Rousseau, Samar
May 5, 2013 20:13:08 GMT -5
Post by Caissa on May 5, 2013 20:13:08 GMT -5
SAMAR ROUSSEAU
Nickname - Sam
Gender - Male [ concealed female ]
Age - Eighteen
Birthday - April 1, 1521
Noble House - Rousseau
Skills - Scholarship, calligraphy, scribing, librarianship, translating/transcribing, archery, equestrian skills, tracking, survival
Play By - Anjali Jay
Immediate Family Members - Gareth Rousseau [ Uncle ], Hadrian Amindar [ Grandfather ]
Personality
At first glance, Samar is a youth of average height and slight build, bearing a cap of black hair and eyes that reveal his desert nomad heritage. The dusky skin and gift of archery are further inheritances along those lines.
Samar is a quiet, studious and diligent youth, spending most of his time in assisting Master Gareth with his instruction at the University. While not an official student himself, it is rare not to see him trotting across the campus with a load of books or a basket of supplies for the Master. Those who have been attending the University cannot remember a time when the soft-spoken, humble and diffident lad wasn't there; he seems to be everywhere, hear everything and know how to get those dusky hands on anything a Master might need or a student might desire.
He's a helpful soul, glad to provide directions for a lost student or navigate the maze-like Library and repository. While not necessarily a cheerful sort, Samar is an avid reader, a practiced calligrapher and often stands as scribe for Master Gareth, to whom he is unshakably loyal. Any word spoken against Master Gareth is likely to draw a fierce glare, sharp words or a firmly applied balled fist to the gut. Usually such chastisement needs only to be administered once. Despite that, Samar is almost withdrawn when around the nobility, keeping eyes lowered and mouth firmly closed. Mixed-breed children are seldom viewed favorably, he knows, so he tries not to draw attention to himself.
One thing does draw attention, though seldom negatively - Samar is an impeccable archer and can often be found with his bow and a quiver of fowling arrows, helping to stock the University kitchens. When permission is granted to leave the city, he's returned with fresh game, just one more reason the boy is permitted to stay. He aids in keeping Gareth's apartments and work spaces tidy and organized, accepting no coin but solicits permission to audit the courses offered by other Masters.
There is no subject that does not interest or intrigue Samar, though his skills are best displayed in languages. He has a gift and an ear for them, able to pick them up easily. At present, Samar is able to read and write Lintenese, Artonian, Treniatan, Sarkozsy, and even the strange language of the desert people, rendering him invaluable to Master Gareth.
For a knowledge-hungry soul like Samar, Triadon and the University are close to heaven on earth.
History
Born in the south of Demeria near to the desert by the great lake, Samar proved the only child of a desert woman and her Rousseau husband, disowned by the family for his defiance in his choice in marriage. The two lived amongst the tribes of the desert, defending the port at the base of the lake until Samar was ten years old. Engaged in the trades of the desert people - horse breeding and training, weaving and scribing - the family was rather content. When smugglers attacked, raiding the village, both parents were killed, leaving Samar an orphan.
As a half-breed child, it seemed she was neither of House Rousseau nor of the desert, finding no one to take her in until Gareth Rousseau, her father's brother, stepped up and spoke with the subdued and grieving child. In Samar, Gareth was pleasantly surprised to find an agile mind, one with a gift for linguistics and an eagerness to learn anything that anyone was willing to teach. Deciding then and there to declare himself Samar's guardian, he took the child off to Triadon and the university. Though he did not enroll Samar as a student, he ensured the child received a thorough education and arranged for language lessons.
To earn room and board, the tasks were neither arduous nor unpleasant for the small child. Fetch and carry some items, help return tomes to the library, ensure that Gareth ate and slept regularly, and helped keep the apartments in order. Naturally, there have been incidents where the child was bullied for being a half-breed, but interference on Gareth's part (along with a few expulsions) has made that minimal now. Samar has learned some of the arts of defense, and learned to stand independently in a fight.
The past few years have been spent quietly in studies, but with some gains - Samar is now paid in coin for translation, transcribing and calligraphy work performed for the masters, many of whom admit that without Samar, their lives would be much more challenging. Samar might have been a Master, if Gareth had enrolled the child.
There's only one problem, a secret that is kept close by both Samar and Gareth. Samar... is really Samara. A girl, and girls, as everyone knows, cannot be Master Scholars. Neither is sure how much longer the secret can be kept, thus coin is laid aside, invested and so on to secure her future if ever she is detected.
RP Sample
"Here is the latest, Samar. How fast do you think you can translate and transcribe it for me, boy?"
The dark-eyed youth accepted the scroll, untying the leather thong that held it closed to unroll, the better to inspect the contents. Reaching up, Samar turned up the wick on the lamp, the better to shed more light on the words. Skimming over the words, a slow nod was given. The script was relatively clear, thankfully, but it was... what was this? Brows furrowing, the youth looked up at the Master. "This is written in Corindese. Where did you find this?"
As one of the few fluent speakers of the strange language, Samar was the likely candidate to translate the document, but still... Corindese documents were extremely rare and very difficult to obtain. Dark eyes blinked down at it, picking out key words that jumped off the page to seize attention. The Master watched Samar with barely veiled amusement and understanding; the interest in Corindese texts was a shared one and he understood the youth's eagerness to accept the assignment. "It was purchased for me in Corindis and sent over at my request. If you can get it done for me in a week, I'll pay you twice what I normally do. Will that suffice?"
Samar once more surveyed the scroll, counting the number of pages, the size of the script and the clarity of the document itself before nodding. It wouldn't take but two or three days once the project was begun, but the youth was not about to reveal that to the Master. A week's time would allow for a review of the translation, a recopying of the transcription and a confirmation on any questionable words. Plenty of time, and for double?
A nod gave Samar's agreement. "A week's time it will be, good Master Thaddeus." A dusky hand was offered and accepted to seal the deal before the amused Master took himself off, the better to let Samar get started. It was a good deal for both of them.
Out of Character:
Caissa - More than one, less than ten - EST
Just here for the writing, folks.
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Nickname - Sam
Gender - Male [ concealed female ]
Age - Eighteen
Birthday - April 1, 1521
Noble House - Rousseau
Skills - Scholarship, calligraphy, scribing, librarianship, translating/transcribing, archery, equestrian skills, tracking, survival
Play By - Anjali Jay
Immediate Family Members - Gareth Rousseau [ Uncle ], Hadrian Amindar [ Grandfather ]
Personality
At first glance, Samar is a youth of average height and slight build, bearing a cap of black hair and eyes that reveal his desert nomad heritage. The dusky skin and gift of archery are further inheritances along those lines.
Samar is a quiet, studious and diligent youth, spending most of his time in assisting Master Gareth with his instruction at the University. While not an official student himself, it is rare not to see him trotting across the campus with a load of books or a basket of supplies for the Master. Those who have been attending the University cannot remember a time when the soft-spoken, humble and diffident lad wasn't there; he seems to be everywhere, hear everything and know how to get those dusky hands on anything a Master might need or a student might desire.
He's a helpful soul, glad to provide directions for a lost student or navigate the maze-like Library and repository. While not necessarily a cheerful sort, Samar is an avid reader, a practiced calligrapher and often stands as scribe for Master Gareth, to whom he is unshakably loyal. Any word spoken against Master Gareth is likely to draw a fierce glare, sharp words or a firmly applied balled fist to the gut. Usually such chastisement needs only to be administered once. Despite that, Samar is almost withdrawn when around the nobility, keeping eyes lowered and mouth firmly closed. Mixed-breed children are seldom viewed favorably, he knows, so he tries not to draw attention to himself.
One thing does draw attention, though seldom negatively - Samar is an impeccable archer and can often be found with his bow and a quiver of fowling arrows, helping to stock the University kitchens. When permission is granted to leave the city, he's returned with fresh game, just one more reason the boy is permitted to stay. He aids in keeping Gareth's apartments and work spaces tidy and organized, accepting no coin but solicits permission to audit the courses offered by other Masters.
There is no subject that does not interest or intrigue Samar, though his skills are best displayed in languages. He has a gift and an ear for them, able to pick them up easily. At present, Samar is able to read and write Lintenese, Artonian, Treniatan, Sarkozsy, and even the strange language of the desert people, rendering him invaluable to Master Gareth.
For a knowledge-hungry soul like Samar, Triadon and the University are close to heaven on earth.
History
Born in the south of Demeria near to the desert by the great lake, Samar proved the only child of a desert woman and her Rousseau husband, disowned by the family for his defiance in his choice in marriage. The two lived amongst the tribes of the desert, defending the port at the base of the lake until Samar was ten years old. Engaged in the trades of the desert people - horse breeding and training, weaving and scribing - the family was rather content. When smugglers attacked, raiding the village, both parents were killed, leaving Samar an orphan.
As a half-breed child, it seemed she was neither of House Rousseau nor of the desert, finding no one to take her in until Gareth Rousseau, her father's brother, stepped up and spoke with the subdued and grieving child. In Samar, Gareth was pleasantly surprised to find an agile mind, one with a gift for linguistics and an eagerness to learn anything that anyone was willing to teach. Deciding then and there to declare himself Samar's guardian, he took the child off to Triadon and the university. Though he did not enroll Samar as a student, he ensured the child received a thorough education and arranged for language lessons.
To earn room and board, the tasks were neither arduous nor unpleasant for the small child. Fetch and carry some items, help return tomes to the library, ensure that Gareth ate and slept regularly, and helped keep the apartments in order. Naturally, there have been incidents where the child was bullied for being a half-breed, but interference on Gareth's part (along with a few expulsions) has made that minimal now. Samar has learned some of the arts of defense, and learned to stand independently in a fight.
The past few years have been spent quietly in studies, but with some gains - Samar is now paid in coin for translation, transcribing and calligraphy work performed for the masters, many of whom admit that without Samar, their lives would be much more challenging. Samar might have been a Master, if Gareth had enrolled the child.
There's only one problem, a secret that is kept close by both Samar and Gareth. Samar... is really Samara. A girl, and girls, as everyone knows, cannot be Master Scholars. Neither is sure how much longer the secret can be kept, thus coin is laid aside, invested and so on to secure her future if ever she is detected.
RP Sample
"Here is the latest, Samar. How fast do you think you can translate and transcribe it for me, boy?"
The dark-eyed youth accepted the scroll, untying the leather thong that held it closed to unroll, the better to inspect the contents. Reaching up, Samar turned up the wick on the lamp, the better to shed more light on the words. Skimming over the words, a slow nod was given. The script was relatively clear, thankfully, but it was... what was this? Brows furrowing, the youth looked up at the Master. "This is written in Corindese. Where did you find this?"
As one of the few fluent speakers of the strange language, Samar was the likely candidate to translate the document, but still... Corindese documents were extremely rare and very difficult to obtain. Dark eyes blinked down at it, picking out key words that jumped off the page to seize attention. The Master watched Samar with barely veiled amusement and understanding; the interest in Corindese texts was a shared one and he understood the youth's eagerness to accept the assignment. "It was purchased for me in Corindis and sent over at my request. If you can get it done for me in a week, I'll pay you twice what I normally do. Will that suffice?"
Samar once more surveyed the scroll, counting the number of pages, the size of the script and the clarity of the document itself before nodding. It wouldn't take but two or three days once the project was begun, but the youth was not about to reveal that to the Master. A week's time would allow for a review of the translation, a recopying of the transcription and a confirmation on any questionable words. Plenty of time, and for double?
A nod gave Samar's agreement. "A week's time it will be, good Master Thaddeus." A dusky hand was offered and accepted to seal the deal before the amused Master took himself off, the better to let Samar get started. It was a good deal for both of them.
Out of Character:
Caissa - More than one, less than ten - EST
Just here for the writing, folks.
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