Post by charlottepage on Feb 12, 2009 18:10:52 GMT 10
[/size]`charlotte blythe page!!!
Tenacious.Charming.Adventurous
Name:Charlotte Blythe Page
Nickname(s):People called her Char and Charlie rather often, which was fine, but the one nickname she couldn’t stand was Chuck. She’d planned on making it extinct when she went off to college; unfortunately, a few friends from home who visited her halfway through her first semester killed any such hope.
Major:Drama
Age:Nineteen
Grade:Junior
Birthdate:March 23, 1989
Orientation:Heterosexual
Location:Austin, TX
`Appearance ,,
Charlotte was striking. She wasn’t one of those classic beauties with the flowing blonde hair and the perfectly formed features, but you couldn’t help but look at her twice. She was quite tall, statuesque she liked to say when brows were raised at the 5’10” female. Charlotte was slender, and had a sort of natural grace that made her seem as though she wasn’t meant to exist in the most current era. Her dark brown hair, a shade shy of black, hung in loose ringlets when tame and became a furry animal when it became angry with her.
Her eyes were deep blue and seemed to mock you mercilessly at some points and bore into your mind at others. She was supposed to wear glasses, but did so as infrequently as possible; if not for the spectacular creation of contacts, she would spend quite a bit of her time bumping into things Her skin tanned in the summer but paled rather quickly once she returned to school and was out of the sun for more than a few hours each day and blemish free, a blessing owed entirely to good genes. She had good teeth due to several tragic years of braces.
Charlotte enjoyed the fact that people liked to look at her, and would’ve worked harder to keep up her appearance if she had any skill with make-up or any taste in clothes. She wore dresses all the time and had no patience for jewelry or matching shoes. She simply couldn’t focus hard enough on anything to properly compliment her looks. So instead of ‘beautiful’, ‘sexy’, or ‘gorgeous’, she settled with striking.
Charlotte was striking. She wasn’t one of those classic beauties with the flowing blonde hair and the perfectly formed features, but you couldn’t help but look at her twice. She was quite tall, statuesque she liked to say when brows were raised at the 5’10” female. Charlotte was slender, and had a sort of natural grace that made her seem as though she wasn’t meant to exist in the most current era. Her dark brown hair, a shade shy of black, hung in loose ringlets when tame and became a furry animal when it became angry with her.
Her eyes were deep blue and seemed to mock you mercilessly at some points and bore into your mind at others. She was supposed to wear glasses, but did so as infrequently as possible; if not for the spectacular creation of contacts, she would spend quite a bit of her time bumping into things Her skin tanned in the summer but paled rather quickly once she returned to school and was out of the sun for more than a few hours each day and blemish free, a blessing owed entirely to good genes. She had good teeth due to several tragic years of braces.
Charlotte enjoyed the fact that people liked to look at her, and would’ve worked harder to keep up her appearance if she had any skill with make-up or any taste in clothes. She wore dresses all the time and had no patience for jewelry or matching shoes. She simply couldn’t focus hard enough on anything to properly compliment her looks. So instead of ‘beautiful’, ‘sexy’, or ‘gorgeous’, she settled with striking.
Best Feature: “You know, I’ve always thought that answering that sort of question was rather conceited, but I’m pretty partial to my mouth.”
Worst Feature:”As you might have noticesI am terribly tall. Let’s just call it statuesque, though, hmm?”[/size]
`Personality ,,
.Tenacious.
Charlotte was about as persistent as she could be. It took her a long time to make up her mind, but once it was decided it simply could not be altered. She never let go of her goals and would do absolutely anything to assure they were met, even if it meant sacrificing her studies, her social position, and her dignity. Her enduring determination served her well on most occasions: it got her on the career path she’d dreamed of, into the school she’d placed at the top of the list, and allowed her to cultivate her talents without losing steam. However, her unrelenting nature could certainly cause problems. When put into contact with those who were of a similar kind and whose goals conflicted with hers, the resulting clash could be somewhat catastrophic. Not to mention, if Charlotte should be wrong, unfathomable as such a thing may seem, her frustration could put her in a terrible mood for days. Then there was the issue of waking up in the morning; Charlotte’s unconscious was just as unyielding as her waking self, and buying new alarm clocks after she tossed dozens to the ground could become rather expensive.
.Charming.
There was no denying it; the girl had a way with people. She had some engaging quality which made people want to be around her, and thank goodness, for Charlotte required quite a bit of attention at times; it wasn’t that she needed everyone looking at her and hanging on her every word, but she wasn’t completely satisfied unless she had a good majority of the room. She was quite open and candid, and wanted those around her to feel comfortable. Her intuition was wide ranging, and when those close to her seemed upset, she would most always attempt to play confidante, even if the person didn’t want her comforting. She was easy enough to befriend, requiring only mild intelligence and humor. Those endowed with an above average intellect or noteworthy hilarity were the most attractive to her, especially if they had an uncommon grasp of sarcasm. As far as attraction to the opposite sex, she took a while to realize that she liked someone, and when she did, she always had a terrible time keeping her calm around them. She did the blush and look away, the stalk and avoid, and when forced near, she flirted mercilessly, completely unbeknownst to Charlotte herself.
.Adventurous.
Charlotte was big on excitement; a thrill-seeker at heart, the commonplace and everyday were never acceptable. She thrived on meeting new people and seeing new things. The unknown was extremely appealing, and Charlotte found great pleasure in pushing the envelope and testing limits—society’s and her own—whenever possible. She always seemed to make her decisions at the last minute, and never seemed to stick to a schedule properly. She was late just about everywhere she went, thrusting herself from place to place on a whim, without control or order. Trouble was never too far away from Charlotte, but she managed to charm her way out of most scrapes with only minimal injury (physical or otherwise).
.Tenacious.
Charlotte was about as persistent as she could be. It took her a long time to make up her mind, but once it was decided it simply could not be altered. She never let go of her goals and would do absolutely anything to assure they were met, even if it meant sacrificing her studies, her social position, and her dignity. Her enduring determination served her well on most occasions: it got her on the career path she’d dreamed of, into the school she’d placed at the top of the list, and allowed her to cultivate her talents without losing steam. However, her unrelenting nature could certainly cause problems. When put into contact with those who were of a similar kind and whose goals conflicted with hers, the resulting clash could be somewhat catastrophic. Not to mention, if Charlotte should be wrong, unfathomable as such a thing may seem, her frustration could put her in a terrible mood for days. Then there was the issue of waking up in the morning; Charlotte’s unconscious was just as unyielding as her waking self, and buying new alarm clocks after she tossed dozens to the ground could become rather expensive.
.Charming.
There was no denying it; the girl had a way with people. She had some engaging quality which made people want to be around her, and thank goodness, for Charlotte required quite a bit of attention at times; it wasn’t that she needed everyone looking at her and hanging on her every word, but she wasn’t completely satisfied unless she had a good majority of the room. She was quite open and candid, and wanted those around her to feel comfortable. Her intuition was wide ranging, and when those close to her seemed upset, she would most always attempt to play confidante, even if the person didn’t want her comforting. She was easy enough to befriend, requiring only mild intelligence and humor. Those endowed with an above average intellect or noteworthy hilarity were the most attractive to her, especially if they had an uncommon grasp of sarcasm. As far as attraction to the opposite sex, she took a while to realize that she liked someone, and when she did, she always had a terrible time keeping her calm around them. She did the blush and look away, the stalk and avoid, and when forced near, she flirted mercilessly, completely unbeknownst to Charlotte herself.
.Adventurous.
Charlotte was big on excitement; a thrill-seeker at heart, the commonplace and everyday were never acceptable. She thrived on meeting new people and seeing new things. The unknown was extremely appealing, and Charlotte found great pleasure in pushing the envelope and testing limits—society’s and her own—whenever possible. She always seemed to make her decisions at the last minute, and never seemed to stick to a schedule properly. She was late just about everywhere she went, thrusting herself from place to place on a whim, without control or order. Trouble was never too far away from Charlotte, but she managed to charm her way out of most scrapes with only minimal injury (physical or otherwise).
Likes:
.Innovative ideas
.Travel
.Acting
.Singing
.Dancing
.Passionate People
.Stimulating Discussions
.The smell of cinammon
.Classic Films
.Artists of any sort
.Soup
.Watching people do things they love
.Guys who blushed
.Dimples
.Vanilla
.Chinese food
.Rum
.The opposite sex
.French
.Classic novels with tragic endings
.Philosophy
.Those with slightly too much confidence
.Sunny days with a light breeze
.The sound of birds
.Speaking in other dialects
.Thunderstorms
.Breaking rules…as long as she didn’t get in trouble
.Having others dress her
.Berries of any kind
.Dreaming
.Calculus
.Working-out (with one exception)
.Being the center of attention
.Sarcasm
.Laughing, funny people, people thinking she funny…humor in general
Dislikes:
.Intentionally obnoxious people
.Seattle’s unrelenting drizzle
.Those who assume she must have a southern accent
.Science
.Trigonometry
.Those who assume she must be conservative, even though she’s from the “island of blue in the sea of red”
.Those who assume anything based on the state she came from
.People who mock those they perceive to be weaker
.The assumption that disagreements must be arguments
.Crying in front of others
.Losing things
.Running
.Being the worst at things
.Having decisions made for her
.The sound of gum being chewed
.Shopping
.People who don’t think for themselves
.Being proven wrong
.Being ignored
.Early mornings
.People laughing at rather than with her
.Money
.Cake
.Cheese
.False people
Positive Traits:
Affectionate. Charlotte enjoyed the company of others and was generally quite sweet. Public displays of affection were no foreign matter to the girl, and she could be known to hug those she’d only recently met.
Thoughtful. She was extremely concerned with the welfare of others. She was constantly attempting to insure that no one got hurt, and even her worst actions were well-intended
Open. No matter was a closed matter. She didn’t feel any embarrassment at telling things about herself, and rarely kept secrets from those around her. Sometimes she gave too much information, but at least she wasn’t shy.
Clever. She was quite intelligent and very capable of making connections. Much of what escaped her lips was a witty comment.
Forgiving. Charlotte was completely incapable of holding a grudge. She rarely stayed mad at someone for more than a day, and she was difficult to anger in the first place. She simply didn’t feel that people were doing things to her. On the rare occasions when her anger did not subside quickly, the cause was undoubtedly an affront by someone she trusted to the extreme.
Negative Traits:
Controlling. Charlotte wanted the best for everyone, but often made the incorrect assumption that she knew what the best thing for others was. If not put in check, she would often force the hands of others. For all her good intentions, she could be terribly annoying.
Lateness. Charlotte arrived late everywhere, especially in the morning hours. Promptness was never her strong suit, and her teachers, directors, and friends found it terribly obnoxious.
Need for Attention. Her obsession with being in the spotlight could sometimes get out of hand, and people finding her annoying for this reason was by no means unheard of.
Flirtation. She really had absolutely no idea how to flirt, but somehow seemed to do so unconsciously whenever she was around a male. It could often become quite embarrassing, specifically when someone commented on it.
Greatest Ambition: The thing Charlotte wanted most of all was to create or perform art which could alter the world and to which others could relate.
Greatest Fear: That those she loved would abandon her completely.[/size]
`History ,,
Gwyn Page was something of a free-spirit. After growing up in a miniscule town in Texas, she escaped to Austin to attend UT. She thrived on the hippy-like society she found in the city, and ended up dropping out of school to become the lead singer of a band called the Toking Sweethearts. The band failed rather quickly, and Gwyn was left quite penniless and with few job prospects. She found a job at a local coffee shop, waitressing during the day and performing there at night. A couple months after she started working there, she fell in love with one of the regulars, a UT architecture student named Eric Walsh.
Everything seemed to be going well; she and Eric dated for a while, he graduated and got a few jobs around town, and they were engaged within two years. The pair were unnaturally happy, and matters only seemed to get better when they found out Gwyn was pregnant. They moved the wedding up a month, from April 20th to March 20th, and sent out invitations to friends and family, the sort of invitations people put in delicate little frames. It was all absolutely perfect. That is, until Gwyn felt herself being trapped into a life she’d neither planned nor wanted.
She broke the engagement with Eric and left her job at the coffee shop, wanting to destroy all reminders of the life she’d almost been forced into. She got an apartment on the opposite side of town from her old one, and started working in a bookstore nearby. Exactly three days after the potential wedding date, she gave birth to a baby girl: Charlotte.
Gwyn tried to be a good mother, but she was easily overwhelmed and Charlotte often found herself handed off to friends and attending an inordinate amount of play dates. She was a high-spirited girl and a quick learner, and made friends easily. Her mother adored her absolutely, and did everything she could for the girl, but the child’s enduring enthusiasm could become quite daunting, and she began searching for something, anything to get Charlotte out of the house.
The summer before Charlotte went into second, Gwyn found a summer camp at a local youth theater program which seemed like a promising location for the girl to expend her seemingly boundless energy. After her first day, Charlotte returned home in absolute wonder, “Mommy,” she said, halfway swooning, “I’m going to be an actress.” Her mother smiled and nodded, having little idea what she’d just gotten herself into.
After that, almost half of the family income went into acting, singing, and dancing classes for Charlotte. She was completely hooked on performing, and spent little time doing anything else. She was actually rather good for a child, and got a couple of parts in community theatre plays when children were needed. Gwyn took her everywhere she needed to go, finally taking on the mom role and the pride that came with it.
Charlotte did well all through primary school, and then went through an awkward stage in her middle school years. She was having a particularly hard time with one boy she was in a show with when she was in the eighth grade. They were doing Guys and Dolls at the kids theatre company, and Charlotte was cast to play Sarah Brown, the innocent missionary who becomes corrupted by Sky Masterson. Unfortunately for Charlotte, her corruptor—who she’d have to kiss, bleh!—was a truly evil boy a year her junior, Andy Caulfield. The kid was simply horrible, and continuously referred to her as ‘Chuck’ her least favorite nickname, and only when he wasn’t calling her ‘Brace-face’. The problem got so out of hand that the director requested that their parents meet and see what they could do.
When Gwyn Page met David Caulfield, it was love at first sight. She was a single mother, he a single father, and this fact—along with an undeniable mutual attraction—brought the two together. Instead of solving the problem between their kids, they made a date for the following evening during the children’s rehearsal. Within six months they were engaged, within eight they bought a house together, within ten they were married, and within the year there was another baby on the way.
By the time a year had past, Charlotte and Andy had resolved their issues and fell into a comfortable state of indifference. Charlotte, now out of her awkward stage and on into high school, got into the Performing Arts High School in the city. Andy, thankfully, gained an interest in sports and did not follow a year later. On December 19th, 2003, Aimee Page-Caulfield entered the scene.
The child really was the uniting factor in the somewhat mismatched family. She really was just the most beautiful, wonderful, intelligent, sweet little baby in the entire world. Charlotte was in love with the divine little creature, though she did somewhat miss her old relationship with her mother. Much as she cared for the girl, however, she was not one for diapers or blended peas, and certainly not a fan of the lack of attention she got at home, and ended up spending extensive time at the school theatre program.
She was rather tall for her age, and ended up playing the mother-like role more than once, though she really got to shine when the school did a musical twice a year. In four out of the eight musicals she did at school, she played the lead five times. Any doubt she’d had about pursuing a life of theatre was wiped away after high school. Charlotte applied to three schools: NYU, Juilliard, and WUoA. Applying at so few schools probably wasn’t the brightest thing she’d ever done, but it paid off well enough; Charlotte got accepted to both NYU and WUoA, and ended up going to Washington because David had family there.
Charlotte was absolutely in love with college. She was able to escape most, if not all, of the things she’d hated about high school, and adapted rather well to college life. Though she missed being the ‘Big Fish’, she made several close friends and at least slightly lowered her need for constant attention. She did go slightly wild with all the freedom afforded her, and certainly made some bad decisions, but everything leveled off by sophomore year. Life was going well.
Gwyn Page was something of a free-spirit. After growing up in a miniscule town in Texas, she escaped to Austin to attend UT. She thrived on the hippy-like society she found in the city, and ended up dropping out of school to become the lead singer of a band called the Toking Sweethearts. The band failed rather quickly, and Gwyn was left quite penniless and with few job prospects. She found a job at a local coffee shop, waitressing during the day and performing there at night. A couple months after she started working there, she fell in love with one of the regulars, a UT architecture student named Eric Walsh.
Everything seemed to be going well; she and Eric dated for a while, he graduated and got a few jobs around town, and they were engaged within two years. The pair were unnaturally happy, and matters only seemed to get better when they found out Gwyn was pregnant. They moved the wedding up a month, from April 20th to March 20th, and sent out invitations to friends and family, the sort of invitations people put in delicate little frames. It was all absolutely perfect. That is, until Gwyn felt herself being trapped into a life she’d neither planned nor wanted.
She broke the engagement with Eric and left her job at the coffee shop, wanting to destroy all reminders of the life she’d almost been forced into. She got an apartment on the opposite side of town from her old one, and started working in a bookstore nearby. Exactly three days after the potential wedding date, she gave birth to a baby girl: Charlotte.
Gwyn tried to be a good mother, but she was easily overwhelmed and Charlotte often found herself handed off to friends and attending an inordinate amount of play dates. She was a high-spirited girl and a quick learner, and made friends easily. Her mother adored her absolutely, and did everything she could for the girl, but the child’s enduring enthusiasm could become quite daunting, and she began searching for something, anything to get Charlotte out of the house.
The summer before Charlotte went into second, Gwyn found a summer camp at a local youth theater program which seemed like a promising location for the girl to expend her seemingly boundless energy. After her first day, Charlotte returned home in absolute wonder, “Mommy,” she said, halfway swooning, “I’m going to be an actress.” Her mother smiled and nodded, having little idea what she’d just gotten herself into.
After that, almost half of the family income went into acting, singing, and dancing classes for Charlotte. She was completely hooked on performing, and spent little time doing anything else. She was actually rather good for a child, and got a couple of parts in community theatre plays when children were needed. Gwyn took her everywhere she needed to go, finally taking on the mom role and the pride that came with it.
Charlotte did well all through primary school, and then went through an awkward stage in her middle school years. She was having a particularly hard time with one boy she was in a show with when she was in the eighth grade. They were doing Guys and Dolls at the kids theatre company, and Charlotte was cast to play Sarah Brown, the innocent missionary who becomes corrupted by Sky Masterson. Unfortunately for Charlotte, her corruptor—who she’d have to kiss, bleh!—was a truly evil boy a year her junior, Andy Caulfield. The kid was simply horrible, and continuously referred to her as ‘Chuck’ her least favorite nickname, and only when he wasn’t calling her ‘Brace-face’. The problem got so out of hand that the director requested that their parents meet and see what they could do.
When Gwyn Page met David Caulfield, it was love at first sight. She was a single mother, he a single father, and this fact—along with an undeniable mutual attraction—brought the two together. Instead of solving the problem between their kids, they made a date for the following evening during the children’s rehearsal. Within six months they were engaged, within eight they bought a house together, within ten they were married, and within the year there was another baby on the way.
By the time a year had past, Charlotte and Andy had resolved their issues and fell into a comfortable state of indifference. Charlotte, now out of her awkward stage and on into high school, got into the Performing Arts High School in the city. Andy, thankfully, gained an interest in sports and did not follow a year later. On December 19th, 2003, Aimee Page-Caulfield entered the scene.
The child really was the uniting factor in the somewhat mismatched family. She really was just the most beautiful, wonderful, intelligent, sweet little baby in the entire world. Charlotte was in love with the divine little creature, though she did somewhat miss her old relationship with her mother. Much as she cared for the girl, however, she was not one for diapers or blended peas, and certainly not a fan of the lack of attention she got at home, and ended up spending extensive time at the school theatre program.
She was rather tall for her age, and ended up playing the mother-like role more than once, though she really got to shine when the school did a musical twice a year. In four out of the eight musicals she did at school, she played the lead five times. Any doubt she’d had about pursuing a life of theatre was wiped away after high school. Charlotte applied to three schools: NYU, Juilliard, and WUoA. Applying at so few schools probably wasn’t the brightest thing she’d ever done, but it paid off well enough; Charlotte got accepted to both NYU and WUoA, and ended up going to Washington because David had family there.
Charlotte was absolutely in love with college. She was able to escape most, if not all, of the things she’d hated about high school, and adapted rather well to college life. Though she missed being the ‘Big Fish’, she made several close friends and at least slightly lowered her need for constant attention. She did go slightly wild with all the freedom afforded her, and certainly made some bad decisions, but everything leveled off by sophomore year. Life was going well.
Best Memory: “Oh, it was fantastic. See, I was on stage in Anything Goes, and I was playing Reno. Well, the kid playing Billy completely forgets his line. We’re about to sing ‘You’re the Top’ and Nick is completely lost! I know this isn’t sounding like such a great memory, but it really is. You gotta wait. Okay, so there we are: I’m sitting on this table, waiting for him to go, and there he is, staring at me with this blank look! Well, I’m trying to stay in character, so I start making crap up, you know? I start making up all this stuff about this one thirties woman I read about when I was researching for the role, acting like I’m gossiping about another star. I don’t remember how it all fit in, but it did. Anyway, Nick finally gets the line in his head, and we just go on, no problem. He thanked me like crazy when we got offstage, and the director and the rest of the cast really liked it. I don’t know why, but I really knew then: This is what I’m going to do. This is my life.”
Worst Memory: “I actually really hate talking about this. It’s probably the most horrible thing that’s ever happened to me. When I was in high school, the summer between junior and senior year, I had this boyfriend, Jake Andrews. He was nineteen and went to St. Edwards, a college in Austin. I’d done a play with him at this one theater, and we were intensely into each other. Or, I thought we were. Well…we’d…uh…Why is this so awkward to say? We’d had sex, okay? Well, we were dating and everything, officially. And…God, he was gorgeous, and he was majoring in philosophy, and he thought on this level I rarely found in others. So I’m doing this summer stock show, I’m the dancer for the ballet part of Carousel. I was supposed to be at rehearsal pretty late one night, but I said I’d drive over to his apartment later and we’d go see a movie or something. Well, we got out early because the director said we could use the break, so I drove over there at around eight instead of eleven, after stopping for dinner with some of my cast mates. I go inside—Jake never locked his door, the idiot—and there he is on the couch with the fucking director. I could have died, but instead I just through my shoes at him. You know, I’m mad just talking about him…asshole…”
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`Writing Skill ,,
Relaxed. For once, Miora was actually relaxed. The waters surrounding her felt soft and cool, engulfing her in a way that felt protective, almost consciously caring. She rose from the water once more, breathing deeply. Her dark hair was plastered to her face, blocking her vision in a way that would have normally put her immediately on edge. She drew in another breath of the fresh morning air, and plunged herself back underwater and into her own, personal paradise.
As the girl forced her body further and further toward the bottom of the lake, she found herself unable to see the world around her. At last, her hands grasped at the rocks that covered the lakebed. Her legs wanted to float back to the surface, but Miora disagreed and gripped at the rocks below her to keep herself there.
Blowing out her last supplies of oxygen, Miora awaited the dizzy feeling that such a lack of breath gave her.. When shadows began to drift to the corners of her eyes and the pounding in her chest became something she could no longer handle, she pushed of the ground with both feet, straining to reach the light that meant air. At last she broke from the water, gasping in oxygen to her lungs content.
She turned over onto her back, floating so that just her nose and mouth were above water. The young lady relaxed her body completely, releasing her arms and legs. The small ripples of the water raised and lowered her slowly. Miora sighed with satisfaction and a smile found its way to her lips.
So tranquil was she, in fact, that she didn’t even hear the shouts of her name, or the screams over a drowning Lady of the Court. She did not notice any of this at all, not until it was directly over head.
“Lady Miora!” bellowed someone.
Miora’s dark cobalt eyes opened wide and her arms began whirling in surprise at the meaty face above her. She cried out in shock, and in effect gulped down enough water to make her sick.. Two large arms encircle her waist and pulled her upward. She was held like one of the servant girls little dolls and dragged coughing to the water’s edge. The man laid her down on the grass and several people gaped over her in shock.
“She was drownin’ M’Ladies and gents! She was drownin’ in tha’ watuh! I pulled ‘er out! Wha’ do we do now?” the same man said, gesturing wildly.
Miora continued to cough, spitting out as much water as she could. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and heard many gasps from the circle of worried faces. She rolled onto one side, and slowly got herself into a sitting position.
She rubbed her mouth on her sleeve, though of course that was soaked as well, and scowled up at the group that had formed around her. “I was just fine until you all showed up,” she growled angrily, though it came out sputtered and weak, “Now, would anyone care to help me up?”
At least ten bodies bent down and grabbed her, each trying to bring her up gently, but causing her to be further bumped around as she slowly got herself to a standing position. The many pairs of eyes gazed at her, each with an awkward expression on their ever posh faces.
“Yes?” Miora asked, irritated far past being polite.
“Erm… Milady, you might want to take this,” one of the men surrounding her said, handing his coat jacket and looking away. Miora looked down at herself and found that she did in fact want to take the jacket. Her under dress was white and thin, was now quite transparent. She pulled the jacket on, her mind now fighting between aggravation and complete mortification as she began the hike back up to the castle.
Half an hour later, Miora could be found in her living quarters, laid out on her chaise lounge, willing herself to dry before her mother arrived.
“MIORA LISETTE ALEXANDRINE ANNETTE DARCIE!” she heard, and moaned, her hopes dashed to the rocks. The sharp, well dressed form entered the room, the look on her face one of absolute murder.
“Mother?” Miora choked out, sitting up.
“Miora, I have no idea what you were thinking. You have behaved like an absolute horror, and a complete embarrassment,” she said in that terribly calm way that made Miora feel worse than if she’d shouted obscenities at her for an hour.
She leaned out the door and waved her hand sharply, and Miora heard several pairs of feet shuffle through the hallway. Her dressing ladies entered, each running to a different drawer to prepare.
“I’m afraid your little adventure has cut our preparation time horribly short, and we will not be able to bathe you, as regrettable as that clearly is.” Her mother continued with clear distain. She snapped her fingers, and three of Miora’s younger ladies raced over and pulled her up from her resting place.
They stripped her of her wet garment and began scrubbing at her vigorously. Once she was raw and dry, two other girls came over and pulled garments repeatedly over her head.
“Your Ladyship,” one of them said at one point when Miora was beginning to feel severely weighted down, “I’m afraid Carletta is not here to tie the corset. She’s sick with the-”
Her mother scowled and walked to Miora, “ Really, now? Well, would one of you go inform that sniffling child that she is to pack up her things and leave the castle immediately? I suppose I will have to do this.”
Miora winced as the whale-bone contraption tightened around her waist, far tighter than dear little Carletta had ever done. As her mother tightened, the ladies spoke in whispers, though not quite enough to keep Miora from hearing.
“Did you hear she nearly drowned?”
“I did! Do you think it’s made her sick?”
“She does look pale”
“She’s always pale”
“It’s so strange that someone who spends such time outside would be so lightly colored”
“Ivory! That’s the word”
“Yes, ivory”
“She does have quite a lovely complexion”
“She’s so young”
“Such a beautiful face. Her cheekbones are so high”
“But soft. She has a very soft looking face”
“Quite pretty. It’s a shame she’s so badly behaved”
Miora glared at them and they fell silent. “Look...Mother,” Miora said, though with great trouble, “I’m sorry about this morning. I simply….needed a break.”
“Miora, your father may find your little escapades charming and endearing, but I certainly don’t. you best hope this morning hasn’t given you a cold, because regardless of any illness, you will be attending you Uncle’s ball,” her mother snarled, pulling the strings tighter and tighter.
“Would you…stop this…before my waist is the size of…a coin?!?”
Her mother sighed, “Tie it off Allena.”
The nag left the room, to Miora’s great relief. Her dress was laid out before her, and Miora stepped in. The skirt was tied, her three pound necklace clasped shut, her hair pinned up with the terribly important diamond pins, and Miora was sent off to the ball.
They arrived elegantly, entering the hall in a lovely little train. Miora, in an attempt to appease her mother, smiled sweetly and spoke so kindly that even her etiquette tutor would be proud. Her one hope for the evening was that no one had heard of the morning’s events.
She passed a group of older women, and they immediately began discussing her, as those who no longer have anything to live for but gossip tend to do.
“Oh look! It’s the King’s neice!”
“Ah yes, Lady Miora”
“Have you met her?”
“She’s quite amusing”
“A charm”
“A dear”
“A lovely dancer”
“And would you believe she nearly died this morning?”
[/size][/center]Relaxed. For once, Miora was actually relaxed. The waters surrounding her felt soft and cool, engulfing her in a way that felt protective, almost consciously caring. She rose from the water once more, breathing deeply. Her dark hair was plastered to her face, blocking her vision in a way that would have normally put her immediately on edge. She drew in another breath of the fresh morning air, and plunged herself back underwater and into her own, personal paradise.
As the girl forced her body further and further toward the bottom of the lake, she found herself unable to see the world around her. At last, her hands grasped at the rocks that covered the lakebed. Her legs wanted to float back to the surface, but Miora disagreed and gripped at the rocks below her to keep herself there.
Blowing out her last supplies of oxygen, Miora awaited the dizzy feeling that such a lack of breath gave her.. When shadows began to drift to the corners of her eyes and the pounding in her chest became something she could no longer handle, she pushed of the ground with both feet, straining to reach the light that meant air. At last she broke from the water, gasping in oxygen to her lungs content.
She turned over onto her back, floating so that just her nose and mouth were above water. The young lady relaxed her body completely, releasing her arms and legs. The small ripples of the water raised and lowered her slowly. Miora sighed with satisfaction and a smile found its way to her lips.
So tranquil was she, in fact, that she didn’t even hear the shouts of her name, or the screams over a drowning Lady of the Court. She did not notice any of this at all, not until it was directly over head.
“Lady Miora!” bellowed someone.
Miora’s dark cobalt eyes opened wide and her arms began whirling in surprise at the meaty face above her. She cried out in shock, and in effect gulped down enough water to make her sick.. Two large arms encircle her waist and pulled her upward. She was held like one of the servant girls little dolls and dragged coughing to the water’s edge. The man laid her down on the grass and several people gaped over her in shock.
“She was drownin’ M’Ladies and gents! She was drownin’ in tha’ watuh! I pulled ‘er out! Wha’ do we do now?” the same man said, gesturing wildly.
Miora continued to cough, spitting out as much water as she could. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and heard many gasps from the circle of worried faces. She rolled onto one side, and slowly got herself into a sitting position.
She rubbed her mouth on her sleeve, though of course that was soaked as well, and scowled up at the group that had formed around her. “I was just fine until you all showed up,” she growled angrily, though it came out sputtered and weak, “Now, would anyone care to help me up?”
At least ten bodies bent down and grabbed her, each trying to bring her up gently, but causing her to be further bumped around as she slowly got herself to a standing position. The many pairs of eyes gazed at her, each with an awkward expression on their ever posh faces.
“Yes?” Miora asked, irritated far past being polite.
“Erm… Milady, you might want to take this,” one of the men surrounding her said, handing his coat jacket and looking away. Miora looked down at herself and found that she did in fact want to take the jacket. Her under dress was white and thin, was now quite transparent. She pulled the jacket on, her mind now fighting between aggravation and complete mortification as she began the hike back up to the castle.
Half an hour later, Miora could be found in her living quarters, laid out on her chaise lounge, willing herself to dry before her mother arrived.
“MIORA LISETTE ALEXANDRINE ANNETTE DARCIE!” she heard, and moaned, her hopes dashed to the rocks. The sharp, well dressed form entered the room, the look on her face one of absolute murder.
“Mother?” Miora choked out, sitting up.
“Miora, I have no idea what you were thinking. You have behaved like an absolute horror, and a complete embarrassment,” she said in that terribly calm way that made Miora feel worse than if she’d shouted obscenities at her for an hour.
She leaned out the door and waved her hand sharply, and Miora heard several pairs of feet shuffle through the hallway. Her dressing ladies entered, each running to a different drawer to prepare.
“I’m afraid your little adventure has cut our preparation time horribly short, and we will not be able to bathe you, as regrettable as that clearly is.” Her mother continued with clear distain. She snapped her fingers, and three of Miora’s younger ladies raced over and pulled her up from her resting place.
They stripped her of her wet garment and began scrubbing at her vigorously. Once she was raw and dry, two other girls came over and pulled garments repeatedly over her head.
“Your Ladyship,” one of them said at one point when Miora was beginning to feel severely weighted down, “I’m afraid Carletta is not here to tie the corset. She’s sick with the-”
Her mother scowled and walked to Miora, “ Really, now? Well, would one of you go inform that sniffling child that she is to pack up her things and leave the castle immediately? I suppose I will have to do this.”
Miora winced as the whale-bone contraption tightened around her waist, far tighter than dear little Carletta had ever done. As her mother tightened, the ladies spoke in whispers, though not quite enough to keep Miora from hearing.
“Did you hear she nearly drowned?”
“I did! Do you think it’s made her sick?”
“She does look pale”
“She’s always pale”
“It’s so strange that someone who spends such time outside would be so lightly colored”
“Ivory! That’s the word”
“Yes, ivory”
“She does have quite a lovely complexion”
“She’s so young”
“Such a beautiful face. Her cheekbones are so high”
“But soft. She has a very soft looking face”
“Quite pretty. It’s a shame she’s so badly behaved”
Miora glared at them and they fell silent. “Look...Mother,” Miora said, though with great trouble, “I’m sorry about this morning. I simply….needed a break.”
“Miora, your father may find your little escapades charming and endearing, but I certainly don’t. you best hope this morning hasn’t given you a cold, because regardless of any illness, you will be attending you Uncle’s ball,” her mother snarled, pulling the strings tighter and tighter.
“Would you…stop this…before my waist is the size of…a coin?!?”
Her mother sighed, “Tie it off Allena.”
The nag left the room, to Miora’s great relief. Her dress was laid out before her, and Miora stepped in. The skirt was tied, her three pound necklace clasped shut, her hair pinned up with the terribly important diamond pins, and Miora was sent off to the ball.
They arrived elegantly, entering the hall in a lovely little train. Miora, in an attempt to appease her mother, smiled sweetly and spoke so kindly that even her etiquette tutor would be proud. Her one hope for the evening was that no one had heard of the morning’s events.
She passed a group of older women, and they immediately began discussing her, as those who no longer have anything to live for but gossip tend to do.
“Oh look! It’s the King’s neice!”
“Ah yes, Lady Miora”
“Have you met her?”
“She’s quite amusing”
“A charm”
“A dear”
“A lovely dancer”
“And would you believe she nearly died this morning?”
`Behind The Character ,,
Name:Kahla
Age:Seventeen
Role-playing experience:Since I was nine, but with breaks on several occasions
How you found us:Neopets.
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