Post by aveline on Jul 5, 2009 13:39:52 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name;; Aveline Helene D'Aubigne
nickname;; Ava, Ave, Lina, Avila, Avis
birthday;; April 10th
age;; 20
sexual orientation;; Heterosexual
job;; Chorus Girl
class;; Lower Middle
Canon;; Nope
;; appearance
general;; Aveline has always been a tiny, almost wispy sort of girl. Even now, as a woman, she is on the smaller side, skinny as a rail, though with rather long legs and arms. Her breasts are barely there, around a low B cup; her hips are the roundest part of her, giving her a pear shape with the rest of her. Her face is heart shaped and soft, except at her high cheekbones and chin, which are actually rather pointed. Her shoulders are a bit wider than most, and are rather thin, but they are matching with the rest of her body. Her nose is rather small, as are her lips, though her lips are not thin; her eyelashes are very thick, and her eyebrows are very light colored.
Aveline is around 5'2" in height, about 123 lbs in weight. Her skin is actually very pallid, almost sickly, though her lips are a rather deep shade of red. Her hair is soft, frizzy on its bad days, with the colour like that of copper wire, reaching past her shoulders, while her eyes are a very light hazel colour.
favorite;; Her eyes
hate;; That she burns and freckles easily
heritage;; French
ethnicity;; French
;; personality
general;; Outwardly, Aveline can be the kindest and most polite of individuals. She is never without a soft smile and a kind word, but this is only a well constructed and cleverly designed mask. Inwardly...well, she may as well be one of the ugliest girls you'd ever lay eyes upon. Extremely prone to jealousy, rather sneaky and a deviant, Aveline is in it for herself, and only herself. She believes herself to be superior to the other chorus girls, and while she is not without talent, her confidence is almost overwhelming, her ego only comparable to that of Carlotta. She is not against getting her hands dirty to get what she wants; behind her usually quiet demeanor, she is an extremely passionate girl.
She is rather an extreme neat freak, and dislikes any sort of disorganization, that and laziness. She does not take excuses; secretly, she is extremely passionate, losing herself in romance novels and the playing of her viola. She is known to lose hours practicing her viola and her singing to make sure she is the best at what she does.
hobbies;;
Viola
Singing
Cleaning
Practicing her dancing
dislikes;;
Being wrong
Being showed up
Ignorance
Excuses
Being late for anything
Messy people/rooms/etc.
Sitting or standing in one place for too long
Children
likes;;
Music
The viola
Singing
Pastries, especially anything with strawberries or peaches
Strawberries and peaches
Wandering the halls of the Opera Garnier
Romance novels
Standing in the rain
Fears;;
The dark
Lightning
Losing
Being wrong
Death
Secrets;;
Her romance novels are a big secret
She is actually enraptured with the thought of the Opera Ghost
She is rather self conscious
;; origins
general;; Aveline was born on a rainy April day to a newly wed family in the French countryside. Her father was a struggling musician, his real job relying on construction, though it didn't pay much. Her mother was the purest definition of what a housewife should be, and spent her days coddling Aveline and giving her what she could, pretty much spoiling her. Her father died when she was rather young, around nine, and from there she lived the quiet life with her mother, who had to get a job working as a seamstress in Paris, which meant they had to move from their peaceful life in the countryside to that of a more hectic life in the city, living in the Parisian slums.
In between helping her mother with the clothing she brought home from her clients, Aveline continued with her father's work, at least the songs he left behind, and struggled to teach herself to play his most prized possession, an old viola; her mother had also noticed that, although it was not exactly a thing of angels, Aveline had a wonderful voice, and she was sure to remind Aveline every moment she could of how talented she was, bolstering her confidence to unknown heights. She assured her that, one day, she would be the most beloved of all Paris, believing that she saw her late husband in her child's eyes and actions; she wanted to support her in a way that she never supported her husband.
Saving as much money as she could, her mother had her audition at the Opera Garnier when she was eleven years old. Her audition successful, her mother has been supporting her with as much money as she can to continue her lessons, giving more for her daughter than herself. Aveline is very diligent in her studies, and works hard to be the greatest that she can be. She scoffs the rumors of the Opera House Ghost, convinced that it's just the work of her lazy colleagues, who would rather make up stories than practice to do their best on opening night.
parents;; Gustave D'Aubigne (father,deceased), Helene Godfrey-D'Aubigne (mother, 53)
siblings;; None
other;; None
;; roleplaying
sample;;
Another day, another dance they needed to practice, another song to learn, it was unyielding, unending and the same every day. Rather boring, at least she would say; Aveline sighed softly as she followed the rest of the girls back to the dormitories, a soft, yet blank look to her pale eyes as they gazed on ahead, not even really needing to look to know where she was going. She heard one of the girls say something to her, but she really couldn't be bothered at the moment. She was tired, and didn't want to deal with the mindless drabble of the others.
Slipping into her room, Aveline sighed as she locked the door, looking around at her lavish surroundings, silent, cold...lonely. She shook the thought from her head as she sat at her vanity, gazing into the mirror with the same blank stare; she looked older...now she noticed. Reaching for her brush, she began running it through her coppery hair, barely a sigh escaping her plush lips, losing herself to the silence of her thoughts. She didn't think much lately, and it was getting to her. Thinking to her used to be like breathing, involuntary. However, nowadays, she'd been lacking inspiration...something she desperately needed before she killed herself.
;; behind the character
name;; Lucinda
age;; 17
gender;; female
years roleplaying;; Four to Five
location;; New York
How You found us;; Through Obscurite Musicale