Post by nightingale on Jan 25, 2013 17:09:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #1f4579 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] At the end of the day you're another day colder FULL NAME: Niamh Aislinn Crowley NICKNAMES: Neev – It's the proper pronunciation of her name. HERITAGE: British – Irish to be exact. AGE: 20 GROUP: British Aristocrat CANON: Nope. PLAYBY: Katie McGrath ----- PERSONALITY: First of all, Niamh grew up in luxury, she has not known suffering and the like. She is what some people may class as spoiled. She's been given what she wanted from a young age, and therefore does have the mentality that she can get what she wants, but it's not all bad about Niamh. Despite being spoiled and somewhat selfish, Niamh has a kind heart. Niamh loves the people. She adores children and can't bare to see children in need. Niamh want's to have her own children As a child, Niamh found that she could not bare to see the sight of spiders. Spiders terrified her more than anything. Niamh often found that she ran from any sort of spider and that fear developed into encompassing mice and rats as well – all things she associated with a lack of money. She doesn't like being alone. In facts she hates silence. She doesn't like having to sit with her own thoughts. Being born a lady, she was always taught to be silent and just be seen, but Niamh wasn't too fond of that. She wasn't the kind of girl who was happy to sit and be stared at. She enjoys talking and she enjoys meaningful conversation. Niamh has always be very picky with the food she eats. Her favourite foods are indeed french delights. Niamh has faith in herself and society. She can sometimes be a bit naive. Niamh adores dogs and horses. She seriously adores them. As a child, she made her father buy her a horse and now she own two horses. She also has a dog. Niamh likes the outdoors. She loves walking in nature and sitting outside in the autumn, spring and summer. Her favourite season is the summer as she loves the warm. She is a pretty warm person as well. She tries to be friendly with people yet sometimes she comes across people she simply can not stand. Her least favourite season is the winter because she simply doesn't like the cold. It's always her least favourite time of year. Niamh is a little bit immature at times. She doesn't like being grown up, she leaves that to her brother. Along with being immature she doesn't often take responsibility. Niamh does not like the idea of being married off to an rich man. She lives to find love and she wants romance and the candles and all the girly things. She enjoys the finer things in life and she includes love within that. She believes that there is a person out there for everyone. Despite being a bit of a girly-girl, Niamh is and always will be a fighter. She's feisty, she always has been. She likes to pick a fight but she knows when enough is enough. Niamh is also able to make tough decisions. Niamh is a writer. She adores writing, and it's her passion. She can often be seen scribbling away in notebooks, her hands always have ink stains on them. APPEARANCE: Niamh has what many people would call very typically Irish features. Dark hair. Green eyes. Pale skin. Many people describe her hair as being thick like silk and so black that in the light it shines blue like an ravens feather. Her eyes are probably the most changing feature she has. They tend to vary in shade quite a bit, going from an slightly blue coloured green to an deeper grass like green. Niamh never seems to tan. Despite being outside as much as possible, she stays with the pale white skin that seems so natural to her now. Though in Niamh's days, tanned skin was a sign of being in the working class. While Niamh's skin is pure in colour, being white, it is not untainted. Niamh has a few scars on her body. Mostly unseen. They come from the fire when she was a young child. The most visible is a scar at the base of her neck (where her neck meets her spine) which is from when she tripped through a glass door. Niamh has a love of jewellery and often wears as much as possible. She always - always - wears a small ring on her right ring finger. Niamh always wears dresses with bodices and corsets and the whole lot. Her favourite is either her purple and blue dress or her green. She is often seen in the green because it sets off her eyes. She always wears clothes made from fine materials and has a vast sum of money behind her to buy decent clothing. GOALS: Niamh's goal in life is to be a famous literary writer. Niamh loves writing and she loves recreating her thoughts into interesting prose. If that falls through, she has the simply goal of being married to a man she loves. Her role model is Jane Austen. HISTORY: Niamh is the second born of Aislinn and Con Crowley. Her mother was from the Irish Family 'Moriarty' who owned the land that the Crowley family wanted to buy up. This went on for many years with the two families becoming what the Montagues and Capulets were to each other. This is where Aislinn and Con come in. Aislinn met Con when she was 15, and the two got to know each other. They ended up falling in love, unaware that their families hated each other. Though their marriage was just what the two families needed, the land would remain in both families and neither family had full ownership. When Aislinn was 18, she gave birth to Niamh's elder brother Cillian. Two years later and Niamh was born. From the moment she was born, she was loud. Where as her brother was a quiet baby. Despite being pretty different, she always loved her brother. Where she was dark haired and pale skinned, her brother had blond hair and a slightly more tan colour skin. Niamh was taught to be a lady from a young age. She was always a little jealous of her brother who was being taught fencing and cool subjects, but she never held it against him since he would give her private fencing lessons. It was in one of these lessons that she tripped and went through one of the glass doors. Niamh was 10 when everything went wrong. One of their servants set a fire in the grounds in the night and it spread to the house. The house went up quickly and Cillian managed to get Niamh out of the house in time, but by the time he went back for their parents it was too late for Con Crowley. Though Niamh was alive, she had been licked by the flames and had some rather unsightly burns, most of them healed. Her mother had inhaled a lot of smoke and with the loss of her husband ended up going mad. They had to section her into one of the few mental asylums and though they knew she would not be treated well the two siblings could not cope with her. It was after their mother was sectioned that their uncle took the two in. He and his wife were very kind to the pair, and the siblings did not regret their decision. Though their uncle was rather ruthless in his business takeovers, he was not like that with his niece and nephew. It was her uncle that introduced Niamh to writing and her aunt that encouraged her. While her uncle was an aristocrat like her family had been, her aunt was an peasant girl from the village. She was 15 years old when her uncle took her and her brother to France for the first time. She was enthralled by the community and would end up returning years later. Her brother though he had mounting pressure on him to take on more responsibility still made time for Niamh, he carried on giving her fencing lessons to get back to some normality and brought her a writing desk. She was around 15 when she received her first offer of courtship. She rejected the first one but was pressured by a friend to take the second. She was unimpressed. Infact no one lived up to the ideal man she had in mind. She and her brother finally left their uncles care when Niamh was 19 years old, they spent the first year travelling but have recently settled in Paris, since they were so impressed with France before. With the revolution starting they are in talks about leaving and returning to Ireland. They enjoyed Ireland and they do miss their uncle. ----- ALIAS: Abi AGE: 17 GENDER: Female OTHER CHARACTERS: None HOW DID YOU FIND US: Adverts ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Morgana shook out a couple of leaves in her hair. She closed her eyes, and tried not to wince the the increasingly nagging headache forming behind her skull. That first morning after a full morning was the worst for Morgana. She made her way back to the corner where her ragged dress was hidden. She clutched at her naked arms, cold in the damp cave she hid herself in during a full moon. She tugged the dress on, shivering at the coldness of the material, she did not have the luxury of warm clothes and a warm bed. She did up the belt with shaking fingers, it emphasised just how skinny her body actually was, and it did not look very natural. She pushed the stone out, using all her strength to move it. It wasn't easy, but she'd done it time and time again, so each time it got easier. She huffed for a moment, getting her breath back before setting off on the long trek back into Thistle Way Alley, though without a wand she did have magic, she just had not used it in a long time. She hung back in one of the back alleys waiting for the moment to try to blend in. She shivered in the cold, and knelt down, trying to keep herself warm. She was so hungry, she realised. So terribly hungry, her stomach growled, the transformation into an werewolf and back then the walk into the town had worn her out incredibly, and now she had stopped she realised it. She tucked her arms to her stomach, trying to stop the gnawing hunger. She forced herself to stand up, clinging at the wall as she did. She moved forward and stumbled as she did. She hated the morning after. She was always more starved than usual, more tired, more worn out than usual, however it was the one time she stopped feeling so guilty for stealing and scavenging. She coughed harshly her lungs betraying her. She felt so worn down. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't not till she got some food. Morgana put an shaking hand to her forehead and carried on walking, and as soon as she had done that she looked back at her hand, the way it was shaking she would never be able to scavenge anything. Not for a while. The thought dismayed her. If she had no money how would she eat? And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
