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JAIME STARLING 77 HUNTSMAN

[prismfallshq]

Titania sat quietly at the base of the marble shrine that belonged to Athys – the Goddess of of life, fertility, and love – she was not praying, but rather, upkeeping the shrine. She took the time to dust the leaves from the steps, to set out her own tributes to the Goddess ; of roses and lilacs. White candles lit, with drops of lavender perfume. She hadn’t prayed to the Goddess for many a year, but she felt as though the Goddess had done a great deal for her over her life and even though it was now all gone from her grasp – she still should show proper appreciation for it. When she heard footsteps arriving, she looked up from where she sat on the marble steps. “Sorry, do you need a moment alone?” Titania asked them, moving to stand.

[ofstarlings]

The man he’d been following had vanished in the general vicinity of Athys’ shrine, and Jaime, diligent as a dog tailing a fox, had followed. It hadn’t occurred to him that disturbing certain shrines might involve disturbing certain shrine-maidens – if that was what the blonde was, at any rate – until he was already meeting her eyes. “Er–” What he should have done was say yes, which might have solved all of his problems and given him cover to search the shrine further, but for some reason found himself stumbling on his way to the word. “No. I mean, yes. Well–” A pause. Something about her presence made him feel slightly guilty. It wasn’t as if he had to catch the man, not really. “No. I’m sorry to have disturbed, er, you. And the shrine.”

[runawaylegacy-deactivated202102]

“Well, this place sure is busy tonight.” Karissa muttered to herself, eyeing the crowd with a sly smile. The tavern was always a good place to pick targets, drunk people made easy marks. As evident by the coin purse that she snagged on her way in, giving the leather pouch a small shake. Enough to buy a few drinks and a hot meal. Good enough for her. Practically prancing up to the bar, she leaned against it. “Some ale for me.” She paused, glancing at the person next to her. “And one for my friend here.” It was better to drink with someone, less suspicion if someone came poking around for lost items. “What’re you having?”

[ofstarlings]

“Ale will do,” said Jaime. He already had a drink in his hand, but was halfway to the dregs of it already and wasn’t stupid enough to turn away an offer of ale when it came knocking at his proverbial door. He gave the woman a once over and wondered if he’d seen her before but couldn’t place the familiarity he’d found in her features, and wasn’t sure it was anything but imagined anyway. He dismissed it, and took a sip of his near-empty drink. “How are you, friend?”

[ofstarlings]

STATS

name - jaime starling age - 77 occupation - huntsman sexuality - bisexual mbti - istp enneagram - 6w5 alignment - chaotic neutral traits - warm, pragmatic, recalcitrant, avoidant secret - sympathetic to the former royal family

ABOUT

jaime was apprenticed by another huntsman at a young age. said hunter was a former soldier with ties to the now deposed former royal family who had learned to hunt for the very simple reason that if you could hunt, you wouldn’t starve. jaime internalized this. he is skilled with a bow, but is wary of close combat. if asked, jaime would say that his life thus far has been uneventful. this is more or less true; he has a routine that he sticks to, and is often hesitant to embark on journeys that might take him outside of his comfort zone.

jaime is neither social nor antisocial. while not averse to making friends, the circles he keeps to are not necessarily the sorts in which one makes friends, though they aren’t liable to make one enemies either. he doesn’t tend to vocalize his affections – if jaime likes someone, he’ll show this by helping them with problems, or giving them things he thinks they may need.

when he isn’t hunting, jaime can often be found reading or drawing. if doing neither of those, it’s likely he’s in a tavern, enjoying some warmth and a meal and a stiff drink. jaime lives in a small room above a shop, having struck a deal with the shop owner (he occasionally supplies them with the spoils of his hunts in exchange for room and board).

jaime’s father is quite wealthy, and loyal to the queen. he and jaime’s sister receive a visit from jaime once in a blue moon. jaime cares for his father, in a way, and cares for his sister, but they don’t seem to have much in common. jaime technically is heir to his father’s title, but intends to ignore this. his sister has always seemed more deserving.

jaime has a hunting dog named cee (his sister insisted that he call the dog cecilia, and jaime agreed, but that doesn’t mean he calls the dog cecilia). she’s a large dog but she doesn’t make much noise when they’re home, so the merchants housing jaime don’t mind her.