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Prudenzia Delaqua, Kastalian Socialite


NamePrudenzia Kasmeer Delaqua
SpeciesHuman
ClassBarren
Age22
GenderCis woman (she/her/hers)
Playervae
TimezoneCincinnati, OH UTC -4
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in the valley of the exodus
in the belly of a bowl of dust
For the past year, she's been living in the best inns that money can buy in this city.  It's a drab life for someone so accustomed to more lavish tastes, but she gets by.  The biggest downside is the fact that she can't customize her room.  There's also very little privacy, which -- for a budding revolutionary -- is not ideal.  She needs a space to keep her belongings, both of great expense and sentimental value.  The inn she's currently staying in may be extremely accommodating, but that will never make such a temporary space feel like home.

So, one day, she begins to plan for her future abode.  She's established herself in the city now, at least, managed to meet a few people who know a couple more people.  Having been a socialite back home means that she knows how to make connections.  This sort of hustle is all she's ever know, which is why it makes sense that she carries it forward into her life here in Kastali City.

The landlord she ultimately gets in touch with is a fellow named Eryx.  He makes for positively boring company, but then, she's here to buy a house, not forge a lifelong bond.  The weather's halfway decent for a woman who's grown up in the scorch of the sun.  She's dressed nicely as usual and is met with very little social stimulation from her mandatory companion. Prudenzia supposes she shouldn't mind.  The conversations they make are pleasant enough; and, to his credit, Eryx certainly pretends that he isn't annoyed with her presence.  Which is the bare minimum, when one considers the fact that if he can sell her a home, that's even more coin to line his pockets.  

They walk for what feels like hours, with the landlord showing her what homes are available.  The architecture is beautiful; however, nothing really jumps out as a definite possibility.  She's waiting for that moment of recognition, that certain cog to 'click' inside of her, signifying that she's found the perfect space for her.

"How often do homes in this city go up for sale?" she inquires as they exit their latest home.  There had been some too-vague narrative Eryx had told her about a dispute in the residence.  It hasn't had owners for the last couple of years, he said, because the structure requires 'minor' repairs.  When Prudenzia had pressed for a few more details, without prompt, Eryx assured her that this vacation of the premise had absolutely nothing to do with the 'accidental' murder of a man in the city two years ago.

She'd furrowed her eyebrows at this, having no clue what he was referring to.  The only thing she was certain of, was that the house was - without a single doubt - the exact stage of a completely intentional killing of a man two years ago.  She doesn't dare acknowledge her conclusion, though; she simply hand-waves it.

"Folks tend to stay.  Easier to be a seller than a buyer in this market," Eryx responds matter-of-factly.  Prudenzia simply nods, inwardly lamenting over how this course of conversation is damn near putting her to sleep.  She inhales deeply, wetting her dry lips as they come about the penultimate house of their tour.

"Now, this one," the landlord begins to stay, gesticulating dramatically as he had been for the entirety of their time together. "Bit newer than most, which is why there's not as much interest.  Those with auds prefer the abodes with history, you know," he explains with a definitive edge of arrogance, as though the home itself, therefore, is of no interest to him, either. "Thick walls, it has -- very study and sound.  The towers are taller, more symmetrical," as he's dictating this to her, Prudenzia follows him into the residence itself, turning around to observe the living space in full.

"Made of limestone, granite, and some brick, I believe, with darker roofs.  I must confess that the contrast between the light nature of the exterior and the shade of the roof is quite lovely."

He continues to talk, but her mind has taken to wandering.  There's an itch just beneath the socialite's skin, starting as a little prick, and then a tingle.  Though she's never been here, this place feels familiar, as though she's supposed to be here (or, perhaps, that she has been here all along).  She doesn't realize it, but her lips begin to tilt at their corners, giving way to a subtle smile.

"The arches are particularly fine, semicircular.  Superb for larger openings, but you'll find that there's narrow doors further in."

Eryx receives no response.  Prudenzia continues her walk-through, the palm of her right hand catching the stone wall in an upper quarters.  She visits each room without saying a word, taking her time to make her acquaintance with the space.  It isn't until after she has seen every inch of the house that she finally turns to the still-rambling man, a resolute smirk on her face.  Effectively interrupting him mid-thought, she declares: "I want this one."


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Prudenzia Delaqua, Kastalian Socialite


NamePrudenzia Kasmeer Delaqua
SpeciesHuman
ClassBarren
Age22
GenderCis woman (she/her/hers)
Playervae
TimezoneCincinnati, OH UTC -4
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in the valley of the exodus
in the belly of a bowl of dust
The easy portion of her plan was complete, and her parents were thrilled to fund her venture.  The last few months had been letter after letter of Orchidea lamenting over her eldest daughter's residence in an inn.  Initially, Prudenzia had humored her mother.  There are times when her parents' general snobbery is comical.  After a while, however... she began to omit responses to their pleas entirely.

That was all over now, though.  With the house purchased, she began to focus on making it into a home.  She had her belongings sent to her from Sunnarst -- which was a long process in and of itself.  Thankfully, her parents had seen ahead and began the transport of her possessions as soon as she even hinted that she was looking into her own living space.  Even so, they trickled in slowly.  Living in an inn didn't permit much square footage for idle knick-knacks; therefore, she'd left many of her spoils with her family.  So, it was nice to see some of the arrivals again.

She took them as they arrived, arranging them in various spaces.  For larger items and furniture, she hired people to assist her.  The rest of the preparation?  She oversaw entirely.  For several weeks, she threw herself into homemaking.  Greenery for the outside, outlining the home with life in verdant hues.  Fresh flowers were brought in several times each week to keep the interior teetering between the smell of an open meadow and a campfire in a cedar wood forest.  

Prudenzia often stayed up late into the night, agonizing over fabrics or designs.  Being that this was her first home with the deed solely under her name, she wanted everything to be perfect.  The inside of the structure, naturally, contained many shades of purple.  Purples embellished with varying severities of silver.  Certainly, there would be some issues with such light material in the future (wine, blood, and mud come to mind), but for the moment, she can't bring herself to care.  Everything seems to be coming together quite nicely, and she can't help but marvel over her creation as it slowly drifts from being an idea to an actuality.

Her library remains woefully empty.  She sends for her books from home, but even they can't fill her shelves.  This is both a blessing and a curse, knowing that she has the space for more books than she's ever had.  It's also the opportunity to rise to the challenge -- which she does.  Throughout her progression, she begins to line her shelves with tomes on various subjects.  Some are books that she will never read.  She isn't so above vanity that she refuses to have literature simply 'for show.'  Others, are books that she has either read or intends to read in the future.  She gets her library upwards of three quarters of the way full before she decides a little space can't be all that bad.

The project immediately following her stint in the library is to decorate her study.  It's bare bones for the most part, save for a large desk, chair, and all supplies needed to compose any number of scrolls or letters.  Lanterns guide her hands away into another early morning as she cleans and dusts until she thinks her knees and palms will never stop aching.

Firewood is gathered for each fireplace (and there are many, far more than she ever imagined having, much less needing).  The kitchen, too, is gargantuan.  For someone who doesn't know the first thing about cooking, it becomes readily apparent that a live-in cook would be a continued tradition for her.  With as many rooms as she has in this place, it really is no problem at all to hire someone.  Ergo, she hires a woman named Delphia.  Delphia is middle age, with kind eyes.  She's the first of several people Prudenzia hires, in fact.

A head of house staff is hired in a Mrs. Yule.  Beneath her were three main housekeepers:  two women named Millie and Katherine and a young man, barely nineteen, named Gerard.  Under Mrs. Yule's watchful eye, they all kept the house clean and any guests sought after.  Each had their own room but were free to take time whenever permissible (which was fairly often, for the time).  Prudenzia often dismissed them with pay so that they may enjoy a good day if all she intended to do was stay in and decorate. 

Thus far, she has the north and west wings complete.  In the north, there's an untouched area for an alchemy lab.  In the northern most tower at the base of the staircase leading to the tower itself lies a storage area.  The nest of the tower is simply a nice place to sit and read or chat with drink.

To the east is the kitchen and the library, with the kitchen being on the first floor and the library being on the third.  The west has the greenhouse which is simply an excuse for more flowers and herbs.  Bees and butterflies frequent the area as Prudenzia tends to leave the windows open for them to visit the otherwise lonely plants.  Bedrooms begin in the west, too, with the second floor holding the majority of them on both east and west ends.  There are a few bedrooms on the third floor, too, but not nearly as much as on the one beneath it.  On each floor, there are lavatories about, little nooks and crannies in the form of spaces for boudoirs, cabinets, and the like.

Eventually, she gets to all of them (save for the ridiculously huge cellar, which is a beast for another day).  It takes her time, but she doesn't mind it.  She spends as long as she can making the house feel personal and warm.  She continues to spruce and decorate until one day, she stands in the smaller-end Great Hall with her hands on her hips, hair a mess of curls.  She gives the floor a once-over, smiling as her eyes take her from one side of the room to the other.  It had been many long, sometimes sleepless nights; and sometimes, she felt like giving in and calling outside hands to do this work for her.  She hadn't, though, and for that she feels proud.

Smoothing down her hair and dusting her hands together, she discovers that she's reminiscing on a thought from many weeks ago, now. Is this home?

There's a beat, another smile.

Yes, is the answer given to no one in particular; she can definitely call this home.



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Prudenzia Delaqua, Kastalian Socialite


NamePrudenzia Kasmeer Delaqua
SpeciesHuman
ClassBarren
Age22
GenderCis woman (she/her/hers)
Playervae
TimezoneCincinnati, OH UTC -4
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in the valley of the exodus
in the belly of a bowl of dust


Marble and cobblestone forge the path to the three archways at the mouth of the steps to this mansion. Ivy and other greenery embellish the exterior both hanging and planted in massive clay pots, offering a vibrant contrast to beige walls, brown wood, and grey stones.  The outside of the structure is a mixture of granite, wood, and limestone which is bolstered by a strong foundation of brick. A balcony overlooks the front entry as four towers can be seen when facing the house.  Countless windows allow for an excess of natural light.  Boasting forty-two rooms, twenty fireplaces, and a small stable for beasts, this is no small abode. It is extravagant in its excess -- as further implicated by the larger than life statue of a clothed, yet shapely, unnamed goddess who stands, wreathed in flowers, to greet all guests.



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