Medieval thing

Medieval thing that's most likely not historically accurate (don;t like it, idgaf. Not trying to be accurate, just trying to calm myself)
takes place within the confines of the city surrounding the castle
city surrounded by large wall
buildings all made of stone and smaller ones on the outside of the wall are made out of wood and other incredibly cheap material, low quality buildings outside the wall. Farming done there.
Huge gate closes at night

Char can be anything from Farmer (living outside the wall), to a Noble living closer to the castle, and everything in between.

No royal chars allowed, the queen is a npc under my control

THIS IS NOT FANTASY. No fantasy creatures. THere can be rumors of things such as dragons because I'm sure there would be plenty of those. But they would not exist and the most you would find looking for a dragon is a large lizard that doesn't even breath flames or fly :C
Char form

Name:
Job:
Age: (19-30)
Pic or short description of appearance:


Char list:
Avery Midwell
Lucas Midwell
Emilee Pennington


also here's my forms

Name: Avery Midwell
Job: Seamstress
Age:23
Description: Curly black hair reaches the middle of her back, emerald green eyes, and slightly pale skin. Freckles all over her face and some up and down her arms. Very skinny. Tends to wear some sort of flower in her hair most of the time since it's the one thing Lucas, her brother, is actually good at finding. Wears lose, flowing dresses

Name: Lucas Midwell
"Job": Insists on being an adventurer (meaning he has a head full of local rumors of treasures and monsters and tries to head off and find them and fight them. Usually juts fights a few small animals and brings them home for dinner and gets some flowers for his sister and anything pretty he can buy off a traveler as to save face and not let his sister know what a failure he is)
Age:25
Description: Short wavy hair that reaches just below his ears. Tanned from time spent outside. Has pale blue eyes and is almost always grinning. Taller and stronger than his sister. Dresses how you would expect someone like him to dress. Has a few scars on his arms. He put them there as fake evidence so his sister won't realize that he's a failure that can't even find some lousy treasure.

Name: Emilee Pennington
Job: Merchant
Age: 21
Pic or short description of appearance: Long, red hair that's naturally wavy but she usually wears in a braid, wide green eyes, freckles all across her face and body, of average height, thin, likes to wear red.

Mid-Afternoon, Sunny

Avery made her way through the streets, looking for some materials to buy since she was close to running out. She had a coin purse hanging off her waist, the coins in it made from selling the dresses and such she made combined with the money they made off the things Lucas "found". Of course she had no idea of the truth of how her brother acquired the items, but was looking forward to his arrival in town later that evening. She had a dark purple flower tucked behind her ear and her long hair was draped over her shoulders. She wore a blue dress, one she had made actually. Technically she should be selling the dress she wore and not.. well, wearing it.. but Avery did things like this a lot

Emilee leaned her head in her hands, sighing with boredom. Another day was dragging by at a snail's pace. Very few customers had shown up that morning and she doubted many more would appear by the time they closed that evening. She sighed again -- albeit a little more dramatically this time -- and hoped that someone would appear to save her from this utter boredom that she called her everyday life.

Note: We are not attempting to be historically accurate at all

Avery eventually stopped by Emilee's stall, hoping she'd have some fabrics she could buy. Before even speaking to her, she looked around to see if there was any in plain sight. Even if there ended up not being any fabric, she'd likely find something to buy. Shrugging, she turned her attention to Emilee and smiled brightly "Hello!"

Emilee looked up and grinned when she saw that she had a customer. She sat up straighter, brushed tossed her red braid over her shoulder, and smoothed out her dress. Looking somewhat presentable was important, her father had always said. "Can I help you?" she said, trying to put on her best "business face", but mostly she just grinned.

"I was hoping you had some fabric?" She said, still smiling. In all honesty, she really liked people so having to go shopping for fabric was a welcome excuse to do so! Avery clasped her hands in front of her, mainly because she found it comfortable to stand like that

Emilee grinned even brighter. "You've come to the right place then!" she told the girl standing in front of her. "What kind of fabrics are you looking for?" She stood up, and moved to take a few fabrics to show the girl. To be fair, they weren't the most high quality materials, which probably explained the lack of business these days, but they were decent enough. "We have many colours and textures..."

She looked at the fabrics Emilee pulled out, stepping a bit closer to get a closer look as she spoke "I was looking for something soft..." Avery replied, thinking for a few minutes before naming a few simple colours and smiling when she saw them among the fabric

Emilee dug through the fabrics they had, searching for the nicest, softest ones in the colours that Avery had asked for. When she found what she'd been looking for, she placed them in front of her customer and took a step back. She grasped her wrist behind her back and waited patiently to hear what Avery had to say, expecting her to see no value in the cheaply made fabrics and to move onto a better stall or shop that had higher quality materials. That happened a lot. "See anything you like?"

Avery waited patiently, her smile somehow managing to grow even larger at the site of the fabric. Truth be told, she wasn't wise enough to yet realize that they weren't very good quality and would probably be chewed out by her older brother later on. She nodded in response to Emilee's question, pointing out a few seeming ecstatic that she had found the fabric so quickly! "These ones are perfect"