Post by Lady Amélia Donatien on Sept 22, 2007 15:34:28 GMT -5
Name: Amélia Constance Donatien
Age: Twenty-One
Gender: Female
Position: Dowager Duchess
Family:
Mother - Lady Marianne Boisvert
Father - Duke Gregory Hamilton
Fiancé - Duke Edward Donatien *
Daughter - Liliana Emmeline Donatien **
Son - Sebastian Donatien **
* recently deceased
** twins, two years old
Hair Color: White-Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'4"
Style:
Appearence: There are very few things in such a broken world that one might deem ‘beautiful’. In fact, there seems to exist nothing of the sort amongst the rubble and ruin that lay haphazardly in all directions. Waste – all of it – for miles it lays in all of its deformity, and so if there had been anything sublime to speak of; it was tarnished by the ugliness of the war-torn city. Amelia, the name that ironically bears the recognition of ‘fair of face’ personifies instead the intense darkness of the home that has since collapsed around her. It was as though she were purposely sculpted to reflect the disaster and bleakness that now wholly consumed a place that had been so full of vivid colour and resilient spirit. One notable difference that separates these similarities however, is the fact that – for all of her gravity, there is no bleakness to speak of. In fact, the most appropriate way to describe her striking countenance would be to say that she bears quite a great deal of volume. A horrific refinement so utterly arresting that simply looking upon her is a beautiful agony.
With a heritage as rich as the Donatien’s, it came as a surprise – albeit not an unpleasant one – that Amelia had inherited none of the stereotypical features associated with any aspect of either of her ethnicities. Instead she conveys something of a roman-esque profile, limbs abnormally long and thin; comparable to delicate bone-china liable to shatter into a hundred pieces upon the gentlest of persuasions. Her height, although it adds an air of superiority and regality, has lessened the evidence of feminine curves and steep dips commonly related to young girls her age. Unfortunately this also includes the coveted supple breasts that stand as a prevalent and sought after feature, standing as something of a landmark of womanhood. Despite her boyish figure however, it would be quiet a feat to deny that she has an enviable grace about her. Rhythmical in the way she moves and elegant in every sense of the word, Amelia carries herself in a fashion reminiscent of a queen amongst her humble subjects. Subtle gestures such as the lift of her chin and the perfected frown upon her lips are expressed artistically to demonstrate as much, expressed almost artistically across the haunted pallor of her sharp, dramatic features.
Perhaps her most startling feature, the colour of Amelia’s eyes stand as a metallic inky blue-green so dark it appears black at a distance, echoing the hue of the center of brittle sapphires dug from the deepest crevices the moist underground. Fringed in long, almost ornamental lashes which break like a wave across her cheek, and startling against the ashen colour of her skin, they carry the weight of her emotions within their mysterious depths. Many people have remarked that her slender nose and rosebud lips resemble that of a porcelain doll’s, eerily flawless in their placement and never giving anything away; such small details are all excruciatingly symmetrical so that staring at her for too long may cause one to wonder whether she’s alive or simply a life-size statue of alabaster and ivory. Sunken, shadowed contours, exquisite bone structure, high sweeping cheekbones and a pointed jaw do well to reflect the aristocracy coursing through her veins, rarely painted or made up in anything more than lotion and a dab of perfume.
It should also be noted, there is no uncanny resemblance to her parents, much to their dismay, save for the swirl of glossy golden curls which spill unbound over her small, sloping shoulders. It was the same blackness of her mother and grandmother’s hair before her, groomed with great care and left long and always loose, it stands as the only source of femininity about her person, occasionally dressed up in ribbons and ceramic combs.
Lastly, as it isn’t quite so relevant as some might assume it to be; Amelia’s attire is very simply put, tidy. The cloth is as expensive as one Pureblooded family would dare to invest in and custom-made to suit her awkward figure, or lack of one. Corduroy, suede, silk, stiff jackets and ties compile the extent of her wardrobe, and perhaps is somewhat more masculine than one would expect from a young lady her age. Pearls are her gemstone of choice before diamonds and she adamantly refuses heels save for special occasions.
Overall, roguish, intense, dark and mysterious are all attributes that would fittingly describe this peculiarity of the Donatien lineage. Yet for all of her outward flaws there is a commanding aura that surrounds her, beckoning for one to venture closer and take a better look. Not all is what it seems after all, and though her features are much too hard and foreboding to be compared to the softness of her siblings’, there is no doubt that she possesses an eloquent left forgotten and underappreciated.
Personality: Almost painfully obvious is the fact that Amelia’s policies differ quite substantially from those valued in current society. Although she takes her duties as a mother and the single-standing duchy of the small hamlet she’d inherited through her husband’s death seriously, there are still moments when she wishes she could do more in the way of achieving leeway for women’s rights and their independence, or least the potential for it. Running not only a household but a small, interconnected community as well has given her the opportunity to sample that sort of freedom that very few women would ever dare to even dream of. Although she is under constant supervision from her uncle, Amelia executes many of the decisions that would have been left to Edward had he still been alive. In this respect she has gained quite a lot of self-confidence and pride; both positive qualities if properly balanced. Her sense of self-discipline has also improved, although remains lacking for the most part and her time management skills can now be described as impeccable. Able to focus on more than one thing at any given time, she is able to complete the tasks at hand with ease. Her two young children seem to keep her youthful, and though she has a strict schedule to keep, she still manages to spend enough time with them to be able to watch them learn and grow.
Being born intelligent has never really granted her admiration or special treatment amongst her friends and colleagues. On the contrary, many men and women find her quick wit and sharp tongue distasteful. Always one to give her opinions where she thinks they are due has earned her very little aside from snide remarks and disbelieving expressions. Frequently labeled as a woman who has lost her way or even one who has willingly cast away her sense of self-respect and faith, it is easy to see why she does not have very many friends. It suits her well-enough in any case, mostly because she was always strong-willed and hardheaded, much to the displeasure of her mother and father. She is without a doubt dedicated and loyal, as well as aware of her surrounding environment and its occupants. She picks up on things quickly and has an astonishingly good memory. This has caused some problems with anyone who gets too close to her and says something particularly nasty; do not count on her forgetting it. Able and most inclined to hold a grudge, it does not count against her set of scruples to hold such an offence against anyone, especially if it involves her family. Exceptionally protective of the things she cares for, it would be extremely unwise to attempt to cross that line or test Amelia’s temper. Volatile enough on its own, she prefers to avoid anything that might provoke it. Fortunately, she has enough sense to realize that on her own she is unable to force the ideals of society to slacken and therefore does not make excuses that might enable her to display her more unladylike tendencies.
One of the most peculiar things about Amelia is that she has absolutely no interest in remarrying. Once Edward had passed away, she vowed that she would preserve his memory and raise their children as he would have wanted. Her mindset is surprisingly romantic, but that remains a part of her past which she has no interest in reliving. With a good deal of self-respect, any one man would be hard pressed to win her affection. Though she has no qualms with the desire for friendship, love is another matter entirely. For the most part she believes the needs of a man are much too suffocating and that tying herself to another would only destroy what she has built up over the few years her husband has been gone. As well, she has never found any who have been able to keep up with her, or else are intrigued by her starkly unique personality compared with the masses of other females that remain the perfectly polished ladies of court. Unwavering in her decisions and infuriatingly stubborn, that should hardly come as a revelation.
Despite all of her unusual quirks and uncouth behaviour, she is undoubtedly an incredibly strong woman who has been forced to carry many heave burdens throughout the lifetime. With the loss of her husband and the only love she has ever known, she lives for her children and wants nothing more than their happiness. Existing on her own terms and throwing her entire being – passion, soul and desire – into everything she does, there isn’t any one person who is likely to forget who this amazing lady really is.
History: Amelia hadn’t always been a rambunctious young girl. On the contrary she was raised to be picture-perfect and completely poised at all times, no matter the circumstance or company. Both of her parents had been immensely proud, beaming happily whenever they went to show her off at various garden parties and other social soirees where she was adored and admired. Being as lovely as she was, it still did not prepare her for the engagement that was fixed between her and one Edward Donatien at the age of three. Of course it was an economically sound arrangement that would ensure her family name would prosper and their reputations would be polished and held in higher esteem. Edward himself had been eleven at the time but he seemed as outwardly composed as she had the moment it had all been explained. Up until that point – on her fifteenth birthday – she had been dedicated to the daily study of household arts and the duties of a woman and future wife. She was polite, respectful, subservient, level-headed and soft-spoken; the all encompassing traits of the way a girl her age should be.
Upon reaching her seventeenth birthday, Edward and Amelia were officially engaged. Everyone celebrated. Various balls were held in their honor, though neither particularly lavished in the attention and gifts seemed constantly strewn about their homes for at least the duration of three consecutive weeks. For a lapse in time Edward’s severe cold, which his parents had calmly informed her own was common in his case, delayed the ceremony until the next year when he returned to full health if not much skinnier and paler. Amelia had – by the prompting of her mother and father – spent many afternoons alongside her fiancé’s sickbed. Initially her reaction had been one of disgust and revulsion, though she did not elaborate on it openly. Eventually though, as she held his hand and brushed away a strand of damp hair from his face, she grew to care for him greatly. Her growing feelings only amplified when one evening, his fingers clenched tightly about her own and his eyes opened to focus only on her with renewed interest and curiosity.
Married at the age of nineteen – later than was proper in her mother’s opinion – it took very little time for Amelia to become impregnated with twins. Everything was financially secure, what with her dowry and previous possessions all contributing to Edward’s income and savings, they decided there would be no better time than the present to go forward with making a family of their own. Nine months passed, and Liliana and Sebastian were born. Both Amelia and Edward couldn’t have been happier as they were both in pristine condition. Twins were rare, but a boy and girl were considered a blessing. Another half a year would pass when things would then take an ugly downward spiral. Edward’s pneumonia had returned in full-force and though Amelia paid for the best, most capable doctor’s in the country, none of them could do much but tell her to pray and watch over him with hope and unconditional love. That was not difficult for her, as she had never loved anyone – treasured anyone – as unconditionally as she did then. He passed away in his sleep with her hand in his own. For months she grieved, having sent Liliana and Sebastian to live with their grandparents for a time until she was able to compose herself and face society as a strong woman, rather than a broken one. Unfortunately something had snapped within her; she was no longer the girl who obeyed her parents’ every command or bent over backwards to satisfy the whims of society. She had changed, though whether it was for better or worse had never been completely established.
With no male relatives left alive, Amelia has since inherited all of his fortune and the small hamlet they both ran together. She has also taken up the title of regent to it all in the name of her son who will eventually own everything himself but is currently too young of age to do so with no other alternative.
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Age: Twenty-One
Gender: Female
Position: Dowager Duchess
Family:
Mother - Lady Marianne Boisvert
Father - Duke Gregory Hamilton
Fiancé - Duke Edward Donatien *
Daughter - Liliana Emmeline Donatien **
Son - Sebastian Donatien **
* recently deceased
** twins, two years old
Hair Color: White-Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'4"
Style:
Appearence: There are very few things in such a broken world that one might deem ‘beautiful’. In fact, there seems to exist nothing of the sort amongst the rubble and ruin that lay haphazardly in all directions. Waste – all of it – for miles it lays in all of its deformity, and so if there had been anything sublime to speak of; it was tarnished by the ugliness of the war-torn city. Amelia, the name that ironically bears the recognition of ‘fair of face’ personifies instead the intense darkness of the home that has since collapsed around her. It was as though she were purposely sculpted to reflect the disaster and bleakness that now wholly consumed a place that had been so full of vivid colour and resilient spirit. One notable difference that separates these similarities however, is the fact that – for all of her gravity, there is no bleakness to speak of. In fact, the most appropriate way to describe her striking countenance would be to say that she bears quite a great deal of volume. A horrific refinement so utterly arresting that simply looking upon her is a beautiful agony.
With a heritage as rich as the Donatien’s, it came as a surprise – albeit not an unpleasant one – that Amelia had inherited none of the stereotypical features associated with any aspect of either of her ethnicities. Instead she conveys something of a roman-esque profile, limbs abnormally long and thin; comparable to delicate bone-china liable to shatter into a hundred pieces upon the gentlest of persuasions. Her height, although it adds an air of superiority and regality, has lessened the evidence of feminine curves and steep dips commonly related to young girls her age. Unfortunately this also includes the coveted supple breasts that stand as a prevalent and sought after feature, standing as something of a landmark of womanhood. Despite her boyish figure however, it would be quiet a feat to deny that she has an enviable grace about her. Rhythmical in the way she moves and elegant in every sense of the word, Amelia carries herself in a fashion reminiscent of a queen amongst her humble subjects. Subtle gestures such as the lift of her chin and the perfected frown upon her lips are expressed artistically to demonstrate as much, expressed almost artistically across the haunted pallor of her sharp, dramatic features.
Perhaps her most startling feature, the colour of Amelia’s eyes stand as a metallic inky blue-green so dark it appears black at a distance, echoing the hue of the center of brittle sapphires dug from the deepest crevices the moist underground. Fringed in long, almost ornamental lashes which break like a wave across her cheek, and startling against the ashen colour of her skin, they carry the weight of her emotions within their mysterious depths. Many people have remarked that her slender nose and rosebud lips resemble that of a porcelain doll’s, eerily flawless in their placement and never giving anything away; such small details are all excruciatingly symmetrical so that staring at her for too long may cause one to wonder whether she’s alive or simply a life-size statue of alabaster and ivory. Sunken, shadowed contours, exquisite bone structure, high sweeping cheekbones and a pointed jaw do well to reflect the aristocracy coursing through her veins, rarely painted or made up in anything more than lotion and a dab of perfume.
It should also be noted, there is no uncanny resemblance to her parents, much to their dismay, save for the swirl of glossy golden curls which spill unbound over her small, sloping shoulders. It was the same blackness of her mother and grandmother’s hair before her, groomed with great care and left long and always loose, it stands as the only source of femininity about her person, occasionally dressed up in ribbons and ceramic combs.
Lastly, as it isn’t quite so relevant as some might assume it to be; Amelia’s attire is very simply put, tidy. The cloth is as expensive as one Pureblooded family would dare to invest in and custom-made to suit her awkward figure, or lack of one. Corduroy, suede, silk, stiff jackets and ties compile the extent of her wardrobe, and perhaps is somewhat more masculine than one would expect from a young lady her age. Pearls are her gemstone of choice before diamonds and she adamantly refuses heels save for special occasions.
Overall, roguish, intense, dark and mysterious are all attributes that would fittingly describe this peculiarity of the Donatien lineage. Yet for all of her outward flaws there is a commanding aura that surrounds her, beckoning for one to venture closer and take a better look. Not all is what it seems after all, and though her features are much too hard and foreboding to be compared to the softness of her siblings’, there is no doubt that she possesses an eloquent left forgotten and underappreciated.
Personality: Almost painfully obvious is the fact that Amelia’s policies differ quite substantially from those valued in current society. Although she takes her duties as a mother and the single-standing duchy of the small hamlet she’d inherited through her husband’s death seriously, there are still moments when she wishes she could do more in the way of achieving leeway for women’s rights and their independence, or least the potential for it. Running not only a household but a small, interconnected community as well has given her the opportunity to sample that sort of freedom that very few women would ever dare to even dream of. Although she is under constant supervision from her uncle, Amelia executes many of the decisions that would have been left to Edward had he still been alive. In this respect she has gained quite a lot of self-confidence and pride; both positive qualities if properly balanced. Her sense of self-discipline has also improved, although remains lacking for the most part and her time management skills can now be described as impeccable. Able to focus on more than one thing at any given time, she is able to complete the tasks at hand with ease. Her two young children seem to keep her youthful, and though she has a strict schedule to keep, she still manages to spend enough time with them to be able to watch them learn and grow.
Being born intelligent has never really granted her admiration or special treatment amongst her friends and colleagues. On the contrary, many men and women find her quick wit and sharp tongue distasteful. Always one to give her opinions where she thinks they are due has earned her very little aside from snide remarks and disbelieving expressions. Frequently labeled as a woman who has lost her way or even one who has willingly cast away her sense of self-respect and faith, it is easy to see why she does not have very many friends. It suits her well-enough in any case, mostly because she was always strong-willed and hardheaded, much to the displeasure of her mother and father. She is without a doubt dedicated and loyal, as well as aware of her surrounding environment and its occupants. She picks up on things quickly and has an astonishingly good memory. This has caused some problems with anyone who gets too close to her and says something particularly nasty; do not count on her forgetting it. Able and most inclined to hold a grudge, it does not count against her set of scruples to hold such an offence against anyone, especially if it involves her family. Exceptionally protective of the things she cares for, it would be extremely unwise to attempt to cross that line or test Amelia’s temper. Volatile enough on its own, she prefers to avoid anything that might provoke it. Fortunately, she has enough sense to realize that on her own she is unable to force the ideals of society to slacken and therefore does not make excuses that might enable her to display her more unladylike tendencies.
One of the most peculiar things about Amelia is that she has absolutely no interest in remarrying. Once Edward had passed away, she vowed that she would preserve his memory and raise their children as he would have wanted. Her mindset is surprisingly romantic, but that remains a part of her past which she has no interest in reliving. With a good deal of self-respect, any one man would be hard pressed to win her affection. Though she has no qualms with the desire for friendship, love is another matter entirely. For the most part she believes the needs of a man are much too suffocating and that tying herself to another would only destroy what she has built up over the few years her husband has been gone. As well, she has never found any who have been able to keep up with her, or else are intrigued by her starkly unique personality compared with the masses of other females that remain the perfectly polished ladies of court. Unwavering in her decisions and infuriatingly stubborn, that should hardly come as a revelation.
Despite all of her unusual quirks and uncouth behaviour, she is undoubtedly an incredibly strong woman who has been forced to carry many heave burdens throughout the lifetime. With the loss of her husband and the only love she has ever known, she lives for her children and wants nothing more than their happiness. Existing on her own terms and throwing her entire being – passion, soul and desire – into everything she does, there isn’t any one person who is likely to forget who this amazing lady really is.
History: Amelia hadn’t always been a rambunctious young girl. On the contrary she was raised to be picture-perfect and completely poised at all times, no matter the circumstance or company. Both of her parents had been immensely proud, beaming happily whenever they went to show her off at various garden parties and other social soirees where she was adored and admired. Being as lovely as she was, it still did not prepare her for the engagement that was fixed between her and one Edward Donatien at the age of three. Of course it was an economically sound arrangement that would ensure her family name would prosper and their reputations would be polished and held in higher esteem. Edward himself had been eleven at the time but he seemed as outwardly composed as she had the moment it had all been explained. Up until that point – on her fifteenth birthday – she had been dedicated to the daily study of household arts and the duties of a woman and future wife. She was polite, respectful, subservient, level-headed and soft-spoken; the all encompassing traits of the way a girl her age should be.
Upon reaching her seventeenth birthday, Edward and Amelia were officially engaged. Everyone celebrated. Various balls were held in their honor, though neither particularly lavished in the attention and gifts seemed constantly strewn about their homes for at least the duration of three consecutive weeks. For a lapse in time Edward’s severe cold, which his parents had calmly informed her own was common in his case, delayed the ceremony until the next year when he returned to full health if not much skinnier and paler. Amelia had – by the prompting of her mother and father – spent many afternoons alongside her fiancé’s sickbed. Initially her reaction had been one of disgust and revulsion, though she did not elaborate on it openly. Eventually though, as she held his hand and brushed away a strand of damp hair from his face, she grew to care for him greatly. Her growing feelings only amplified when one evening, his fingers clenched tightly about her own and his eyes opened to focus only on her with renewed interest and curiosity.
Married at the age of nineteen – later than was proper in her mother’s opinion – it took very little time for Amelia to become impregnated with twins. Everything was financially secure, what with her dowry and previous possessions all contributing to Edward’s income and savings, they decided there would be no better time than the present to go forward with making a family of their own. Nine months passed, and Liliana and Sebastian were born. Both Amelia and Edward couldn’t have been happier as they were both in pristine condition. Twins were rare, but a boy and girl were considered a blessing. Another half a year would pass when things would then take an ugly downward spiral. Edward’s pneumonia had returned in full-force and though Amelia paid for the best, most capable doctor’s in the country, none of them could do much but tell her to pray and watch over him with hope and unconditional love. That was not difficult for her, as she had never loved anyone – treasured anyone – as unconditionally as she did then. He passed away in his sleep with her hand in his own. For months she grieved, having sent Liliana and Sebastian to live with their grandparents for a time until she was able to compose herself and face society as a strong woman, rather than a broken one. Unfortunately something had snapped within her; she was no longer the girl who obeyed her parents’ every command or bent over backwards to satisfy the whims of society. She had changed, though whether it was for better or worse had never been completely established.
With no male relatives left alive, Amelia has since inherited all of his fortune and the small hamlet they both ran together. She has also taken up the title of regent to it all in the name of her son who will eventually own everything himself but is currently too young of age to do so with no other alternative.
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