Defunct Cast Members of Hartman House:
as of 5/26/03
- Armand
- John
- Katya Van Kleff
- Leanna Raevin
- Lunnas De'Vroix
- Malcom Morgan
- Megan Stanfield
- Patrick Mallory
Last Seen: Lying dead (and tented) on the floor in an upstairs hall.
Standing at about six feet , his broad muscled shoulders make him appear shorter then he truly is. Long brown hair flows from his head in a wavy mass about his shoulders and down his back. A long dark gray cloak about his shouders hides his black silk leggings and longsleeved tunic. Black knee high leather boots finish off his figure. His eyes are a deep dark brown, so dark they appear black
except on close examination. Beneath the cowl of his cloak is also hidden a gleaming silver collar. As far back as his memories go he has been at the side of his Mistress, Countess Leanna.Post Excerpts:
RE: Rooms and baths and dresses - oh my! - March 31, 2003
Watching my Mistress being lead away I hold out my hand to her momentarily, this being the first time we have ever been separated. Knowing I must get accostumed to the rules of the house I turn and head for the door to the kitchen. As I enter I notice someone standing with their back to me, frantically trying to...... well it
looks to me as if they are trying to make tea. Quietly slipping through unnoticed I moved to what I presume to be the doors to the servants quarters. Stepping inside and closing the door behind me I stop to let my eyes adjust to the dim light. Dropping the cowl of my cloak I walk casually down the stairs, wondering just who i'm supposed to be looking for...... I hope Mistress is safe.RE: Curiouser and Curiouser... - April 8, 2003
Exiting the room I proceed to the rear stairs, taking them two at a time then slowing as I near the top. Just beyond the doorway to the hall I notice a strikingly beautiful young woman standing outside the first door on the right. As my eyes travel up and down the length of her I realise I have no idea which room my Mistress is in.
Approaching this woman I say in a soft yet clear voice,"Excuse me Ma'am, but wouldst thou perchance know which of these chambers the Countess Lady Leanna is residing in? I was only told twas the white room, and it seemeth me that I must needs have more info than that if I am to locate her."Last Seen: Lying dead (and tented) in the servants quarters.
Standing at 6'4", with just a slight hint of pudginess in his 210 pound frame, the butler lives a content life serving the Lord and Lady of the house.
His hair is a dark brown, almost shoulder length, and his eyes a contrasting light blue. One can usually find him about the house ready to serve his duties. The man's normal garb is not extravagant, but carries an air of neatness required for one who is to welcome guests to the house.
There have been rumors that visiting Ladies' undergarments have gone missing and turned up in his room, the reasons given seem to vary depending on who is telling the story.
The man has been at Hartman House for some time now, having been given to Lady Kathryn as a gift from her father, whom he served as an underbutler until his promotion as a wedding present. He has happily served at this house ever since.
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The butler shows his face - March 14, 2003
John rounds a corner at the top of the stairs to encounter the Master of the house, still adding to the trail of water which leads up from downstairs. "You look absolutely drenched, Sir. I hope you don't plan on catching a cold, keeping that outfit on all day."He sees a mop sweep almost within view down the stairs, and realizes that Mariette must be having caniptions trying to tidy up the extensive collection of puddles. "I trust the hunting went well, Sir. You seem a
natural with that bow. Is there anything I can get for you?"Tea, Warmth, and Dinner Preparations - March 29, 2003
Making his way into the white guest room, he plops the bag down on the hearth and parepares a fire in the same manner as he did in the black room. Sparking the kindling, he manages to get a small blaze going which quickly spreads and engulfs the firewood he laid out. After a moment of basking in the warmth, he again hefts the bag with only a few remaining pieces of wood, and exits the room, making his way to the cream room.On the way to the fireplace, he sees a book with a vaguely familiar title, but cannot seem to place it with a story. Moving his attention further into the room, to the cold (and last) unlit guest fireplace, he empties out the sack of its remaining logs and arranges them neatly. Adding kindling, he considers that this may be the best looking of the three, but that hardly mattered. Once a fire was lit, it looked like ash and coal. He sparked up the neatly arranged kindling and sat for a couple minutes as the flame caught on the bigger logs. The warmth soaked through his clothes and heated him to the bone. Realizing that he shouldnt' get caught doing nothing, in a guest's room no less, he grabs the empty sack and exits the room.
Last Seen: Dead in an upstairs bathtub.
A woman of obvious means and wealth. Standing approximately 5.ft 4inches high.. ample busom, tiny waist (corsetted of course), dainty in all appearances. Blue eyes the shade of the kingfisher, so blue that when she gazes into your eyes she is almost hypnotic in her gaze. Long red hair with a white streak just behind her ear... if asked she will tell you it is a family trait, but is it?
From the House of Van Kleff in Transylvania. A well known, extremely wealthy and respected family of jewellers, rumoured to be te owners of the legendary Ruby of Omigon that some think to be associated with the Dracula Legend.
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An unexpected arrival - May 17, 2003
She stumbled up the steps almost tripping over Her small bag to the front doors of the Manor, Her rainswept body shaking as She leaned against the door, trembling, She reached up and taking the knocker in her hand She knocked ...one...two...three times ...hearing it echo through the hall. Feeling heat rush to Her face, and the taste of blood on Her tongue She fears She can wait no longer.. Propping Herself up, She turns the huge knob and pushes with Her quickly disapating strength, the door slowly slides open and She stumbles through it. Standing in the large entrance She glances around, trying to get Her bearings, Her body beginning to quake uncontrollably... Suddenly She letsout an ungodly scream and collapses to the floor, Her torn skirt flying apart to expose badly bruised thighs (and the apparant lack of undergarments). Her ripped jacket parting to expose one beautifully rounded breast thrusting through Her torn corsette...with what appeared to be bitemarks next to thelarge round bloodred nipple.RE: Fenwick to the Rescue - May 20, 2003
She opened Her eyes and immediately realised that She had something in Her mouth , tugging She pulled the obvious mans handerkerchief from Her mouth, looking at it in disdain She wondered whatsort of man it would belong to, no one of class would use such a large piece of cheap linen. She glanced around the room, She had been moved from the Entrance. Obviously the owner of the handkerchief carried Her in here, glancing down She noted the way Her attire was torn and ripped. She thought to Herself, "I hope this man is one of honor, My attire is such that he would have had a good view of things that were not his to notice unless I gave him leave to.' She sighed, `why did not I
insist that My jake come with Me' and where was Her bag, She could not loose that bag!
Last Seen: Entered an upstairs bathroom only to vanish into a swirling mist.
A tall female very Voluptuous.. Long curly black hair and glowing green eyes.. her skin pale to the site of others but warm to the touch. Looking to be in her 30's but her age will stand unknown. Wearing a long Satin and lace Black victorian gown with red tones red lips smiling as she appears..
All that is know of her history is that she was born in Transylvania. Her father is unknown to all that seek to find him.. She is a very mysterious creature.. Keeping most of her history to herslef. One should find out the past, could be very dangerous to one life or even there soul.
Wishing that she could let people know who she is, who she once was she is deepened with sarrow of fear for her life and others..
but beside that she is happy with herself and who she is now..Post Excerpts:
Countess Leanna Raevin - March 20, 2003
~My long black and red dress soaked from the rain. Taught and showing My curves.. My long black hair flowing evenly over my back he offers me his Shroud. Freezing from the rain he wraps it around My body.~ "Thank you love" taking hand to my lips and kissing them raising my steel grey eyes to his.~~The night is much to My approval.. As we arrive to the door i hear faint voices. "wish to knock Love" I say to him. "Aye Mistress tis my honor~
Looking to the Lady - March 27, 2003
~looking to the Lady of the house I ask her. I am cold and Damp Ma'am may me and my Servant use the facilities? raising my eyes to her finally letting her pear into My soul and reserch for who I am and smiling at her beauty once more..~~sorry for the confusion Ma'am I am tired and do not know of what i speak. If I may ask also My Lady(low soft voice) "I have nothing to where my Coachman took off with my bags would you happen to have a
black dress lying around?"~
Last Seen: Gathered her belongings and headed back to town.
A buxom girl, of 18, Lunnas is dreadfully tired of living under her famiy roof. With jet black locks that tumble past her lower back, and small curls that she cannot see to maintain, albaster skin with not a single mark upon it, save a large black freckle upon her inner left thigh, and ample breasts - she has decided that she should be a Lady's maid, or house servant.
As soon as the idea crosses her mind she thinks of Geoffry, the butler, from the Hartman estate at the edge of town. She has seen him several times, and thinks that there must be something untold going on at that place, considering the gleam aways in his eye. Plus, there was that notice posted in town a while hence that spoke of need for a chambermaid.
At 5'11", she is taller than even her own mother, and most the woman in town and has always felt put out because of it.. titter they would.. that she was to tall, but always quick to call on Lunnas whenever a thing needed retrieving from a high shelf. Well, she was done with this little town and these "little" people.
Packing her things, which amount to very little - her womans things, her journal, a pair of small pearl earrings a boy had once given her (which never left her ears), 2 corsets, and 3 dresses of pale blue (to accentuate her sky blue eyes), thick sturdy shoes, a cloak, and enough undergarments to be respectable - she was off, walking the street out of town toward the house of her would be employers.
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RE: Curiouser and Curiouser - April 4, 2003
As she enters the large area, she can see sraight away that this room has long been used for much less that what it is designed for. Well, apparently that will change tonight. Lunnas smiles to herself, and clears the table down to nothing and pulls out a fresh crisp white table linen and spreads it carefully over the long table. Then, before continuing, she scoots across the hall and pokes her head into the kitchen, trying to get some idea of what is for supper. She sees the man, busily preparing.. but what he is preparing she hasn't the faintest idea. Ah well.. better safe than sorry and she returns to the dinning room and rummaging through the drawers and cabinets of the breakfront and buffet, she attempts to pull together a well set table.."and how shall I ever place 6 people at this table without it feeling strange.. oh dear.. I wonder at which end the Lord prefers?" she mutters to herself, not even sure yet that there is a Lord.. "I do hope that wasn't him i met by the back door, the fellow was quite the rogue, obviously up to no good.. no good at all, and tapping his finger as if we were new hens for his brood...Well Lunnas.. you suspected something was going on here.. now, you may manage to find out girl!" But, getting immersed in her work, she places the china, and the silver.. rearranging it several times in different place settings.. trying to find one that won't make the houses guests seem uncomfortable.RE: oh dear... - May 5, 2003
Lunnas listens as the woman tells her story, her face going completely white.. the man in the kitchen.. he had seemed rather.. her thoughts trail off as Gigi crumples to the ground, grabbing a pillow quickly, not quite sure where she grabs it from in her haste and places it under the other womans head.Thoughts jumbled in her head as she steels herself and tried not to faint away herself.. thinking to her Mistress and her new job, she turns to the Lady of the house and prays she doesn't faint as well.. slapping your boss on the first day can't do anything but lead to trouble...
RE: Night in the Morning Room
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Lunnas watches the strange fellow slide behind a plant, snake his head around a bit, and then come out.. awful sneaking for someone standing right here.. curiously, she watches him.. "Well, at least I shall not be forced to run for the door.. He seems to know his way around, but why is he acting so strange? Well.. actually, most of the people I met seem strange to me.. perhaps, I am just naive to the behavior of most people.. " sniffs there and decides that dinner must be burning to the right... by the smell of things, its not dinner anyrmore..Quickly, she rushes down the hall around the corner, and into the kitchen.. 'Oh my god.. thats a dead man!.. okay.. calm down girl.. no sense geting hysterical.. thats dinner you smell .. not him.. (we hope)" chuckles, shaking her head.. "Oh those are very Ladylike thoughts Lunnas.. whats wrong with you? But that bulge in his pants.. oh my.. " Blushing, she turns to the pot of.. well, shes not quite sure what its a pot of.. but she takes the spoon up and stirs it all the same.. hmm.. seems to be okay.. lil burnt on the bottom maybe.. She slides it away from the heat. People are deffinitly going to need food in a situation like this.. Looking further, she finds blackened things that might have once been bread inside.. Aha! Grabs a cloth to protect her hands and quickly plucks them out, looking them over Lunnas decides they are deffinitly useless and tosses them aside.. hmm.. what to do now?
Last Seen: In a carriage hightailing it back to London.
Dr. Malcolm Morgan is obviously not a Londoner… but an American working in London… his thick southwestern or southern drawl, hard for most Europeans to tell, is a sure giveaway. While nothing spectacular stands out about the doctor, he does stand out, as any American in this setting would.
Not at all regal or fanciful, he is blunt, pragmatic and practical, wearing clothing that is simple enough for him to dress himself without the aid of servants. Though often quiet, he does seem good natured and humorous and is never without his long-stemmed pipe and side kick, Lewis, a brindle and black American Staffordshire Terrier.
A doctor by profession, he specializes in gynecology and making ointments and balms for various ailments.
His hair is dark brown and cut fairly short, his eyes dark as well. Large framed and muscular from growing up on a tobacco farm, the doctor stands 5 feet 11 inches and is heavier than he looks though his stomach is hard. Broad shouldered with a distinctive T shaped back, he totes very American-styled clothes, heavy leather, boots, black leather gloves and a cap, he looks like more of a sportsman than a doctor.
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Dr. Morgan and Nurse Megan - May 7, 2003
"Bring my bags into the house at once! They must be cleaned and dried as I've expensive equipment!" He
calls to the lad as he's already turned with the horses, to the barn, who nods another agreement and hurries along. Looking back at the soaked nurse, her hair spilling all down her shoulders, and his now muddy dog, the
doctor quickly offers his arm to help her through the muddy path to the front door. Lewis, hopping through the mud, follows behind, pausing every now and then to shake.RE: Soaking wet - May 15, 2003
Pausing and looking around, he figures that since it is in the middle of the night, after traveling in the most difficult weather and with dead folks are laying about, few would probably complain about him dressing in a kitchen. Few servants were about anyway, and he simply could not stand to slosh around in these wet clothes any longer. Besides, these Brits sure did seem a bit uptight about these things... unlike folks in Louisiana who often went about work in only undershirts or without them all together. Of course, the stifling heat and outdoor work often did make that necessary.
Last Seen: Loaded into Malcom's carriage to London.
She was raised in Oxford, England, in a strict Catholic home and sent to a Catholic boarding school at an early age. Because of this sheltered life, she is very naive about men, and also very mistrusting of them.
Since completing her education in nursing, she has devoted her life to her career. Not only to help others, but to keep herself too busy for socializing, finding work as an escape from the outside world.
Although Megan is a mature adult, over thirty, she is very innocent, and guarded when it comes to men. She is an attractive woman,
5'7, with long wavy honey blonde hair, and brown eyes. She has full breasts and full hips, but wears loose fitting dresses to hide her form.Post Excerpts:
Nurse Megan and Dr. Morga's trip to the Hartman House - May 6, 2003
After packing her necessities for the trip, she meets Dr. Morgan at the stable, and climbs onto the wagon with his help. She is unpleasantly surprised that his dog will be joining them, even more surprised that this animal is going to be allowed to sit up front with them. Sulking in the cramped seat next to the doctor's dog, she is determined to say as little as possible during the seemingly endless ride to the Hartman House. As the buggy moves down the bumpy road, the dog's tongue flapping in the breeze, she is aghast as it turns it's head and licks her!Dr. Morgan and Nurse Megan - May 7, 2003
Her boots are now caked with mud, from having to get down and push the buggy out of the ruts. The hem of her dress was no more than a muddy rag. Her once crisp white uniform clings to her curves, causing great discomfort, not only because of the coldness, but from the exposure of the wet fabric against her skin. Her perfectly coiffed hair was now hanging around her shoulders. She blinked back her tears as she took Dr. Morgan's arm, tromping through the mud with him, and squealing each time that dog would shake mud all over them.Last Seen: Tearing down the road shrieking about half naked men with guns.
Tall, Handsome, and Dashing in His own way...The Vicar dressed in His normal daily attire has recently arrived from London, after taking a leave from the confining halls of His former Parish.
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Thank you Lord for your lessons... - March 15, 2003
Layer by layer the clothing comes off, the remnents of his vestiture stripped away, just as his pride has been. Thank you for teaching me yet another lesson in humility my Lord, he exclaims outloud to no one. I shall ever be humbled by your...oh I know I should have locked the door. Beet red, that's what they call it. I must look beet red. Well at least she's stopped screaming now, and yes my Lord, I am forever learning humility. I know that now. I am your humble servant who wishes only to serve Your Grace. Well that and burry myself in an open field so that I don't have to prepare myself to do a lot of explaining to the servants. Oh what a fine way to start a new mission. The next time I listen to her confessions, he thinks to himself as he begins to quickly dress once more, she'll only be thinking of how she has seen me. I can't imagine the snickers I'll get. Oh what a most embarrassing day. Would it be too much Lord to ask that I make it through the rest of the day further untouched by Your ever lasting lessons in humility?RE: Oh crap - March 16, 2003
I would thank you sir, under the circumstance, not to blaspheme in my presence. I am Vicar Patrick Mallory, and while I seem to be in no position to make further demands upon you and your household, I am it
seems, to be apart of it. Please forgive the hysteria. I was told by the lady of the manor that I could warm myself with a bath, after my long journey henceforth. I was not aware that I was to inform the staff of my whereabouts. I simply assumed that would be done for me. It has been a long day good sir, and I am sure that everyone in the household would like to put it behind them. I shall excuse myself to my quarters, and thank his Grace for the lessons I have learned today. Now if you will excuse me, I should be on my way before I catch cold. I do need to get out of these wet clothes afterall, and think it would be best we laugh about this over dinner.
