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I finally got around to finishing Jenet's background!! It's not my best piece of writing ever but at least it is a piece of writing, I've been neglecting it for far too long. Not to mention the fact that the character is now just over a year old and I've only just finished the damn thing, not like me at all. Don't get me wrong, I've always known what her background was, just never quite got around to writing it down...
Anyway, for anyone who happens to be interested; Jenet Elldene.
Born the youngest of three children to a Margrave and his wife in Mill’en. Jenet’s second brother died in his fifth year, shortly after her third birthday; while her eldest brother, Corin and she became close. Her elder cousin, Winifred, married a Flembic nobleman shortly after Jenet entered her teens and for a time there was much talk of Jenet's own coming of age; her mother seemed determined that she should marry equally well and soon.
Jenet showed a great aptitude for learning from a young age and, after much pleading, convinced her parents to send her to university. She enjoyed the freedom perhaps most of all after the protected circle of balls, fashion and potential marriage proposals that she had experienced for much of her adolescence. It was perhaps little surprise then when she lent her voice to the protest at the introduction of yet further taxes affecting students. Her parents were horrified at her involvement but put it down to simple teenaged high spirits. Corin gave his sister quiet support and spoke of his pride in her strength of will and character.
When she saw the cause of the revolution shift from a just rebellion into a political machine for the disposal of one's enemies and the gaining of temporal power, that same strength compelled her to speak out to her so-called friends. She tried to point out the direction their cause had been twisted to but many of them were so caught up in the "glory" of the revolution that they heard her words as the subversive whisperings of a member of the nobility. Those who Jenet once called friend turned upon her in the space of heartbeats, denounced her and began pointing accusatory fingers at her family who had thus far escaped the depredations of the mob.
In short order Jenet saw both of her parents taken, her father executed and her mother imprisoned. It was only a timely message from a true friend which allowed her to evade capture herself. Weeks past in a blur of hunger and fear until she stumbled into the arms of a rescuer...almost literally. She had been attempting to sneak into her brother's house and discern his fate, for she had neither seen nor heard from him since their parents were taken, when a band of the PitKrieg appeared; turning to run she collided with a man in the garb of a Flembic gentleman. Drawn by the commotion the group whom she had hoped to avoid returned to investigate the alley down which she had intended to flee.
It appeared that either they recognised her face or that her clothes were not as dishevelled as she had thought as, with a shout, the patrol levelled weapons at her and approached. The Flembic gentleman, after taking the time to see that she was set firmly on her feet, drew his blade and confronted the soldiers. Within the span of a few minutes three of the seven were unconscious, another cradling a broken arm and two more were bleeding profusely from several stinging cuts. They apparently decided then that discretion was the better part of valour and, gathering up their fallen comrades, fled.
It transpired that her rescuer went by the name of Blake Percival, he had found his calling as a priest of the Huntress and was determined to aid in stopping the injustice that he perceived in Mill'en. Jenet had only ever seen that church as a tool of the revolution but, after many conversations, came to see that the church in Mill'en had been deluded by those behind the revolution just as her erstwhile friends had been. She requested initiation into the ways of the Huntress and cast herself into the cause of justice in the name of her family and those who had been killed for no better reason than the noble blood running in their veins. For a time she begged Blake to take her to Flambard so that she could make contact with her cousin and seek support for those royalists still in danger in her homeland. He refused, perhaps knowing that she would throw herself recklessly into danger's path. Eventually Blake revealed that the ship he intended to take from Mill'en was bound for the New World, an excitement that had all but passed Jenet by, eclipsed by matters far closer to home.
Events moved along as they were wont to do no matter the efforts of mere mortals and in the February of 1655 Jenet found herself on board the 'Woolgatherer' bound for the shores of the New World. They passed through the Maelstrom with relatively little trouble, although the second helmsman was killed by a poorly lashed rope that whipped across the deck and severed him at the waist. Knowing her as a priestess (as she was by this time) the crew requested her to perform the proper rites over the body, it was shortly after she began the mass that Jenet found herself looking into the eyes of the dead man's spirit. Terrified by the apparition she sped through the rest of the rite and fled below decks as quickly as possible. Blake quickly realised that something was wrong and badgered her until Jenet revealed what she had seen, rather than the doubt which she had expected or the cries of blasphemy that she feared, he explained something of the magics that had been discovered on this side of the Maelstrom. Once ashore it did not take him long to make contact with a friend of his who could teach her more.
Jenet was overjoyed to discover that the tales of the Dauphin's flight had not been exaggerated, he was indeed alive in the new territories claimed by the Golden Nation of Mill'en. Her thoughts were still filled with the unknown fate of her brother though and she had no desire to try to settle back into the lifestyle she had once known. Although a gathering held in Revolutionary lands was perhaps not the most auspicious place to start her sojourn in the new world, Jenet made no complaints about attending the meeting. Blake, by this time a close friend and trusted companion, lost no time in introducing Jenet to his own countrymen where she was soon befriended and virtually adopted by the members of Grey's Social Club.
After Blake's disappearance, she suspects death, at Ideenlehre, Jenet stayed on with Grey's; finding that many of the views of its members meshed with her own. She now devotes herself to her studies in Necromancy and, more recently, Theurgy, seeking justice for those who live and vengeance for those who have died although the fate of her brother still weighs on her mind and she would like to return to the Old World at some point and seek news of him once more.
As I said, not my best piece ever but it will serve! Please bear in mind that this is strictly OOC info!!
Anyway, for anyone who happens to be interested; Jenet Elldene.
Born the youngest of three children to a Margrave and his wife in Mill’en. Jenet’s second brother died in his fifth year, shortly after her third birthday; while her eldest brother, Corin and she became close. Her elder cousin, Winifred, married a Flembic nobleman shortly after Jenet entered her teens and for a time there was much talk of Jenet's own coming of age; her mother seemed determined that she should marry equally well and soon.
Jenet showed a great aptitude for learning from a young age and, after much pleading, convinced her parents to send her to university. She enjoyed the freedom perhaps most of all after the protected circle of balls, fashion and potential marriage proposals that she had experienced for much of her adolescence. It was perhaps little surprise then when she lent her voice to the protest at the introduction of yet further taxes affecting students. Her parents were horrified at her involvement but put it down to simple teenaged high spirits. Corin gave his sister quiet support and spoke of his pride in her strength of will and character.
When she saw the cause of the revolution shift from a just rebellion into a political machine for the disposal of one's enemies and the gaining of temporal power, that same strength compelled her to speak out to her so-called friends. She tried to point out the direction their cause had been twisted to but many of them were so caught up in the "glory" of the revolution that they heard her words as the subversive whisperings of a member of the nobility. Those who Jenet once called friend turned upon her in the space of heartbeats, denounced her and began pointing accusatory fingers at her family who had thus far escaped the depredations of the mob.
In short order Jenet saw both of her parents taken, her father executed and her mother imprisoned. It was only a timely message from a true friend which allowed her to evade capture herself. Weeks past in a blur of hunger and fear until she stumbled into the arms of a rescuer...almost literally. She had been attempting to sneak into her brother's house and discern his fate, for she had neither seen nor heard from him since their parents were taken, when a band of the PitKrieg appeared; turning to run she collided with a man in the garb of a Flembic gentleman. Drawn by the commotion the group whom she had hoped to avoid returned to investigate the alley down which she had intended to flee.
It appeared that either they recognised her face or that her clothes were not as dishevelled as she had thought as, with a shout, the patrol levelled weapons at her and approached. The Flembic gentleman, after taking the time to see that she was set firmly on her feet, drew his blade and confronted the soldiers. Within the span of a few minutes three of the seven were unconscious, another cradling a broken arm and two more were bleeding profusely from several stinging cuts. They apparently decided then that discretion was the better part of valour and, gathering up their fallen comrades, fled.
It transpired that her rescuer went by the name of Blake Percival, he had found his calling as a priest of the Huntress and was determined to aid in stopping the injustice that he perceived in Mill'en. Jenet had only ever seen that church as a tool of the revolution but, after many conversations, came to see that the church in Mill'en had been deluded by those behind the revolution just as her erstwhile friends had been. She requested initiation into the ways of the Huntress and cast herself into the cause of justice in the name of her family and those who had been killed for no better reason than the noble blood running in their veins. For a time she begged Blake to take her to Flambard so that she could make contact with her cousin and seek support for those royalists still in danger in her homeland. He refused, perhaps knowing that she would throw herself recklessly into danger's path. Eventually Blake revealed that the ship he intended to take from Mill'en was bound for the New World, an excitement that had all but passed Jenet by, eclipsed by matters far closer to home.
Events moved along as they were wont to do no matter the efforts of mere mortals and in the February of 1655 Jenet found herself on board the 'Woolgatherer' bound for the shores of the New World. They passed through the Maelstrom with relatively little trouble, although the second helmsman was killed by a poorly lashed rope that whipped across the deck and severed him at the waist. Knowing her as a priestess (as she was by this time) the crew requested her to perform the proper rites over the body, it was shortly after she began the mass that Jenet found herself looking into the eyes of the dead man's spirit. Terrified by the apparition she sped through the rest of the rite and fled below decks as quickly as possible. Blake quickly realised that something was wrong and badgered her until Jenet revealed what she had seen, rather than the doubt which she had expected or the cries of blasphemy that she feared, he explained something of the magics that had been discovered on this side of the Maelstrom. Once ashore it did not take him long to make contact with a friend of his who could teach her more.
Jenet was overjoyed to discover that the tales of the Dauphin's flight had not been exaggerated, he was indeed alive in the new territories claimed by the Golden Nation of Mill'en. Her thoughts were still filled with the unknown fate of her brother though and she had no desire to try to settle back into the lifestyle she had once known. Although a gathering held in Revolutionary lands was perhaps not the most auspicious place to start her sojourn in the new world, Jenet made no complaints about attending the meeting. Blake, by this time a close friend and trusted companion, lost no time in introducing Jenet to his own countrymen where she was soon befriended and virtually adopted by the members of Grey's Social Club.
After Blake's disappearance, she suspects death, at Ideenlehre, Jenet stayed on with Grey's; finding that many of the views of its members meshed with her own. She now devotes herself to her studies in Necromancy and, more recently, Theurgy, seeking justice for those who live and vengeance for those who have died although the fate of her brother still weighs on her mind and she would like to return to the Old World at some point and seek news of him once more.
As I said, not my best piece ever but it will serve! Please bear in mind that this is strictly OOC info!!