Post by Jenna on Jul 22, 2014 21:36:52 GMT -5
Player:
Jenna
Best Contact Method(s):
guh to the mail.
Character Name:
Mariette Deveraux
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
December 21, 1406
City / Region:
Bordelaix, Faucheux
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable]:
Deveraux
Played by:
Georgia Moffett
Appearance:
When left to her own devices, Mariette dresses very simply. Since she is accident-prone, she sticks to mostly darker or earth tones made of good, sturdy fabrics where the hem is deliberately cut an inch short to keep her from tripping. Her hair is either left down, or pulled back into a plain braid. However, when her sister Antoinette has her way, she's pushed, pulled, towed and laced into silks and satins of appropriately innocent hues that leave Marie afraid to move. And that's not even mentioning what Antoinette's maid does to her hair!
Personality:
Mariette is, simply put, a klutz. Being surrounded by beautiful, graceful sisters is almost painful to her, making her innate clumsiness only worse. She can't dance. Forget anything fragile or delicate. She's the only girl she knows who can trip over air and sprawl on her face. It's dreadful, and she hates it. In fact, she's convinced she's cursed.
In spite of that, Mariette is a sweet and occasionally shy, but sunny young lady. She is delightfully un-princesslike, however, possessing not a snobbish bone in her body. Everyone is a possible friend, from the lowest scullery-maid and pot-boy to the exalted Dukes. Possessing a vivid sense of humor, Mariette's often found just by listening for her laughter.
Accompanied at nearly all times by her favorite companion, a large, white furry canine called Ivory, he is her best friend, partner in crime and frequent rescuer. She loves animals, and has a great love for the castle's cats and a skill for handling horses, though she has no skill for riding. Mariette also has discovered the skill of falconry - if she can't be graceful, at least her bird can be. Her favorite is a small merlin.
Despite her big and very soft heart, Mariette is easily frustrated and lashes out when she can't seem to make anything go right. She has a temper, and has been known to pitch incredible fits when she's reached the end of her patience. Articles fly, she'll scream, kick things (even if it winds up causing her pain) and otherwise lose all sense of control. Surprisingly, it's only Antoinette who can get her back under control when she gets to that point.
She also has some very bad habits. She's honest to the point of rude some times, she will avoid formal occasions and will disappear for days at a time. No one is entirely certain where she goes, what she is doing or if she is safe. The few knights who have been assigned to her have resigned their ranks because they feel they have failed, unable to keep up with her.
Mariette does not fit Alexandre's idea of a proper princess or a Deveraux daughter in any way.
Background:
When Mariette came along, the third daughter in a row, Alexandre dismissed her out of hand. He was tired of his wife bringing forth mewling daughters instead of the son he needed to inherit. Leaving her to her mother, sisters and a string of nannies, governesses and tutors, she was just another reminder of her mother's failure to bring an heir into the world.
She didn't mind, to be honest. She had Nicolette to look up to, Antoinette to fuss over her, and when Juliette came along, someone to love and look after. Her mother soon understood her third daughter's obvious ineptitude with all of the skills, talents and abilities that her older daughters possessed in spades, swiftly deciding that Mariette could only be coaxed to do so much. The Queen proved shrewd, realizing that her daughter had a love for animals... and they adored her in return. On Mariette's twelfth birthday, the tiny puppy with the off-white fur was a gift from her mother. Little did either of them understand the bond that would form between girl and pup, or how integral the dog would become.
Ivory, or Ivo as he was sometimes called, was often the only barrier between Mariette and disaster. He kept her from falling into the lake, or stepping into something that could cause her harm. When she wept, his fur caught her tears, and he comforted her as best he could. Where she went, so went Ivo. To this day, the two are inseparable, much to the disdain of the cat who attached herself to Mariette some years later. The cat, an aristocratic midnight-hued feline with amber eyes named Noir, does not approve. On her sixteenth birthday, her father condescended to give her a merlin falcon, the one commonality between the two. Mariette's only time spent with her father has been in hawking, though she is a poor rider at best.
Largely ignored by her father, there has been little fear of marriage for Mariette, leaving her free to devote herself to the animals and her sisters. She developed friendships with the Royal Huntsman and the Royal Stablemaster, as well as the Master Falconer of the castle, however inappropriate. Consequently, she has become very knowledgeable about those matters, enjoying the rearing and training of the hunting packs, the hawks and the like. Being all but forgotten has allowed Mariette to keep a watchful eye on her sisters as well, particularly Juliette and Antoinette. It helps to be underestimated by so many.
Now at twenty, she is the mystery of the four sisters, the One Least Likely To... do almost everything that is expected of a Princess. That's okay, though. Mariette doesn't mind.
Writing Sample:
Waking the next morning after returning to South Huntswalk felt... odd. So accustomed to looking up at the ceiling of the chamber assigned to her in Old Havenwich, Annemarie stared at the canopy over her childhood bed for a few minutes before remembering that Eva was home now. Though they had not always been the closest of sisters, she was nonetheless glad to know her sister was safely returned to Balfour and eager to see her, as well as to spend some time with Henry, whom she had not reunited since the time of King Lochlan's coronation.
A few minutes' time saw her out of bed with her morning preparations rushed through. She would take greater care with her appearance later, knowing that there would be various guests from the Gardiners and the Romanovs arriving to begin laying out the groundwork for producing the plague's cure and then distributing it to banish the dreadful disease from Balfour. For now, just a plain gown was donned, her hair hastily brushed and pulled back before she hastened out to locate her siblings, presumably either in the greenhouses, in the library, or if she was truly lucky... still at breakfast.
The house still maintained its respectful hush, a sure sign of a family full of scholars and those who made a point of studying. To her way of thinking, a comfortable sound indeed. Perhaps it was good to be home after all.
Jenna
Best Contact Method(s):
guh to the mail.
Character Name:
Mariette Deveraux
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
December 21, 1406
City / Region:
Bordelaix, Faucheux
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable]:
Deveraux
Played by:
Georgia Moffett
Appearance:
When left to her own devices, Mariette dresses very simply. Since she is accident-prone, she sticks to mostly darker or earth tones made of good, sturdy fabrics where the hem is deliberately cut an inch short to keep her from tripping. Her hair is either left down, or pulled back into a plain braid. However, when her sister Antoinette has her way, she's pushed, pulled, towed and laced into silks and satins of appropriately innocent hues that leave Marie afraid to move. And that's not even mentioning what Antoinette's maid does to her hair!
Personality:
Mariette is, simply put, a klutz. Being surrounded by beautiful, graceful sisters is almost painful to her, making her innate clumsiness only worse. She can't dance. Forget anything fragile or delicate. She's the only girl she knows who can trip over air and sprawl on her face. It's dreadful, and she hates it. In fact, she's convinced she's cursed.
In spite of that, Mariette is a sweet and occasionally shy, but sunny young lady. She is delightfully un-princesslike, however, possessing not a snobbish bone in her body. Everyone is a possible friend, from the lowest scullery-maid and pot-boy to the exalted Dukes. Possessing a vivid sense of humor, Mariette's often found just by listening for her laughter.
Accompanied at nearly all times by her favorite companion, a large, white furry canine called Ivory, he is her best friend, partner in crime and frequent rescuer. She loves animals, and has a great love for the castle's cats and a skill for handling horses, though she has no skill for riding. Mariette also has discovered the skill of falconry - if she can't be graceful, at least her bird can be. Her favorite is a small merlin.
Despite her big and very soft heart, Mariette is easily frustrated and lashes out when she can't seem to make anything go right. She has a temper, and has been known to pitch incredible fits when she's reached the end of her patience. Articles fly, she'll scream, kick things (even if it winds up causing her pain) and otherwise lose all sense of control. Surprisingly, it's only Antoinette who can get her back under control when she gets to that point.
She also has some very bad habits. She's honest to the point of rude some times, she will avoid formal occasions and will disappear for days at a time. No one is entirely certain where she goes, what she is doing or if she is safe. The few knights who have been assigned to her have resigned their ranks because they feel they have failed, unable to keep up with her.
Mariette does not fit Alexandre's idea of a proper princess or a Deveraux daughter in any way.
Background:
When Mariette came along, the third daughter in a row, Alexandre dismissed her out of hand. He was tired of his wife bringing forth mewling daughters instead of the son he needed to inherit. Leaving her to her mother, sisters and a string of nannies, governesses and tutors, she was just another reminder of her mother's failure to bring an heir into the world.
She didn't mind, to be honest. She had Nicolette to look up to, Antoinette to fuss over her, and when Juliette came along, someone to love and look after. Her mother soon understood her third daughter's obvious ineptitude with all of the skills, talents and abilities that her older daughters possessed in spades, swiftly deciding that Mariette could only be coaxed to do so much. The Queen proved shrewd, realizing that her daughter had a love for animals... and they adored her in return. On Mariette's twelfth birthday, the tiny puppy with the off-white fur was a gift from her mother. Little did either of them understand the bond that would form between girl and pup, or how integral the dog would become.
Ivory, or Ivo as he was sometimes called, was often the only barrier between Mariette and disaster. He kept her from falling into the lake, or stepping into something that could cause her harm. When she wept, his fur caught her tears, and he comforted her as best he could. Where she went, so went Ivo. To this day, the two are inseparable, much to the disdain of the cat who attached herself to Mariette some years later. The cat, an aristocratic midnight-hued feline with amber eyes named Noir, does not approve. On her sixteenth birthday, her father condescended to give her a merlin falcon, the one commonality between the two. Mariette's only time spent with her father has been in hawking, though she is a poor rider at best.
Largely ignored by her father, there has been little fear of marriage for Mariette, leaving her free to devote herself to the animals and her sisters. She developed friendships with the Royal Huntsman and the Royal Stablemaster, as well as the Master Falconer of the castle, however inappropriate. Consequently, she has become very knowledgeable about those matters, enjoying the rearing and training of the hunting packs, the hawks and the like. Being all but forgotten has allowed Mariette to keep a watchful eye on her sisters as well, particularly Juliette and Antoinette. It helps to be underestimated by so many.
Now at twenty, she is the mystery of the four sisters, the One Least Likely To... do almost everything that is expected of a Princess. That's okay, though. Mariette doesn't mind.
Writing Sample:
Waking the next morning after returning to South Huntswalk felt... odd. So accustomed to looking up at the ceiling of the chamber assigned to her in Old Havenwich, Annemarie stared at the canopy over her childhood bed for a few minutes before remembering that Eva was home now. Though they had not always been the closest of sisters, she was nonetheless glad to know her sister was safely returned to Balfour and eager to see her, as well as to spend some time with Henry, whom she had not reunited since the time of King Lochlan's coronation.
A few minutes' time saw her out of bed with her morning preparations rushed through. She would take greater care with her appearance later, knowing that there would be various guests from the Gardiners and the Romanovs arriving to begin laying out the groundwork for producing the plague's cure and then distributing it to banish the dreadful disease from Balfour. For now, just a plain gown was donned, her hair hastily brushed and pulled back before she hastened out to locate her siblings, presumably either in the greenhouses, in the library, or if she was truly lucky... still at breakfast.
The house still maintained its respectful hush, a sure sign of a family full of scholars and those who made a point of studying. To her way of thinking, a comfortable sound indeed. Perhaps it was good to be home after all.
