Al Sand, despite his English sounding name is a dark skinned youth of 20 years. He claims he is the bastard son of an Indian prince. However, it was not money that allowed his induction into the straightlaced University of Cambridge, but his intelligence. He is now entering his final year of study.
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HELLO SISTERS DEAREST (STOP) COMING TO LONDON ON EVENING TRAIN (STOP) MIGHT I INTRUDE ON YOUR HOSPITALITY ONCE MORE (STOP) WILL TAKE YOU OUT TO THE SHOW AND DINNER (STOP) LOVE ALWAYS YOUR BROTHER AL
There have been posts about the guys being in various segments of the army—anyone want to try and plan out what we’re doing with the women? I mean, I’m sure plenty of them will be staying at home but I’m sure also a good deal of us will be assisting the war effort in various ways and we could begin to plan out now who might work together and where.
ltrobertstark and I have been discussing potential later meetups for Jeyne and Robb, meaning she’s probably going to end up working at the front in some capacity. It’d be great to know who’s planning on going to the front, who is staying, etc.
OOC: Sansa will be working in the War Office at some point. And I’m sure Marg will stay at home. But perhaps she could put together some kind of fund for the troops, since she’d have connections in high society. And I’m thinking of having Roslin going to the front. Not quite sure yet.
OOC: There are some options for realistic women on the front: FANY, nursing in hospitals, female journalists (maybe meet with Jorah!), entertainers. Back in London (or England as a whole) women worked hard in the factories to fill up the jobs men left behind. To stretch realism, Sarella will probably pretend to be a man (only Russian women fought on the front lines), but anyone else is welcome to do the same if they’re really interested in getting to the front lines!
Class ended and Al wandered from campus with his chums. They were rowdy and excited and though Al kept his thoughts to himself he was quick to respond with a quip or comment. It was Friday and everyone was excited for the week-end. There was talk of going to a show in London that night. One of the boys had a crush on a pretty singer. Al doubted the admiration was returned, as the boy had a face like a frog. The rest of the men would have a jolly time teasing him when he was rejected, so all thought the plan was good.
They walked down the street with the carefree abandon of the young; Al alone was pensive. The war meant nothing to his friends, some had announced plans to join up. Al viewed the war pessimistically and from the outlook of someone who had studied the history of war and its atrocities. He hoped he would have time to convince his friends not to join. But, perhaps he was thinking too much like Uncle Doran. He put his hand to his heart. There was a fire there. It had almost been snuffed out with his father’s death, but the flame was burning with a greater intensity each day.
At the corner, Al Sand waved goodbye. Sometimes, it was tiresome to pretend, so he returned to his rented rooms just off of the university campus. As Al bathed, he stripped the persona off and relaxed slightly. Sarella changed into a flower print muslin dress and pulled out the paper to see if there was anymore news of her father, but there were only reports of the war.
Perhaps she would go to London for the weekend and visit with her sisters. They may have more information.
Sarella Sand → Taken
Al Sand, despite his English sounding name is a dark skinned youth of 20 years. He claims he is the bastard son of an Indian prince. However, it was not money that allowed his induction into the straightlaced University of Cambridge, but his intelligence. He is now entering his final year of study.
Al overcame most of the racism inherent in an upper crust, prestigious university by using his considerable wit, charm, and intellect. His professors love him and his fellow students find him quite amusing. He even has a following of young college ladies, though he has never dated publicly.
He enjoys watching and betting on sports (polo, racing) but though he is an active fellow, the only sport he competes in is shooting, where he never quite wins first place. Al is, of course, Sarella Sand, bastard daughter of Oberyn Martell. As women cannot earn university degrees, Sarella enrolled as a male student so that she could get the best education. Her father’s death occurred while she was on an exchange to France, but with his death and the approaching war she has returned to London.
