Loville

Hello and welcome to Loville.
I take it upon myself to welcome you, I be a mere shadow, you would be surprised at how much you may observe if you have the will to do so.
The year, is 1847, a most wonderful book has just been published. Most, most insightful. It has had many a fellow in such an incandescent rage. Such an astounding spectacle, a moral outrage!
Wuthering Heights
I must say, I do esteem it one of the best works that I have ever encountered, such a gem that it shall be cherished for years.

The voices of the past shall echo through time. Mark my words, children, they shall suppress all those of the future.

Please take a seat.

You shall come to love Loville, all in good time. The people have strange countenances, you shall not wish to behold them. Yet you shall be loved; perhaps the gentlemen would join me in the inn for a drink. Such fine ale have we that the queen has taken it upon herself to visit. Victoria enjoyed a sip of it. Hitherto, we had no ale, but a substantial supply has come in. I do so hope that you shall join us here in Loville.

[list=]Author's note: Positions available in anywhere that you may wish to work. (as long as it fits the time period.)[/list]

I do apologise, hitherto I have not introduced myself. My name does not matter to you. I am not a citizen of Loville, nor am I a resident. I merely watch, an observer if you may.


If you wish to question anything surrounding Loville do so, but I may be rather partial to giving you the old inane answers that you perhaps deserve.

Okay, so I have a character.

Name: Charlotte Winford

Gender: Female

Age: 18

About: A quiet, reserved escapist who is very opinionated but has not often the courage to speak her thoughts. She works in an old crumbling bookshop near the quieter side of town. It barely has enough money to keep it running. She has been shunned by many of the townspeople with more morals because she agreed to buy 'Wuthering Heights' and release it in her bookshop. This is because she knows Emily Bronte personally.

Appearance: Short and rounded. Not beautiful, but interesting-looking, with a head of unruly dark curls which she keeps upswept in a messy bun, thick, black eyebrows overlooking an intelligent pair of stormy green eyes, and skin slightly tanned, clashing with the white complexion that most people favoured. She

History: She is quite a mysterious character, and nobody knows why she works in the bookshop, apart from the fact she is an orphan and must have inherited it from somebody. She lives with the vicar, who took her in when she was very young, after her parents died. She hasn't been treated very well by the vicar's family as they dissaprove of her opinions and the way she has no interest in marrying or in their strong Catholic beliefs.

- Will write more later, when I have more time.

Ah Charlotte;
I quite remember you, that solitary little figure, I remember your shadow well. How delightful to finally be properly acquainted with you.

"Good day to you, observer," Charlotte interjected shyly, fiddling with a dark curl self-consciously. She glanced the shadow up and down from the corner of her eye, and then returned to stacking books on the ancient wooden shelves.

Loville is remarkably empty at this time of year, she mused, while fondly smoothing out the cover of Wuthering Heights. Emily had written a masterpiece, Charlotte was sure of it. But the townspeople had given her such grief over it.

She sighed heavily, and then spun back round to her recent interlocuter -
but she was gone.