Post by Félicité Canella on Oct 16, 2011 19:44:44 GMT -5
THE PRINCESS AND THE PEA
FELICITE CANELLA
Years ago, when I was younger,
Table of Contents
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Human
Where they reside: The Castle
I kinda' liked a girl I knew,
Story Summary
Likes:
- Pretty Things: Yes, who in their right mind does not love pretty things but it her case, it's a little different. Her heart near soars to the heavens upon beholding an object of great beauty such as a dress or a flower and she altogether feels calm and outright wonderful.
- Animals in General: Though they mess with her ridiculously neat and well kept facade, she cannot help but adore them. Mammals are a particular favorite, like hedgehogs, mice, cats and dogs and she cannot help but dote on them.
- Games: Felicite rather enjoys diversions such as cards and guessing games. She would be interested in more physical games such as blind man's bluff or even tug-o'war if it wasn't for her stupidly delicate nature.
- Bubble baths: She would stop near anything to just sit and soak in the warm water and perhaps play in the scented bubbles.
- The Finer Things: Expensive dresses, fancy ribbons, imported foreign goodies, hand carved furniture, the rare sip of champagne- she's a princess, why shouldn't she indulge?
Dislikes:
- Sleeping in Unfamiliar Places: It makes her uneasy to not know her surrounding like the back of her well manicured hand so having to sleep in an unknown place is outright impossible.
- Thunderstorms: They're loud, sudden and oh so frightening.
- Losing: Although she is usually cool, calm and collected, she utterly despises it when she loses a game or a bet. She is above throwing a temper tantrum like a child but there is quite a bit of huffing and silent pouting involved.
- Not 'Pretty' Food: If it looks like it was sloppily made, regardless of whether it is delicious or not, she will absolutely refuse to put it anywhere near her mouth.
- Her Vulnerability: Although being delicate is often seen as a true sign of a princess, it is incredibly inconvenient to bruise when the wind hits you too hard.
- Being Seen When Disheveled: Felicite takes great care in always trying to look the part of a perfect porcelain princess and if she is spotted in a state less than impeccable, she is mortified.
Any special traits or habits/quirks:
- She is incredibly superstitious though she would deny it upon questioning. If salt is spilled, she needs to toss a pinch over her shoulder, take cares great lengths to avoid stepping on cracks in any sort of paving, she has a compulsive need to make sure she is leading with her right foot when walking and the list goes on from there.
- She adjusts her glasses when she becomes nervous. Not just once, three times in succession.
- Felicite always keeps a pack of cards on her at all times.
- She constantly checks under seat cushions and mattresses before laying on them, just in case..
Fears:
- Uncertainty
- Loss, be it of small material items, money, people or memory.
- Thunderstorms
- Any and all things related to bad luck. She is ridiculously superstitious and is reliant on her little 'rituals' to keep her sane throughout the day. See "Quirks" for further details.
- Small Green Vegetables
She was mine and we were sweethearts,
The Story
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?:
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.
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) and things that go fast.
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 loves to play with numbers.
Story/History: As with most princesses, Félicité was born to a king and a queen who were delighted to have a daughter. They had given birth to a son years and years beforehand. All they wanted to do was ensure their little princess was safe, happy and very, very spoiled through her entire life. So much they wished for her safety that they rarely allowed any one outside outside the royal family to see, let alone play with or hold their baby girl. Despite their best efforts, Princess Félicité managed to sneak out of her parents sight as a small child to play with the children of the servants. No harm came of it until she was 4 and a tumble down the stairs during a game of tag ended up covering the girl in bruises and spraining her ankle. As soon as the king and queen found out, the servant whose children their daughter was playing with was fired and the girl was never allowed out of their sight again.
Being royalty, just that would not do. The young girl was never really allowed any sort of physical contact, let alone playing with children at all and her skin was not allowed to touch anything but the softest silks. When she was introduced to others, not even the customary kiss on the hand was permitted. After years upon years of being treated like she was made out of the most fragile porcelain, her body became as delicate as her family was treating it to be. Even a strong wind or a splinter under the cushion of an overstuffed chair could bruise her.
The king and queen had accidentally created a girl as delicate as a butterfly's wing. Instead of trying to toughen Princess Félicité up, they, out of guilt, began to spoil her even further. With a flutter of her eyelashes, she ensured that she would never have to eat anything she found disgusting even again. Like peas. However, she was not satisfied with that sheltered existence, even be it on the lap of purest luxury. As when she was a toddler, upon her late teen years she began to become adept at sneaking out of the castle.
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 Monegesque.
1 hour and 45 minutes until the real show began.
…that was then but then it's true!
About the Author
Nickname: Chauncy
Age: 20
Country: United States
Contact Info: You can PM me through either this account or 'YourFairyGodmother'
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.
