Post by Miss Felicity Cadwallader on May 25, 2013 6:38:00 GMT -5
MISS FELICITY CADWALLADER
FULL NAME AND TITLE: Felicity May Cadwallader
GOES BY: Miss Cadwallader, Felicity or (preferably) Flick
AGE: 20
CLASS: Lower Middle
OCCUPATION: None
POSITION IN FAMILY: Ward
FINANCES: Felicity has very little in the way of money, and is entirely dependent upon her cousin Mr Goulding.
FACE CLAIM: Louise Dylan
EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’7, healthily built.
DESCRIPTION: Felicity is quite tall for a young lady, with a healthy but boyish figure that is improved with her love of walking. She holds herself well and moves with a kind of pretty, unstudied grace which are the only claims to fame her crotchety old governess had been able to make. She prefers to dress simply and without many accessories, because she tends to misplace them. Felicity has a remarkable constitution and is rarely sick; her complexion a little darker than is strictly fashionable owing to her love of the outdoors. This passion also means that she can often be found with a dirty hem or a stray twig in her hair, but she is far too busy being a happy soul in general to be much bothered with her appearance.
Her blue eyes are the most arresting feature, and are generally wide-eyed at the world in general. Shy smiles soon give wide to an infectious grin upon close acquaintance, the dimple in her chin reminiscent of the father she has so recently lost. She is quick to blush and hates the fact, seeing it as something that would mark her as a silly girl and not the woman she so desperately wants to be -- but is a little way away from blossoming into just yet.
PERSONALITY: The tragic circumstances of late have not dampened Miss Cadwallader’s true spirits, even though she may have arrived at Haye Park a little more subdued than usual. A sweet girl with a big heart, Felicity is always ready to help others and often puts the happiness of those around her before her own. She tends to make excuses for people’s flaws, assuming that if they are selfish or distant and the like it is because they have good reasons for being so. She is more than likely to learn the hard way that this is not the case, finding out through being taken advantage of that some people are not as they seem no matter how determined she may be to give them the benefit of the doubt.
Her optimism is perhaps her most defining quality; she is always predisposed to find a ray of sunshine amongst the rain clouds. Her enthusiastic positivity seems to come naturally for her and is born of that earlier mentioned desire to see those around her happy. She also likes to be heavily involved in charitable pursuits, and though she has little talent for sewing she still makes her quota of church pew cushions and makes regular visits to the needy amongst the parish.
The down-swing to her personality is that she has such high hopes for life and the people around her that it is very easy for her to be disappointed in how things come about. Her trusting nature sees her put her trust in those who do not deserve it, and she is often upset to find that she doesn’t mean as much to people as they mean to her. She dislikes losing a friend above anything else, and will often put herself at a distinct disadvantage to prevent a friendship from dissolving.
RESIDENCE: Haye Park
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Mr. Nicholas Goulding (27, Cousin)
HISTORY: The only daughter of Colonel Johnathon Cadwallader and Mrs. Sarah Cadwallader, Felicity was always the very picture of her name. A bonnie child who brought her parents no end of joy, she was universally loved by the small community they lived in outside of Bath for the first few years of life. Being a military family required significant amounts of travel as they followed the regiment over the countryside and -- eventually -- to France. Her wilder tendencies were always overlooked as the actions of a daughter constantly surrounded by military men who were more than happy to indulge her in childhood sword fights and the like.
If her parents had thought she would outgrow the love she had for freedom, they would be sorely disappointed. They eventually settled for obtaining a French governess for her; a woman who came highly recommended from a Colonel of another regiment. The woman was brought with them back to England, where she continued to torment Felicity until, at the age of nineteen, the girl’s continued love for climbing trees could no longer be ignored. Madame Rousseau’s duties now considered at an end, she was taken back to France with the Colonel and his wife while Felicity stayed with friends of her mother in Bath for her first season out.
She would never see them again.
On the crossing home, a terrible storm blew up over the Channel. The ship her parents were aboard was tossed and torn at by the cruel waters, until it seemed unable to resist the siren’s call of the depths any longer. Down she went; leaving a number of people back home on English soil mourning her loss, Felicity not the least among them. The girl herself was plunged into a deep depression which was so far out of spirits for her that her caretakers considered her very ill indeed, and she was kept under their watchful eyes for the time being because -- as one of the ladies had put it -- who could ship her off to some unknown relative on the opposite side of the country at such a time as this?
Slowly but surely, there was a change in Felicity’s disposition. Bath was too vibrant, and the girl herself too disposed towards being jolly, that she could not remain in such a dark place indefinitely. Six months after the tragedy of losing her parents she has finally made the journey to Mertyon and is now installed at the house of her new ward -- her cousin, Mr. Nicholas Goulding. She is not entirely sure what to make of him, per se, but she is determined not to make a nuisance of herself and be a comfort to him during the yawning expanse of his lonely days if she possibly can.
YOUR NAME: Dash
YOUR AGE: Old enough
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: 10+ years
YOUR SAMPLE:
All of the wild fantasies she had entertained during the long journey here from Bath had not prepared her for what she met upon her arrival at Haye Park. Only a little ways out of the town of Meryton, which had itself seemed so very quaint, the Park lept up from the side of the road and bordered by a copse of ancient spruce trees that delighted her immediately. As the carriage rolled along the private road to the house Flick noticed a deer take flight, bounding over bushes and a log indignantly after being startled from the sweet long grass it had been munching.
For all that she had loved the thriving metropolis that was Bath, this was more than Flick had ever dreamed of. Having spent a fair portion of her life in small towns, they were where she felt at home, in her heart. That the estate that was to be her new home had not only grounds large enough for her to explore but wildlife to match it was a delight for the young woman indeed. She pressed her nose to the glass of the carriage window in a most unladylike fashion, the surface steaming with each excited breath she let go of.
But what sort of man was her cousin? She had only met him the once; a fleeting trip he had made to Kent when they had been stationed there one summer, and he had blatantly refused to walk with her into the town. Though she had been disappointed at the time she supposed now that he had seen enough travelling to and from their encampment to be much inclined toward physical exertion, and she had long since forgiven him. He had to be better than he had seemed, all those years ago, for a bad man would not automatically take in a cousin distanced by miles and years.
As the carriage rolled to a halt at the front of the house which was a charming old building that was rather more vertical than sprawling she was suddenly overwhelmed at his kindness and generosity. She blotted t her blue eyes with her mother’s old handkerchief as the door was opened for her and she was handed out, her gaze immediately coming to rest on a tall, handsome man that she recognised as her new guardian. The gravel crunched under her light step as she moved toward him, an she ignored the stiffness of his bow in favour of wrapping her arms solidly about his neck in a familiar embrace. He could be no less to her if he were her brother, so plainly did she feel indebted to his kindness.
If he struggled she did not feel it; she held him fast and sent a prayer to the Lord to watch and keep them both. When she had done she took a step back, her smile shining with all the hope of someone who very much felt the fragility of her situation. She noted that he seemed somewhat embarrassed, though she couldn’t think for the life of her why it ought to be so, and she resolved to put him at ease at once. Goodness! If she wasn’t embarrassed to be intruding upon him, then whatever did he had to be worried of?
“Dear cousin Nicholas,” she greeted him warmly, blissfully ignorant of the twitch in the gentleman’s left eye at being addressed so informally. “I am so very obliged to you!”
At length, he replied. “You are not. If it had been an obligation, I should not have consented to it.”
‘It’, of course, being the agreement that would see her reside with him until a more suitable situation -- such as a happy match -- could be found for her.
“You are very good,” Felicity replied earnestly. “I do not know what I should have done, were it not for your kindness.”
“Yes, well,” he answered, affected by her openness because he was so very guarded himself that he knew not how to respond. “Let us have some tea.”
Flick blinked, confused by the curt reception, but undeterred by it. She was certain that it was only a re-acquaintance that was required before they would be fast friends, indeed closer than they had ever been before. Instead of waiting for his arm -- which would keep her waiting a very long time, for he was not like to offer it -- she linked her arm through his and proceeded to instigate their entrance to the house. “If you like,” she agreed happily.
It was, Nicholas surmised bleakly as he allowed himself to be towed along like a lamb on a leash, going to be a very long association.
