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Peace with Spain was signed in February 1720. In late April its news arrived to the West Indies, so all the Navies got allied against the common foe – pirates, making their trade more difficult to survive. Which side are you on?

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The inhabitants of Port de Paix, a French colony, are now busy with celebrating Saint Jean d'Ete and a wedding among the highest nobility. Time for everyone who happens to be in Port de Paix to know them better… and to add your personal flavour to the holiday!

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Jul 19 2014, 07:00 PM
Date: January 6th, 1720
Place: Port de Paix, Saint Domingue, Hispaniola

All the shutters had been thrown open and the doors as well, to allow for any chance breeze that might happen by to stir the heavy air in the tall, narrow rooms, which opened one in to other like a strand of pearls. The front room, which in most homes was the show piece of the house where guests were received, was the least decorative of all. The most attractive thing about it was the walls themselves; a pale robins egg blue, the paint chipping here and there to reveal the white plaster beneath. There was a long table, the wood bleached by sun and strong spirits, a few cots along the walls with folded blankets, and a hutch in the corner, housing pots and jars and small phials.

The next room was almost as simple. A bed dressed in an aging quilt of fading colors, veiled like a bride behind a curtain of mosquito netting. A trunk for storage, an armoire housing a few dresses. Not much at all.

The plaster on the kitchen walls was dulled and sooty with age, and the floor was tiled in earthy, serviceable terracotta. From the ceiling was suspended rafts of herbs, papery braids of garlic and peppers amid stranger things. Dried toads, desiccated serpents with ivory fangs This is the room that clearly saw the most use. There were two sets of pots and pans at least hanging from the mantle above the fire place, a scale for weighing and measuring, jars or every size and shape.

It was there that she stood at the doorway, sweeping a small pile of dust in to the courtyard, where the chickens were squabbling over some petty business of their own. Every spare moment found her with broom in hand, sweeping the tiled floors, or dusting the jars and vials where no dirt dared collect. It seemed too much space to her, these three rooms, and it felt not yet like home.

It was the day of the King's Feast, and she dressed in immaculate white, from her tignon to petticoat. This was the Feast of the Epiphany, celebrating the visitation of the Magi to the infant Christ. For others it served a different and duel purpose; today would be spent in honoring the three Simbi; Simbi Dlo, Simbi Andezo, and Simbi Makaya. The serpent lwas. Water spirits, conductors of souls, master of leaf and poison and sorcery. These were not celebrations held in the light of day, though there were signs of them everywhere, hidden beneath the coded language of the islands particular brand of Catholic worship. Requests would be made; for knowledge, wisdom, and power. And if you were fortunate, the Simbi would reply.

Already it was edging towards evening. The sun was tilting below the horizon. Soon enough, she would depart.
Jul 16 2014, 09:58 AM
Celestine-Teres Couvertier



Name: Celestine-Teres Couvertier

Aliases: Celestine

Age: 29, Februrary 11, 1691

Gender: Female

Rank/ Occupation: docte fey (Leaf Doctor)

Current Location: Hispaniola

Character PB: Noemie Lenoir

General appearance:
Les Sirenes. The Quadroons of Hispaniola were famed as some of most lovely women in the world, combining the lush, exotic features of Africa, with the refinement of Europe in the form of straight, lithe figures and exquisitely chiseled features. There is no doubt that Celestine is a child of the islands. Her complexion is pure caramel, and her eyes an uncertain shade of hazel, sometimes green, sometimes brown. Her hair is a middling shade of brown, usually hidden beneath a plain, white tignon, the head wrap commonly used among women of color. She takes care to keep her ears covered, and wears only one small gold hoop in her left ear.

For a woman of the most humble circumstances she carries herself well. She's tall and stately with native grace, though one would be hard pressed to mistake it for 'pride'. She seems to take great pains to remain unnoticed, never making eye contact even when speaking, and never raising her voice. Her clothing also do nothing to draw the eye; the most practical and economical of cottons in drab colors, her calloused feet always bare.

Clothing:
Plain cotton frocks in solid, dark colors. Faded black, muted blue, and brown. She wears her hair wrapped in a white turban, and wears no jewelry save a single gold hoop.

Personality:
Your eyes are brighter than the stars and the angels wept at the hour of your birth to see one of their number lost? And he gave you a token of his love and swore to return in two weeks time? And now two months have passed and none who were there at your meeting recall the name of John Smith? Oh, ma petite soeur, don't feel foolish. You're not the first woman to fall in love with a sailor.

Celestine is a very somber woman. She was born a slave, and after a life of cheerless resignation it's difficult for her to adjust to her life being her own. She still retains that stillness as if it at any moment someone might notice her and decide to snatch that precious freedom away again. Patient and kind, she's seen a great deal of suffering in her lifetime and does what she can to alleviate the pains of others. She has a weak spot for children and other women in trouble, and is slow to judge others of her sex. Still, after her experiences and hearing the same stories repeated unendingly, she's mistrustful of men and cynical about the notion of love.

Life has left her exceedingly jaded.

Her friends tend to come from among the lower rungs of society, though there are many higher class courtesans and other kept women also come to her for 'help' from time to time. Many people consider the main part of her trade an abomination, but she sees it as an act of mercy. Better to stop the seed from taking or end the life before it begins, rather then letting an innocent be born unwanted or doomed to bitterness and suffering.

Birth place: Hispaniola, north of Dessalines
Family:
Father – Unknown
Mother – Nanette
siblings – None
spouse, children, anybody else – son, Patrice (13), daughter, Rosette (deceased), daughter, Athalie(7)

History:
Beauty is a curse. Better to remain unnoticeable, invisible among the masses. Celestine never knew her mother, Nanette. It was said that she was one of the most beautiful women on the plantation, and when she came of age, the old masters favorite. She committed suicide shortly after Celestine's birth by swallowing a handful of lye. Celestine was given to Mama Celeste, the head housekeeper and the plantations doctč fčy, leaf doctor, to live or die. She lived and grew, the mambo's living shadow from the time she could walk. Celestine spent her youth in the kitchen and the old woman's garden, following her around and watching as she set bones, tended wounds, amputated limbs, and brought children in to the world. Too often these little lives ended prematurely, not always through an accident of fate. Infant deaths were high among the slave population, and overseers were rewarded for keeping birth numbers up.

Eventually, the overseer took notice of her. She was barely more than a girl when she first gave birth to a son she named Patrice. For a time he was her sole consolation and joy, until he was lost in a game of cards by the old master, exchanged for a debt at the age of 4. For the first time she truly understood the hopelessness her mother had felt, what had driven her poison. She was 18, and soon everything would change.

The master died with no sons. Only a daughter, a spoiled pampered thing named Aurelia, who'd managed to catch the eye of some penniless minor noble in Paris one season. They installed themselves as the new master and mistress of the house, and it wasn't long before the new master adapted to the social mores of the island and decided to take Celestine as his concubine. No matter that she was unwilling, no matter that she had no choice but to submit, Aurelia despised her. During the day she went about her household duties as quietly and unobtrusively as possible, but there was no avoiding it when the master called for her. Meanwhile Aurelia heaped abuse on her for every infraction, though always careful not to damage her husbands favorite too badly. Until one day while he was away she caught her outside of her bedroom door.

She wasn't listening to the discussion between the mistress and her friend, but as a punishment Aurelia had the overseer cut off Celestines right ear.

The master was livid. He didn't speak to his wife for weeks. But eventually things returned to normal. Celestine worked in the house, helped Mama Celeste when she had time, and submitted when she had to. Eventually she would give birth again. Once, to a stillborn daughter she called Rosette, who lived only a few hours. A few years later another daughter was born, who was taken from her while only a few days old. She was born far too fair, far too blonde for there to be any doubt who the father was, and while Aurelia might tolerate what happened behind her back (in front of her face), there were limits.

This pattern might have continued indefinitely, had not illness intervened. The master fell sick and it was Celestine that tended him and saw him through what otherwise might have been a fatal event. In gratitude for her service, he offered her her freedom and gave her just enough funds to get her to Port de Paix. There she began operating out of a small rented room in the shadier part of town, gaining a reputation as a woman who knew how to assist with women's troubles and will clean and stitch wounds, no questions asked.

Weapon Skills: None

Anything else:
~Celestine is missing her right ear and so keeps that side of her face covered
~ She speaks French fluently and is conversant in Spanish and English
~ Celestine practices vodou and is a favorite of Erzulie, the lwa of love, beauty,and sensuality and patroness of abused women and betrayed lovers
~ She's illiterate
~ She hates the smell of bergamot, which her master favored

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