woman with vision.

Miss Rhosyn Howell. Twenty-one.Sister to the new baron of Coventry. penned by ginny.

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Open starter for: Virginia | Location: A promenade in Kensington Gardens

Life was getting busy for the new Baroness, but April was also proving to be full of brightness and love. Between the various poetry events going on around Mayfair and the upcoming wedding for Nathaniel Bruce and Vitoria Wright, Virginia felt love all around and it made her feel lighter. Perhaps she was a romantic deep at heart, or she enjoyed the lovely spring air and all that it had to offer.

"Thank you for joining me in getting some fresh air. The weather has been so nice lately, no rain!" Virginia chuckled softly as she loosely held onto her pup's leash who trotted along happily. "Tell me, what are your plans for the rest of your day?"

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Rhosyn had realized she liked Virginia. She had had no notion what to anticipate from the baroness when she initially arrived at the Windham residence. It had been so long since Rhosyn had seen her brother that she was unsure if he would have genuinely married a woman for love (who just happened to be an heiress) or whether he had been hoping to ascend in society himself. However, the baroness of Coventry had shown to be friendly and tolerant of Rhosyn, and she had not attempted to drive her away.

"Thank you for inviting me", Rhosyn said to her sister-in-law, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Because you're asking me," she begun, "I was hoping you could tell me more about the Bruce family and what is there to expect at the wedding."

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where; a modiste whomst; Rhosyn @scigne

When Rhys had first told Tim that his younger sister was in town he’d been delighted. Kuuyi and their mother both had no intention of joining the Ton and Tim could hardly blame them, but sometimes he wished he could take them to meet everyone. Rhosyn could meet people. Rhosyn wanted to meet people. And Rhys didn’t mind if Tim spent some money helping his sister play Princess. (Or at least Tim hoped he didn’t mind. He hadn’t actually asked.)

“Welcome to my favorite modiste!” Tim said with a grand gesture. “They are beyond excellent, and always do the best job with my waistcoats. There’s a wedding coming up, you’ll need a dress to wear. One dress, on me. Well, and the little hat thing that goes with it obviously.”

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Rhosyn believed her brother had done well for himself. He had not only joined gentle society, but he had also met and made friends with wealthy individuals. People who had more than what Rhosyn grew up with.

While her brother's American friend appeared to be a fine man, all she could see was someone who may be able to assist her achieve her goals. And what she wanted right now was a new look for the approaching wedding. It was her first time attending such an event and she wished to make an impact.

She let out a gasp as she saw the modiste's shop. It was a new experience for Rhosyn. She'd never had her exact measurements taken to create the ideal garment. "She's familiar with the current fashions, is she not, Mr. De Vere?" Rhosyn addressed him formally, attempting to look more prim and innocent than she was. "I'm not sure I know very well what ladies of socity wear."

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THAT 70’S SHOW 1x22 "Punk Chick"

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OPEN EVENT STARTER | to thetonhq LOCATION | WINCHESTER HOUSE - DRAWING ROOM

It had been a long time since the house had visitors and with her son and brother in law still in Hereford, Marie was doing her best to find any potential matches. It didn't matter about a title. They just needed to have a mind, be interesting, on her side and had money. A lot of requirements but the last one was the only one that mattered. Hearing that someone had arrived, she smiles wide welcoming ready to embrace them. "It can be so lonely in this big house all by myself, I love to hear that I have a visitor! Please, come and join me and talk of anything! I could do with the company!"

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While still new to society, Rhosyn was working hard to develop connections and meet people who may help her achieve her aim. She didn't know much about the Winchesters, or anyone for that matter, but she did know that they were important. They possessed titles and a future viscount in the face of Lady Winchester's only son. While she hadn't met the son, it didn't hurt to be on his mother's good side.

"Lady Winchester," Rhosyn greeted as she entered the room, bowing like she had rehearsed. "My name is Miss Rhosyn Howell. My brother is married to the new baroness of Coventry," she added. "I hope I'm not disturbing."

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who: rhys & rhoysn @scigne where: Lord Barnett's House

Rhys hadn’t expected this life. All he ever wanted was a family and a cottage on a nice piece of land to farm. Now, he was titled, part of the peerage that his father hated. The day Rhosyn turned up at his door wasn’t something Rhys had ever expected. In the five years since he’d left Wales, none of his letters were returned, but that was in the past now. Rhoysn was here, and Rhys was determined that her season would be a fun one. The first event was a low-pressured one, hosted by Lord Barnett. The Waltz and Writings wasn’t something Rhys was interested in, but he knew his sister would enjoy the dancing. Rhys guided his sister through the threshold of the house, noting the men and women whose heads had turned Rhosyn’s way.  The musicians softened their music while a poet stepped up to the stage, giving the dancers some much-needed respite. “Stay close,” Rhys murmured. He hadn’t been a brother for so long, and now he felt overly protective of his sister. He wanted to protect Rhosyn against the whispers and judgement, but this was London. 

They began a slow walk around the edge of the floor as the dancers returned, swirling around while Rhys scanned the floor. “That’s Lord Carrington’s son,” Rhys nodded towards a darker-haired man. He’d recognised him from the race tracks, but he hadn’t hosted him yet. “He’s a fine enough man, but he likes to gamble.” Rhys watched his sister take it all in; part of him was happy for her. He wanted her to be happy and to experience it all, but he didn’t want to lose her again. “I’ll introduce you to the sensible men,” Rhys said, smiling before the last part came out. “If I can find any.” Rhys paused, watching a group of debutantes giggling, their dance cards already half full. “How’s your dance card looking?”

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She wasn't sure whether she'd be recognized or allowed into her brother's new home when she initially left the farm. It had been years since she had heard from him. She was first concerned that he had changed and wanted to forget his past as a farmer's son, the past of a simple existence. Not that she would have blamed him. But she had chosen to be courageous and show up at the door of his magnificent new residence anyway.

She had been favorably welcomed. So favorably, she felt as if she could finally join the society to which she had always aspired.

While Rhosyn thought her manners and elegance to be less polished than those of the ladies who grew up in that social group, she would try her best to smile as charmingly as possible and glide across the room as gracefully as possible. "Oh, brother, I am sure there are many men who are sensible. You are simply holding them to an impossible standard," she said in jest, her gaze darting across the room. She wasn't very concerned about being sensible. It did not matter. As long as a man had the proper standing, "I believe not many are willing to approach me while you are watching them so closely," Rhosyn stated as she looked down at her very empty dance card.

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Goodness, RHOSYN HOWELL  has arrived!  SHE/HER  is  21  , of the  WELSH   HOWELLS , and a  MISS  . They are  NEW  to England and the season. This author has heard they are AMIABLE  but also  EGOCENTRIC . Accompanied by  THEMSELVES  , there is much talk of their arrival and accepting calls but be warned: I have heard they  CAN BE OPPORTUNISTIC ! 

Basics -

NAME: Rhosyn Mair Howell

FAMILY: Gethin Howell (father), Anwen Howell (mother), Madoc Howell (older brother), Rhys Howell (older brother), Virginia Windham-Howell (sister-in-law), Carys Howell (younger sister), Owain Howell (younger brother)

ROLE IN SOCIETY:

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Date of Birth: May 2nd 1793

Languages: Welsh, English

Appearance-

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Red

About- 

She was never destined to live the ordinary life of a farmer's daughter. Or so she's always believed. Rhosyn preferred prettier and nicer dresses, more costly materials, and shinier shoes even as a child. Despite the fact that her family couldn't afford her likes, she was confident that one day she would be able to have all she desired. Growing up, she was often noticed for her lovely, angelic face and innocent demeanour. She never got in trouble for anything she did and was popular with the lads her age. They would pursue her, but she would not express a strong interest in their advances since they did not suit the type of man and life she desired for herself. Rhosyn was just a child when her older brother Rhys mysteriously vanished from her and the rest of their family's lives. She had questions about what may have happened to him, but her parents refused to respond. It seemed as if he had never been. When she finally found out, she was pretty surprised. She had fully intended to ignore her parents' regular dispute when she heard his name mentioned. Rhys was in London, married to a baroness. Rhosyn saw this as an opportunity to live the life she had always wanted. She packed her most critical possessions and snuck out that night, departing for London without telling anybody about her plans. The next item on her agenda is finding a wealthy, titled husband for herself who can make those lovely dresses and dazzling shoes a daily reality.