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Character(s) Kitty's Characters (misspelling for alliteration is dumb)
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Character(s) Kitty's Characters (misspelling for alliteration is dumb)
Name: Della Rayne Sasse
Age: 25
Gender: Female, but views gender overall as an outdated concept
Major: Magical Culture Studies
High school attended: Ludwig's Academy of Higher Magic
Magical Awakening: She always knew she was magic, but her first time successfully completing a spell was with her mother; Della's pet betta Rocky had died, and she was an emotional wreck. So after she watched her best friend be flushed down the toilet, bawling her eyes out, her mother taught her a self-calming spell. As Della repeated her mother's words, she felt a warmth spread through her, and all her sorrows- her guilt, her sadness, her loneliness- were lifted from her as if she had seen the sun for the first time in months.
Most powerful spell/ability: Clairvoyance ~ particularly helpful for finding out about cultures first-hand
History: Being the daughter of two witches, Della was raised with the expectation of being magic. She was surrounded by magic for her whole life, no matter where her family traveled. Her father, Bernard, is an international witches' rights lawyer, going all around the world to defend magical beings being persecuted, and her mother, Augusta, was an author who specialized in magical ethics and philosophy, writing everything from practical spellbooks to full philosophical texts about what it means to be gifted with magic. She met an array of witches from vastly different backgrounds and countries and developed an early interest in how different, yet how beautifully similar, magical beings were. She was homeschooled for most of her life until she was old enough to attend one of the oldest, most prestigious high school for witches, Ludwig's Academy in Waterford, Ireland. It was there she met Ashleigh McMullan, and their friendship quickly turned into romance. They had been together for 6 years, even got engaged on Della's 21st birthday, but when Ashleigh started vomiting throughout the day and stopped menstruating, Della knew it was over. In the three and half years since, Della still hasn't dated, let alone found a meaningful relationship of any sort. While unfathomably lonely, she's had a perfect transcript since.
Personality: Suffers from RBF ~ Queen of Sarcasm and Desert Dry Humour ~ Emotional AF internally, outwardly can't seem to be bothered ~ Loves a challenge ~ Almost obsessively into dogs
Appearance: Loves grunge fashion (matches her face) ~ "Yes, it's natural, and no, you can't touch it." - Della on her hair ~ Keeps her nails coloured with a spell (never chips, no mess, she loves it)
Job at the college: Weekend cocktail waitress at the campus bar
Full Name: Desdemona Alice Kidward
Birthday: September 23rd, 1878
Age: 22
Personality: Taciturn ~ Intelligent ~ Driven ~ Sensitive ~ INTP
Biography: Lord Edmund Kidward was an attractive and charismatic man, and therefore bound to attract a certain amount of attention. Just weeks after his wife, Lady Adelaide, bore his first son, Collin, screams could be heard coming from the servants quarters as a maid named Elsie Prichett gave birth to his beautiful baby girl. She didn't survive the night. Filled with maternal hormones, Adelaide reluctantly agreed to allow the girl to be raised in the manor under the exception that she was to receive nothing in the will. She had given birth to a legitimate male heir, after all, her place had been secured. So Desdemona grew up alongside Collin, learning from some of the best tutors, being presented at Court like any other nobleman's daughter, and wearing fine dresses, but none of that seemed to quiet the hushed whispers she would hear among the other noble families about her disgraceful bastard status. Underneath the eloquent facade of a well-educated and ambitious young woman was an insecure little girl who wanted nothing more than to simply feel valuable and loved. Her and Collin, despite having been the best of friends as children, were quickly made aware by those around them the difference in their status, and grew apart due to toxic classism.
Likes: Reading, especially poetry (finding newer poets is one of her passions) ~ Strolls in the garden ~ Horseback riding ~ Politics
Dislikes: Arrogance ~ The dark ~ Societal expectations ~ Green teas
Other: Her favourite poet is Keats ~ Dreams of becoming a Privy to the crown ~ Adores French-made hats ~ Misses Collin greatly
Birthday: September 23rd, 1878
Age: 22
Personality: Taciturn ~ Intelligent ~ Driven ~ Sensitive ~ INTP
Biography: Lord Edmund Kidward was an attractive and charismatic man, and therefore bound to attract a certain amount of attention. Just weeks after his wife, Lady Adelaide, bore his first son, Collin, screams could be heard coming from the servants quarters as a maid named Elsie Prichett gave birth to his beautiful baby girl. She didn't survive the night. Filled with maternal hormones, Adelaide reluctantly agreed to allow the girl to be raised in the manor under the exception that she was to receive nothing in the will. She had given birth to a legitimate male heir, after all, her place had been secured. So Desdemona grew up alongside Collin, learning from some of the best tutors, being presented at Court like any other nobleman's daughter, and wearing fine dresses, but none of that seemed to quiet the hushed whispers she would hear among the other noble families about her disgraceful bastard status. Underneath the eloquent facade of a well-educated and ambitious young woman was an insecure little girl who wanted nothing more than to simply feel valuable and loved. Her and Collin, despite having been the best of friends as children, were quickly made aware by those around them the difference in their status, and grew apart due to toxic classism.
Likes: Reading, especially poetry (finding newer poets is one of her passions) ~ Strolls in the garden ~ Horseback riding ~ Politics
Dislikes: Arrogance ~ The dark ~ Societal expectations ~ Green teas
Other: Her favourite poet is Keats ~ Dreams of becoming a Privy to the crown ~ Adores French-made hats ~ Misses Collin greatly
I will win in life, and they'll soon call me Boss.
And I hope to have the kindness to forget that they once called me Loser.
name: Ophelia Louise Kreston
nickname: none
age: 18, January 13th
gender: female
heritage: pure-blood
sexuality: heterosexual
crush: Lockie James
bf/gf: n/a
parents: Rebecca Kreston and Frances Kreston (deceased)
siblings: n/a
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nationality: English
hair colour: Blonde
eye colour: Dark, dull blue
build: Slender and toned
height: 5'6"
weight: 120lbs
other: Seer
- ______
likes:
Popcorn, coffee, muggle fantasy books
dislikes:
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Jelly Beans, dishonesty, her visions
+ve traits:
Intelligent ~ Sweet ~ Helpful
-ve traits:
Quiet ~ Impatient ~ Stubborn
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fears
- Spiders ~ Loneliness ~ The dark
- Ophelia had always just "known things," as her parents had put it. A true seer, she has the ability to see glimpses of the future. No one had really minded her gift until her father had to go the States on a business trip when she was 9. After he left, Ophelia had her first truly terrifying vision. She ran to her mother crying, telling her, "Get Daddy home, he's in danger, please Mommy! He won't come back if we don't make him come home now!" The States Ministry wasn't able to find her father in time. He had been beaten and shot by a gang of muggles. When the Ministry delivered the news to the Kreston women, her mother looked at Ophelia with a fear that she had never seen before. Since then and to this day, they have a very strained relationship. Her mother is always curt and emotionless towards Ophelia, and in her time at Hogwarts, her mother has only sent her two letters. She still tries to avoid using her gift and has learned how to snuff out visions before they start happening. However, it is not fool-proof so she does still have to deal with one on occasion.
patronus
- Swan
- Her mother looking at her in fear after her father died
- A hedgehog named Lucius who likes to hang out in the pocket of her robes
role
- "The people who you live with and see everyday aren't necessarily family; families are made up of people who care, love, and bring out the best in you"
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Full Name: Serena Simmons
Nickname: None
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 5'6"
Nationality: English
Personality: Serena is cheerful and fun-loving, an overall joy to be around. However, due to some traumatic experiences, she tries not to get too close to anyone, despite craving a deeper relationship with someone that isn't her horse. She believes nature is a force worthy of more than respect and admiration, deserving almost a spiritual worship, and is queen of home remedies. Often referred to by others as a horse whisperer, Serena has a talent in calming down spooked, angry, injured/sick, and otherwise unfriendly horses.
Role: Dressage Coach
Horse: Chester
Riding Discipline: Endurance riding and dressage
Other: Serena ran away with an ex-boyfriend (now in jail) from a bad home situation when she was 16 and got the job with Alberta Avalanche in order to keep Chester there. She's won multiple national competitions with Chester but prefers teaching over competing.
Stable Name: Chester
Show Name: He Who Watches the Stars
Age: 6 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Arabian
Height: 4'10"
Main Discipline: Chester has the most amount of awards in endurance races, but has done just about every type of competition. He's best in endurance races and dressage.
Personality: Chester, due to his breed, can get a little hot-headed at times, and has been known to bite strangers. A spirited horse, nothing gets him more excited than long runs in the surrounding area of Alberta Avalanche. He's very attached to Serena and has been known to get himself into sticky situations trying to follow her around (he's infamous for getting stuck in her cabin door).
Level/Rank: Advanced
Other: His favourite snack is dandelions and he's scared of the long pool jump due to an unfortunate accident at a show that left him with a leg cast for several weeks.
NAME
NAME MEANING
Eolande Sidhean, aye-oh-lawn-day sheen
Violet Flower
AGE
HEIGHT
Appears to be in early 20s
5'6"
UNIVERSE
RACE
GENDER
ORIENTATION
Cis Female
Heterosexual
CRUSH
FRIENDS
Leiftan
Leiftan, Ezarel, Miiko,
Jamon, and Ewelein
GUARD
COMPANION
Absynthe
When you fall for someone...
i. Family BeginningsxxThe Sidhe fae live outside of the city gates in the plains, and are a group that values community parenting; they consider their whole tribe family. When Eolande was young, the crops of Eldarya started failing, and very quickly food had to be rationed. This was how a relatively shy, reserved tribe finally came to the City of El for help. The leader of the Sidhe and Eolande's father, Aelfdene Sidhean, was very prideful in his people, but when his youngest son died of malnourishment, he knew something had to be done to help his people. And though hating it, Aelfdene got down on one knee to the Guards' leader at the time and admitted he needed help, pleading. When he came home with enough rations for the community for a week, and a promise of weekly deliveries of more henceforth, he felt more remorse from admitting the Sidhe needed help than he did grateful from feeding his people. In an effort to cheer her father up, Eolande decided to make him a potion to help make him happy, but first she had to find the ingredients...
...it feels like when you...
ii. Friendships FormxxSo Eolande, in her preteen age, goes out to the Woods to find special herbs. Some time into her search, she was startled by sometime sitting on a low hanging branch behind her. The boy was about her age, and had bright blue hair. He asked her what she was searching for, and then offered to help her find the ingredients and help make the potion. Her new friend, Ezarel, told her it was his dream to be head of the Absynthe guard and make all kinds of potions to help the Guardians, so he needed all the practice he could get. Unfortunately, the potion's effects only lasted a few days,
so Eolande and Ezarel went out for more ingredients. Now, one would think they would have done the logical thing and make a stockpile of the potions for her father's depression, but the pair decided to make their herb hunt a usual thing. As they grew older,
they started to experiment with more and more potions, and finally, many years later, the day came when Ezarel decided they were ready to join the Guards...
...finally feel the sun on your face...
iii. A Purpose is FoundxxIt took much convincing of Aelfdene to let his heir join the Guards he was so spiteful of, but once Ezarel brought up the idea of it being a way to repay them at least and make it feel like less of a handout, he caved. Until the day of the test, Eolande had never actually been inside of the Hall of Guards. She'd gotten close on her and Ez's trips to the marketplace, but that was about it. Her mouth dropped open in awe in it's magnificent beauty and she knew she'd found the place she was meant to be. Her and her childhood friend's skills gained improved much quicker with the guidance of the Absynthe Guard than ever before. It was only a matter of days before Eolande found her companion, Iris, on a late night ingredient scout with Ezarel. The first friendships she made in the Guards were with Jamon and Ewelein. She just found them so sweet that it was impossible not to adore them. A few days after came Miiko, after she got drunk at the party following the ceremony that appointed her Leader of the Light Guard. Miiko had sauntered over to the girl she'd only had small talk with previously uneasily and whispered in Eolande's ear, slurring slightly, "I'm terrified I'm going to fail at this, Eo, and you've got a really good head on you, so I wanted your opinion, it would mean a lot to me." Eolande felt Miiko's love for the inhabitants of Eldarya,and has since not really been able to say a bad word about Miiko and they've been close ever since. However, the morning after the party, a young man approached her in the alchemy lab, saying Ewelein sent him here to ask for something to soothe Miiko's headache...
...after days of rain...
iv. 'Oh my, he's cute...'xxEolande fell silent, unable to find words until Ezarel nudged her back to reality. He asked her how long she'd been in the Guards, and upon hearing she'd only been there a few weeks, he plainly said, "Makes sense, I would've remembered you if I'd met you before," followed by an offer of training and answers to any questions she may have. After she finished with the remedy and Leiftan took his leave, Ezarel suggested taking him up on the training offer, "and besides, you could use a little interaction with the opposite sex, if you get me."
...and when they fall for you...
v. To Be or Not To BexxIt took about a year of nervous friendship for Eo to admit to Ezarel that she liked Leiftan. In the years since, he's either constantly pushed her to make a move or teased her playfully for it,
but despite his insistence, she has yet to pick up the courage to do it.
...it's like looking over...
vi. More to the StoryxxEolande tends to be a bit more reserved and timid than most members of the Guards, likely due to her people's societal unwillingness to engage with other fae species, but she is friendly, so she's working on that. She doesn't have as much talent in alchemy as Ezarel, hence why she answers to him now, but she's always been the one winning all their hand-to-hand practice fights. She has a bit of Ez's sarcasm and dry humour, be it that she was always like that and just never got out and about enough to show it or Ezarel rubbed off of her, though, no one really knows. Aware of how self-harming the Sidhe pride can be, Eo tries to be more humble and admit when she needs help, but can't always help what's bred into her. She has a strong loyalty to her tribe, but craves the individuality and freedom the Guards give.
...and seeing a double rainbow.
Whisperer of the Realms - Voa sra Uisromdekr
Age: 25
Birthdate:
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Doesn't care enough to put a label on it, just appreciates beauty
Race: Ceerbe
Height/Weight: 5'9", 125lbs
Theme Song: You're the Dream I Never Want to Wake Up From
Allegiance: None, besides her personal morals and goals
Weapons/Equipment: A small athame tied around her waist
Powers/Magical Abilities: Has at minimum a basic grasp of all Magis but only uses it when necessary,
Beliefs: The truth of the world, as told by her people, though she isn't too keen on speaking about it with non-Ceerbe
Profession: Scholar
Birthplace: Nernn
- Reserved
- Whimsical
- Driven
- Observant
- Aloof
- Strong-Minded
Voa (pronounced vawh, the v so understretched it's halfway to an f) had lived a fairly normal life for the Ceerbe's of Nernn, though even as a child she was well known among the Cuimcer as being overly curious about the lands beyond. Her grandmother and a member of the Cuimcer, Kaaelai, indulged her with stories, both real and fictional, of the great beyond. The rest of the Cuimcer was against her indulgences, claiming Voa's obsession dangerous. But she kept at it, even though it was never enough for the Ceerbe. One of Voa's favourite stories was that of Ozai and Will'O'Wisp, and as she aged she started developing her own theories about Whisperia and its portals.
This only worsened when her beloved grandmother succumbed to old age at 132. Even knowing the odd of the Cuimcer agreeing with her were little to none, the young girl (17 at the time) asked for assistance in researching Whisperia's lands further, exploring the depths as deeply as possible, in hopes that she may come across her grandmother's spirit. They refused and dubbed her Voa sra Uisromdekr, or Voa the Outlandish. She receded with her ideas for some time, but never gave up on them. It was only two years later that Voa finally left Nernn on her own, heading directly to the Emerald Keep, and from there, Whisperia.
News of a Ceerbe traveler in the city spread fairly quickly, and it was one of the few times Ellarian Balxalim was in. It seemed only natural for them to seek one another out. They made quick friends and frequently help one another out in regards to Whisperia. For the past several years, Voa has been either in Whisperia researching or The Emerald Keep recovering and stocking up on supplies.
This only worsened when her beloved grandmother succumbed to old age at 132. Even knowing the odd of the Cuimcer agreeing with her were little to none, the young girl (17 at the time) asked for assistance in researching Whisperia's lands further, exploring the depths as deeply as possible, in hopes that she may come across her grandmother's spirit. They refused and dubbed her Voa sra Uisromdekr, or Voa the Outlandish. She receded with her ideas for some time, but never gave up on them. It was only two years later that Voa finally left Nernn on her own, heading directly to the Emerald Keep, and from there, Whisperia.
News of a Ceerbe traveler in the city spread fairly quickly, and it was one of the few times Ellarian Balxalim was in. It seemed only natural for them to seek one another out. They made quick friends and frequently help one another out in regards to Whisperia. For the past several years, Voa has been either in Whisperia researching or The Emerald Keep recovering and stocking up on supplies.
W: She is not a fighter- her athame is more a tool than a weapon
W: Can become blind with obsession
S: Practically a master of Liph and Păma Magis
S: Her vast knowledge about just about anything
S: High immunity to just about everything
W: Can become blind with obsession
S: Practically a master of Liph and Păma Magis
S: Her vast knowledge about just about anything
S: High immunity to just about everything
Name: Samia Asfour
Nickname(s): Mia
Nationality: Egypt
Ethnicity: Arabic and Caucasian
Family sigil/emblem:
D.0.B: Feb. 10th
Zodiac: Aquarius
Age: 25
Sexuality: Unsure
Appearance:
Voice:
Personality: Somia keeps her planner (which includes everything from shopping lists to Edrice's tutor and social schedules to little mandala sketches) in a strange, nearly indescribable code; not for safety measures, but simply because she can (though the safety part is a bonus). While open-minded and accepting, she tends to hold this more to others than herself, though Edrice has been known to get her to loosen up a bit with some encouragement. Likewise, she is very streamlined and likes to get things done efficiently, making her the perfect assistant and friend to her indecisive princess companion. As friendly as she is, she has a hard time getting truly close to others and fears that she may never feel a deep connection.
Bio: Somia grew up in Worcester, England, but always dreamed of seeing her father's home country for herself. She lead a somewhat normal life, but as soon as she graduated high school she got herself a work visa for Egypt as a party planner's assistant. She was introduced to the royal family two years later when her boss was hired for the princess' 18th birthday party. The king, noticing how diligent she was, offered her full citizenship and a much higher pay to be his daughter's new assistant in hopes that she would calm the young girl down a bit and direct her in the right ways. Having fallen in love with the country, it was a no-brainer for Somia.
The two became friends throughout the years, though Somia wouldn't be quick to admit that her closest (and only) friend is technically her employer.
Quote(s):
~"If I smell it, may we please get back to the task on hand?"
~"You don't need to understand my logic."
~"What you need isn't always what you want."
Theme song: Echo Chamber by Jonathon Young
Inspiration:
Nickname(s): Mia
Nationality: Egypt
Ethnicity: Arabic and Caucasian
Family sigil/emblem:
D.0.B: Feb. 10th
Zodiac: Aquarius
Age: 25
Sexuality: Unsure
Appearance:
Voice:
Personality: Somia keeps her planner (which includes everything from shopping lists to Edrice's tutor and social schedules to little mandala sketches) in a strange, nearly indescribable code; not for safety measures, but simply because she can (though the safety part is a bonus). While open-minded and accepting, she tends to hold this more to others than herself, though Edrice has been known to get her to loosen up a bit with some encouragement. Likewise, she is very streamlined and likes to get things done efficiently, making her the perfect assistant and friend to her indecisive princess companion. As friendly as she is, she has a hard time getting truly close to others and fears that she may never feel a deep connection.
Bio: Somia grew up in Worcester, England, but always dreamed of seeing her father's home country for herself. She lead a somewhat normal life, but as soon as she graduated high school she got herself a work visa for Egypt as a party planner's assistant. She was introduced to the royal family two years later when her boss was hired for the princess' 18th birthday party. The king, noticing how diligent she was, offered her full citizenship and a much higher pay to be his daughter's new assistant in hopes that she would calm the young girl down a bit and direct her in the right ways. Having fallen in love with the country, it was a no-brainer for Somia.
The two became friends throughout the years, though Somia wouldn't be quick to admit that her closest (and only) friend is technically her employer.
Quote(s):
~"If I smell it, may we please get back to the task on hand?"
~"You don't need to understand my logic."
~"What you need isn't always what you want."
Theme song: Echo Chamber by Jonathon Young
Inspiration:
| Firell McConey had been a beautiful young lady, but her beauty couldn't have kept her father from selling her into servitude to pay off gambling debts. While some would have considered it the beginning of the end for her, she looked back on this in her last moments of life as a stroke of luck. She was shipped off to Stoke, England to work as a maid in the Duke's manor. When the head maid first laid eyes on the pretty young girl, she knew she would be trouble. Duke Keller wasn't well known for his loyalty to his wife, and Firell was his exact type. "Don't let his charm swoon you, girl," She instructed. But James Keller was a master of charm, and Firell was too inexperienced not to be swept up by a rich and handsome man's romances. He fell for her at first sight, much harder than he ever had before. Dare he say it? Fallen in love. He first caught her alone in the library late one night. To his surprise, his new favourite maid was literate, stealing a personal moment away reading from a gold-gilded tome. He placed a hand on her petite shoulder from behind and whispered into her ear, "You've found one of my favourite books." But Firell was a woman of self-respect and didn't let her master get any further than stealing a kiss (or five), no matter how badly she wanted otherwise. And to the Duke's surprise, he found himself not pushing, and admiring her for stopping his hands as they travelled. For several moons, they stole moments away, most of which were innocent in the eyes of God. But now he would say it; James Keller was in love. The Duchess, Jane Keller, had noticed quite early on. She was privy to all of his extramarital affairs, and quite frankly didn't care. She had no love for her husband, a marriage of betrothal, and had already secured her place has the mother of his son early on. In that regard, she had been lucky, and as long as he continued to fulfill his duties by taking care of her and James II, he could do as he pleased. After a while, Firell was pouring the water into the Keller family's glasses for breakfast one morning. Duchess Keller had just been shipped a new perfume from France that morning, and it was overpowering. As Firell reached over her mistress' shoulder and caught a whiff, her entire stomach flipped, regurgitating its few contents onto the dining table and the Duchess. She had been suspecting it for about a week already, but now Firell knew it. She was pregnant with the Duke's child. Jane Keller had applauded herself for her selfless and endless generosity when she found out, for not only was she allowing the maid the keep the child, but she also allowed her to stay employed, as long as the child did not know the Duke was its father. How open-minded, how progressive, she had thought. Firell's screams echoed throughout the halls of the manor on the night of February 21stl, 1854. The raging blizzard kept them contained inside, but Jane had witnessed enough childbirths from her mother and sisters to know without a doctor or midwife that it was not going well. As James ran off to be with his soulmate, she grabbed him by the arm and seethed, "I will not take care of that whore's bastard, James Keller, do you hear me?" Firell's screams ended, passing through into her child, and became the screams of Adelaide Keller. Jane and James screamed about it for weeks. Her formative weeks were nothing but screams. To be fair, only the wet nurse and nanny really had to take care of the baby, but that didn't stop Jane from resenting her. Her resentment swelled until she couldn't even hide her disdain from her son, James II, then six. And so for most of Adelaide's life, the only love she knew came from servants and her father, who saw her not as a bastard, but as his little princess. Provided with all the best tutors money could provide, Duke Keller tried to make sure that if his baby girl was going to be at a disadvantage in their world, at least she would would be educated enough to succeed on her own (or at the very least put someone in their place in a dignified manner). Adelaide used it to escape. She would sneak out on her horse, read books about far away lands, and constantly angered her older half-brother by outwitting him in games of chess. She was an amazing pianist and loved the feeling of the keys under her fingers. Ignore her status, and you have the most capable noblewoman for her time, but alas not everyone could see past it. She lived scorned by those around her. When she was 14, her family attended Christmas mass as usual. But tonight was going to be special for Adelaide, for her father had convinced the Father to allow Adelaide to perform Silent Night in front of the congregation. The Keller's stepped out of their carriage and Adelaide stopped to wonder at the beauty of the scene. The sun was peaking out perfectly through the clouds, which were giving the town a light dusting of snow. Quiet music seeped from the aflamed stained glass windows, and Adelaide remembered why this was her favourite holiday. Until she heard her step-mother cry out, "James, no!" Adelaide turned back around the face the carriage and her family to see her father on the ground, clutching his chest. He gazed up at the church with fear in his eyes. So instead of getting to perform, Adelaide became an orphan. Her step-mother saw this as her opportunity to do away with the bastard constantly tarnishing her image, shipping Adelaide off to a finishing school in France. It came as no surprise to anyone when Adelaide quickly became Madame Archambeau's top student. The headmistress had eagerly written to Duchess Keller about her step-child's many accomplishments (her personal favourite being Adelaide balancing 15 books on her head as she descended the grand staircase of the school), but received no response. However, after a nasty storm off the coast of England finished its uproar, a letter for Adelaide had arrived. It was from her brother, who had joined the Royal Navy in hopes of becoming the Queen's Admiral of the Fleet and almost died in the storm after being swept over the edge of the boat by a large wave. He claimed to have had a discussion with their father in a short moment of near-death while he was drowning, and it had given him a revelation. He wanted to be closer to her, and saw that all his hatred towards her throughout her life had simply been his mother poisoning his thoughts against his flesh and blood. "As head of the family now, it is my duty to take care of you, no matter the cost. It's what Father wanted. All my love, your brother, Duke of Stoke James II Keller" They wrote back and forth to one another for years after, becoming best friends. It worried him when one of her letters spoke of her beautiful new roommate and Adelaide's adoration for her. It worried him more when the school hosted a ball to allow the ladies to socialize with young noblemen their age, but Adelaide's letter about it specifically mentioned having no interest in any of them, and went on to talk about her and her roommate sneaking drinks of wine together in the garden that night. He worried not only for her status and image, already tarnished by the sins of their father, but for her soul. He struggled immensely between wanting her to be happy and wanting the best for her. He arranged for her to live with his Navy friend's family in the city of London post-graduation, telling her the goal was to find a worthy husband. For several years, he tried setting her up with noblemen that had similar views and interests. Men that would let her ride horses freely across the countryside and bring her back wonderful books from his travels. Men that would enjoy how stubborn and independent and strong-willed she could be, that would love that their wife could provide stimulating conversation about politics and history and hunting. Men that would fall in love with the way her fingers graced her piano keys and the way she could always find the siren pitch while singing along, maybe even letting her have her own career as a performer like she'd always dreamed. Adelaide entertained all of these men, courting them several times before sending them all away. Though she did seriously consider the one who'd told her that he would arrange for her to sing and play at castle's balls, when she caught him in the stairwell with a maid she knew she couldn't do it. He disgusted her. She called the kettle black, for she too had a lover then. Lady Valerie Stephenson was just a few years older than Adelaide and already married with a young daughter. They first met in the halls of the castle and exchanged a glance that Adelaide had never felt before. They sat next to each other at dinner that night, and for hours remained tranced in conversation with the other. Yes, Adelaide had had certain feelings before, but the way Valerie's chest rose and fell with each breath, gasp, sigh, and laugh she took... Adelaide knew for certain that she wanted this woman. And with the way Valerie kept resting her hand on Adelaide's shoulder, she knew that it was reciprocated. Their affair started hot and quick as a brushfire in August, and lasted for over a year and a half. Adelaide was starting to believe they would run away to America together and become "seamstresses." Valerie and her were in love. But when Valerie became pregnant with her second child, her husband decided it was time to move back to their seaside manor. Valerie had promised to write to Adelaide and that eventually she would invite her out to visit, but a letter never arrived. Heartbroken and running out of good suitors, in recent times Adelaide's future has been looking bleak. | Name Adelaide Keller D.O.B February 21st, 1854 Status Bastard-raised-noble, daughter of Duke of Stoke Sexuality Questioning, leans towards bi- or aromantic homosexual Gender Cis-female Favourite Book Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens Favourite Colour Aquamarine Likes ~Playing the piano and singing ~Horseback riding ~Reading fiction novels ~Chess ~Dry humour Dislikes ~Small talk ~Chauvinists and classism ~People who treat servants either cruelly or too friendly ~Bustling cities ~Arrogance Strengths ~Family Name/Wealth ~Quick Wit ~Emotional Opaqueness Weaknesses ~ ~ ~ Accomplishments ~Once snuck away long enough to ride her horse several miles out before finishing Oliver Twist in one sitting without anyone noticing her absence ~Holds the record at Archambeau Academy for books balanced at a time Relationships ~Penelope Robeau (French noblewoman; friend, roommate, unrequited love) ~Valerie Stephenson (English noblewoman; ex-lover) Family Tree Firell McConey † (maid; mother) James Keller † (Ex-Duke of Stoke; father) Jane Keller (Duchess of Stoke; step-mother) James II Keller (Current Duke of Stoke; paternal half-brother) |