Post by Rossana Doyle on Nov 15, 2009 20:17:11 GMT
Player’s Name~ Lexi
Player's Gender~ Cause I’m a Lady, That’s Why!
Roleplay Experience~ 4 Years
Name~ Rossanna Carmina Aileen Doyle
Species~ Human
Gender~ Female
Age~ 23
Appearance~ Rosie Doyle is a petite young woman who reached the height of about five feet three inches when she was eighteen and never got any taller. Her Mediterranean blood may be what kept her short, but it also blessed her with olive skin the color of pale honey and curls in her Irish auburn locks. Her eyes are the same ocean hue as her father’s and the dark coppery color of her hair (or so she has been told) matches her Aunt Aileen’s. Rosie is slender, with delicate looking wrists and ankles, trim hips and narrow shoulders. She is not obviously muscular, as some of the women of Benevolence are, but this is likely because she was never required to do any demanding agricultural or textile work to gain it. However, she is by not means frail. Though she would not e accustomed to hard labor, Rosie has never been idle. Learning her father’s trade as a gardener and her mother’s as an herbalist has kept her active and busy since childhood. Her arms have some tone to them from years of grinding herbs and spices on a mortar and pestle, weeding, and planting. She admits that though she has a tiny waist, there is little muscle to it and attributes al the strength in her legs to her love of horseback riding. Her pride and joy, before her books and before her garden, is her black Friesian stallion, Apollo. He was a gift from her uncle Caleb’s stables in Ireland. She raised the proud horse from a newborn foal after it’s dam died in labor. Rossana has beautiful bone structure beneath her girlish features that are a bit too exotic for her taste. It is not that she thinks herself ugly: on the contrary she accepts that she is pretty, but refuses to believe she might be beautiful. Having grown up around women of Celtic and Anglo descent, she is of the opinion that her features are too different to be truly beautiful. She’d rather be beautiful by Benevolence standards, like the Bell sisters. It embarrasses her slightly that her beauty is the kind that draws curious stares, questions and whispers: it is foreign beauty. She’d rather have Mary Lynn Bell’s straight platinum hair or Lilith Strangeway’s milky white skin. She finds Mercy’s fine straight nose preferable to her button with its hint of a roman bump and Elizabeth’s high Saxon cheekbones to her own. Perhaps if she lived with her mother’s kin in Cosenza, Italy, she would appreciate her Mediterranean looks, but then she just might have ended up wishing the Irish copper out of her hair and blue out of her eyes.
face claim~elina ivanova
Personality~ Rossana Doyle is a dreamer and an independent and always has been. She was taught to read and speak Italian as well as English by her mother and loves reading adventure tales and poetry as much as she loves poring over tomes of herbal remedies and plants. Her trunk of books given to her by her mother is, following her horse, one of her most treasured possessions. Rosie was an only child: pregnancy was very hard on her mother and after Rosie was born, her father refused to let his wife attempt to bear him another child, despite her insistence that she wished to give him a son to keep their beautiful daughter company. Perhaps it was because he never had a son that her father taught her to trap game and ride a horse bareback or astride as well as sidesaddle. As it happened, Rossana was preternaturally attuned to the behavior of horses and rode better than any of the men in the village: much to the dismay of her mother, she rarely chose to ride sidesaddle as befitted a lady. Instead, the silently stubborn Rossana simply hitched up her skirts and rode like any of the village boys. Her mother would jokingly blame the habit on her father who, in turn, would good-naturedly protest that it was his wife’s fault for giving their daughter nonsense novels to read that filled the girl’s head with fantastic notions. Young Rosie inherited a quiet strength and defiance from her mother and a wry sense of humor and infectious laugh from her father. No matter how shy or demure she may act, there’s always a quiet dancing energy behind her ocean eyes. This unlikely combination often takes people off guard, for while she is passionate and opinionated and party to some rebellious habits, Rossana prefers to keep to herself in quiet independence. This is partly because she never really feels she fits in, despite the fact that she was born in Benevolence. She is far from reclusive and unfriendly, though – in fact, she enjoys company and loves being around and watching other people. She simply prefers not to be the center of attention, as it makes her uncomfortable and embarrassed. She rarely speaks first, always feeling as though she’s sure to annoy whomever she addresses, instead preferring to be spoken to first so she knows for certain she won’t irritate anyone by speaking. She also has a quick wit and a sharp tongue and prefers to keep her often satirically biting observations to herself so as not to draw the sort of attention that would make her nervous. The only people around whom she has ever felt comfortable voicing her acerbic witticisms were those in her family. In the village, Rossana’s sweet and ready laugh is more recognizable to most of her neighbors than her voice. She laughs more often than she speaks. Once spoken to, however, she tends to reply with an enthusiasm and conviction that most don’t expect from one so quiet.
Biography~ Rossana Doyle was born in Benevolence to Emmet and Marina Doyle in mid-Quinqueber of year XXXII. Her father was the town apothecary and always supplied Dr. Placid with many of the organic ingredients for the physician’s medicines, even mixing them himself sometimes as they were ordered. Emmet Doyle’s family has lived in Benevolence for generations, providing specialty herbs in the small greenhouse that is his family’s legacy. The Doyle family had three children, Emmet, Caleb, and Aileen. Caleb and Emmet were always protective of their frail little sister, and assigned themselves early on as her guards of honor, treating the birdlike little girl with her auburn hair like a princess.
They were devastated when she drowned at the age of ten while out playing with some of the village girls. At the time, Emmet was sixteen and Caleb fourteen. They had been helping their father, Liam cut and stack firewood and had let their sister go out on her own. Though Emmet moved on, he has never forgotten his little Aileen, but Caleb never forgave himself. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he moved out of Benevolence in his eighteenth year to travel to Ireland and breed horses. Emmet remained to run the family business and the two communicate still by pen: sending each other a letter once a year around Yule time.
At the age of twenty-three, Emmet decided to travel, hoping to journey to Spain and France or even exotic Italy to bring back new plants for his father. He was gone for three years and brought back with him more than new herbs. Emmet’s journey took him first to Spain and then to Italy, where in the coastal town of Cosenza, he met Marina, son of a well to do Italian trader who sold produce from Toscana to the coastal cities of southern Italia and fish and salt from the coast to the farmers inland. He never made it to France.
Armando DaCosta was an educated man from a family in Salerno and his wife, Carminda was a Cosenza politician’s daughter. Although Marina’s family was apprehensive of their twenty year old daughter leaving the Mediterranean for the foggy isles to the west and wished she would pick a wealthy young man from Salerno or even Taranto or Firenze, they accepted the fact that Emmet Doyle was a hardworking and prosperous young gentleman. After months of debate, they let her go. The couple was married in Salerno and gifted with a sizable dowry, for which the humble Emmet insisted there was no need, but Marina’s parents persisted in giving them. They returned to England and Benevolence soon after.
When they arrived, Marina was four months pregnant and Emmet returned home to find his mother on her deathbed. She died three months later, promising Emmet she was dying happily because Caleb had written the year before to tell her of his marriage to a young woman named Kathleen, how their first child was a healthy girl and that they had another on the way. Now that she knew Emmet was happily married and his wife (whom she loved as a daughter though she knew her for less than a year) was with child, she could go in peace. Liam Doyle lived for two months after his granddaughter Rossana was born, then died peacefully in his sleep.
Rossana had a happy childhood; her mother raised her as an educated young Italian girl, but in her free time she preferred to spend her time outside and was somewhat of a tomboy. She lost her mother to pneumonia at the age of seventeen: she and her father mourned for two years. When she was twenty, her father went out one winter to check his trap-line in the woods and never returned. Always a reserved young women around strangers, the independent Rossana retreated even further into her solitude after her father’s death. He had been the one sturdy link between her and her neighbors, being a Benevolencian born and bred. Now her connection was usually contained to friendly business with those who bought her plants, herbs, and teas.
Rossana kept the apothecary open despite his death, and began advertising her services as a midwife to the village equines to give herself an extra source of income now that her father was gone. Certainly she knew how to trap animals and sell the furs herself but she was reluctant to venture near the tree line since her father’s death. She is convinced that one of the beasts in the woods was responsible for her father’s death, and if a strong capable man such as him could not save himself how could she hope to think herself safe in the forest?
Player's Gender~ Cause I’m a Lady, That’s Why!
Roleplay Experience~ 4 Years
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Name~ Rossanna Carmina Aileen Doyle
Species~ Human
Gender~ Female
Age~ 23
Appearance~ Rosie Doyle is a petite young woman who reached the height of about five feet three inches when she was eighteen and never got any taller. Her Mediterranean blood may be what kept her short, but it also blessed her with olive skin the color of pale honey and curls in her Irish auburn locks. Her eyes are the same ocean hue as her father’s and the dark coppery color of her hair (or so she has been told) matches her Aunt Aileen’s. Rosie is slender, with delicate looking wrists and ankles, trim hips and narrow shoulders. She is not obviously muscular, as some of the women of Benevolence are, but this is likely because she was never required to do any demanding agricultural or textile work to gain it. However, she is by not means frail. Though she would not e accustomed to hard labor, Rosie has never been idle. Learning her father’s trade as a gardener and her mother’s as an herbalist has kept her active and busy since childhood. Her arms have some tone to them from years of grinding herbs and spices on a mortar and pestle, weeding, and planting. She admits that though she has a tiny waist, there is little muscle to it and attributes al the strength in her legs to her love of horseback riding. Her pride and joy, before her books and before her garden, is her black Friesian stallion, Apollo. He was a gift from her uncle Caleb’s stables in Ireland. She raised the proud horse from a newborn foal after it’s dam died in labor. Rossana has beautiful bone structure beneath her girlish features that are a bit too exotic for her taste. It is not that she thinks herself ugly: on the contrary she accepts that she is pretty, but refuses to believe she might be beautiful. Having grown up around women of Celtic and Anglo descent, she is of the opinion that her features are too different to be truly beautiful. She’d rather be beautiful by Benevolence standards, like the Bell sisters. It embarrasses her slightly that her beauty is the kind that draws curious stares, questions and whispers: it is foreign beauty. She’d rather have Mary Lynn Bell’s straight platinum hair or Lilith Strangeway’s milky white skin. She finds Mercy’s fine straight nose preferable to her button with its hint of a roman bump and Elizabeth’s high Saxon cheekbones to her own. Perhaps if she lived with her mother’s kin in Cosenza, Italy, she would appreciate her Mediterranean looks, but then she just might have ended up wishing the Irish copper out of her hair and blue out of her eyes.
face claim~elina ivanova
Personality~ Rossana Doyle is a dreamer and an independent and always has been. She was taught to read and speak Italian as well as English by her mother and loves reading adventure tales and poetry as much as she loves poring over tomes of herbal remedies and plants. Her trunk of books given to her by her mother is, following her horse, one of her most treasured possessions. Rosie was an only child: pregnancy was very hard on her mother and after Rosie was born, her father refused to let his wife attempt to bear him another child, despite her insistence that she wished to give him a son to keep their beautiful daughter company. Perhaps it was because he never had a son that her father taught her to trap game and ride a horse bareback or astride as well as sidesaddle. As it happened, Rossana was preternaturally attuned to the behavior of horses and rode better than any of the men in the village: much to the dismay of her mother, she rarely chose to ride sidesaddle as befitted a lady. Instead, the silently stubborn Rossana simply hitched up her skirts and rode like any of the village boys. Her mother would jokingly blame the habit on her father who, in turn, would good-naturedly protest that it was his wife’s fault for giving their daughter nonsense novels to read that filled the girl’s head with fantastic notions. Young Rosie inherited a quiet strength and defiance from her mother and a wry sense of humor and infectious laugh from her father. No matter how shy or demure she may act, there’s always a quiet dancing energy behind her ocean eyes. This unlikely combination often takes people off guard, for while she is passionate and opinionated and party to some rebellious habits, Rossana prefers to keep to herself in quiet independence. This is partly because she never really feels she fits in, despite the fact that she was born in Benevolence. She is far from reclusive and unfriendly, though – in fact, she enjoys company and loves being around and watching other people. She simply prefers not to be the center of attention, as it makes her uncomfortable and embarrassed. She rarely speaks first, always feeling as though she’s sure to annoy whomever she addresses, instead preferring to be spoken to first so she knows for certain she won’t irritate anyone by speaking. She also has a quick wit and a sharp tongue and prefers to keep her often satirically biting observations to herself so as not to draw the sort of attention that would make her nervous. The only people around whom she has ever felt comfortable voicing her acerbic witticisms were those in her family. In the village, Rossana’s sweet and ready laugh is more recognizable to most of her neighbors than her voice. She laughs more often than she speaks. Once spoken to, however, she tends to reply with an enthusiasm and conviction that most don’t expect from one so quiet.
Biography~ Rossana Doyle was born in Benevolence to Emmet and Marina Doyle in mid-Quinqueber of year XXXII. Her father was the town apothecary and always supplied Dr. Placid with many of the organic ingredients for the physician’s medicines, even mixing them himself sometimes as they were ordered. Emmet Doyle’s family has lived in Benevolence for generations, providing specialty herbs in the small greenhouse that is his family’s legacy. The Doyle family had three children, Emmet, Caleb, and Aileen. Caleb and Emmet were always protective of their frail little sister, and assigned themselves early on as her guards of honor, treating the birdlike little girl with her auburn hair like a princess.
They were devastated when she drowned at the age of ten while out playing with some of the village girls. At the time, Emmet was sixteen and Caleb fourteen. They had been helping their father, Liam cut and stack firewood and had let their sister go out on her own. Though Emmet moved on, he has never forgotten his little Aileen, but Caleb never forgave himself. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he moved out of Benevolence in his eighteenth year to travel to Ireland and breed horses. Emmet remained to run the family business and the two communicate still by pen: sending each other a letter once a year around Yule time.
At the age of twenty-three, Emmet decided to travel, hoping to journey to Spain and France or even exotic Italy to bring back new plants for his father. He was gone for three years and brought back with him more than new herbs. Emmet’s journey took him first to Spain and then to Italy, where in the coastal town of Cosenza, he met Marina, son of a well to do Italian trader who sold produce from Toscana to the coastal cities of southern Italia and fish and salt from the coast to the farmers inland. He never made it to France.
Armando DaCosta was an educated man from a family in Salerno and his wife, Carminda was a Cosenza politician’s daughter. Although Marina’s family was apprehensive of their twenty year old daughter leaving the Mediterranean for the foggy isles to the west and wished she would pick a wealthy young man from Salerno or even Taranto or Firenze, they accepted the fact that Emmet Doyle was a hardworking and prosperous young gentleman. After months of debate, they let her go. The couple was married in Salerno and gifted with a sizable dowry, for which the humble Emmet insisted there was no need, but Marina’s parents persisted in giving them. They returned to England and Benevolence soon after.
When they arrived, Marina was four months pregnant and Emmet returned home to find his mother on her deathbed. She died three months later, promising Emmet she was dying happily because Caleb had written the year before to tell her of his marriage to a young woman named Kathleen, how their first child was a healthy girl and that they had another on the way. Now that she knew Emmet was happily married and his wife (whom she loved as a daughter though she knew her for less than a year) was with child, she could go in peace. Liam Doyle lived for two months after his granddaughter Rossana was born, then died peacefully in his sleep.
Rossana had a happy childhood; her mother raised her as an educated young Italian girl, but in her free time she preferred to spend her time outside and was somewhat of a tomboy. She lost her mother to pneumonia at the age of seventeen: she and her father mourned for two years. When she was twenty, her father went out one winter to check his trap-line in the woods and never returned. Always a reserved young women around strangers, the independent Rossana retreated even further into her solitude after her father’s death. He had been the one sturdy link between her and her neighbors, being a Benevolencian born and bred. Now her connection was usually contained to friendly business with those who bought her plants, herbs, and teas.
Rossana kept the apothecary open despite his death, and began advertising her services as a midwife to the village equines to give herself an extra source of income now that her father was gone. Certainly she knew how to trap animals and sell the furs herself but she was reluctant to venture near the tree line since her father’s death. She is convinced that one of the beasts in the woods was responsible for her father’s death, and if a strong capable man such as him could not save himself how could she hope to think herself safe in the forest?
ADMIN NOTE:
Whew! ^^ I didn't see her coming! You've been a busy girl, Lexi! She and Elizabeth have a lot in common. Maybe they could be friends?
Whew! ^^ I didn't see her coming! You've been a busy girl, Lexi! She and Elizabeth have a lot in common. Maybe they could be friends?
