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Ruth Cowper

Change what you can, accept what you cannot, and hope you have the wisdom to know the difference.

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a character in “Mi Amor”, as played by PixieCP


Name: Ruth Cowper (pronounced Cooper)
Apparent age: Early twenties
Gender: Female
Role: Human five.

5'2 in her stockings, a perfectly acceptable height for her time. She doesn't know her weight, but is built on as generous lines as she could manage scraping a living in a family of eight. Her hair is a stunning firey gold mass of thick soft hair tumbling to her waist. It didn't use to be so long, but she wears it so as a concession to the Master and because there are extra hands to help care for it. Ruth also has heterochromia, or 'odd-eyes'. When looking at her, her left eye is brown, but her right is a distinct hazel. These combined characteristics made people suspect she was a changeling or a witch-child. Her hair is worn one length, drawn back from her open face in various ways. Her eyes are fine, set beneath clear distinct brows, thicker than the others. Her face is soft and rounded. Had she remained mortal she would have aged wonderfully. She is fair with a light dusting of freckles across her arched nose and cheeks, but nowhere near procelain. Her mouth is longer than wide, usually spread in a smile over strong teeth in good shape, although not quite even.

Ruth is vain of two things, her skin and her hands. She has fine pores and never had poxes as a child, so never gained any scars. The other is her hands, fine and small to match her little feet. Ruth carefully treats them to make sure her hobbies don't tear the nails and dry and crack the skin.


Personality: Ruth is a bright, crackling personality, like a warm and cheery fire that has settled past the roaring stage into bright coals. Cheerful seems to be her default setting, and Ruth is very open with most of her emotions. While not loud perse, she's certainly gregarious. When miffed, she waves her hands, clucks her tongue and fists her hands on her hips, putting that little more emphasis into everything from making tea to closing doors to signify that She Is NOT Amused. When happy, she has a habit of singing to herself, snatches of work songs and hymns remembered from her old life. The one emotion that she doesn't wear on her sleeve is sadness. She feels that she owes the Master a great deal, once she got over her manner of arrival in the manor (growling, wriggling, trying to make Sabine drop her and then attempting to kick the front door handle into giving way when it proved locked), and being sad is an affront to the efforts he makes to render her incarceration pleasant. Whenever Ruth is angry, or in a pet, she makes it known and then goes outside to do something productive like hacking wood or yanking weeds.
Likes: Gardening
embroidery and tapestry making
playing with people's hair
being read to
music (though she can't play)
Scrubbing pots (the shine makes her feel vindicated)

French (language, not the people)
arrogant conceited folk
overdramatic fuss
Aggression, at her or others she cares for.
Peas porridge

Skills: Everything a good village wife should know, not that she enjoys most of it.
steady hands
Archery, though her ability to hit a moving target is suspect.


Ruth Cowper was born to her parents and her father promptly kicked a bucket across the street because he'd bet a goose that she'd be a boy. Much like many babies of the period, Ruth was blonde and blue-eyed and watched closely for the next four years in case she died. Unfortunately her baby blues faded into different coloured eyes, which started talk that her mother had been unfaithful. Her parents mentioned neither it not her reddening hair. But Ruth survived to watch her mother pop out five siblings to keep her company. At age six she was a titian haired wee lass with a baby on her back and a toddler tied to her wrist with a peice of string. She grew up with a solid education in the necessary basics; keeping house, keeping children, and keeping God in mind when she wasn't being sprayed with fire and brimstone at the shack that passed for a village church. Letters and numbers beyond a score were alien strangers and the world was bounded by the nearest village in any given direction.

At 17 Ruth's parents were finding trouble with trying to marry her off so they didn't have to feed her anymore. Very few men wanted a fairy wife who would just dance off with the crops and village children one night. Thankfully Sabine then swept into town, providing a much fresher source of gossip. After a warning for his witchcraft far more lenient than he would have gotten on the Continent (Not that Ruth knew what the Continent was, more than it was the location of a barbarian people who ate frogs of all things), Sabine left town with his familiar in tow. This was when Ruth first laid eyes on him, coming down the high street from visiting a newly married friend with a baby and miraculously sibling free.

He was unlike anything she'd ever seen. So tall, taller than she'd ever seen a body! Hair so fine and fairer than she'd ever seen on a man, if man he was. Paler than a lord or an invalid, he looked to her as a fae might. And then she'd seen his eyes. So blue, so.... brightdeeplightdarkmad After that point, things got a bit hazy until Ruth realised that she wasn't at home and her feet weren't on the ground.

After the obligatory pitching of a teacup sized storm and escape attempt, Ruth sat down for a critical think. Where was she? How did she get there? And what was the way home..... Home. What was she returning to? Marrying the first troglodite to have her and popping out his children until her womb dried up or she died in childbirth, all in the hopes that at least two of them would survive to keep her in her addling old age? And here.... was different. Strange, comforting and terrifying. Better. Either way she would be in a cage. It might as well be a comfortable and spacious one.

Ruth has developed one rather naughty habit. When Sabine has bad patches, she always attempts to insinuate herself between him and the closest delicate flower, hoping to catch the brunt of things. How could she let such pretty, delicate little things get broken? They looked like a single decent push would shatter them, and Ruth couldn't forgive herself for that. She's a good peasant girl, she can take it.


Augustus: Such a lovely lad. She thought him a bit queer when she came, but he's less so now that she knows how he came to be with the Master. She can see he's got his sharp bits sometimes, but he does try to hold them in. She looks on him as an equal, at her back but also breaking the path. As someone who joins her in efforts to civilise the garden, they're quite close friends.

Kalani: She admires the woman for putting up with Ruth's enthusiastic forays into music and dance. It also gives her someone specific to grow flowers for. Sometimes Ruth feels slightly exasperated with Kalani's urge to mother, but she takes it in good humor. She envies the way Kalani can keep herself poised.

Helen: Ruth likes to bug Helen to read to her in the evenings in the library. She finds the girl very sweet but keeps a close eye on her, having discovered her tendency to bottle emotions.

Colette: Ruth worries about her, she really does. To begin with, Ruth had no idea what to do with the girl, especially when she reacted so badly to sunlight. Now that Ruth understands her a bit better, she's taken a special interest in her. She sees the girl as a frail seedling that could be something strong, given her determination for the Master. Trying to tease out tendrils of the girl's personality is a pet project of hers, though she suspects that the wee mite may not like her very much.

Nicolas: The blooming frenchman! At first Ruth was utterly flustered by him, and took to blushing and muttering and escaping out into the gardens where he wouldn't follow in case she threw a dirt clod at him. He's the root from which her dislike of the French language stems, mostly because she always had the feeling he was mocking her. Now, she parrys his whimsical advances instead, usually with whatever she has in her hands. The worst part is that she secretly likes the atttention.

Valentine: It's easy to see how some people could be put off him, not making any attempt to sweeten himself. Ruth finds him quite heartening, given his brutal honesty and strength of character. She can tell something set him off not long before the master brought him home but she doesn't know what. She find Valentine immensely helpful for many things she could try but botch and feels at ease around him. He's the kind of fellow she grew up hoping she'd end up with and the familiarity comforts her.

Artemis: He's a puzzle to Ruth, and sometimes more of a mystery than the Master. He ghosts around the house and has given Ruth a start more than once when she's turned to catch him in the corner of her eye. He always looks somewhat wistful to her, and Ruth's not quite sure what the look in his eyes, if any, is when she catches him watching her.

So begins...

Ruth Cowper's Story


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His head was pounding and he had an intense feeling of vertigo. Augustus reached up to put a hand to his forehead, feeling the familiar headache pounding in his skull growing greater in pain. An apology was supposed to come out, but it mixed and tangled with the question he asked, resulting in only a choked and strangled sound between a grunt and whine. The man nearly spaced out again if it wasn't for the nudge- or more like shove- that jolted him back to his right senses. "Huh?" He came to, a little surprised by Ruth's sudden change. What was she doing? If the woman was going to dance again, he'd happily decline the usual invitation.

It was, however, her eyes that made Augustus blink in shock.

A familiar smile spread on his lips- goofy and gap toothed in all its subtle glory- as he kicked off his own shoes and laughed to himself. This was the silliest, most foolish piece of childish games he--

"Come back here!" The man set off, running easily in the spreadable cloth, chasing Ruth around. It was weird, to run again. He hadn't done it in a while, if it weren't dashing around to and fro. He felt another laugh bubbling up and he snorted, not trying to cover up the donkey-like, country laugh he had been born with. Light giggles would not express the sheer happiness that he felt right now. It was like being a kid again. He was even bare-foot! Hah, he hadn't been bare-foot outside in.. in centuries!


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Character Portrait: Helen Fiori Character Portrait: Amara Aymelek Cayne Character Portrait: Nicolas Renaud Character Portrait: Augustus Romiare Character Portrait: Valentine Santonio Character Portrait: Ruth Cowper Character Portrait: Artemis Gael Character Portrait: Colette Farce Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Kalani Roman
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Sabine Cayne

Sabine didn't grasp the thoughts, the emotions afflicting his oldest pet. Perhaps because he only saw what he wanted to see or perhaps because he couldn't fathom such a reaction coming from his little Lark. That someone could be upset while he was so bright and excited. He looked after the dark haired man as he moved back into the room. Well, he was busy, that made sense, Sabine supposed. He'd come back later then and thank his little lark for cleaning more than was required from him. He reached down and lifted the little poppet up again, she'd run back to him after Augustus gave her a hug. Perhaps she was shy as well as mute. Of course, she'd only just been introduced to all these things, just picked up off the street. Considering, she was taking this whole thing rather well.

"Let us find the others and introduce you, yes?" He said as he carried her back down the stairs and through the halls.

Kalani Roman

After Ruth responded Kalani looked her over skeptically. The red-head didn't looked to pleased about having to remain 'calm and still' for any length of time, which the woman took to mean that she was alright in the grand sense of things. It looked like Artemis had things under control. That was a bit surprising, admittedly. Artemis, of all people. Maybe he was finally getting used to the manor. That was a good sign, his opening up. Now if she could just help Valentine out of his stiff shell. That didn't seem very likely without force, however, so Kalani thought she'd better leave him be.

Then the light haired young man began to read. The words on the page seemed to reach up and swipe him up, replacing him with some similar faced boy with a flowing voice and great amounts of inflection. His face was flushed, and he seemed to see nothing but the words on the page. Kalani decided it best to retreat again, and moved quietly to stand by Helen again. The young woman looked slightly troubled for a moment, but shook it off as Kalani neared. Curious. Kalani wondered what she was thinking. She noticed that the petite young woman had hidden her basket behind her skirts, and that made the faint creases of a frown line her forehead and mouth. Hopefully this wouldn't close her up again.

Sabine Cayne

Sabine passed Valentine and Nicolas again on his trek to the sitting room. He hadn't been upstairs for very long. "Come." He said shortly to them. He didn't want to make his speech too many more times. If he could get every one together it would make his life much easier. So to speak. Of course, he went out of his way to tell of Augustus, because he was, well, Augustus.

Then he made his way to the room again. Oh, Kalani and Helen were there now. That made everyone except for Collete. He'd find her later, he supposed. She was delicate, he could forgive her for being so little and fragile, for not wandering around. Perhaps she was still playing with the kitten he'd found. Ariel. He had a better pet than a cat now though. But perhaps the little girl would like a kitten. He had no clue what little girls liked, actually.

Once he emerged fully into the room, he stood for a moment, waiting for their attentions to be drawn to him. It appeared that Artemis was reading to Ruth. The other two were watching on. Once all the heads were turned towards him, he set Amara down again. "Look who I found." he said proudly, even though they were most likely already looking at the strange, wide eyed little girl. "She ran into me. She doesn't say much though. I call her Amara." He paused for a beat. "Poppet, there is Artemis, Ruth, Kalani and Helen." He made a gesture in said pet's direction as he said each name. Then he shifted to look behind him as Valentine and a rather pale Nicolas joined them. "And there are Valentine and Nicolas. This is Amara."

Sabine grinned widely, it was obvious that he was quite happy with his find.


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Ruth's voice snapped him out of his mussings and his eyes turned away from Amara to look at the redhead. Valentine knew that look well. Actually, he'd been on the recieving end of it a few times here and there. Knowing exactly why Ruth was calling everyone away, he didnt much linger in the living room. He took a step back before his gaze returned to the small child at Sabines feet. Shaking his head he coughed softly before turning and heading back to where he left his bird house. He still hadnt asked Ruth's permission to put it out somewhere in the garden. He grunted in frustratin and shook his head. What has gotten into him?

Hitting his thigh with a few slaps he tol himself to concentrate on his tasks. Picking up the mini sized version of their mansion he looked at the door that lead to the garden. Surely Ruth wouldnt mind, would she? The little spunky woman was unpredictable in his opinion and he was never sure what she would think up of next. He sighed and shrugged. If she objected to the bird house e could always just take it somewhere else. Stepping outside he looked around for a place of shade. He'd just spotted the perfect spot when he also noticed Artemis near the shed. He tilted his head. What is he doing just standing there? he asked himself. He looked down at the mini mansion bird house and sighed. He was doing a lot of sighing that day. Placing it down he slowly walked up to the other man. Once beside him, he just looked forward at the shed like Artemis was doing. "What's got you?" he asked, his voice low but he was sure Artemis heard him.