Post by kitsuna on Jan 9, 2008 0:00:02 GMT -5
Name: Beatrice Catalina Blair
Age: Either 16 or 17
Gender: Female
Clique: Floaters
Clique Status: Umn … Lead Floater …? Maybe …?
Picture:
Play by: Nelly Furtado
Appearance: Beatrice has always had a naturally calm look to her face. Her face is mature and well sculpted. Her light tan skin tone gives her a sun kissed glow that illuminates many of her features. Beatrice's lips are modestly small and light pink in color. If one were to look close enough, they would see the corners were almost always pulled into the tiniest of smiles, unnoticeable to the untrained eye.
Her eyes hold a pale bluish-green tint, courtesy of her father ... or at least she thinks so, having almost no memory of him at all.
Her hair is a rich mix of darker and lighter browns, falling in small waves down her back. However, with its tendency to become dry and damaged at the slightest hint of humidity, it is normally pulled back in the same loose, messy bun. Unless, of course, she is told to do otherwise for the sake of “dressing herself as a proper young lady should.” But, with her hair often being as uncooperative as it is, she finds putting her hair up to be a frustrating chore.
Beatrice stands at a good 5’7’’, long arms draping down her sides and even longer legs elevating her above the heads of many of her fellow classmates and maybe even some of her teachers. This tends to be very annoying to most people, but Beatrice doesn't seem too bothered by it.
It is this same height that gives her a somewhat lanky appearance, though this is not the case. For someone her age, Beatrice is at a very healthy weight, neither too slender nor too overweight.
From Beatrice’s right wrist dangles a sea-glass bracelet, varying from the lightest green to the richest violet held together by white gold. A small piece of her past, she refuses to take it off to the teacher’s distaste. After all, it clashes with the school uniform. Even so, Beatrice would rather give up all her worldly possessions than part with the little piece of jewelry.
Personality: Responsible, tranquil, and sweet natured, Beatrice has always been considered to be a good person to be around. Her kindness surpassed only by the loyalty to her true friends. Floater or not, she would never betray their trust.
You could say Beatrice has a certain pleasantness about her. From first glance, one can clearly see the warmth she carries in every expression and gesture. It's almost a careless warmth, seemingly untouched by the drama and cruelty that comes from the students of Florence.
But it doesn't mean she is blind to their ways, oh no ...
Beatrice is well aware of gossiping lips and shifty stares. In fact, one could say she has been given a gift of "accidentally" overhearing the conversation going on just down that hall. Or, of course, unintentionally lowering the guard of a student swayed by the relaxed feel of her presence.
Though she keeps thin lips shut and seems oblivious to an accidental slip of the tongue, who knows what secrets lie behind pale blue eyes.
Despite her overall radiant demeanor, Beatrice has quite a temper, often giving the cold shoulder to anyone who wronged her and holding a grudge that could last centuries if not given an apology. There is also her secret resentment of gender roles and woman's place on the social pecking order. Although she usually holds her tongue on the matter, she finds herself sneaking glares at the Elite and Handsome eyes. Who wouldn't? Those men could make a peac0ck seem humble.
These feelings may have come from the tension she’s always had with her family. Although she won’t admit it, she blames her father for the death of her poor mother. He was never there for them, even when she lay in her deathbed. Beatrice believes it was that lack of love that ultimately killed her. Lonliness was her real disease.
She died sad and alone, confined to the prison of her own heart.
A caged song bird ...
Is this to be Beatrice's fate as well?
As with any kind soul, there is a weak spot.
And it is her dreams that will be Beatrice's downfall.
They tend to make her naive and unrealistic.
Yet, these hopes and daydreams are what keep that small smile tugging at her lips. If such fragile things are broken, Beatrice fears being reduced to living for nothing. Just another pretty porcelain doll on Florence's shelf, a simple tool for men, and forced into a barred future just like her mother.
History: Beatrice was born on a September 7th. She was welcomed into the world by her mother and grandmother, with her oh so loving father away on business. It was clear from the beginning that fate had it out for young, innocent, little Beatrice.
The Blair Family was one of the most well known, successful families in the area. Her father, a wealthy businessman, spent most of his life away from home on business leaving Beatrice with very few memories of him. But even with her father absent from the home, Beatrice grew up happily with her mother and their beloved mansion by the sea. Beatrice had always felt a connection to the sea, spending hours collecting sea shells and other treasures along the shore or watching sea gulls as they passed overhead. Winters saw her nestled within her mother's loving embrace as she told her stories about the world outside, rousing dreams of seeing this world in Beatrice's little heart. Blissfully innocent.
But, as they say, all good things must come to an end eventually. At around the time Beatrice turned eight, her mother became gravely ill with a disease the doctors were unable to diagnose. She died the day after Beatrice’s birthday, the last gift to her daughter being her precious sea glass bracelet that she had promised to give to Beatrice when she turned fifteen.
Beatrice’s father, lacking in parental skills and much too busy to take care of his own child, gave her away to her strict Aunt Rosa. Disappointed by Beatrice’s gender and put off by her constant talk of oceans and traveling the world, she sought a way to turn the girl into a proper young woman. Using connections she had with the school and a considerable amount of money, Aunt Rosa sent little Beatrice to Florence’s School for the Young.
Thus ending her once peaceful childhood.
Reality hit her as soon as she entered those grand doors of the school. For the first few months of school, Beatrice was shy and quiet, mostly keeping to herself rather than trying to blend into one of the many cliques of the school.
It wasn't until she was invited to sit with the Pretty Faces that she actually came out of her shell and began getting curious at the notion of a clique. But as nice as it was, she couldn't help but feel out of place ... with all the gossip and talks of boys and who each hope to marry. Not just the Pretty Faces, but the other cliques as well for alas, she had the looks and money of a Pretty Face, the mind of the Untouchables, and the dreams as well as the ideas of The Unloved. She's been wandering from clique to clique ever since, always trying but never quite fitting into any given group.
Fears:
x Becoming the "caged bird" her mother was.
x Losing all of her hope and having her dreams be stolen away.
x Losing her friends.
x Falling in love only to have her heart broken.
x Having her trust be betrayed.
Likes:
<3!! The sea
<3 Seashells
<3 Seagulls
<3 Friends
<3 Her mother (May God rest her soul)
<3 Her bracelet
<3 Fruit
<3 Stories
<3 Foreign cultures
<3 Daydreaming
<3 Listening to gossip (xD A guilty pleasure ...?)
<3 Interesting conversations
<3 Lilies
<3 Morning mist
Dislikes:
</3 Her father
</3 Her aunt Rosa
</3 Gender roles
</3 Her hair
</3 Judgmental people
</3 Snakes ... ew.
</3 Being looked down upon as an inferior being
</3 Being seen simply as the heir to Blair fortune and business
</3 Spinach
</3 Handsome Eyes
</3 The Elite (There's something suspicious about them ...)
</3 Being taken advantage of
Dreams:
{} To run away and travel the world!!
{} Eventually settle down in a quaint seaside cottage in the countryside
{} To be free of all these strict, nonsense expectations
{} Be seen as an equal
Anything you'd like to add?
She's a Virgo ... >> If that matters at all.
Aaand as for her views on her season and love... although her time is coming soon, she doesn't seem too worried. Mostly because she thinks she'll have run away long before she's forced into marriage.
.... That's what she's hoping for, anyway. But hope only gets you so far.
And ... she loves you? xD
(a/n: Still under a bit of construction as you may be able to tell with some grammar and spelling errors I most likely missed. But will hopefully give you the general idea given it doesn't put you to sleep before you get to the end. x3)
Age: Either 16 or 17
Gender: Female
Clique: Floaters
Clique Status: Umn … Lead Floater …? Maybe …?
Picture:
Play by: Nelly Furtado
Appearance: Beatrice has always had a naturally calm look to her face. Her face is mature and well sculpted. Her light tan skin tone gives her a sun kissed glow that illuminates many of her features. Beatrice's lips are modestly small and light pink in color. If one were to look close enough, they would see the corners were almost always pulled into the tiniest of smiles, unnoticeable to the untrained eye.
Her eyes hold a pale bluish-green tint, courtesy of her father ... or at least she thinks so, having almost no memory of him at all.
Her hair is a rich mix of darker and lighter browns, falling in small waves down her back. However, with its tendency to become dry and damaged at the slightest hint of humidity, it is normally pulled back in the same loose, messy bun. Unless, of course, she is told to do otherwise for the sake of “dressing herself as a proper young lady should.” But, with her hair often being as uncooperative as it is, she finds putting her hair up to be a frustrating chore.
Beatrice stands at a good 5’7’’, long arms draping down her sides and even longer legs elevating her above the heads of many of her fellow classmates and maybe even some of her teachers. This tends to be very annoying to most people, but Beatrice doesn't seem too bothered by it.
It is this same height that gives her a somewhat lanky appearance, though this is not the case. For someone her age, Beatrice is at a very healthy weight, neither too slender nor too overweight.
From Beatrice’s right wrist dangles a sea-glass bracelet, varying from the lightest green to the richest violet held together by white gold. A small piece of her past, she refuses to take it off to the teacher’s distaste. After all, it clashes with the school uniform. Even so, Beatrice would rather give up all her worldly possessions than part with the little piece of jewelry.
Personality: Responsible, tranquil, and sweet natured, Beatrice has always been considered to be a good person to be around. Her kindness surpassed only by the loyalty to her true friends. Floater or not, she would never betray their trust.
You could say Beatrice has a certain pleasantness about her. From first glance, one can clearly see the warmth she carries in every expression and gesture. It's almost a careless warmth, seemingly untouched by the drama and cruelty that comes from the students of Florence.
But it doesn't mean she is blind to their ways, oh no ...
Beatrice is well aware of gossiping lips and shifty stares. In fact, one could say she has been given a gift of "accidentally" overhearing the conversation going on just down that hall. Or, of course, unintentionally lowering the guard of a student swayed by the relaxed feel of her presence.
Though she keeps thin lips shut and seems oblivious to an accidental slip of the tongue, who knows what secrets lie behind pale blue eyes.
Despite her overall radiant demeanor, Beatrice has quite a temper, often giving the cold shoulder to anyone who wronged her and holding a grudge that could last centuries if not given an apology. There is also her secret resentment of gender roles and woman's place on the social pecking order. Although she usually holds her tongue on the matter, she finds herself sneaking glares at the Elite and Handsome eyes. Who wouldn't? Those men could make a peac0ck seem humble.
These feelings may have come from the tension she’s always had with her family. Although she won’t admit it, she blames her father for the death of her poor mother. He was never there for them, even when she lay in her deathbed. Beatrice believes it was that lack of love that ultimately killed her. Lonliness was her real disease.
She died sad and alone, confined to the prison of her own heart.
A caged song bird ...
Is this to be Beatrice's fate as well?
As with any kind soul, there is a weak spot.
And it is her dreams that will be Beatrice's downfall.
They tend to make her naive and unrealistic.
Yet, these hopes and daydreams are what keep that small smile tugging at her lips. If such fragile things are broken, Beatrice fears being reduced to living for nothing. Just another pretty porcelain doll on Florence's shelf, a simple tool for men, and forced into a barred future just like her mother.
History: Beatrice was born on a September 7th. She was welcomed into the world by her mother and grandmother, with her oh so loving father away on business. It was clear from the beginning that fate had it out for young, innocent, little Beatrice.
The Blair Family was one of the most well known, successful families in the area. Her father, a wealthy businessman, spent most of his life away from home on business leaving Beatrice with very few memories of him. But even with her father absent from the home, Beatrice grew up happily with her mother and their beloved mansion by the sea. Beatrice had always felt a connection to the sea, spending hours collecting sea shells and other treasures along the shore or watching sea gulls as they passed overhead. Winters saw her nestled within her mother's loving embrace as she told her stories about the world outside, rousing dreams of seeing this world in Beatrice's little heart. Blissfully innocent.
But, as they say, all good things must come to an end eventually. At around the time Beatrice turned eight, her mother became gravely ill with a disease the doctors were unable to diagnose. She died the day after Beatrice’s birthday, the last gift to her daughter being her precious sea glass bracelet that she had promised to give to Beatrice when she turned fifteen.
Beatrice’s father, lacking in parental skills and much too busy to take care of his own child, gave her away to her strict Aunt Rosa. Disappointed by Beatrice’s gender and put off by her constant talk of oceans and traveling the world, she sought a way to turn the girl into a proper young woman. Using connections she had with the school and a considerable amount of money, Aunt Rosa sent little Beatrice to Florence’s School for the Young.
Thus ending her once peaceful childhood.
Reality hit her as soon as she entered those grand doors of the school. For the first few months of school, Beatrice was shy and quiet, mostly keeping to herself rather than trying to blend into one of the many cliques of the school.
It wasn't until she was invited to sit with the Pretty Faces that she actually came out of her shell and began getting curious at the notion of a clique. But as nice as it was, she couldn't help but feel out of place ... with all the gossip and talks of boys and who each hope to marry. Not just the Pretty Faces, but the other cliques as well for alas, she had the looks and money of a Pretty Face, the mind of the Untouchables, and the dreams as well as the ideas of The Unloved. She's been wandering from clique to clique ever since, always trying but never quite fitting into any given group.
Fears:
x Becoming the "caged bird" her mother was.
x Losing all of her hope and having her dreams be stolen away.
x Losing her friends.
x Falling in love only to have her heart broken.
x Having her trust be betrayed.
Likes:
<3!! The sea
<3 Seashells
<3 Seagulls
<3 Friends
<3 Her mother (May God rest her soul)
<3 Her bracelet
<3 Fruit
<3 Stories
<3 Foreign cultures
<3 Daydreaming
<3 Listening to gossip (xD A guilty pleasure ...?)
<3 Interesting conversations
<3 Lilies
<3 Morning mist
Dislikes:
</3 Her father
</3 Her aunt Rosa
</3 Gender roles
</3 Her hair
</3 Judgmental people
</3 Snakes ... ew.
</3 Being looked down upon as an inferior being
</3 Being seen simply as the heir to Blair fortune and business
</3 Spinach
</3 Handsome Eyes
</3 The Elite (There's something suspicious about them ...)
</3 Being taken advantage of
Dreams:
{} To run away and travel the world!!
{} Eventually settle down in a quaint seaside cottage in the countryside
{} To be free of all these strict, nonsense expectations
{} Be seen as an equal
Anything you'd like to add?
She's a Virgo ... >> If that matters at all.
Aaand as for her views on her season and love... although her time is coming soon, she doesn't seem too worried. Mostly because she thinks she'll have run away long before she's forced into marriage.
.... That's what she's hoping for, anyway. But hope only gets you so far.
And ... she loves you? xD
(a/n: Still under a bit of construction as you may be able to tell with some grammar and spelling errors I most likely missed. But will hopefully give you the general idea given it doesn't put you to sleep before you get to the end. x3)
