Post by adrienne on Mar 29, 2012 19:22:28 GMT -5
ADRIENNE ATHENA-HELENE DE MARQUE
FULL NAME AND TITLE:
Lady Adrienne de Marque
GOES BY:
Adrienne, Adri to her family
AGE:
17
CLASS:
Nobility
OCCUPATION:
Lady
OF THE --- FAMILY:
de Marque
POSITION IN FAMILY:
The youngest child, and only daughter
FINANCES:
£350/Year, but her dowery is rather rediculous
FACE CLAIM:
Emmy Rossum
EYE COLOR:
A deep whiskey color, flecked with darker brown hues
HAIR COLOR:
A deep warm chocolate color
HEIGHT AND BUILD:
5ft 1in on a good day, petite of build but with a woman's natural figure
DESCRIPTION:
A quick glance is never enough for one of Adrienne’s status, one really has to take a longer look to fully appreciate all that is going on. The blend of her features is something to be admired for more than a few seconds and in her lifetime Adrienne has received more than her far share of double-takes, even triple-takes. What first catches people is obviously her body. Although Adrienne is not exactly curvy she has enough of a bust and wide enough hips to scream of femininity. But her beauty goes beyond that, far beyond, above those long legs and narrow torso. Beyond even the naturally creamy skin tone. Where the body will quickly lose attention the face will hold it, and likely for a significant time.
The eyes are what draw the attention next, framed as they are by thick, dark lashes. A most brilliant shade of brown they are rather deep set, lending her the appearance of always being broody or tired. Bedroom eyes they have been called, and the title suits them well. Adrienne is never one to wear a great deal of make-up, but she will often line her eyes, knowing that they are indeed her best feature. If you look close enough they are not a simple brown, almost a red color lined with a deep chocolate color that blends together to become a whiskey amber color. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and they bare her emotions for the world to see, even though she has learned to control what emotions are displayed by this point in her life.
The eye is likely to follow those eyes to Adrienne’s nose, what she considers to be one of her worst features. More than once she has complained that it is too long and too wide not to mention patterned with freckles. Luckily the world did invent make up and Adrienne has spared no expense making sure that the rest of the world will never learn of the very bane of her existence. In her opinion freckles make her seem far too cutesy, a term that the young woman loathes completely. Nonetheless her nose really isn’t that terrible, paired as it is with full, pouty lips and high cheekbones it in fact defines her, makes her all the more appealing.
She also hates her jaw line. While most women like a square, thick jaw like Adrienne’s, she can’t stand it on her. She feels it makes her look almost mule like, and finds it to over-done against her thin neck and the rest of her tiny body. She does not accent it much, and actually prefers to underplay it by wearing her hair down to cover the harsh line.
The hair, being one of the first and last things mentioned, is really quite luscious. It falls in lovely waves over the young woman’s shoulders, thick and dark. Yet in the right light it can seem almost chocolate as opposed to it‘s real raven black. It also seems to change with the seasons, being much darker in the winter than in the summer months. Her hair is almost always perfectly groomed, though she never bothers to do anything overtly fancy with it. Beyond leaving it down (where it looks best) the only other thing she bothers doing is pin it up so it’s off her neck. Even then it never stays up for long, various pieces falling down to frame her face. The stray strands often get in her way, thus the habit she has developed of constantly toying with her hair, pushing it off of her face or simply twirling it around her finger.
Back to the body, time for a better look. She definitely has a lovely body. Adrienne is short in comparison to most girls, reaching only five foot two inches in height. It seems that the average height hovers more around five foot six, so Adrienne is often a bit smaller than most. Luckily the men are always much taller than her (usually at least) because honestly she would not be able to stand courting somebody who was shorter than her. Her legs are extremely long, giving her a look akin to a gazelle, finished off by her large brown eyes. Her build is typical to any girl who spends a lot of time outside. She’s slim and well toned with hardly an ounce of fat on her body due to the fact that she is constantly active and busy.
Her clothing style reflects her personality. She loves deep, rich colors for her dresses, colors that reflect nicely on her soft skin tone. She usually prefers a fitted bodice and a full skirt so that her bust is accented and her hips look wider, as is the desirable traits of a woman of the era. To say the styles of the English court annoys her would be an understatement.
When not before a crowd though, she is known to wear men’s breeches and an overcoat to ride in. She rides a large, Andalusian stallion and needs something she can more in easier than a dress sitting side saddle.
PERSONALITY:
As a daughter of France and holding a high position in the rankings of the court Adrienne is a very well trained and behaved woman in the public eye. She will do anything for her country and those she loves as she is fiercely loyal to them even if it brings great unhappiness upon her, but when out of the scrutiny of her peers and gossipers her temper and stubbornness will shine through like the light of day. She isn’t afraid to state her opinion and although it has gotten her a few slaps on the hand she continues to do so hoping one day that they will realize that she just a woman and that the she isn’t only good for marrying off as a bargaining tool and making children.
Her pride is one of her downfalls; she thinks very highly of herself and considers herself of great importance to family and to her peers. While it is a sin and throughout her life others have tried to get her to rid herself of it she can’t. She won’t back down in an argument with anyone, even a king. However she knows that there is always a time and a place for such unpleasantries and doesn’t want to embarrass herself or her court and therefore knows when to hold her tongue much to her displeasure and she has been known to be taken advantage of because of it.
As much as she has a dislike for her father, there is one quality that the two share, and a lot of the time end up clashing because of it is their temper. Adrienne’s anger is her biggest downfall as she has a very hard time controlling it and will lash out at anyone when she is angry that gets in her way. Of course she will refrain from yelling at those above her in stature but her servants and ladies in waiting have all had the unpleasant experience of feeling her wrath. However in private when there is no one else around if the person she is angry with is above her she won’t hold back as she is a lady of rank and feels she has the right let them know of her anger.
Stubborn to a fault, Adrienne rarely gives in even if it is best to do so. She has a compulsion to address every detail of things; this makes her a wonderful courtier but occasionally makes her insufferable as a friend or personal relationship. She has a difficult time admitting fault but knows this about herself and makes a conscious effort to be less biased toward her own opinion. She appreciates open-mindedness and feels hypocritical when she refuses to admit when someone else has a point and yet it is not easy for her to back down.
She wishes she could feel more loyal to people, but the truth is only a select few get this devotion and she is not quick to give it away or quick to give it back to someone she has taken it from. She feels heartless on occasion, feeling sorry for very few people and able to turn a blind eye to most suffering. Children and animals are the exception to this.
She loves balls and dances, especially ones where she came show off her education or talents. Vanity is not something she outright admits, but she does take some time working on her appearance, but this is no different than other ladies of her standing. Feigned humility is her specialty.
Though most of the European continent is either Protestant or Catholic, Adrienne would consider herself neither. While she would not call herself a full-blown Protestant, the idea of confessing her sins to a priest makes her cringe. She believes that if God wished to hear her pleas for redemption, he would rather them come directly to him than through a tainted priest that feels her up during a mass.
Determined and intelligent, this is a woman who knows how to get things done and will not hesitate to act. She commits to decisions but is versatile enough that she is able to change courses if the current one is not working. She attempts to take advice, but will only accept it from a few select people.
Cunning and charming, she can own a room with her stories (even if they are a little embellished), and is usually the bell of the ball singing, dancing, and, on special request, playing a violin. Her fashion sense helps in this as she knows exactly how to pick gowns that display her feminine features and attract attention with her bright colors and unique style.
The idea of marriage makes Adrienne physically ill. She sees no point in committing yourself to someone you cannot stand for the rest of your life. While she is not an idealist and does not believe every marriage should be for love, she does not believe that she should be forced to marry some man twice her age simply to further her family’s political agenda.
A passionate woman Adrienne has many things that she holds dear in her heart. The outdoors being one of them she never misses a ball or any of the many competitions the men like to take part in. However she herself has been doing archery since she was a young girl and has always loved it and will never pass up an opportunity to challenge someone, she usually always wins even if the person she is against has the intention of letting her win because she is who she is, however it becomes apparent early that she is very good and they then will try to beat her. Much to her happiness of course as she almost always wins.
She loves horses in general; the smell, the feeling of their coat, the fact that they only see in black and white and cannot truly distinguish beauty. She often spends most of her time with them.
RESIDENCE:
A large Georgian manor called The Rosewood Manor on the outskirts of town.
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Alexandre de Marque, 41, Former Marquis d'Apcher, living
Iseabeau de Marque nee Baptiste, 37, Former Marquess d'Apcher, living
Etienne de Marque, 22, brother, living
Dimitri de Marque, 21, brother, living
Felix de Marque, 20, brother, living
HISTORY:
Adrienne was born into high society. Her father, Alexandre de Marque is part of one of the longest bloodlines in France. Her mother, Isabeau de Marque (nee Baptiste) however, is from a family notorious for their bad bloodlines, but is considered to be one of the most beautiful women in France. Born with natural good looks and given the best a girl could have, the young woman was expected for great things from the moment she entered the world.
Adrienne was born the fourth child of the bloodline in the cold of the French winter. She was beautiful, even as a baby. From the beginning she was given all she could have. Private tutors graced her home every day to teach her Latin, English, German, Piano, Violin, and Cello, as well as a personal governess that attended to her every whim. She proved to be extremely intelligent, even from a young age, learning very quickly and at a more advanced level than most of the men her age.
She and her brothers were always very close, more so to Etienne than the other two. He was like a second father to her, and often was her protector in every since of the word. She often ran with them when she was young and did everything they did, including wrestling, racing, fighting, and gaining her fair share of scars before her parents could do anything about it.
As soon as she was old enough, her older brothers taught to ride a horse. Proving that she had a talent for it, she was given her first horse at age six. She often went on the hunts with her father and more often than not, did better than he did. Of course, when others came, she would stay in a riding habit or a full skirted dress. However, she did hate every minute of it.
When she turned eleven, she was then given a place at court, where an older, very wealthy Duchess Imilee d’Anjou found the young girl enchanting. She took Adrienne under her wing with little dispute from her family. She cultured the young woman, taught her the ways of being a lady and how to carry herself with poise and grace that attracted attention. The Duchess found her a rather pleasant companion and often took Adrienne with her everywhere, more so than anyone else. The young lady seemed to have a knack for charming people to get what she wanted, and in this case what she wanted was a place in society.
Despite that Adrienne was moving herself up through society; Etienne was the prodigy child of her family. He was constantly put out to be seen and shown off, paraded around in front of all the single women with any money for hopes of a marriage proposal from the girl’s family. Of course, Adrienne had no desire to marry off, so if she was asked to parade around, she would often act dull-witted and lifeless so men would leave her be. It worked for a while, until Etienne became betrothed.
Then, her family pushed harder for Adrienne to marry, despite the fact that she always pushed back. Her mother constantly told her it was an embarrassment on Adrienne that her brother would be married before she. But that didn’t bother Adrienne. While she had high dreams of her future, marriage was not one of those dreams.
When she turned sixteen, she was approached by the Duke Louis d’Anjou, the husband of her mentor, and was asked to become his mistress. Even though it had already been arranged with her family with the intentions of furthering themselves, Adrienne balked at the idea. She immediately, and publicly, called him down and asked the King for permission to leave court. From that moment on, her parents pushed her to the back and began furthering Adrienne’s little cousin, Emilee into the world of the court, which was perfectly fine with Adrienne. She enjoyed her new found freedom to the fullest extent.
That was until the Jacobian rebellion, and the execution of the monarchy began. With a price on their heads, the de Marque family fled, forcing Etienne to break off his engagement and her father to give up his position. Only then did Adrienne become close with her family again, but made sure there was a distance between them. She didn’t trust them, and she had no desire to learn to trust them.
They fled to England, to a small town by the name of Meryton that was far out of the Jacobian’s reach. There, Adrienne had to learn to reestablish herself among the people she normally would have considered much lower than herself.
YOUR NAME:
Nicole
YOUR AGE:
Almost 20
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE:
9 years at least on various sites
YOUR SAMPLE:
(( from a Game of Thrones site ))
Guenivere could not remember the last time she had seen rain. In her homelands, it was usually so cold that the rain turned to ice before hitting the ground. In King's Landing, it was always so hot with no rain to break the heat. Here, in the Stormlands, she finally saw rain. Warm, sweet rain falling from the heavens down into the encampment below.
Dark eyes watched the squires rushing around outside to move armor, clothes, and horses out of the downpour that was coming. Above them, thunder boomed and lightening crashed, and while that made most people hurry about their tasks, it seemed to soothe the young woman, so far from home. She leaned against the mouth of her tent, a cloak wrapped over her shoulders and her hair down to pool around her, held back only loosely by a ribbon.
She had been enjoying her time in the Stormlands thus far, but that was mostly for the sheer fact that it was a break from King's Landing. She hated that place, and any time away was a reprieve. She longed for nothing more than to go home, back North, where she belonged. She missed her mother, the Starks, her dogs; even the air here smelled different. It wasn't cold, and didn't feel clear in her lungs like the Northern air did. But it was definitely cleaner air than in King's Landing.
She nodded to the young boy leading a big charger past her who seemed unable to keep his eyes off of her. She was sure ladies were not common place here in camp. Sure they had whores that followed them (most likely courtesy of Littlefinger) but well dressed, refined ladies were an oddity here. She had noticed that when she had arrived a week prior prior. She smiled slightly at him, a half hearted smile, before stepping away from the mouth of the tent and letting the flap fall closed.
She had not seen Ser Hektor in three days, not that she was complaining. Sure, he seemed like a nice enough person when they were alone, but having him around reminded her that, soon, she would be married to him, share his bed, birth his children. It was not something she wished to think about at that moment. For now, she would enjoy her freedom while she had it, and do what she wished to do.
She moved across the tent slowly to the singular table by the wall that held the bottle of wine she had been given. She uncorked it, pouring herself a glass and picking up her book from it's spot on the flat surface. She then turned and levered herself up onto the flat top of the table, opening her book and beginning to read, listening to the torrent of the rain outside.
