Nan Gillet

[Nan Gillet]

;; fundamentals

full name;; Nanette Madeline Gillet
nickname;; Nan
birthday;; October 30th 1914
age;; 10
sexual orientation;; Only a child, so it's difficult to say what orientation she'll be as she gets older
job;; Violinist
class;; Lower Class
Canon;; Original

;; appearance

general;; Nan is very small and waif-like in appearence. Standing shy of 4"ft. her small size makes her look younger than she actually is. Most of her facial features are small and pointed with the exception of her dark green eyes, and is "unusually pretty" for a girl from a 'lower class'. Nan is pale, more so than you would expect with a girl who spends a majority of her time inside, with very little freckles. Her hair is dark blond and slightly curly, falling in a golden wave just past her shoulders. Nan usually pins the front section of her hair to the side to allow better visibility when playing the violin.

Although she appears weak, her fingers and arms are quite strong and nimble after years of playing the violin. Quick on her feet, and mischevious, she's known for getting up into high, difficult to reach places.

favorite;; Her favorite thing about her appearance would be her nose. Often twitching it like a rabbit, an inside joke with her late father, who often compared her to a hare, hopping about.

hate;; Nan despises her ears with every fiber of her being, she hates the way they stick out when she tucks her hair behind them and tries to avoid doing that at all costs.

heritage;; Norwegian, Finnish, French
ethnicity;; Caucasian

;; personality

general;; Nan is very quiet and shy around people, but in the company of people she knows well she's friendly and sweet. Socially, Nan is terrible at saying the right thing, being extremly truthful, her blunt honesty often gets her into trouble; with the bad habit of blurting out what she's thinking. She's very intelligent and loves to learn new things, especially when it comes to music. Above all else, music is her passion, she's intrigued and awed by the sounds that come from various instruments when played and the magic they make when they all come together.

Imaginative and creative, Nan spends most of her free time alone. The Opera house has soon since become her playground, but stays clear of the cellars, for fear of the 'ghost'. The curtain backdrops turn into a labyrinth, the chapel becomes a dark prison, and the catwalk walkways become the wings of an aeroplane. Her imagination spins new people into existence, talking to them and playing, she doesn't feel quite so alone. After all, when your imagination is better than reality, why not imagine a better reality?

hobbies;; Violin, Playing, Singing, Making up stories, Listening to music and watching Operas

dislikes;; Spiders, Grown-ups, Loud noises, Parties, Being Hungry, Teasing, Dogs

likes;; Snow, Fairy Tale Books, Red Shoes, Suprises, Sleeping, Listening to the Chorus Girls, Violin, Cats

Fears;; Spiders, Pain, Death, Sickness

Secrets;; She wants to be Mozart when she grows up
Aquaphobia, fear of drowning
Her imaginary friends

;; origins

general;; Nan was born in the area of Normandy, France. Her father and mother were in the traveling circus that traveled all around France. Her father was a mastered musician, he could play the violin, the piano, anything that made music he could figure out. Her mother was from Finland, and a story teller, everyone would gather round to hear her tales.

At the young age of five, her father began teaching her the violin. She practiced every day, and as she got older, the more complex the music got and the better at playing she became. When she was eight, her mother caught polio and died. Her father decided to leave the circus and live in Paris. He began working as a musician for the Opera and arranged for Nan to start working as a violinist. She could play well enough, and he was confident that she would be able to handle the music.

Until, when Nan turned ten, he met a fatal and violent end, when he was mugged and murdered, his body never recovered. But blood was found at the scene, believed to be his, and he was declared dead. Nan, now an orphan, on the rememberance of her father's request that she play for the Opera, she moved into the dormitories.

parents;; Jaque Gillet and Susane Gillet
siblings;; None
other;;

;; roleplaying

sample;;

The sun was only just rising, and Nan, exuberant, had risen only just before it. This early time in the morning was her favorite, there were little people about, and there was enough light for playing. And best of all, the conductor wasn't there to order her about. The dim morning light trickled through the windows, turning the opera house gold in the sunlight and Nan stood, arms raised patiently, for her orchestra to get into their positions. A quick glance assured that her musicians were, indeed, ready.

Excellent.

With her face an expression of utmost seriousness; she brought her right hand down and motioned for the rising cresendo. The violins joined with vibrato, and last the bass; one deep strong note and then, all together, the instruments all joined together to form a long and tremulous sound. The curtain rose and the first ballet began.

Twitching her nose, she waved her arms in the familiar pattern. Nan knew the beat, one two three four, one two three- measure after measure of wonderful, beautiful, glorious sound. Dropping her hands she bowed to the Orchestra and turned and turned to bow to the audience.

'Lovely.' remarked Mr. Creazil dryly, clapping his thin, skeleton hands lazily from the first row. Nan narrowed her eyes in exasperation, how like Creazil, he never seemed to like anything. Oh well, his loss.

'I liked the parts with the flutes.' squeaked Mouse timidly from beside Creazil. Nan gave him an affectionate smile, Mouse was always so sweet.

"Well, thank you, Mouse." She said politely, ignoring Creazil for the time being, and then she took another extravagant bow. Just for good measure.

;; behind the character

name;; Pheobe
age;; 15
gender;; Female
years roleplaying;; 4
location;; Colorado
How You found us;; Google search