Name: Colette Eglantine Hennings O’Flintshell
Nickname(s): Colette is her mother; she goes by “Letty”
Age: 40 years
Gender: Female
Role: Cook
What is your experience with this role?
“Been cook’n ever since I could peel a pot of taters an’ I’ve been working at the castle for about the last twenty years.”
What do you think about the uprising?
“The king has been taxing the economy to pebbles for years, so at least they’re finally going to do something about it. If only they could take over peacefully. Too many good roosters and hens have been killed by their fury.”
What do you think about the king?
“I don’t know him personally, I don’t reckon anyone really does. I do know his actions and they are sorry ones. He’s bleeding the people dry. Sending out his family has been one of the worst ideas, though. They’d be safer in a castle filled with trustworthy guards rather than out on the roads. If anyone leaked their true identity, they are as good as fried.”
Weapon:
A ladle, she can lay that metal spoon hard on your fluffy backend so you can’t sit down in a week. Of course, she’d never do that since it’ll dirty up her clean utensil.
Appearance:
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She is little and is proud of it. She is majestic in her mini way. She is a bit on the heftier side for her breed, a pekin bantam, which isn’t much comparing to your average chicken. She looks a bit pudgy, but she says it’s just the feathers. She weighs a little under two pounds which she claims to be all muscle. To other chickens, she doesn’t need this excuse but her family (besides Boyne) constantly thinks that she needs to slim down some. Maybe she does, but she isn’t changing anything about her diet. She wants to live happy. Her height does not help her plumper appearance as she is on the short side for the breed, being only eight and a half inches tall.
Her legs are entirely coated with creamy-brown feathers They are soft and she tries to tend to them the best she can. They often get dirty from all the grime she picks up so they are almost washed off daily with water. Sometimes she even soaks them in a pan. While she does, she likes to practice her reading. Underneath the feathers is light grey skin.
The outside of her drumsticks are fluffy ash-brown feathers that match her feet. Her little bottom is the same coloration. Her wings present a different color and a pattern. Her feathers are traced with a soft gold on the edges with a pheasant’s tail-like brown and markings on the inside. The gold is a narrow outline while the brown is shaped in an oval. On her back is the same design except there is less gold and more of brown until there is only the odd brindle left covering her rather poofy bum. Her bottom would be the envy of women in the eighteenth century. Just like how her posterior end has more ash-brown, her anterior side is more golden. The light brown ovals turn darker and sharper into points like daggers. Their now thick outlining gold becomes slightly brighter. The feathers on her neck that are closest to her head no longer carry the pheasant-like pattern. They are just gold like a buff orpington, only a richer coloration. Finally we lead to the head.
Her eyes are almost a red. They are reddish orange like a leaf during autumn. The skin around her eyes is a pale pink and it matches the color of her sharp beak. Then a mask of pink comes over her eyes. They are the same color as her wattle. Her wattle, comb and earlobes are a pale pink, but it isn’t sickly. Rather the same color of a glass of homemade pink lemonade.
As she has been working in the castle for a long while, she has been rewarded with a slight higher pay giving her the ability to own and wear a green dress. It is similar to the one mentioned below except that it has a fringe around the neck and some buttons going down her chest.
This is one of her first uniforms at her arrival at the castle. Since she is supposed to dress like a peasant she has hung up her finer green dress in place of a simple grey one. It is a simple cotton one. It is a light grey that looks worn by time and use. The sleeves are short so that they wouldn’t touch or ruin any meal she might be fixing. It goes low, but not enough to cover her feet, and has obviously been trimmed to fit her body. Her dress has a slit in the back so that her nubby tail sticks out. Over that, she is usually found wearing a cream colored apron. It has thin cotton straps that keep it upright on her when tied around her neck in a bow. There is another pair of strings that are tied on her back and above her tail. She wears little to no jewelry as it could get lost in a recipe and she isn’t going to waste a rock on something shiny and precious. The only jewelry she owns is her wedding ring which she keeps on a chain and it lays underneath her clothing. At work she wears a little bonnet on her head. This is uniform as it’s supposed to keep the floppy combed chickens or crazy feathered ones out of a cook’s eyes. Although she has neither, she still wears one. However, for this excursion she is leaving it home as she does not consider it necessary.
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Personality:
She is a sensible hen who keeps her head on her shoulders. She does allow herself to dream, but nothing big and unrealistic. She thinks practically and won’t bring something extra for sentimental value if it’s worthless. The only thing that this does not apply to is her wedding ring. She keeps her marriage a top priority and was torn when she was ordered to go with the group. It was such an unexpected leaving that she didn’t see her husband before the wagon rode away. All he has from her is a letter that she asked for him to receive. It explained why she was not home. She likes to go by the books and won’t cook a meal without a recipe. She is a bit worried that if she tries something that she makes up on the blue that it won’t taste good, leading her to be fired.
She is a kind chicken who is generous with the left over scraps from the kitchens. Instead of dumping them into the compost, she takes them to the beggars along the streets. She likes to take her baking talents and make new recipes at home. Most of the king’s dinners were first fed to the peasants and they gave her pointers. Then she “perfects” the good ideas and writes them down into recipes. She is merciful to weak and broken animals and things. She likes to pour her spare time and attention onto whatever thing she found on the streets. Sometimes it was just a plant that needed water and sunshine. Other times it was one of Boyne’s ducklings. Once it was a runaway chick whose parents wanted it back. She often thinks about him and how much she wished that he was hers. She is motherly and compassionate and is willing to take care of almost anything and everything. The exceptions are criminals or her father.
She likes to have a laugh and to listen to people cut jokes. She can’t really make them herself but every once in a while she can produce a good one. While she can’t tell a joke, she can tell stories. She would entertain her siblings with stories of the tiger-killing kangaroo and his evil and devious exploits. He was her best and most favorite character that she had ever come up with. She has a good sense of direction and can match up areas on a map to their real-life places. Thus she was given the job of keeping them on track. She isn’t scared of getting messy, but she certainly prefers to be clean and she can’t stand dirty feet feathers. She makes sure that Boyne cleans up well, especially after dealing with the poopy geese. They have two pet ducks, as they are social creatures that must have some a sort of community. They are both females and are not apart of the breeding. Their names are Curly and Skip. She is the main caretaker of them and they are their children since they were unable to hatch any of their clutches.
She surprisingly has a short temper. You’d think that because she is sensible that she wouldn’t, but that is unfortunately not the case. She easily gets stressed out by little things which usually fuel her blowing her top off. Whenever she is mad her comb and wattle seems to get redder and her feathers stand up in unnatural directions. Her rages can last for days, but when they settle down she usually regrets parts of it, but usually not for exploding. It felt good to get it all out and she’s still sticking to her beliefs and the reason why she did. She will apologize in time. She can be prideful about these things and like everyone, she doesn’t like admitting she was wrong. But she will swallow up her pride and spit out a half-hearted apology that is probably long over due. As the second oldest of her clutch, she isn’t used to being told wrong and is more used to giving out orders and keeping things under control.
She can be jealous and clingy, too. She doesn’t like it when her husband seems to be spending more time with the anatinae or his work buddies than with her. She finds herself feeling replaced and it’s a rather emptying feeling that sometimes leads her into a period of despair. She has been replaced before, her mother and father kept on having clutches so that hers was being overlooked seemingly more and more. Her main worried is that Boyne will find a younger hen whose eggs will hatch and leave her alone in the dust. She’s yet to tell him these frets. In case there is something going on; that though his tongue will tell her what she wants to hear, his eyes will tell the lie. She doesn’t want to be abandoned. She watched her mother go through the heart-wrenching process of her father slowly slipping further and further away from the family.
Affiliations:
Bantam—could Boyne and Bantam have met before? Thus Letty knowing about him?
Family:
Father: Bill Hennings (alive)
Bill enlisted himself in soldiery, getting a profession in smithing, from a young age. He met Colette a year later and then the clutches came. He’s still working. Nowadays he’s making more butterknives than swords. He was a grey male with a yellow tinge around the throat.
Mother: Colette Galla Hennings (alive)
Colette was the cook for one of the nobles and taught her daughters well in the ways. Letty was her prize pupil, however. She vouched for her daughter and the two of them worked side by side in the nobles’ kitchen until the castle announced that they needed a new one. She looks exactly like her mother.
Sibling Clutch One
This is her clutch. She was the second hatched of eleven and a proud older sister. The eldest male was named after her father. The rest were named after favorite foods. Her closest sibling was the seventh born, Rosemary Rolls. Rosemary took over her spot at the nobles’ kitchen after she left for the castle. They haven’t talked in years.
Sibling Clutch Two
They were born a year after she was. They were all annoying and there were thirteen of them. They got a lot of attention, especially since some of them were black. Some people suspected something was going on between Colette and the local innkeeper. While Colette lost some favor for a while, “proof” came up that Bill did father them as his brother showed up in town and he had striking midnight feathers.
Sibling Clutch Three
They were born two years after the second clutch. There were ten. Letty didn’t care to know them. She already was getting everyone mixed up in her family. She did help raise a few when father kept on leaving for several days on an “errand run”. It turned out that his errands were the tavern in the town over and its local brothel.
Husband: Boyne O’Flintshell (alive)
She calls him Oy. They got married a little bit before she started working at the castle. He’s a few years younger than her, being 35. Boyne is a middle class resident, but on the poorer side of the spectrum. So Letty kept on working, plus she enjoyed her job. Boyne joined soldiery and left with a specialization in anatinae. He breeds geese for guarding properties and homes and ducks for show and companions. They are the smallest of each kind since he is a small chicken. The geese are Pygmy Geese (.5 to .6 lbs and about 30 inches) but they are still very alert creatures. The ducks are Green-Winged Teals (.6 to .8 lbs and 14 inches). He sometimes goes into the soldiery and gives a lecture on breeding and what to breed. He has relationships with other breeders, some paid workers and students who are interested in his line of work. He is practically dressed and his feathers are messy. He is a white pekin bantam. Stands at 10 inches and weighs 1.5 pounds.
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For some reason, their eggs wouldn’t hatch, so after being heartbroken time after time, they stopped trying.
Other:
She is a bit over weight, but nothing overly concerning. If you want to get more technical, her coloring is known as “partridge”.
Summer Month: 3 
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By Sir Froggington (231901)