Post by azel on May 20, 2013 12:04:20 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: Azelma Sheree Thenardier NICKNAMES: Azel, Azzie HERITAGE: French AGE: 17 GROUP: Citizen CANON: Yes’m PLAYBY: Darla Baker ----- PERSONALITY: If forced to describe Azelma, one might choose the description of a small lake: stagnant, obedient, calm, collected, and guarded. There is really not much going on there…at least that the general public is allowed to experience. She is rarely separated from her parents or their cohorts. She is well acquainted with following directions and obeying blindly regardless of consequences to herself or others. It seems as though she cares little about anything, but she merely speaks little of her opinions. Because of her introverted nature, Azelma is often viewed as dumb. Although uneducated, Azelma listens and learns quickly. She is unable to read, but she can listen to a scholar talk and retain information like a sponge. Silence has proven to be golden as Azelma has become something of a secret collector. Her silence has improved her senses, and this asset of hers is something she has not yet learned to make full use of. Her simple nature has created a being that sees value in the simple things. Azelma is easily amused as a cat is with a piece of string. She is content with meager environments, supplies, and information. Little things can make her laugh or smile. That being said, she is easily set to tears by the troubles around her…other than the ones she has direct part in, of course. She has learned to keep the actual tears at bay, but her heart breaks for the suffering that surrounds her on a daily basis. This brings us to what Azelma does care about- jam. Jam or jelly or marmalade or fruit with sugar. Simple. But absolutely delightful. Give this girl some jam and you will meet a whole new person. There is something about the simple substance that lights her up. It adds sweetness to her wiry form that is often overlooked or hidden. The sweet also breaks her silent spell. Offer her a gentle glance and a candied berry, her life story is yours for the taking. Unfortunately, no one knows o this soft spot…nor would she reveal such information about herself. On the other hand, Azelma abhors the work she must do. Making people suffer does not make her happy as it does her father and mother. She does not enjoy being dishonest. She spends much of her time seated on the steps of the church begging per her father’s orders…but in that time she has heard the readings and the sermons. God is somehow alive within her without it ever being push upon her by her family. God is alive within her in an organic and natural way. He lives within her despite her sins. She has even snuck in to confession a time or two. Perhaps one day she will be able to begin a well-educated relationship with the Lord. Until then, eavesdropping of ceremonies shall be her communion with God. APPEARANCE: Azelma could simply be described as mousy. Her frame is small. Her features are small. She stands at a tiny 5’3. Everything about her is meek from her appearance to her dress. Even her voice comes out at barely a whisper. The shadows are her friend- as well as small places. Although she is young, the years have not been easy on her. Her growth has been stunted due to the hardship the family began to face when she was at a young age. Pour nutrition has led to her seemingly underdeveloped body, but she does well with it all the same. She works with what she has, and Azelma has become quite the little acrobat. She has built up strength in her sinewy limbs by scaling anything necessary. Like a cat, the young woman is unafraid to jump roof tops or cross a treacherous path. She is little to no sense of self preservation. Her compliance is merely built around a lack of assertiveness and the need for approval. She is easily underestimated thanks to her unspoken talents. GOALS: At present, Azelma thinks little of herself. Daily life takes precedence. Her normal struggle to get by and survive overshadows any trace of aspiration from her mind. Perhaps the young woman will soon find inspiration within the revolution…or perhaps she will just continue in her daze of obedience and submission. Azelma has a passion for drawing despite being untrained. If her mind was forced to pick a pursuit, art would surely come to the forefront. Azelma could benefit a great deal from being forced from the shadows. A little light on that pale skin might reveal colors that have remained hidden for seventeen years. HISTORY: Azelma never saw much of the good years. Her family had already come upon hardship before she entered the clan. She can’t help but think she may have been the hardship to befall the Thenardier’s. Another mouth to feed. Her whole life has been lived under the grey cloud that is her family’s misfortune, and she is the wind that blew the trouble upon them all. Not a day goes by where she isn’t reminded. TO pay the debt, she follows orders, day in and day out. Cinderella without a fairy godmother…wicked step mother…prince…evil step sister… Sister. About that. Azelma looks up to her sister like the Earth gazes back at the sun. She squints at the brilliance she sees in every fiber Eponine’s being. To Azelma, Eponine is everything a woman should be. Strong, talented, gorgeous…everything. When they were little, Azelma spent hours legitimately chasing Eponine’s shadow. Her life is not much different these days. At the age of seventeen, Azelma has done so very little. Of course, she has scars to show for her troubles that have not amounted to much, but who doesn’t have a few scars? Her climbing and thieving have left her banged up and scraped countless times. She always seems to bounce back, however. It is odd to think that this little china doll is so resilient. Azelma has every reason in the world to just crawl into a hole where everyone who does even know she exists will continue to pass her by as she fades away into nothing. And yet, she perseveres. There is something- a spark- deep inside her that keeps her fire burning. Let’s hope for her sake, someone helps fan the fire before someone else comes along to stamp it out. Until then, Azelma keeps to the shadows: watching, listening, and waiting. She is an expert at remembering details and information. She would make an ideal spy or a fabulous member on a trivia team. Unfortunately, those things are far ahead of her time. Azelma has a growing need to avoid wrongdoing. She witness one of her father’s compatriots beat someone to a pulp for merely knocking a glass jar full of ale from his hand. His cries and the thud still echo in her dreams. That was the one occasion upon which Azelma wished she could stop watching and listening. Her keen senses allowed her gentle heart to feel each dreadful blow. Azelma is no stronger to pain and beating, but seeing an innocent man broken, bloodied, and begging for mercy nearly broke her heart. The God she has heard so much about from the church steps had suffered a similar fate. Why then would he allow such things to happen? She would have to find a way to answer the questions her life of crime and newfound religious leanings created. This life of hers was quickly taking two paths at once. Things are growing confusing. Her mind, body, and spirit are beginning to wander away from the family business…if only her little childish heart would stop needing mommy and daddy to approve of her...perhaps she could be useful. Well, not to the revolution. Azelma cannot and will not get mixed up in it. She does not enjoy the idea of brother fighting brother. No matter who has been wronged or what wrong has been done- brothers should not be in a position to have to harm the other based on some philosophical or political idea. Perhaps she is naïve. Perhaps she is uninformed. Regardless, Azelma just wants everyone to live in peace, to see the beauty in the world that she recreates in her art, and to see the value in others. A quiet dreamer is a dangerous thing, and France better watch out…that is if Azelma can get out from under her daddy’s thumb. ----- ALIAS: Erin AGE: 21 GENDER: Female OTHER CHARACTERS: None HOW DID YOU FIND US: … ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: “[Slayer] knows how I roll.” XD And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
