Post by Miss Georgiana Darcy on Jun 13, 2013 0:44:49 GMT -5
MISS GEORGIANA DARCY
FULL NAME AND TITLE: Miss Georgiana Marie Darcy
GOES BY: Georgiana, very rarely Georgie.
AGE: Sixteen.
CLASS: Gentry.
OCCUPATION: Lady.
POSITION IN FAMILY: Youngest daughter.
FINANCES: £---/Year.
FACE CLAIM: Imogen Poots.
EYE COLOR: Hazel.
HAIR COLOR: Dark blonde.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’3”, slender.
DESCRIPTION:
Georgiana is pretty and delicate rather than beautiful. She favours her mother in appearance: hazel eyes, dark blonde hair, porcelain skin and a pink rosebud mouth.
With her time devoted to the amusements of a lady keeping her indoors most of the time, Georgiana is becomingly fair, with a hint of freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Miss Darcy has a fresh, youthful countenance, a sweet smile and cheeks that flush all too easily. Her eyes are her defining feature, large and wide, a clear shade of hazel framed by soft, dark lashes. Her dark blonde hair is slightly curly and falls almost to her waist; she wears it coiled and pinned in a fashionable, albeit simple, manner.
Georgiana is slim and willowy, slight and lithe in figure and form, and rather tall for her age. She has long, slender fingers, perfectly suited to the piano forte. There is an elegant simplicity in her style of dress very much fitting her sedate and unassuming nature.
PERSONALITY:
Miss Georgiana Darcy is a well-bred young lady, quiet and unobtrusive. She is reserved and almost painfully shy, and naturally inclined to keep to herself. First impressions may sometimes lead others to believe her proud, but any sort of prolonged conversation with the young Miss Darcy soon dispels such thoughts; she’s a genuinely sweet, good-natured girl, willing to please those she meets. Although she’s unlikely to put herself forward, when faced with company she does try very hard to overcome her shyness and be a genial conversationalist. She was raised to be a gracious and courteous young lady. She doesn’t speak out of turn, is obliging and polite, always deferential to her superiors and mindful of her manners.
Georgiana is a very talented young woman – accomplished in music, art, languages and literature, as well as being the epitome of a gentlewoman – but also she’s incredibly modest and unassuming. She rather thinks people exaggerate her talents and virtues. That's not to say that she's unaware of her talents, she just feels that surely there are others more deserving of attention than her! From a young age, Georgiana has always been very mindful of others. She genuinely likes everyone she meets and thinks favourably of them; it takes a great deal to shake her trust in someone. In her young life she has rarely had cause to doubt other people and their intentions, and so wholeheartedly embraces the notion that everyone is good. Of course, her endearing naïveté and confidence in the good of other people has lately led her astray.
As a result of several distressing circumstances and misplaced affections, Georgiana has had her own confidence shaken. Although she does still believe, perhaps a little too naïvely, in the inherent goodness of those around her, she’s a lot more reluctant to place her trust in them. Mr Darcy is, obviously, the exception. He has never given her any reason to doubt him and Georgiana absolutely adores and idolises her big brother. She’s very much oblivious to any sort of fault in her brother; as far as she’s concerned, he’s the very epitome of perfection! The experiences of the recent past have caused Georgiana to withdraw into herself, even from her steadfast brother. Where she would once have not hesitated to confide in him, the guilt she feels from her near-elopement with George Wickham keeps her back.
Despite her age and accomplishments, in many respects Georgiana Darcy is still a shy and sensitive little girl. Her confidence has been crushed, her natural bashfulness often overwhelms her, and she is attempting recovery from a broken attachment. Georgiana feels as though she has a lot to prove, to herself and her brother. Very slowly she’s taking steps to better herself and make amends for the past.
RESIDENCE: Pemberley, Derbyshire.
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Mr Darcy Snr (father / deceased)
Lady Anne Darcy (mother / deceased)
Fitzwilliam Darcy (older brother)
HISTORY:
Miss Georgiana Darcy was born on a bright and clear midsummer eve. The happy occasion was forever marred by the untimely passing of her mother only hours after the babe took her first breath. From her first memory Georgiana had a darling brother who absolutely doted on her. Mr Darcy Snr, on the other hand, was an imposing figure, quiet and taciturn, a father as distant and detached from the little girl as her brother was devoted. It was little wonder that the man preferred to keep himself removed from little Georgiana; she was the very likeness of her departed mother.
Emotionally separated though he was from his daughter, the elder Mr Darcy provided all the opulence and opportunity a child could want. Georgiana never wanted for the luxuries in life; she had excellent nannies and governesses, the finest toys and clothing, her choice of music and books, and trips to London and the seaside. Georgiana grew up unaccustomed to paternal affection, and although she sometimes wondered if it were somehow her fault, it was perfectly understandable that her father had little time for his young daughter. His attentions were, quite rightly, focused on his son and heir. Her life was hardly lacking in comfort and companionship and Georgiana was quite certain that her father loved her in his own way, even if he wasn’t one to show it. In any case, she had all the affection in the world at her disposal in the form of her elder brother.
The younger Mr Darcy, although still a child himself when Georgiana was born, was a steadfast and loving sibling, and soon became the very centre of the little Georgiana’s world. He was both brother and father to the little girl, her constant source of solace and familial affection. As a child she idolised her big brother and wanted to be just like him. She often attempted to follow the more robust example of her brother and his playmate George Wickham, and was gently rebuffed and redirected by her caregivers. Georgiana learned early on that young ladies had very different rules and expectations and she was quite happy to respect and abide by social mores. Her brother was dignified and proper and so too was little Georgiana.
Daily life changed significantly when Mr Darcy was bundled off to Cambridge. Georgiana remained at Pemberley, left largely to her own devices in the big house. She had her governess, Miss Everleigh, for company, and her days were filled with reading and embroidery and drawing and music. Georgiana soon discovered both an enjoyment and aptitude for music, particularly the piano forte, and that soon became her favoured occupation. Miss Everleigh was very proper, very refined, and she taught her young charge well.
The monotony of life in Derbyshire was broken by visits to her aunts, Lady Catherine at Rosings and Lady Margaret in London. Although she would never put it into words, Georgiana much preferred the latter. Lady Catherine was an intimidating sort of woman and Georgiana found her company quite overwhelming. Conversely, Lady Margaret was a more cheerful and easy-going woman.
Georgiana was at school when she received news of her father’s death. She grieved deeply for the loss of her father, but her thoughts were with her brother. While she felt completely confident in his abilities to manage the estate, she could only imagine the vast responsibility now set on his shoulders as master of Pemberley. Georgiana was pleased to be put under his guardianship, along with that of her cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam – she was grateful to be able to remain at Pemberley with her brother rather than being sent to Lady Catherine (who was of the opinion that she was the most capable of raising Miss Darcy in the correct way).
Life soon threw one last disruption into Georgiana’s world. Miss Everleigh was engaged to a local land owner, and Georgiana bade a tearful farewell to her governess. Her replacement, Miss Younge, was a cheerful and lively woman, inordinately pleased to be employed by such an auspicious family. She doted on her young charge and was apt to encourage more frivolity than Georgiana was accustomed to. Miss Darcy sometimes found her rather outré at times but she trusted the older woman and was quite happy to be guided by her. Unfortunately, her trust was misplaced.
In keeping with his role as protector, Mr Darcy was careful to keep Mr Wickham’s shortcomings from his little sister. Georgiana was wholly unaware of the circumstances surrounding the unpleasantness between her brother and his childhood companion. She knew Mr Wickham only as a genial and agreeable young man. He had always been kind to her, and was largely considered agreeable, and she had no reason to believe otherwise. On his few brief visits to the house to meet with her brother, Georgiana encountered him in the hall. He lavished compliments on the impressionable young girl, his attentions flattering her innocent childish fancies. When Miss Younge approached her with a letter from the gentleman, Georgiana was somewhat scandalised – but she quickly yielded to persuasion. After several impassioned letters from Mr Wickham, and a few clandestine rendezvous, she rather thought herself in love with him.
He pleaded with her to elope and, under the guidance of Miss Younge, Georgiana agreed, although with a great deal of hesitation. Arrangements were made and Georgiana was sworn to secrecy. Affection for her brother (and a little bit off common sense) finally brought her to put pen to paper. Georgiana was optimistic, innocently asking Mr Darcy for his blessing and inviting him to share in her happiness. The letter was intercepted by Miss Younge and never sent. Regardless, Mr Darcy found out about the elopement and swept to her rescue in the nick of time. Georgiana wasn’t aware that she needed rescuing but she confessed all to her brother immediately– although she was hesitant to believe his assertions. Her youthful mind was filled with thoughts of love and romance; she didn’t dare believe that her friend, the man she loved, had lied and was merely after her fortune. Surely Miss Younge had her best intentions in mind? But her brother would never lead her astray – Mr Wickham showed his true colours in the confrontation that followed Mr Darcy’s appearance. Georgiana was absolutely shattered. Her young heart had been broken by a fortune-hunting rake and she had been betrayed by a trusted friend.
Georgiana returned home with her brother, dejected from her experience but infinitely wiser for it. Mrs Annesley, an older woman, trustworthy and with an excellent reputation, was appointed as Georgiana’s governess. The subject of George Wickham was never approached again. Georgiana was left to sort her feelings out herself. The circumstances left her with feelings of guilt and uncertainty, and she felt her brother’s unhappiness was entirely her fault. Georgiana retreated into herself, becoming even quieter and more reserved than she had been.
Happily, a diversion came with the unexpected friendship between Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley. Mr Bingley was amiable and lively, his sisters, Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst, were charming ladies, and Georgiana was glad for the distraction. It was rarely necessary for her to speak too much – the other members of their little group were all quite ready to make up for her reticence. When Mr Bingley’s whims sent him flitting to Hertfordshire, Georgiana was sent to stay with her aunt in London until her brother returned. And there she remains for the time being, under the careful care of Mrs Annesley and Lady Margaret.
YOUR NAME: Polly.
YOUR AGE: Twenty-three.
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: A million years.
YOUR SAMPLE:
Anonymity had never really been one of Mary’s strengths. It was a downright stupid notion and she refused to have any part in it. She was Marianne McKenzie, after all, and definitely worth noticing. Skipping through the darkened recesses of Knockturn Alley, in a scandalously short navy and white checked shift dress and with her honey gold hair curled and pinned, held back from her face with a white silk scarf, she was anything but nondescript. Mary breezed along the uneven cobbled streets, a bounce in her step and her head held high. Unsurprisingly, the occasional disapproving glare or leering smile did nothing to deter her. While a part of her – a very small part, mind you – was willing to concede that wandering through the unscrupulous area all by her lonesome was not the best idea, the misguided arrogance of youth meant that there was enough confidence that nothing could actually happen to her. She was a clever girl, much more so than other girls, and she knew precisely how to take care of herself. Besides, her doting father would gleefully revenge any misadventure that happened to befall her and that was always a nice thought.
Although it was barely midafternoon and the sun was shining only steps away near the archway that marked the separation into the rather more boring Diagon Alley, Knockturn was as dim and shadowed as ever. The dull glow from the streetlamps and sporadic shafts of sunlight filtering through smog and smoke and the warped silhouettes of the buildings lining either side of the street were the main sources of light. She paused to peer into a shop window, her attention caught by the glitter of gold and the sparkle of precious stones beneath the dusty glass. Her tongue traced along her lower lip before she bit down, bending slightly to examine the intricate designs on the jewellery.
Fingertips skimmed along the cool surface of the glass, her nose wrinkling when she brushed off a layer of dust. That was the one drawback of Knockturn Alley. It was so dirty. Full of marvellous things, beautiful and outrageously expensive, unique artefacts and whatnot, but would it kill them to spruce the place up with a cleaning charm or two? It was all good and well to devote oneself to the Dark Arts, but that was no excuse to be messy! Marianne rubbed her fingers together, brushing the dust from her skin, and straightened, gaze still focused on the sparkling jewels behind the class. The shimmering colours drew her in and before she knew it, her nose was merely millimetres from the glass, her slender fingers bracing against the glass. It was just such a captivating piece ...
She could well have stayed there for the next hour if someone hadn’t bumped into her, jolting her out of her reverie. Dark lashes fell over wide eyes in a slow, slightly dazed blink as she realised that the jewels were likely charmed to attract attention. Or cursed for whatever other purpose. With a tilt of her head she looked cautiously at the cluster of precious stones once more, her lips pursed, hand at her hip. Cursed or not, they were very lovely to look at. She blinked again, rapidly, this time more prepared to snap out of her trance. The young girl took a cautious step back, the palm of her hand smoothing along the side of her dress almost unconsciously. Frivolous and flighty she may well have been, but she wasn’t stupid. Although she did make a mental note to return for the piece at a later date. Whether for a gift or not, that sort of thing was bound to come in handy at some point. Impulse dictated that she buy it then and there, but Mary was fairly certain she wouldn’t be able to afford it. Not when she’d just set away a small fortune at Borgin and Burkes for her father’s birthday gift.
With one final look at the window, followed by a careful scrutiny of her reflection in the dusty glass, Mary fixed her hair, smoothed her dress and straightened, turning on her heel. She clearly wasn’t paying as much attention as she could have been, distracted by her reflection and still slightly dazed from the jewels; before she knew it, her very first step had her walking straight into something – her gaze travelled upward – actually, someone. Eyebrows shot upward, her hand travelled to her hip, and she sighed in exasperation. “Do you mind?”
