Post by ♥KT on May 13, 2008 19:18:17 GMT -5
Your Name: ♥KT
Character Species: Vampire
Catagory: Present
Name: Amelie Clare
Age: 526-years-old, yet looks 17
Appearance:
A silver cross her mother gave to her a long, long time ago always hangs about her neck. She carries with her always at least one book, either the Bible for some humorous reading or a random "For Dummies" publication. Her favorite book of all time however, has been recently published: The Sex Bible. Throughout the ages, Amelie's appearance has changed according to what the times offered. She has worn both peasant and ballroom dress, powdered wigs and dyed strands. One thing that has not changed is her genetic make-up. The hair on her head has always been the beautiful platinum blonde and her eyes a toffee brown. Her Cauasian skin is pale due to five hundred years' lack of sunlight. Lashing scars on her mid to lower back are continuously hidden from seeing eyes. Her height rounds up to about 5'4", so she is quite small and her skinny frame labels her petite. Her clothing in this generation of Man is usually darker in taste. Call it "goth" if you will.
Pet:
Personality:
Amelie is a quiet girl, more observant of others than anything else. She does not shove herself on others or pressure conversations. Deep down, she would much rather read than endure human conversation, though if it is necessary, Amelie can flick on the "charm" she has. It is said if one interrupts her while reading, however, the girl gets suddenly violent, or tempered, depending on how the story is moving along.
History:
Her history has been as history itself has been recored throughout time. Perhaps if one would pop open a history book and flip it back to the mid-sixteenth century and read onwards, one could understand some of the events the girl has lived through. Though, due to the current times and its population's laziness, I suppose I could write some of it down.
Former Lady Amelie Dahlia dulClare was born in the one-thousandth, four hundredth, and eighty-first year in our lord Christ to a house of common French peasants. Her mother lived alone in a dingy house shared with another family. She was never quite sure just who her father was, though she had her suspicions. (Though her mother was well-known around the village as the woman who "got around", Amelie also knew that the man of their first house and her mother had certain affections for each other) The blank father figure, as important in the fifthteenth century as it is in modern days, never got Amelie down.
When time had aged to her fourteenth year, the time for her to be arranged to be married was near. Though not terribly pleased with the idea of being married to a stranger (and a slobbish one at that), Amelie began to socialize with many of the village boys, something she had not done previously. Through gritted teeth, she conversed with many of the village children, the chances of her being wed to a broil her age unknown to her. Now, of course, with every story, there must be a pinch of romance, a spot of love. Naturally. With Amelie and her partner, however, it was nothing but lust. It is a powerful thing, lust, and in those time, it was forbidden. A girl who was to be married to a man of a higher-status caught in the act of "losing her innocence" with a blonde-haired, brown-eyed village peasant boy was a terrible thing indeed, wicked in every sense of the word. In punishment, her mother had her beaten, whipped with her own lover's hair.
The boy was castrated.
She was whipped.
And then after the welts had healed and the bruises disappeared, Amelie was taken to have an audience with her betrothed, a lord of the area. Such a marriage between a commoner and "royalty" was unheard of in her village; therefore, her appearance at the manor was more like a festival than a visitation. Of course, upon her arrival, Amelie was washed, cleaned, and clothed in proper attire to be viewed by her to-be spouse. Amelie was never one for formal attire in those days, yet she stayed obedient and patient. (Her mother had reminded her that not all injuries had to be external.)
She found audience with Lord Oliver Clare once night had fallen, after what had seemed to be hours in heavy, "ladily" dress. For the nightly hours he watched her and fantasized, Amelie did not make eye contact. This was, of course, taken as a token of shyness and modesty, not of uninterest. The lord declared he was, in fact, to take her hand in marriage on the holy day of Christ that week.
(not finished but i think her history's quite long enough. o.O will add more later, probably.)
Character Species: Vampire
Catagory: Present
Name: Amelie Clare
Age: 526-years-old, yet looks 17
Appearance:
A silver cross her mother gave to her a long, long time ago always hangs about her neck. She carries with her always at least one book, either the Bible for some humorous reading or a random "For Dummies" publication. Her favorite book of all time however, has been recently published: The Sex Bible. Throughout the ages, Amelie's appearance has changed according to what the times offered. She has worn both peasant and ballroom dress, powdered wigs and dyed strands. One thing that has not changed is her genetic make-up. The hair on her head has always been the beautiful platinum blonde and her eyes a toffee brown. Her Cauasian skin is pale due to five hundred years' lack of sunlight. Lashing scars on her mid to lower back are continuously hidden from seeing eyes. Her height rounds up to about 5'4", so she is quite small and her skinny frame labels her petite. Her clothing in this generation of Man is usually darker in taste. Call it "goth" if you will.
Pet:
Personality:
Amelie is a quiet girl, more observant of others than anything else. She does not shove herself on others or pressure conversations. Deep down, she would much rather read than endure human conversation, though if it is necessary, Amelie can flick on the "charm" she has. It is said if one interrupts her while reading, however, the girl gets suddenly violent, or tempered, depending on how the story is moving along.
History:
Her history has been as history itself has been recored throughout time. Perhaps if one would pop open a history book and flip it back to the mid-sixteenth century and read onwards, one could understand some of the events the girl has lived through. Though, due to the current times and its population's laziness, I suppose I could write some of it down.
Former Lady Amelie Dahlia dulClare was born in the one-thousandth, four hundredth, and eighty-first year in our lord Christ to a house of common French peasants. Her mother lived alone in a dingy house shared with another family. She was never quite sure just who her father was, though she had her suspicions. (Though her mother was well-known around the village as the woman who "got around", Amelie also knew that the man of their first house and her mother had certain affections for each other) The blank father figure, as important in the fifthteenth century as it is in modern days, never got Amelie down.
When time had aged to her fourteenth year, the time for her to be arranged to be married was near. Though not terribly pleased with the idea of being married to a stranger (and a slobbish one at that), Amelie began to socialize with many of the village boys, something she had not done previously. Through gritted teeth, she conversed with many of the village children, the chances of her being wed to a broil her age unknown to her. Now, of course, with every story, there must be a pinch of romance, a spot of love. Naturally. With Amelie and her partner, however, it was nothing but lust. It is a powerful thing, lust, and in those time, it was forbidden. A girl who was to be married to a man of a higher-status caught in the act of "losing her innocence" with a blonde-haired, brown-eyed village peasant boy was a terrible thing indeed, wicked in every sense of the word. In punishment, her mother had her beaten, whipped with her own lover's hair.
The boy was castrated.
She was whipped.
And then after the welts had healed and the bruises disappeared, Amelie was taken to have an audience with her betrothed, a lord of the area. Such a marriage between a commoner and "royalty" was unheard of in her village; therefore, her appearance at the manor was more like a festival than a visitation. Of course, upon her arrival, Amelie was washed, cleaned, and clothed in proper attire to be viewed by her to-be spouse. Amelie was never one for formal attire in those days, yet she stayed obedient and patient. (Her mother had reminded her that not all injuries had to be external.)
She found audience with Lord Oliver Clare once night had fallen, after what had seemed to be hours in heavy, "ladily" dress. For the nightly hours he watched her and fantasized, Amelie did not make eye contact. This was, of course, taken as a token of shyness and modesty, not of uninterest. The lord declared he was, in fact, to take her hand in marriage on the holy day of Christ that week.
(not finished but i think her history's quite long enough. o.O will add more later, probably.)
