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tarafından Irvine Floyd Paz Ara. 07, 2014 12:39 am"His arrows truly may they hit their mark"
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ilmarinen
Jaska Ilmarinen- Uyruk : fin.
Mesaj Sayısı : 49
Vilmar Knutsen- Uyruk : iskandinav.
Mesaj Sayısı : 72
Vilmar Lennart Knutsen
Jaska Mauri Ilmarinen
Matias Kristoffer Ilmarinen
Evgeny "Eugene" Ivanovich Arsenyev
Everett "Ezra" Aden Derichs
Irvine Terrence Floyd
Heine Eljas Ilmarinen
Elizaveta Nikoloevna Nilova /Jezebel
Mercury Alistair Seifer
Eva Simone Kjeldsen
Sloan William Floyd
Taina Iines Virtanen-Ilmarinen
Maija Elina Virtanen-Ilmarinen/Maeve
Jezebel- Uyruk : bunun gelişi iskandinav aslında
Lakap : elizaveta
Mesaj Sayısı : 99
Prudence Claudine Ainsworth
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[font face="undefined"][b][u]GENERIC DETAILS[/u][/b][/font]
[b]Full Legal Name:[/b] Prudence [i]Claudine[/i] Ainsworth
[b]Known Aliases:[/b] Pru
[b]Age and Date of Birth:[/b] Sixteen, 2nd February
[b]Gender:[/b] Girl
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Heterosexual
[b]Blood Status:[/b] Half blood, though she tells everyone that she is pure blood
[b]Known Affiliations:[/b] N/A
[b]House:[/b] Slytherin
[b]Year:[/b] Sixth year
[b]Play-By:[/b] Anna Christine Speckhart
[div align="center"][font face="undefined"][b]DID YOU KNOW...?[/b][/font]
[font face="undefined"]it is an offense to distribute classified files.[/font][/div]
[font face="undefined"][b][u]PHYSICAL DETAILS[/u][/b][/font]
[b]Height:[/b] 5ft 8in" (1.73 m)
[b]Weight:[/b] 116 lbs (53 kg)
[b]Build:[/b] Though she is a tall girl, she is not one to catch your eye so easily. She is quite thin -though not skinny- and can be called petite. One could say that her body resemblances a reverse triangle due to the fact that she has wide shoulders and a thin waist but as far as being distinguishable from others, that's as far as it gets. This blending is something she both likes and hates. Sometimes she desires to be more than what she has shown and be appreciated about it and the other times she is just glad that she doesn't have to talk to ones that she doesn't want to.
[b]Hair:[/b] Prudence has long, wavy hair that is dark brown. The roots of the hair starts straight and starts curling once it reaches her shoulders. More often than not she just leaves it be just because she cannot be bothered with such minor things.
[b]Eyes:[/b] Her eyes are slightly small, compared to her face and their distance to each other could be easily called large. They are also almond shaped and are colored hazel. Her eyes would probably be her least favorite feature if it weren't for the color.
[b]Piercings:[/b] She has pierced both of her ears once when she was younger. Back then she would always think that she was a girl that would blossom into a beautiful woman who uses a lot of jewelry and thought this was a huge step. But as she grew up and changed so much from what she used to be, this prediction only proved itself to be a child’s dream. Prudence barely wears earrings.
[b]Tattoos:[/b] Though she is not a religious person, she thinks that tattoos are a way of destroying your body and therefore, she has none.
[b]Distinguishing Features:[/b] One of the things that gather the most attention on this Slytherin girl is her eyes. As we mentioned above, the fact that they are colored hazel and have small iris', they pretty much become the first thing you notice when you look at her face. Prudence's eyes also are a mirror to her emotions, which makes other people be able to read her easily. Other than her eyes, her pale skin stands out as well. Her skin is in pink-tones, extremely white and she has been told that it reminds people of a clean page. Nevertheless, this also brings cons. Just because she is so pale, she cannot stand under the sun for too long and her skin is quite thin so that if she hits somewhere it becomes visible really fast.
[b]Style:[/b] The girl does not care about fashion or fancy things of any sort. She wears what she is comfortable with and goes along with it. This means jeans, t-shirts, buttoned down shirts, leggings, sneakers, sweaters and anything else you can fit in here. Some things to note would be that she was never a fan of light colors so you can see her wearing black, dark colors or just blue -as it’s her favorite color- more often than not. She also likes skirts and dresses but it is more usual that she buys them in hopes of wearing them one day and never finds the right time to do so.
[div align="center"][font face="undefined"][b]THE MINISTRY'S SEER[/b][/font]
[font face="undefined"]Can write a personality profile like no other with such unique perspectives![/font][/div]
[font face="undefined"][b][u]PSYCHOLOGICAL DETAILS[/u][/b][/font]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[u]Philosophy[/u]: The young girl absolutely adores philosophy by heart and actually makes searches for it. She loves to learn and if it is about the understanding the way of life, then there is nothing she will not do to get what she is looking for. The way it is, she also sees people that are also interested in it more worthy than others.
[u]Testing for reactions[/u]: Much like the first thing we mentioned above, she also likes trial and error to figure out someone’s personality. She hurts them consciously, makes them happy and just tries to figure out if what she got was normal.
[u]Violence[/u]: This is a weird side of Prudence, weirder than the others we mentioned but as it stands, she is a woman that likes to see or read of violence or pain. It is very much a guilty pleasure for a woman like her.
[u]Arguing[/u]: Since this was something she was taught from the early stages of her life, she keeps doing it. Constant search for people to just argue is something quite big for her. Its satisfaction goes up her to find someone and defend points she normally would not. She becomes the devils lawyer in a sense.
[u]Loneliness but also fame[/u]: She loves her name to be heard across the yard -but does not want to be around people herself. This contradiction makes it something hard to make happen but also easy to dream of. In the end, no reputation can be bad reputation.
[u]Music[/u]: As someone who has always been in a race, she also was taught how to play piano years ago. This is pretty much one of the things she would not be able to live without.
[u]Good handwriting[/u]: She remembers spending hours on fixing what she writes just to perfect it. Prudence expects others to do the same also.
[u]Languages[/u]: For the youngest Ainsworth, learning languages is something that she has skill on. She tries to learn everything she hears -even if they are just useless blabbering.
[u]Rivals[/u]: Many people would consider what goes against them is bad but not Prudence. In fact, she enjoys rivals more than enemies and tries to keep them. Just because of her perfectionist and ambitious build, she does everything to keep the other person racing with her.
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[u]Muggle born ones[/u]: Even though she is only herself, she hates muggle borns by heart. This includes her mother too.
[u]Liars[/u]: Prudence is a girl who seeks the meaning of life, lying is just putting a barricade infront of her. And she absolutely dislikes not getting what she wants.
[u]Shallow people[/u]: I would like to believe that this is pretty self explanatory. She dislikes those Slytherin girls with long hair but short mind, she dislikes small talk, she also dislikes anyone who doesn't have depth. It is not by choice though, just something that she is not used to and makes her uncomfortable.
[u]Too friendly people[/u]: She thinks that if there is something to be afraid of then it is the overly open people. [i]If they are trying to get close then there's a benefit, if everyone knows everything about them then they are liars.[/i]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
[u]Focused[/u]: Once she has something in her mind then she does not stop until she achieves her goal. These goals are mostly short termed as she is "waiting for the right time to create a big thing." Once she sees something she wants, she does not think of anything else.
[u]Perfectionism[/u]: Things take longer her to finish and she may be quite rude when someone is blocking her success, but in the end she tries to achieve what she sees as perfect.
[u]Bluntness[/u]: She can say what she thinks, right there too. Whether it is hurtful or very complimenting, she doesn't hide anything from the people around her.
[u]Loves to read[/u]: She loves to learn everything and research for new things or just read for fun.
[u]Ambitious[/u]: Young Ainsworth believes that she should be the best and that is it. She will try for it and for her goals, non stop.
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[u]Giving up easily[/u]: When she wants something, she gets it right? But how much is the limit? This is easy to answer for Prudence. Anything that was not forced such as lessons, she gets too lazy or simply gives up thinking she has not got enough time. That's why there are only two or three things she has completed so far.
[u]Procrastination[/u]: Delaying things can be fun... unless you are a perfectionist. Then it just becomes painful.
[u]Low self esteem[/u]: She expresses her opinions so bluntly but also gets frustrated when she gets an answer and thus, making her movements rather without thinking first. It also makes her shyer than she already is so in a crowd, she almost does not talk at all. Prudence is quite scared of saying or doing something wrong.
[u]Close-Minded[/u]: For her, if the glass is half full then it is half full. Don't even try to make her believe that it is actually empty because it will most likely not work.
[u]Obsessive[/u]: Prudence can be very into someone and just think of that person all the time. It is so big that she can make it look awkward or stalker-y, even. In fact, this doesn't even have to be a person that she is obsessed over. Grades, relationships, anything, really.
[u]Romance[/u]: This girl has little sense of romance and even more so on flirting with a man. Because she grew up with her brother and learned little of how to be pretty from her mother, going up to someone and saying them that she is interested seems easier than flirting without any progress.
[b]Fears:[/b]
[u]Failing[/u]: Pru is afraid of making something wrong so much that she often finds herself not starting it at all!
[u]Forgetting everything[/u]: She is afraid of forgetting her family, friends, herself and everything surrounding her. She wants to keep every piece of memory of hers forever, or at least try. Forgetting everything would be almost equal to death for her and it has a big, big meaning.
[u]Others thinking badly of her[/u]: Pru, wants to leave a good impression on everyone, even though it is not possible.
[b]Secrets:[/b]
[u]Has a diary[/u]: She loves writing and she does it by keeping a notebook with her, too. Every Sunday she writes some pages and leaves the book for another week. This is also her most personal item.
[u]Used to have an imaginary friend[/u]: When she was younger she used to have an imaginary friend called Devon. She would believe that he is watching over her and sends signals. Though this image is long gone, she still starts writing her diary with 'To Devon'.
[b]Dreams:[/b]
[u]Being famous[/u]: Simply she wants her name on the posters and movies and- Yeah, maybe not that much but still, she wants others to say her name when talking. In a good way, too.
[u]Finding the one[/u]: The young one not only wants to find a man to love but actually finds the "one" to keep forever. A company that would never leave and she can talk to seems just like a dream to her though.
[b]Quirks:[/b]
[u]Talks too much[/u]: Prudence is cold at first sight but if you get her to open up, then you would see that she talks like crazy. With little thinking she does when she is excited, this sometimes hurt the ones around her.
[u]Extremely tidy[/u]: If there is one thing that she is completely crazy about then it is the tidiness. She enjoys making everything symmetrical, everything being in order and just taking a fresh breath and looking at them. This holds a great space in her life.
[b]Personality:[/b] There are so many things to say about Prudence, in fact, it is sad that these are limited by words. If we were to mention them simply, we would not do without mentioning words such as pessimistic, harsh and someone who can make others believe in what she says. Prudence has her own rules that she plays by and never breaks. If anything happens that is out of the ordinary this is one of the ways she can keep herself calm. These rules also shape her life greatly and make her feel as if she has control overall. You also could say that she had her share of arrogance. It is up to a point that she is not afraid slightly of making her words heavier and up to a point that she knows how to answer when someone talks bad to her. Though this and the fact that she can easily get into arguments make her an easy target for others and may create fights, it is also to be noted that Prudence is not someone who looks lightly on fights overall. She finds them stupid, unnatural and does everything to stay away from them, which is ironic if you think of how many people she has picked on during the years herself.
More often than not she sees protecting someone stupid rather than brave. If someone is to be brave, then they can be for themselves and not for anyone else, she says. A few seconds later you can see her saying that everyone has their own lives and experiences, it is what makes us ourselves so we must act alone. This is pretty much her view of life. Unless there is a major event, Pru refuses to change her personality or her way of life or this motto completely. She is not someone that chases someone for revenge and prefers leaving everything to the past. Just for this, she could be called trustworthy. Simply, if she does not care about what you are about to say then she will not say it to anyone else. Even though she will discuss with you for hours and give advices, she will not remember it after a week or so. This may make her seem heartless to some but to be honest, I would doubt anyone would want someone who remembers every one of your secret. For this reason, some of her friends even just talk to her due to their problems as well. Prudence gives everything she can to those she feels close to. In fact, though she looks so cold and everything, once you break the ice of hers, she does become someone very enjoyable to spend time with. Everyone enjoys a good laugh, goofy things no matter how built they are and she is no exception. She loves parties as an example or making jokes -both mature and immature- but limits herself to an extent. Being in good terms with her also is not as hard as it seems at first glance.
Prudence has never been a girl of beauty nor satisfaction-only life. She thinks of herself and her femininity rather superior to those that live by such rules and never fails to tell them that she thinks something like this about them. For her, telling people how pathetic they are is a game and using their weaknesses is a must. If we are to go by this same logic then we can easily say that her relationships with others are important but not the scars she leaves behind. A scar is to improve yourself, she would say. Prudence is a quite self centered girl so its only fair to say that she does not realize her selfishness when talking. This is never a good excuse nor never works but deep inside, that is all she has.
[div align="center"][font face="undefined"][b]A MOTHER'S LOVE[/b][/font]
[font face="undefined"]is said to be more powerful than all magic by Albus Dumbledore[/font][/div]
[font face="undefined"][b][u]FAMILY HISTORY[/u][/b][/font]
[b]Nationalities:[/b] Young Ainsworth's real ancestors are unknown but just because her parents were also born in England, she calls herself English/British as well. Also her father had her learn German when she was younger so she also knows that along with English.
[b]Birthplace:[/b] London, England.
[b]Hometown:[/b] London. In fact, she barely left her hometown since she was born. She always wanted to travel but her parents only said that they did not have enough time to spend on such nonsense.
[b]Father:[/b] Simon Ainsworth, 52, works in the Ministry of Magic.
[b]Mother:[/b] Sylvia Ainsworth, 47, Lawyer.
[b]Siblings:[/b] Philip Ainsworth, 23, unemployed.
[b]Pets:[/b] Prudence has a black cat called [i]Henneiken[/i]. The name was picked randomly but she loves that aspect of it the most.
[b]History:[/b] Ainsworth family is not what you would expect at all. Through the years the family has given amazing caution to keep the blood safe and pure and worked hard to maintain it. They would marry their own children, try to be elitists like their ancestors. The family would have brides from other countries just to give their sons what they deserve. One could not say that this has always worked, however. The amount of inbreeds resulted in squids, disabled or dead children and eventually the family started getting smaller and smaller as the time passed on. Simon Ainsworth was one of the few who lived. This information was gathered from what their ancestors have written, though it is to keep in mind that there is no real way to say whose nationality comes from where or who is actually inbred as there are no records of such things. Being a successful Ravenclaw graduate, Simon is actually the first one in family to marry a muggle and first one to bring shame along with it. Though as his parents were deceased at this point -from a house fire, only two children survived from it whereas their parents and the other sibling did not make it alive- this shame was only visible to himself. He married Sylvia Seymour, who is a regular woman studying in order to be a lawyer. And soon after, they had had Philip and Prudence.
Prudence's life was not as easy as expected, according to her. Her father who was still slightly old fashioned had wanted a second son who would keep his legacy going instead of a girl who will eventually take someone else’s surname and betray her family. Prudence, however, was never satisfied as being regarded as an object and never feared of raising her voice or expressing her opinions. They barely seemed to work so there's also that. The only person who would act like he knows her would be her brother so they maintained a strong bond, until he started his education in Hogwarts. As any alone girl at earlier stages would do, she started giving out her attention to other things than her family. So she gave up on her extremely passive mother and her oppressive father for becoming the best of her. She studied more than any child would and took lessons of many things at once, in hopes of satisfying her parents. When they pretended as if they did not see these, she kept pushing her boundaries but hid her sharp tongue no more. Even though she said big words to her father, Simon had never seemed to hurt her or even think of such thing. If we are to look from this aspect, we could say that he was not a truly evil man in the end. He just did what he was taught to. He was not black and white, he loved his daughter but only showed it in a different way. And this way, caused Prudence to be someone who lacks self-esteem but shows her anger when needed.
When she was accepted to Hogwarts, being away from her hometown seemed to change everything. When she had had the sorting hat on her head, she could not think of anything but the stories she had heard about Slytherin and unconsciously wanted to be a part of it. The hat had wanted her as a Ravenclaw, like her father and brother was but did not deny her request either. Though to this day, she still wonders if this was the right path to take. There is nothing she regrets in her mind but only the ones that she considers to be right. For all she knows, maybe she only wanted a part of her to be black and white environment and forget everything else. Her personality and background being also suited for it may also have created an impact, of course.
Before this, she had had private lessons at its best. That is why she did not get along with anyone during her first few years and stayed as a ghost to many other students. She refused to speak but listen, wanted to blend it yet stood too far away for that to happen and in the end it all came down to loneliness. Prudence Ainsworth took that by pride. She tried to put herself more in front of everything after that, trying to blend in way better. Eventually, after grinding up harshly, she made it and had her name spread. Not by much though, no, but enough. This Slytherin girl learned how to start her life by herself, by learning not to criticize everything that is in a silver plate. Philip was long gone when she had an interest in communication. Thinking of that, she has also always wondered what kind of a student he was. Was he an ambitious one much like her or just a boy of entertainment? Either way, the long letters with philosophy proves that they have very similar features, still.
And this sums up the short summary of her life, more or less. The author is sure that more could be added as the time passes on. But honestly, she or he thinks that it is better to write than state beforehand.
[div align="center"][font face="undefined"][b]THERE'S AN OMNIPOTENT SEER[/b][/font]
[font face="undefined"]it's you, the writer who is the seer! [/font][/div]
[font face="undefined"][b][u]OOC PROFILE[/u][/b][/font]
[b]Your Name:[/b] People call me [i]Platinum[/i] more often than not, so I'd go with that.
[b]Your Age:[/b] Eighteen.
[b]Time Zone:[/b] -
[b]Contacts:[/b] Personal messages are fine. Though I wouldn't mind giving my skype if asked.
[b]How you found this site:[/b] RPG-Directory.
[b]Notes:[/b] I just wanted to add this here to mention that I have been writing in another language for [i]nine years[/i] (since February 2006 to be spesific) but this is pretty much a first try on English. I do not claim to be perfect at it as I pretty much learned it myself. Also I write in American English rather than British English but I don't know if that would be a problem?
[b]Role Play Sample:[/b]
[u]Contains bad language[/u] (very slightly)
Also this is all a first-post rather than few different posts. I just played around with the time a little bit and flashforwarded a few times to prevent it from being too long.
Norway
28th July
Knutsen Manor
Celebration of Ylva Jørgensen & Vilmar Knutsen's Betrothal
[b]"I do not want her, mother."
"You do not want anyone other than your whores. If only your father had lived long enough to see this day, he would be ashamed of his own son. Look at yourself for a second."
"My father does still live. Don't talk about incapable ones badly. Have you lost your humanity along with your beauty as well, woman?"[/b]
Young Knutsen was sitting on the old sofa, not looking like he will move anytime soon. The mansions living room was unexpectedly bright. In fact it was so bright with its decorations of furs, oak tree made furniture’s and vanilla candles floating around, the only dark thing you would notice was our Goodman’s shadow. Vilmar's eyes -which were colored after ice- were watching his mother’s movements in the tiny room. She was going from one place to another, placing pictures, setting everything right and was always in a panic. Despite his words, he would think that she had always looked like a porcelain doll. And right now what he was seeing was a girl’s toy under heavy rain and wind. Her skirt flew around with every one of her fast action and showed her skin which her stem green covered. She acted so busy and pretended that her son did not say a word to her. She had done this when he talked about someone named Lucy, when he said he never wanted to take lessons and also when he had said he wanted freedom. None of them had seemed to create a major impact so far nor hurt her and this would also not. Astrid never tried to be a good mother anyway. She would hit her son when he expressed his opinions and tried to manipulate him into her way of thought many times. Vilmar, who was smarter than she thought, never seemed to adapt to this new style. And no more later than his fifteenth birthday, he rebelled like the Americans that went against British. Independency here was way more unimportant but also what shaped this boy’s life.
His plan had worked and he started educating himself by experimenting. Goodman Knutsen became even less important through the years and became a normal child who was a teenager. He felt like a teen, acted like one though was never as close minded in his world. This new world had granted him many benefits as well as caused many regrets as well. Vilmar was a boy that was transitioning to a man at the age of sixteen. He held so much potential. Nevertheless he had also darkness in himself and this was confirmed. This was one of the examples why his mother had believed that he needs a violet in his life. An untouched woman, a hope and someone for him to take care of would solve all his problems in his eyes. Ylva, was what his mother had always dreamed of, except that the bride was no maiden either. [i]Oh holy Faith[/i], he would remember from a story he had read when he was young. [i]Look up to Heaven and resist the Wicked One!*[/i]
***[b]
"And this, you see, is Ylva Jørgensen, soon to be Ylva Knutsen."[/b]
Eyes of ice of his, stared at her for a brief second without his body reacting to what he had heard. She was pretty alright, more than he had expected or deserved too. But what bothered the young boy was that she seemed so out of place of everything. The celebrations of such marriage or betrothal did not seem to interest her, Vilmar did not seem to catch her attention either and nor did the butler of this mansion breaking the glass which had punch in it a few meters away from them. She looked at her with her familiar face, gazing into his soul and exploring every part of his mind. It bothered the young Knutsen so much that he desired her to be his. How could you want someone to be yours when it is clear that you are marrying that person? He did. He wanted the impossible and her to give everything she has to him. This second seemed so long that it even catched his mother’s eye and made her poke his shoulder softly from his back. Only then his pale hand grabbed equally pale ones of hers and placed a kiss on it, gently. He hated her for everything. He wanted his Lucy right there. Lucy was just a tool sometimes, he was required to repair but never there in need of help. Vilmar's so called special friend of three years had no idea of what was going on right now in the mansion of Knutsen.
Ylva Knutsen was wearing a dark blue dress which was strapless and had diamonds that were placed like an "S" that started between her breasts and wrapped her thin waist. The shape later went onto her back, moving around the edges of the dress and ended up on the front, close to her thigh. Quite formal it was, though so was his clothing. They did not look like a husband and a wife though. At the age of eighteen, no one would even look like a proper couple. Vilmar wondered if she was raised so high class that she would be no fun, thus boring him to the very end or raised as someone who was supposed to be like that but was not like him. He hoped for the second one and prayed that the reason she was exchanging rings with her was because she was not who she was supposed to be. He wanted to sway her mind if they were stuck together for at least five years. He was quite an anarchist though and it was obvious that this would affect their relationship.
The boy only lowered her hand which he was holding and returned to his mother. He acted, knowing Astrid would never say no to gentle ones. [b]"Now, would you [i]kindly [/i]spare us some time from so that I can show her around?"[/b] He watched as his mother nodded.
***
The groom took her bride to one of the back rooms in first floor, which were not so far away considering the big hall where everyone is was only a few rooms away. Room 105 was written on the door that they had entered. The room was small, dark and only had a bookcase which the only books on it were burned a couple decades ago. He was talking to her soon-to-be-wife and kind of blabbering around. Vilmar had mentioned such things like how he hoped the night was not cold and how he had found this room when he was only five and stuff like that. The Knutsen boy, pushed the bookcase to reveal a new door which was only wooden and opened it to their well-maintained garden. It has to be a secret, he said and later added: Because no one wants to people living how they want! He was right on this one, too. If you were a child of high society then you would not have fun because your clothes would get dirty, you would sweat and other minor things. His childish simplicity came from this at that moment. He had no idea what Ylva was thinking when they started breathing the fresh air instead of auras. The garden had had few young oak trees, some flowers but none were too fancy. Knutsen's never did brag about their mansion nor treated themselves as important people. They were normal people living a dream, except his father. It was so that Vilmar's father was a man of pride and honor before he got ill and soon got unable to even move. That was three years ago and even today, he would call Vilmar "the boy who delivers the mails in the alley of Diagon."
Now there he was, a copy of his father’s resemblance, standing before Knutsen's bride. He had stopped holding her hand -both figuratively and literally- long ago. Now it was just two of them, facing each other and finding no words to say. What do you like, Ylva, he could ask. Do you even know my name or the surname you will be getting? Instead his words shaped on their own and came out like this. [b]"Do you believe in fate?"[/b] His eyes turned to the starts, looked at them as if he was trying to see a resemblance to this situation and gave up not long after. Iced eyes of his showed his disappoint clearly.
[b]"I mean, I don't believe in it. Everything is a choice, must be one, right? Yet here we are."[/b] His last words got mixed with the music from the hall, though still were clear to understand. [b]"I had told my mother to do herself instead of marrying her son, thinking that would be a good answer and a choice. I mean I don't even know you. This is weird."[/b] His accent got harsher and harsher as he spoke but his words had still a gentleman’s tone, though he had lost his kindness. Vilmar had never been good with words and he was even worse with things that required attention. One thing he was good at was speaking his mind though. He assumed she could do the same and so, asked her the same.[b] "So, why are you actually here or what was your take on it, Ylva?"[/b]
*Quote from Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne.
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