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[Full Name] Alex Eurwen Blythe
↳First Name: Alex ~ Greek ~ Greek Mythology
↳Middle Name: Eurwen ~ Welsh ~ Fair, Blessed
↳Last Name: Blythe ~ Old English ~ Happy or Joyous

[Nickname] Ally (only if you are her friend)

[Age] 18

[Gender] Female

[Birthday] February 29th
↳Place Of Birth: The Krãsas' Castle
↳Time Of Birth: 1:39 p.m.
↳Birth Stone: Amethyst
↳Birth Flower: Primrose/Violet

[Position] Lady-In-Waiting

[Relationship Status]
↳Crush: None
↳Relationship Past: None
↳Looking Into A Relationship: Not Really, Only if She Met the Boy of Her Dreams

[Appearance]

↳Description: Alex is a bit odd when it comes to her appearance, she definitely doesn't look like a normal lady-in-waiting. She has bright red/orange hair (it's way brighter than the royal family's hair) and very blue eyes. Alex also has light skin that burns easily, so she doesn't stay outside for too long. She doesn't really care about what other people think of her looks, so she usually wears a casual outfit. A lot of people don't realize that Alex is a lady-in-waiting because of her style, too.
↳Hair Color: Bright Red/Orange
↳Eye Color: Blue
↳Height: 5'8
↳Weight: 127 lbs

[History]
Alex's mother, Jenny Oaks, was born and raised in the castle as a lady-in-waiting. Alex's father, Ryan Blythe, who also lived in the castle his whole life, was a head guard. Jenny and Ryan saw each other around the castle, but they never really talked.

One day, when Ryan and Jenny were 19, the king and queen of Krãsa hosted an all kingdom ball, and Jenny and Ryan both went. They ended up dancing with each other, and they quickly felt deep affection for each other. Later that night, when the ball was approaching an end, Ryan told Jenny that he would meet her in the gardens at the same time next week. They ending up dating, and each date, they became closer and closer.

Finally, when Ryan and Jenny were both 22, Ryan proposed to Jenny in the kingdom's gardens. Jenny automatically accepted, and they planned for a wedding when they were 23. The wedding was small, but it was still lovely. It was held in the courtyard, and Jenny invited fellow lady-in-waitings and Ryan invited fellow guards. They had a pastor from a nearby town come, and they were official married.

The couple went on with their business at the castle. Jenny attended they royals, and Ryan guarded the castle. All was normal until they were 25. Jenny found out she was pregnant, and they were both extremely happy. When Jenny was 26, a healthy baby was born, and that baby was Alex. Alex was a totally normal and healthy infant, but one thing stuck out, her bright red hair. It was even brighter than the Krãsa family's hair!

Alex, growing up, was a lot a bit hard to handle. She spent most of her time running around the castle, and even the most talented maids couldn't keep up with her. Her parents worried about if she would even be allowed to become a lady-in-waiting, but they knew that she would become more mature by the age of eighteen.

Alex found life in the castle rather boring, so she would do things to make it more entertaining. Sometimes she would steal the guards weapons, and by the time she was eight, the guards got used to it. Sometimes Alex would try to walk on her hands going up the stairs, and that would usually end up in bruises or tears. Sometimes she would be feeling calm, so she would go to the kitchens and help the cooks bake dessert (or maybe she would just help taste test).

Alex was a little bit more mature in her teenage years, but she was still crazy. During one important ceremony, she clapped in the middle of it, on purpose accident, of course. For her sixteenth birthday, she invited a few of her other friends training to be lady-in-waitings to the pool, and they partied till 3:00 a.m. (the royalty wasn't too happy about that).

Though Alex is crazy, she can be serious, though she hates it. She hopes to be assigned a non-bratty and non-rude princess, though she doubts that it will happen.



[Family]
↳Mother: Jenny Blythe
↳Father: Ryan Blythe



[Personality]
Alex is very unique and quirky. For one thing, she is really crazy. She isn't crazy in a mentally insane way, she can be calm if she needs to. Alex absolutely hates being serious. She would emotionally die if she had to remain serious for a week. Even though she's crazy, she's still very kind. She will help anyone who needs help, and would make a good lady-in-waiting, though she isn't very exciting about the waiting part of lady-in-waiting. Alex is very independent too, she really doesn't need help, and her style is independent too, no one else dresses like her.

[Traits]
↳ Crazy
↳ Fun
↳ Kind
↳ Quirky
↳ Unique
↳ Joyful

[Likes]
↳ Accepting People
↳ Parties
↳ Randomness
↳ Nice People
↳ Fluffy and Fuzzy Things

[Dislikes]
↳ Bratty People
↳ Being Serious
↳ Some of the Royal Members
↳ Non Accepting People

[Strengths]
↳ Being Happy
↳ Being Kind
↳ Helping
↳ Helping Others Be in a Good Mood

[Weaknesses]
↳ Careless
↳ Crazy
↳ Sometimes Random at Bad Times

{Title:} Ladies Maid Of Scarlett
{Full Name:} Oili Jadwiga Bai
{First Name Meaning} Oili-
[Origin/Usage:]
•Finnish, Old Norse
[Pronouncement]
•OY-li
[Meaning]
•Divine woman
{Middle Name Meaning}Jadwiga-
[Origin/Usage:]
•Germanic
[Pronouncement:]
•yahd-VEE-gah
[Meaning:]
•Fighting a battle
{Last Name Meaning}Bai-
[Origin/Usage:]
•Chinese
[Pronouncement:]
•BAH-ee
[Meaning:]
•Person of purity
{Nicknames}
(Preferred:) Ol; Jade; Ba
(Non-Preferred:)Ol; Lee; Bab

{Gender}Female
{Age} 16
{Birth Time/Place}1:23am in the Gardens outside the castle walls.
{Birth Stone}April—Diamonds-come in several colors, but they share the same association with eternal love and invincibility. It was once believed that they could also ward off insanity.
{Birth Flower}April's birth flower is the daisy which conveys innocence, loyal love, and purity. It is also a flower given between friends to keep a secret; the daisy means "I'll never tell." The other April flower is the sweet pea. Sweet peas signify blissful pleasure, but are also used to say good-bye.
{Sexuality}Sraight
{Relationship Status}Single (Collab with Trisscar)

{Appearance}

[Height]5'8"
[Weight]120lbs
[Hair Color]Dark Brown
[Hair Length]Lower Back
[Eye Color]Brown
[Skin Tone]White
[Other]Scars along her back

{Personality}
☼Oili is a very complicated girl. She is sometimes considered annoying to the other girls. Though, she just loves to have a little fun her and there. With her hard work she loves to spend the evening off doing what she pleases. Although she knows that is not possible when she is a Ladies Maid. She was meant to be by her Mistresses side and serve her, obeying, and asking if she needed anything else. Knowing her role only made it harder to be more, polite. She wanted to tease, to be sarcastic but then again she didn't want to be sent off and to be dealt with in the streets, or even worse sent to the Queen who most likely would yell something along the lines with her head being gone. Due to her gearing turning mind she thinks about everything though as surprising as it may seem she can't help the things the slip out of her mouth. She thinks and she says. There is no, 'Think before you speak' with Oili.

☼Due to her past Oili is very sympathetic for some of the people who are below her. She too used to be at the bottom of the food chain. No one should have had to live that way, but she couldn't exactly change things in that category.

☼Oili can be very flirtatious. Which is odd. At first glance you wouldn't expect anything but an innocent girl which she uses to her advantage. Due to her skill in acting Oili loves to prtend she is things. She loves to act innocent, it's her way of teasing a person. Hurting them in some cases.

☼Oili is a very emotional young woman. She loves to play games yet after a certain point she becomes tired. She loves to be friendly though after a couple of months she becomes bored. It's just how she is. She may seem cruel to people but if you went through what she did... you probably would be better off dead or alone.

{History:}
○Oili was born into a poor household. Both illness and poverty and a house full of several sisters and brothers. Oili was one of the youngest of them all. Zyana was the youngest and she also had an illness. Some said she was mentally not all there. Oili as a child was the sweetest kindest little girl you could possibly imagine. She helped the elderly, help the toddlers reach the tall things. Life was hard though and she matured quickly. Her mother had pasted away as well as her father who both were infected with a plague. Some called it 'The Black Plague'. It was horrible. All of the children had to go outside and burn them... It was painful and torturing. Oili remembered her older sister saying that they should just burn down the whole house with the younger children inside because they were most likely to catch it. That scared Oili more then anything.

○Turned out it was the oldest to catch it. Oili at the age of Twelve decided to take her younger sibling and her closest sibling away. Oili remembered the snores of all her family members and the coughs and the rigid breathing. It pained her. But she did the right thing, she packed her things and left, with Zyana. Traveling through the woods was the worst. The cold air was frightening and sent her muscles into small spaz like twitches. She sometimes would carry her little sister in a blanket like backpack. Zyana was only four years old, and mentally challenged which made it a bit harder for Oili to travel. But she did it.

○Once reaching the boundaries of the Kingdom of Krasa Oili felt safe. But that didn't mean she was. The night that they had arrived Oili had ran into a group of drunks. They laughed and pointed at the deformed girl on her back. But, Oili yelled and defended her sister only to be grabbed and beaten along with other things. After that incident Oili was left, bloody and limp on the cold ground. A maid of the castle had found the two little girls and had taken them in. After months of healing Oili was back on her feet. Though she would never be the innocent girl that she used to be. She now flinched at the slightest movements. During the night she sneaks down and visits her sister, who the maid so kindly gave her the job of cleaning clothes. In a way they both are illegal maids, but no one had to know that.

{Family}
○Zyana younger sister
○Everyone else? Dead

{Likes}
○Food
○Games/Teasing
○Art work

{Dislikes}
○Shrimp
○Boring People
○Memories

{Strengths}
○Sewing-She was trained
○Hair Styles

{Weaknesses}
○Education-Reading; writing; math; etc.
○No Filter-Says what she wants
○Not really serious
○Zyana, her sister

Mʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇs



ƒιяѕт ηαмє: Aimee
→ In French, Aimee means 'Mᴜᴄʜ Lᴏᴠᴇᴅ'
мι∂∂ℓє ηαмє: Lena
→ In French, Lena means 'Lɪᴏɴ Sᴛʀᴏɴɢ'
ℓαѕт ηαмє: Brynne
→ In English, Brynne means 'Hɪʟʟ'

ηι¢кηαмє None, but some friends used to call her Aimes
αℓιαѕ Elizabeth Doyle

ηαмє ρяσηυη¢ιαтση
► Aim • E
► Lean • Ah
► Brine

тιтℓєѕ Just Miss, sometimes Ma'am



αgє: 22 years old
∂αтє σƒ вιятн: December 25th
ρℓα¢є σƒ вιятн: Orphanage
тιмє σƒ вιятн: 5:22 AM

gєη∂єя: Female
ѕєχυαℓιту: Heterosexual → Straight

ѕρє¢ιєѕ: Human
ѕυρєяηαтυяαℓ αвιℓιтιє(ѕ) None


яαηк: Lady In Waiting



αρρєαяєη¢є ➺ кαуα ѕ¢σ∂єℓαяισ


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Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: Aimee has sweet lush brown waves that have natural blonde streaks in them. Her hair falls to her mid back and is usually adorned by fancy headband or comb clip. She will always have it in sweeping braid down her back. Aimee has mismatched eyes- one dappled grey and the other electric blue. Her eyelashes are long, bringing out a seductive look. She has perfectly straight teeth and full lips. She's pretty, but not as pretty as the princesses or other Ladies.

Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ: Blondish brown that falls to midback
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ: The left is Gray, the right is blue
Ｓｋｉｎ Ｔｏｎｅ: Just under tanned
Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ: 5'5
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ: Normal or the teensiest bit over @ 127 pounds
Ｂｏｄｙ Ｔｙｐｅ: Slim and curvy
Ｏｔｈｅｒ: N/A

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ƒєαяѕ:

♞ The Man In the Yellow Tie Yes, this man has saved her, and told her the truth, but as of late Aimee has began to have her doubts about him.
♞ The King What can I say- when you're wanted for poison attempts, but nobody knows you're behind all of them, why wouldn't you be afraid of the man who could execute you for them.
♞ Small Spaces After that fatal night when her parents died, Aimee has always had a slight case of Claustrophobia.


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Aimee isn't exactly...sane. Sure she can talk and breathe and communicate totally fine, but up in her head, a plot is always stirring, giving her an almost crazed look in her eyes when excited. Around the palace, she could only be described as kind, generous, happy, and patient. But to her PIC, (view spoiler)[Partner In Crime (hide spoiler)] she is just the opposite. Always having her eyes go bright and she will become like a giddy child at Christmas time, always over excited with scattered thoughts. To her PIC, she is clever, manipulative, and downright evil- always plotting or inspecting something. To both, she is mysterious, however.

Aimee, in fact, has MPD. It's not the type that makes you go wacko every second, but it's more the type that changes your personality depending on who she is talking to. It seems like her brain is very specific, if that is an appropriate way to describe it. It is controlled, but not controlled. Sane, but not sane. If someone, PIC or Palace Person were to describe her in three traits, they would be: Mysterious. Defined. Extraordinary.

Being extraordinary isn't always a good thing. Remember that.




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Aimee was one of those girls who got whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it. Aimee was one of those girls that played dress up day and night. And Aimee was one of those girls that needed a spanking but never got one. In short, Aimee was spoiled. Her father was practically drowning in money, being a Lord, and her mother, well yes, she was indeed very rich, but she hated Aimee. And most people would probably say to this, 'Oh, she said that, but she never really meant it, you are her daughter after all'. But Aimee knew the truth- the truth was that her mother hated her because after giving birth to Aimee she became fat- permanently.

Then one night she awoke to her father's anxious eyes looking into her own mismatched ones. He told her to only trust the man in the yellow tie. When she sat up, she could see her mother's outline just behind her fathers'. But- she had started to say, only to see her parents dash off to her bedroom window and be hoisted below. The little Aimee had rushed to her window, not minding the open door, and made the mistake of looking down. Time stopped; then. She saw the bullets' two of them, to be exact, hit her father and her mother in the back of the head, just as they were running for protecting into the forest. Then, she screamed. Then, there was the problem of the open door. A figure heard the scream, saw her outline, and grabbed her by the waist. She glanced around frantically, trying to see if the man was wearing a yellow tie, but never knew. After that, all she remembered was her eyes closing as someone struck her on the back of the head.

Aimee was only 9 years old.

The next day, she woke up, in a comfy bed with warm blankets and the softest pillow. She saw a crowd of eyes staring at her, and Aimee shut her mismatched orbs just as quickly as she had opened them. A nurse ushered everyone away, and then she herself was ushered away as an official looking Lord introduced himself as the business partner of her late-father and explained what had happened. The man started off asking her if she remembered everything that had happened the night before. In fact, she didn't, but the moment he mentioned it, it all came rushing forth once more. The man then began. He explained how Aimee's father had many enemies because of his immense wealth and how a Lord had brought together a team of strong, armed men to kill him. Only him, but something went wrong and Aimee's mother ended up being murdered as well. The man in the yellow tie, little Aimee soon discovered, was the very man telling her the story right now.

And then he told Aimee of her fate.

It triggered her MPD.

She was to be one of the ladies in waiting of Princess Cam. Her title had been restored as Lady, and every one of the men was after her for all of her wealth, apparently. But she could really only focus on the fact that she was to be a lady in waiting for a Princess. When she saw the Princess' rooms, she was reminded of her room. She was left alone, actually for a few hours to find her way around the Palace, but she only found her way back to Princess Cam's room. She truly shouldn't have, but she did. Did what? Well, she looked through each and everyone of the drawers, taking some jewelry that she thought to be beautiful. And when she came to the closet of all of those beautiful ball gowns... well, she tried them on. And after seeing how beautiful they looked on her, she hid them as well. They lie in a locked abandoned trunk in the back of her closet as I type this, actually. And nobody even suspected a thing. That was just how much the Princess had.

And then came the day that Aimee truly went insane, the day her MPD became more hard; strong; effective. Aimee was actually, truly, lost, not off to steal some more. She was headed to the stables where she was to meet a horse the Princess had allowed her to ride if she felt like it. The mare's name was Deirdre. She was fast, and cunning, and strong. But going to the stables, Aimee took a wrong turn, and ended up in a long narrow and dark passageway instead. She eventually had to feel around the walls until she felt a person. She was sworn to secrecy and then was told of the poison attempts the person was about to try. Eager, know, to perhaps have even more excitement in her palace life, Aimee agreed to have a part in the poisonings.

But each one failed.

And Aimee lived on.

That brings us to where we are today.

ƒαмιℓу

Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Mᴀʀɪᴇ-Tʜᴇʀᴇsᴇ Love ♥♥ of 10
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Hᴇɴʀɪ Lᴇᴏɴᴀʀᴅᴏ Love ♥♥♥♥♥♥ of 10

ѕтяєηgтнѕ
♛ Aruging
♛ Finding Hiding Spots
♛ Sneaking Around
♛ Lying
♛ Playing People
♛ Intelligent
♛ Her Power

ωєαкηєѕѕєѕ
▾ Her Impatience
▾ Her Spoiledness
▾ Her Stubborness
▾ Kind of Insane
▾ Her Mother
▾ Her MPD
▾ Her Claustrophobia


I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴋs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ...

All Above are Approved

[Sofia Andromeda Stark]
↳First Name ~ Wise ~ Greek
↳Middle Name ~ To be mindful of ~ Greek
↳Last Name ~ Strong ~ German

[Nicknames: Sophie, Soph]

[Age: 16]

[Gender: Female]

[Birthday]
↳Place Of Birth: Krasa Castle
↳Time Of Birth: 2:37 A.M.
↳Birth Stone: (Diamond)
↳Birth Flower:(Daisy)

[Relationship Status]
↳Crush:None
↳Relationship Past:None
↳Looking Into A Relationship: Not really, but she would if she met the right guy

[Appearance]

↳Description: Sofia is very blonde. She is pretty short, but she is only 16. She is also fairly skinny. Her eyes are blue-green. They look different colors depending on what she is wearing. Sofia likes to wear the plain dresses that they give her as a lady-in-waiting. She has small freckles dotted across her face. Her hair is long, it goes down to her waist. She likes to wear it down or in a long side braid. She prefers not to wear makeup.
↳Hair Color: Blonde
↳Eye Color: Green-blue
↳Height: 5 feet 4 inches
↳Weight: 110 pounds

[History]
Sofia's parents are Cassandra Doukas and James Stark. James was a young man visiting Krasas Castle. Cassandra had been born in the castle and was a maid ever since age 11. When the two met, they fell madly in love. Cassandra and James were married 6 months later. Unfortunately, their marriage meant that James had to become a servant in the castle. This was fortunate, however, because he was an excellent chef. Cassandra and James are still in love today and do not regret any part of their marriage.

Sofia was born in the second year of their parent's marriage. They had been hoping for a baby for a long time. Sofia was trained to be a maid from a young age. She worked alongside her mother for years and years. When she was 14 years old, they decided that she was ready to be a lady-in-waiting. Her parents were so proud of her.

Sofia was 4 years old when her parents had another child. She loves her sister, Anastasia. Her parents didn't wish to ever have another child. This is okay with Sofia though. She and her sister are best friends.

[Family]
↳Mother: Cassandra Doukas Stark
↳Father: James Stark
↳Sister: Anastasia Stark


[Personality]
Sofia is kind and quiet. She makes the perfect maid because of this. Sofia is very introverted. She prefers just to spend time with her family and close friends. Anybody whose ever met her would definitely say that she was kind to everybody. Sofia is quiet and calm under pressure. She makes small, sarcastic remarks sometimes under her breath. When you really get to know her, she is very opinionated. Sofia only has a few close friends that she can be her true self too.

[Traits]
↳Kind
↳Caring
↳Loving


[Likes]
↳Books
↳Peace
↳Her family

[Dislikes]
↳Loud situations
↳Rude people
↳People who can't do anything for themselves

[Strengths]
↳Strong under pressure
↳Helpful
↳People like her

[Weaknesses]
↳Quiet
↳Never says her opinion except to close friends and family
↳Has a hard time saying no to orders

[Others]
↳None

Approved.

Nice character!

Thanks!

Ooh, I like her Avery! Our ladies-in-waiting can be friends :D

Ohmygod Flower shes perfectionnn

Really?:)

Yaaas. Dude Spencer and her will be perf.

So excited!!!!
Shall we start roleplaying!!

Yess!!
Where to?

YAY!!!
Main floor corridor?

kay. You post first or me?

can you?:)

Sure. One sec.

Piper wrote: "Ooh, I like her Avery! Our ladies-in-waiting can be friends :D"

Definitely!

Part One
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Jᴜsᴛ Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Lᴀᴅʏ-Iɴ-Wᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ

◢ The truth is, I'm not.◣

Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Meghan Aero Iris Duval

♠Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Meghan
→Meghan means pearl. The name originates from Ireland
♠Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Aero
→Aero means of the sky. The name originates from Greece.
♠Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Iris
→Iris means colorful & rainbow. It comes from Greece.
♠Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Duval
→Duval means from the valley. It comes from France.

Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Meg

◢ When it darkens can it become light again? ◣

Aɢᴇ: Seventeen

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: October 14
→Place Of Birth: Krãsa Castle's Infirmary
→Time of Birth: Twenty-three past four in the morning
→Birthstone: Opal
→Birth Flower: Marigold

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
→Past Relationships: One or two guards here and there. Nothing very serious.
→Looking Into A Relationship: Just, no.

Nᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: American

◢ I wish I weren't here to serve, but I am.◣

♠Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
→Hair Color: Extremely Dark Brown
→Hairstyle: Up in a Tight Bun
→Hair Length: 24 Inches
→Eye Color: Very Dark Green
→Glasses or Contacts: None
→Vision: 20/20
→Height: 4'11
→Weight: 91 Pounds
→Piercings: Earrings(view spoiler)[They are black and dangle from her ears.
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→Tattoo: None
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Nightgowns

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♠Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:
Many Poor's like Meg herself never seemed to even glance at her. She always sat facing the brick wall of a crowded apartment building. Her dark hair that was nearly as pitch black as the night sky when it had no shining stars illuminated a pathway for people that couldn't afford electricity. Usually her eyes were sealed shut and she let her ears see everything for her. No that anyone would care, but her eyes were a darkening green that from a distance would defiantly seem like a medium brown. She is much shorter than pretty much everyone wherever she lingers. Don't be fooled into thinking she is weak. No, most defiantly not. Most of her weight is formed from strong muscle. It is not visible though. Her arms come across limp but if she needs strength physically there is some to use. She has ears that are proportioned gracefully for her figure. They are usually showing since her hair is pulled back in a tight bun and held by pins. Most of the time thin black earrings dangle from her ears.

◢ Sometimes violence is the answer.◣

♠Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:
The day was mid October when Meg's mother decided she was special. Which, she wasn't. Meg never listened, or believed, her mothers whispers when she told her she wasn't just a girl, wasn't just a poor little child. All lies that never soaked in. Meg was another one of those shy girls on the outside. Nothing about Meg was outgoing. Not even a spark of happiness glimmered in Meg's eyes like the rest of her type. Sitting alone on the bench that faced another crowded apartment building was common for her. She didn't like people and didn't believe that being social would make anything better. Slightly, she thought it might make things even worse. Though a rough outside image, on her inside she was always creative. Original ideas came easy to Meg. When no one was out at night, and she was out past curfew, a book with many filled pages about her characters would come to life. She wrote about only two things. 1. The dark alleys of where she lived. 2. Fantasy's about people she'd never be, adventures she'd never take. Though art interested her nothing was like a story. Especially when you were the master, and you had control over what happened. Control. Power. That was what she craved. Meg had power over her characters. She could make them live happily ever after, or burn in the underworld. In her mind, Meg had power over her own villagers in her own world. Though not until the move to the castle, Meg became a perfectionist. Every stitch had to be identical, not a single spot could be on the gowns she created. The nails she painted had to be beautiful with sparkles drizzled over them. None of the vases could be dusty, no carpets could be wrinkled.

Way, way, deep inside the soul of this shy being a morbid past makes her what she is. Without that, Meg could be anything but herself. But, luckily, she is just a Lady-In-Waiting. Her personality, her thoughts, make no difference, no matter what.

♠Tʀᴀɪᴛs:
→Perfectionist
→Shy
→Creative

◢ Push me, higher, higher, until I fly away.◣

Lɪᴋᴇs:
→ Writing
→ Reading
→ Story Telling
→ Painting
→ Library
→ Tea
→ Flowers

Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
→ Alleyways
→ Benches
→ Brick
→ Birds
→ Darkness
→ Jazz Music
→ Dancing

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
→ Writing
→ Languages
→ Serving
→ Cooking
→ Swimming
→ Sewing

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
→ Math
→ Numbers
→ Reading Time
→ Eating Meat

Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs:
→ Story Telling
→ Writing
→ Cleaning
→ Reading
→ Serving
→ Styling

Fᴇᴀʀs:
→ Being Alone
→ Death
→ Messing Up
→ Darkness
→ Knives
→ Horses

◢ I hope I can beat the current, before it beats me. ◣

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Before Birth
Fifty years ago, Iris Madge Shaw, arrived at the Krãsa Castle. Pockets of both joy and dread sprinkled the moist air as Iris entered threw the servants back door, into a hallway. She found her room and unpacked her things. When she finally got on her uniform she heard a knock on her door and opened it to see another girl. She wore no uniform and was in a gray wrinkled dress.
"I believe this is my room, M'am. I'm the new Lady-In-Waiting for the queen." The girl in gray announced.
A questioned look crossed Iris's face. She was the new Lady-In-Waiting. At least the letter that was mailed in said so. They humbly approached the queen herself to explain the dilemma.
"Why, we have a conflict here?" The queen had said. Then she asked us to chose a number between one and ten, whoever guessed the closest got the job. A game to pick someones fate. How silly? Iris guessed three, the girl in gray picked six. The number was seven. The girl in gray won the job. Iris was sent back to being a Poor in Itsasoa. Alone in her tiny house with only a carpets and wood found on the streets as her roof. Dirt was her floor and a stream was her water source. She couldn't pay for the buckets of water sold for a coin per liter. Her coins needed to be saved up for some daily bread and beans. Sometimes, if she were lucky, she'd have fish she caught in the river. Many months after being sent back home a parade for Krãsa Day was held in her streets. Everyone came out to admire it. She wore her ripped brown thing skirt and white fitted tang top with a tiny orange stained blanket around her shoulders to keep warm in the winter. After the parade the guards apart of it all headed to the local tavern. Most people went, too. The guards were served first and if you were lucky you'd get a glass of cool ice water you found on the bar someone forgot to pick up. Then a guard and her fell in love that night but weren't permitted to get married. She never talked about him at all, though. Barely even remembered anything about him, actually. So she moved on and went and married another man. They had one child before getting divorced. The babies name was Meghan, but everyone called her meg. Meg's father was a Medium. He married another Medium after divorcing Iris, a Poor. Her father, Mark Isaac Dawson, loved her dearly but didn't want a thing to do with her. She was the evidence of his past relationship, and he wanted not to remember it.

◢ I'm still not done crossing my bridge.◣

Part Two

◢ It is the beginning again.◣

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Childhood
Meg grew up a depressed girl living as a Poor. She went home every night to a tiny apartment. It felt large because they had barely any furniture. They couldn't scrap enough pennies off the barrel to buy anything for enjoyment. All there was were two mattresses, no frames, with light blankets and pillow cases stuffed with old newspapers. They had the most beautiful walls though. Meg could paint like a mad man and painted the walls for enjoyment. A little couch that actually had cushion was what they spent five months worth of savings on. There was a coffee table made out of a trunk they found in the junk yard. The two of them scrubbed everything until it was clean. Meg had no friends and was fond of this bench, facing a blank brick wall. She'd sit there when no work was needed and heard as people shouted and hustled. On another Krãsa Day parade came about the guards did, too. Including the one Iris fell in love with. He was now a high commanding guard and respected. When he saw Iris, with a little girl, he shunned her. After she explained he told her that he had a girlfriend but that he'd break up with her for her. The Head Guard, David Jay Duval, told Iris a house maid opening was available. Usually children of current maids became house maids at young ages but the royals were open to having a thirty-three year old woman of beauty help out. When Iris got to the castle with David Duval, Meg wasn't expecting she'd have to do work. When she was young, only maybe eleven, she was in charge of helping out a gardener. Later on she became a housemaid. Then finally a Lady-In-Waiting. Currently Meg has a higher ranking than her mother which causes slight conflict and jealousy.

Recent History
In the past few weeks Meg has been going about her usual days. Every morning she wakes up in her room with white walls and sheets. Luckily her mother sewed her nice blue and white dotted sheets and painted her dresser a similar shade of blue. The lamp shade was replaced with an old one found in storage, that they were granted permission to use. Overall she just wakes up to the same routine. After taking a cold shower in the morning she then gets on her uniform that matches everyone else. She wished she could wear gowns but she was no royal. A Poor at first and now a Medium. Would she ever be a Wealth? No, certainly not. But after getting ready for the day ahead of her, Meg goes off to tend to her lady. Afterwards, Meg goes to bed and wakes up to the same day.

◢ Let me go to my own world. ◣

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
→Birth Mother: Iris Madge Duval // 43 Years Old // House-Maid//Married
→Birth Father: Mark Isaac Dawson // 47 Years Old // Waiter // Single
→Step Father: David Jay Duval // 45 Years Old // Guard // Married
→Brother: Bruce Taylor Duval // 17 Years Old // Guard // Single

Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs:
→ Bruce Taylor Duval tends to be Meg's only friend so far.

Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs:
→ A few people she dislikes here and there but no real enemies, yet.

◢ I'll grow wings and fly away if I must. ◣

Wᴇᴀʟᴛʜ: Unknown
→Monthly Income: $3,020.25

Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: None

Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇs:
→Favorite Food: Bavarian Round Roast
→Favorite Music: Classic Orchestra
→Favorite Color: Tan
→Favorite Animal: Ox
→Favorite Destination: Unknown

Hᴏᴜsᴇ: Currently, Krãsa Castle.

Oᴛʜᴇʀs:
→Accent: American
→Allergies: Pollen
→Pets: None
→Blood Type: Unknown
→Mental Health: Sane

◢ Only on rare occasions do I enjoy life.◣

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▌│█║▌║▌║The Proper Assistant Cook ║▌║▌║█│▌


[ ғυℓℓ ηαмε ] Violet Poppy Moore

·[First]Violet//Purple or Blue Flower//English
·[Middle]Poppy//From The Flower//Latin
·[Last]Moore//Open Land//English

[ ηιcкηαмε ]Sometimes Pop or Poppy.


▌│█║▌║▌║I'll be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.║▌║▌║█│▌

[ αgε ]Eighteen Years Old

[ gεη∂εя ]Female

[ вιятн∂αү ]August Eleventh

·[ Place Of Birth ]Krãsa Castle
·[ Time Of Birth]Quarter Past Nine in the Morning
·[ Birth Stone]Peridot
·[ Birth Flower ]Gladiolus

[ яεℓαтισηsнσρ sтαтυs ]Single

·[Open Crush]N/A
·[Relationship History]No Past Relationships.
·[Looking Into A Relationship]Never

▌│█║▌║▌║I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one. ║▌║▌║█│▌

[ αρρεαяαηcε ]
Violet is not beautiful but not unpleasant to look at. She is fairly pretty with her thin pull packed brown hair. It always tends to be up in a very tight bun. Since she is cooking most of the day her hair must be back 24/7 until it is time to go to bed. Even then it is in a slightly more eased pony tail. Though it is hard to tell from a distance someone may notice her vibrant blue eyes that gives her more of a cheerful tone. Also, Violet has pale skin that helps her blue eyes give more pop.
Violet is pleasant to look at and wouldn't be considered anything less than pretty. But nothing more than pretty either.


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·[Hair Color]Brown
·[Hair Style]Braided
·[Eye Color]Blue
·[Height]5'4
·[Weight]93
·[Tattoos/Piercings]Earrings
·[Others About Appearance]Pale Skin
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Uniforms:


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▌│█║▌║▌║Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain. ║▌║▌║█│▌

[ ρεяsσηαℓιтү ]
A cheerful girl Violet is. Good jokes and laughs appeal to her. Though most of the time she is the one shuffling the jokes. Most of the time she is very hard at work and barely has time for anything but it. When she believes it isn't a time for jokes she is very stern and even sometimes strict. But at the end of the day Violet just wants to relax and have fun. A lot of the time it is common to find her being self righteous. She believes that all the time her opinion is correct. If someone has a good idea, she'll try to prove it wrong. Maybe that is ignorance? Violet for the most part hides this side and tries to stay stern and funny. Another aspect about Violet is a caring girl. She hates to hurt someones feelings but does it a lot. The worse sound is someone in pain and all she wants to do is help. But since she is sometimes ignorant and always wants to be right, she easily can hurt someone. Mentally, not physically.

[ тяαιтs ]

·Self Righteous
·Sensitive
·Humorous
·Caring

▌│█║▌║▌║Silence, sometimes I just like silence. ║▌║▌║█│▌

[ ℓιкεs ]

·Cooking
·Working
·Gossip
·Braids

[ ∂ιsℓιкεs ]

·Water
·Most Guards
·Uniforms
·Artificial Flavoring

[ sтяεηgтнs ]

·Baking
·Cooking
·Sewing
·Serving

[ ωεαкηεssεs ]

·Takes Everything Personally
·Bumble Bees
·Heights
·Dancing

[ нσввιεs ]

·Cooking
·Serving
·Sewing
·Reading

▌│█║▌║▌║And this is how it happened. ║▌║▌║█│▌

[ нιsтσяү ]

The night was late when David R. Moore decided he was in love. The female gardener with blond hair the color of fresh corn and eyes of vibrant bright blue always tended to the garden. She was beautiful, you couldn't blame young Twenty-two year old David for wanting to ask her to the upcoming ball before someone else did. The ladies name was Daniella Lee Flowers and was the daughter of a ladies maid and a Secret Guard. Her parents weren't married, but were soon to be. Two days before the international ball for Krãsa Day he somehow fished up the courage and asked. He was a mighty handsome and had great manners so it would've been hard to decline. So Daniella made it easier on herself and said yes.

Years later they got married and had twins, a boy named Tamarind and a girl called Lisette. Lisette was a beautiful young lady with her fathers black hair and mothers blue eyes. On the other hand Tamarind, Tam for short, had his fathers deep green eyes and mothers light blonde hair. Both were intelligent and curious children and grew up to either be maids or guards. Lisette grew fond of the messenger. He wasn't stunning but was fairly good looking and average height, but his personality blew everyone out of the water. Lisette started to have small talk with him on her breaks and he grew fond of her. It wasn't a plan, okay maybe it was, but they grew up together and also started a family of 3 children. By the names of Park, a guard, Walter, also a guard, and Violet, the proper assistant cook.

Violet grew up as a house maid but was always fond of cooking. She spent her free time watching her favorite chef make meals. There came a day when one of the cooks retired and someone needed to step into their place. Perfect, Violet wanted to be a cook and was surely good at it. After a few interviews and taste testers she got the job. Now she is the cook and is always making her best meals.

▌│█║▌║▌║I wish you all loved me as dearly as I love you. ║▌║▌║█│▌

[ ғαмιℓү ]

·[Mother]Lisette Gem Moore// 45 Years Old // Married
·[Father] Thad Harold Moore // 47 Years Old // Married
·[Brother]Park Own Moore // 15 Years Old // Single
·[Brother]Walter Benjamin Moore //20 Years Old // Single

[ ғяιεη∂s ]

·[Best Friend] To Be Role Played
·[Close Friend 1] To Be Role Played
·[Close Friend 2] To Be Role Played
·[Friend] To Be Role Played

[ εηεмιεs ]

·[Arch Enemy]To Be Role Played
·[Enemy 1]To Be Role Played
·[Enemy 2]To Be Role Played
·[ "Enemy"]To Be Role Played

[Picture]

▌│█║▌║▌║Why does money matter? ║▌║▌║█│▌

[ ωεαℓтн ]Unknown

[ тяαηsρσятαтιση ]None

[ ғαvσяιтεs ]

·[Favorite Color]Light Purple
·[Favorite Food]Chicken Noodle Soup
·[Favorite Song/Music Type]Classic Rock
·[Favorite Location]Krãsa Castle's Gardens

[Others]

·[Blood Type]A-
·[House]Krãsa Castle
·[Vacation House]None
·[School]None
·[Grades]Doesn't go to school
·[Nationality]British
·[Occupation]Proper Assistant Cook
·[Allergies]Bumble Bee's
·[Accent] Heavy British

▌│█║▌║▌║ The end...for now. ║▌║▌║█│▌

[Full Name] Belle Lannister
↳First Name: Belle \b(el)-le\ as a girl's name is pronounced bell. It is of French origin, and the meaning of Belle is "beautiful".

↳Last Name: Of fictional origin

[Nickname(s)] Beauty
[Age] 17

[Gender] Female

[Birthday] 12/09
↳Place Of Birth: Cali, France
↳Time Of Birth: 15:58
↳Birth Stone: Sapphire
↳Birth Flower: Aster

[Relationship Status]
↳Crush: Prince Marius
↳Relationship Past: N/A
↳Looking Into A Relationship: Yes

Rank: Maid

[Appearance]

↳Description: Belle is a good-looking girl who many considered to be beautiful. Her figure has filled out in the past few months mainly due to now having enough to eat as her families circumstances have improved. She is very petite at 5'1 and doesn't weigh an awful lot. Her hair is normally very long and falls in waves. It's natural colour is blonde but she often dies it dark brown. Her eyes are almond shape and are blue-grey in colour.
↳Hair Color: Blonde
↳Eye Color: Blue
↳Height: 5'1
↳Weight:6 Stone
↳Face Claim: Taylor Swift



[History]
Belle was a disappointment to her parents when she was born a they were expecting and wanted a male as males could earn more money when they grew up but they soon got over the fact Belle wasn't a boy and fell in love with their newborn daughter. They gave Belle everything they could from an education to food but it still wasn't really enough. The family rarely had enough to eat as they worked seasonal jobs so never had any money in the winter months and things only became worse when Juliet was born. So at 11 years old Belle was pulled out of school and sent to the royal family as a maid. At first Belle hated it. Hated being sneered at by the rich girls who had everything she didn't but she soon got used it and even started to enjoy her job as a maid. She especially enjoyed chatting to fellow maids and even sometimes the royals themselves. She was paid regularly and all her money she sent home to her family. As she got older she started viewing the male part of the staff differently- those her age anyway. She started to get crushes but never acted on them. Her most recent crush is the prince but she doubts he even notices her so that's a lost cause. This continued until she turned sixteen when things start change as her father found a job tutoring the sons of a rich family so there was more money for the family. This meant Belle now had money to spend for herself which she was happy about. But not everything changed for the better. Juliet had gotten ill with some illness the doctors couldn't diagnose and has been steadily getting worse as the months go past.

[Family]
↳Mother: Lilia Lannister Nee Evans
↳Father: Alexander Lannister
↳Sister: Juliet Lannister




[Personality]
Belle is a reserved girl and never really lets on to what she thinks of anybody in less she really dislikes them in which case she is very disdainful. She is warm and friendly around her friends and family and is always ready with a smile and a comforting word if they have had a bad day. Belle is fairly intelligent but hasn't really had much chance or reason to explore it so she is more street smart than book smart. She has a sharp tongue that is always ready to make quick retorts but again only around family and friends. In terms of her work she is polite and respectful to her employers even if they treat her like dirt. But she is unwilling to be treated as a slave and puts her foot down at that even if it will cost her, her job. Belle is a loyal girl that won't speak a bad word about the family she works for or about her own family for that matter. She is also great at keeping secrets and being a friendly ear if you ever need to unload or rant.

[Traits]
↳ Loyal
↳ Reserved
↳ Quick-witted


[Likes]
↳ Baby Blue
↳ Sunbathing
↳ Walking

[Dislikes]
↳ Orange
↳ Her nosy neighbours
↳ Loud noises- they make her jump

[Strengths]
↳ Intelligent
↳ Linguist- Can speak 4 languages- Italian, French, Spanish and English


[Weaknesses]
↳ Heights
↳ Maths- Never had a head for it
↳ Her sharp tongue

[Others]
Belle has a generic French accent. She is allergic to coconut. She doesn't own a pet but she would really like a kitten.

Thank you :)

⒤ ⒩⒪⒲ ⒫⒭⒠⒮⒠⒩⒯ ⒯⒪ ⒴⒪⒰ ⒜ ⒞⒣⒜⒭⒜⒞⒯⒠⒭ ⒝⒴ ⒨⒠⒧⒤⒮⒬⒰⒤⒮⒣
Ｐａｒｔ Ｏｎｅ


Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart.

[ғuʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:]
↳ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Ida // IE-də // English // Work, labour
↳ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Elizabeth // i-LIZ-ə-bəth // English // My God is an Oath, or My God is abundance
↳ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Gardner // Variant on Gardener
(nickname) Really, you want to shorten a three letter name to something even shorter? It's two syllables. Make an effort.


No longer do I desire to be a queen.

[ᴀɢᴇ:] Eighteen
(birthday) May 16th
(place of birth) her home
(time of birth) 7:21 at night
(birthstone) Emerald (view spoiler)[Emerald, the birthstone of May, carries the rich green color of Spring and radiates a beautiful vivid tone. They are considered to be a symbol of rebirth and love. Emeralds are the rarest gemstones and are typically mined in Colombia, Brazil, Afghanistan and Zambia. (hide spoiler)]
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(zodiac sign) Taurus


Grave and thoughtful was her gaze, and she looked upon the king with cool pity in her eyes.

[ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:] Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) Single
(crush) None
(relationship past) None


Very fair was her face, and her long hair was like a river. Slender and tall was she in her white robe girt with silver; but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings.

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(face claim) Caitlyn Stasay
↳ (description) Ida has an oval or heart-shaped face, which is sprinked with a few freckles on her cheeks. Her skin glows with a healthy tan, due to being outside whenever she can get away. She has almond-shaped brown eyes, and thin lips that light up when you manage to get her to laugh. She has thick hair down past her shoulders that matches her eyes, which she often wears down, in loose ringlets, when she's off duty. When on duty, of course, she must wear it tied up in a tight bun. She's often called beautiful by rich noblemen who don't know how to keep their hands and thoughts to themselves.
↳ (hair colour) Brown
↳ (eye colour) Brown
↳ (height) 5'6"
↳ (weight) 120 lbs


He thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring not yet come to womanhood.

[ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:]
Seeing Ida, the first colour that comes to mind is white. Pale, cold, far-off, distant. There are few people with whom she will really let her guard down, and her walls that she has built so carefully.

Life hasn't been kind to Ida, seeing it to be necessary for her to put up these walls. No one can see her true thoughts. They just see a maid, who does what she is asked. Nothing less, nothing more. Obedient, submissive, invisible. That is how she survives.

But is it surviving, to do nothing with your life? To be a shadow on the wall, only doing what others tell you, staying away from your dream? She hates this life that she lives, but she is careful to never let it show.

Ida is quiet while she works, not making friends with the other maids and guards. She's never been the type to waste unnecessary oxygen with needless chatter.

She's very good at maid work, and has nearly risen to the top of the pyramid. The only thing keeping her from being a lady-in-waiting is the fact that she has no title or land, and her people skills.

Ida may have thick walls built up, but you can break them. And when you do, you should be prepared for an onslaught. She doesn't care if you're the king himself; if you touch her, you'd best be prepared to be told a thing or two about human decency. She has a very sharp tongue when confronted, and she is never short on insults to use at need.

In other words, her people skills need some serious work.

So there are three Ida's you can meet. The quiet, submissive, dutiful one is the most common. The one who bows her head while walking, who does her work without complaint. Then sharp-tongued Ida, who you'll only see if you dare to provoke her. And finally, the true Ida. The one who longs to go and play in the snow and make snowmen, the one who plays the piano when she thinks no one can hear. The one who desperately longs to be able to do what she loves, and tend the gardens alongside her brother. The one you'll only see if you catch her off guard, the girl hidden so deep who still wants the childhood she never had, and the life she only dreamed of.
(likes)
↳ Snowflakes
↳ Frost on windows
↳ Being up at sunrise
↳ Watching the sunset
↳ Playing piano
↳ Gardening
↳ Being outside
↳ The colour white
↳ Wearing gowns
↳ Polishing
↳ Silver
↳ The way the snow looks, settled on the trees outside her window
↳ The birds that sing every morning
↳ Cleaning (not that she'd admit it)
(dislikes)
↳ Being a maid
↳ Being looked down upon
↳ When boys look at her
↳ Revealing gowns
↳ The maid uniform (She finds it looks horrid on her)
↳ Wearing her hair up (Her neck gets cold, and it feels bare)
↳ Fire
↳ Nightmares
(strengths)
↳ Her walls
↳ Her beauty
↳ Her skill as a maid
↳ Playing the piano (not that she ever does it in public)
↳ Her never-ending well of insults
(weaknesses)
↳ She's not noble-born
↳ Her brother
↳ She hates her job
↳ She doesn't like speaking up around other people unless she needs to
↳ Her people skills


But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in around her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?

Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ Ｐａｒｔ Ｏｎｅ

Ｐａｒｔ Ｔｗｏ


What do you fear, my lady?
A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone past recall or desire.

[ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:]
Ida was born at a tragic time in her family. Her mother had been weak and ill before the birth, and she died in childbirth. Ida's grieving father named her Ida, after his own mother, and left her in the care of his own mother.

She grew up living in her home with her grandmother, occasionally her father (when he wasn't too busy at the palace), and her brother, three years her senior. She grew up idolizing her brother. He was, of course, three years her senior so he always got to do things first. Ida was never far behind, though. She would see him racing around the house, doing whatever it was he did, and she would crawl as fast as she could after him. He was laugh, and talk, and she would babble back at him.

Soon, of course, she learned to really talk and walk, and the childhood memories faded away. Her brother worked on their garden, and whenever she could get away from their grandmother's prying eyes, she would join him, loving to play with the pretty flowers, never mind the scolding she would get when her grandmother discovered she'd ruined her brand new dress.

Tragedy once again struck when Ida was 10, and her brother was 13. A fire. No one knew how it had begun. Perhaps the stove had been left on, or a candle had tipped over. All Ida remembered was waking up in the middle of the night to find her brother shaking her and pulling her after him out of the burning building. The two children stood outside, cold compared to the suffocating heat inside, and watched everything they had burn. Their grandmother and father hadn't been able to escape the flames. So it was that Ida was orphaned at the age of ten.

The two children were taken in by the palace, to be trained to become servants when they were old enough. Andrew to be a gardner, as was his dream. And Ida, to be a maid.

She was given a cold, white room in the basement of the palace, all to herself. It was nothing compared to the big bed, and room she'd had back home, with her brother's room directly beside. This bed, although smaller, felt so much bigger without him crawling in beside her at two in the morning when she had nightmares. Here, no one cared if she had nightmares except to yell at her when she screamed or cried too loudly. And the nightmares were worse, now. They had fire, and brothers dying, and Idas being left all alone in the world.

She rarely saw her brother after that. She was being trained or watched every moment of the day, and she was supposed to forget about her brother. It was through the royal's kindness that she was here, she was often reminded by her superiors. She was not to ruin it by distracting her brother fro his work, or skipping her duties. She couldn't help but think that she would rather be poor, out in the streets as long as she had her older brother there to protect her. Here it was too big, too scary, too new. And there was no brother to protect her from the harsh words of the other maids, of the nobles when she stumbled or tripped. Here she was on her own.

Ida learned to grow up far too quickly. She learned to pretend the harsh words didn't bother her, to do her work quietly and quickly. She learned to become untouchable and unnoticeable.

As she grew up, she was eventually permitted more time with her brother, so long as they weren't busy. But things had changed between them. Her brother was busy with his own life. He didn't think about his baby sister, all alone in the world as much as before. Of course he still loved her, but they weren't as close as they'd been as children. And he liked working at the palace. He had his flowers to look after, he had a roof over his head, he even had friends. He couldn't complain. And Ida knew that if she asked, asked him to leave the palace with her, leave this world she hated, he would laugh, ruffle her hair, and think his baby sister who had never grown up in his eyes was joking.

So she continued with her maid work quietly, without complaining and slowly rose in the ranks of the maids. There are only two ranks of maids above her; ladies maids, and ladies in waiting. She will never achieve Lady in Waiting status, as she has no title or land, but it's gossiped with the other maids that orphan girl Ida might expect a promotion to Ladies Maid if she does what's expected of her. Not that she really cares. As a Ladies Maid, she'll do much of the same work as she did before, all it is is a raise in status. And, of course, she'll have to wait hand and foot on one of the princesses, or, heaven forbid, the Queen.
(family)
↳ Father // Ethan James Gardner // 5/10
↳ Mother // Olivia Mary Gardner
↳ Grandmother // Ida Gardner // 8/10
↳ Brother // Andrew Ethan Gardner // 21 // 10/10


And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ Ｐａｒｔ Ｔｗｏ
⒬⒰⒪⒯⒠⒮ ⒡⒭⒪⒨ ⒯⒣⒠ ⒧⒪⒭⒟ ⒪⒡ ⒯⒣⒠ ⒭⒤⒩⒢⒮ ⒝⒴ ⒥⒭⒭ ⒯⒪⒧⒦⒤⒠⒩
⒢⒤⒡⒮ ⒡⒪⒰⒩⒟ ⒪⒩ ⒤⒩⒯⒠⒭⒩⒠⒯
⒠⒱⒠⒭⒴⒯⒣⒤⒩⒢ ⒠⒧⒮⒠ ⒝⒴ ⒨⒠ ⒟⒪ ⒩⒪⒯ ⒞⒪⒫⒴

*awkwardly approves self*

~ Abrielle Joie Beaulieu PART ONE ~






"Dear Adrien,
I know that you are far, far away from here. I am also aware that you may never receive this letter, but if you do, please dear brother save me." - Written in Abrielle's journal.



[Full Name] Abrielle Joie Beaulieu
↳First Name: Ah-bri-l, of French origin meaning “God is Gracious”
↳Middle Name: Jo-e, of French origin meaning “Joy”
↳Last Name: Bo-u, of French origin meaning “Nice place”

[Nickname(s)] Her brother called her, ‘Elle’.

[Age] Sweet Sixteen

[Gender] Female

[Birthday] June 6th
↳Place Of Birth: Paris, France
↳Time Of Birth: 2 o’clock in the afternoon.
↳Birth Stone: Moonstone, the only thing she has left of her mother is this moonstone ring. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
↳Birth Flower: The birth flower for June is a rose, here is Abrielle’s favorite type. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

[Relationship Status] Single
↳Crush: N/A
↳Relationship Past: Abrielle has never had much of a love life. Between working in the castle, and trying to make ends meet she hasn’t had time to worry about men.

↳Looking Into A Relationship: She’d be willing to start a relationship if she really loved the man.

Rank: Poor; maid in the castle.

[Appearance]

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↳Description: Abrielle is the picturesque version of a beautiful peasant. Her mixed raced background has blessed her with her shimmering gold skin tone, and the long light brown waves she calls hair. Abrielle is tall for a girl, standing right at 5’9”. Her long legs are just part of her amazing slim, yet curvaceous figure that secretly catches the eye of many royal men. Her big hazel eyes are surrounded by her thick, curly eyelashes and her eyebrows are naturally arched into their near perfect shape. Abrielle’s lips are plump and a natural rosy shade of pink. Her teeth are as white as freshly fallen snow, but her bottom set is slightly crooked. Pairing with this imperfection, she has a long scar on the right side of her torso from an accident she was involved in during her younger years. Abrielle exudes radiance.

↳Hair Color: Dusty hues of brown.
↳Eye Color: Hazel
↳Height: 5’9”
↳Weight: 115 lbs
↳Face Claim: Chrishell Stubbs





“You know Maleiwa, Charles might have given you that pearl necklace. But it wasn’t a sign of his affection or gratitude for you. It was a sign of slavery. Those pearls are your chains, and you are his slave. Break the chains Maleiwa, break the chains.” – Akachi




[History]

What Happened to Her Mother…

“Maleiwa, stay with me! Stay with me sweet Maleiwa. Think of Adrien, and Abrielle and ignore that light! Do not go toward the light…Maleiwa!”

These words were murmured by an emotionally and physically exhausted midwife. After her patient passed, she vowed to protect the childern for as long as she could.

On the rainy afternoon of June 6th, Maleiwa Kalu gave birth to a beautiful bouncing baby girl. She named the child Abrielle, and placed her in the arms of her five year old, son Adrien. Maleiwa knew she was gravely ill with an unnamed disease. She knew that she would die but her children would live. All she wanted was for them to have a chance to live.

Maleiwa’s midwife had been her childhood friend and sister, Akachi. The two Nigerian women had been living in France since the age of thirteen. Their parents sent them to France, after winning scholarships to live and study in Paris at a prestigious all girls boarding school. After the two graduated the struggled to provide for themselves. They weren’t able to return back to Nigeria so they stayed in France. They worked odd jobs, one of them being midwives and strived to succeed, but things were always seeming to go wrong.

One day, Maleiwa had been offered to become a nanny for a wealthy couple living in a rich area of Paris. She accepted the offer, and asked the couple if there was room for Akachi to come along. The couple, the Beaulieu’s, said yes and made preparations for the two beautiful African women to come and stay with them. The Beaulieu’s, Margaret and Charles, were well know in Paris. Charles was a businessman, and Margaret was a socialite. The two had three children who they didn’t have time for, which is why Akachi and Maleiwa were hired.

The two women looked after the Beaulieu children as any nannies would. They made sure they were fed, doing their schoolwork, and managed their extracurricular activities. Everything seemed fine. But at the start of one summer, Margaret had decided to take the children on a rare mother-child excursion for a month to the Americas. She brought Akachi along with her and left Maleiwa to look after Charles’ needs.

The lonely Maleiwa mostly cooked and cleaned for Monseiur Beaulieu during the time the rest of the family was gone. She read when there was nothing to be done, and ran errands for Charles when needed. She kept to herself and tried to stay out of his way. But one night Charles found his way into her attic apartment. He told her that he wanted to spend more time “getting to know” his employees.

Excited for the company, Maleiwa and Charles began talking, daily. He’d bring her gifts of freshly baked macaroons, silk gowns, and gold hairbrush sets. He’d whisper sweet words into her ear and tell her that her dark skin was exotic. After a short time Maleiwa felt as though she was in love with Charles. They began an affair and shortly after the rest of the family arrived back, she found out she was pregnant. Charles forced Maleiwa to lie and say that she had been raped by another Nigerian employee. But when her first child, Adrien was born, it was clear that someone of French descent was the father. Margaret was silent about Charles’ adultery. She knew that he was the father of that newborn baby boy, but she didn’t want to risk losing her high-class lifestyle by addressing the matter.

Akachi knew as well, but she was scared that Monsieur Beaulieu would come after her as he did Maleiwa. She ignored Maleiwa’s explanations that the two had been in love, and eventually shunned her dear friend. She helped raise Adrien, but ignored Maleiwa in the process. He was treated as the other Beaulieu children were.

Years later Akachi began to notice that Maleiwa was showing signs of pregnancy once again. Akachi decided to ignore the differences and help her friend cover up her second pregnancy. Charles’ was obviously the father, but the two lied and said that Maleiwa had been raped again. But after three months, Margaret decided to fire the two maids, unable to continue to endure the pain of her husband’s lustfulness. Akachi and Maleiwa lived on the streets and struggled to provide for Adrien. Maleiwa grew sick, and after her daughter was born, she died. Akachi vowed to take care of Adrien and Abrielle, but ended up drinking herself into a sad death.







"Through the flames, I saw people walking. Women in dresses that flew around in the fire grazed wind. Faceless men walking alongside those women, they were lost souls trying to escape the chaos. I saw this. I saw Adrien run. And then I was kidnapped." - Written in Abrielle's journal.




How Abrielle lost Adrien…


When the Earth was no longer Earth, but Krãsa the sectors split up the world. France was not longer France but apart of a sector. The division of the world was quite chaotic in the beginning, but things eventually started to settle down. During this, Adrien ran from place to place seeking help with his newborn sister. He had no idea how to care for a child. He was angry with Akachi for drinking herself to death, and leaving them to fend for them selves. He had no idea how to get back to where his father was and was angered by that. But most of all, he was heartbroken that his loving mother Maleiwa, was dead. He had no one left but Abrielle, and he would love her.

After months of struggling to provide for Abrielle, stealing bread for himself and bottles of goat’s milk for Abrielle, they made it to a beaten down refugee camp hidden on the outskirts of some sector. Adrien was greeted by a band of refugee men who swore to make him a warrior, and in the process protect Abrielle. Adrien found peace with the refugees. The men acted as his parental figures, and the camp women raised Abrielle.

When Adrien was seventeen, he had fully become what he thought a “warrior” was. He like the rest of the refugees hated the royals with all of his might. He wanted nothing to do with the rich people who were like his father. The group of warriors were constantly planning attacks on the royals of Krãsa, and failing. But that didn’t stop Adrien from following them. And one night, they set out towards the sector holding the castle. They were planning to set the palace ablaze, and ruin the core of royalty. Sure that the women would take care of Abrielle, he went out with the men on the journey.

Somehow a twelve year old, Abrielle escaped from the women. She followed her brother towards the castle and saw the murderous attack that took place at their arrival. During the bloody, fiery, battle, she saw her brother escape. Wanting to be with him, she took off running after him but she was soon captured by a castle guard. The guard took her back to the castle and she was thrown into the basement and made a servant. Now, Abrielle lives off of hope that her brother really did escape that night and that one day he’ll rescue her from the castle. You can often find her fiddling with the only symbol she has left of her family, her mother’s gold moonstone ring.

~ Abrielle Joie Beaulieu PART TWO ~



[ The Beaulieu Family]
↳Mother: Maleiwa Kalu, 45, deceased; (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
↳Father: Charles Beaulieu, 50, alive but does not claim Abrielle (see history); (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
↳Aunt: Akachi Kalu, 48, deceased; (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
↳Brother: Adrien Beaulieu, 21, he is desperate to save Abrielle from poverty; (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]






"The night I was captured, was the night I stopped living. I only exist now. I breathe. I eat. I work. I sleep. I exist." - Written in Abrielle's journal.




[Personality]

Abrielle should be a bubbly teenage girl, but she is not. Living in the castle has ripped every ounce of excitement away from this poor child. She is often mute. Not as though she can’t speak, but because she has nothing to say. She feels as though she has no purpose in life. She longs to understand why she was taken away from Adrien. She wants to know why her father made a fool out her mother. And finally, she wishes to understand her mother’s sickness and if it is hereditary. Abrielle is emotional, but you could never tell. Her guard is always up and is not easy broken. She longs to love but everyone she should love is dead or nowhere to be found. In her free time she writes in her journal. It’s the only way she can really express her feelings. Abrielle also has a beautiful singing voice, but her strong harmonic song was lost a long time ago. One day she’ll sing and feel alive again, but for now Abrielle is a sad but gorgeous young woman.

[Traits]
↳ Kind-hearted
↳ Graceful
↳ Intelligence


[Likes]
↳ Summer
↳ Roses
↳ Singing

[Dislikes]
↳ Rudeness
↳ Social Classes
↳ Storms

[Strengths]
↳ Intelligence
↳ Honesty
↳ Common Sense

[Weaknesses]
↳ Naïve
↳ Fragile
↳ Background

[Others]

- Accent; Abrielle speaks with a thick French accent, as she was born in Paris.
- Pet; Abrielle found her kitten Fleur, while in the market one day. She brought him back to the castle and claimed him for her own. (view spoiler)[
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- Journal; Abrielle is always writing in a leather bound notebook. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
- Her voice; Abrielle’s singing voice is haunting. It resembles something like this, (view spoiler)[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWttG... (hide spoiler)]

Waits for Abrielle to be approved, because I'm dying to rp right now lol.

Approved!

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Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕Rebecca Abigail Thomas
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕None

Aɢᴇ﹕17
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ﹕December 10

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕Female

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕Single
Cʀᴜsʜ﹕None

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕

Rebecca is a very quiet sort of person. She keeps to herself, and sometimes, that's better. But it's also worse. Rebecca has always been without friends, always lonely. Still, she gets by. Rebecca is very creative, and very decisive. However, she has many flaws. Rebecca often doubts herself, and struggles with that. She is perfectionistic and can often spend far too much time on a simple task. While Rebecca is an optimist, she remains down-to-earth.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕

Rebecca was born by accident. No, she was not an "illegitimate" child, but she was not planned or hoped for. Her parents, Abigail and Henry, were a maid and a guard, respectively. They met, obviously, at work. Their relationship was never all that special. Abigail and Henry liked one another, and that was that. They were married unhappily.

Rebecca came by surprise. Abigail loved her, as most mothers do, but truly hated children. In her mind, they were messy, smelly, and required too much attention. Also, it wasn't like Abigail had a loving husband who kept her centered. No, Henry was a very "hands-off" parent. Then, when Rebecca was 7, Abigail left. No warning, no note, nothing. She quit her job, packed up her small belongings, and made a run for it.

Rebecca, simply put, was a wreck. Can you imagine having your mother, who is supposed to love you unconditionally, leave you? Rebecca thought she was worthless, and that nobody wanted her. Her father, on the other hand, did nothing about it. He just watched her pain, and did nothing to respond to her about it. Rebecca learned to control herself and hide her feelings. Heavens knows she had to.

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ﹕Abigail Thomas
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ﹕Henry Thomas

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