not exactly an uncommon occurrence in london but usually during such a massive downpour peter was usually lucky enough to find some half decent place to sleep. tonight he was alone, wet, with no where to go. he was weak, as well, from the full moon the previous night which makes the whole situation even worse than it normally would be.
he sat down on the steps of a place – at least there was some minor shelter from the rain. he rubbed his itchy, tired eyes, getting lost in the white noise of the rain. suddenly there is a shuffle behind him and peter scrambles up to see a woman coming out of the place. “oh —- sorry,” he says, voice like he’s talking around marbles.
———— The clouds had moved in earlier that morning and it only signaled to the Londoners that it would, yet again, be another dreary day. It was a common occurrence Anne had grown to witness in England the past centuries and as odd as it was, she enjoyed the rain. The raindrops pattered against the windowpane, a rhythmic noise that would surely put Anne to sleep if she did not have mundane errands to run. The High Warlock of London didn’t need her assistance that day, so it gave her time to relax.
It was when she finally stepped out from her flat in which she nearly ran into a sort of large LUMP on the front stairs that disrupted her plans for that day. With the large umbrella ready to open, Anne paused the action and peered to look at what this pile had been and discovered that it was rather yet a BOY. The boy spoke, apologizing that he was sitting there. ❝ If there should be someone who is sorry, it’s me –❞ Anne responded. It was beginning to rain heavily now and the trip to the local market store was ignored. All her attention was placed on the boy. ❝ If you don’t mind me asking – What are you doing out here in the rain? You could catch a cold.❞
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CHARACTERIZATION:
001: I currently portray Anne based on minimal factual knowledge and records with some show influence. I write as I imagine her to be and not as the vixen most visualize her as. You may dislike Anne or you might like her and my portrayal included in this mix. But please keep your opinion to yourself or if you must, come speak to me in private about it, donβt send in anons.
I will not play/write Anne right to the very core of her soul.
002: There will be triggers of blood, minimal swearing, smut and other things. All will be tagged. The mun and Anne are of age.
003: Though fatefully married to King Henry VIII, I am willing to move away from history if there be any type of romance to form. I dislike Anne's fate and believe that she had a better chance with someone else than the King.
Because I love chemistry between characters, I can get a little hyped when it comes to shipping. So if I spring on you the βHey, I ship _____ with Anne!β, donβt get so alarmed.
004: I do not interact with anyone who also portrays Anne.
BIOGRAPHY
Anne Boleyn was the second daughter of Sir Thomas Boleyn and Lady Elizabeth Howard. She was born in England, raised there until her early teens to serve as a Lady to Queen Margaret of Austria. Because the Queen took a liking to both her and her father, word spread of Anne's quick learning and grace. By the age of fifteen, the Boleyns made their way to France where Anne and her older sister, Mary, served as Lady's for the Queen and later her daughter. Here, it is unclear as to what Anne's life was like in the French Court. After several years of living in the French Court, the Boleyns returned to England on request of Charles Brandon, Duke of Sulfolk. Anne's father served as England's ambassador, therefore gave both his daughter the opportunity to serve as Queen Katherine of Aragon's Lady's. It was during this time that both Anne and Mary participated in a play to welcome the Spanish diplomats, in which Anne met the man who would be responsible for her death, King Henry VIII. From here, their romance sprouted with love letters and gifts, often being sent from the King himself. Anne often rejected them, for she didn't want his affection at all. In asking her if she would serve as his mistress, Anne denied Henry, only causing him to pursue her more. It isn't at all sure as to what finally caused Anne to fall in love with him, but the two then married in secret and conceived Elizabeth I. After several failed pregnancies after her dear Elizabeth was born, speculations against Anne began to stir at court. Convinced that his wife hadn't been a virgin when they were married and that she was responsible for witchcraft, Anne was sentenced to be beheaded, the same day that Henry and Jane Seymore were set to be wedded.
There aren't any potraits of the Queen Anne. Only descriptions and paintings of what she could have looked like, after her passing. From what most described her as, Anne had olive toned skin with dark hair and brown eyes. She wasn't at all remotely close to the "English Roses" that existed in England and on Court at the time. She was petite, standing at perhaps five foot three and had been quite slender. Most say that she wasn't at all beautiful but rather very average looking.
Anne Boleyn had been described as an intelligent woman full of wit and charm. She wasn't like most wmen, which many can conclude as to why Henry had fallen in love with Anne in the first place. She was very opininated and quite blunt, therefore didn't refrain herself from speaking her mind. Anne was playful, flirtatious and often drew men in, specifically, Sir Thomas Wyatt and King Henry VIII.
