Post by Elizabeth Bell on Nov 3, 2009 10:29:35 GMT
Player’s Name: Victoria
Player's Gender: Female
Roleplay Experience: Nine years
Name: Elizabeth Katrina Bell
Nickname: Bess
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Born: 8th of November, Year XXXIII [22 Years Old]
Appearance: Face Claim – Rosamund Pike
Elizabeth has the customary Bell complexion: pale hair, pale skin, periwinkle eyes. Although Bess is pretty, she is not strikingly beautiful. Nothing about her is particularly unexpected or exotic – then again, nothing is noticeably unpleasant, either. She has a naturally sweet face, and sometimes it registers an expression of more warmth than she feels. She is the tallest of her sisters at 5’8, quite thin, and less endowed with womanly curves than any of the other Bell girls. She is perpetually thoughtful, and it registers on her face; some might mistake this wistful lack of attention as sadness, but it is certainly nothing of the sort. When her attention is snatched, however, it is thoroughly and severely focused and her chin lifts in pride. Bess is poised and graceful, never moving too quickly or with harsh movements.
Personality:
----Contemplative
Bess is always wondering, analyzing and pondering. Her mind tends to wander to subjects unrelated to what most would deem the important things, like duty and marriage. Being bored with the daily monotony of village life, she is always eager to fall into a book (a new book is a rare commodity, and she makes sure to pick one off of any educated outsider passing through) or a long, quiet contemplation on the behaviour of birds. She has gotten looking interested in a conversation she is not focused on at all down to an art.
----Imaginative
Stories, romances, tales of adventure and exotic cultures – these are Bess’ forte. She doesn’t share it, even with her siblings, but she’s been known to scribble some guilty little tales of chivalry and bury them somewhere in the woods to ensure they are never found. It is also not too uncommon for her to accost travelers with a horde of impertinent questions, something thought normally against her nature.
----Witty
Elizabeth has a ready supply of sarcastic comments and clever phrases, though she doesn’t always offer them. She understands her need to avoid social censure, but occasionally the little brow-arch and sly smile precedes a murmured, teasing jab.
----Conflicted
She is constantly torn between two worlds: the one in her head and the one she must inhabit. While internally Bess is an adventurous, imaginative and independent young woman, she must always fill the expectations of her family and neighbours. The prime cause for her worry is her age; she is at an age where she is dangerously close to spinster status, and yet has not encouraged any courting on behalf of the young men of the village. It is expected for her to marry, and she wishes to meet these expectations, but still finds herself dragging her feet for the sake of her other-world whimsy.
----Stubborn
If Bess gets her mind set on something (which is rare; she’s a deliberator, not a decider), she’s can be just as stubborn as a mule. Her prime tick has always been men; she sees them all as shallow and dull. Thus, in her interaction with men, she can tend toward the proud and obstinate.
----Disconnected
Bess has admirers. She is considered a very good example for the girls in the village and is coveted by their bustling mamas. Despite this, she does not have friends. She is noncommittal and disconnected in the development in her relationships, making it very hard for her to be playful or trusting with anyone within her social circle.
Biography:
Elizabeth was born on the 8th of November in the year XXXIII, the first child of Olivia and John Bell. She was quite coveted by her parents, being a first child, and also well cared for among the community (for the Bells have long been revered, perhaps as much for their land holdings as for their respectability). The year after her birth saw the arrival of Erick, her younger brother, who quickly became the favourite because he was a male. In the beginning of her childhood, Bess resented him for it, but with the yearly addition of more sisters she and her closest sibling grew into something like a team. Erick understood and sympathized with her quiet, studious nature, and she sympathized in returned with his aggressive form of chivalry. Both shared a strong sense of honour and duty, and it helped them to bond.
After Erick, Mary Lynn was born. She was a very pretty little girl, and was spoiled rotten because of it. Bess and Mary Lynn never got along; in fact, they almost seemed exact opposites in attitude and conduct. Mary Lynn got herself into trouble, and got herself out of it with her charms; Bess was hard pressed not to criticize her wild sister right down into the depths of the earth. After Mary Lynn was Beatrice, who showed an unnerving lack of mental capacity early on and never improved. Although defensive of her, Bess could never tolerate her presence for long due to the infuriatingly insipid way that Bea could not help but act. When
Mercy was born a year later, Bess was skeptical, for her luck in sisters had been looking grim. While some might have said that Mercy’s case was unfortunate, Bess would have to disagree wholeheartedly. Although her youngest sibling was always teetering on the edge of death, locked indoors for the sake of her health, Mercy proved to be a curious, lighthearted and engaging girl with whom Elizabeth could converse openly without fear of censure. She had laid upon herself the task of teaching her sisters to read and write, but Mary Lynn seemed hardly interested and Beatrice just couldn’t master anything requiring long bouts of thought. Mercy herself could not read, as she was mostly blind, but she was as interested as Bess could hope in the content of the books Elizabeth possessed. Bess’ favourite pastime became reading to Mercy, and when she ran out of books, whispering stories of her own invention that had both girls giggling late into the night.
Now two and twenty, Elizabeth worries that the gossips are right, and that she has put off marriage too long. She fights her urge to hold out for her dreams, knowing that soon she must acknowledge reality and accept a match properly arranged for her, as is her duty.
Player's Gender: Female
Roleplay Experience: Nine years
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Name: Elizabeth Katrina Bell
Nickname: Bess
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Born: 8th of November, Year XXXIII [22 Years Old]
Appearance: Face Claim – Rosamund Pike
Elizabeth has the customary Bell complexion: pale hair, pale skin, periwinkle eyes. Although Bess is pretty, she is not strikingly beautiful. Nothing about her is particularly unexpected or exotic – then again, nothing is noticeably unpleasant, either. She has a naturally sweet face, and sometimes it registers an expression of more warmth than she feels. She is the tallest of her sisters at 5’8, quite thin, and less endowed with womanly curves than any of the other Bell girls. She is perpetually thoughtful, and it registers on her face; some might mistake this wistful lack of attention as sadness, but it is certainly nothing of the sort. When her attention is snatched, however, it is thoroughly and severely focused and her chin lifts in pride. Bess is poised and graceful, never moving too quickly or with harsh movements.
Personality:
----Contemplative
Bess is always wondering, analyzing and pondering. Her mind tends to wander to subjects unrelated to what most would deem the important things, like duty and marriage. Being bored with the daily monotony of village life, she is always eager to fall into a book (a new book is a rare commodity, and she makes sure to pick one off of any educated outsider passing through) or a long, quiet contemplation on the behaviour of birds. She has gotten looking interested in a conversation she is not focused on at all down to an art.
----Imaginative
Stories, romances, tales of adventure and exotic cultures – these are Bess’ forte. She doesn’t share it, even with her siblings, but she’s been known to scribble some guilty little tales of chivalry and bury them somewhere in the woods to ensure they are never found. It is also not too uncommon for her to accost travelers with a horde of impertinent questions, something thought normally against her nature.
----Witty
Elizabeth has a ready supply of sarcastic comments and clever phrases, though she doesn’t always offer them. She understands her need to avoid social censure, but occasionally the little brow-arch and sly smile precedes a murmured, teasing jab.
----Conflicted
She is constantly torn between two worlds: the one in her head and the one she must inhabit. While internally Bess is an adventurous, imaginative and independent young woman, she must always fill the expectations of her family and neighbours. The prime cause for her worry is her age; she is at an age where she is dangerously close to spinster status, and yet has not encouraged any courting on behalf of the young men of the village. It is expected for her to marry, and she wishes to meet these expectations, but still finds herself dragging her feet for the sake of her other-world whimsy.
----Stubborn
If Bess gets her mind set on something (which is rare; she’s a deliberator, not a decider), she’s can be just as stubborn as a mule. Her prime tick has always been men; she sees them all as shallow and dull. Thus, in her interaction with men, she can tend toward the proud and obstinate.
----Disconnected
Bess has admirers. She is considered a very good example for the girls in the village and is coveted by their bustling mamas. Despite this, she does not have friends. She is noncommittal and disconnected in the development in her relationships, making it very hard for her to be playful or trusting with anyone within her social circle.
Biography:
Elizabeth was born on the 8th of November in the year XXXIII, the first child of Olivia and John Bell. She was quite coveted by her parents, being a first child, and also well cared for among the community (for the Bells have long been revered, perhaps as much for their land holdings as for their respectability). The year after her birth saw the arrival of Erick, her younger brother, who quickly became the favourite because he was a male. In the beginning of her childhood, Bess resented him for it, but with the yearly addition of more sisters she and her closest sibling grew into something like a team. Erick understood and sympathized with her quiet, studious nature, and she sympathized in returned with his aggressive form of chivalry. Both shared a strong sense of honour and duty, and it helped them to bond.
After Erick, Mary Lynn was born. She was a very pretty little girl, and was spoiled rotten because of it. Bess and Mary Lynn never got along; in fact, they almost seemed exact opposites in attitude and conduct. Mary Lynn got herself into trouble, and got herself out of it with her charms; Bess was hard pressed not to criticize her wild sister right down into the depths of the earth. After Mary Lynn was Beatrice, who showed an unnerving lack of mental capacity early on and never improved. Although defensive of her, Bess could never tolerate her presence for long due to the infuriatingly insipid way that Bea could not help but act. When
Mercy was born a year later, Bess was skeptical, for her luck in sisters had been looking grim. While some might have said that Mercy’s case was unfortunate, Bess would have to disagree wholeheartedly. Although her youngest sibling was always teetering on the edge of death, locked indoors for the sake of her health, Mercy proved to be a curious, lighthearted and engaging girl with whom Elizabeth could converse openly without fear of censure. She had laid upon herself the task of teaching her sisters to read and write, but Mary Lynn seemed hardly interested and Beatrice just couldn’t master anything requiring long bouts of thought. Mercy herself could not read, as she was mostly blind, but she was as interested as Bess could hope in the content of the books Elizabeth possessed. Bess’ favourite pastime became reading to Mercy, and when she ran out of books, whispering stories of her own invention that had both girls giggling late into the night.
Now two and twenty, Elizabeth worries that the gossips are right, and that she has put off marriage too long. She fights her urge to hold out for her dreams, knowing that soon she must acknowledge reality and accept a match properly arranged for her, as is her duty.
ADMIN NOTE:
See, Pen?
I'm playing my own sibling too.
See, Pen?
I'm playing my own sibling too.