Post by Sylvaine Dubois on Apr 10, 2010 19:03:02 GMT -7
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*The Basics
Full Name: Sylvaine Aimée Dubois
NickNames: Sylvie, MeeMee (only by her father on rare occasions)
Age: 16
Alliance: Zallia
*How It Works
Personality Sylvie is seen by most as terribly shy, but who can be outspoken as a mute girl after all? She likes to smile and does so on regular basis, but every once in a while her face clouds with sadness or anger and then her eyes can tell stories words never could. Sylvaine is very attached to her father and can become slightly upset when she knows he's not around for a while, sitting in the Zallian Council of Nobles or conducting other business. She doesn't warm up to strangers easily, always afraid of getting hurt and being misunderstood, habits formed by bitter experience. However, when a person has ever proven completely trustworthy in her eyes, she will never abandon him or let him down.
10 likes
Her father
Sunny days
Horses
Horse races
Seeing she's accepted
Talking in sign language
The ocean
Salty breezes
Hearing tales
Dancing
Fantastic Mis Admin
10 dislikes
Being left alone
Being called "La muette" (mean nickname, meaning "The Mute")
People who think she's also deaf
People who refuse to talk to her directly
Thinking of her mother
Rainy days
Being treated like a small child because of her disability
Dancing with a guy who cannot lead
Being stood up on appointments
Cockroaches
Apperance Sylvie's rather small and frail for her age (around 5'2'')and many people guess her being 13 at best. Her face though is slowly losing the childish features, turning into those of a young woman. Also her body can show minor changes towards this direction already, if you look past the unshaped clothes she usually wears that is. Her father would often try to convince her to keep up with the fashion tendencies and dress as a young lady of her status is supposed to, but Sylvie thinks the less she does stand out the better. There is still some sort of infatuation to come to convince her otherwise…
Her hair is of a light hazel tone, sometimes even reddish in the sun and her eyes are are greyish green, the iris framed by a slim black circle. Her teint is pale but still healthy looking, and when she's happy her whole face lights up like a sparkling star, suddenly making her look older.
The Back Story
Parents: Vicomte Sebastien Dubois (43), alderman of Quind, Suzanne Dubois (dead)
History Sylvie was born to the noble family of Dubois as the only child of ambitious Vicomte Dubois and his young wife Suzanne. She has not many memories of the times when her mother was still alive, only vague pictures in bright colours that show happiness and security – a perfect life for a little sunny girl that is the joy and pride of her parents. Her father often tells her with teary eyes what a chatterbox she once had been, talking from dawn till dusk, commenting everything, laughing and singing.
But then happiness vanished from the Dubois family and a dark shadow ascended instead.
The old Dubois mansion had some steep and slippery staircases inside, which one better didn't pass running. Suzanne however had always been a lively young woman, loving to rush everything and even more to chase her little daughter throughout the mansion. One rainy afternoon the two of them were after each other again, screeching and laughing with delight as the chase got wilder and wilder. Up and down the stairs, even down into the servant's quarters. Sylvain was swift and so she had a slight head start, flying down the narrow stone spiral staircase with its smoothened out steps, down into the storage cellar. "Prends-moi, maman!" little Sylvie called over her shoulders, rounding a corner and she heard her mother laugh, but then suddenly the laugh turned into a sharp scream, there was a noise as if a bag of potatoes was tossed down the stairs… and then silence… utter scary silence. Distraught and confused Sylvie spun on her heels and ran back torwards the stairs. There was a bundle of cloth lying oddly draped across the last few steps. No, it was not a bundle… a dress… mother's dress. Big eyes followed the end of the cloth towards a head with a familiar face. The head was oddly distorted, and formely shining eyes now stared wide open and sightless at the ceiling.
A long horror-stricken scream echoed through the whole mansion. That was the last sound that ever left Sylvie's mouth.
PetsA white cat named Blanche and a palomino mare called Aurifère
The Master Mind
ooc name Gwen
Anything We need To Know, Or You Would Like To Say hmm… I love you guys!
Sample RP
I could just take tidbits from my other two charries, but I figured it could be a chance to get into her way of thinking.
"Sylvie, are you in there?"
The concerned voice of her father pulled the girl from her daydreaming while grooming Aurifère. Only a minute later he entered the stall. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright, chérie!"
Sylvie raised a hand from Aurifère's back and made the sign of "I'm fine, papa." Inwardly she sighed. It was so odd. When he was away she wished for him to come back, but as soon as he himself started to get over-protective she was instantly annoyed. This feeling was new to her. Had it something to do with growing older?
Sebastien apparently had some time to spare, because he leaned against the wooden stall door and watched his daughter groom her horse. "Has anyone asked for me while I was gone", he asked, switching to the sign language they had developed to make her comfortable. Sylvaine cocked her head in thinking, then nodded. Oh yes, there had been some other aldermen asking if he was to come to the exceptional meeting tonight. She indicated a mustache and a clear potbelly, then reaching high over her head and making dangling movements with her arms, grinning as her father started to laugh at her little charade. The images she had so vividly performed were unmistakable, and it was a funny game between the two of them, assigning prominent attributes to each man her father might be dealing with. "So Devreux and Gremin were here, eh bien, eh bien!" he mused and flashed her a conspiratorial smile. "Thanks for bearing the message, chérie, I better get ready for the meeting. Whatever they may want again…
Sylvie watched her father leave with a sigh. Another evening and possibly night of endless debates over inanities. How much better would she like to have him here when it was dark and the memories started to come alive… But it couldn't be helped.
Sighing again she decided to take a stroll down to the beach, where she could chase whitchaps until her sorrows flew away like sea-gulls. As soon as she had reached the beach she threw off her shoes and with a silent cry of joy ran into the receding waves, soaking the hems of her light blue dress.
"Ah, look who's there. La muette!" a voice suddenly cried out, and other voices belonging to a group of girls and boys her age, joined in. "Come, sing for us, Muette, we know you can." "Even the most silent man can sing like a nightingale when he feels pain", a burly guy she knew to be their leader commented. "Perhaps we should test it on her!"
Blinking away tears of anger and pain, Sylvie made the sign of 'loser' in their direction, squared her shoulders and walked off. Some days just weren't for her…
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*The Basics
Full Name: Sylvaine Aimée Dubois
NickNames: Sylvie, MeeMee (only by her father on rare occasions)
Age: 16
Alliance: Zallia
*How It Works
Personality Sylvie is seen by most as terribly shy, but who can be outspoken as a mute girl after all? She likes to smile and does so on regular basis, but every once in a while her face clouds with sadness or anger and then her eyes can tell stories words never could. Sylvaine is very attached to her father and can become slightly upset when she knows he's not around for a while, sitting in the Zallian Council of Nobles or conducting other business. She doesn't warm up to strangers easily, always afraid of getting hurt and being misunderstood, habits formed by bitter experience. However, when a person has ever proven completely trustworthy in her eyes, she will never abandon him or let him down.
10 likes
Her father
Sunny days
Horses
Horse races
Seeing she's accepted
Talking in sign language
The ocean
Salty breezes
Hearing tales
Dancing
Fantastic Mis Admin
10 dislikes
Being left alone
Being called "La muette" (mean nickname, meaning "The Mute")
People who think she's also deaf
People who refuse to talk to her directly
Thinking of her mother
Rainy days
Being treated like a small child because of her disability
Dancing with a guy who cannot lead
Being stood up on appointments
Cockroaches
Apperance Sylvie's rather small and frail for her age (around 5'2'')and many people guess her being 13 at best. Her face though is slowly losing the childish features, turning into those of a young woman. Also her body can show minor changes towards this direction already, if you look past the unshaped clothes she usually wears that is. Her father would often try to convince her to keep up with the fashion tendencies and dress as a young lady of her status is supposed to, but Sylvie thinks the less she does stand out the better. There is still some sort of infatuation to come to convince her otherwise…
Her hair is of a light hazel tone, sometimes even reddish in the sun and her eyes are are greyish green, the iris framed by a slim black circle. Her teint is pale but still healthy looking, and when she's happy her whole face lights up like a sparkling star, suddenly making her look older.
The Back Story
Parents: Vicomte Sebastien Dubois (43), alderman of Quind, Suzanne Dubois (dead)
History Sylvie was born to the noble family of Dubois as the only child of ambitious Vicomte Dubois and his young wife Suzanne. She has not many memories of the times when her mother was still alive, only vague pictures in bright colours that show happiness and security – a perfect life for a little sunny girl that is the joy and pride of her parents. Her father often tells her with teary eyes what a chatterbox she once had been, talking from dawn till dusk, commenting everything, laughing and singing.
But then happiness vanished from the Dubois family and a dark shadow ascended instead.
The old Dubois mansion had some steep and slippery staircases inside, which one better didn't pass running. Suzanne however had always been a lively young woman, loving to rush everything and even more to chase her little daughter throughout the mansion. One rainy afternoon the two of them were after each other again, screeching and laughing with delight as the chase got wilder and wilder. Up and down the stairs, even down into the servant's quarters. Sylvain was swift and so she had a slight head start, flying down the narrow stone spiral staircase with its smoothened out steps, down into the storage cellar. "Prends-moi, maman!" little Sylvie called over her shoulders, rounding a corner and she heard her mother laugh, but then suddenly the laugh turned into a sharp scream, there was a noise as if a bag of potatoes was tossed down the stairs… and then silence… utter scary silence. Distraught and confused Sylvie spun on her heels and ran back torwards the stairs. There was a bundle of cloth lying oddly draped across the last few steps. No, it was not a bundle… a dress… mother's dress. Big eyes followed the end of the cloth towards a head with a familiar face. The head was oddly distorted, and formely shining eyes now stared wide open and sightless at the ceiling.
A long horror-stricken scream echoed through the whole mansion. That was the last sound that ever left Sylvie's mouth.
PetsA white cat named Blanche and a palomino mare called Aurifère
The Master Mind
ooc name Gwen
Anything We need To Know, Or You Would Like To Say hmm… I love you guys!
Sample RP
I could just take tidbits from my other two charries, but I figured it could be a chance to get into her way of thinking.
"Sylvie, are you in there?"
The concerned voice of her father pulled the girl from her daydreaming while grooming Aurifère. Only a minute later he entered the stall. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright, chérie!"
Sylvie raised a hand from Aurifère's back and made the sign of "I'm fine, papa." Inwardly she sighed. It was so odd. When he was away she wished for him to come back, but as soon as he himself started to get over-protective she was instantly annoyed. This feeling was new to her. Had it something to do with growing older?
Sebastien apparently had some time to spare, because he leaned against the wooden stall door and watched his daughter groom her horse. "Has anyone asked for me while I was gone", he asked, switching to the sign language they had developed to make her comfortable. Sylvaine cocked her head in thinking, then nodded. Oh yes, there had been some other aldermen asking if he was to come to the exceptional meeting tonight. She indicated a mustache and a clear potbelly, then reaching high over her head and making dangling movements with her arms, grinning as her father started to laugh at her little charade. The images she had so vividly performed were unmistakable, and it was a funny game between the two of them, assigning prominent attributes to each man her father might be dealing with. "So Devreux and Gremin were here, eh bien, eh bien!" he mused and flashed her a conspiratorial smile. "Thanks for bearing the message, chérie, I better get ready for the meeting. Whatever they may want again…
Sylvie watched her father leave with a sigh. Another evening and possibly night of endless debates over inanities. How much better would she like to have him here when it was dark and the memories started to come alive… But it couldn't be helped.
Sighing again she decided to take a stroll down to the beach, where she could chase whitchaps until her sorrows flew away like sea-gulls. As soon as she had reached the beach she threw off her shoes and with a silent cry of joy ran into the receding waves, soaking the hems of her light blue dress.
"Ah, look who's there. La muette!" a voice suddenly cried out, and other voices belonging to a group of girls and boys her age, joined in. "Come, sing for us, Muette, we know you can." "Even the most silent man can sing like a nightingale when he feels pain", a burly guy she knew to be their leader commented. "Perhaps we should test it on her!"
Blinking away tears of anger and pain, Sylvie made the sign of 'loser' in their direction, squared her shoulders and walked off. Some days just weren't for her…
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