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Leonard Corvus

"I don't need much. Just give me a place to sleep and I'll take care of the rest."

0 · 452 views · located in Melbourneshire, United Kingdom

a character in “You Are Cordially Invited”, as played by RurouniBishi

Description

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Name:
Leonard Isaac Corvus

Nickname:
Goes by Leo

Age:
22

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Gender:
Male

Appearance:
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Leo has longish blonde hair that he usually keeps tied back in a messy ponytail. And gray eyes that look light blue in some lights. He's about five seven and weighs about 132lbs, give or take. He has the lean, but well toned body of someone who has spent years doing hard labor and isn't afraid to show it off. There's some light burn scars on the upper portion of his left arm and shoulder, from an accident that had happened several years ago. Other than that his lightly tanned skin is blemish free. He doesn't care much for his appearance, in his line of work he doesn't have the time to. His hair will always be a mess and you'll always be able to find a few pieces of hay stuck in it. His clothes will always be dirty and wrinkled and whatever skin is visible will have dirt on it somewhere. His appearance overall is scruffy and very befitting of his position.

Personality:
Leo is an incredibly hard working person who just loves to help others. It isn't in his nature to turn a blind eye to someone, even if he doesn't like them or what he is doing. He always gives his one hundred percent no matter what condition he is in. He's loyal and trustworthy, people can just tell that he's somebody you could give your money to and you'd get every cent of it back. He never seems to run out of energy and is always seen running about the manor doing not only his job, but whatever else needs to be done. He's brave, almost to the point of fearlessness and would easily kill or be killed for anybody in the manor. He considers them his family, even if they don't back. He can quite often be found humming or singing softly as he works, but will instantly stop when he notices somebody nearby, as he is very shy about singing in front of other people. With his boundless energy he finds it very hard to sit still or stay focused on a conversation, making him seem stupid when he has to ask someone to repeat themselves. But he is a rather intelligent young man who notices more than people thinks he does.

Another thing that makes people think he's stupid is that he doesn't talk very much. Not because he doesn't understand the language, but because he is always busy working and thinks that it is a waste of his time. The time he uses talking to people could be better spent working. He can be a bit of a doormat and tends to take the blame or punishment for the mistakes of the other staff. He's almost always polite and respectful, unless you've done something to lose his respect, in which case you will know. He is certainly not afraid to anger or insult someone if they've done something to deserve it. Leo does not understand women in the slightest and will not even try to. They intimidate him a little bit and gets nervous around them, since he doesn't know what to say or do. And he found quite early in life that treating them like he would another male does not work, at all.

Likes:
Working
Horses
Singing when no one is around
Bread, its his favorite food
Swimming when its warm enough

Dislikes:
Not doing anything
Fire
Having to have a conversation with a person/people
Rich fancy foods
People who look down on him because of his position

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Occupation:
Leo is a stable hand and has been for the past twelve years. Though he does whatever else he can around the manor as well. So he can do a little bit of everything. He loves his job and the family he works for and wouldn't have it any other way.

Talents:
Leo is strong from years of hard labor and can easily lift bales of hay and heavy equipment. He's quick and light on his feet, along with having excellent balance. He has a light touch and way with animals, especially horses. He can do just about anything that somebody asks him to, within reason. Though reading and writing are not his strong suits.

History:
Leo, like many, was born into a poor family. He lived in a small wooden house that leaked in the rain and nearly fell over when it was windy. They didn't have much but they were happy together. He was just a normal, energetic boy going to school, learning, and helping his parents out around the house. Until tragedy struck, there was a fire in their neighborhood when Leo was in school. Nobody knew where it started at, but several people died including his parents. He had grandparents but they were too old to care for a growing boy. So they sent him off to the Willowcrock manor as they were in need of a stablehand. For several years it was a struggle while his body built up the strength and stamina to do the work required of him. And the Linfords considered firing him. But were soon glad they kept him around. He lived, and still lives, in the loft of the stable. One very early morning he woke up to the smell of smoke. One of the other servants had been smoking outside the stable, to hide it from the Linfords and had carelessly tossed the remains into the tall, dry grass. The stable caught fire due to it.

Leo quickly rushed into action, not caring about his own few belongings. He worked his way through the stable, freeing as many horses as he could before he had to get out, or risk damaging his lungs from the smoke. But he couldn't save all of them. So he took a few deep breaths of clean air and went right back in. Most of the horses were easy to get out, save for one who was easily spooked. The horse was panicking and Leo had trouble getting hold of it. While he was a burning piece of the barn fell on his arm. At the time he didn't even feel it and got the horse out quickly after that. Due to his bravery and quick thinking, every one of the horses was saved and he was the only one who got hurt. It took him six agonizing months to recover, and the scars would never fade, but it was worth it in his book.

Years past and Leo kept proving to the Linfords that he was worth keeping. And when they had to cut the staff out, he practically begged them to let him stay. And after reaching an agreement, he got to stay. He works for pretty much nothing now. Only requiring a place to sleep, his loft, and to be fed.

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So begins...

Leonard Corvus's Story

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Character Portrait: Eliza Linford Bellview Character Portrait: Rowena Linford Character Portrait: Rosalynn M. Ann Character Portrait: Esther Linford Character Portrait: Ernest Davies Character Portrait: Peter Ambrose Shaw
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It was early morning at Willowcrock Manor, it was early spring and the grounds were full of life. The birds singing, bees humming, the tree budding with the signs of life that had been diminished all winter. That time of year that always brings the promise of new life, and possibly new love. Naturally the world outside the house was buzzing just as much as the world inside of Willowcrock Manor. It may have been quite early but the whole household was already up and moving preparing for that evenings events. A grand ball, put on by Master Thomas Linford on the behalf of his two lovely daughters. Eligible young bachelors from Melbourneshire and the surrounding areas, were invited along with some of the ladies that were around the age of the young Linford girls. To most it was just the Linfords being their typical hospitable selves. They were well known all over Melbourneshire for throwing some of the most lavish parties, and then inviting the whole town to join in the festivities. This was how they appeared on the outside, on the inside however was a completely different story.

With the over spending of Mrs. Linford, combined with the bad gambling habits of Mr. Linford they were terribly in debt. Not even their daughters were privy to the extent of the families financial troubles. Their first try at easing the debt had been to drop many of their servants, now left with only their butler, the cook, the maid, and the stable boy who had begged the Linfords to stay that and practically works for room and board. If you can call it that, he sleeps in the lofts over the stables, the Linfords of course had to step in themselves to cover the duties that the dismissed servants had left. Meaning the aristocrats had to learn to do menial tasks that they would never think to sully their hands with. The next to be limited was the girls clothing, now this was something that didn't bother their daughter Esther much, she was never one to worry too much about keeping up with the fashions. However her sister Rowena was devastated with the fact that in order to keep up with the other girls. She had to rework many of her old dresses in hopes that no one would notice that she was wearing the same gown that she had worn to the last cotillion.

The next step was to start cutting down on the amount of gatherings they were having, at one time the Linfords were having parties at least once a week at their home, ladies that had once come to call on Mrs. Linford regularly for tea were now only called upon once a month. But no matter how much the tried they couldn't manage to make up their debts, now Thomas was sure that he would be put in irons and sent off to Debtors Prison. Now his concern is for his wife and daughters, Eliza his eldest he had just managed to get married off to a nice young man, but that still left his two younger daughters, Esther and Rowena. So in a last ditch effort to insure his daughters happiness, he and his wife decided to throw a lavish ball. Inviting some of the most eligible bachelors, in hopes that his daughters would catch at least one of their eyes. Even if he could manage to get Esther married his daughter Rowena could go to stay with her eldest sister till a suitable match was made. He was also hoping that news of this would not get to one of the most powerful men in Melbourneshire a man that Thomas owed money to, Mr. William Nash. However news travels fast in this town.

So as the servants and the family flitted about getting ready for the evening, food had to be prepared so Mrs. Linford was busy in the kitchen helping Mrs Cuthboard. The girls Esther and Rowena were helping each other do some last minute work on their gowns, and trying to get decorations in order. Mr. Linford had just come in from the stables helping young Leo, prepare for the buggies and horses of the guests. Artemis the butler was going over all the families silver to make sure it was polished and in tip top for the guests, when a knock came from the door. The butler was puzzled, it was far too early for guests to begin arriving and the Linfords had made sure to tell everyone not to come till preparations were finished, they didn't want to deal with the scandal that would follow if anyone knew the family was doing such menial tasks. But as the butler it was his duty to answer the door. He straighten the tails of his coat as he made his way to the door, the bell outside began to clang just before he went to turn the knob. Whomever they were, they were quite impatient to say the least, he cleared his throat and opened the door and before he could say anything the person on the other side pushed his way through the door into the foyer. The man removed his hat, and when Artemis was certain who it was he swallowed nervously.

"Good day to you sir, how might I help you this fine morning. I'm afraid the house is in sorts right, and there was no announcement of your arrival I'm afraid, we are unable to greet you properly". Artemis said with a nervous tone is his voice as he took the mans coat and hat.

Mr. Linford must have heard the door because he stepped out, still covered in sweat and hay, he looked quite a sight indeed, but he stood tall in front of the visitor. "Artemis... please send...our guest to the study".

Artemis bowed respectfully as Mr. Linford headed into his study, "Yes, sir of course", he turned to the guest. "Sir, if you would please follow me". After hanging the coat and hat, he lead the man to the study where Mr. Linford waited.

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Character Portrait: Leonard Corvus Character Portrait: William Nash
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Lord William was not the sort of person who easily took social offense. It was rather a waste of time to do so, because slights were only a part of the game, and if one allowed oneself to get too caught up in them, one would utterly fail to miss the point behind them, as well as every other possible move in the little dance that society did with itself. Nevertheless, it was somewhat surprising to the young son of a duke to learn that the Linfords, a somewhat prominent common family in the shire where his country estate was to be found, were throwing what was rumored to be quite the extravagant party, and hadn’t invited him. Oh, perhaps it wasn’t common knowledge just who he was out here—after all, it wasn’t often anyone in Melbourneshire rubbed elbows with the actual ton, but even as Mr. Nash, as he went by out here, he was rather important, if for no other reason than he presently held the fate of that family in the palm of his hand.

One inquiry to the authorities would be all it took to send Mr. Linford, apparently quite enamored with games of chance, to debtors’ prison. This was not necessarily something William wanted to do, but it certainly wasn’t something he had great reason not to do. He was not the kind of man to lord his positioning over other people out here, though perhaps he did it from time to time in London. Even so, this conundrum had puzzled him for all of about ten seconds before he figured out what must be going on. Linford was attempting to cut his losses as early as possible by marrying off his daughters. That way, if he did go to prison, they would not suffer overmuch for it.

It was a surprisingly-thoughtful gesture, from one who gambled. Perhaps there were simply things he was beginning to regret gambling with. For a moment, William thought of his own father, and the thought turned his mouth down at the corners. In the same situation—not that it would ever arise—he had no doubt his father would leave his sister to fend for herself. Fortunately, Will was much better with money than Mr. Linford was. He already essentially supported Lizbet, and she was in fact staying at his home right now. He stood from his desk, neatening a stack of paperwork with his thumbs, and met her curious eyes across the room. Green eyes, like his.

“I’ll be out for the evening, Lizbet. Do not hold dinner to wait for me, and try not to stay up too late with that book, hm?” His sister smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back himself, just a little. He didn’t commonly do that—smile—and she was fond of telling him that he really needed to. So for her, he made the effort every once in a while, and sometimes did not have to make the effort at all. To everyone else, however, he was the impassively-faced William Nash, and this was necessary. There were images to be maintained.

Donning his coat and hat, Will took himself down to the stables and waved off the boy who rose to saddle one of his horses. It would be faster if he did it himself, and there was nobody here to care if he did. He chose the silver destrier, a younger one, but relatively mild-mannered. No few of Will’s horses were of the hot-blooded sort, because he’d found that they tended to make the best hunters, but for a trip to Willowcrock and then into town for additional business, a calmer sort was perhaps a better idea. Swinging astride, he turned her nose northward. He’d pay a short visit to Mr. Linford about the debt, and then he needed to see his business partner in the town office. And then there was the letter to write to his tailor in London
 it rarely ever seemed to end, the work. Well, it was better than doing nothing.

Upon reaching the Linford home, William dismounted, handing the horse off to the single stablehand, along with a few extra pence for the trouble and a clean stall (he was not averse to spending a little extra to ensure that his horses were well-tended), and walked himself to the front door. It was answered by the butler, and William nodded before passing his way inside. He had no wish to take up more of Mr. Linford’s time than strictly necessary, and all this posturing was pointless in front of him. He knew the Linfords’ debt as well as they did—it was him to whom they owed it. He did not even look surprised at the state of Mr. Linford, and said nothing as he was led up the stairs to the study, remaining standing rather than taking a seat.

When Mr. Linford at last entered, looking considerably less disheveled this time, William held up a hand to forestall any apologies or excuses. He’d never really liked either, giving or receiving them. “I have no intention of making anything I just saw known to anyone. It serves no good purpose to do so, and I gain nothing from your social humiliation.” And he wouldn’t enjoy seeing it, even—they were not his enemies, this family. They’d have to have a good deal more status to even qualify for such a position. “As to my presence, you may rest assured that I do not intend to stay. I merely wished to inquire how long you believe this
 process of ensuring what you need to ensure was going to take.” Will had neither infinite patience nor infinite generosity. He was a businessman, and that meant he had to look out for the interests of his business. But he was not entirely without mercy, and he would be wiling to allow some measure of time before he began exerting legal pressure on the Linfords to pay their debts. If Mr. Linford could marry his daughters relatively soon, he would be willing to wait for the ink to dry on their marriage paperwork before he started drawing up debtors’ notices.

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Character Portrait: Leonard Corvus Character Portrait: Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Linford - W.I.P. Character Portrait: William Nash
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From the moment Leo got up this morning, he knew it was going to be a mad dash to get everything done before tonight. And even then he would have the chance to rest, because he'd have a job during the ball too. After a quick bath, he threw on some sturdy work pants and boots, along with a shirt with sleeves short enough that you could see the edges of his scars through. He tied his still wet hair up in a messy ponytail and got to work. The stables were first on his list, since they would need plenty of clean stalls for the guests that they would be having tonight. As he got started, his employer Mr. Linford came in to help him. Leo accepted, but insisted that he do all the heavy lifting, because he didn't want Mr. Linford to hurt himself.

In all honesty Leo could have gotten it done faster himself, but it meant splitting the work load so they could both get more done later. So he left Mr. Linford to muck out the stalls, while he brought in the bales of hay for putting a fresh layer in the stalls. He also made sure that each stall's food and water buckets were filled and cleaned the horses that they had already. At the last few stalls he shooed Mr. Linford away. saying that he could finish himself. But before he could even get to work, the sound of horse hooves coming up the stone walkway met his ears. With a sigh he slipped out of the stables and waited by the edge of the walkway to take the horse, or horses of whoever was coming.

Guests weren't suppose to be arriving until later, so Leo wondered why somebody would be here this early. But it wasn't his place to ask. All he could do was his job. He waited as the man dismounted and then took the reins from him. Accepting the coin with a nod of thanks. He would have made sure his horse was well taken care of even without the money, but the little bit of coin was nice. Though he was planning on giving everything he had to his employers sometime soon to help them pay for things. He put the horse into one of the stalls he had just cleaned and got back to work on the other stalls. Finishing them quickly.

With his own work done, he brushed some of the hay off his clothes and hair and decided to go see if anybody else needed help. First off was the kitchen, where Mrs. Cuthboard worked alone. He knew she had a lot of work to do before tonight and wanted to help in any way he could. He made his way to the outside entrance to the kitchen and poked his head in, seeing Mrs. Linford was there as well. "Mrs. Cuthboard, Mrs. Linford, would you like some assistance?" He asked in a polite tone, tripping up a little bit on the large word at the end. He didn't know if they would want him in the kitchen, considering he still had remnants of the stables on him. But he could bring them heavy stuff from the storehouse or something.

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Character Portrait: Esther Linford Character Portrait: Leonard Corvus Character Portrait: William Nash
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Mary rolled over in her bed, hoping to grasp the sculpture body of her husband but got nothing but bedding. She groaned a little, wanting to wake up one morning and be held in his arms - Instead of him being out in the damn stables. She sighed softly as she threw the covers from over her body as she then stood up. A gasp came through her parted lips as she remembered what today was. The night of the ball - Or as her and her husband like to call it "Let's get our daughters out of our hair dance". She snickered lightly at the little name for the ball then walked over towards the bathroom, prepping herself ready for the day.

After a quick shower and changed of clothing, she tied her long, brunette locks of her up in a ponytail then walked out of the room. She didn't bother putting on any shoes, since she was in the comfort of her own home and knew that no one was going to say anything to her. Mary was smiling as she walked down the stairs but there was something behind that smile. She was in debt. Well, the whole family since she was a shopaholic and her husband had a gambling problem. When she reached the bottom step, she could help but notice that Artemis was escorting Mr. Nash towards the study. 'What was her husband planning now?' She thought with an eye roll while walking towards the kitchen, seeing Delores shouting orders out at almost everyone.

Mary smirked a little. Delores wasn't not a mean person but when a big event was coming up, Mary knew she could count on Delores to have things ready to go. Her eyes scanned the kitchen as she went up beside Delores, smiling brightly. "Good Morning, everyone. Delores." She nearly squealed at the mere sight and presence of Mrs. Linford. "Mrs. Linford, a woman like you doesn't need to be in the kitchen. Scoot! Scoot!" Delores waved her off as she chuckled. "It's quite alright." Mary grabbed an apron and wrapped it around her.

She was really fond of helping out since telling someone what to do twenty-four seven was very boring, and tiresome.

Her eyes fluttered up and seen Leo rear his head into the kitchen. She smiled towards him and would often glance at his features - Since he wasn't a bad looking male. But he was a little bit too young for her, or was he. She shook the thought of sleeping with him away as she looked up at him, seeing that he had been working in the stables. "No thanks, Leo. Are you hungry though?" She asked him with a raised brow as she turned heel and grabbed a knife, cutting off a medium size piece of bread. Mary walked towards Leo and placed it in his hand then slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Now, get out of here." She winked. "Alright, I can see you have everything under control so I'll go see what my darling daughters and husband are up to." She said towards Delores, who nodded her head and said Yes Ma'am.

She took the apron off and placed it back on one of the wooden hangers.

Mary walked past one of the hallway mirrors and reviewed herself before entering the study, knocking lightly. "Hope I am not interrupting anything important." She said softly. Her husband turned around after rolling his eyes. "No, not at all." He said as she waltzed over and grabbed a hold of her, kissing her lips lightly. "For once I would like to wake up and not see you in the stables." She elbowed him lightly then turned her attention towards Mr. Nash. "Ah, Mr. Nash, I haven't seen you since the wedding, how have you been?" She asked while walking up towards him, giving him a small hug before breaking it with a smile, clasping her hands with his as she waited for a response. "Well, I can see you guys are talking business, so I'll leave you to it." She waved cutesy towards Mr. Nash then kissed her husband's cheek before exiting the study.

Her eyes went over towards her second oldest daughter, Esther as she scrambled over there towards her. "Everything alright, dear?" She asked her while running her hands over Esther's hair and grasping her face. "What's the matter?" She asked in a tone that she demanded an answer and demanded one fast.

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Character Portrait: Eliza Linford Bellview Character Portrait: Peter Ambrose Shaw Character Portrait: Leonard Corvus Character Portrait: Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Linford - W.I.P.
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Like he had guessed, they didn't want or need his help. But Leo still had to ask, it was just the type of person he was. When Mrs. Linford asked if he was hungry he nodded, he hadn't eaten anything yet today and doubted he would get much of a chance to later. His eyes practically lit up when saw the bread and accepted it with a thanks. It was simple but he loved bread. He turned and left, wondering what he was suppose to do next. He returned to the stables and ate. He couldn't go for a swim in his secret spot, because he had to be here when guests started to arrive. He wasn't needed in the kitchen, and it wouldn't be proper for him to be in the house with the guests around. After all, he was just the stablehand.

He finished the bread and wandered around outside for a while, making sure that the plants around the manor weren't overgrown or dead. By the time he was finished with that guests were beginning to arrive and his job began. Probably for the rest of the day he would be taking horses and buggies from people. Running back and forth between the stables and the walkway. It was going to be tiring. And he'd have to do it again when the guests were ready to leave. When he got a break in his job he leaned against one of the stables with a huff. But his break lasted about ten seconds before the sound of hooves reached his ears again. And with a sigh he made his way back to the walkway. This buggy belonged to Mr. Bellview and his wife, who was once a Linford.

After taking their buggy and horses, Leo noticed a man by the door. He had never seen the man before, but he had a horse with him. The stablehand hadn't even noticed that the man had arrived. There had been too many horse hooves before. By now Leo's hair was half in his ponytail half out, and he was not the cleanest person in the world. But he didn't care if a guest saw him like this, he had been working all day, what had they been doing? He jogged over to the door and came up beside the man. "Would you like to me take your horse, sir?" He asked, slightly out of the breath from all the running back and forth.

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Character Portrait: Eliza Linford Bellview Character Portrait: Rowena Linford Character Portrait: Esther Linford Character Portrait: Peter Ambrose Shaw Character Portrait: Leonard Corvus Character Portrait: Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Linford - W.I.P.
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He allowed the stable hand to take his horse, nodding curtly. "Thank you young sir." He replied then received a hug from Mary which he returned. "It's nice to see you again Mary. It's been a long time." He said almost sadly then he had a slight chatter with her and the eldest sister before the ladies he had seen in the above window came down the stairs. He immediately took his hat off and bowed to the women. "It's nice to finally meet the legendary daughters of the Linford family. I am Peter Shaw." He saw the closest woman, a dark hair beauty which seemed to be polar opposites from the sister behind her. He moved for her hand, took it and pressed a small kiss to it. "Au chante cherie."

The woman behind her reminded him of his late wife but he wasn't going to show weakness and he was to be the nice young gentleman he was raised to be. He rose, catching both of their eyes then moved towards Artemis, a personal friend of his. They shook hands and caught up a little before he turned back to Mary and her daughters. "So Mrs. Eliza or should I saw Mrs. Bellview? How are you now that you have married? I hope Warren is good to you. You deserve to be treated well, as do all ladies." He believed that with all his heart and if the lady's feelings weren't mutual, he would never force anything.