Post by princessofmonaco on Jun 12, 2011 20:22:47 GMT -5
!C H A R L O T T E - C A N E L L A¡
° N-ame || Charlotte Felicite Emilie Grace Canella
° A-liases || She does tend to be referred to as 'Princess' much to her chagrin.
° A-ge || 20
° G-ender || Very much female
° F-amily || The only child of a well off but not quite aristocratic family.
° S-ight || No, she is too thoroughly planted in reality for anything of the sort.
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° E-ye color || An odd cross between brown and blue
° H-air color || Dark gold
° H-eight || Five feet and one inch
° W-eight || 115-ish pounds
° S-kin tone || Fair but prone to a light tan in the summer
° D-efining features || A small heart shaped mole on her chest.
° A-dditional features || Charlotte is quite the petite creature at a mere five foot one. Despite this meager height and ballerina-build, she does have some muscle and curves {which she tries her best to hide via conservative clothing choices}. Her hair is quite long, nearly all the way down her back and she is rarely without her glasses. In fact, without them, she is nearly blind. If one catches her hair out of it's trademark stuffy braid, it is a rare day indeed.
As mentioned, clothing-wise she is quite conservative. Long sleeved blouses and knee-length skirts are practically her uniform. Her girly-ness also manifests itself in her love of ribbons {one of which is always in her hair} and her utter adoration of pink. Her most treasured item of clothing is her rose colored, sailor collared coat with the family crest embroidered on its sleeve which she tends to wear instead of the unflattering military uniform. She also tends to wear gloves.
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° J-ob || Military
° R-ank || Wandering Secretary/ Financial Adviser
° R-eason for current profession || The retirement check...and the fact that it was a good way to escape an arranged marriage. Why the secretary bit? The military didn't want a women on the front lines.
° H-ome town || Wherever her job takes her
° B-irth town || Cheelur
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° P-ersonality ||
"If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you" is a prefect snapshot of her mindset. Always dazzlingly polite except in the rare case in which she is in utter loathing of someone, Miss Charlotte is the perfect picture of good manners. She may come off as emotionally cold but rude? Absolutely not.
Where does her occasionally frosty demeanor stem from, you ask? Parenting, of course. From a very young age, she was discouraged from expressing emotion in public or ever, really. There is nothing so embarrassing to parents as a crying, whining child and, when never hit, she was lectured til her parents were blue in the face about the shame of embarrassing outbursts. Very quickly, she had learned to form a mask. Of course, this facade had become handy when she discovered a love of card games.
Despite all this, she enjoys being around people and, in her own way, is friendly. That strange person that just arrived in town? You bet that she will be the first person to talk to them. Charlotte is, in all actuality, quite kind and once she deems someone special to her, she will do anything to protect them.
Miss Canella's chief sin? Pride. If you insult her pride, she takes it very personally. She will never turn down a bet simply for this. She is also of the school of knowing very well that she is quite nice to look at but flushes terribly when others agree.
In fact, despite her best efforts, Charlotte becomes flustered easily, especially in matters of the heart. Although thoroughly convinced she will die alone, when love is discussed, she becomes quite nervous and incredibly shy. In regards to affection, she is incredibly innocent.
In fact, due to her sheltered upbringing, if someone tells an inappropriate joke, chances are that she will not understand it.
And yes, she does have a bit of an anxiety problem.
° L-ikes ||
• Dance
• Fine clothing/ food/ decor
• Travel/ adventure
• Gambling
• Pink. She cannot help her attraction to the color.
° D-islikes ||
• Being told what to do {a little unexpected for someone in the military}
• Having her hair messed with
• Being talked to condescendingly
• Being made vulnerable
• Ugly things
° F-ears ||
• Thunderstorms, even to the point of starting to cry and trying to hide when one starts up
• Loss, be it of wealth or a death.
• Poverty
° L-esser known facts ||
• She is in all actuality, quite the softie in regards to animals.
• Charlotte refuses to eat things if they are presented in an unattractive way.
• She is very much a lightweight in regards to alcohol.
° G-oals ||
• Live on her own terms eventually
• Accumulate a small fortune on her own
• Having no one die on her
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° H-istory ||
Once upon a time, a fairly spoiled girl was born in Cheelur to two very well off parents who indulged her every whim as long as she did not dare embarrass them in public with unslightly things such as being a ruffian or, heaven forbid, crying in public. Charlotte was very for a minute in want of anything but perhaps affection. Instead of whining about never being hugged enough, Charlotte perhaps took advantage of her parents spoiling her through fine clothing and the nicest toys.
All that special treatment had a price however. Upon reaching the age of fifteen, her parents began 'encouraging' her to make friends with the sons of important military officials in order to gain their family special favors. Very quickly Charlotte caught on and raised a protest to this. Instead of caving like they usually did to their daughter's whims, her parents dropped a figurative bomb on her. They were going to marry her off within the very year. Having none of that, she did what any reasonable young woman would do; run away and join the military.
The other option was a life of piracy but that did not sound nearly cushy enough for the young woman. Of course, gaining respect was something that was an incredibly large task for Charlotte. Being quite young, a girl and a smidge of a brat? She had many strikes against her. However, once the military discovered her uncanny ability to command numbers, the task became easier and easier by the day.
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° R-oleplay example || -taken from the Zodiac School-
Lesson of the Day: 'If you act like you have authority, no one will question your actions, no matter how seemingly bizarre they are.' Case in point? Taking her lunch out of the cafeteria where it clearly belonged and marching outside to eat it right on the bridge that, as the resident Dames Blanches, Charlotte claimed as her own.
Swinging her legs off the rails where she was sitting, she yawned, covering her mouth with a hand. Luxiouriantly stretching herself out on the bridge, she contemplated falling asleep right then and there. Then again, dozing off outside in a public-ish place was rarely a good idea. If it was a nice cave, Charlotte wouldn't question taking a doze but, well..bridges and caves aren't interchangeable with how casual one could act in them.
The girl settled for performing more of her duties as the creature she was; to lure attention to herself and the bridge in what is always a win/win situation for her: if passer-bys are respectful, she gets a dance partner, if they are not, she gets to throw them off the bridge and into thistle where she could get her goblins to torment them. Keeping that in mind, she removed her glasses {they were unnecessary when she was outdoors anyway} and began a dance.
The twirling and swaying of her yet unnamed dance near spirited Charlotte away. Away from the confines of the school, away from the dreadfully hellish excuse for weather in England and to a much more pleasant surrounding. A place where it was warm. A place surrounded in gentle sunlight.. a place like home, as stereotypical as it seems.
The pace of her dance changed to something a little less pleasant as she recalled the fear her parents had of her and the contempt of her former classmates and school officials at the creature she was. All of this contempt was unnecessary and, how embarrassing it was to admit, hurtful. Charlotte was a creature of the light; generally a helpful sort of thing, playing with luck ..and occasionally causing well-deserved harm. Nothing to be held in such disdain.
Her movement came to an elegant stop upon observing that, well, she was being observed. Neatening her skirts and straightening her hair, she beheld her audience of one. Of course, it was good that she had managed to lure someone to the bridge; it was her duty, after all. However, she did hope she didn't make too much of a spectacle of herself.
"Care to cross?" Charlotte asked with her usual calm, poker-faced demeanor to the first person she saw that seemed to be able to hold himself to the same standard, elegance wise, as she held herself. "I'm afraid there is a fare."
Swinging her legs off the rails where she was sitting, she yawned, covering her mouth with a hand. Luxiouriantly stretching herself out on the bridge, she contemplated falling asleep right then and there. Then again, dozing off outside in a public-ish place was rarely a good idea. If it was a nice cave, Charlotte wouldn't question taking a doze but, well..bridges and caves aren't interchangeable with how casual one could act in them.
The girl settled for performing more of her duties as the creature she was; to lure attention to herself and the bridge in what is always a win/win situation for her: if passer-bys are respectful, she gets a dance partner, if they are not, she gets to throw them off the bridge and into thistle where she could get her goblins to torment them. Keeping that in mind, she removed her glasses {they were unnecessary when she was outdoors anyway} and began a dance.
The twirling and swaying of her yet unnamed dance near spirited Charlotte away. Away from the confines of the school, away from the dreadfully hellish excuse for weather in England and to a much more pleasant surrounding. A place where it was warm. A place surrounded in gentle sunlight.. a place like home, as stereotypical as it seems.
The pace of her dance changed to something a little less pleasant as she recalled the fear her parents had of her and the contempt of her former classmates and school officials at the creature she was. All of this contempt was unnecessary and, how embarrassing it was to admit, hurtful. Charlotte was a creature of the light; generally a helpful sort of thing, playing with luck ..and occasionally causing well-deserved harm. Nothing to be held in such disdain.
Her movement came to an elegant stop upon observing that, well, she was being observed. Neatening her skirts and straightening her hair, she beheld her audience of one. Of course, it was good that she had managed to lure someone to the bridge; it was her duty, after all. However, she did hope she didn't make too much of a spectacle of herself.
"Care to cross?" Charlotte asked with her usual calm, poker-faced demeanor to the first person she saw that seemed to be able to hold himself to the same standard, elegance wise, as she held herself. "I'm afraid there is a fare."
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° U-sername || princessofmonaco || Raivis Galante
° A-ge || 6 days from 20
° T-ime zone || EST
°W-hat is the secret word from the Rules? || Buttercups