Post by faith on Mar 13, 2008 18:38:49 GMT -5
All About You
Name: Faith
Age: 17
Experience2 years,
Your RP Chararacter
Name: Christine de Chagney
Age: 27
Gender:Female
Height:5ft 6
Appearance:
Christine has flourished over the years, her rosy cheeks thinning out to show off her flattering facial bone structure. Her eyes haven’t changed and when you look into them you still see the little girl looking back full of innocence and naivety and they are just as big brown and round as before.
She reaches 5ft 6 and is extremely curvy, thanks to her corset she manages to reach a size 8 although it often causes her great pain. Christines favourite feature is, however her long dark brown tresses, which falls in curls, down her back to her mid waist.
Christine often wears her down with a silver clip in the side, as it’s too curly to bother putting up. She wears expensive silk dresses and whalebone corsets, usually off light colours like blue or white.
Personality:
Christine hasn’t changed much over the years, you might think the frightening experiences with the Phantom…her angel…Would have hardened her heart but it hasn’t. Christine is still the trusting kindhearted person she was 10 years ago.
She is a doting mother and adores her only child Charles spoiling him and doing everything she can to protect him from the harsh reality’s of life. Her attitude to Raoul has changed over the years, their relationship has become strained and Christine often finds her temper running short around him, which is unusual for her who’s usually so patient around people.
Class: High
Occupation: Singing Instructor and patroness of the opera.
Pets:White Stallion called Angel
Family:
Spouse: Raoul De Chagney
Son: Charles De Chagney (7 years old)
History:
Christine was born in Sweden, her mother died of cancer when Christine was age 6. It broke her heart and her fathers but they managed relying on each other for comfort. Her father took her around to travelling fairs where he played violin and she sang. Her father told her she had the voice of an angel, she loved singing feeling as if she where free when she sang.
Christine would often go to the beach where the young Raoul would come and they would take long walks the two where childhood sweethearts and Christine always remembered Raoul as the boy who ran into the sea for her scarf. Those days where the best ones of her young life, however these where not to last. Her father died when she turned nine and she was taken to dance in the chorus at the Paris opera house. Christine had never felt so alone in her life and at night would sneak out of the dorms to the church room in the opera to sing for her father and light a candle. That’s when she first heard the angel, her father had always told her she would be visited by him and suddenly he was here when she needed him the most.
Madam Giry encouraged her when she one day stayed after dance class to tell her about the angel, being young and innocent she didn’t notice the dark glint that flashed in Giry’s eyes.
The years passed and Christine grew older her voice flourishing, it wasn’t long before she had captured the new managers of the opera house attention and after the Prima Donna walked out she found herself taking the lead part.
Much to her surprise at that time Raoul her childhood sweetheart had become patron to the opera house and they soon renewed their love for each other. However things didn’t seem to stay happy for long, her angel turned out to be a disfigured musical genius that was possessively in love with her.
This terrified her and Raoul promised to protect her. But he couldn’t be there for her during a performance where the Phantom cut the chandelier causing it to crash into the audience and set fire the opera house. After a terrifying ordeal in the lair of the phantom she escaped with Raoul, she hates to discuss what happened down there and only thinks about it in her wildest nightmares.
Not long after she married Raoul and they moved away from Paris to Niece where they lived happily for a few years. After three years of trying for a child she finally fell pregnant, but problems occurred…Christine was still tormented by images of the ghost and spent many a restless night dreaming about him. She would often see him around every corner and leering out of the shadows of her home, and often dreamt of him killing Raoul, everyone she had ever loved seemed to be taken from her.
On one occasion she fell down a flight of stairs miscarrying her first pregnancy thinking she saw the phantom in a window. So when she did fall pregnant a second time Raoul confined her to her bed for the sake of her health and the babies.
She gave birth to Charles Louis de Chagney nine months later after a breech birth. This left Christine weak and the doctor recommended for her health for her not to have any more children.
Christine doted on the child, but her and Raouls relationship seemed strained. She much preferred to be in the music room singing or with Charles and didn’t appreciate his company. To tell you the truth Christine missed her singing so much, it was like apart of her had been ripped away.
It was then that Raoul decided to tell her the opera house had been refurnished and if she wished he could take her back so she could work there.
Her fear of the phantom had long since been pushed to her sub conscious with her son she felt as if all horrors had been a horrible nightmare she had made up. So she agreed to move back to Paris and become Patroness and singing instructor.
RP Sample:
((OCC: I cant find any old rp's of me as Christine I hope this is okay))
The sun filtered through Narcissa’s white silk curtains sending shafts of light on to her canopy double bed. Narcissa stirred and opened her eyes as she gazed around her large room. The room was finely furbished with an oak wood vanity table and three-way mirror, a large mirrored wardrobe stood opposite her bed.
Narcissa got up running her hands through her long blonde as she walked towards the window and drew open the curtains. Her blue eyes gazed out on to grand gardens and running blue water fountains. She smiled opening the window and breathing in the morning air.
She took a seat on her pink cushioned chair in front of her vanity table and started to go through her usual routine of apply creams and moisturisers before she started applying her make – up. She added the finishing touches a deep red lipstick before going towards her large wardrobe and pulling out a black dress and changing into it. It was well fitted and reached just above her knee. Putting a pair of red heels on she ran a brush through her hair and headed out of her room calling for a house elf as she did.
A second barely passed before a small female house elf appeared in front of her bowing graciously. “I shall have my breakfast in the conservatory” Narcissa said prudently, the house elf nodded, bowed and disappeared with a loud crack.
Narcissa made her way down the grand staircase and through the reading room towards the conservatory. She was pleased to see that her breakfast was laid out ready for her. She took a seat and a bite from her crumpet as she gazed out over the lake that was by the left wing of the house. Peathingys strutted by the lake and swans swam peacefully across it. Narcissa smiled how she loved the manor it was so secluded she didn’t have to worry about the rest of the wizarding world when she was here.
It had taken her along time to rid the images of the year before, the manor house had been used as the Dark Lords head quarters and there were many memory’s she’d rather forget. After the Dark Lords fall Narcissa had gone through each room and refurbished and redecorated to help those memories fade way into emptiness.
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Name: Faith
Age: 17
Experience2 years,
Your RP Chararacter
Name: Christine de Chagney
Age: 27
Gender:Female
Height:5ft 6
Appearance:
Christine has flourished over the years, her rosy cheeks thinning out to show off her flattering facial bone structure. Her eyes haven’t changed and when you look into them you still see the little girl looking back full of innocence and naivety and they are just as big brown and round as before.
She reaches 5ft 6 and is extremely curvy, thanks to her corset she manages to reach a size 8 although it often causes her great pain. Christines favourite feature is, however her long dark brown tresses, which falls in curls, down her back to her mid waist.
Christine often wears her down with a silver clip in the side, as it’s too curly to bother putting up. She wears expensive silk dresses and whalebone corsets, usually off light colours like blue or white.
Personality:
Christine hasn’t changed much over the years, you might think the frightening experiences with the Phantom…her angel…Would have hardened her heart but it hasn’t. Christine is still the trusting kindhearted person she was 10 years ago.
She is a doting mother and adores her only child Charles spoiling him and doing everything she can to protect him from the harsh reality’s of life. Her attitude to Raoul has changed over the years, their relationship has become strained and Christine often finds her temper running short around him, which is unusual for her who’s usually so patient around people.
Class: High
Occupation: Singing Instructor and patroness of the opera.
Pets:White Stallion called Angel
Family:
Spouse: Raoul De Chagney
Son: Charles De Chagney (7 years old)
History:
Christine was born in Sweden, her mother died of cancer when Christine was age 6. It broke her heart and her fathers but they managed relying on each other for comfort. Her father took her around to travelling fairs where he played violin and she sang. Her father told her she had the voice of an angel, she loved singing feeling as if she where free when she sang.
Christine would often go to the beach where the young Raoul would come and they would take long walks the two where childhood sweethearts and Christine always remembered Raoul as the boy who ran into the sea for her scarf. Those days where the best ones of her young life, however these where not to last. Her father died when she turned nine and she was taken to dance in the chorus at the Paris opera house. Christine had never felt so alone in her life and at night would sneak out of the dorms to the church room in the opera to sing for her father and light a candle. That’s when she first heard the angel, her father had always told her she would be visited by him and suddenly he was here when she needed him the most.
Madam Giry encouraged her when she one day stayed after dance class to tell her about the angel, being young and innocent she didn’t notice the dark glint that flashed in Giry’s eyes.
The years passed and Christine grew older her voice flourishing, it wasn’t long before she had captured the new managers of the opera house attention and after the Prima Donna walked out she found herself taking the lead part.
Much to her surprise at that time Raoul her childhood sweetheart had become patron to the opera house and they soon renewed their love for each other. However things didn’t seem to stay happy for long, her angel turned out to be a disfigured musical genius that was possessively in love with her.
This terrified her and Raoul promised to protect her. But he couldn’t be there for her during a performance where the Phantom cut the chandelier causing it to crash into the audience and set fire the opera house. After a terrifying ordeal in the lair of the phantom she escaped with Raoul, she hates to discuss what happened down there and only thinks about it in her wildest nightmares.
Not long after she married Raoul and they moved away from Paris to Niece where they lived happily for a few years. After three years of trying for a child she finally fell pregnant, but problems occurred…Christine was still tormented by images of the ghost and spent many a restless night dreaming about him. She would often see him around every corner and leering out of the shadows of her home, and often dreamt of him killing Raoul, everyone she had ever loved seemed to be taken from her.
On one occasion she fell down a flight of stairs miscarrying her first pregnancy thinking she saw the phantom in a window. So when she did fall pregnant a second time Raoul confined her to her bed for the sake of her health and the babies.
She gave birth to Charles Louis de Chagney nine months later after a breech birth. This left Christine weak and the doctor recommended for her health for her not to have any more children.
Christine doted on the child, but her and Raouls relationship seemed strained. She much preferred to be in the music room singing or with Charles and didn’t appreciate his company. To tell you the truth Christine missed her singing so much, it was like apart of her had been ripped away.
It was then that Raoul decided to tell her the opera house had been refurnished and if she wished he could take her back so she could work there.
Her fear of the phantom had long since been pushed to her sub conscious with her son she felt as if all horrors had been a horrible nightmare she had made up. So she agreed to move back to Paris and become Patroness and singing instructor.
RP Sample:
((OCC: I cant find any old rp's of me as Christine I hope this is okay))
The sun filtered through Narcissa’s white silk curtains sending shafts of light on to her canopy double bed. Narcissa stirred and opened her eyes as she gazed around her large room. The room was finely furbished with an oak wood vanity table and three-way mirror, a large mirrored wardrobe stood opposite her bed.
Narcissa got up running her hands through her long blonde as she walked towards the window and drew open the curtains. Her blue eyes gazed out on to grand gardens and running blue water fountains. She smiled opening the window and breathing in the morning air.
She took a seat on her pink cushioned chair in front of her vanity table and started to go through her usual routine of apply creams and moisturisers before she started applying her make – up. She added the finishing touches a deep red lipstick before going towards her large wardrobe and pulling out a black dress and changing into it. It was well fitted and reached just above her knee. Putting a pair of red heels on she ran a brush through her hair and headed out of her room calling for a house elf as she did.
A second barely passed before a small female house elf appeared in front of her bowing graciously. “I shall have my breakfast in the conservatory” Narcissa said prudently, the house elf nodded, bowed and disappeared with a loud crack.
Narcissa made her way down the grand staircase and through the reading room towards the conservatory. She was pleased to see that her breakfast was laid out ready for her. She took a seat and a bite from her crumpet as she gazed out over the lake that was by the left wing of the house. Peathingys strutted by the lake and swans swam peacefully across it. Narcissa smiled how she loved the manor it was so secluded she didn’t have to worry about the rest of the wizarding world when she was here.
It had taken her along time to rid the images of the year before, the manor house had been used as the Dark Lords head quarters and there were many memory’s she’d rather forget. After the Dark Lords fall Narcissa had gone through each room and refurbished and redecorated to help those memories fade way into emptiness.
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