Post by silas fletcher on May 28, 2010 10:29:42 GMT -5
silas harland fletcher
[/b][/color][/size] A Mr. Silas Harland Fletcher at the dear age of twenty-one has found himself upon the most curious of situations - entering into London's most tantalizing gossip. "[/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul][/blockquote]
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W R I T E R .
name: megan
RP experience: some
how did you find us?:
age:eighteen
gender:not a boy
P O R T R A I T .
eye color: dark brown
hair color: brown
height: 6’1
body type: lean
distinguishing features: dark eyes, curls
fashion style:
M A N N E R S .
profession: a step above a common thief ,just as morally corrupt
adoration for:
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P A S T .
family:
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In the Fletcher home, love was a concept which flitted fleetingly by in the odd moments where his mother pleaded for her husband to spare her young sons or the rare days because of money restraints his father could not afford even the casual drink and would entertain his sons with wild stories from his youth. Yet, these moments never lengthened to last seldom more than a week .Soon the life they knew returned abruptly dashing away the cursory daydream of what their family life might have been. As a result of his childhood, Silas grew to consider love as something wretched and unnecessary. It furthered streghtened Silas’ staunch belief that had his parents once been capable of love that after the birth of he and his brother, the simple affection that one human being held for another cooled in the form of mild contempt for his father and fanaticism for his mother. The only form of love that Silas could attest he ever felt for another was the love he felt his younger brother. Neither had received much affection from their parents and with no one to turn to they turned each other as the only real family either of them had. In the moments during and after their father’s rages, the two brother relied heavily on each other when it came to nursing both the vivid bruises and their crushed psyche. Nothing, they had once promised, would or could ever separate them. At the age of thirteen when Silas finally decided to leave his childhood home there was no question whether his younger brother would follow. And in the often unwelcome and harsh streets of Lower London, it was each other they relied on for the strength and bits of levity to endure their new home.
A life of thievery had never been Silas’ plan but in comparison to the life which the two brother had once lead, it was decidedly better. in the beginning, both boys took menial work such as errand boys and chimney sweeps for a few pence a week that could barely buy enough food to fill their stomachs, forcing them to find other ways to find food. When desperation clouded any inkling of a moral conscience, they soon took to thievery either stealing food from the market or picking pockets until they had enough to buy food. Soon thievery became the only means which they sought to survive.
Over time it became increasingly easy for them to use any ploys to take whatever they wanted- a pound filled purse,a lady's jewled earrings, or whatever trinket caught their eye. Time after time they always followed the same ploy. A wink and a slight twitch was the signal. A harsh cough would follow, causing the slight body of the young boy to shake sharply as he stood before some unaware gentleman , his palms faced upwards and eyes beseeching. From afar Silas would quietly watch, while his younger brother delved into a pitiful story of how he was left a poor, downtrodden orphan because his father drowned at sea and his mother died form cholera in a poorhouse. While Devon spun his tale of a very unfortunate life, Silas slipped through the mass of bodies until he was close enough to pickpocket whatever valuables he could find. Another signal was given, when his fingers found the cool clasp of a purse or his fingers brushed against pound notes. Then he was gone, disappearing amongst the crowd leaving the gentleman none the wiser. Reappearing only when the next guileless passerby felt so touched at his brother‘s pitiful state to stand and listen to his fanciful stories of destitution. This was the life they had lead from day to day for nigh a year; absent of rules, morality and remorse. The only duties they held without any thought were to each other and to survive.
For several years afterward, it had been Silas’ belief that life would remain as it always had: a life of freedom with his brother by his side. However, with maturity they both saw their life in different perspectives. Silas relished the life that he lead where he seldom worried of answering to someone other than himself and was filled with excitement and intrigue. Yet, Devon soon grew tired of the recklessness of their lives- he yearned for some sense of stability, of structure and a family he had longed for as a child. As if almost in an instant, the life they shared since they were children drastically changed. They no longer shared the same flat off mayfair once Devon began his apprenticeship for an aging doctor,nor did they speak once Devon realized that his brother would no never change-he had settled comfortably in his life as a criminal. The man he had once know was altered into someone entirely different.
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play-by: simon nessman
password:evenin solace
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