Theodosia Reynolds | 32 | Guild Head ----------------------------- They paint the world full of shadows ... and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility. There is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it.
The Golden Cairn had made port early that morning and Logan found himself in the company of the Guild Head though she was less then willing to help. “You can’t still be upset at me about that little incident with the emerald that I promised.” Said emerald had mysteriously gone missing. “Plus the Cairn picked up something better this time.“
The brunette had dealt with the Captain of the Golden Cairn a few times, and as charming as he was, she knew she had to take everything he promised with a grain of salt. “I most certainly can. I despise liars. You are lucky I still allow you to do business here.” She told him with a sharp glare. “Just because I allow you to do business with the Guild does not mean I personally will do business with you.” Theodosia clarified, folding her arms over her chest. She attempted to seem uninterested as he mentioned picking up something better. “Is that so? And what, pray tell me, could be better than an emerald?” She asked with a raised brow.
Vida looked the stranger up and down and arched her eyebrow. “I’m sorry. Did I do something to offend you?” she asked, sharper tone tinging her words. “All I did was ask if you knew who had left these barrels by my front gate. You’re the only person I see around here. I thought maybe you’d seen something. There’s no call for your ill-manners.”
Vida went and retrieved a hammer to pull the nails from the top of the first barrel before looking back at Theodosia.
“What are you doing standing around here anyway? Did you need something from the apothecary?”
Theodosia gave a nonchalant shrug. "I do not know you, so why would I help you?" She asked, confused as to why the other had expected more of her. "I've never been known for my manners. I don't feel they are as important as people would have you believe -- and anyone who thinks they are has been hoodwinked into a system that makes social shame an instrument of class preservation."
As the woman came back out with a hammer to open the barrels, it became apparent that she was the apothecarist. "No, actually, I have come into some supplies that I thought the apothecary might be interested in." She replied, trying not to be too obvious as she peered over at the barrels, curious to what was inside.
“I’d think twice about releasing me. That is if you had any intention of keeping your hand” Kennedy hissed her threat to the stranger as she attempted to loosen his grip on her whilst trying not to draw attention to them. Her hand drifted to her hip where her small blade was usually hidden, only to find it missing and her heart to lurch. She had only wanted to have a quiet drink, hoping to over hear any information on the new arrivals, though this time it appeared that she had made the mistake of listening in on the wrong people and they hadn’t been as drunk and unobservant as she had originally thought.
Theodosia didn't often get involved in other people's problems, but she'd grown warm to Kennedy, and so when she saw a man grab her, she found herself rising to her feet and storming over to the pair. She had given Kennedy a small blade to keep on her person at all times. Men around Nassau couldn't be trusted - well, men anywhere couldn't be trusted in Theo's opinion - and so she was surprised to find the young woman hadn't had it on her person. Luckily for the redhead, Theodosia had hers, and it was currently pricking the male's lower back. "Do we have a problem here, sir?"
WHO : open
WHERE : the streets of Nassau
WHEN : Mid Afternoon
Theodosia shook her head at the other’s request, “I cannot help you, nor do I wish to.” She shot them a look which told them their effort to change her mind would be futile.
💀 [ Jessica Parker Kennedy | cis female | she&her | 32 ] 💀 hoist the black! THEODOSIA REYNOLDS, the GUILD HEAD, has arrived in nassau. the whispers in the square say that they’re allied with PIRATES and COOL HEADED, but can also be EMOTIONLESS. that is, unless you threaten HER REPUTATION. beware the black spot. (paige, 24, gmt+1, she&her, self harm and suicide)
THE BASICS
Full Name. Theodosia Reynolds
Aka. Theo
Birthdate. March 30, 1683
Age. Thirty-Two
Gender. Cis Female
Pronouns. She/Her
Orientation. Pansexual
Occupation. Guild Head
Residence. Nassau, New Providence Island
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Hair. Long brown hair, curled and braided
Eyes. Hazel
Distinguishing Features. Short height
Build. Mesomorphic
Dominant Hand. Right
Scars. None
Tattoos. None
Piercings. Ears
Face Claim. Jessica Parker Kennedy
PERSONALITY
Zodiac. Aries
Alignment. Chaotic Neutral
Positive Traits. Adaptable, Confident Independent
Negative Traits. Vindictive, Strong-Willed, Deceitful
MB Type. ISTJ-A
Personality Role. The Logistician
Enneagram Type. The Reformer, The Achiever, The Challenger
BACKGROUND
Birth Place. Nassau, New Providence Island
Ethnicity. Italian, Russian, and African decent
Parents. Rosa and Sam Reynolds
Siblings. None
Pets. A dog named Ferdinand
Education. Schooling up until the age of fifteen
Notable Skills. piano playing
Languages. English, Russia, Italian and French
Abilities. tbd
TRIVIA
➼ tba
HISTORY
TW: Death, Rape, Murder, Drowning
All of her life, men had tried to control Theodosia. It began with her father betrothing her to his business partner's son from birth. Not even a day old, and she'd already lost complete control of her life. Her mother was more sympathetic to her situation, but she never dared to speak up to her husband as she too was under his thumb. But, of course, most wouldn't have found anything to complain about; after all, Theodosia was raised well in a reasonably wealthy family, with her parents giving her every opportunity to excel in her education - as much as a lady could anyway. As a result, her upbringing made her into a strong independent woman.
Tragedy soon struck the thirteen-year-old's life as her mother died during childbirth along with the baby she had been carrying. Theodosia lost the only person that could sympathise with her. Her father became hardened and ignored the girl's presence. She felt invisible. A cold and hard exterior began to build itself around the girl.
Before she knew it, she had turned sixteen and had to marry her betrothed. Despite her pleas and protests, the young girl walked down the aisle and did what was expected of her. After their wedding, her husband moved them from her home in Nassau to France, isolating Theodosia even more. Her husband was hardly ever home; instead, he was busy running the Merchant's Guild. She tried to learn more of his business, wanting to know what he did as head of the Guild. After realising his wife was far cleverer than he had initially given her credit, he started listening to her advice and thoughts regarding his business. Yet, he still didn't treat her like an equal, which she found infuriating; if anything, he began to treat her worse.
Theodosia couldn't sit back and hold her tongue like her mother used to do. Instead, she stood up to her husband, pointing out his business had only become successful since he'd began to steal her ideas. She boldly told him how he only mistreated her because she threatened him, and he felt emasculated by her knowledge. Theodosia had stepped too far. Wanting to prove her wrong and put her back in what he considered her place as a wife to be, the male raped her. At that moment, something inside of Theodosia snapped. She decided she was no longer going to let men control her and rule her life. She wanted to be her own woman finally, and so she decided to kill him. It required some planning if she were to do it without getting caught, but it didn't take too long to think of something with her cunning and devious mind.
The brunette decided to take her husband to a tavern where she made sure he got drunk, so drunk he struggled to stand - and then she walked home with him. On their journey home, they would have to pass the docks, and it was there where she gently nudged him enough for him to lose his balance and fall into the harbour. Unfortunately, the male had consumed too much to swim, and it was too dark for anyone to see and help him. And that was the tragic story of how she lost her husband. It's the story she travelled home with, playing the role of a grieving widow. No one suspected that she had a hand in his death which meant all his funds and his business were handed over to her. She was now in a position where no man would ever tell her what to do.
