Post by Adeleene nó Eglantine (D) on Jul 14, 2007 21:57:33 GMT -5
Name: Adeleene Rinay nó Eglantine
Age: 17
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Art just isn't in Adeleene's blood, it's in her appearance, as well. Her long, dark auburn hair is a rich hue that many have tried to describe and failed. By her own decision, the closest has been considered deep ruby, and it falls to her waist, perfectly straight until curling slightly near the end. Her eyes are almond shaped and highly expressive; a myriad of colors starting as a ring of gold that blends into a green before turning into a light blue. This blue can change colors (usually green, grey, or a mix of either with blue) according her mood, and is always outlined in a thin ring of black. Her skin is naturally pale without being considered porcelain and is marked only by three delicate moles - one near her mouth, another in the hollow of her neck and one on her right side. Her curves are full and body limber from .
History: Her father was an adept who stayed in House Eglantine, her mother an actress in one of the many theatres gracing the city of Elua. Their love was one that made people want to believe in fairy tales, and for them, it was. At least, for a season. Spring turned to summer as their love turned from passionate to balmy, and by autumn, they were through. She simply couldn’t be tied down, admitting that her love would be dedicated to the theatre and performing alone, despite her obvious pregnancy. Not a violent man by nature, Adel’s father withdrew himself from society until his daughter was born, unable to stand the agony and heartache yet drawn to what had come of what he believed to be true love.
Yet when he went to see her, he was turned away at the door, and no amount of threats, bribes, or pleading would dissuade those who stood guard over the theatre when his once beloved lived. He left only when the threat of calling a higher punishment was brought forward, slipping like a dying shadow into the night and hoping that time would help heal the scabs upon his heart that he had willingly picked open.
Nobody really remembers what Adel’s first word was. Instead, they remember her constantly cooing as she grew out of her infancy. She constantly hummed and sang to herself as the years continued on, learning the ways of the theatre from her mother and absorbing all she could from the other performers. It was they who taught her how to put on the mask that would get her through life, to lie and by convincing others she was someone else, just like an actor taking on a character’s role. But this wasn’t all that occupied her time. As she neared eight years old, she was reading materials more difficult than was expected of her and writing little tidbits on any paper she could get her hands on, even it were merely scraps. Frustrated with her how much Adel resembled her father, unable to continue to afford caring for her, and generally at a loss at what to do with a child as her career declined, her mother took her to House Eglantine, where she met the Dawayne in private, taking no chance of running into her estranged lover.
It was here that Adeleene was placed, learning of the Night Court and letting her artistic dreams flow like running water, though nothing came without a price. She hated the Night Court at first, and had tried to run away on more than one occasion until the Dawayne stepped in. She was a surprisingly stubborn young girl, and a bit loud for those used to the usual ways of the Night Court. Her dry-humored tendencies were blamed on her previous years in the theatre, and when she heard these rumors, they seemed to drive her further into rebellion. The very thought of being owned, by any circumstance, galled her, and she had no problem in letting it be known - it was like trying to keep a caged tiger captive after it had belonged to the wild. Over the years, the physical rebellion died down, but there are still many signs that she detests being a courtesan, even if she does accept what fate has given her...for now.
Ultimately, her talent lay in singing and performing, and though she never saw either of her parents after that fateful day, she dedicated each and every lesson to them, just in case. It was her own way of loving her parents.
Her marque is about 1/6 of the way done.
Age: 17
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Art just isn't in Adeleene's blood, it's in her appearance, as well. Her long, dark auburn hair is a rich hue that many have tried to describe and failed. By her own decision, the closest has been considered deep ruby, and it falls to her waist, perfectly straight until curling slightly near the end. Her eyes are almond shaped and highly expressive; a myriad of colors starting as a ring of gold that blends into a green before turning into a light blue. This blue can change colors (usually green, grey, or a mix of either with blue) according her mood, and is always outlined in a thin ring of black. Her skin is naturally pale without being considered porcelain and is marked only by three delicate moles - one near her mouth, another in the hollow of her neck and one on her right side. Her curves are full and body limber from .
History: Her father was an adept who stayed in House Eglantine, her mother an actress in one of the many theatres gracing the city of Elua. Their love was one that made people want to believe in fairy tales, and for them, it was. At least, for a season. Spring turned to summer as their love turned from passionate to balmy, and by autumn, they were through. She simply couldn’t be tied down, admitting that her love would be dedicated to the theatre and performing alone, despite her obvious pregnancy. Not a violent man by nature, Adel’s father withdrew himself from society until his daughter was born, unable to stand the agony and heartache yet drawn to what had come of what he believed to be true love.
Yet when he went to see her, he was turned away at the door, and no amount of threats, bribes, or pleading would dissuade those who stood guard over the theatre when his once beloved lived. He left only when the threat of calling a higher punishment was brought forward, slipping like a dying shadow into the night and hoping that time would help heal the scabs upon his heart that he had willingly picked open.
Nobody really remembers what Adel’s first word was. Instead, they remember her constantly cooing as she grew out of her infancy. She constantly hummed and sang to herself as the years continued on, learning the ways of the theatre from her mother and absorbing all she could from the other performers. It was they who taught her how to put on the mask that would get her through life, to lie and by convincing others she was someone else, just like an actor taking on a character’s role. But this wasn’t all that occupied her time. As she neared eight years old, she was reading materials more difficult than was expected of her and writing little tidbits on any paper she could get her hands on, even it were merely scraps. Frustrated with her how much Adel resembled her father, unable to continue to afford caring for her, and generally at a loss at what to do with a child as her career declined, her mother took her to House Eglantine, where she met the Dawayne in private, taking no chance of running into her estranged lover.
It was here that Adeleene was placed, learning of the Night Court and letting her artistic dreams flow like running water, though nothing came without a price. She hated the Night Court at first, and had tried to run away on more than one occasion until the Dawayne stepped in. She was a surprisingly stubborn young girl, and a bit loud for those used to the usual ways of the Night Court. Her dry-humored tendencies were blamed on her previous years in the theatre, and when she heard these rumors, they seemed to drive her further into rebellion. The very thought of being owned, by any circumstance, galled her, and she had no problem in letting it be known - it was like trying to keep a caged tiger captive after it had belonged to the wild. Over the years, the physical rebellion died down, but there are still many signs that she detests being a courtesan, even if she does accept what fate has given her...for now.
Ultimately, her talent lay in singing and performing, and though she never saw either of her parents after that fateful day, she dedicated each and every lesson to them, just in case. It was her own way of loving her parents.
Her marque is about 1/6 of the way done.