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Lachlan Campion

"Love, Temptation, Passion"

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

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Title/Rank: Heir to Ian Campion, Earl of Lockford

County: Northumberland

Full Name: Lachlann Ian Campaion

Age: Twenty-Seven

Gender: Male

Appearance: Lachlan is a tall physically fit man, about 6'1. with a strong chin and cold eyes his glare can either send shivers down your spine, or make you burn in lustful thoughts. He's a man of passion, and honor.

Personality:
Lachlan is too much like his cousin; he passionate, lustful, and yearns for adventure only on a different set of rules. He has what you would call a Chivalrous personality, he believes in fighting for what is right and preserving those honers that long ago men fought so hard to preserve. He hates London as he feels it is the root of corruption, he seeing the fake smiles on men and women's faces, everyone is hiding something he just needs to find out what that is.

Family:
Lady Margret Campion: Mother (Deceased),
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Ian Campion, Earl of Lockford: Father
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Likes:
* His family,
* Passion and Lust
* The Scottish Highland
* The country air
* Horsemanship

Dislikes:
* Politics
* Having to act proper
* Foul play
* Pirates
* Highwaymen (Bandits)

Love Interest: N/A

History:
Lachlan was born the son of an English Lord, and a Scottish heiress. He was educated at the finest schools in England, first Eton then Cambridge and would have gone far with his father's backing. However Lachlan hated all things political, and his Scottish blood longed for the Highlands. At the age of nineteen he ran away from his studies, to presume these desires.

For the next few years he lived a simple life in the place of his mother's birth. He took a lover, a fairy woman by the name of Ingrid. She had possessed his very soul and she used it to capture his heart, but it was not so easy for her. Lachlan was still an honorable man, and his heart would only be touched by his true love.

Years later, he received word that his father was on his death bed and requested his presence. Leaving his lover, Lachlan left for London to hear his father's final hopes. As he lay so close to death Lord Campion begged to see Lachlan to be married to a Society woman before he inherited the title. Lachlan knew his lover back in Scotland would never fit this description, so he had decided to stay in London until he can find a wife.

He never dreamed of finding his cousin, The Duke of Ravenbriar as his competitor after all everyone had thought dear Jack was dead, killed by the foul pirate. Lachlan noticed something off about his cousin of course, and that is enough for him to want answers as to where the man has been for so long. After all, he had told his father where he ran off too why hadn't his cousin.

Secret:
* His former lover is a member of The Daughters of Rosewater
* Lachlan knows more then he lets on.

Activity: Secondary

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So begins...

Lachlan Campion'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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Lachlann looked out the window at the busy street, he groaned as he thought of the social obligation he was going to be forced into today. Talking and dancing with all too eager young girls, whom barely knew him except that he was heir to a great fortune. A shape moved under his covers as he turned back to his bed, her toned muscular body gently caressing the figure under his sheets. Lifting it gently he kissed the woman forehead. "Morning Lass" he said in a strong Scottish accent.
The girl smiled, with a giggle in her eye as he began kissing her body. "I never knew it could feel so good." she said.
"Aye." he said, ignoring her only taking in her beauty for himself. He had taken the lass' virginity it was such a sweet feeling to be with a girl whom was inexperienced.

She was a humble scullery maid with little prospect, she probably will spend her whole life in his employment and never marry winding up an old maid. At least now she will know the joys a man can give her.

He stood up from the bed and smiled at her, taking her hand in his and kissing it. "It was a pleasure m'lady" he said with a wink, and clasped back over her kissing her in a mad passion. The girl was young, maybe sixteen but it didn't matter to him she was old enough to know what he wanted and how to please him, that's all he needed right now. He wounded if a wife could give him this same passion?

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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.