Too Many Cooks

Name: Iris Cooper

Height: 5’8”

Age: 19

Hair: long straight chestnut-brown hair that spills over her shoulders and is worn held back in a half bun, slightly right center part with fringe bangs framing her face.

Eyes: deep brown with thin arched brown brows and full lashes.

Features: heart-shaped face, straight nose with a slight upturn, cupid’s bow lips, slender frame

Personality: No-nonsense and talented cook, she would be ambitious if she didn’t think she has achieved the highest goal available to her –being the cook at a busy hunting lodge, illiterate she knows her recipes by heart and learned them by watching and learns quickly. She takes a great deal of pride in being ‘The’ Cook even though she is one of two cooks and will argue that Gerald is her assistant despite him being older and having already been the cook when she began working in the manor kitchen. Talkative and full of spit and vinegar, always quick with either a sharp wit or a pointed look.

Kinks: Being in control, taking charge, becomes irrationally aroused when deferred to for major kitchen decisions or asked for advice or guidance. Hearing phrases similar to “you’re the boss” or “you’re in charge” will make her have a little mini-orgasm where she stands.

Likes: being important to the running of the hunting lodge, the smell of a perfectly seasoned roast, the steady rhythm that she and Gerald have perfected which makes the kitchen efficient.

Hates: When the Lord and Lady arrive unannounced which is every time, having her routine or the rhythm of the kitchen interrupted or interfered with,

Clothing: a simple chemise dress with a brown laced bodice, sleeves cinched and often pushed up near elbows, doeskin shoes in summer and fall and boots in winter and spring, woolen tights in winter and none in summer, for outdoors a simple woolen cloak with hood.

Backstory: The middle daughter of fieldhand serfs, she has four brothers and two sisters. Was called into working the kitchen five years ago when Gerald fell ill, she proved competent and skilled. Name: Gerald Baker

Height: 6’

Age: 27

Hair: long wavy brown, worn loose even while cooking which often causes hairs to be found in the dishes he prepares.

Eyes: piercing green with a prominent brow of brown eyebrows

Features: Aquiline nose, muscular wiry build. He only occasionally shaves his face leading to an almost perpetual 5 o’clock shadow never quite obscures a cleft chin. A slight widow’s peak hairline.

Personality: A level-headed sort of man he is satisfied with his station in life and is generally very easy-going. Has a great deal of creativity and imagination which he pours into both cooking and the tales he tells when engaged in storytelling. Hardworking, jovial, and set in his ways

Kinks: Becomes irrationally aroused when hearing cooking or food-based verbal euphemisms, puns, innuendos and analogies. Anything steamy or heated whether it be the general atmosphere in a busy kitchen, actual steam and heat, or confrontations that he enjoys pushing to the boiling point. His passions are constantly simmering.

Likes: cooking for large feasts, enjoys spending his free time fishing in the hunting lodge’s eel pond and drinking, storytelling with the other servants and serfs.

Hates: rainy and muddy weather, having his culinary expertise questioned.

Clothing: a loose tunic open low in the front gives glimpses of chest and upper abs under a brown over vest, breeches, a belt with pouches each containing herbs and spices for handy seasoning at a moment’s notice,

Backstory: The bastard son of a maidservant and a weaver, he was apprenticed to the old cook who passed away almost a decade ago. He has been working within the very same kitchen for the past twenty years. A few years ago he suffered one of the intermittent fevers that seasonally tore through the countryside and afterward had to share the kitchen with Iris ever since.