Post by Melpomene nó Eglantine (D) on May 24, 2006 21:19:16 GMT -5
Name: Melpomene nó Eglantine
Age: 16
Race: 1/2 Tsingani,1/2 D'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Melpomene is a poem written with charcoal and cheap wine in the Night's doorstep. She is a song sung by ebony strands of hair and the sultry flush of a wild girl dancing long hours by a midnight fire. Her smokey gaze speaks of intimate whisperings on silk sheets. Melpomene is the kind of beauty that hurts to look at too long, for it is so intense. Hers is the domain of a gypsy singing the future with bells around her ankles. The perfect collage of long, slender, supple legs shaping into deep, a waist that would be encircled by two large hands, topped by two almost divinely sculpted firm breasts. Her smooth dark peach skin seems to be untouched since the day she was born. The pout of her lips, the delicate curve of her nose, the heat pooled in her night sky eyes all come together in beautiful harmony. Melpomene is the cause for a skipped heartbeat.
History:
She was concieved in the backroom of a tavern on a dirty stone floor by a D'Angeline stud and a young Tsingani woman in lust. She was born on bloody sheets of a dirty bed in a humble house in one of the poorest sections of the City of Elua. She was named Melpomene. Her mother died in childbirth. Had she had the dromonde, perhaps she would have thought twice before bedding the eager noble.
Melpomene grew up on the streets as it was wont for Tsingani children to do. Her aunt and uncle fed and clothed her, but layed down no rules. They loved her freedom, as did she. Her half-blood heritage made her a loner among the younger children, but she had a fire that inticed her older peers. She was a curiously brave child with more energy than the sun itself. When she was six years old she happened to catch the interest of the dowayne of the Eglantine house. The dowayne saw something in the child's face, a promise of great beauty. She was so taken by the promise, she had someone watch the child for one night. The man stood in the shadows and took in an amazing sight to behold. Melpomene danced ecstasy around a blazing fire, the energy simmering inside of her burst out into a frenzy of a dance he had never seen before. It's pure, animal, craze entranced him and once he told his mistress, they were certain. While she had the caste of the Jasmine house, she was a black pearl that the Eglantine house would treasure as long as she lived. The dowayne sent an offer to Melpomene's home.
Melpomene readily accepted the new adventure. She left the streets and entered the Night Court. After a good scrubing she shined like gold. Melpomene dedicating all the energy she possesed into learning everything the house could teach her. She practiced day in and day out every move, every note, every stroke of the brush. She most obviously excelled at dancing. The freshness of her energy was intigrated into her moves. She offered the Eglantine house a very different view point on what dancing really is. She poured her heart into her learning. At ten she dedicated herself into Namaah's service without any hesitation or second though.
Now just sixteen, she has grown into a wild fury of beauty with a flame so hot her skin burned with desire to live life to it's fullest. She is more than ready to begin her life as a servant of Namaah.
Age: 16
Race: 1/2 Tsingani,1/2 D'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Melpomene is a poem written with charcoal and cheap wine in the Night's doorstep. She is a song sung by ebony strands of hair and the sultry flush of a wild girl dancing long hours by a midnight fire. Her smokey gaze speaks of intimate whisperings on silk sheets. Melpomene is the kind of beauty that hurts to look at too long, for it is so intense. Hers is the domain of a gypsy singing the future with bells around her ankles. The perfect collage of long, slender, supple legs shaping into deep, a waist that would be encircled by two large hands, topped by two almost divinely sculpted firm breasts. Her smooth dark peach skin seems to be untouched since the day she was born. The pout of her lips, the delicate curve of her nose, the heat pooled in her night sky eyes all come together in beautiful harmony. Melpomene is the cause for a skipped heartbeat.
History:
She was concieved in the backroom of a tavern on a dirty stone floor by a D'Angeline stud and a young Tsingani woman in lust. She was born on bloody sheets of a dirty bed in a humble house in one of the poorest sections of the City of Elua. She was named Melpomene. Her mother died in childbirth. Had she had the dromonde, perhaps she would have thought twice before bedding the eager noble.
Melpomene grew up on the streets as it was wont for Tsingani children to do. Her aunt and uncle fed and clothed her, but layed down no rules. They loved her freedom, as did she. Her half-blood heritage made her a loner among the younger children, but she had a fire that inticed her older peers. She was a curiously brave child with more energy than the sun itself. When she was six years old she happened to catch the interest of the dowayne of the Eglantine house. The dowayne saw something in the child's face, a promise of great beauty. She was so taken by the promise, she had someone watch the child for one night. The man stood in the shadows and took in an amazing sight to behold. Melpomene danced ecstasy around a blazing fire, the energy simmering inside of her burst out into a frenzy of a dance he had never seen before. It's pure, animal, craze entranced him and once he told his mistress, they were certain. While she had the caste of the Jasmine house, she was a black pearl that the Eglantine house would treasure as long as she lived. The dowayne sent an offer to Melpomene's home.
Melpomene readily accepted the new adventure. She left the streets and entered the Night Court. After a good scrubing she shined like gold. Melpomene dedicating all the energy she possesed into learning everything the house could teach her. She practiced day in and day out every move, every note, every stroke of the brush. She most obviously excelled at dancing. The freshness of her energy was intigrated into her moves. She offered the Eglantine house a very different view point on what dancing really is. She poured her heart into her learning. At ten she dedicated herself into Namaah's service without any hesitation or second though.
Now just sixteen, she has grown into a wild fury of beauty with a flame so hot her skin burned with desire to live life to it's fullest. She is more than ready to begin her life as a servant of Namaah.