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Jagdish is the fourth in line for the throne of Naya Aapti (a country just taking root in the middle east in the year of 2191) at just the age of seventeen. Though not in a ruling position the young man holds the title of "Minister of Mythics and Magicks". He is unquestionably beautiful and is a narcissist; he is many times mistaken for a woman and doesn't mind this at all since this 'proves his beauty'. Jagdish is calculating noble with a tongue full of wit and disdain - he posesses a high intellect and a dislike for anyone who doesn't.
Having spent most of his childhood in isolation and focusing mainly on his studies of both academics and the knowledge he might one day need to rule, Jagdish often times acts coldly to others; as he doesn't have much experience in social situations. His life so far has been filled with loneliness and emptiness as he has no real ties or relationships with anyone. In his early years his mother was killed (after having supposedly overstepped the bounds of concubine while in court) and his father was always very distant emotionally because of his son's lineage.
Jagdish's closes bond is with a young woman named Laila to whom he is currently engaged to; a marriage proposed and arranged by Jagdish's father for political purposed as well as it's monetary gains.
Currently Jagdish is on a trip of importance to the U.K. to engage in talks about the reclamation of an artifact that was illegally exported from his home country that is believed to have some magical properties.

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Around 1890 a baby girl was born in Scheveningen, a fishing town by the Dutch coast.
She grew up in a working class family that was mostly involved in the fishing industry but her father borrowed money to take his family away from this harsh life and managed to start a tobacco shop.
Jo was taken out of school as a young girl to help her father behind the counter.
She enjoyed the shop but was frustrated that she was not allowed to educate herself more.
Every spare minute was spend reading newspapers and chatting to the sailors, seamen, fishermen and tourists who came to the shop.
She had a talent for languages and soon picked up English, German and a few words of French.
In 1910 a sailor entered the shop, his name was Karl Yardley, his great-grandfather was a Englishman who moved to Germany decades ago, thus the strange last name.

Karl appeared to be a heavy smoker, he visited the shop almost every day to buy more cigarettes.
Jo loved chatting to him to improve her German but soon she looked forward to his visits for another reason, she was falling for the charming handsome young man in his fancy uniform.
Karl soon confessed that he didn't smoke much at all but just kept buying cigarettes so he could see the pretty Dutch girl again.

Jo her father was not very happy with Karl, he wanted a better life for his daughter then a sailors girl.
He knew the reputation sailors have and was suspicious of Karl, would Jo become one of those famous 'girl in each harbour'?
It took Karl a lot of effort and long evenings of talking to get Jo's father his permission to take her out.

Karl courted Jo and it didn't take long for the two to fall in love with each other.
When Jo's father heard that Karl actually missed his ship and thus lost his job, he realised that they were really in love.
Still he wouldn't let him get engaged with her until he found another job.
Luckily the next ship back to Germany needed a sailor and before his ship left he asked Jo to marry him.

When Karl went back to Germany he kept his word, he send money to Jo so she could follow him.
She said goodbye to her family and town, probably for ever, and sailed after her fiancee.

Karl found a new job and little apartment in Berlin and when Jo came after him they soon got married.
Life was not easy, Karl worked a lot and Jo was alone a lot, she needed to improve her German quickly and it took some time for her neighbours to accept her.
But eventually the couple settled down and feel at home in the backstreets.

They have one baby, a boy they decided to call Heinrich, sadly the little child died after a few weeks.
A traumatic event only helped by the fact that this was a common thing, many children died young.

In 1914 war breaks out and Karl is send to the army although he wanted to be a sailor.
He is part of the 2. Armee Oberkommando (2nd Army), the 99Regiment.
This unit fought on the Western Front and took part in the Schlieffen Plan offensive against France and Belgium in August 1914. Commanded by General Karl von Bülow, the 2nd Army's mission was to support the 1st Army (Germany)'s sweep around the left flank of the French Army and encircle Paris, bringing a rapid conclusion to the war. The 2nd Army laid siege to, and took the Belgian fortresses around Namur, and fought General Charles Lanrezac's French 5th Army at the Battle of Charleroi on August 23-24, 1914 and again at St. Quentin on August 29-30, 1914.

A large proportion of the Army would be wiped out during the joint Anglo-French offensive on the Somme.

Karl was one of the men who died

For a while it was very hard to survive, a few dark years followed.
Jo had no income and could no longer pay the rent, she was depressed, homeless and heart broken.
She got lost, did whatever it took to make money and find a place to sleep.
A time she has tried to forget and does not want to be remembered of.

A man living in the neighbourhood behind Alexanderplatz felt sorry for her and offered her a job in his sweatshop where women spend day and night making cheap clothing.
The workshop is in a basement under the apartment where the man lives.
Jo has to work hard but is glad to be off the street, the man lets her sleep there as well.
It soon becomes clear that the man has certain intentions with Jo, when he one day tells her how he feels Jo tells him she is not interested.
She is scared and expects the man to fire her or even assault her there and then.
Luckily the old man is a gentleman and accepts that Jo is not interested.
Happy and relieved she is allowed to stay there.

Once this delicate matter is taken care off and both Jo and the old man realise that there never will be any kind of romantic relationship, they actually become better friends.
They spend more time together, Jo cooks for him now and then and after work is done they often spend hours chatting and drinking schnapps.
Of course everyone in the neighbourhood gossips about the old man and the Dutch young war widow but nothing ever happens.
The old man now sees Jo more like a daughter.

Then the depression strikes.
Hyperinflation, destruction of economy, riots in the streets, and even more poverty.
The old man becomes very sick and Jo looks after him, her only friend, till he dies.
She is already packing her bags, expecting to be out on the streets again when she is told that the old man left her his sweatshop and apartment.
Sadly the bad state of the economy has destroyed the clothing industry and Jo has no idea how to manage the workshop.

She decides to trade the sewing machines, fabric and clothing with the people in her neighbourhood in exchange for their work.
People bring her chairs, tables, artists paint on the walls to get some new trousers, a stage is build by a carpenter who needs a new sewing machine for his wife, etc.
They have to help her turn the old workshop into a Tanzlokal.
Against all odds she succeeds.
And while Berlin is feeling the depression, shops are closing and people are totally running out of money, Jo manages to open up a bar.
'Der Keller' opens.

And there she is, in her late 30s but with a old scarred and damaged soul.
She is older then most people who come to the bar, the place has become the spot where hip, modern and bohemian artists, chorus girls, prostitutes and sailors hang out.
This modern world is too modern for Jo, she doesn't get the freedom, the short skirts, the girls being like boys, the men being like girls, the jazz music, it is all too much for her.
She enjoys watching this exciting new world from the sidelines though.
But secretly she dreams of the village by the sea or a cottage in the woods somewhere.

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Faith Avalira is a kind-hearted and spirited, yet vulnerable, young woman who lives in Bisbee, Arizona, in 1899. Below are portions of her diary.

Faith Avalira

Arrival at Tombstone.

I traveled west for several months with my parents, Raymond and Kate Avalira, to forge a new life out west. My parents became ill during the journey and both died just short of reaching Tombstone. After giving them a decent burial with the aid of the kind wagon master, I continued on.

At age 24, I am now alone, as I do not have any family in these parts. While the money left me by my parents was quite enough to permit me to return to New Orleans, it would have been awkward for me to do so. Not only was I willing to accompany my parents to this strange new territory, but I was also very much obliged to escape my former fiancé, Mister Jackson Browning.

I have met many kind people in these parts, but I have also witnessed more violence at the hand of vicious outlaws here than I have seen in my entire life. But I am resolved to remain in the Arizona territory and adapt to its culture and climate, no matter how difficult a task that may seem. ~

Employment.

I have been educated by private tutor, and, like my father, I am an avid reader and prolific writer. Money is often scarce in this vocation, although the grandparents of my former fiancé—the renowned Brownings—had made a good life of it. I have secured a position as a reporter for The Tombstone Epitaph. To occupy my time, in addition to writing articles for the newspaper, I maintain a journal of my new life here, and I am pouring my soul into a book that I hope will one day be published. ~

Tombstone Ladies Society.

I am interested in the advancement and progress of women everywhere. I inquired about the Tombstone Ladies Society shortly after I arrived in the Arizona territory. It had become defunct, but with the assistance of many forward-thinking ladies in these parts we have now revived it.

I have served as the president of the Ladies Society for some months now, and it is quite a challenge. Fortunately, Arizona is a fairly progressive territory and promotes the advancement of women. And I have many fine ladies who are working with me toward our cause of widening our role from solely caretakers of the home to caretakers of society for the betterment of our communities and toward gaining a new independence and freedom, asserting our right to be involved in government. ~

Murderous Outlaws.

I have had the unfortunate fate of being the only living witness to the murder in Benson last year of two esteemed Pinkerton detectives at the hand of several members of the notorious outlaw gang, the Sparrows. I was released that day in exchange for medical treatment of two men in the gang who were injured in the melee. But that was not the last I was to hear of them.

Seeking revenge for my testimony given to the law in Benson and Tombstone, two of the outlaws in the gang kidnapped and held me captive at their secret hideout without food or water--only the vile whiskey I was forced to drink.  One of the Pinkerton detectives arranged for my release, and I am indebted to him for saving my life. ~

Suitors.

I have had my share of suitors in New Orleans before coming out west, one of whom offered a proposal of marriage, which I had accepted. Jackson Browning, a grandson of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, had been an excellent choice for a husband, a gentleman, or so it had seemed. But upon learning of his unfaithfulness during our courtship (apparently following in his father’s footsteps, it was later discovered), I had no choice but to end the engagement. It became a relief, however, because he had grown cold over the months of our engagement and did not treat me with the love and respect I longed for. He has come to Tombstone to compel me to return with him to New Orleans, but I am resolved to remain here. He is a very persuasive man,  accustomed to having his way, but I shall muster all the courage I possess  to stand up for myself.

Because of this heart-breaking experience, I remain somewhat suspicious of men and plan to never marry. ~

Faith Avalira

If you're ever in SL Tombstone or Bisbee, look me up. :)

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