Post by Félicité Canella on Jun 12, 2011 15:06:40 GMT -5
F E L I C I T E ✩ C A N E L L A
~years ago when I was younger~
Name: Felicite Canella
Age: 18
Fairy/Folk Tale/ Fable: Beauty and the Beast
Role: Belle
I kinda' liked a girl I knew
Physical Description/Biology: Félicité, is far from tall, standing at a mere 5' and despite her delicate facade, she is slightly muscular (especially her legs). She is also deceptively curvy up top; a fact which she tries to hide by wearing conservative blouses.
Félicité takes a certain amount of pride in her appearance- meticulously braiding her very long and thick golden locks every morning (along with constantly fixing her hair throughout the day) and refusing to part with her beloved barretes and ribbon. As a nervous habit, she constantly fiddles with her braid and tries to get it absolutely perfect.
As far as clothing goes, she dresses to impress. The amount of pride she takes in her hair can only be rivaled to the pride Félicité takes in her vast and quite elegant wardrobe. As for her glasses, they are most certainly not a fashion statement. As pretty as her aquamarine eyes are, she is very visually impaired.
Where they reside: A modest home in Port Town
Personality: Félicité, though quite proud and stubborn to the bone, is actually quite the social creature who thrives off human interaction. Cranky and snobbish as she may come across, ultimately she is quite easily flustered and emotionally vulnerable. Something a bit unexpected from such a snobbish girl is her kindness and sense of justice. She cannot stand to see anyone upset and she will do anything in her power for a friend in need.
She has a love of fine cosmetics and clothing but has an adoration of all types of dogs, cats, birds....most animals actually. Félicité comes off as serious but has mile-high standards for romance. She is a bit high strung and anxious but she has a passion for games of chance (such as any sort of gambling).
Félicité also has a very strong sense of aesthetics in terms of clothing, cosmetics and interior design and is known to refuse to eat something if it's presented in an unattractive way.
As strange as it may seem, she is quite the athlete and loves to play with numbers but dancing is her ultimate passion.
Any special traits or habits?: Her constant reading as well as adjusting her skirts, hair and glasses.
History: The youngest of three children to a merchant, Felicite is used to a life of relative ease. However, recently her Papa's wares had gotten lost at sea and, as a result, the family's wealth is slowly depleting. Her family recently had to move from their fine town house to a farmhouse on the edges of Port Town to try to keep costs down.
Believe it or not, she is by far the most sensible and the sweetest of her siblings. Instead of developing a sense of entitlement from losing her mother at a young age like her siblings, she instead got a sense of duty to protect her Papa. Even now with Papa out traveling, she worries every minute about his health. Of course, since he is out traveling her siblings expect presents when he returns and she is no exception. However, instead of fine clothing or jewelry {which she already has in buckets!}, all Felicite wants is a single rose.
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?: Either enough wealth so her Papa never has to work again or a perfect hair day every day.
~she was mine and we were sweethearts~
Roleplay Sample: Two hours. Two hours and one minute for Félicité to wait. Two hours, 1 minute and 46 seconds exactly. The curtains would rise, the orchestra would start up and the dancers would seemingly float across stage and express a story of heart ache without a single word being said. Two hours, 1 minute and 30 seconds until she would be whisked away into the land of frivolousness where the ballerinas in uncomfortable costumes, in severe pain from having to pirouette the night away in toe shoes seemed to be walking on clouds.
Tapping her freshly manicured nails to the steering wheel of the nondescript but fine black convertible she pushed up her dark sunglasses and waited. At last, her cue was given! Speeding off into a back alley and weaving her way to a main road, somehow avoiding a single red light, she smirked at the adrenaline rush the wind whipping through her hair gave the young woman.
1 hour and 45 minutes until the real show began.
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~that was then but then it's true~
Nickname: Chauncy
Age: 19
Contact Info: I'm your lovely admin~!
~I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts
'cause I don't care if I lose my mind, I'm already cursed~
