Post by Sécilie nó Camellia(D) on Feb 27, 2006 23:58:00 GMT -5
Name: Sécilie nó Camellia
Age: 20
Height: Five foot seven and three quarter inches.
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Night seems to awaken simply within the view of Sécilie’s image. Thick jet hair falls gently onto her shoulders, caressing the sides of her face, waiting for a hand to stroke its fullness. Dark, defined eyebrows arch beautifully over a pair of deep, prominent eyes. Her eyes, like pools of dark water, seem to reflect the viewer as if to question their perfection. They reach into the soul, grasping it, and paralyzing it with the sting of awe. They are so captivating that the gazer might not notice their small flaw; blindness. This flaw has no effect on any of the other features she aims to perfect. The subtle curve of Sécilie’s small nose leads one’s eye down towards a breathtaking pair of lips. Their color can only be described as the color of a rose given to a secret lover. Her pearly skin, kept perfectly clean, never seems of bear any flaws. Curved, fit, and proportionate, Sécilie always stands straight with only a natural curve of her delicate spine.
History:
Remembering back, Sécilie has only a few vague memories before being taken to the Court of Night Blooming Flowers. The soft feminine hand holding her chubby five-year-old fingers tightly, pulling her along. Rain dampened her cloak, seeping through to corrupt wisps of her dark hair. The hand released hers, then the sound of it against wood, tapping roughly. The firm nudge of the hand, the loud patter of feet running through the mud, the sound fading, and the motherly presence gone. Sécilie looked up at the sound of the door opening, and she heard an older boy say, “My lady, we have another one!”
Only later that night, after the Dowayne accepted the extraordinarily beautiful girl into her House, did the adepts of House Cereus figure out what was wrong with Sécilie, when she tried reaching for her damp clothes and instead knocked over a glass basin of water. The adepts waved their hands in front of her, and when her eyes didn’t move to follow their hands, they wondered how such a beautiful child could have such a devastating flaw. "But then again," Sécilie heard one of the adepts say, "no one is perfect." The next day, after hours of contemplation, the Dowayne decided to keep the child until her skills developed.
During her years of growth and learning, the words of that one adept haunted her. Sécilie spent every hour of free time she had training her ears to pick up even the slightest of sounds, although her ears were naturally better than those with sight, since she depended on it more so than the normal person. Her sense of touch was also heightened due to her disability. She learned to use her heightened senses to her advantage rather than dwell on her lack of sight. Growing up she also spent time socializing with other children. She learned from adepts that aside from caring for yourself, you should also care for the others around you, because they make you who you are. Even though there are some who would manipulate you, the love that you share is the most important thing. That is what makes a perfect being. And so, Sécilie came to love The Night Court. Although there were times when Sécilie was picked on for not having the ability of sight, there were those who cared and nurtured her for the charming and beautiful being she was.
On her tenth birthday, she was withdrawn from a small class an adept was teaching about serving at a table. One of the other adepts took her hand gently, beginning to lead her to another room. She paused, and asked the adept if she would please let go of her hand, and that she would follow the adept without her help. She heard the smile in the adept’s voice as she consented. Sécilie followed the adept into a familiar room. The same one she had been taken to her first day here. The smell of the burning incense had not changed. The only thing different about the room was the presence of another figure besides the Dowayne. After Sécilie gracefully bowed abeyante, the Dowayne’s voice welcomed her, and introduced her to the Dowayne of House Camellia. She was to be dedicated into the service of Naamah.
And so Sécilie was given the chance to continue her pursuit of perfection. She took it.
Age: 20
Height: Five foot seven and three quarter inches.
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Night seems to awaken simply within the view of Sécilie’s image. Thick jet hair falls gently onto her shoulders, caressing the sides of her face, waiting for a hand to stroke its fullness. Dark, defined eyebrows arch beautifully over a pair of deep, prominent eyes. Her eyes, like pools of dark water, seem to reflect the viewer as if to question their perfection. They reach into the soul, grasping it, and paralyzing it with the sting of awe. They are so captivating that the gazer might not notice their small flaw; blindness. This flaw has no effect on any of the other features she aims to perfect. The subtle curve of Sécilie’s small nose leads one’s eye down towards a breathtaking pair of lips. Their color can only be described as the color of a rose given to a secret lover. Her pearly skin, kept perfectly clean, never seems of bear any flaws. Curved, fit, and proportionate, Sécilie always stands straight with only a natural curve of her delicate spine.
History:
Remembering back, Sécilie has only a few vague memories before being taken to the Court of Night Blooming Flowers. The soft feminine hand holding her chubby five-year-old fingers tightly, pulling her along. Rain dampened her cloak, seeping through to corrupt wisps of her dark hair. The hand released hers, then the sound of it against wood, tapping roughly. The firm nudge of the hand, the loud patter of feet running through the mud, the sound fading, and the motherly presence gone. Sécilie looked up at the sound of the door opening, and she heard an older boy say, “My lady, we have another one!”
Only later that night, after the Dowayne accepted the extraordinarily beautiful girl into her House, did the adepts of House Cereus figure out what was wrong with Sécilie, when she tried reaching for her damp clothes and instead knocked over a glass basin of water. The adepts waved their hands in front of her, and when her eyes didn’t move to follow their hands, they wondered how such a beautiful child could have such a devastating flaw. "But then again," Sécilie heard one of the adepts say, "no one is perfect." The next day, after hours of contemplation, the Dowayne decided to keep the child until her skills developed.
During her years of growth and learning, the words of that one adept haunted her. Sécilie spent every hour of free time she had training her ears to pick up even the slightest of sounds, although her ears were naturally better than those with sight, since she depended on it more so than the normal person. Her sense of touch was also heightened due to her disability. She learned to use her heightened senses to her advantage rather than dwell on her lack of sight. Growing up she also spent time socializing with other children. She learned from adepts that aside from caring for yourself, you should also care for the others around you, because they make you who you are. Even though there are some who would manipulate you, the love that you share is the most important thing. That is what makes a perfect being. And so, Sécilie came to love The Night Court. Although there were times when Sécilie was picked on for not having the ability of sight, there were those who cared and nurtured her for the charming and beautiful being she was.
On her tenth birthday, she was withdrawn from a small class an adept was teaching about serving at a table. One of the other adepts took her hand gently, beginning to lead her to another room. She paused, and asked the adept if she would please let go of her hand, and that she would follow the adept without her help. She heard the smile in the adept’s voice as she consented. Sécilie followed the adept into a familiar room. The same one she had been taken to her first day here. The smell of the burning incense had not changed. The only thing different about the room was the presence of another figure besides the Dowayne. After Sécilie gracefully bowed abeyante, the Dowayne’s voice welcomed her, and introduced her to the Dowayne of House Camellia. She was to be dedicated into the service of Naamah.
And so Sécilie was given the chance to continue her pursuit of perfection. She took it.