Josephine Cecily Courtenay-Hale

"I've always loved the ocean..."

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a character in “Astley Park”, as played by CrownTheEmpire


Josephine Cecily Courtenay-Hale


Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
–Mark Twain

[Full Name]

Josephine Cecily Courtenay-Hale




April, 2nd






[Hair Colour]
Dark brown

[Eye Colour]

She has one on her calf from when she was a younger girl, having had a dog attack her for pestering it.

[Brief written description]
Josephine is known for her intelligence and beauty, being the daughter of Henry and Clarissa Courtenay-Hale. She stands at an average height of 5’6”, maybe on the tall side. She is of average weight, roughly around 125-130. Josephine has a fair sized bust, nothing too impressive. A small peppering of freckles lay on her nose and cheeks, a flaw she doesn’t like all too much. Josephine has dark brown hair that at times looks black. Her eyes are a deep blue, the shade changing in lighting. Josephine has round face set with cupids bow lips and an almost fierce like appearance.


While she doesn’t use it often; she is quite deceiving. She is quite the cook, enjoying making meals even if nobody is around to enjoy it. She knows much about wild animals and plants, having read many books about them.

[Quirks and Habits]
When nervous she often wrings her hands or bites her bottom lip. She likes to sing when alone; if someone is near her she will remain silent. When going into hysteria she will start to laugh or hyperventilate.

+The Ocean
+Her Family

-Disrespectful People
-Being stuck in one place for too long
-Being looked down upon because of her gender
-The war

Never being able to leave
Falling in love again and losing them

She hopes to see the ocean
Wants to travel the world

[Written description]
Josephine is a young woman with a love for adventures and discovering new things. She is an intelligent young woman, having both beauty and brains, but favoring the latter more. If Josephine knows her beauty, she never shows it. She is a rebellious soul, wanting to travel and do things other women have not. She loves to read, it could be on anything. Josephine is a Mark Twain fan, having many of his books and quotes either written down or locked in her small little chest she keeps underneath her bed.

Josephine is very respectful towards others, although if angered she can become spiteful and hard headed. She is very stubborn, hard to make her change her mind on something. If she does change her mind, she must value another's opinion greatly.

She tends to keep a tight hold on her family while she dreams of leaving. The only reason she hasn’t left is because of her fear of how her family will respond. It has always been a dream of Josephine’s to travel the world; she has a love for the ocean and new things. She enjoys meeting new people and children.
One flaw of Josephine is her emotions. She tends to keep things hidden, not wanting to burden others with her feelings when others need more help than her. She lost someone she loved greatly and fears that if she falls again, she might lose them too.

[Relationship Status]
She is not seeking a relationship at the moment.


[Secret Word]

So begins...

Josephine Cecily Courtenay-Hale's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Josephine Cecily Courtenay-Hale Character Portrait: Sayuri Cho Character Portrait: Adam Mellors

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This time of year, Adam was used to waking in absolute darkness. It took him a moment to identify the otherworldly half-light that glowed dimly in the window of his cottage. He never drew the curtains, preferring to wake and sleep with the world's natural rhythms. Pre-dawn light on a blanket of snow, he realised as he swung his feet onto the cold stone floor. So the flurry that had fallen on his walk home from the village had settled, thickened. There would be no gallop for the horses today.

The cottage had retained some of the warmth from last night's fire. Indeed, Adam could see a dull orange glow in the hearth, earthy, almost malevolent, in the ghostly silver coming in the window. His head a little muggy from the night before, Adam dragged open the front door and flung his naked, sinewy body into the nearest drift. He gasped as shock coursed through his body; his blood pounded, electrified, and he sucked in lungfuls of cold, fresh air. Hangover gone.

"Shut that bloody door, you bloody Taff maniac," came a muffled yell. Browne, the veteran stablemaster, wouldn't drag his bulk from his bed for a few hours yet. Flakes of snow still clinging to the wiry hair on his legs, groin and torso, Adam dragged on his work trousers, a clean undershirt, a rough woollen jumper, and hardy workboots. "Warm up that water before you give it the beasts," Browne grunted at him as he left. "And get that Chinee to bring me some grub."

Browne could wait for his breakfast. Adam didn't like the way he spoke about Sayuri. For a start, he was almost sure the pretty little maid wasn't Chinese. Somewhere in the Orient, for sure, but Chef had mentioned it and it wasn't China. Besides, 'Chinee' didn't seem like a nice thing to say. She seemed a little too meek and gentle to be fully to Adam's tastes - not like Betty, the village publican's daughter, who'd sat on his knee by the roaring fire last night - but her mysterious half-smile and shadowy eyes were intriguing. But indoor and outdoor staff didn't cross each other's paths much.

And besides, thought Adam as he pushed open the stable door and inhaled the warm musk of the horses, there was another filly on the estate he'd much rather saddle and ride, though it would get him whipped all the way back to Wales. The heavy snowfall meant the lords and ladies would most likely be sequestered inside all day, reading their letters and playing their games. But maybe they'd brave a small walk to the stables. Maybe the Lady Josephine would shake her headstrong locks at her stern but embattled father and come to the stables alone to see her favourite animal. Adam flashed a dark, sharp-toothed grin in the gloom of the stable.

"Harry, me boyo," he called out to the stableboy, and a startled horse whickered in its stall. "Come on, up about ya!" The boy's tousled head popped out from the loft, a clump of straw sticking out wildly. "Has Jack the fire lit? Ah, good lad. Now go on, get out there and help him." Adam grinned as the younger stableboy scampered down the ladder and out to the stone outhouse attached to the stable. Both boys had lost their fathers in the Great War; Lord Courtney-Hale had shown great foresight in taking them in, Adam thought. They could earn a living for their families, saving them from the poor house, and the two boys would still learn from the company of men. He'd already had to warn Jack, the elder by two years: "You plant that stalk in a girl's garden, she'll grow you a big surprise." The boy had blushed a deep red, then his eyes had grown wide in surprise when Adam continued: "And you bring it out near the high-born ladies, they'll snip it right off ya!"

Adam fervently hoped this wasn't the case, at least not with the ladies. The Lord of the house, and his eldest son, would probably try it, but Adam knew he would still risk it. He liked all kinds of women - big ones, small ones, old and young, and not just for their bodies but also for their company, their knowing amusement at the follies of men, their different ways - this one, well, she was beginning to trouble his sleep. She wasn't just ladylike, she was almost lordly in her bearing. She had a power and a confidence Adam found almost overwhelming. He felt like getting down on his knees and worshipping her, in more ways than one.