading, the exchange of services and goods, much more interesting.
As a youngster he often went to a small port city close to their lands to help his father get the best deals. Seeing small boats in the glistening water and great tall ships on the horizon, it was there that he fell in love with the sea and his strongest desire became to be able to sail and trade exotic products which he could only dream about. Though initially forbidden by his father --what need does a farmer have for the high seas?-- He was at length, able to talk him into a bet which he managed to win. In exchange he could spend more time learning a craft his father did not see the purpose of.
He next years he spend a lot of time learning how to sail and the transport business, whenever he could be excused from their family farm. This ended abruptly when his parents passed away in rapid succession and he had to take up his initial responsibilities.
The peaceful but static life at the farm, for all its life and seasons did not satisfy him any longer and he became impatient with the situation, wishing to return to a life of freedom and sailing. He urged his sister to marry and take over the farm she had always loved while not considering her own dreams and desires for independence and eventually drove her away.
Being stuck with running a business he no longer held any love for made him callous and within a year he had sold almost all land and cattle and sacked nearly all those in his employment gather funds for a new business. He bought a ship and put up the farm for sale, keeping only some acres at hand.
The farmhouse itself was never sold, though. One night he was woken by fire and smoke. Whether by accident or a grudge, he would never know, but the house was on fire.
The weather had been dry and so had the wood and hay. It burned down and with it almost everything inside as well, apart from a small coffer with florins, documents and legal papers (preferred above family albums) the only thing he opted to try and save apart from some bare necessities, and of course his sibling. He remembers very well watching from a distance in little more than a pair of pants and a shirt, how the flames towered and reduced their home, passed down from many generations, to ash and feeling surprisingly little emotion other than relief. A sense of peculiar freedom befell him, holding on tightly to the briefcase with one arm, and with the other, the youngest his now small-numbered family.
With the single horse that was left, they rode towards, Granor where he procured lodging and caretaking for his sibling and set up a trust-fund for future education with the half-hearted promise he would return often.
He set up a small transport business. Just one ship, which he eventually captained and spent much effort on gaining contacts, contracts and insights.
Pirates happened, of course, and he spent florins and time to distinguish himself as a trader they’d rather not go after, opting for easier prey. Unfortunately this also attracted the more arrogant brigands higher up the food chain.
After a generous slash of a pirate captain’s sword and being robbed of half of very precious cargo due to an insider job he has taken more care in who he hires.
He’d like to know who the captain was, so he can repay the favour, but it was dark and he has only few clues to his attacker’s identity.
After this incident he kept building his company for a few years without a definite station, which suited him just fine until he decided to expand to take out some of the middlemen and procure monopolies on certain goods.
He decided to operate from and be more permanently stationed in Granor where he recently bought a house and an office, a large warehouse (is looking to rent one or two small ones on the side) and two new ships with a third one being built from scratch.
He’s still looking for Elise on and off, though he has little hope of finding her now and regrets not going after her when she ran away.
Though he cannot look after his youngest sibling in person anymore while running his rapidly expanding business, and tells himself he visits as frequent as he can, which is still not very often, he has developed a sense of guilt for not being able to take over parenting in a responsible manner, though he dares not openly admit this and will most certainly deny it if confronted with it.
° R-oleplay example ||
The black lambskin glove slipped on his hand with just the right amount of ease and tightness. Soft, light and comfortable. A perfect fit, better than his previous tailor. The tall man flexed his long fingers and inwardly praised such meticulousness and devotion to a craft.
“Did you finish the lining on my coat?” He inquired, without averting his eyes from his fine new acquisition.
The work he had commissioned had been due today, and he had arrived in the early evening just when the shopkeeper was about to close. IJze preferred fittings or even simply browsing wares without the hustle and bustle of daily Granor life where he had to stand in line or was disturbed by half a legion of rather vocal women shopping for lace.
The seamstress confirmed and went off immediately to fetch her not quite gentlemanly but still rather distinguished client’s garment.
She offered him the dark navy coat upon her return and made a ginger attempt at small talk but he did not indulge her, to her disappointment, as he donned and inspected it.
While he was certainly not a bad looking man, she was partial to his voice, which he used far too little for her taste. It was rhythmic, like waves rolling onto the shore unhurriedly and had a barely noticeable smoothness that was not unpleasant.
“Oh, before I forget the little decorative button on the collar, with the anchor? It was a little loose so I fixed it for you.” She offered hesitantly as he picked a loose bit of yarn from her atelier from his sleeve.
Green eyes flashed. A brief, sudden sharpness cutting through his calm and measured demeanor but it was gone so quickly she had not caught upon it.
“Thank you. I appreciate attention to detail.” A smoothness like dark silver; Its glint hiding closely under the dull surface of disinterest, colouring his tone just enough to capture and entice, like the pull of the undertow.
He paid for her services with a modest smile that reached just over the contours of his eyes, but before exiting the shop, he turned over his shoulder.
“Your work pleases me, but next time, only…act upon what I request.”
The young woman nodded, suddenly feeling as if she had done something wrong as the last client of the day left her boutique.
IJze stepped onto the street, and the cheerful tingle of the door chime accompanied him into the dusk. It was a pleasantly cool evening with no clouds to veil the sky.
A black clad finger touched the small, tightly refastened stud-button on his collar as he strode down the trade district. It could no longer spin to turn the anchor upside down, but it was a small loss. He would not be in need of it soon.
And certainly not tonight.
° T-ime zone || GMT+1
° A-snything else ||
IMPORTANT: forgive the capitals, but I want to stress that IJze's (future) double agency is purely to help him be a catalyst for the story, and other Atheros characters. It's not because I want to double cross people or think I look cool doing it.
That also means he's occasionally available for NPCesque roles if the admins need him for something. They are free to discuss this with me.
IJze has a double capital because it is considered one character.
When his name is written in full, the ‘ten’ is without a capital, but without the first name, it is written with a capital. So: IJze ten Haven, but: mr. Ten Haven.
I don’t mind if people forget this, just writing it here in case people noticed and are wondering about it.
I've become rather partial to the name I'm afraid, though I did opt for ones that sound more universal (a.k.a. as easily anglicized) I wasn't able to get used to them
I’m not a native speaker of English. I will make mistakes, and I apologize in advance. I also tend to write in inconsistent Canadian-ish spelling. Sorry about that too.
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Fever Ray: If I had a heart
Picture will be added when I finish it
° N-ame || IJze ten Haven (your best bet is to pronounce it as Aizeh, he probably won’t correct you unless you make something remarkably different out of it)
° A-liases || The Charon (The name is known by only very few in the underworld, and as of yet not linked to him in Granor)
° A-ge || 26
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Younger sister, Elise, and younger sibling.
\-|-°-|-/
° E-ye color || Sea green with a high contrast in light and dark but quite uniform in colour, with a dark ring around the iris.
° H-air color Medium ash blond. A bit spikey, creating a precarious balance between nonchalant and stern. (see picture when I finish it)
° C-omplexion || Being out at sea/sky makes you tan quite wholesomely, though he does not get very dark. (like all of his features, his tones are cool rather than warm)
° H-eight || 192cm or 6’3-ish
° W-eight || 93kg or 205 lbs
° D-efining features || A scar across his fore-head dealt by a pirate. Quite a few others, but not so fancy they need mention. Rather sharp features that spell a visage bordering on relentless, but not aggressive or menacing.
° A-dditional features || Tall, muscular and toned but has a slender body-type rather than bulky. Straight-set shoulders and a rather nonchalant grace (but not quite elegance) save his habit of walking with his hands in his pockets to come across as slouchy.
He usually wears long coats, fabric changing with the climate, often with rolled up sleeves during informal moments.
His clothes are exceptionally well tailored though of sober design, and the cloth is of the highest quality, but hardly flashy. He wears them with a mix of properness and nonchalance without making it look out of place, and it’s only upon close inspection one sees the care and florins that went into them.
He has an arresting voice: deep, resonant and weighty, and while often just short of dignified in speech there is a tinge of a perpetual taunt that on occasion shines through more clearly, as if he’s always mocking the world around him.
He never goes anywhere without smokes. Lack of nicotine is one of his few incentives for irrationalism.
\-|-°-|-/
° J-ob || Owner of Ten Haven Logistics. A transport business that focuses primarily on aerial and maritime trafficking. Owns several ships and a large warehouse near the docks (and some smaller ones in other port cities as well)
He also owns some acres of farmland which he inherited, though he sold most of it to help finance his business and ensure education and livelihood for his youngest sibling.
Owns a small cigarette (factory) business, which falls more in the hobbyist category.
° R-eason for current profession || The city is growing and thus does demand. Granor is the most logical step for his growing business and it’s an interesting city to boot. If one wants to put his mark on the world, a fisherman’s town is not so alluring a place.
° D-istrict || North Residential District. He only recently bought a house there, which is still sparsely furnished, and while not devoid of style, it’s not very homely.
Though it is relatively handsome and spacious, it holds by far not the grandeur and appeal of many of the other houses in its vicinity and it truth IJze bought it for an entirely different reason. The large garden is booked as the oldest in the district and said to be one of the oldest in Granor (the latter part, he doubts).
While badly tended the last few years prior to his purchase, there is a wealth of rare, often decades old plants, bushes and truly awe inspiring trees. It may hold some other surprises he is as of yet unaware of.
He also has an office in the trade-district.
\-|-°-|-/
° P-ersonality ||
While appearing reserved at times due to not being overly talkative, IJze can be surprisingly frank and forthright, often even bordering on the insolent.
As a businessman, he is perhaps more honest than often expected to be or given credit for, though he cannot be accused of naïveté. When he does tell a lie, it is remarkably hard to tell.
A trader at heart he is always out to get a good barter, but he’s also, for the most part, a man of his word (or contract) and very devoted to delivering, and of course, receiving what was agreed upon. One does not build a healthy business on either a bad reputation, or the notion of weakness.
He believes in hard work when coupled with purpose and efficiency and times of leisure when so earned. A workaholic who can go off in a sudden spree of hedonism including gambling (he sometimes has a penchant for betting on the underdog though, regardless of the apparent chances) which is not necessarily retained to games of chance only, booze, women (or occasionally men) or whatever else strikes his fancy at the moment. He has a naturally curious, observant (sometimes bordering on voyeuristic) and inquisitive nature and while small talk often carries little weight with him, he can find points of interest in almost anything, if it serves him to help build a picture, analysis or a mental map in his mind, being it of a person, scheme, situation, plan or just random things that peak his interest.
He’s a stickler for rules when the benefit him, but has little qualms bending them a little when so desired. Breaking the law however should not be done just to kick against establishment without obvious gain.
Authority does not automatically inspire respect in him, but neither do the free spirits always inspire admiration. In many things he strives for a balance as long as there is no stagnation, but while most decisions are governed by rationale, he can be known to act on a whim or a fancy, but certainly not to a point of unreliability.
He enjoys power, pulling strings, the ability to bring about a change and see it unfold as a spectator watching a theatre play, but has no desire to stand in the spotlight or public gaze, nor to stick to the shadows in obscurity. He is a little narcissistic (though not an attention-seeker in an extroverted or crowd-hogging manner) and sensitive to compliments, depending on what they are about, and much more importantly, if they are truthful.
He is a perfectionist unforgiving of error and in his youth his sister accused him of being overbearing and domineering and often being of exaggerated self-opinion while they still lived together. While initially in vehement disagreement about many things, including her opinion of him, her loss was the start of a turning point for him and he changed his demeanor since then, worn by contemplation and being out facing the world, realizing he knew by far not as much as he had originally perceived, but taking pleasure in discovering the unknown. It’s not so much these original flaws are no longer present at all, but he’s simply much more aware of them, and what they can instigate.
The air with which he carries himself now is not so much one of cockiness, though obviously not deprived of pride or self-esteem, but overall, his bearing seems to hold a quieter, inquisitive nature and controlled demeanor.
He is, however; still very confident in his judgments and ability; or the way he would describe it himself: “I could be wrong, but I doubt it.”
° L-ikes ||
• Cleanliness, being organized
• Profit, success and expansion
• Analyzing. Be it structures, schemes, people, things
• Occasional escapades into hedonism
• Gambling, on sweet occasion
• Dreamers: honest, dishonest, wise, ignorant, pitiable, loveable
• Sailing and gardening, though the latter is not common knowledge
• Quality smokes
• Well-made clothes
• Inventors & their contraptions
• Free spirits that do not adhere to authority
° D-islikes ||
• Free spirits that do not adhere to authority
• Losing, but enjoys a bit of a gamble now and then
• Those who take things from him
• The eternal mispronunciation of his name, though he has resigned to it. The only foreigners that come somewhat close are the Irish, or so he has noted
• Those unwilling or unable to understand his viewpoints, being disobeyed.
• Not too fond of the current government and the military, like any self-respecting Granorian
° F-ears ||
• Miscalculating the stakes, and losing more than he accounted for
• Regression
• The ‘death’ of his garden (fear may be a big word for it, but he’d hate it still)
• Never being loved
° G-oals ||
• Becoming one of the city’s most influential
• Progress for Granor (and Atheros)
• Finding his sister Elise and perhaps the pirate that caused him grief
• Decrease the number of pirates lingering around the Isles.
\-|-°-|-/
° H-istory ||
IJze grew up in lush rural country, quite far from Granor, as the eldest son out of three children born to wealthy landowners who possessed quite a handsome number of acres of farmland.
As the first-born, he learned early to be responsible, and how important it was to attain the best of knowledge in their trade, knowing the governing of the property would fall to him.
As he grew up it was soon clear the boy had a truly remarkable and exceptionable memory and a knack for analysis that his father frequently praised him for, and indeed he long thought himself special for it.
He easily remembered the books he read and training he received without much effort, though not all forms of learning came as easy to him as remembering information, and though he found a simple satisfaction in running the farms of his father, from learning how to tell the weather with precision and caring for the produce and cattle, to devising new methods to improve productivity and efficiency, he soon realized he found the actual bartering and trading, the exchange of services and goods, much more interesting.
As a youngster he often went to a small port city close to their lands to help his father get the best deals. Seeing small boats in the glistening water and great tall ships on the horizon, it was there that he fell in love with the sea and his strongest desire became to be able to sail and trade exotic products which he could only dream about. Though initially forbidden by his father --what need does a farmer have for the high seas?-- He was at length, able to talk him into a bet which he managed to win. In exchange he could spend more time learning a craft his father did not see the purpose of.
He next years he spend a lot of time learning how to sail and the transport business, whenever he could be excused from their family farm. This ended abruptly when his parents passed away in rapid succession and he had to take up his initial responsibilities.
The peaceful but static life at the farm, for all its life and seasons did not satisfy him any longer and he became impatient with the situation, wishing to return to a life of freedom and sailing. He urged his sister to marry and take over the farm she had always loved while not considering her own dreams and desires for independence and eventually drove her away.
Being stuck with running a business he no longer held any love for made him callous and within a year he had sold almost all land and cattle and sacked nearly all those in his employment gather funds for a new business. He bought a ship and put up the farm for sale, keeping only some acres at hand.
The farmhouse itself was never sold, though. One night he was woken by fire and smoke. Whether by accident or a grudge, he would never know, but the house was on fire.
The weather had been dry and so had the wood and hay. It burned down and with it almost everything inside as well, apart from a small coffer with florins, documents and legal papers (preferred above family albums) the only thing he opted to try and save apart from some bare necessities, and of course his sibling. He remembers very well watching from a distance in little more than a pair of pants and a shirt, how the flames towered and reduced their home, passed down from many generations, to ash and feeling surprisingly little emotion other than relief. A sense of peculiar freedom befell him, holding on tightly to the briefcase with one arm, and with the other, the youngest his now small-numbered family.
With the single horse that was left, they rode towards, Granor where he procured lodging and caretaking for his sibling and set up a trust-fund for future education with the half-hearted promise he would return often.
He set up a small transport business. Just one ship, which he eventually captained and spent much effort on gaining contacts, contracts and insights.
Pirates happened, of course, and he spent florins and time to distinguish himself as a trader they’d rather not go after, opting for easier prey. Unfortunately this also attracted the more arrogant brigands higher up the food chain.
After a generous slash of a pirate captain’s sword and being robbed of half of very precious cargo due to an insider job he has taken more care in who he hires.
He’d like to know who the captain was, so he can repay the favour, but it was dark and he has only few clues to his attacker’s identity.
After this incident he kept building his company for a few years without a definite station, which suited him just fine until he decided to expand to take out some of the middlemen and procure monopolies on certain goods.
He decided to operate from and be more permanently stationed in Granor where he recently bought a house and an office, a large warehouse (is looking to rent one or two small ones on the side) and two new ships with a third one being built from scratch.
He’s still looking for Elise on and off, though he has little hope of finding her now and regrets not going after her when she ran away.
Though he cannot look after his youngest sibling in person anymore while running his rapidly expanding business, and tells himself he visits as frequent as he can, which is still not very often, he has developed a sense of guilt for not being able to take over parenting in a responsible manner, though he dares not openly admit this and will most certainly deny it if confronted with it.
\-|-°-|-/
° R-oleplay example ||
The black lambskin glove slipped on his hand with just the right amount of ease and tightness. Soft, light and comfortable. A perfect fit, better than his previous tailor. The tall man flexed his long fingers and inwardly praised such meticulousness and devotion to a craft.
“Did you finish the lining on my coat?” He inquired, without averting his eyes from his fine new acquisition.
The work he had commissioned had been due today, and he had arrived in the early evening just when the shopkeeper was about to close. IJze preferred fittings or even simply browsing wares without the hustle and bustle of daily Granor life where he had to stand in line or was disturbed by half a legion of rather vocal women shopping for lace.
The seamstress confirmed and went off immediately to fetch her not quite gentlemanly but still rather distinguished client’s garment.
She offered him the dark navy coat upon her return and made a ginger attempt at small talk but he did not indulge her, to her disappointment, as he donned and inspected it.
While he was certainly not a bad looking man, she was partial to his voice, which he used far too little for her taste. It was rhythmic, like waves rolling onto the shore unhurriedly and had a barely noticeable smoothness that was not unpleasant.
“Oh, before I forget the little decorative button on the collar, with the anchor? It was a little loose so I fixed it for you.” She offered hesitantly as he picked a loose bit of yarn from her atelier from his sleeve.
Green eyes flashed. A brief, sudden sharpness cutting through his calm and measured demeanor but it was gone so quickly she had not caught upon it.
“Thank you. I appreciate attention to detail.” A smoothness like dark silver; Its glint hiding closely under the dull surface of disinterest, colouring his tone just enough to capture and entice, like the pull of the undertow.
He paid for her services with a modest smile that reached just over the contours of his eyes, but before exiting the shop, he turned over his shoulder.
“Your work pleases me, but next time, only…act upon what I request.”
The young woman nodded, suddenly feeling as if she had done something wrong as the last client of the day left her boutique.
IJze stepped onto the street, and the cheerful tingle of the door chime accompanied him into the dusk. It was a pleasantly cool evening with no clouds to veil the sky.
A black clad finger touched the small, tightly refastened stud-button on his collar as he strode down the trade district. It could no longer spin to turn the anchor upside down, but it was a small loss. He would not be in need of it soon.
And certainly not tonight.
° T-ime zone || GMT+1
° A-snything else ||
IMPORTANT: forgive the capitals, but I want to stress that IJze's (future) double agency is purely to help him be a catalyst for the story, and other Atheros characters. It's not because I want to double cross people or think I look cool doing it.
That also means he's occasionally available for NPCesque roles if the admins need him for something. They are free to discuss this with me.
IJze has a double capital because it is considered one character.
When his name is written in full, the ‘ten’ is without a capital, but without the first name, it is written with a capital. So: IJze ten Haven, but: mr. Ten Haven.
I don’t mind if people forget this, just writing it here in case people noticed and are wondering about it.
I've become rather partial to the name I'm afraid, though I did opt for ones that sound more universal (a.k.a. as easily anglicized) I wasn't able to get used to them
I’m not a native speaker of English. I will make mistakes, and I apologize in advance. I also tend to write in inconsistent Canadian-ish spelling. Sorry about that too.
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