Post by Jillene nó Valerian (I) on Aug 28, 2007 23:08:37 GMT -5
Jillene no Valerian
Age: 20
Race: D'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Silky chestnut brown hair falls in soft waves down her back, catching the sun with red highlights. Her long locks usually conceal her eyes and the features of her face but if you happen to catch a glimpse of them they are striking in their setting; Hazel eyes intensified by dark, sweeping lashes and expressive eyebrows; a perfect bow makes up her lips, pouty and seeming to hide a smile in each corner. She has a slender and curvaceous body, about 5' 8" tall, with long legs and a graceful stride. Hips that snap when she walks and that could make you hold your breath just to watch her pass. Her fair skin holds a light tan during the summer and appears lighter during the long months of winter.
Personality: She seems to be shy and secretive and can be very self-possessed at times, but curiosity and desire bring out the fire of her spirit and she can be forward when she wishes, but she knows her place. She does smile when she is happy and is a very loyal friend to those who get to know her.
With her patrons she is submissive, but only as she was taught to be. Pain being the true ruler of her heart she would do anything to have it. She knows when to do what she is told and when to rebel, if they wish, and can play most any part flawlessly, thrilling in the game and the joy of the experience.
History: Jillene was born to parents who loved her very much and spoiled her as any little girl should be. Her father, Marlon, once an Adept of Valerian had long since finished his marque and was the consort to his best patron. Sharing a love between them that none could fathom they eventually had a child. She was beautiful even as a babe and their hopes that she would be as strong as her father and just as lovely as her mother eventually did come true.
When Jillene was young she fell off her horse and broke her arm. The snap and pop that sounded when her arm broke surprised her, then the pain blossomed and she gasped, crying out in awe, loving the pain even as it brought tears to her eyes. Her father rushed her into the house, sending a servant to fetch a Chirurgeon.
The Chirurgeon skillfully set her arm, wrapping and binding it in a sling, most every movement he made causing the fire of pain to spark again. When it was done she asked her father why she felt that way, and if it was because she was like him. He didn't answer right away but when he did he told her that when her arm was healed she would be fostered in the Night Court as an Adept of Valerian House.
In between visits home to see her family Jillene grew in grace and beauty and skill, learning her lessons with an ever increasing joy and hunger for more. With her marque soon to be finished she is looking forward to entertaining patrons by her own desires.
Age: 20
Race: D'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Silky chestnut brown hair falls in soft waves down her back, catching the sun with red highlights. Her long locks usually conceal her eyes and the features of her face but if you happen to catch a glimpse of them they are striking in their setting; Hazel eyes intensified by dark, sweeping lashes and expressive eyebrows; a perfect bow makes up her lips, pouty and seeming to hide a smile in each corner. She has a slender and curvaceous body, about 5' 8" tall, with long legs and a graceful stride. Hips that snap when she walks and that could make you hold your breath just to watch her pass. Her fair skin holds a light tan during the summer and appears lighter during the long months of winter.
Personality: She seems to be shy and secretive and can be very self-possessed at times, but curiosity and desire bring out the fire of her spirit and she can be forward when she wishes, but she knows her place. She does smile when she is happy and is a very loyal friend to those who get to know her.
With her patrons she is submissive, but only as she was taught to be. Pain being the true ruler of her heart she would do anything to have it. She knows when to do what she is told and when to rebel, if they wish, and can play most any part flawlessly, thrilling in the game and the joy of the experience.
History: Jillene was born to parents who loved her very much and spoiled her as any little girl should be. Her father, Marlon, once an Adept of Valerian had long since finished his marque and was the consort to his best patron. Sharing a love between them that none could fathom they eventually had a child. She was beautiful even as a babe and their hopes that she would be as strong as her father and just as lovely as her mother eventually did come true.
When Jillene was young she fell off her horse and broke her arm. The snap and pop that sounded when her arm broke surprised her, then the pain blossomed and she gasped, crying out in awe, loving the pain even as it brought tears to her eyes. Her father rushed her into the house, sending a servant to fetch a Chirurgeon.
The Chirurgeon skillfully set her arm, wrapping and binding it in a sling, most every movement he made causing the fire of pain to spark again. When it was done she asked her father why she felt that way, and if it was because she was like him. He didn't answer right away but when he did he told her that when her arm was healed she would be fostered in the Night Court as an Adept of Valerian House.
In between visits home to see her family Jillene grew in grace and beauty and skill, learning her lessons with an ever increasing joy and hunger for more. With her marque soon to be finished she is looking forward to entertaining patrons by her own desires.