Post by Bianca Colomburti on Mar 7, 2009 13:15:12 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name;; Bianca Isabelle Colomburti
nickname;; Bee
birthday;; September 3rd
age;; 20
sexual orientation;; straight
job;; ballet dancer
class;; upper class
Canon;; No
;; appearance
general;; Bianca has interesting features. She’s constantly worrying about how she looks because she thinks she has a “funny face”. Her lips are normal sized and her nose is on the larger side. Her eyes are a blue silvery grey, and seem a bit creepy since she doesn’t smile too much. When she does, it’s usually a mischievous little smirk. It’s rare to see a true, happy smile from her. Her face is heart shaped (I believe…), small but fair sized breasts, broad shoulders and a curved form.
Her backside is, in her opinion, too big, especially since her chest isn’t so big. Her arms and legs are thin and long, but proportional. Her skin is very fair and soft. One reason she doesn’t like her smile is because she thinks her two front teeth are horribly large, and they are large, but not awful. She has large ears, earning her the name “Mouse” as a young girl, and her hair is near black with only a few natural streaks of dark brown. It’s long, reaching past her shoulders and almost to her lower back.
favorite;; She likes her eyes. She likes to use them for many things: getting people to do things, flattery, scaring people, creeping them out
hate;; Well… she dislikes many things, but especially her large two front teeth.
heritage;; Italian
ethnicity;; Caucation
;; personality
general;; Bianca’s very quiet at times, but also very social at times, being the converser and gossip hearer (but never teller) at her parent’s parties. She’s polite most of the time, and listens to her parents, nodding and saying her “yes sirs” and “yes ma’ams” when she needs to. However, her quiet and fairly aloof demeanor makes her seem snobbish, especially since she comes from a wealthy family and rarely smiles. If she does smile, she smirks or give a creepy “Oh, I’m just pretending to be okay with it but you’ll pay later” grin. She’s secretly sneaky and mysterious, and loves nothing more than to wander unknown places.
Her favorite thing to do is wander, actually, and go places and discover things she never has. She has little patience with gossipy women and men who think women are under them. She has an elegant walk and plenty of grace, but men rarely approach her from a sort of uneasiness they get from her. She actually tries to ward men off, in fear of falling for a man and being hurt when he leaves her, much like what happened to her mother and her in the past. She doesn’t trust men, and if very wary around them. A part of her wants to find someone, but fear keeps her back. She knows little of love because she hasn’t met a man who’s wanted her badly enough, yet.
hobbies;; Singing, sketching, calligraphy, watching plays, swimming, running
dislikes;; Dancing with “suitors” her mother pushes on her, spiders, too much sunlight, judgment, teasing, crowds, loud noises, books, men who think women are below them, cobwebs
likes;; Dark areas, new places, different cultures, wind, swimming in the lake behind her house, wandering, discovering things, learning without books, quiet places, men who can sing
Fears;; Being heartbroken, no one ever loving her, judgment, spiders, fire, blood
Secrets;;
*She likes to play with her dolls (sort of)
*She’s trying to teach herself ballet, secretly because she wants men to see it and like it
*One thing she will never admit is that she wants to see a man naked.
;; origins
general;; Bianca was born on a rainy day in September to a rich family of Antonio and Esme Colomburti, he Italian and she French. They had one miscarriage before her, and were relieved when she turned out to be a healthy baby. She grew up well, and was treated well, with maids and such… however, she grew to be an odd young girl. She studied alone, rarely talked to other girls, and was caught on the roof simply staring into the sky for hours at a time, not moving or speaking. Her parents got her into everything: dance, piano, singing lessons, acting lessons. She excelled in all of them, but never seemed really interested. She seemed obedient, but disappeared at dinner parties. She seemed sweet, but young men who pursued her came in from the lakeside behind her house with handprints on their cheeks. Girls made fun of her, but never too loudly or to her face. The last girl that teased her to her face got punch on her nice Easter dress. She avoided them, though, and spent most of her time in the lake behind her house, teaching herself how to swim. She went into the woods beside her house to sing in, no one around and no one to hear her if she messed up. It’s how she developed her voice.
When she became a preteen, she was very awkward and often fell; making her tough eventually, but it was quiet embarrassing at the time. She hid even more, and stayed away from light for a subconscious fear of being revealed. She began to wander the parts of her house she never had, and eventually started sneaking off at night simply to look around and see things she hadn’t been allowed to see because of her protective parents. They never told her about sex, and many elements of it are still a mystery to her, even at nineteen. Her ballroom dance lessons, however, made her more graceful, and by sixteen she was a beauty, but still not very social at all. She never smiled, and came to resent her parents for still keeping her locked in the house until she finds a suitor. She’s pretty much convinced herself she’ll never find one, but often daydreams of one. Inwardly, she would love to dance and play and have fun, much like in the childhood she missed due to her parents getting her so many lessons, but is afraid of judgment. She’s a lady now, and must act as such… but her mischievousness and curiosity is slowly changing her into a desperate person…
parents;; Antonio and Esme Colomburti
siblings;; None
other;;
;; roleplaying
(from another site)
The day wasn’t very bright, or cheerful, the sun hidden behind clouds and the entire feel of the day seeming very grim. Nicoletta, however, was all smiles, wandering aimlessly about the garden with bare feet. She was humming a song the rather contrasted to the day: bright and cheerful, uplifting. Her entire presence seemed to glow despite the gloom, her golden locks, her fancy white dress, the braid wrapped around her head that her tiara rested on. Her entire visage sparkles with inner happiness. She had a good reason to be happy. She was on her way to England later that afternoon, to see her fiancé for the first time. She hadn’t met him, but heard many rumors about him, both good and bad. She wanted to believe the good more, but that’s what she tended to do with everyone. She was the open-minded type, the sort to look over errors and praise the good qualities one possessed. The sound of footsteps distracted her, and she didn’t have to turn to know who it was.
“What business have you sneaking up behind a woman such as me, good stable boy?” she asked, a mischievous smile invading her lips. A chuckle sounded behind her, and a handsome young man not many years her elder walked in front of her, smiling. He had dark hair and a charming, roguish smile that made you think he was up to no good. He wa, however, the person Nicoletta trusted the most out of anyone besides her brother.
“You never fail to hear my approach, milady” he said, placing hi hands on her shoulders and smiling, “My, you’re dressed up nicely. Since when were you a woman?”
“Oh, stop it you” she said, trying to look offended, thought the smile stayed. It was hard to keep a straight face around Harold. He was her riding teacher, and secretly taught her archery. If her mother had ever found out, she’s have taken off her head with one of her long nails or something. She tugged at her sleeve and sighed, looking loathingly at the material.
“It’s rather itchy.”
“I’m not surprised. A lot of fancy things are uncomfortable. I think that sort of tells you something.”
They shared a laugh, and looked at one another for a short bit before he looked around, then pulled her into a tight embrace. It wasn’t “right” for anyone to hug royalty that way, but Nicoletta didn’t at all agree. So, to keep her mother and father happy, they only did so when alone.
“I will miss you” she whispered, taking a step back from him. She heard a carriage pulling up, and rushed over to a tree trunk, pulling on her slippers. He followed, his cheerful disposition replaced with sadness.
“I will too. You’d better hurry, your father will come looking for you.”
“I know…” she said, then stood straight, giving him a final smile. She wasn’t one for sappy partings, but she felt tears forming in her eyes, and turned, quickly rushing away from her closest friend so he wouldn’t see her tears. They were gone when she reached her mother and father, and as she was escorted into the carriage, she spotted the stable boy outside the window, among the other servants, looking like just another person bidding them farewell...;;
;; behind the character
name;; Spencer
age;; 17
gender;; Female
years roleplaying;; 2
location;; US OF A
How You found us;; My friend told me.
