Post by Poe on Jan 4, 2008 17:56:55 GMT -5
Name:
Cicily Jaden Stone
There is a horrid story behind her name. It involves the doctor and her father having had a few too many spirits when naming the child... And writing the name. It shames her to speak of it. So only her closest friends now.
And some... Pretty Faces, who love to mock her for it.
Age:
17, her season is almost upon her.
Gender:
Female
Clique:
The Unloved
The Pulchritude
Clique Status:
Most High
(Leader)
Picture:
The Fallen Star Never wished Upon
Play by:
Jennifer Love-Hewitt
Appearance:
Cicily is right in the middle of height in stature, so she isn't one that will be gawked at first, considering many men don't enjoy women that are as tall as them. Her height measured out comes to about 5'3". She holds herself as tall and straight as she possibly can, which does not help the height issue (And neither do the slightly heeled boots that she so often chooses to wear).
Her hair falls in soft ringlets of curls down to her shoulders, it is of the deepest brown before turning to black. As the 'lady' she is she has to pin it up, and has cut it before to keep it from becoming a hassle. But now it has grown out again.
Her eyes are the same, rich, deep brown. They pull up and down in the corners giving her a cat eye appearance, and her lashes are thick and full while her brows are not.
Cicily is full lipped with quite a sharp tongue that her headmistresses is determined to dull, but it doesn't seem to be working. The color that comes to her cheeks is a rose pink, the color of her lips and 'cinnamon cream' (or very light brown) skin tone. With thin shoulders her clothing choice is slightly limited, as they do not want her to seem bulky but at the same time frail. At school, it is no problem, but for the season coming up... She has to watch what dresses she picks.
In fact. The dress in which she wants is what she will be fighting her grandmother about in the upcoming breaks.
Ms. Stone holds herself with an air of authority, something that most men find annoying, but she has something she can hold over all of their heads, it courses through her veins right down to her long fingered hands. Magic.
She can do what she wills.
Personality:
Cicily has the passion and rage of her father and the quick, gentle wit of her mother, and of course, the soft kindness that they both have. But, out of everything her passion and wit comes first. She has never been shy, not even around the few boys that she has met. May I stress the word few? No, Cicily will never be the one to fan herself, and lower her eyes when it is time to meet the queen (or the most handsome boy in all of England). She will never woo and swoon over the soldiers that walk past her on the street, and she shall never drop her handkerchief to see if one will pick it up and give it back to her. However, she will always give the respect deserved.
If she gets any in return...
Her tongue is as forked as the desert snake's, and though her eyes show innocence in what she says, she finds it all too easy to say things that will make people go red in the face and have the joke turned back on them. She doesn't even bat an eye, and has yet met anyone that can make her feel bad for what she has said, except for her father, but she cannot always help that.
It seems the girl has nothing to fear, for even in the face of fear itself does she find that inner well to draw upon. She just holds her head up higher and waits for whatever punishment will come. Not even their headmistress can frighten her.
But in the realms, in her Fantasia that fear comes out of her. There it feels as if she is alone, can be seen through, and exposed. It scares her to no end. Only there does her wit and strength fail her, and she can only bow her head and take what they throw at her.
Her rage and kindness are taps that must be broken into. The kindness is only reserved the girls that truly need it, those that have been beaten down by the Pretty Faces, the rage as well, and the friendship and love are for her closes friends- the other priestesses that share with her their amazing power that they learn more about daily, and at the same time find they do not know. Her hunger for rage and passion are only fed when something comes into her sight that she cannot grasp, something she knows she shan't have. Or can't. And when she knows she is not allowed, she will fight for it until it is firmly in her grasp, the poor girl has been broken again and again as the items slipped easily through her fingers like water.
Love.
Now, love is something she has never experienced and she doesn't believe she ever will. She will be thrown to the wolves of men from their safety of Florence and they shall devour her. She shall not find a husband that loves her for her, but for her looks, or worse, for the small inheritance that comes with her. Yes, as soon as she bows to the queen it is hers.
Well almost.
She has to be married.
She shall not titter at gossip, and spread it around because she wants to, but because it is in the nature of all girls.
She shall not laugh at petty remarks and small, sad jokes about other girls on purpose, but because she is a girl. And girls are expected to do that.
History:
Born on March third of 3,130, Cicily Jaden Stone was given the name by utter mistake. Her father was terribly drunk that night, and his words slurred together, both the doctor and her mother thought that he had said Cicily, instead of Cecily. Though her mother argued again and again about the name she failed to win the name over and 'Cicily Jaden Stone' was put down on the birth certificate.
Raised from money and wealth Cicily had a fairly good life, until she turned ten and was forced to leave her mother's side, forced to stop clinging to her skirts and stop running barefoot through the gardens, forced to go to Florence's Academy for the Young. Most girls sneered at her kinked curls and silly name, and of course, when she first came to Florence she was slightly chubby, still had round cheeks, ruddy from years spent under the sun. She didn't belong, and she knew that at the welcoming dinner when she received cold lumpy, porridge and the girl across from her threw peas into it.
In fact, she would have cried (as her wit had not yet come about her, and she knew not how to use it) if Ara MacArthur had not stood up for her, nearly getting herself into trouble on her first night there. Unsurprisingly, the girls have been inseparable ever since.
They were such good friends, that when Cicily brought a dying rose to life in her hands a year later she ran to Ara, heart racing, to tell her of the event. It seemed they could both do odd things, and Cicily was heartbroken. She didn't want to be odd and strange. She doesn't want her parents to have a reason to shun her out into the world and rid her of her wealth, and good name.
So, the girls kept it a secret- well, as far as Cicily was sure, she wasn't sure if Ara told anyone.
It wasn't until she started having visions of women from years and years showing her that it was okay, that millions of girls could do this, that they, Ara and Cicily, had a power that others envied. They warned her to use it only for good, and she's been sure to do just that.
That year she learned of the secret world of the realms, Fantasia, as she soon learned, and it became their second home. Nightly they would meet wherever they could, bouncing on their heals and entering the magical mystical world of the realms. Boys had not yet pricked their fancy as they were only eleven. So, they weren't quite ready for the boys passing them in the halls to look any better when they returned to school at the age of fifteen. It frightened Cicily so much she almost fainted, if she weren't so giddy with glee.
It was at that age that the two, with anger at the Pretty Faces, turned the bathroom into their 'head quarters' they'd gather their nightly, or at least Cicily would- if she had to alone to smoke a cigarette in peace (something that is totally illegal for girls...).
She and her group have been going to Fantasia since, just basking in its brilliance, in the never ending sunset and absolute beauty. But who knows what lies on the horizon?
Well, besides her Season which is fast approaching, in some ways it terrified her that she was going to be thrown to the hounds.
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
~Finding true love
~Being free
~Changing the world with her magic.
Anything you'd like to add?
NOTHING
Cicily Jaden Stone
There is a horrid story behind her name. It involves the doctor and her father having had a few too many spirits when naming the child... And writing the name. It shames her to speak of it. So only her closest friends now.
And some... Pretty Faces, who love to mock her for it.
Age:
17, her season is almost upon her.
Gender:
Female
Clique:
The Unloved
The Pulchritude
Clique Status:
Most High
(Leader)
Picture:
The Fallen Star Never wished Upon
Play by:
Jennifer Love-Hewitt
Appearance:
Cicily is right in the middle of height in stature, so she isn't one that will be gawked at first, considering many men don't enjoy women that are as tall as them. Her height measured out comes to about 5'3". She holds herself as tall and straight as she possibly can, which does not help the height issue (And neither do the slightly heeled boots that she so often chooses to wear).
Her hair falls in soft ringlets of curls down to her shoulders, it is of the deepest brown before turning to black. As the 'lady' she is she has to pin it up, and has cut it before to keep it from becoming a hassle. But now it has grown out again.
Her eyes are the same, rich, deep brown. They pull up and down in the corners giving her a cat eye appearance, and her lashes are thick and full while her brows are not.
Cicily is full lipped with quite a sharp tongue that her headmistresses is determined to dull, but it doesn't seem to be working. The color that comes to her cheeks is a rose pink, the color of her lips and 'cinnamon cream' (or very light brown) skin tone. With thin shoulders her clothing choice is slightly limited, as they do not want her to seem bulky but at the same time frail. At school, it is no problem, but for the season coming up... She has to watch what dresses she picks.
In fact. The dress in which she wants is what she will be fighting her grandmother about in the upcoming breaks.
Ms. Stone holds herself with an air of authority, something that most men find annoying, but she has something she can hold over all of their heads, it courses through her veins right down to her long fingered hands. Magic.
She can do what she wills.
Personality:
Cicily has the passion and rage of her father and the quick, gentle wit of her mother, and of course, the soft kindness that they both have. But, out of everything her passion and wit comes first. She has never been shy, not even around the few boys that she has met. May I stress the word few? No, Cicily will never be the one to fan herself, and lower her eyes when it is time to meet the queen (or the most handsome boy in all of England). She will never woo and swoon over the soldiers that walk past her on the street, and she shall never drop her handkerchief to see if one will pick it up and give it back to her. However, she will always give the respect deserved.
If she gets any in return...
Her tongue is as forked as the desert snake's, and though her eyes show innocence in what she says, she finds it all too easy to say things that will make people go red in the face and have the joke turned back on them. She doesn't even bat an eye, and has yet met anyone that can make her feel bad for what she has said, except for her father, but she cannot always help that.
It seems the girl has nothing to fear, for even in the face of fear itself does she find that inner well to draw upon. She just holds her head up higher and waits for whatever punishment will come. Not even their headmistress can frighten her.
But in the realms, in her Fantasia that fear comes out of her. There it feels as if she is alone, can be seen through, and exposed. It scares her to no end. Only there does her wit and strength fail her, and she can only bow her head and take what they throw at her.
Her rage and kindness are taps that must be broken into. The kindness is only reserved the girls that truly need it, those that have been beaten down by the Pretty Faces, the rage as well, and the friendship and love are for her closes friends- the other priestesses that share with her their amazing power that they learn more about daily, and at the same time find they do not know. Her hunger for rage and passion are only fed when something comes into her sight that she cannot grasp, something she knows she shan't have. Or can't. And when she knows she is not allowed, she will fight for it until it is firmly in her grasp, the poor girl has been broken again and again as the items slipped easily through her fingers like water.
Love.
Now, love is something she has never experienced and she doesn't believe she ever will. She will be thrown to the wolves of men from their safety of Florence and they shall devour her. She shall not find a husband that loves her for her, but for her looks, or worse, for the small inheritance that comes with her. Yes, as soon as she bows to the queen it is hers.
Well almost.
She has to be married.
She shall not titter at gossip, and spread it around because she wants to, but because it is in the nature of all girls.
She shall not laugh at petty remarks and small, sad jokes about other girls on purpose, but because she is a girl. And girls are expected to do that.
History:
Born on March third of 3,130, Cicily Jaden Stone was given the name by utter mistake. Her father was terribly drunk that night, and his words slurred together, both the doctor and her mother thought that he had said Cicily, instead of Cecily. Though her mother argued again and again about the name she failed to win the name over and 'Cicily Jaden Stone' was put down on the birth certificate.
Raised from money and wealth Cicily had a fairly good life, until she turned ten and was forced to leave her mother's side, forced to stop clinging to her skirts and stop running barefoot through the gardens, forced to go to Florence's Academy for the Young. Most girls sneered at her kinked curls and silly name, and of course, when she first came to Florence she was slightly chubby, still had round cheeks, ruddy from years spent under the sun. She didn't belong, and she knew that at the welcoming dinner when she received cold lumpy, porridge and the girl across from her threw peas into it.
In fact, she would have cried (as her wit had not yet come about her, and she knew not how to use it) if Ara MacArthur had not stood up for her, nearly getting herself into trouble on her first night there. Unsurprisingly, the girls have been inseparable ever since.
They were such good friends, that when Cicily brought a dying rose to life in her hands a year later she ran to Ara, heart racing, to tell her of the event. It seemed they could both do odd things, and Cicily was heartbroken. She didn't want to be odd and strange. She doesn't want her parents to have a reason to shun her out into the world and rid her of her wealth, and good name.
So, the girls kept it a secret- well, as far as Cicily was sure, she wasn't sure if Ara told anyone.
It wasn't until she started having visions of women from years and years showing her that it was okay, that millions of girls could do this, that they, Ara and Cicily, had a power that others envied. They warned her to use it only for good, and she's been sure to do just that.
That year she learned of the secret world of the realms, Fantasia, as she soon learned, and it became their second home. Nightly they would meet wherever they could, bouncing on their heals and entering the magical mystical world of the realms. Boys had not yet pricked their fancy as they were only eleven. So, they weren't quite ready for the boys passing them in the halls to look any better when they returned to school at the age of fifteen. It frightened Cicily so much she almost fainted, if she weren't so giddy with glee.
It was at that age that the two, with anger at the Pretty Faces, turned the bathroom into their 'head quarters' they'd gather their nightly, or at least Cicily would- if she had to alone to smoke a cigarette in peace (something that is totally illegal for girls...).
She and her group have been going to Fantasia since, just basking in its brilliance, in the never ending sunset and absolute beauty. But who knows what lies on the horizon?
Well, besides her Season which is fast approaching, in some ways it terrified her that she was going to be thrown to the hounds.
Fears:
- Being thrown to the hounds of men.
- Loosing her wit, her passion, and her anger- for that is what makes her up.
- Being alone all her life, growing up to be a spinster like so many of the Pretty Faces say she will be.
- Loosing the power that lets her feel like she belongs somewhere.
- Being rendered completely helpless.
Likes:
- Her Magic
- Her personality
- Boys
- Her friends, 'specially Ara.
- Cats
- Persian Rugs
- The Realms
- The Stars
- Fresh Air
- Apples
- Color
- Freedom, though she does not get to experience it much.
- Her father
- Pearls
- Beauty
Dislikes:
- The Invisible Line
- The food at Florance
- Boundaries
- That men have so much power
- That women don't have that much power.
- That the Pretty Faces are stuck up snobs
- That her name is Cicily
- That she can't share the wonder of the realms
- Men who are snobs and only want her for her magic
- And her wealth
- Over obsessed with themselves, people
- People that want pity
Dreams:
~Finding true love
~Being free
~Changing the world with her magic.
Anything you'd like to add?
NOTHING
