-The Staff & Family Character Cards-
-Master Labeau-
"Welcome honored guests and new friends to my humble manor. Please, enjoy yourselves! The night is young and the wine cold!"
Name: Phineas Labeau
Age: 45
Race: Breton
Skills: With charm to match his wealth, Phineas Labeau is considered a smooth talker. His silver tongue and charming smile are capable of making even the most flustered of folk feel more at ease or the stingiest of men give his fortunes away. Master Labeau is learned in Illusion magic and Alchemy but hasn't practiced either in years.. or so he would say.
Appearance: Standing at about 5'10'' on any given day, he has feeble looking arms and legs. What he lacks in muscle, he makes up for in good looks. His pearly-white smile and clean-shaven face seemingly lie about his age. His wavy, brown hair is often pulled back into a pony tail behind his head, allowing his handsome, hazel eyes to shine through. Master Labeau almost always wears a selection of fine silk shirts, handsome and sturdy trousers, and classy brown or black jackets brought with him from High Rock. One look at this man, and a passerby can tell just about everything they need to know about him; rich, suave, and proper.
Background: Next to nothing is known about Phineas Labeau. His own wife is likely to know very little about him. What can be said is that he recently moved to Skyrim from High Rock and that he comes from a rich family by the name "Labeau."
Personality: Kind and charming, but short tempered at the same time. He is very welcoming and warm seeming to most who meet him, but they will soon find out that it does not take much to set Master Labeau off. A bit too much salt in his stew, a bit too little wood on his hearth and Phineas is likely to go off on a vein-in-neck-bulging rampage toward his staff. He is mysterious and likes to keep to himself; allowing others to only know him on a skin deep level. He spends much of his day in his study, alone. Some say that he may have a small issue with drinking too much wine.
"Why, if it weren't for my books, I might lose it and kill the damned maid."
-The Maid-
"Master Labeau? Yes, he's a stern man... I'd rather not talk about it. Please?"
Name: Lisa Dufont
Age: 26
Race: Breton
Skills: Lisa has an excellent memory and a fantasic ability to spot dirt on furniture from the other side of a room. She is extrememly valuable to the upkeep of The Manor Labeau. If it weren't for Lisa, Henry's experiments might have the whole place blanketed in dust and ash.
Appearance: About 5'4'' and slenderly built. She has a sweet, young and pretty face, but it is often etched with worry. Her gorgeous, chestnut colored hair is always pulled back in a bun; a loose strand or two escaping and falling over her face from time to time. She almost always wears her black maid's dress with an apron. Master Labeau was gracious and granted her a new dress and apron to wear on the night of the party.
Background: Miss Dufont was born and raised on a farm outside of Solitude. Her simple beginnings led to a simple life; milking cows and patching up her father's ripped clothing. She is the most recent hire at The Manor Labeau, only having worked there a matter of a few weeks before the night of the party. She was told that the last maid left because of "job related stress" but has heard whispered rumors that the previous maid was actually murdered by the master of the manor. She is quite unsure whether or not to believe these rumors.
Personality: Mousy and very quiet. She follows orders seemingly more out of fear than anything. When in the presence of Mr. (or Mrs. for that matter) Labeau, she can often be seen shivering a bit or biting her nails. Lisa wont usualy speak unless spoken to. Her mousy nature hints to something possibly deeper or darker about Lisa's past, but she always shys away from such topics.
"Th-the Master would like to offer you, h-his honored guest, a selection of the finest wines and ales imported from High Rock. P-please, enjoy."
-The Chef-
"Phineas? He and I go way back. I work for him because I lost a bet! Ha!"
Name: Daniel Aemilius
Age: 51
Race: Imperial
Skills: Known as the best cook the Imperial Legion had ever seen, his food is exquisite. He also has great skill in combat, mostly with one-handed swords, from his time in the Imperial Army.
Appearance: Short for a man of his age and race, he makes up for it in muscle. Daniel is extremely burly and gruff looking with tan, leathery skin. He keeps a thick beard on his face, but it rarely is able to hide his large, pearly white smile. His head is shaved (so he doesn't need to cover it in the kitchen, of course). He has a large scar across his right eye, and speaking of eyes, his are a bright blue. He always wears plain, brown colored clothing covered by his lucky apron.
Background: Daniel served most of his younger life with the Empire's forces. Not only was he known as a fantastic cook among their ranks, he was also revered as a madman on the field of combat. He met Master Labeau while Phineas was in Cyrodiil on a vacation. The two of them, oddly enough got along, and Daniel decided to follow the (then) young aristocrat back to High Rock to seek his next adventure there. And the rest is history. Daniel has never married, but has always had greedy eyes for Mrs. Labeau.
Personality: Daniel is considered somewhat of a gentle giant. Despite his large (mostly wide) stature, he is as friendly as friendly folk come. He will always greet friends and strangers with a smile and a firm hand-shake. Everything about this man's personality seems almost too friendly. How could a man who was known as a monster of a man-slayer in war be this way? Ah well, don't question it. Accept the bear hug as it comes!
"Here! Come have a taste of this venison-chop I've just cooked up! I think I've developed a spice the likes of which nobody has ever tasted!"