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Alladel Bridges

An adept person, incredibly skilled as a flutist and a prominent member of the social elite.

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1)Name: Alladel Bridges

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Sharp features, wide shoulders and slim hips. Tall, but still feminine. Alladel is a being that from first glance easily could be either male or female. With a raspy voice, that is also charming and full of life, there aren't really many things that give away the sex of this being. Preferred clothing includes big and long robes, often lavishly decorated and embroidered. Hair is kept short, but not shorter than it can easily be styled. It's not at all uncommon to see Alladel wearing makeup, particularly anything that draws attention to the lips.

2)Age: Somewhere between 30 and 40

3)Race: Adept

4)Gender: Difficult to say, since Alladel both in personality and appearance is extremely androgynous.

5)Brief History: Having been born into a life under the rule of Cain, Alladel has never known a different type of life. At a young age, Alladel wished to become so good at creating and playing music, that the public would be able to listen, and for a while forget their worries. The wish seemed to come true, as Alladel at age 7 discovered that with a flute (or anything like it) it was possible to bring listeners an almost ecstatic sensation. It wasn't long before Alladel was known as a stellar entertainer, and with a lust to become even more famous, she, with the help of her parents got involved with the most prominent citizens, often performing her music for them.

6)Personality: Alladel is a person who at first seems like a blank slate, without personality almost. It won't take long for anyone to realise that below the expressionless face, there lies an ocean of emotions and opinions. If Alladel first gets started on a topic, it'll be difficult to stop again, and any discussion or debate is rarely missed. Alladel revels in attention, and couldn't do without.

Alladel is a sexually confident being, and some might even use the word 'promiscuous', as the number of partners Alladel has entertained far exceeds fifty, and these were of many varying races. There has never been an official relationship. The words that best describe Alladel would be: Inspired, curious, flamboyant and kind. According to Alladel, she only feels towards people what they're owed, meaning that there are no role-models or heroes for this person. Alladel is a strong believer in doing things for one's own reasons, no one elses. Other than that, Alladel is never unkind or anything less than courteous. Telling lies, however, is nothing new to Alladel.

7) Flaws: Self-absorbed and a day-dreamer, there are few things Alladel can keep focused on for long. Being accustomed to a life in luxury, anything less is difficult to cope with. Also, due to ridiculous spending habits, Alladel is always out to get money.

8)Talents: Music, of course. Having mastered the art of conversation, and always saying the right things have proven to be priceless gifts.

9) Does your character know of the corruption of Cain?
- Sort of. At a concert, where Alladel afterwards met Cain for a brief chat, he became so bizarre that Alladel suspected that something was up. However, it seemed more that he just had a screw loose, but in a leader, that is more than enough reason to start worrying. Alladel has a few times dared to bring this subject up in private conversation, but has continually been shut down.

So begins...

Alladel Bridges's Story

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It was dark. It had to have been made from old wood, a strong tree, Alladel thought with a smile. Perhaps one a thousand years old, one that had survived wars and famine and strife, only to be cut down, and made into something completely different. It was more a fanciful notion than actual knowledge, for Alladel knew nothing about flora, certainly not which ones had survived such things. The instrument was longer than most others of it's type, and decorated with the smallest, the most delicate carvings. It looked much like someone had added an extra part to it, since the lacquer changed hue, and intricate metal pieces wrapped the end furthest from the mouth piece. Their purpose was clear, it was to make it possible to create new sounds.

"May I try this one out?" Alladel asked the man behind the stall. For a travelling merchant, the seller was quite fat, with a patchy beard and a receding hairline. His clothing was not that of a poor man, and so, Alladel assumed that this person knew how to sell at a high price.

"If you can play, yes." The merchant replied, as he glanced around to the other stalls at the market, not really bothering to look at Alladel. This was annoying, on a rather childish level. Had his goods not been as wonderful, Alladel would have moved on at once. But this flute really was something out of the ordinary. Besides, no one liked being famous and then not being recognised. Well, at least not anyone as self absorbed as Alladel.

Playing the instrument was no problem. From the first note, it was clear that the flute belonged with the musician playing it. The melody was sweet, happy and lively, but there was also a trace of sadness in it. It was an old song, many knew the words to it, and many had briefly stopped to listen. As far as Alladel remembered, it told the story of a very crafty young woman, who tried to impress a young man she loved. Unfortunately, he loved another, and so the young woman was left burned. Alladel had always found it amusing.

"That's not half bad, that isn't." The merchant said, now smiling, showing a missing tooth or two. Alladel returned the smile, still holding the flute. "I expect you'll ask quite a price for this."

The merchant shook his head, and held up a hand, as if to signal a stop. "No, you can just have it. Belonged to me wife, she ran off with the smith last month. Couldn't get meself to break it, so I'm just happy someone will take it off my hands." He didn't seem particularly bothered by the loss of his wife, but then again, Alladel figured that since she'd run off anyway, there was no use in missing her.

"Let me at least pay you a little, otherwise I'd feel like I was robbing you." Alladel said, while thinking for a moment. It took only a few seconds to rummage through the things in the robe, and an earring came out of it. "Ah," Alladel began. "This belonged to a former lover of mine, I'd say it makes us quite even. The stones are genuine, I guarantee. She too, ran off. But not with the smith."

"Deal!" The merchant said, and the items were exchanged. With instrument in hand, Alladel then headed for the nearest inn. Such a trade deserved a celebration, even if it was a small private one. But there was no rush, and so Alladel walked with slow steps, taking the time to look over most of the market.

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Alladel had seen it. The cloaked woman, the soldier. Not the actual act of stealing though, just the aftermath. The sight of how the soldiers treated the common folk was never nice. If one, like Alladel, was of a slightly higher standing, it was easier to escape such harsh treatment, but the soldiers were wholly cruel. There was no doubt that they possessed the jobs they did because of their willingness to hurt, rather than because they sought to protect and uphold calm. That was how Cain ruled, and as a direct consequence, there was quite the many mind games being played in the court. Alladel was able to avoid most of this, being an outsider only employed there for brief periods of time. Often, he only appeared in Cain's palaces once, maybe twice a month. But Alladel was always there around the balls. Firstly, because he never missed a party unless there was a very good reason, and secondly, he was always employed to perform at these events.

"Here ya go, Mister!" The young girl behind the stall said as she held out a large cinnamon roll, wrapped in a piece of white cloth. The girl seemed hesitant, and then continued. "... Or is it 'miss' is I may be so bold?" She had a lovely face, a wide smile and full lips, eyes with the spark of life filling them. There was something mischievous about her.

Alladel smiled, amused that she had the guts to ask. Most just assumed whatever they wanted, seeing as Alladel either looked like a very masculine woman, or a very delicate man. "It's mister, miss." He said, as he gave her a coin to pay for the pastry. She laughed, wished him a good day, and he couldn't help but to smile a little more, even if he wasn't exactly looking forward to the next stop he was going to make.

Eating as he went, he headed towards the king's home. He was to pick up the list of songs Cain wished to hear at the upcoming ball. No matter how many adepts the orchestra did or did not have, they'd still need to practice. A single wrong note, and someone would get to see the dungeons. The buildings and gardens of the palace were in themselves gorgeous, a masterpiece and study in architecture and aesthetics. At this time of year, most of it would be in full bloom, so Alladel took the time to stroll around a bit. He wiped the corners of his mouth with the white cloth, of course wishing to be presentable, and then headed for the main building.

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Gideon raised a brow at the man and he shrugged, "Well if that's all you need..." He held out a hand that was winkled from the water. "I'm Gideon. Thank you for this cloak." He offered him a crooked smile. Once he had shaken the man's hand he let a hand run down one of his arms appreciating the fabric. He smiled thinking of another cloak that had been given to him by his dear Kate.

His thoughts turned sad and he pushed them away. He let out a low breath and then gestured. "Lead the way." He took a step and followed after him. He wondered for a moment why his hair was so silver and let the obvious answer pop into his head. "Magic." He mumbled under his breath and he wiggled his fingers for a moment feeling the earth move a little under his feet as the metals formed together. What a great power we have. He thought to himself as he let the metals disperse and move back to their original place.

They headed on over to the house where there was sorting to be done.


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Aly's was just about to give the rude little girl when suddenly her fellow soldier started to scream. He began to flail about uselessly letting go of the girl. Aly's made a grab for her but she missed and was rewarded with a sarcastic salute and then the girl was gone. She growled softly and narrowed her eyes after the black hair that leapt through the window. She took a step after her but Aidan grabbed her leg and made her trip.
"Damnit Aidan." she gave him a swift kick to the face which only made him cry more, but nevertheless he let go of her. Aly's gave him one look back and then ran after the girl and looked out the window. But it was no use. She hit the marble walls and let out a cry of frustration. Needing a walk to let off steam she headed on out of the castle leaving Aidan where he was crying in a little heap. He was a mess but she couldn't care less.

As she walked across the bridge that led to the great hall she came upon a man.. or a woman. Either way she knew him as a musician who played at the balls often. She lifted a hand in greeting and wondered what he was doing there. She then remembered that there was a ball coming up and she stopped in front of him and presented him with an incredibly practiced smile. "Well hello" She was still angry from before but perhaps she might find a fault in this man and be able to take him away, and so she smiled at him ever so sweetly and said "Come to pick up music for the ball then? King Cain has been picking songs all day." She told him.

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She was blushing at him and Cain thought her ever so wonderful. She was a flower among thorns. When she accepted the rose from him and slipped it into her hair he thought her quite fetching and once again had to kiss her hand.
"My dear... it is you that does me a great honour." He nodded when she agreed to tend the ball, of course she would, everyone had to come, he made a law making sure of this. She requested a song and he snapped his fingers. A vine crept up to the desk and took hold of a quill and added the song to his set list.

She walked past him and straightened the chair he had knocked over in his haste, she sat down and her skirts fanned out around her feet. He leaned back against the table and placed a hand upon a vine that came creeping up to meet him. As if it were a pet he gave it a few affectionate pats. She promised him her friends would attend and he smiled thinking to himself that perhaps he would invite them all to his quarters after the party. [b]"I like the name Rhea. That sounds like an obedient name. She sounds... perfect."
Secretly he hoped for a slip up. The evening was never any fun without any screams. "I was thinking perhaps a summer theme. We could use a little brightness and beauty." He said softly, he was looking at her but it seemed as if he were deep in thought.

He smiled back at her and then straightened [b]"Well, we've got things to do. I will see you at dinner tonight. You are invited to bring your lovely friend Rhea if you like." He offered. He went to kiss her hand again,

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Alladel had been standing on a bridge, silently watching the fish swim around underneath. He would always be mystified that someone like Cain had been able to create such a beautiful space. Perhaps it was a testament to the man's true nature? While Alladel had met the king on several occasions, he did not feel that he knew him at all. This did not surprise him, as he would have expected any king to play a daily masquerade, metaphorically speaking. Every situation would demand a new mask, every intention would also.

Alladel was not surprised until he lifted his gaze from the pond under the bridge, and saw a soldier walk towards him. Her face was not unknown to him, seeing as she was almost always in Cain's immediate presence. Alladel had always thought it a shame that she was in the line of business that she was. Sure, the musician was known to be quite the ladies man (and mens man, for that sake too,) but he had always been fond of this woman, more so than many others. He had never approached her about this, because he knew that even the slightest mistake would mean that he would be locked away and never heard from again. Every word had to be watched, every gesture, even the words one mumbled in sleep. Such a life would be unbearable.

He straightened his back, and made sure that his garments were not wrinkled or improper. As she greeted him, he bowed his head. Not enough to indicate submission, but rather respect. "Yes, I'm here for the list. Do you know if it's done, if our lord and king has time?" He smiled, hoping that his tone was kind enough, undemanding. "The rest of the orchestra are anxious to rehearse for the ball-"

He interrupted himself for a moment, and then tilted his head slightly. "Speaking of which" he began, "I hope I'm not out of bonds for asking, but are soldiers and guards like yourself required to attend too? As guests or employees? I cannot recall having seen you at the last ball, or those before."

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Aly's watched him fix his attire and she smiled brightly, was there anything she could get him for, she wondered. He always seemed to be in such good standing and always had the right things to say. She sighed softly and supposed that she might get in trouble if she sent him away to the dungeon. It wouldn't give Cain enough time to find himself someone new to take over the position of head musician. She had always wondered what it would be like to see those perfect features (as difficult as they were to place to a gender) contort and twist in pain. She wondered what he feared the most, she knew with a bit of prodding she could get most anyone to spill their darkest secrets. It wasn't all that hard really, break a bone here, cut a little there. He bowed to her and she listened to him explain his reason for being there. She nodded and said "I can take you to him if you like, he's just out in the library. I'm sure a visit from you would surely be acceptable. He spoke of a song that would like to play and for a moment rambled on about an orchestra. She nodded understanding that practice was the only way to make sure they played perfectly. After all their lives were on the line.

One wrong not and it was all over for the whole ban. She always liked watching the pressure Cain put his subjects under.

He changed his subject asking if solders were to attend and she nodded. "We are required to be there, but these last few balls on was on outside guard duty to make sure no one left early. This ear Cain has told me I must be in in the ball room and because of this I must dress up." She seemed a bit displeased about the fact but her emotions returned t normal and she turned gesturing for him to walk along sider her. "I do know each musician gets a break for a few songs. Perhaps you would like to share a dance with me then?" She made small talk with him as she led him into the giant marble hallways of the castle. She walked up a small flight of stairs and soon came upon Cain's library. It seemed quiet for the moment, other than a small annoying chirp of a bird that had flown in. "He is in there,, all you need do is knock." she told him. "I will be here when you come back to escort you out."

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Cain said his farewells to Amia and he looked forward to meeting her friend. When she was gone he turned back to his quill and murmured something. He scratched his chin and for no apparent reason a whole row of daisy's grew at his feet. He looked down at them in apparent surprise, and then taking it in stride, he plucked a candle from a table and proceeded to set fire to the happy white petals. He could almost hear the pleas for help. He found himself laughing suddenly, and could not stop. The candle dropped from his hand and extinguished as it hit the floor, and so he sat there laughing, as every mad man would, surrounded but burnt Daises.
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"I'd be happy to share a dance with you." He told her as they walked, feeling a little awkward about this. He didn't let it show, but he was a little torn by her question. He'd said yes because he really would like to dance, especially with her, but he was also terrified that she'd roast him alive (or something equally painful) if he'd rejected her offer. He chose to look at it as a positive situation. At the very least, he was to spend a short moment in time that he did not understand, or even knew, yet still admired.

The hallways were as wonderful as the gardens outside. It was dimmer inside, as one might expect. A bird chirped nearby, and the sound made the palace seem less dead inside. While the place was filled with people, everybody always seemed to exist in their own tiny worlds, passing each other by. "Thank you," he said to Alys as they reached the library. He peeked in, and saw the king, and by his feet ashes and burnt leaves. Alladel for a second wondered who in the world would be careless enough to burn things in a library, but quickly pushed the thought aside again. He wasn't sure exactly how far the king could see.

"My lord, king." He said, voice slowly raised, as if to announce himself. He took a single step forward. "I was wondering if you had written down all the songs you wish us to play at the ball, and if so, if I could have the list? The orchestra wants to be sure that we only offer you perfection." He bowed deeply, one might think that he was in danger of falling over, but he managed to stay on his feet.