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Danachlea Isendualil strode inside the bar with her head held high. She had absolutely no idea how she had happened upon this place, but was not about to let a silly thing like confusion stop her from thinking pragmatically. The librarian was here now, inside this strange bar and she simply had to make the best of things.
After a moment or two standing beside the door, she took a seat hidden away in one of the smaller booths, eyes flickering over the whole scene. To her credit, only a tad of nervousness flashed in her eyes.
Danachlea Isendualil
She's an odd librarian. Let's leave it at that shall we?
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Imehal
Last seen at: Solinus Sea Eastern Bay
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Description
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“What do I think of my appearance? I’ll do, I suppose – not much of a looker though, am I?
Of all the things you could call the youngest child of the Isendualil family, beautiful does not sit up there with the top answers. Her features are slightly too angled, cheekbones strongly pronounced, giving her a slightly harsh look that only moderately softens when she smiles and even then, it is impossible to miss that Danachlea is not an overtly pretty girl. Her eyes are of a deep emerald colour and nearly always narrowed in concentration, with long jet black hair always swept back severely into a tight ponytail that reaches the middle of her back. Only her mother recalls clearly what she looks like with her hair down loose and it is something that Danachlea dislikes being reminded of.
The bookish female stands slightly shorter than the norm at 5’5”, a natural slight tan giving the girl a healthy glow. Her curvy womanly body expands appropriately at the chest and hips, but tapers in slightly at the waist; the body of a woman who comes from a bloodline that takes pride in bearing many children. Her dress sense totally masks her assets, the woman choosing to dress in clothes that are purposely modified to be slightly too large, as Danachlea cares not for flaunting her body, whether for her or other’s benefit.
The woman walks with pride in her steps, as there is certainly no shame in her birth, nor in her profession, though her solid gaze marks her as different from most of the other servants that serve under the Lord Matthew Hidaen, always showing respect but never deference. The inflections in her speech are tightly reined in whilst at work but back at the shop and amongst the middle-class community, Danachlea allows them through, having a remarkably rough way of talking as the result of a childhood around mostly boys. No doubt much to the chagrin of Hobbs, who had always spoken nicely around everyone, but Danachlea never catered to strangers’ opinions of her, only to herself and those that mattered.
Personality
“First impressions of you lot? I’ll be honest with you; you don’t want to know.”
Danachlea is not one to disguise her feelings and in fact was brought up to use her feelings to embolden her resolve, best known within the family and local community for her heartfelt words and letting her emotions rule her head. Of course, this makes her an awful choice for the careful banter and delicate negotiations that a merchant must use to their best advantage, though it’s proved useful when assessing dresses on the frivolous noble ladies who sometimes frequent the family’s tailoring business.
Luckily, it is incredibly hard to offend the librarian, though she amuses remarkably easily as a result of her diverse sense of humour that has resulted in growing up with four boys and meeting an incredibly eclectic group of people through her family’s profession. If offended however, it becomes markedly difficult to regain Danachlea’s good graces.
Trusting comes easily to this woman, but she can be as suspicious and wary as the next person. Mostly though, Danni likes to believe the best in people until proved otherwise, not being so naïve to believe that everyone in Tractus Moenia has good intentions. So far, whoever the librarian has met up with during this current situation she trusts relatively solidly if she hasn’t been given reason to think otherwise.
History
Skills
“Physically, I’m practically useless. Mentally? Well, after hearing your family tree once, I could recite it all faithfully by heart. How’s that for ya?”
Unfortunately for Danachlea’s family, her most interesting natural skill lies within different areas than successful bartering and mathematics that her family coveted. Instead, she was blessed with an exceedingly good memory that she had nurtured over time to become a nearly infallible one, almost photographic. After only hearing something once or examining something for a time, Danachlea can recall it precisely as it was with remarkable ease. Now, whilst such a thing is an incredibly useful tool, it has never seemed to serve much purpose in the merchant business, other than potentially making her a perfect stock counter and for remembering measurements that weren’t written down.
The time and focus that had to be put into honing such a skill has meant that the merchant daughter doesn’t have much specialisation in many other areas, being not of a stature to warrant anything but a rudimentary education in defending herself. However, being neither of a pretty appearance nor of an exceedingly wealthy family, the use of such things hasn’t come about so far and Danachlea fervently hopes it will never happen. More fool her.
Her education was a varied one, meaning that unsurprisingly that she is quite book smart, but rather lacking in street smarts, going directly from a rather secure neighbourhood to living in a noble household and never leaving either very much except for shopping and the occasional pleasant walk. That’s not to say she doesn’t know her way about the city; there’s maps, you know!
History
You'll only know as much of her past as you ask for.
Currently in the company of Harper. Reasons best left undiscussed.
Danachlea Isendualil's Story
Danachlea Isendualil wasn't sure quite what to do. She never got lost; ever. Maps and ways home were firmly imprinted in her mind. So, to be in a strange place, with absolutely no ideas in mind to where she was within the city - if she was even in the city anymore - worried her greatly.
In an attempt to calm herself, she strode across the bar to the counter, ordering a strong beverage quickly. She knew the name from her brothers anf felt it was needed now. The strong whiskey scorched her throat, but it cleared her head startlingly fast, Danachlea giving a nod to the bartender in thanks.
In an attempt to calm herself, she strode across the bar to the counter, ordering a strong beverage quickly. She knew the name from her brothers anf felt it was needed now. The strong whiskey scorched her throat, but it cleared her head startlingly fast, Danachlea giving a nod to the bartender in thanks.
Danachlea Isendualil set the glass down on the side, sighing quite heavily. There were certainly some strange creatures in this place; nothing like back home. Appearances were all kinds of unique here and despite her pride in her looks, Danachlea felt plain for a moment.
Only a moment though.
Only a moment though.
Danachlea Isendualil had been rather lost within her own thoughts when she had felt movement beside her, barely turning to see a rather feminine gentleman topple forwards incredibly inelegantly.
No doubt she would have been terribly amused had the wine he had been carrying not soared through the air, hitting her with a soft splash. Red wine dyed her modest gown deep crimson in places. The stains wouldn't wash out and her face began to turn a similar colour in annoyance.
"Honestly!" she barked out, looking at the stranger sharply, "you should be a sight more careful where you walk!"
No doubt she would have been terribly amused had the wine he had been carrying not soared through the air, hitting her with a soft splash. Red wine dyed her modest gown deep crimson in places. The stains wouldn't wash out and her face began to turn a similar colour in annoyance.
"Honestly!" she barked out, looking at the stranger sharply, "you should be a sight more careful where you walk!"
Danachlea Isendualil tried desperately hard not to splutter indignantly at the now identified Hobbs. A free drink, he called it, the liquid that was all over her dress? More like an ill-timed and unwanted shower!
"You couldn't please me if you wanted to sir, not with manners like that," she retorted sharply, resisting the urge to order another drink to pour it over his head. See how he liked it!
That thought was rather swiftly banished as the young man withdrew a silk hankerchief from his pocket and began dabbing at the stains on her dress. A part of her still fumed, particularly when he insulted her dress sense but still, he was attempting to help.
Somehow, she found it in her to muster a grateful look, nodding. "I can't see how a man would have any cause for cooment on my clothing," she sniffed, reluctant to thank him just yet. Despite his act of goodwill.
"You couldn't please me if you wanted to sir, not with manners like that," she retorted sharply, resisting the urge to order another drink to pour it over his head. See how he liked it!
That thought was rather swiftly banished as the young man withdrew a silk hankerchief from his pocket and began dabbing at the stains on her dress. A part of her still fumed, particularly when he insulted her dress sense but still, he was attempting to help.
Somehow, she found it in her to muster a grateful look, nodding. "I can't see how a man would have any cause for cooment on my clothing," she sniffed, reluctant to thank him just yet. Despite his act of goodwill.
The moment of indecision of whether to dislike Hobbs still or thank him was gone instantly as his hand wandered down to her breast, though thankfully it was at least covered with the thick, if worn wool of her gown. It wasn't so much that he had touched her breast; that she could have lived with, if he had apologised.
But no. He had instead not only left his hand there, but his nerve! Abruptly, she shoved his hand away, glaring contemptously at Hobbs. "Kindly shut the damn well up and remove your hand sir, before I remove it for you," she warned, her foul language testament to growing up in a household of boys.
But no. He had instead not only left his hand there, but his nerve! Abruptly, she shoved his hand away, glaring contemptously at Hobbs. "Kindly shut the damn well up and remove your hand sir, before I remove it for you," she warned, her foul language testament to growing up in a household of boys.
"Good," she snapped in reply, "because you are certainly not mine either!" It didn't matter that Danachlea didn't really have a type; she just knew that it would never be anyone like him. "And the next time you try and compliment a woman, try doing it before you dump a drink on her and then insult her."
He lowered his voice and Danachlea listened unwittingly with a mixture of horror and disgust as he asked for her help. So she did the first thing that appeared appropriate; she slapped him across the cheek. Hard. "The drink I got? You bedraggled, arrogant... I owe you nothing, Hobbs Myosin and don't ever assume I do!"
She stood, inclining her head towards Kat roughly; after all, she had done nothing to offend Danachlea, finishing her quick pace in a booth on the other side of the bar.
He lowered his voice and Danachlea listened unwittingly with a mixture of horror and disgust as he asked for her help. So she did the first thing that appeared appropriate; she slapped him across the cheek. Hard. "The drink I got? You bedraggled, arrogant... I owe you nothing, Hobbs Myosin and don't ever assume I do!"
She stood, inclining her head towards Kat roughly; after all, she had done nothing to offend Danachlea, finishing her quick pace in a booth on the other side of the bar.
Someone was calling her after her, the words themselves making the speaker clear and she did not halt, continuing towards her little booth. What on earth could he possibly want with her now? Against her better nature, she halted, beside the empty booth, forcing herself to turn and face him, a look of annoyance making her sharp features appear more avian-like than usual.
Danachlea would let him catch up and hear what he had to say. Then she'd tell him to get lost. She didn't want or need company of a fool like him.
Danachlea would let him catch up and hear what he had to say. Then she'd tell him to get lost. She didn't want or need company of a fool like him.
Danachlea Isendualil was standing with her arms firmly folded across her chest, emerald eyes as hard as she could make them replicate the gemstone which their colour derived from. She drew grim satisfaction from the fact that when he had finally reached her, he looked quite dishevelled, struggling not to let it show.
Danachlea had deigned to take a seat just before he reached her, tilting her head to look up at him as he laid one palm on the table, eyes watching him steadily.
He spoke and immediately her eyes lost some of their hardness in confusion. He chased after her to say that? She looked at Hobbs properly now, finding the white make-up distasteful but the emotions she saw in his eyes and the creases in his forehead made her pause at a biting retort.
"You... what?" she said slowly, her thought process evident.
Danachlea had deigned to take a seat just before he reached her, tilting her head to look up at him as he laid one palm on the table, eyes watching him steadily.
He spoke and immediately her eyes lost some of their hardness in confusion. He chased after her to say that? She looked at Hobbs properly now, finding the white make-up distasteful but the emotions she saw in his eyes and the creases in his forehead made her pause at a biting retort.
"You... what?" she said slowly, her thought process evident.
Danachlea Isendualil Her eyebrows rose in question as he seated himself across from her, but she said nothing, her lips thinning into a tight line as Hobbs spoke, her eyes unsure of his intentions. His words said one thing; his body, something else entirely.
The arrogant confidence that he had had in abundance earlier had vanished, replaced by... nervousness? Surely not. The stammered made her blink, speechless. What kind of a question was that?
"Of course I don't like you and any kind of woman that pretends to find that sort of behaviour charming is a fool and a brazen one at that, if they go home with you," she cautioned, a little of her earlier angry mood in her voice, but there was less vehemence in it now.
"I'm hardly surprised you've never met a woman like me; we don't tend to circulate in the same circles of influence, do we? The bookish, unattractive librarian and your and her types? Not at all."
The arrogant confidence that he had had in abundance earlier had vanished, replaced by... nervousness? Surely not. The stammered made her blink, speechless. What kind of a question was that?
"Of course I don't like you and any kind of woman that pretends to find that sort of behaviour charming is a fool and a brazen one at that, if they go home with you," she cautioned, a little of her earlier angry mood in her voice, but there was less vehemence in it now.
"I'm hardly surprised you've never met a woman like me; we don't tend to circulate in the same circles of influence, do we? The bookish, unattractive librarian and your and her types? Not at all."
Danachlea Isendualil [color=green]sighed at his expression, feeling incredibly guilty even though she had no cause to be so. Anything negative he was feeling was surely of his own construction. So why did she feel so darn wretched? I blame my mother, she thought despondently, my brothers never taught me to feel bad for someone that deserves none of my pity.
Hobbs' hand lowered from his forehead, revealing a surprisingly normal skin colouring underneath, the oddness making her mouth twitch in amusement. He talked and she listened, thinking that he was an awfully over-dramatic man.
Hobbs' hand lowered from his forehead, revealing a surprisingly normal skin colouring underneath, the oddness making her mouth twitch in amusement. He talked and she listened, thinking that he was an awfully over-dramatic man.
Danachlea Isendualil "That all depends on what you think you've ruined. I certainly have no intention of being your 'bit of fun' for the evening, as my brothers call it," she aserted firmly, uncrossing her arms as he finished. "And I plan to stay clothed."
Danachlea sighed, pausing as she contemplated her next words, feeling like he had done nothing to earn her name but he was at least making an effort to be nice. "I'm Danachlea," she offered, placing her hands on the table one on top of the other, slender fingers criss crossed.
Danachlea sighed, pausing as she contemplated her next words, feeling like he had done nothing to earn her name but he was at least making an effort to be nice. "I'm Danachlea," she offered, placing her hands on the table one on top of the other, slender fingers criss crossed.
Danachlea Isendualil settled inside the bar, emerald eyes scanning the room. A little sigh of relief escaped her pursed lips. Hopefully there would be no drink spilling, following by rudeness today, though she thought herself in a better mood today, at least.
Carefully, she navigated the bar's crowd to get to the bar, settling in a free stool and motioning to the bartender in the same graceful, swift movement.
Carefully, she navigated the bar's crowd to get to the bar, settling in a free stool and motioning to the bartender in the same graceful, swift movement.
Danachlea Isendualil receives a decanter of whiskey, smiling and paying the bartender quickly. It paid - pun intended - to be organised and prepared. The circumstances of arriving here had perplexed her and so after Hobbs' departure, Danachlea had spent much of the evening and early morning trying to navigate the area which found herself in. No one here seemed to have heard of her home, which was strange in itself because of no one knew of it, she couldn't get home.
Using the silver stock she carried with her at all times, she had organised a room for the time being in Gambit's Hotel, as it was apparently called. Whereever she was, she was here for a while.
Using the silver stock she carried with her at all times, she had organised a room for the time being in Gambit's Hotel, as it was apparently called. Whereever she was, she was here for a while.
Danachlea Isendualil overheard Lola's outburst, a ghost of a smile on her face at the words. Decanter in one hand and a crystal glass in the other, the librarian stood, making her way to Lola's booth, stopping beside the seating politely.
"You seem like you're having a not altogether fantastic day, darling," she said kindly, "want some company?"
"You seem like you're having a not altogether fantastic day, darling," she said kindly, "want some company?"
Danachlea Isendualil herself had observed the magic trick herself, a flicker of a smile on her lips as Lola had turned to the caster and feeling no pressure to remain, started to walk away from the booth and back to the bar. Still not having drunk any of her whiskey and getting a little sore about it.
Danachlea Isendualil perched herself in her seat at the bar once more, a few chairs down from the nearest individual. A young man, she asserted from a quick glance, before sliding the stopper off the decanter and at last pouring herself some whiskey.
The bad habits her brothers had taught her. There was nothing femimine or graceful about the way she downed the whole thing, gasping at the strong burning sensation.
The bad habits her brothers had taught her. There was nothing femimine or graceful about the way she downed the whole thing, gasping at the strong burning sensation.
Danachlea Isendualil glanced back over to the apparent magician, who hadn't made much movement in the past few minutes after Lola had departed. She eyed her decanter and glass carefully and after judging them to be within her sight if she moved, Danachlea stood and approached him, offering a greeting upon reaching him.
"Now you seem to have taken her lonely vigil. Do you have a name?"
"Now you seem to have taken her lonely vigil. Do you have a name?"
Danachlea Isendualil raised her eyebrows in apprehension. Maybe this hasn't been such a good idea after all... "The Doctor? I much prefer Klaatu. It sounds less clinical," she reasoned, sighing as she motioned to herself. "I'm Danachlea; no fanciness here, I'm afraid."
Danachlea Isendualil 's eyes flicker to Zahvendiel t'Rylithendii's rather flambuoyant entrance, but she had never been impressed by theatrics or showing off, politely smiling at him and clapping lightly in recognition of his skills.
Her emerald gaze flickers back to The Doctor, waiting for a response.
Her emerald gaze flickers back to The Doctor, waiting for a response.
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