Post by Océane nó Eglantine on Apr 20, 2011 9:45:00 GMT -5
Name: Océane nó Eglantine
Age: 20
Race: D'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Océane is a tall, slender D'Angeline. Her skin is somewhat tan and her hair an auburn tinted brown. Her green eyes are almost hazel and are complimented by dense, if not thick, eyebrows. Her lips are not full, but they aren't thin either.
History: Océane nó Eglantine was born as the eighth and last child of a Camlach farmer and his wife, who died in childbirth. Bitter, depressed and lonely, her father tried to make a good life as a single father, but too often the children would go without food. After loosing two children to a grippe, he realized simply could not afford to feed eight children alone. He sent his daughter to his sister-in-law, in the City of Elua, hoping she would care for her. But she would have none of it and so she sold her marque to Eglantine House.
Océane grew to learn and appreciate the foundations of the all the arts, but she had always felt herself drawn toward the art of cooking, perhaps because she was so often hungry as a child. Her appetite soon became for more than simply making food. She loved to go to fêtes and serve, and it gave her greater pleasure when she pleased the guests. Océane hoped that one day she could host extravagant parties of her own.
Despite a harsh upbringing (and maybe because of it) Océane is warm and generous. She is her best self when serving as a hostess. She loves to please, but to a fault- she can forget to take care of her own needs because she puts others first almost always. In Eglantine she found a stability she sorely lacked as a child, a security as warm and comforting as a blanket on a cold winters eve. When her marque was made, an offer came to her from the kitchens of the Palace itself, recruiting as was not uncommon as Eglantine produced wonderful cooks and delicacy artists. Oceane, eager to expand, accepted and found herself living in the servants quarters of the Palace, preparing food for the royals and nobles that frequented the grounds.
There was a pride to it, something she reveled in, but day by day the knowledge that her seat in the world wasn't secure began to sit in. She could find herself on the street should something happen, she could find herself wanting and desperate. As the months passed, she became increasingly nervous and fragile, much of her personality before she went to Eglantine returning, doubling, setting in bone-deep.. though mayhap it was that it had never actually left but had only been covered by the security of Eglantine.
Oceane struggled with her world, and when a man, a Palace guard named Samathael d'Nardan, approached her with warm smiles and kind words, hinting he could help her and would protect her, she latched upon him. That his smiles never truly touched his eyes was dismissed; mayhap he just smiled funny, that was all. He loved her, and he would care for her.
She would never be found wanting again, and she clutched to Samathael as hard as she could, needing him, desperate, convinced if he should ever leave her, she would be broken and ruined.