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Jack Desmond

"The Only way to handle a woman is to make love to her if she's pretty, and someone else if she is plain."

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a character in “Daughters of Rosewater”, originally authored by Guest, as played by RolePlayGateway





Face Claim: Henry Cavill

Title/Rank: Duke of Ravenbriar

County: Kent

Full Name: John Fitzwilliam Desmond,

Age: Thirty

Gender: Male

Appearance: Jack is a rather good looking man, he stands tall about 6'1 and holds a very noble mask. His eyes are quick to judge yet show he himself is just a painted smile, and inner pain engulfs him.

Personality :
A Rouge and Rake. A charmer, a man who can easily seduce any woman he sets his mark on and has many a lonely Peeresses whose husband pay them little attention and young widows and many more.

Jack is a charitable soul, and even though he has a love for the fast life he still treats others with the dignity and respect they so richly deserve. This lifestyle he craves has a tendency to get him into a bit of trouble from time to time, yet he always plays the hand his is dealt and pays his debts for his creditors. He has a very high opinion of himself, but this is many due to his upbringing with that silver spoon in his mouth. His time in the Navy made him more appreciative of those around him however it as also alienated him from some of the more popular sports of the day.

He has a love for the stage, but mostly he enjoys the women on it. With his ruggedly handsome looks and charming disposition he has been known to flatter quite a few girls into his bed. Though poetry or flirting he has found there hasn't been a girl yet who can resist his charm.

The Dodgier Duchess Lady Evangelista Desmond: Mother;
George J. Desmond, Duke of Ravenbrier: Father (deceased)
Lady Georgia Desmond: Sister
Lucy Moffat: Ward
Lady Margret Campion: Half-sister (Deceased);
His father’s daughter though his first marriage, she married his mother’s cousin The Earl of Lockford.
Ian Campion, Earl of Lockford: Brother-in-law, Cousin;
His mother’s cousin who married his half-sister.
Lachlann Campion: His cousin, and nephew.

* Pretty Women
* Alcohol
* The open sea
* Adventure
* Sex

* Feeling weak
* The memories of his time away
* Blood
* Feeling afraid
* The thought of Marriage

Love Interest: N/A

Jack was born 15th of November 1786 to John Desmond and his wife Lady Evangelic. Two years later his sister Georgia Evangelic came into this world, and for the next sixteen years the two would be inseparable. ‘Jack’ as he has taken to calling himself was always taught to enjoy the finer things money can buy.

As a child he enjoyed playing with his sister and the butler’s son James Carlton. The three would play nearly every day in the summer, at his father estate in Hertfordshire. When he was old enough he attended Harrow and his father arranged for James to come with him as a servant. The two gained a fast and strong boyhood friendship, and to this day James is the one man Jack can truly trust in this world. Wail at Harrow, Jack met a boy then known as George Gordon Byron (aka Lord Byron) although their relationship has drifted though the years Jack still claims to have known the great poet.

For Jack puberty was a difficult time, between all the new feelings and wants of physical contact with a girl he couldn't have, and the school rebellions he was pretty much in the headmaster's office every day. and living in a boarding school with fifty some other boys for some reason didn't really help the later much either. That semester his grades plummeted, making his family rather disappointed in his abilities. After, in the summer his father had a long talk with him about the difference between lust and love, and virtues to sins. It worked for a time; and although the revolts didn't stop Jack was able to focus on his schoolwork for the remaining of his schooling.

University and Service:
After Harrow, Jack attended Trinity College and studied law. At the time the plan was to for Jack to become a Member of Parliament eventually. However Jack had other plans and desires, he felt he had more to offer then sitting in a room all day. One night he and a few friends including James who was still acting as his manservant went out drinking for kicks at a place of less than reputable reputation. After a long night of drinking, the men found themselves enlisted in the navy the next morning.

Jack not wanting to be stuck on a boat for the next year or so wrote to his father begging him to get them out of their contract, but it was no use his father simple wrote back telling him it would do him good.

After The War:
After a year at sea, Jack started liking the feel of adventure it brought him. He climbed in rank and managed to be granted a ship of his own to command, with James as always at his side.

So begins...

Jack Desmond's Story


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Jack had arrived in London last night, meeting his party to a rather unpleasant reunion. His mother, whom always doted on him, swept him into her arms as if she hadn’t seen him in years. Although he had been missing for some time she had only left his company a fortnight beforehand. She’s beginning to become too attached he thought as he remembered his mission, as to why he came back to London in the first place.

A Rose that Burns

Those words made his body ache in pain, his mind burned with memoires of the past. What he had gone through for twelve months of his life, the hell God forced onto him. He clutched the side of his stomach as he tossed and turned in his bed that night. “No, no” he muttered in his sleep, a cry of pain escaped his lips “You know not who I am!” he screamed, “You know not what you are doing!” he cried in his sleep, the dream was vivid and detailed, he could remember every second of the torcher he submitted to for twelve months.

My heart, My soul

He awoke the next morning in a cold and uneasy sweat. He hated feeling scared, but he couldn't help it that woman caused him so much pain in such a little amount of time, he just wants to end this quest for revenge before it takes over his life. He got dressed and headed down for breakfast, His mother as always sat unmoved at the table with his young ward Lucy perched next to her. "Good morning John." she said as she tapped her spoon agents her egg.

"Morning mother," he said sitting at the head of the table, patting Lucy's head as he passed her. "What marvelous are you attaining to today?" he asked, as a girl placed a plate in front of him.

"I've invited Lady Reginald, and her nieces to Dinner this evening." she spoke gently, "Your cousin Lachlan is also in London at the moment, I fear you should invite him as well."

Aw, mother how I missed your match maker ways. He thought to himself as he nodded gently. "I will see Lachlan after breakfast." he said as he cut a piece of bread, and set it on his plate. He wasn't too thrilled about seeing his cousin, but family was family after all.


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It has been the fourth month since Helene woke up earlier than the cry of the rooster. The dark circles beneath her eyes are the very witnesses of her mourning. It might have been easier on Ophelia- her sister has always been known to be the tougher Kellaway.

Helene continued to hug her knees as she was almost unrecognizable behind the thick white lace curtains that covered the window seats inside her room. The weather was a mix of chill and warm, an early sign of impending summer in London. She was still in her night gown, but she need not worry of prying eyes when her room has been greatly concealed behind a century old oak tree.

One would expect for tears to flow from her eyes but somehow the turn of crying every night since her parents' disappearance has dried her tear ducts. She could only cry so much, other's believed but for Helene it was because she knew deep inside her that they are alive and is probably stranded in a place where no one could see them. Alive but perhaps unwell. She knows it. She knows her Papa and Mama are alive.

She laid the right side of her head onto her curled knees and continued to look outside her window. The wind was blowing and creating a hollow sound, very same as a ghosts but she was not afraid. But just then, her eyes caught a shadow moving amidst the dried leaves and hay behind their mansion. She immediately sat straight, trying to see if she could familiarize herself of the shadow's owner. But even before she could crawl towards the edge of partition between her seat and her window, the shadow was gone. It might have been one of the house help, Helene tried to convince herself but deep inside it made her curious. Usually the cook goes out for the market after the rooster cries and it was just an hour after midnight.

"Helene, it might have been a neighbor," she spoke to herself as she stood up from the window seat. She dragged the edges of her night gown as she walked across her lantern lit room. She loved how the faint glow lights up her room, she never slept without a small source of light. She was simply afraid to sleep in the dark.

"Might as well pick out the gown for dinner or Aunt will give me another lecture," She decided to walk to her closet and started choosing which gown would best suit her Aunt's unobtrusive taste for the season's fashion. It was a choice between a black and conservative dress that best suits her sadness and a rust colored dress that uplifts her brown doe eyes, paired with a pair of heeled shoes that would somehow lift her height.

She laid them on the ottoman in her bedroom and decided to return to bed, she might as well get a bit more sleep. She doesn't want to disappoint her aunt and looking like a dazed raccoon for that evening- even is she knows that it is one of her aunt's match making scheme of having them married off to some rich old man. She sighed and shut her eyes and soon her thoughts tired her and she was off to dreamland.


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"Ophelia..." Helene hissed. Her sister's door was shut closed, a reason for her not to get in. "Ophelia! Wake up!" She spoke a bit louder this time but it was more of a loud whisper. The warm morning rays were beaming through the glass windows, illuminating the dark path inside the mansion.

They must not be late for breakfast, they were expected to be at the dining table before Aunt gets there or they will surely get a lot of bashing. She knocked softly, careful not to let the sound echo through the empty halls of the Kellaway Mansion. "Ohh! Wake up," She groaned. It has been a common thing for her to wake her sister up, she is always the first one to up and somehow Ophelia seemed to be making love to her bed every morning.

She was dressed in a powder blue day gown, light enough for the warm morning but covered enough not to let the breeze to freeze her. She was also careful not to let the her skin touch the cold stone walls, her hair instantly gets prickled when she gets cold that even her nipples start to portrude from her thin gown.

Helene has already noticed the physical changes she is going through, ever since she releases the dirty blood from her private part every month, she has noticed that her breasts are starting to grow as her hips starts to curve, she gets that swelling sensation. Very much like the ladies who love to giggle and batt their eyelashes at the men who pass by.

Thoughts of a man's touch greatly scares Helene. The only man who has touched her hand was her Papa and that wasn't even that often. She has never been kissed nor has any man paid her any attention but often times Cook tells her to be careful when she plays by the beach. Cook told her that there might be some individual fisherman who roams the beach and it is not safe for her to be caught on her own, let alone with a wet gown. She never understood why but it was the same words Mama told her. Never let Papa see her in her under garments. Naive as she maybe, Helene does know that men often stretch their necks to see a woman's chest or a grip of their behind. She had seen men does it a dozen of time during balls.

"Ophelia! Get your butt up! Aunt would be in the dining any moment now!" She thumped her fist in one loud bang hoping that her sister would finally hear it and rush.


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Jack found himself leaving the house in haste as his mother went on about the party this evening. He had other plans of his own. He needed to find her the woman who caused him this pain in his chest. The dread pirate was no long in Rosewater control, and they had certainly made an enemy out of him. As he walked down the busy London street he bumped into his cousin.

"Jack" Lachlann said with a small smile, "I was coming to see you."

"Were you now?" he said half believing his dear cousin. He knew his cousin wanted his title and lands, butack was sure as hell not going to let him take them.

"Of course, I herd about the party and I..."

"Of course you are invited dear cousin, mother's mind isn't how it should be." Jack interrupted. "No if you don't mind I have a meeting with a certain woman. He said and headed of, bloody fool he thought to himself as he hurried down the street.