[kivr & fireflii]

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Congratulations to Linkle!

[Tart]

Name|| Babel Matthieu Troust
Gender|| Male
Age|| Young adult (around 20)
Occupation|| Apprentice Scribe of the court.

Likes||
-poetry
-day dreaming
-fancy clothing
-adventure

Dislikes||
-Stairs
-Bugs
-Dirt
-outwardly rude people





A small bit about Babel||
Raised in a rich family Babel has always been expected to carry on and be successful. He has never had a want in his life that hasn't been fulfilled. His only sibling was a younger sister but they had such a large age difference that Babel didn't really connect to her. His parents became very proud about the position Babel gained. They always believed that it would bring him prestige and fame among the lower classes. However that never mattered to Babel, what mattered to him was the amount of reading he would be able to do and the stories he would record.


Just like a Greek tragedy||
You take command of these halls like no other
The look of authority that you hold on your face
But deep down I can read your thoughts
Your eyes show the sadness you hold
They shine with a shyness like the winter sky

[ophanimera]

Yveri
Nicknames : Evie
Gender: agender, dfab

fears; nyctophobia (dark), ligyrophobia (loud noises)
allergies; dust, mold, mildew, pollen, bee stings, ant bites
likes; reading, quiet voices, being self-sufficient
dislikes; being babied, noon-time sunlight, waking up late

positive personality traits:
negative personality traits:

notes; They were raised as an only child of two still-married parents. They left home when they were old enough to escape their overbearing parents and discover the world for themselves, instead of take the protective "the outside world is bad" mentality that their parents would wish for them to have.

As a child, Yveri ran away from their family for days on end, seeking refuge in the library to read every book on the shelves. This inspired them to become a lower class librarian, archivist and scribe, where they could remain in mostly empty, quiet rooms with absolutely no other people and nothing else but a book, writing materials, and several candles. Not to mention that even if there are other people -- they have to remain mostly quiet.

Yveri is constantly dusting/cleaning their surroundings with their tail to keep from getting sick. They bathe multiple times a day when possible to rid themselves of the built-up dust that winds up in their coat.

Job Responsibilities:
-transcribing old books onto new paper that are beyond repair (salvaging their covers for later material),
-reshelving books They prefer not using their magic telepathy where possible because it doesn't take much before it exhausts them.

Tends to avoid people because they are usually too loud for Yveri. This makes Yveri come off as skittish and flighty, although it's nothing more than a tendency to avoid things that hurt their ears.

crush:

"the first time i met her, i only met words on a page."

yveri found her name repeated in the front card of a stack of about 20 books while putting returned books back on the shelf and fell in love. they crafted an idea of who she was based on the many books she read, which varied from the historical nonfiction section to the natural sciences section and even included a few books from the arts and crafts section. this obviously was a person with wildly differing interests that loved botany, the arts, and even learning about the past. her name was amaranth. she seemed like the perfect jaupie, but eventually her name stopped appearing in the cards in the fronts of books. for about half a year, yveri whispered her name while doing their job to see if any of the people surrounding them in the aisles respond, but there were no takers. it was obvious to them that amaranth would never return to the library.

"i saw it once, and like all other names, i thought it would leave me.
and then i saw it again. and again. i realized she was a regular here
and i had never even seen her. "

eventually, yveri went to another scribe in the library and found out her address from the library's records of people with a library card. they bought a bouquet of flowers and went to her home in the city. from one of the windows, a light shone out. yveri's palms started sweating nervously at the prospect of seeing their crush but regardless, still knocked on the door. a girl about yveri's age came to the door, answered with a gentle 'hello' and yveri almost ran away at the mere sight of her. they handed her the flowers and introduced themselves and how they had found her. they asked if they might go out for tea sometime, but unfortunately amaranth, the girl of yveri's dreams was homeridden. locked in because of an illness, it was unlikely that she'd ever get out of her home, much less for tea.

"i asked her if i could come in when i found out i was at her home,
and she had said yes. we spent the afternoon talking about books
and i have to say... i think i blushed all night. ever since, i've been
blushing because she's never off my mind. i go visit her when i'm off
work, which is hardly ever, but sometimes i see her name checked out, still.
she has an assistant at home that comes over to check out books for her...
and take hand-written messages back to her from me."

yveri was eventually told that amaranth became well again, but because she works in the royal court as a messenger to the queen, it would be unlikely that they would ever run into each other again in person, regardless of how many books amaranth's assistant comes to get for her.

[Griddle]

░▒▓ Dewey

░▒▓ ♂

░▒▓ Adult Comparitive: Late 20s to 30s

░▒▓ About Them

Dewey is a younger son of a rather large aristocratic family with many siblings and cousins. Instead of depending on inheriting a family-owned business, land, or money, he's chosen to make a living pursuing a career that emphasizes things he liked most about his education: books and writing! He both enjoys and excels at his job, earning himself a position in the royal courts as a scribe. He spends most of his days copying and organizing old books and data, taking dictation, and other secretarial duties. Every once in a while, he'll let himself get lost in an old book instead (just for an afternoon or so).

Tall and amicable, Dewey is generally easy to get along with and attracts a lot of attention in his usual haunts. If you ask him to assist with something, he's more than willing to help you out! Along with his height and telekinetic abilities, this makes him very popular for getting things up and down from high places. His ability (or curse) to be constantly flustered and blushy doesn't hurt his popularity, either.

However, he is not the most alert jaupie, and clumsiness seems to follow him around like a puppy. Tripping over his own feet (or tail) is common and seems all the more likely to happen the more things Dewey is carrying at the time. Thankfully, his telekinesis has made a habit of kicking in instinctively, saving quite a bit of mess! Unfortunately, he often forgets about it entirely, and is left to wonder why he's so tired all of a sudden (with a parade of inkwells and papers floating above his head).

Despite his friendly temperament, favorable social standing, and overall success, romantic relationships have been few and far between for Dewey. Not to say other jaupies aren't interested! But any amount of flirting or suggestion they dish out seems to fly right over his head. When faced with his apparent cluelessness, most jaupies are willing to quietly drop their advances. Whether his obliviousness to this attention is genuine or feigned is up for debate, but Dewey doesn't show much interest in pursuing relationships, either.

Although, it could be that his attention is simply focused elsewhere...

░▒▓ About Their Feelings

She is the captain of the Royal Guard.

Everything about her speaks to her position. She carries herself proudly, head high and eyes focused. Her dress is embellished as needed to note her status, but always practical above all. Her voice demands respect from her peers and subordinates. In the presence of royalty and her superiors, she is the portrait of obedience.

Her days are usually spent organizing the guard, escorting royalty, attending meetings that require her attention, and overseeing (and often personally participating in) the training of those in her command. When needed, she heads special investigations or cases that fall under her jurisdiction. She is tireless, and meets each task earnestly. Breaks are unheard of, as well as attending social events (with the exception of acting as a royal bodyguard).

Her subordinates are treated strictly, with training (and mistakes) being dealt with particularly harshly. Despite this, those under her command often will speak well of her, with respect shining in their faces. She's shaped them into who they are! She pushed them to the best of their abilities. She is hard but fair to them, fights for them in the courts, and takes a keen interest in their health and well-being. The families of those lost or disabled on duty are always well cared for. She's dedicated to her duties. She's dedicated to her people. She's dedicated. She's dedicated. She's dedicated.

She is alone.

Dewey and the captain do not frequently cross paths; they are not made to. Their duties entail different areas altogether, and any encounter is brief--words rarer and briefer still. She may not even know who he is. But he has seen her.

He's passed by training sessions on his way to fetch records, scurrying between buildings, and has seen the swing of her sword, a trainee on the ground, and her armor shining in the sun. He has sat in on meetings, taking minutes, and heard her argue for the benefit of her subordinates, and the safety of her people. (He has seen her ferocity there more than with a weapon in her hand.) He has attended truly boring soirées, and has seen her standing at attention, the dullness never seeping into her alert expression.

In his quest to find new nooks and crannies to hide himself away in (to get his work done, unmolested), he's happened to spot her when she thought she was alone. He has observed, in a shaded walkway, the moment when the weight she carries sinks from her shoulders into her tired bones.

He has seen her.

And Dewey has wondered, with all of the time and energy that the captain puts into the welfare of both those she is loyal to and those who are loyal to her, whether she dedicates enough to her.

◾ ♪♫ Rose of May

░▒▓ Extras

◾◾◾ Notes ◾◾◾
• Named Dewey (Welsh; "Beloved") to match "the Endearing" title
but also Dewey Decimal System because I'm actually horrible.
• Dewey's objet d'amour is described here as female, but could be any gender, really!
(I just have serious Lady Knight problems. cwc)
• Winner may contact me about using my entry art!

[chanhee.]

-gives up- good luck to winner <3

[nervousdog]

Rechauffe

/ˌrāˌSHōˈfā,-ˈSHōˌfā/

a dish of warmed-up food left over from a previous meal

Personality here
- He's a sweet figure, the kind to give children lollipops as he passes them on the streets
- Tends to overwork himself and gets very flustered at the end of the day
- Always in a rush, gotta go fast 24/7
- Gets cold easily, likes to be covered up in warm furs or heavy hides all day
- Enjoys libraries and writing

Crush here - crushes on a chef of a royal family

[coradrawa]

Name
Lime
Nickname
Lime
Gender
Personality
Crush

[Lillybear]

Marking to watch!

[SquishyFrogg0]

J A U P L I N

ABOUT THEM:_________________Name: Percy 'Scribble' Doyle
________________________________Personality: Although being popular, this Jaupie is incredibly awkward and shy most of
________________________________the time. His clumsy nature sometimes makes him look even more so, the main cause
________________________________of embarrassed blushing is because of how clumsy they are. Being a scribe he has to
________________________________work all the time and this often causes him to over work himself and fall asleep in the
________________________________middle of writing at night. Whenever he can he will write in a journal or add to his
________________________________stories, he is very creative, thinking up new short stories and poems all the time.

:THEIR CRUSH

__________________Their crush is almost the complete opposite of them, almost
__________________polar infact, this Jaupie is elegant, graceful and never seems
__________________to be flustered by anything. In his journal he wrote: "Walking
__________________around with the other royals makes them seem like a forbidden
__________________treasure, something that I can never have but shines out to me
__________________like a beacon of light in the darkness. Surprisingly, they almost
__________________always seem to be alone, is that by choice? Do they like the solitude?
__________________Or secretly crave the attention they truly deserve?"
__________________This Jaupie has often looked the way of Percy, unluckily for
__________________him, this is mainly when he has dropped something/tripped
__________________on his own feet/walked into a wall while not paying attention.
__________________To most, this would make them laugh at him or turn the other
__________________way and walk on but for them it's not the case. Sure they have
__________________laughed a few times but mainly they have rushed over and checked
__________________If he was okay. The few times that Percy has come in contact with
__________________them is by bumping into them (literally) on the way to or from the
__________________library and although never saying more then a few casual words to
__________________each other he will always blush when he talks to them.

[Nines]

Mark