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Jerome Salzin

Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.

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a character in “Veritas Isle”, as played by PrincessLala17

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Name: Jerome Frédéric Salzin
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Elf
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 225lbs
Skin colour: Pale olive
Hair colour: Strawberry blond
Eye colour: Light green

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Song: Tarnished Silver by Heather Dale



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Standing at six feet and eleven inches in height - almost a staggering seven feet - Jerome is quite slender in figure, though his muscles are lean and toned and simply lack bulk. With long arms and long legs, one might almost consider him lanky if not for the resounding grace and elegance with which he carries himself. His skin is a light olive tone of colour, and he has long, slender, pointed ears due to his elven blood. He keeps his straight, strawberry-blond hair at approximately chin-length, and always parted on the right side. He has slightly narrow eyes that are a pale green colour, almost a peridot colour, and he has low, slightly arching brows above them. His nose is pointed and has a bit of a crook in it where it was obviously broken once before, though it's not terribly noticeable unless you're up close to his face. He has wide, narrow lips that seem to be eternally curled into a smirk. Across his right cheek, he has a scar. He always dresses quite nicely, wearing fine suits, expensive leathers, and elaborate furs, depending on the occasion and the weather. He has a tattoo of a rose and a clock over his heart.

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Jerome is a sly, cunning individual with little regard for the well-being of others. He is quite selfish, only caring about himself, and will quite readily sacrifice others - both literally and figuratively, both in life and in reputation - in order to achieve his goals. Jerome values wealth above all else, and will often resort to shady business practices in order to achieve his goals. He's a bit of a flirt, frequently eyeing up beautiful women and making crude remarks, though he'll rarely actually try anything with them. He is quite haughty and snide and views himself as much better than other people. Jerome is manipulative and highly intelligent, and will happily use others to his own ends. Jerome does have a soft spot for romance, however, though he works hard to avoid ever finding himself in a position where others can learn this about him and use it against him.

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Jerome was born into vast amounts of wealth, with a father who owned many businesses across the kingdom and a mother who worked as a highly reputable lawyer. He was an only child, and accustomed to only the finest things in life. He received a fine education, and when he was nineteen years old, his father passed on the first of his businesses to him. Jerome quickly showed an apt mind for business, with the company reporting its highest numbers in years after only the first year of Jerome's ownership. His father was proud, especially since Jerome continued to finish his university-level schooling while running the business.

Jerome was twenty-two when he met Cécilie Gaudreau, who had just started a secretarial job at one of his father's businesses. He fell in love with her almost instantly, and worked hard for months to woo the beautiful blonde. He was successful in the end, and they fell passionately in love, but their relationship was doomed from the start: Cécilie was betrothed to another man, in what was to be a marriage that had been arranged at birth. Her parents had given her permission to focus on her schooling and career for a few years before marrying, since her betrothed was doing the same, but Cécilie knew she could never be with Jerome. They had a brief romance and Cécilie gave Jerome her virginity, but afterwards, she insisted that she didn't want to see Jerome any more, worried that it would be too painful when the time came for her to leave and marry. Jerome reluctantly agreed to her wishes.

For many years, Jerome operated his business. Every now and then, as his father grew older, another business would be handed down and Jerome would take over. When Jerome was twenty-nine years old, his father passed away, and the rest of his father's businesses and companies were his to inherit. Jerome managed them with ease. As the years had progressed, he had become much colder and more ruthless than he was when he'd started out, as he'd realized that you couldn't truly get to the top without stepping on a few heads. Jerome didn't even shed a tear at his father's funeral for, though he had loved him, he had grown cold and desensitized to the loss. Two years after his father's death, however, Jerome received word of Cécilie's death. She had died giving birth to her first child, apparently after many years of struggling to conceive, and though it had been almost a decade since their romance, the news hit him hard. Jerome traveled to the city where she had lived with her husband and he visited her grave site, leaving a bouquet of red roses and a prayer for her well-being.

Jerome owns a home on Veritas Isle called Dawcombe House, where he lives periodically when business in the area calls on him. Most recently, he's been staying in his island home to attend to a lawsuit pressed against him by a group of employees working for one of his businesses, accusing him of fraudulent activities and embezzling company funds. Though he was being defended by the De Larousse Law firm, he and the owner have recently had a disagreement that led to Jerome being dropped as a client, leaving him without a lawyer for the time being and in need of defense. Jerome, however, is unconcerned, and certain that if he cannot win back the business of Bastian De Larousse, he can easily find a new lawyer. He is staying on the islands until the lawsuit is handled.

So begins...

Jerome Salzin's Story

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Rhyanid smiled down at Isla when she thanked him and said that she would repay him in cookies. He loved the shimmer that he saw in her eyes when she spoke and he gave a nod. "Well, you know I love cookies, so I'm not going to say no to that," he said with a laugh. "I'll be up front if you need anything," he said, patting her head gently before leaving the back room and heading to the front of the store. Illyana spoke up only after he was gone. "You know he likes you, right?" she asked, not even looking at Isla, her gaze focused straight ahead on Rouge the entire time she spoke.

Yoranda huffed a bit as Birger lifted her up on to the chair, but giggled once she was up there. She watched Birger's sister go to help Ingrid, and when Birger asked what he could get for her, she looked straight at him and tried her hardest not to giggle. "One scotch, please. Neat. And a couple tequila shots while you're at it," she said, keeping a perfectly straight face and speaking in a flat voice, though she knew that as soon as he reacted she was going to break down laughing.

Kyle shook his head at her somewhat. "If I ever meet someone I wanna have kids with, I doubt she'll let you steal our children for your army. It takes two to make a baby, remember - they're not just gonna be my kids," he told her with a chuckle. He burst out laughing when she ate the fry, shaking his head a bit and munching on his own fries while she spoke. "I should rethink this french fry plan," he said with a chuckle.

Bastian smiled at her as she said he had probably looked handsome doing his schoolwork. He could see no correlation, but she obviously saw one and he figured it was best not to question it. He smiled as she talked about Hazel. He quite admired the young girl, what with her aptitude and hunger for learning and knowledge. "It'll certainly be interesting to see what your niece becomes as she grows older," he agreed. He paused while the waitress came, and then turned his attention back to Vlora when she spoke up again. He smiled somewhat as she questioned when he started dating. "I dated two young women in high school. They were brief relationships, though. They didn't quite share the same values I held dear to me, though. The women I met in university were more my type, or so I thought - intelligent, with similar values... I just always found that there was something missing, though," he said with a smile. He had a feeling that he knew now what had been missing - Vlora was a smart woman, but she had a strength and physical aptitude that his previous girlfriends had lacked, something that drew him to her immensely.

Jerome was still fuming over his encounter with Bastian De Larousse earlier. Things had been going just fine, and the lawyer had bought everything he'd fed him, but the damn financial lawyer had finally figured out why the numbers hadn't been adding up. He couldn't believe the way Bastian had gone off at him. He'd never seen the man so angry. Bastian was always a calm and level-headed type. Now, he was without a lawyer, and that frustrated him. He was no lawyer. He couldn't very well handle this himself. Bastian would come around, though. They always did. For now, he was headed home, ready to have some dinner, sort out some paperwork, and call it a night.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Isla giggled and nodded, "You go man the front like no one's business, Rhyan." She said and watched him leave before going back to the fish and making sure they were okay. When Illyana spoked she didn't look back. Isla played it cool and laughed, "Nah, he is just that sweet. Very sweet man that... probably is a fault. See he had this horrid ex... horrible woman... and despite her being horrible he was the sweetest. Your mother did an amazing job as raising and as a single mom to a son I can only hope to have my son be half as sweet as your brother." She said softly and gently started to let the fish into the tank.

Birger blinked and raised an eyebrow. "An apple juice with ice. Got you." He smirked and went to it. Ingrid had made her last order and handed it to the man before looking over Birger and letting him know she was going to go since her shift actually ended twenty minutes ago. Birger nodded and told her to be safe before going over back to Yora and handed her the drink. "Here is your... uh scotch clean." He said and then made her shots of ginger ale.

Dev huffed, "Well now I just gotta get your baby momma to love me and just slip them right out from under her... or have her join the army too. HA!" She giggled and took a bite of her burger when he made the comment of having to change his fry plan. It made her giggle with cheeks full of burger and she shook her head before covering her mouth to eat. Once she swallowed she looked over at him. "Mmm... you can't just joke like that when I take food into my mouth, Kyle. A girl could choke." She laughed a bit.

Vlora blinked in surprise when he said he started to date in high school. "Gasp... Bastian." She smirked. "You were dating when you were supposed to be studying. Such shame... and here I thought you were one who would have married his studies if she were to be a woman." Vlora clearly joked. "I would say sorry, but then that means I wouldn't have you and I find that kind of... sad. You know? I love you a good bit and to think some other woman would have you is... depressing." She said and blinked when she realized she really would be depressed if he were with another woman and that made her realization of him saying he loved her had to be adrenaline. Vlora cleared her throat a bit and sipped her wine.

Ingrid had waved at her boss and made her way out. She was glad she wore her outfit. It gave her more tips. The young woman made a mental note to show more skin when working if she wanted bigger tips. It was a nice and cool day. The wind wrapped around her legs and made her skirt fly a bit as she walked. Ingrid was staying at the inn till she could find something else that was in her price range.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Illyana raised an eyebrow as Isla mentioned Rhyanid having a horrible ex, looking briefly over at her in surprise before turning her attention back to Rouge. "Poor Rhyan," she said softly. "He is sweet. He was lovely at dinner last night. Very cheerful and smiley. Then again, he was always happy - I recall my mother saying what a happy baby he was when he was little. She never had any problems with him," she said softly, smiling fondly at what few precious memories she had of little Rhyanid. "But still, he does like you. It's glaringly obvious. I doubt you're in the market for a relationship right now, though, are you? What with having a young son and all," she said.

Yoranda raised an eyebrow when he said apple juice with ice, hoping that he wasn't being serious. She gave Ingrid a wave as she left and blinked when Birger brought her the apple juice with ice. "This isn't what I ordered. You'd think a bartender would know that neat means no ice," she said, huffing dramatically and beginning to pluck the ice cubes out of her drink and set them down on the counter beside her.

Kyle smirked a little when she said that she would get his future baby momma to join the army. That, he had to admit, was amusing. He burst out laughing when she had to cover her mouth up at his joke, since it was full of food, and he smiled a bit at her words. "Sorry. I guess there's not really anything I could do if you were choking, either, since there's kind of a baby in the way. That was my bad," he told her with a bit of a shrug before munching the last bite of his hot dog. "Should I walk you home after we're done here?" he asked.

Bastian chuckled at Vlora's words a bit, shaking his head. When she said that the idea of some other woman having him would depress her, he gave her a gentle smile and reached over, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Well, cherie, I also love you a good bit and I'm grateful that you didn't fall into the arms of some other man before I found you," he told her. He hoped that what he felt for Vlora was as real as he thought it was. He'd certainly never felt this way before, not about anybody, and she was so special and remarkable to him. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly before taking a sip of his wine.

Jerome was walking in the streets when he spotted a young lady in a particularly daring outfit, smirking somewhat at the sight of her. He passed her by, and though his gaze had started to wander down to her legs as her skirt fluttered about in the breeze, something else caught his eye that made him stop dead in his tracks. He hesitated a bit before turning around, catching up with her in ease. "Excuse me," he said politely, falling into pace with her, "but do I know you from somewhere? You seem...familiar," he said. What he really needed was just for her to look his way, so he could look into those eyes and see if his vision had been correct.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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When Illyana said poor Rhyan she nodded, but she never looked away from her fish. "Mmm Rhyan was always like that huh?" She laughed softly. "He is a good man... and you can tell he loves his mother a lot. It is the cutest thing ever, probably because I have a son, but still." She said and when she made the comment about her being in the market she shrugged. "I could be in the market, but if I was I still wouldn't date your brother." She lied. "My son comes first and I need this job. He can like me all he likes, but I would hope he would keep things professional." She said and let the last of the fish go before going over to the racks and looking at the fish food.

Birger wrinkled his nose. "Warm apple juice is just piss in a glass, Yora... dear god." He sighed and shook his head. "At least I have you shots." He smirked. "Here I was being nice and giving you cold apple juice. You are the meanest." He sighed and went over to help another patron. "You know the new bartender has a nice ass rack on her. Damn... too bad Birger had to go and knock up that dwarf. He looks better with that two colored eyed hottie." A guy next to Yora had said to his friend.

Dev shook her head at the boy. So he was interested in a relationship with a woman, just not right now. "Mmm sure... you have to talk to Hazel anyway." She said and waved for the waitress to get her a doggy bag. "I know you aren't looking right now for a girlfriend and hell kudos to you, but when you do I have a sister who is a sweetheart. Very loving and down to earth. Knows how to fight, but refuses to use it against anyone unless she has to protect herself. You might like her... and she will be easy to get into my army." She smirked devilishly and thanked the waitress before putting her food up.

Vlora smiled a bit and blushed when he kissed her knuckles, such a gentleman he was. "So I know you are a great boss and all, but do you have any reason why Claire is so... quiet and stern? I mean I think I am getting to her since she as nice enough to translate your speech today." She giggled.

Ingrid blinked when she heard the voice and looked up to see the elf and her happy face went a bit dull before smiling. "Nope... I have not a clue who you are. Should I? I am sorry if I don't... but I haven't been to the islands before and I moved into the kingdom down below a couple of years ago." She said. She didn't want this elf man anywhere near her.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Illyana raised an eyebrow at Isla's words, surprised by how totally uninterested she seemed to be in her brother. She gave a small nod, though. "I see," she murmured, but said nothing more, focusing her attention back on Rouge. She wasn't certain yet what the poor thing's problem was, but she was determined to figure it out.

Yoranda wrinkled up her nose at Birger, giggling when he brought her shots. "Thanks," she said, downing one of the ginger ale shots while he went to help another patron. She heard the words of the man beside her and she blinked. Was he totally stupid, not realizing that she was the one sitting beside him. She picked up her apple juice and turned her seat to face him, reaching up and pouring the drink over his head. "Knock up what dwarf, exactly? Hmm?" she asked, setting down the glass and folding her arms over her chest. "And don't fucking talk about Ingrid that way. She's a sweet fucking girl, more than just a rack. Asshole."

Kyle nodded when she said that he had to talk to Hazel. "Yeah, that's true. Gotta insist to her that she's a good thing for my brother and to be buddies with him," he chuckled. He blinked when she said that she had a sweet sister she'd set him up with if he was interested in a relationship, and he shook his head. "Oh, no, thanks. I really am swearing off the whole dating game. If love wants me, it's gonna have to come find me - and even then, I'm not gonna trust it," he said with a bit of a sigh, gathering up his garbage and throwing it out while Dev was getting a takeout container for her food.

Bastian blinked when she asked why Claire was so quiet and stern, and he shrugged a bit. "It's just her personality. She doesn't talk a lot unless it's business-related. In truth, I don't actually know all that much about her. She and her stepmother handled her father's affairs with our firm when he passed away, and she was quite friendly with my secretary at the time. The secretary recommended Claire as a replacement when she went on maternity leave, and I took her on permanently when my previous secretary decided to leave her position and pursue life as a stay-at-home mother. She's an excellent secretary," he said with a fond smile. "I am surprised that she would have translated my...speech...today. It was... riddled with language that I've never heard her even touch," he said. "Perhaps you are growing on her."

Jerome noticed the shift in the young woman's face when she looked up at him but, more importantly, he noticed those eyes. He blinked slightly, looking at her. "I'm sorry. I... must be mistaken. There was just... something familiar in your eyes. That's all," he said, and then paused. He should just turn around and keep walking. He should go home and continue with his evening... but something was stopping him. "My name is Jerome. I apologize for stopping you in the street like this," he said. "This is your first time to the islands, then? Business, or pleasure?" he asked, more genuinely curious about this woman than he'd been about anyone in years.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Isla fed the fish a bit of the food in the back and let them swim about before going in the front. She looked at the door and then at Rhyan. "Your sister is on to you. She is like 'You know he likes you, right' and 'It's glaringly obvious'." She whispered. "Luckily I threw her off with my very serious speech about how my son is my number one and I need this job, blah blah blah." She looke around. "So either you suck at acting or your sister has a keen eye." She laughed softly.

The tavern got quiet and the man who had the drink poured on him turned around and yanked Yora towards him by her collar and growled. "You, you fuck-" He was interrupted by Birger slamming his face into the bar. "You might want to let her fucking go." He growled and leaned in, "Unless you want your damn head smashed into this damn bar." The guy let Yora go and Birger did the same to him. "I will fucking get you back for that Birger... and your stupid cunt!" He yelled before walking out. He looked up at Yora and looked her over, "Are you okay?" He asked.

Dev blinked and looked at him. When he came back she stood and looked up at him, "You know... you gonna have to trust them if you want a kid out of her. She isn't just gonna marry you and give you three kids of you don't trust her." She said and opened the door, "ladies first." She smirked.

Vlora listened to him and smirked, "It seems like you are just hiring all kind of family friends." She said softly and when he made the comment that she was growing on Claire, Vlora couldn't stop the smile from getting bigger. "Well I sure hope so. Maybe if I keep bringing her food when I bring us food. Or flowers... she seems like a lady who might enjoy a flower or two." She said and looked away to think about what to get Claire.

Ingrid sighed when he brought up her eyes. The damn things were the reason she was freaking kidnapped in the first place and just caused so much damn trouble for her. She was going to invest in some damn sunglasses once this creep left her alone. "Hi... the names Pauline." She said softly. Ingrid as sure not going to give him her real name. "Uhm, yeah... first time and I guess both?" She said though she had no idea why she didn't just lie about that too. "I am going to see if the island is a forever home or just a chapter in my life. Uhm... you?" She asked, thinking that was a stupid thing to do since she really didn't want to lead that man on to anything.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Rhyanid smiled at Isla when she came out. He blinked when she softly told him that Illyana was on to him, glancing at the office door and then back at Isla. "I didn't think I sucked at acting. Shit, what if I suck at acting? My mom's gonna figure us out," he said, looking quite disappointed in himself. "Let's just hope maybe Illyana's super perceptive. Did you figure out anything with the fish?" he asked, nodding towards the empty fishtanks up front.

Yoranda was startled when the guy grabbed her, not having expected that at all - she'd assumed he'd get all sheepish and realize how damn stupid he was one he realized what he'd done. She was relieved when Birger stepped in, glaring at the man when he said he'd get them back. Once he was gone and Birger asked if she was okay, she nodded. "Yeah, just...startled. And pissed. Fucking asshole. Did you hear what he said?" she asked, huffing a bit and then glancing around the tavern at the rest of the patrons, recalling how Birger had said the regulars had been missing her, and how fondly they'd looked her way when she'd come in. She had to remind herself rather forcefully that the man's words were not the popular opinion in this tavern. The people here generally liked her. He was just one asshole - one guy who was obviously wrong.

Kyle blinked at Dev's words, looking at her. "That's... not what I said," he said with a bit of a smirk. "I meant I won't trust love. Like, if I meet some girl some day and I'm like 'oh shit I'm in love with her', I'm not gonna trust that that's actually what it is, or that it's going to work out. Obviously I'd have to trust the chick if I'm ever gonna have kids with her," he laughed. He blinked when she said ladies first, and he gently grabbed on to the door, smirking down at her. "I'm not budging until you're through this door," he said.

Bastian blinked at her comment about hiring family friends. "I wouldn't exactly call them family friends. Just that she and her stepmother were clients. I didn't even do the work for them - that was Peter, since he handles estate planning," he told her with a bit of a shrug. When she said that she hoped to continue winning Claire's favour and that she might give her flowers, Bastian smiled. "She's fond of flowers," he said.

Jerome smiled when the young woman introduced herself. "Pauline... you have a lovely name," he remarked. When she said she was here for both, determining whether or not she'd stay, he gave an understanding nod, and he smiled when she asked why he was here. "Business, sadly. I've actually never visited these islands for pleasure, though many do," he said. He paused a moment, wondering what to say next. It had been so long since he'd genuinely wanted to learn about a person. The only things he really knew to ask were the things needed to manipulate someone, and if he could keep this girl's ear, he hoped to avoid doing that. "Have you yet found a job and a place to stay? I could be able to help if you're looking for either," he suggested with a bit of a smile.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Isla patted his hand softly, he had such big hands. "Think of Victoria or someone who has hurt you. I have to go to James' father's place and do the who single life is me kind of thing. It is hard, but I don't want to lose this job..." She said and blushed hard, "or you." She said softly and looked back at the tanks. "Not yet. I am going to give them time to let the water filter through them before I see, but I am going to go look in the tank and see what is happening with that." She said softly and looked back. There was a part of the store that hid you from the front door and office. "Come with me." She said softly and dragged him to that corner. "No one can see us... now kiss me." She whispered and smirked.

The tavern's regulars clapped when the man left and shook their heads. They were just as pissed as Birger. Birger sighed and looked at Yora, "I am sorry... no, I didn't. What did he say?" He asked and moves a piece of hair out of her face and behind her ear. Freja, Birger's sister, shook her head and said nothing. The woman thought the girl was more trouble than she was worth.

Dev shook her head, "Sorry about that... I really did misunderstand." She said softly, a bit of a habit coming back from her ex. When he said he wouldn't trust if it was actually love or not. "I can't help you with that, but... I know loving someone can get you hurt... I know all too well about that." She said and then huffed. "I guess we are just going to stand he-" She as interrupted by a girl running by, the same one as earlier. "Wait... a fucking second. HAZEL!" She yelled and the girl looked back and sure enough, it was her, but she looked a good bit older. "That damn child... she has too much of our damn blood in her. Come on... you win today, boy." She smirked and headed on home.

Vlora sighed, "Well, in any case, you KNEW them before working there." She said and when he mentioned that Claire was fond of flowers she about clapped. "Oh good... totally gonna win your sec over. Then maybe she can tell me all your secrets." She joked before shaking her head. Their food came out and Vlora smiled before thanking her and looking at him. "Thank you... for he dinner and all." She said softly.

Ingrid smiled, "Thanks." She said, though it wasn't her name at all. It was the name of a human girl back in the tribe she escaped from. She nodded and looked him over, "I see." She said. The inn wasn't far away and she could start to inch that way, but she felt like he would follow. "I have a job as a bartender and I am staying at an inn for now... until I can raise enough for my own place that is." She said and smiled up at him.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Kyle Callahan Character Portrait: Devereaux Kawan Character Portrait: Illyana Menidaeus Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Rhyanid shook his head at her words. "I'm not letting you lose this job. Don't worry. I know you need this job. I'm not letting anything happen to that," he said. He listened while she talked about the fish tanks and he nodded understandingly, blinking when she dragged him so they were hidden from view by some shelves. When she whispered for him to kiss her, a slight smirk came to his lips. "Don't mind if I do," he murmured, lifting his hands to cup her face before leaning down and pressing his lips softly to hers, still feeling that same magic that he'd felt the night before when he'd kissed her for the first time.

Yoranda was relieved that the regulars clapped for the man leaving, another reminder that his opinion was not the popular opinion there. She gazed up at Birger as he tucked her hair behind her ear and asked what the man had said. "He commented on Ingrid's rack and said it was a shame you'd gone and 'knocked that dwarf up' because you'd look better with Ingrid. Fucking asshole," she said, sighing, and then a bit of a smirk came to her lips. "Besides, I think we all know Ingrid can do way better than you," she joked with a giggle, gently grabbing on to his hands and holding them.

Kyle nodded when she said she'd misunderstood, and he gave another nod when she said she knew that loving someone could get you hurt. "Yes, it's... unfortunate," he sighed. He smirked a bit when she started to say that they'd be standing here, and he laughed when she called out Hazel as she ran by. "Ha. I knew I'd win. Maybe I should be the one leading the army and not you," he joked as he started to follow her.

Bastian chuckled a bit at her words and he gave a nod. "Yes, that is fair. I was acquainted with Claire before hiring her, and many of my colleagues are old friends of my parents or people I met in law school. I'd like to introduce you to my colleagues some time, actually, if that'd be acceptable for you," he told her. He blinked when she said that Claire would tell her all his secrets. "Or you can simply ask me. I don't really have any secrets, anyways, beyond the ones I can't legally share with you due to confidentiality issues," he said. He looked up when their food came, smiling and thanking the waitress. He looked at Vlora, smiling when she thanked him. "You're welcome, ma cherie. Enjoy," he told her before starting to eat.

Jerome smiled as the girl spoke on, and when she said she was staying at an inn and trying to raise enough money for a place of his own, he blinked before starting to rummage around in the pocket of his suit. He pulled out a few different business cards, looking them over before finding the right one and handing it to her. "I may be able to help with that. I own a few rental properties around the islands - some houses and a few apartments, depending on what your needs are. When you're ready to look for a place, if you come to my office on the island and show my secretary this card, she'll be happy to help," he told her with a smile.

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Isla giggled when he said he didn't mind kissing her and when he actually did she melted once more. Her hands gently pressed on his chest and she tippy-toed to help him out while kissing back. His lips were the same kinds of soft and she still felt that tingle all over her body and her heart swooning. Isla didn't want to break the kiss but she knew it was already a risk and that he had to bend so far down. "Mmm... I still like it." She giggled.

Birger shook his head and glared at the door when she told him what that man had said. He knew some people could act a damn fool, but he was glad he could get rid of one asshole in his tavern. He didn't like their company anyway. When she said that Ingrid could do better he lightly slapped the counter and pointed at her, "You damn right she can." He smirked and Freja nodded. "Preach, girl." She smirked and shook her head. Birger growled, "No one asked the peanut gallery." He said and she scuffed. "I need no man to tell me what I can and cannot do..." She said and walked off to do orders.

Vlora smiled softly and began eating too, waiting on until they were done to talk again. "I wouldn't dare ask you about your cases unless... you know it involved my family or friends, but then again... I would hope you wouldn't defend someone who had hurt them." She said softly.

Ingrid took the card and smiled, though on the inside she was sighing and rolling her eyes. A businessman just looking for business. She had met and slept with a few in order to get what she needed but she was trying to start new and get her life on a good track. "Oh, uhm... thanks." She said and placed the card in her small bag. "I see you are a business man." She said.

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Rhyanid loved kissing her, and when she broke the kiss he was somewhat disappointed, though her comment more than made up for it and he grinned a bit. "I do, too. I'm glad. I was worried the magic would go away," he said softly, leaning down and kissing her nose once before standing upright and patting her head. "Did you want to do something after work? I... guess there's not much we can do around the city without risking getting seen by mom or Illyana or any of mom's friends... but I'm sure we can hang out at your place and play with James or something," he suggested.

Yoranda burst out laughing at Birger and Freja's responses to her words, shaking he head a bit at the two of them. "I knew I loved her," she said with a giggle as Freja walked off to get back to work. "Ugh. What an asshole," she sighed. "Thanks for stepping in, babe," she said, gazing lovingly at Birger. "I wish I had my damn lute or something. I'd play a song. Totally free of charge, too, you wouldn't have to pay me or anything," she said with a giggle.

Bastian ate quietly, looking at Vlora when she said that she hoped he wouldn't defend anybody who had hurt her family. He blinked, shaking his head. "Oh, certainly not. That, ma cherie, is what we call a conflict of interests," he told her, taking a sip of his wine. "And even if it wasn't a conflict of interests, I would never dream of defending anybody who had brought harm to you or your family. I... would be the worst boyfriend ever if I did that," he said.

Jerome smiled when the girl thanked him and said that he was a businessman. "Yes, I am," he said with a nod. "And you are a bartender. I may or may not have employment opportunities if bartending isn't quite your thing, but for now you should focus on determining whether these islands will be your forever home or not," he told her. "No use in getting settled in with a great job and a home if you're not happy with the location."

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Isla giggled and shook her head, "Well I still felt it... glad you can feel it too." She said softly and blinked when he kissed her nose before wiggling it. "Mmm I would love to do something with you after work and you are always welcomed at my house. I can cook. I just went grocery shopping the other day. Also, you know James, he is always happy to see you. You baby stealer." She giggled. "You like pasta?" She asked.

Birger gently patted her head, "Of course I intervened. You shouldn't be handled or talked to like that." He said and leaned over and kissed her head softly. "I am sorry you don't have your instruments... but you still have your voice, right?" He said and gently rubbed her cheek before going make a drink for one of his customers.

Vlora smiled softly, "Good because that would def make you the worse human in the world." She said and finished up her wine. He was such a good guy. How now she had to make him really fall for her. "So... Bastian... Mi Amor... tell me your fondest childhood memory." She said softly and played with his hand gently.

Ingrid had to press the back of her hand to her mouth to keep from giggling. She dropped her hand and shook her head. "I am sorry, but I... really wouldn't want to work under an elf. Bartending is fine with me, honestly. I know how to work the system to get good tips and I enjoy the interaction with the people I serve. Sorry." She said and looked over to the inn and back at him before smiling.

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Rhyanid chuckled a bit at the way she wiggled her nose. When she said that she would love to do something together after work, he nodded slightly. "That sounds good. I'll come over after work, then, and I'll play with your kid while you cook," he said with a laugh. He had to figure out what he was going to tell his mother if he went out, but he'd probably think of something perfectly reasonable. He still had all day to figure it out, after all. "Maybe James can do some sleeping and we can do some more kissing... and maybe some cuddling?" he said, his voice a bit hopeful.

Yoranda smiled as Birger patted and kissed her head, and she blinked when he asked if she still had her voice. "Well, yeah..." she said, narrowing her eyes and sticking her tongue out at him when his back was turned. Truthfully, she wasn't even sure what she would sing if she was just doing the vocals. She'd been at home so much lately and she'd been practicing instrumentals. She paused, looking at Birger again. "Well, then, should I sing something pretty or something fun?" she asked after a moment, a bit of a smirk coming to her lips. She knew of a rather fun song she'd been studying on piano - it was a very simple song since she was still learning piano, and she knew that a simple song would translate well to vocals only.

Bastian smiled when she said that it would make him the worst human in the world and he shook his head. "I wouldn't say the worst human in the world... but definitely a terrible one," he said with a smile. He finished up the last sip of his wine, looking over at Vlora when she started to gently play with his hand and ask him about his fondest childhood memory. He considered the question for a moment before answering. "I suppose you'll laugh at me if I tell you something along the lines of 'my first A on a test' or 'the first time I wrote an essay', won't you?" he asked.

Jerome blinked at hearing the girl's words, a little surprised by her comment about not wanting to work under an elf. He gave a slight nod. "I... see," he said. "Well, I apologize. Normally I'm quite good at reading people, but perhaps I was wrong about you. I really should be on my way, miss Pauling. The housing and employment offers still stand if you need them. Have a good evening," he said, giving her a curt nod before beginning to walk the other way again. Those had definitely been some ugly words coming out of that pretty mouth, and a somewhat jarring reminder of why he didn't socialize for purposes that wouldn't benefit his coffers.

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Isla giggled, "That sounds wonderful, honestly. James would be forever happy with you if you played with him." She said softly. When he mentioned her son going to sleep and them kissing more and even some cuddles. Could she cuddle him? Could she be that close to him and not freak out. Isla looked up at him and blushed a bit. "O-Okay." She said softly.

Birger didn't get the chance to say shit when the regulars all at once said, "Fun!" Birger shook his head. "Excuse me... who is dating her? Me or you all?" He said and shook his fist. They laughed and one man, a regular since the day the tavern opened years ago said, "Well dammit, boy... you kept her away so damn long." He said and Birger frowned a bit. "Sorry." He said and shooed her away. "Go before they end up jumping me." He smiled at her.

Vlora blinked and indeed did laugh. "Yes... you are such a... a cute man." She said softly, "I do love hearing how this all ends up in a school theme. Let me guess, you got your first kiss in school... like IN school. And all the frisky things in school too?" She joked.

Ingrid blinked and watched him walk away. She had gotten rid of him but she felt horrid on how she treated him. She looked around before sighing and hurrying after him. "Wait, Mr. Jerome." She said and got in front of him because a man like that was bound to keep walking. "I am sorry... I didn't mean to come off so harshly." She said and looked down at her hands. "Just... my past has kind of... got me bitter a bit and it isn't fair for me to have treated you in such a way." She said and looked back up at him, her eyes apologetic.

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Rhyanid laughed a little when she said that James would be forever happy if he played with him and he nodded slightly. "Great. Sounds like a date, then," he said, pausing and glancing towards the office door. "Now, I'm just gonna sneak one more..." he said before quickly leaning down and giving her a quick kiss on the lips, "and now I'm gonna get back to work." He chuckled a bit before heading over to the counter again.

Yoranda giggled when the regulars all said they wanted a fun song, and she smirked a bit when he asked them who was dating her. "I mean, I'm obviously dating you, but they all sure as hell pay for our dates, so I think they're allowed some input," she said with a laugh. When he said to go, she nodded, standing up and going over to the spot where she usually sat to perform. It was going to be weird singing this one without her piano accompaniment, but it was an upbeat and melodic enough song that she knew it would be fine even without music, so she took a moment to compose herself and then started to sing.

Bastian blinked when she asked if he got his first kiss in school, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Not inside the school. But... it was certainly at school," he told her with a smile. "Not the - ahem - frisky things, though. That... would be entirely inappropriate behaviour at a school," he told her, shaking his head a bit.

Jerome was walking away when the girl from before suddenly got in front of him, forcing him to stop. He blinked, looking down at her as she apologized and said that her past had her bitter. He raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat intrigued as to what could have happened to her that would have her refusing to work under an elf. Rather than asking, though, he simply gave the girl a nod. "It's quite alright. I really should be on my way, though. You have yourself a good evening, miss Pauline," he said, beginning to continue on past her.

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Isla giggled and kissed him back. She watched him walk off and went to take care of the tank. Throughout the day she checked on the fish. Apparently, it had something to do with the water since the fish got better in the lake water and she told her boss so. By the end of the day the fish were back in the tank and Isla was ready to check out. She got off two hours earlier than Rhyan, which was great for her since she could run and get James before getting a shower in for her and a bath for him. By the end of it both were clean, James was playing in his play pin, and she was dressed with her hair and makeup done. Now all she did was start to get the ingredients out while she waited on him.

Birger watched as she went and the regulars were eager. Freja walked up beside Birger and turned her back to Yora and the rest. "Do you really want to go down this road with that Garmold girl? You don't have to date her to have those babies. She is a child having children. You shouldn't have been so damn stupid, Bir." She said and he glared at her a bit. "I love her, Fre." He said and she laughed. "You are a damn fool... I am just glad father isn't here to see this. Mother is already so damn heartbroken as is." She sighed and walked off. Birger gripped the bar. How could he face his mother? It was simple, he wouldn't go back to her. He would show his shameful face. The regulars joined in with her singing, cheering, and laughing.

Vlora raised an eyebrow, "Oh at school, such a bad boy." She smirked and shook her head before laughing a bit when he said it would be inappropriate behavior. "Opps? Guess I am a very inappropriate person." She smirked. They were very opposite people. Where he studied she lived life outside of books. Not that it was bad, it was a breath of fresh air and he centered her down to earth compared to the men who were like her. It was most likely exactly what she needed in a man.

Ingrid blinked and nodded before turning around, "and it is Ingrid... Pauline is my grandmother's name." She said softly before she started walking once more to the inn she was staying at. It was probably for the best that she had been so harsh with the man. Maybe it was just her instincts kicking in and she was saving herself from nothing but a troublesome future. She had enough of elves ruining her life. It was time she stepped up and took charge. With that in mind, she decided she was going to stay on the islands and finally have a place to call home.

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Rhyanid spent the day working, cleaning out the animal cages and washing their food dishes and the sort. It was a work-intensive day, but he didn't mind. It was a good way to keep his mind off how much he wanted to kiss Isla again. He said goodbye to her before she left, and then kept up with the work until he was done. He decided to stop at home first to shower and get changed, since his mother and the girls were going to be at work and wouldn't see him and his outfit was covered in animal hair and he'd been washing dirty animal cages all day. He headed home, having a quick shower once he got there and throwing on some nice jeans and a t-shirt. Once he was ready he walked over to Isla's house, knocking when he reached it and then stepping back to wait for her.

Yoranda enjoyed singing for the tavern once again. She had missed this, missed the way people reacted and the cheering and the laughter and just the joy in general that filled the room when she was performing. When she finished, she was grinning, absolutely glowing, and after the applause died down she started in on another song. She was no longer concerned about the lack of an instrument, instead wanting only to focus on pleasing their patrons with her voice and her songs.

Bastian smiled when she called him a bad boy, but he blinked when she called herself an inappropriate person. "At school? Vlora, goodness," he teased with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "I would understand post-secondary school, since you move away and live there whilst attending, but in secondary school..?" he asked, shaking his head a bit with a smile. He had a feeling that Vlora was someone who was going to push him outside of his comfort zone, which was definitely something he needed in his life.

Jerome was surprised when the girl told him her name - surprised that she'd lied about it in the first place, and that she'd decided in the end to give him her real name after going to the effort of lying about it. He glanced back at her and nodded. "Good evening... Ingrid," he said softly, and then he continued on his way. She was a lovely girl, apparently with a troubled past, and though he tried to push her from his mind, he simply couldn't. He hoped to see her again, as much as he was trying to forget her.

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Isla had poured the pasta out and was letting the shrimp soak in the sauce when she thought about it. "I have not a clue. Osmond doesn't really do the dating thing, but he seems to fancy Zel. When I was going home, to the island, and Osmond was with me he must have thought if he shared his story then I would not be so darn scared of him. It... kind of worked, so to speak. I didn't jump every time he got up or something to that sort. It isn't my story to tell, but it is a sad one that shouldn't have him so closed off. He might seem friendly and opened, but there is a WHOLE other world in that man. If you think he is caring now... woowee wait till he opens up." She laughed a bit and got the pasta mixed it with the sauce before letting the noodles soak that up and cutting some special bread in slices before brushing a butter and garlic mixture on them and setting them in the oven. She gently slid mushed peas and carrots over to him with a bottle of milk. "If you want James to go to sleep you may wanna feed him while I get things ready." She said softly.

Birger blinked, "You sure you want to sleep next to me?" He asked her softly before kissing her fingers gently. "Ugh such tiny fingers. How do you even use them?" She whispered and held her hand before looking at her. "Mhmm all gone... a guard on duty got a couple more and they dragged them away. I... am sorry you had to see that..." He said before backing away from her.

Vlora couldn't help but giggle and looked over him, "I am a woman of simple pleasures... cookies and cream has to be my favorite ice cream hands down." She said and gently squeezed his hand before looking at the man who owned the place. "How can I help you two tonight?" He asked. Vlora smiled and ordered her ice cream before letting Bastian do the same and walked over to look at the bulletin board after letting the man's hand go.

Ingrid felt horrible about yesterday, even though the elf-man was a businessman she shouldn't have done what she did without even knowing him. She decided to give the card a go the next day since she worked at night and looked herself over, she had on a cute light purple dress with polka dots. Then she hurried out before going into the office, a bit nervous. "Hello." She said softly.

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Rhyanid listened to Isla's comments about Osmond, raising an eyebrow at what she said about Osmond's story. Now, he was definitely curious. "If there's a whole other world in that man, I sure hope Zel knows what she's getting herself into with this marriage stuff," he said softly, and then playfully blew a raspberry on James's cheek while Isla worked on the dinner. When she pushed over the food for James, he nodded. "Sounds good," he said, and set James gently down to sit in his lap. "We gonna eat some mush, little buddy?" he asked, getting a spoonful of the food and offering it to the baby.

Yoranda blinked when he questioned her wanting to sleep next to him, and she gave a nod. "Of course I do," she said softly. "If we're not putting in the effort to move forward then we're not gonna have much of a relationship, are we?" she asked. She giggled a bit when he questioned how she even used her fingers, and nodded when he said that a guard had come to deal with those guys. When he said he was sorry she'd had to see it, she shrugged. "It's... kinda my fault for dumping my drink on him. He was being an ass, though. Ingrid's a nice girl and doesn't deserve random bar creeps talking about her damn rack," she sighed.

Bastian smiled when she said that she was a fan of cookies and cream. "Another excellent flavour," he said with a nod. "I'm surprised. I would have taken you for a chocolate fan," he added. He waited while she ordered her ice cream, and then he ordered his, choosing to go with the black cherry tonight. He paid the owner while Vlora wandered off to look at the bulletin board, and then he waited by the counter for their ice cream.

When Ingrid walked into the office, a young woman sitting behind the desk looked up at her with a smile. "Hello!" she responded, her voice pleasant and gentle. She was dressed in a business casual manner, and was in the middle of sorting some paperwork. "How can I help you today? Are you looking for Mr. Salzin?" she asked, grabbing an appointments log and giving it a look to see if Jerome was expecting a young lady to come in this morning.

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Isla blinked, "Well if she can't handle a teddy bear then she is as good leaving him now than later." She said. James squealed with laughter before jiggling his hair. When Rhyan offered him food James happily went to it and ate, babbling away as he did so. "Mmmmaaaamamamaa." He said and Isla blinked before slowly looking at them. "So help me if he is calling you his momma." She said with a smirk. "Stop stealing my James, Rhyan." She sighed and smiled while taking the bread out of the oven and letting them cool while James continued to eat. He seemed content. "I know the kids say it a lot at daycare. I got called a dad by one... boy... made me look hard in the mirror." Isla giggled.

Birger blinked and gently scooped Yora up before going to his quarters. He gently sat her on the bed before walking away. "I guess you are right... we... should at least try... just not so fast." He said softly and came back and handed her one of his shirts before going find his PJs. "I don't like them talking about any of the women in my life. Be it friend, family, co-worker, or patron. You acted appropriately." He said. "Ingrid is indeed a nice girl, a bit airy, but she is wise. She figured out the more skin she revealed the more they will tip her. I think Freja has a thing for her though." He smirked before changing.

Vlora came back after a moment and smiled before taking her's from the man and when Bastian got his she thanked both of them and walked out with her man. "Mmm, you know... back when I was a bodyguard people thought I was the kids' mother and they were baffled how a woman of... such toughness and the way I dressed could have a prime and prim child. The one little boy I watched over got so angry one time he yelled at a lady, who was on the board of something with his father, and told him that I was a nice lady and could have all the primes and prims children and they would be better than hers could ever be. I have never felt so proud to be his non actual mother... but I always did like bodyguarding the kids more so than adults." She said softly.

Ingrid looked at the woman and smiled, "Uhm... if he is in that would be great, but ahh really I am just looking for a place to rent." She said softly and she looked a bit around. This was nerve-wracking to her since she never really looked for a place to live. It was always inn or camping for her, unless she could hook up with a nice guy or girl and they let her stay for a bit, but she liked her job and her boss and she wanted to stay for a good bit and hope that this was a place she could settle.

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Rhyanid chuckled when Isla said that Zelipia should leave if she couldn't handle a teddy bear. "Oh, I'm sure that's not an issue for her. I meant what you said about how he seems caring and open, but there's more to him. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't... you know, heavy baggage or dark secrets," he chuckled. He blinked when James called him mama, shaking his head. "Noo, kiddo, I'm not your mama. She is. See? See her standing over there, being all adorable and stuff?" he asked, pointing at Isla before continuing to feed James. He laughed at her comment about being called a dad. "That... would be super awkward. Especially for a lady. At least if the kid had called you a mom it'd make sense," he said.

Yoranda held on gently to Birger as he scooped her up and carried her upstairs, nodding when he said that she was right. She smiled when he told her that her actions had been appropriate, nodding. "Yeah... I mean, it's one thing to comment on someone's appearance, but so crudely - ugh," she said. She giggled when he said that he thought his sister had a thing for Ingrid, beginning to change into the shirt he'd given her. "Maybe we gotta push those two together, then," she said, a bit of a devious smile coming to her lips.

Bastian watched Vlora get her ice cream, smiling and thanking the man when he got his and then walking out with her. He listened while she talked about people being confused as to how a lady like herself could have prim and proper children, chuckling a bit. "It's good that the little boy was willing to come to your defense. Perhaps that's a trait he'll keep with him as he grows," he suggested with a smile. "If you and I were to marry, I have a feeling that our children would be of the prim and proper variety, though, so perhaps there was some truth to what he said," he said.

The woman smiled brightly when Ingrid said that she was looking for a place to rent. "Oh, lovely! I actually just finished updating the book about an hour ago - it has all the new listings, and anything we've rented out has been removed. Here - you can take a look at it while I get Mr. Salzin for you," she said. She opened a drawer and pulled out a binder, handing it over so Ingrid could take a look before standing up. "I'll be right back with Mr. Salzin. I'm sure he would be happy to help you further," she said before heading off.

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Isla shook her head, "Well James has decided you are going to be his new mommy now. I hope you can give him that special milk he needs." She smirked and shook her head before placing everything on the table. When he was done feeding James she gently took him from the large man and smiled before placing him in his play pin with a new toy she knew he was going to be entertained with and walked over to the table. She as a nervous wreck. "Uh... so... let's eat." She said softly and went sit down and waited for him. "I uhm... this is... I have to pretty much re-learn how to do this whole dating thing. So please excuse my awkwardness." She said softly while blushing.

Birger shook his head for two reasons, "Well those men got what they deserved, so I am glad that is handled and... uhm we shouldn't push my sister. She is a very snappy woman who doesn't like meddlers. Even though she was trying to meddle tonight, which is... out of the blue for her." He said softly and sat in a chair across from her after he had pulled it there. "Listen Yora... you can't just simply ignore what I did to you... and I think Una... she understands that. You should be afraid of me. You should hate me. I love having you back more than... anything... but what I am trying to say is I don't want you to hold anything back. If you are scared let me know and I can back off. If you are uncomfortable with anything let me know so I can stop. Freja is a nice woman, but she doesn't agree with me getting back with you. I... haven't ever lashed out like that to anyone before you came along... and it isn't your fault, so... don't ever think that... but maybe that just means you really mean something to me, more than... anyone... and it scares me that if that was the case and I hurt you... what could I do to Hae or my kids or my family..." He choked and looked down at his hands. "My psychologist thinks it is best to talk about these things out and in the open... Lor said I wouldn't be able to get the baby from Una unless I had a clean bill of mental health... and I am going to prove to her that I am a fit father." He said softly.

Vlora frowned and looked at her ice cream, "He... never got to see his tenth birthday." She said and laughed a bit. "If he was alive he would be twenty-three right now... geez..." She sighed and ate her ice cream slowly. When he talked about if they were to marry and have children that they would be of the variety and she smirked, "Maybe so... I wouldn't mind if they were smart and handsome like you, though I would like them to be able to catch a joke before it went over their head." she laughed softly and looked up at him, "you would have lovely children, though... I would bet my life savings on that." She said softly.

Ingrid smiled, this woman was so polite and friendly. If he had employees like this she definitely felt bad for how she acted yesterday. It was just that she was kind of caught off guard so she quickly put up a defense and it as so wrong of her. Ingrid took the binder gently, "Thank you." She said softly and sat down with it. She placed it upside down so that she could look at the places people didn't really want, they usually were cheaper and it didn't take long before she found one that she rather liked a lot. It was a small house, plain white, with a red roof. There was a loft for her to sleep, a living area, bathroom, and kitchen. It was perfect for her since she was only one person and the price was right.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Rhyanid burst out laughing at Isla's words, shaking his head. "I really doubt I can give him that special milk of his, sorry," he said, amused. She had a great sense of humour and he loved joking around with her. He finished up feeding James, letting her take him and put him in his playpen, and he gave a nod. "Yeah, let's eat," he agreed, and he went and sat down with her. When she apologized for being awkward and explained that she had to relearn how to date, he chuckled and nodded. "That's totally fine. I like to think that I'm a good person to do that with, because I'm pretty chill about most things," he told her. "And the food smells amazing, by the way," he added.

Yoranda smiled and shook her head when he said his sister didn't like meddlers. "Not actually push, but, like... ya know, try to hint at it," she said. She blinked when Birger started to talk about his mental state and all that, and she quietly listened. When he was done, she moved closer and gently grabbed his hand in hers. "If it's best to talk about these things then we'll talk about them. I don't have a lot to say about it, though. I understand that you weren't yourself when it happened. I'm not scared of you. I love you, and I want to be with you, and I have faith that you're gonna get that clean bill of health and the baby," she said softly.

Bastian blinked when Vlora said that the boy had never seen his tenth birthday, frowning a bit. "Oh. I apologize, cherie. I didn't realize," he said, pausing for a moment. "May I... may I ask what happened? I have confidence that it was not a failure on his bodyguard's behalf," he said. When she said that she wanted their children to be smart and handsome like him, but able to catch a joke, he smiled a bit. "Oh, but I caught that that was a joke, didn't I?" he teased gently. "Believe me, cherie... you are a strong and beautiful woman, and you would have remarkable children," he told her.

Shortly after Ingrid found the house she wanted to look into, Jerome and his secretary emerged. He was dressed in another fine suit, and he blinked when he saw her sitting there in that little dress she was wearing. How...enticing. "Miss Ingrid. Or is it Miss Pauline today?" he asked with a bit of an amused smirk. "I see you found your way here, and given that you've a book of real estate listings in hand, I suppose it's safe to assume you're in search of housing? Because I...would be happy to help with that. Would you like to step into my office so we can discuss the matter further?" he asked. He figured there was a reason she'd asked for him specifically instead of just having the secretary find her one of his agents to do the job, and he was glad that she'd come.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Isla giggled "You do seem to be chill about most things... which... at first really scared me because I thought you were just covering up until you got somewhere private and well... turned into someone totally different." She said softly before thanking him when he said her food smelled amazing. "I still am a bit scared that you have this... whole other personality, I will admit that. You can be so darn stern with the animals, so it would be easy for you to be that way with people, right? Which I mean, isn't a bad thing if you are using it in a correct situation." She said softly. "I just... I guess I have my reasons to be cautious is all, but I am willing to push them aside a bit to prove them wrong." She said before starting to eat.

Birger smirked, "Maybe... though I think she rather Ingrid be with someone else." He said softly. He listened to her talk and when she grabbed his hand he kissed hers softly. "I have no idea how you can love me, but I am going to believe you, Yora." He said softly and pulled her as gently as possible up and to him before cupping her cheek gently and kissed her back. "I love you so much, Yora." He said softly.

Vlora waved a dismissive hand a bit, "You didn't know." She said softly and ate her ice cream a bit before looking up at him and going over the bridge and towards her home. "He had Hickerson's Diseases. It is probably the worst I have ever known and it was painful for him. It started with the nerves before attacking the heart. It had gotten so bad he was put into a medical coma and... well the parents decided to end it for him." She said and wiped the tears that had come. "The poor boy was so full of life and funny... he wanted to do so much..." She shook her head and looked away from him, anything but him. She laughed a bit when he said he caught her joke and she looked back at him. "You sure are a sweet man, Bastain. Your parents would be proud." She said softly and kissed his cheek softly before going over to the part of the property that met the beach part by the lake and started to take off her shoes.

Ingrid looked up when the two came out and she couldn't stop the smiled that crept up on her face when he asked which name she was using, "I feel like an Ingrid today, thanks." She said softly and held the book to her, holding the place with her finger as she stood and fixed her dress with her other hand before walking over to him. "I... would like that, thank you." She said softly and smiled at his secretary softly before walking into his office. Once he was in she turned towards him. "I know I made you upset yesterday and I spent some time thinking." She said and hugged the binder for support. "I do wanna settled down and... I really like my job... plus what do you give a man who looks like he owns everything?" She asked and smiled up at him. "I guess my business is the best thing I could actually think of." She said and stepped a bit closer. "I really hope you can forgive me for... grouping you in a category you most likely don't belong in." She said softly.

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Character Portrait: Birger Asmund Character Portrait: Yoranda Garmold Character Portrait: Vlora Kawan Character Portrait: Bastian De Larousse Character Portrait: Rhyanid Menidaeus Character Portrait: Isla Cover Character Portrait: Ingrid Grannis Character Portrait: Jerome Salzin

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Rhyanid blinked when he heard that she thought he'd been hiding a completely different person, and that it was still a fear of hers. He blinked, looking at her. "Well, I'm not going to try to convince you to trust me. That's just gonna make you less inclined to trust me," he said with a chuckle. "The thing is, Isla... there's a huge difference between animals and people. With animals you don't have much choice but to be stern and to train obedience into them, but with people... people understand reason. If there's a problem, you talk about it and deal with it like rational adults, which is something animals can't do," he told her. "So if you're worried that you're going to hear me one day snapping my fingers and expecting you to do as I ask, that's definitely not gonna be a thing," he told her with a reassuring smile before starting to eat.

Yoranda smiled up at Birger when he pulled her up and to him, kissing him back softly. When he said that he loved her, she smiled, reaching up and sliding his arms gently around his neck. "I love you so much," she told him with a smile. "We're gonna be fine, babe. We'll have a bunch of babies and we'll be happy and everything's gonna work out," she said.

Bastian frowned as Vlora explained to him what had happened to the little boy. He'd never even heard of this disease before, but from what she was describing, it sounded awful. "I'm sorry to hear that, cherie," he said, reaching over to cup her cheek gently. When she said that he was sweet and that his parents would be proud, he smiled. "I would certainly hope so," he said softly. He walked after her, watching momentarily as she took her shoes off before looking down at his own shoes. He headed to one of the chairs and took his jacket off, draping it over the back of the chair and sitting down to remove his shoes and socks as well, feeling a bit strange about this but doing it anyways.

Jerome smiled when she said that she felt like an Ingrid, giving a nod. "Well, it's a beautiful name. I might prefer Ingrid to Pauline," he told her with a chuckle. When she said she would like it, he nodded and led her into his office, closing the door behind them and looking at her as she started to speak. He smiled down at her as she stepped closer. "I'm sure we can find some way to rectify this situation, don't you worry. Your business is an excellent way to start," he said. He put a hand on her back and took her to his desk, pulling out a chair for her and then sitting down on his side of the desk. "So, did you see anything in the book that caught your eye?" he asked.