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located in Pemberley Abbey, a part of The Abbey, one of the many universes on RPG.

Pemberley Abbey

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Character Portrait: Azrael Branson Character Portrait: Thomas Kent Character Portrait: Abram Bennet Character Portrait: Jane Branson Character Portrait: Rose Branson Character Portrait: John Bennet Character Portrait: Gabriel Kent
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John Bennet


"I don't know what to think of this but, you got to give them a chance John." Abram looked at John.

John sighed, trying to become positive.

"Hello there! I'm Azrael, feel free to call me Az. I hear you'll be marrying one of us?" She batted her eyelashes at John, hearing her father grumbling behind her. "That's darling, I've gotta let you in on a secret though," Az leaned very close, voice dropping to a whisper. "It won't be me."

John cocked his head, raising his eyebrows. A smirk emerged from his lips. "Is that so?" He leaned closer to the dark-haired girl, his tone slightly decreasing. "Well, Miss Azrael," He hesitated, but still kept his cocky attitude in tune. "I must admit that I find your behavior immature and amusing, yet very attractive." He looked down at her. "I am pleased to meet your acquaintance. My name is John, by the way." Taking Azrael's hand, he kissed it gently.

"How was that for a chance, Abram?" John thought to himself.

John thoroughly enjoyed messing with others. He knew that Azrael would highly disprove of this; therefore, causing her to be even more annoyed with his unsatisfying presence. He did find her to be a rebellious woman, which often did attract John along with her beauty. But, nevertheless, he had a feeling that problems would soon arise between the both of them. From that moment forward, John believed that Pemberley was a waste of his precious time. He had an strong urge to climb back into the car and leave as quickly as possible.

"Good evening." Another one of the girls cut in before Lord Branson could say anything to his daughter."Welcome to Pemberly Abbey. I am Rose Branson, and my sisters are fully capable of introducing themselves."

John couldn't help but smile. She was a bright, independent soul. Rose looked like the opposite of John, which was why he found it surprising to take to liking the girl. He was stunned by her presence, for she was an angel to him, bringing in marvel, while he was an empty human-being, who carried nothingness.

"I see," he spoke. He cracked a slight smile, not daring to lose eye-contact with her. "I'm John." He took her hand, shaking it gently. Rose smiled. Hopefully, he wished, it meant that she was satisfied with him. "Rose," He gave a small chuckle and shook his head with a smile now forming. "I must say that you are much kinder than your sister." He hoped that Rose found this amusing.

Turning back to her father, Rose walked towards him as the eldest sister approached John.

"Hello," she began, "I'm Jane."

Jane was a reserved girl to John. Her beauty also shocked him. He was drawn in by her deep, brown eyes. John knew that her mind was somewhere else, which saddened him. She looked depressed, as if she had already hated him. This was a common reaction when others were with John.

Jane extended her hand. He took it, trying to assimilate a smile to lighten the mood. "I'm John." He leaned closer to her ear to whisper. "I must admit that I am as stricken as you are." he paused, "I am sorry that you must go through this, Jane."

He was sure that Jane was surprised by his behavior. John just wanted to be honest for once. That was all.

"It is a pleasure that you are now arriving." Lord Branson started, "I'll have the staff take everything to your rooms." He turned towards the staff, "Please offer our guests a tour if they would like."

John would've liked to view the place where he was staying, but he was beginning to grow tired from the long journey.

"Girls, you may return to your bedchambers. We will meet each other for breakfast in the morning." Lord Branson assured his daughters with this news. He now began to walk towards John and Abram.

As he began chatting once more, John's eyes drifted away to take in the abbey. He saw Jane, now walking inside. For a moment, they made eye-contact. She then quickly disappeared.

Lord Branson now concluded his statement. "I'll have a footman take you to your bedchambers."

Lord Branson gestured for Thomas to make his way towards the boys. "This is Thomas," he began, "Thomas, this is John and Abram Bennet."

"Pleased to meet you." Thomas gave a slight bow.

"I will see you two in the morning," Lord Branson hesitated. "Goodnight, boys."

He walked towards Pemberley, shaking his head as the wind kicked up. Lord Branson must of disapproved of his daughter's first impressions.




Thomas Kent


Thomas led the two Bennets up the grand staircase of Pemberley, leading the way with a burning candle. He didn't know what to expect of them. John seemed a bit arrogant, but Abram was more open to the situation. Overall, he disliked the idea of a forced marriage, especially for the Branson daughters.

"Here you are, Sir Abram." Thomas opened an ivory door, nodding towards Abram to enter. It was one of the nicest bedchambers in the abbey, often used for guests. Everything had been polished by the maids earlier, and a fireplace was lit to heat the room. It was pure royalty.

Thomas spoke, "I will most likely be available for your service in the morning. If you need anything, you may ring the bell to call for me or any of the servants in the abbey." He smiled generously. "Goodnight, Sir."

Thomas closed the door and moved abruptly to the next room, opening the door for John. It was much like Abram's bedchamber, but with a different style, of course. Each room in the abbey was unique and different.

"The same thing applies to you, Sir John. I'll be available in the morning if anything is needed."

Turning to leave, Thomas gave a nod to John.

"Wait, Thomas," John was now admiring the room. "What do you think of the girls?"

"Well," Thomas paused, "That's not my place to say, Sir John-"

"Thomas, it's not like I'm asking you to give me a full report on them." John raised his eyebrows, looking at him. "I just need some information. I'm afraid I intimidate them." John smirked.

Thomas was skeptical. He paused, catching his breath. "Rose is a very kind girl. She is intelligent and smart. Azrael enjoys freedom, perhaps obtaining the will to be on her own. And Jane-" Thomas stopped.

"What about Jane?" John asked.

"I don't know, Sir John." Thomas really didn't know what to say. He was afraid he'd say too much.

"Thank you, Thomas. That will be all." John returned to the admiration of his room.

Thomas closed the door, quickly walking down to the Servant's Quarters. It had been a spontaneous day.




"Gabriel?" Thomas knocked to see if there was an answer.

He opened the door, revealing Hamlet slung across his sister's pillow. He smiled, quickly taking it and placing it on her bedside table. She was fast asleep.

Thomas retreated to his bed, still confused what to think. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

He'd think about it tomorrow.