#wilmina klaudin

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FC: Ian Somerhalder

Lord Luin Vas Halven played by Ian Somerhalder

"Lord Halven called me to aid with a strange infestation within his grounds," Eld spoke calmly as he sipped at his wine, adjusting his bad leg with a casual grimace.

Duncan perked up with a slight smile as the two settled in the depths of the library in their usual sitting spot near the large fireplace. "So you're a ratcatcher as well?"

Eld snorted a short laugh as he thought back to that night facing the horde of vermin and their very strange master. "In a way, though I was lucky Wilmina and Gregor were with me that day."

"Ah, those kind of rats."

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Alfred Klaudin

The Basics ––– – Name: Alfred Klaudin Nickname(s): Al; 'This' Brother'; Wally Age: 26 Birthday: Harvest Race: Human Gender: Male Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Black Eyes: Green Height: 5'10 Build: Like a tree trunk Distinguishing Marks: Multiple scars on his hands and face; walrus mustache Tattoos: A winding vine of red and white roses along his left arm; a strange rune over his heart in dark blue Piercings: Earrings Common Accessories: a silver adorned rapier; a wide black hat   Likeness: Aaron Taylor Johnson

Personal Information––– – Profession: Rover; Duelist; Monster Hunter Hobbies: Swordfighting, poetry, cooking, cartography   Languages: Common, heavily accented Residence: Nomadic Birthplace: The back of a caravan Religion: The Road Patron Deity: Tymora Fears: Losing his brother; being forgotten

Relationships ––– - Spouse: None Children: None Parents: Gregor Klaudin (father); Wilmina Klaudin (mother)   Siblings: Janus Kaludin (brother) Other Relatives: Arther Klaudin (grandfather; deceased); Verida Klaudin (grandmother; deceased); Eldridge of Kovir (godfather) Pets: Felix (hedgehog)

Sex & Romance ––– - Sexual Orientation: Hetero Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch Libido: Normal Turn ons: Eyes, smiles, dark hair Turn offs: Foolhardiness; pettiness Love Language: Touch Relationship Tendencies: Far and in-between

Traits ––– - * Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between /  Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Occasionally Drugs: Not often Alcohol: Socially

RP Hooks ––– – A Mother's Guidance Alfred, though young still, is an accomplished swordsman.  Having trained for many years under the tutelage of his mother Wilmina, the art of fencing is not entirely based on luck.  A warrior's blood runs thick in his veins as he still goes through the drills every morning along with the routines from his youth.  After his mother's accident and upon the brother's leave-taking she bequeathed her own blade to him.  The rapier is from her own domain of Richemulot and was used during days as a 'ratcatcher'.  Basic in most parts with a swept hilt, the true power comes from the inlaid of silver along the fuller.  A beautiful and ancient weapon, it's Alfred's pride and responsibility to bring the same honor she carried with it.

A Father's Gift The ability to wander the Mists is a special gift and skill, that Gregor Klaudin felt was all the more necessary to share with his sons.  Janus took to it like a fish to water, but Alfred seemed to struggle as he tried his best to guide his steps through their treacherous means.  With enough concentration, the ways become more clearer but nothing like his kin who seem to see the clinging fog as a dangerous friend.  For Alfred, the Mists that cloud the domains are always a danger.  Time and patience as his grandfather would say, are what he needs.

A Family Business For what Alfred may lack in the power of the mysticism, he has never shied away from learning all he can about the darkness that creeps the edge of the peripheral.  Books line the wagon he shares with is brother, some mere fairy tales or mythology while others darker and bearing marks to be only uttered in bright of day.  His 'uncle' may have begun the spark of the need to hunt those that would prey on the innocent but it was his mother's tale that helped seal what he had to do.  Her sword was not meant to be shaken at brigands and drunks, it was meant to deal with those dark powers.  Combined with Wilmina's training and Eld's knowledge, Alfred has gained enough skill and wisdom to be a powerful force in dealing with those that would go bump in the night.

A Brothers Journey The Brothers Klaudin have recently broken off from their family and struck off on their own into the domains of the universe.  Their wagon loaded with the strange and exotic of other worlds, the pair have hit the misty trails in search of fortune and glory.  As much Alfred would like to rely on the trade aspect of their journey, he can't help but note how much influence and income they gather thanks to Janus's own skills.  But for all the song and dance might line their pockets, there were always jealous boyfriends or angry fathers or just a drunk who thinks he can get away with being rude.  Thus where the muscle that is Alfred earns his keep in protecting his brother and their assets.

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IC It was only a few from the wagon seat to the ground, but the splash that rose from the mud and water was enough to coat up to to his knees.  Alfred didn't mind though.

"You got this?" Janus asked calmly from the other seat, his hand already beginning to edge for the crossbow beneath the seat.

The mustachioed swordsman would only grunt as he let the rain water from above spill about the wide brim of his hat.  His left hand reaching up to smooth his mustache as he moved forward with quick steps down the road.  The four men ahead did not move.

"That's far enough," said one of the middle men.  Alfred stopped.  "Good boy."

The four men were dressed for the rain, much like Alfred with heavy cloaks and hoods compared to his own cape and hat.  The glint of the steel in hand was an advantage they thought they had.  Three swords and a crossbow.  It wasn't great odds.

One of the middle man stepped ahead of his three compatriots, the far left keeping his crossbow trained beyond him on Janus at the wagon.  "Yer money or your life."

A frown was hidden behind the thick mustache as he tilted his head at the gauche phrase.  A gentle turn of his cloak would reveal Alfred's one hand resting on the pommel of his sword.  Being a man of few words, the duelist would gently respond in kind.  "No."

"No?  Well I'll give it to ya, mate," the middle one laughed as his friends snickered as well.  "Ya got ba-"

The middle man never got a chance to finish his snide remark as thick knife lay buried deep at the base of his throat. Shock and alarm was etched on his face as his own fingers wet nerveless and he dropped his sword into the mud.  His eyes stared at the blade in his chest before had time to look up as the the shining point brought darkness quickly to his left eye.

Alfred grabbed hold of the man's cloak as he easily yanked his rapier from the man's skull and heard the cries of anger from the bandits.  No discipline or skill for sure as he felt a thunk of the crossbow bolt in the body he held.  He needed to move faster.

Teeth gritted he would lift the body and carry it as a shield from any other shots before throwing it with a yell at the bow.  There was little time as the body landed somewhere near the shooter before the other two men rushed Alfred.

Two on one was never easy but hardly impossible.  Just needed to separate them as Alfred turned his body sideways to engage the faster of the men.  The short sword was slashed wide and wild, angry at the death of their 'face' as Alfred bounced back before bearing the riposte.  The sword point easily delved through the old cloak and cloth to find flesh.  A gurgled cry and slump as the bandit fell over clutching his chest where the sword had likely pierced a lung.  Disappoint ached in Alfred as he should have been a little more to the left on his thrust.

No time to lament his lack of aim as the third bandit reached him, this one a bit wiser as he thrust with his own sword.  A strong parry followed by a riposte was Alfred's easiest response as the steel clacked.  The bandit was quick to as he back up, using his own thicker blade to batter the thin rapier away.  There was a tack of resistance, but Alfred was far better trained and at home with this deadly work.

A quick series of back and forth with steel was unworthy of noting before Alfred ducked down for a quick thrust at his opponent's knee.  The sharp point once again did it's duty as it slipped through the cap causing the would be robber to pitch forward with a scream.  His blade dropping to the mud while he grabbed his bleeding leg, the bandit had little time to worry over it before a slash of the rapier took his eyes.  The screaming continued as he fell back clutching at his face beckoning death to come hither.

A bounce forward ended the screams with another thrust to the chest of the dying man.  Alfred turned to his final assailant.

Fortunatly he already lay still on the ground, a large bolt protruding from his chest as his legs quivered in the mud.  Snorting Alfred turned back to the cart, finding the seat empty by Janus only a few feet away with the unloaded weapon in hand. "I told you to stay at the wagon."

Janus shrugged softly before resting the crossbow on a shoulder.  "Maybe, but four on one is not great odds for you brother."

Snorting Alfred would wiped his sword clean on the dead man's cloak and sheathed it with practiced ease.  "Well you are here, let us move them off the road.  I'll check these two, check the others."

"All in a days work," Janus would smile as he stalked over to the two Alfred had taken just before.  Alfred did not smile as he fetched his knife from the 'face'.

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Janus Klaudin, The Hurdy Gurdy Man

The Basics ––– – Name: Janus Klaudin Nickname(s): Jan; 'That' Brother; The Hurdy Gurdy Man Age: 29 Birthday: Midsummer Race: Human Gender:  Male Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Black Eyes:  Green Height: 6'1 Build: Wiry Distinguishing Marks:  Wild hair, three scars on his right cheek hidden behind a beard Tattoos: A winding vine of red and black roses along his right arm; random bits of art from his back to his front Piercings: Right ear hoop Common Accessories: Hurdy Gurdy, flute, long knife, tinder box, pipe, flask, leather cord with a small bag attached smelling of herbs   Likeness: Tikhon Zhiznevskiy

Personal Information––– – Profession: Bard, storyteller, Mist Walker Hobbies: Music, storytelling, dancing, knife throwing   Languages: Multiple languages to match his locale Residence:  Nomadic Birthplace: The back of a caravan Religion: The Road Patron Deity: Tymora Fears: Losing control; being alone

Relationships ––– - Spouse: None Children: None Parents:  Gregor Klaudin (father); Wilmina Klaudin (mother) Siblings: Alfred Klaudin (brother) Other Relatives: Arther Klaudin (grandfather; deceased); Verida Klaudin (grandmother; deceased); Eldridge of Kovir (godfather) Pets: None

Sex & Romance ––– - Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch Libido: High Turn ons: Smiles, dance, life Turn offs: Violence, spitting Love Language: Touch Relationship Tendencies: Short and often

Traits ––– - * Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between /  Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Often Drugs: When available Alcohol: Always on hand

RP Hooks ––– – The Hurdy Gurdy Man Janus is an accomplished bard, having studied song and dance with other members of the Vistani as they traveled through the Mists.  With a multitude of tales to mind and songs to match the wits of the smallfolk, the coin never ceases to fall in his favor when he opens his mouth.  Most of those in his trade would pick to carry a fiddle or flute, but somehow or another a silver handle came to hand to match the strange box that he cranks from.  None would think that such a contraption could make men weep, women kick their heels, or bring the old back to youth but such was the power of the song in Janus's hand and heart.

Magic is Impressive There is an air of chaos to the bard, not only in his manners and movements but in the very songs he sings.  He's learned many through the years and travels, but sometimes they come to in a way that hits home with a crowd or himself that he doesn't understand.  In some places, some might call it magic and it could very well be for where he rests his head that day.  A slight shrug and push off would try to deny the thoughts, but late words with his 'uncle' and his mastery of the 'aard' symbol say other wise to a latent talent in the raconteur.

Mist Walker Janus is a member of the Vistani, a roaming culture that has found a way to traverse the domains of the universe by way of the Mist without tether to those worlds.  It may not always get them where they need to be, but that is half the adventure of the travel.  Learned from his father who had learned from his father before, the lineage of the Mists has traveled all the way back to the first families of Barovia.  Recently, Janus and his brother have decided to strike out on their own as they feel it was time to give their parents space with the years passing.  With the Mist clinging to their wagon wheels and urging them ever forward, the Brothers Klaudin are hitting the dire trail for fortune and glory.

Hey Wolf Moon The full moon is not something to trifle with.  Despite a life of carefree wheeling and dealing on the winding roads of the Mists, trouble has still caught up with the Brothers.  Janus sadly was the most recent to reap what they sowed in the wild work they find themselves in.  Hidden as best he can beneath cape and cowl on those final days of the month, the wild struggles to break free from within.  For a man who can't help but grin, when the pale moon rises fear and desperation are all he knows.  It is grim, terrifying, and beyond a doubt dangerous.  Luckily with his brother Alfred on hand, he has been able to control it and lay hidden during the change.  But there is always the fear of the day when he will be alone when the sun sets on the 29th day.

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IC The whining drone would begin as the silver handle flashed along the edge of the strange instrument wielded by the smiling blue coated man.  Knees slightly bent, back straight, eyes shining the bard would begin to let the words flow from his mouth like a wizard's magic spell.

"Joseph was talking," Janus began as his voice floated above the music that poured from his instrument. He never moved as he began his song, only letting his eyes roam about the crowd.  "Grooming a rumor; He said 'Somebody drowned the other day'."

"That somebody was me, but I never drowned," Klaudin continued as he turned slowly about in the center of the room, turning the handle of his instrument with one hand as the other played the keys with otherworldly ease.  "I just simply slipped away."

As the final word of the verse fled his lips, it didn't begin to dissipate in the music it only seemed to gain more ethereal power as it floated in the tavern room air.  A hush gripped all as they watched him.  "So if you need me, I'm sorry; cause I'm not around anymore."

"I'll never tell you what I'm thinking," the bard continued to slowly rotate with his silver flashing handle as he continued to look about the room.  "You don't deserve to know."

As the final word hung in the air another voice would rise from the crowd, a woman's.  A barmaid who looked perplexed to suddenly be matching Janus's speed and lyrics though how she knew them, who could say?

"You came through stumbling hard, I knew Mumbling words untrue, only to undo; All the good I had achieved, you would Stampede all over it, because you could."

The maid matched him perfectly, their voices winding with the music of the hurdy gurdy in supernatural majesty.  She would gently drop away her tray and come to stand before him in the center of the common room.  The bard's voice dying away behind the music as she would now take the center stage to sing the next verse.  Alone.

"Joseph had captured a bird without wings Writing in gold, making shapes in the fire. His anger met silence, a death in the woods My freedom was mine again, mine again, all mine."

At one point she would begin to falter as if the music was leaving her with the absence of Janus's voice but a slight strength in the mention of fire brought her back.  Her voice carried again, high and beautiful with a sound that no one of this small backwater town knew she had in her.  As she closed on the final word of the verse, again Janus would join with her in perfect harmony.  The barmaid in turn would begin to walk about him to match his slow turn to see all the patrons of the evening.

"You won't find me crying So don't you feel sorry for me. All that I have is in my head; And all that you took you can have."

The maid would come to stand before him as they locked eyes in the center stage, the lyrics flowing from the bard and girl in a beautiful argument.

"You came through stumbling hard, I knew Mumbling words untrue, only to undo. All the good I had achieved, you would Stampede all over it, because you could."

How a pair of mortals could draw out such a force to bring lights lowered and shadows build as the argument seemed to be more than just a song now.  Eyes locked and words billowing forth in such heartbreaking contempt for the other, the verse repeated.

"You came through stumbling hard, I knew Mumbling words untrue, only to undo. All the good I had achieved, you would Stampede all over it, because you could."

As the final word came from them both, Janus would let his head fall back and scream to the ceiling above as his instruments voice drowned out the world from earth to sky.

"You don't heal me!"

"You don't heal me, like you used to," the gurdy continued to rumble and roar as the maid stumbled back, with fear in her eyes as the crowd's shock was deafened by his music.  Wood would creak, mugs rattle, fires would die to embers as the magic of his song seemed to unsettle the fabric of their reality.  Again his voice would rise in near angelic anger to mix with his playing all the while he would repeat his scream.  "You don't heal me, like you used to!"

"You don't heal me no more; You don't heal me no more; You don't heal me no more!"

From the crowd a similar pair of eyes kept with a frame much like the bard's would come to the edge of the stage.  A rattle of a sword at his side as he cried out above the magical song with a stern foreboding to his voice.  "Janus!"

"You don't heal me Like you used to You don't heal me."

The name was drowned as the bard let his howl rise into the howl of the gurdy at his waist.  But it was the barmaid's voice who cut through it like the sword at the man's side.  The fear she had before was gone as she stepped forward to lay a hand on his, the turning of the handle stopping instantly as Janus looked up into her eyes.  His face wet with tears as she reached up to his cheek.

"You don't heal me like you used to, You don't heal me no more. I don't need you like I used to, You can't cure me like before."

How she knew the words, even Janus wouldn't know as he stood with the maid.  Her eyes somber to his exposed pain and fear, her hand still on his cheek as she gently drew him close.  And he embraced her back just the same, two strangers who had found a song.

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😵, 💕, 🌼 for the muse headcanons.

send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

"Still alive?" "Aye, boy doesn't seem to want to give up," came the quiet reply, the soft clack of metal echoing among the stones. "Be better if we ended him don't ya think?" There was almost pity in the matter of factly tone of the first voice. "He'll never survive." "He's an investment, and I will not cast mine away." The metal continued to clack. "He will live. And he will be an asset." "More like dead weight," an annoying snort and closing of the door with a heavy thud were the last of the second voice. A more amused snort would answer the frustration, as the metal clacked again. "Always so dramatic, Madoc. Not worry though, Eld. We'll get you fixed and then you'll show them I was right."

send 💕 for a love headcanon

"Oh my sweet boy," the woman smiled across the table at the elder Klaudin, her eyes dark as midnight and lips as red as blood as she slowly traced her bottom lip. "I am going to make a man out of you tonight."

Janus swallowed and looked about the table as his family all looked slightly shocked at the lady's advances on him. Usually unflappable in the face of sexual tension, the Lady Olzanik had completely broken through his defenses and left him speechless. "I-well I don't-" "We'll be leaving now, thank you." The stern voice of Wilmina Klaudin cutting through the tense silence of the room as she raised from spot at the old table. The other guests shocked at the behavior from travelers, but a look of fear for not only themselves passed amongst the diners.

send 🌼 for a happiness headcanon

"Tis a good day, cousin," Arom laughed as he raised a goblet with Duncan.

"Indeed, Arom," Duncan laughed as he clashed his cup causing both to split and splash the ground with the red wine.

Both soldiers would look down to the dashed drinks and back up in stunned silence before bursting into laughter. Broken cups tilted back as the last drops within the old cups splashed their mouths and lips at the absurdity of the toast.

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- Despite a love and appreciation for red wines, Eld despises grapes.

- Duncan enjoys calligraphy as a past time, finding himself within the depths of Kaer Seren's library copying old tomes into new pages.

- Wilmina Klaudin is not from the same world as her husband Gregor, having been found by him in his travels among the Mists. She was once a ratcatcher within the cities of Richemulot, wielding her silver sword against the plague rats that consume her world.

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