Post by claudine on Jun 11, 2013 20:19:33 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: Musichetta DuFort NICKNAMES: Musa, though she would only let Joly or Lesgle call her that. HERITAGE: French AGE: 23 GROUP: Citizen, Seamstress, Affiliated to Les Amis CANON: Yes PLAYBY: Rachel Hurd-Wood ----- PERSONALITY: Musichetta is generally very friendly and outgoing and she would say in great confidence that there isn’t much to hate about her really. She will quite often be the one to keep a conversation going and could perhaps be called something of a social butterfly. From a very young age, she has always been rather laid back about most things and doesn’t really tend to get angry easily. It would take a lot for someone to anger her. And really, she doesn’t like getting angry at people. She almost avoids it most of the time, not getting into fights or anything. What she does have though, is a very strong opinion of herself and those close to her, and she is blunt in the way she voices it. But most of the time, it is because she doesn’t really care what people think of her. She is who she is because she wants to be and really, she thinks that no one is going to change that. She is extremely confident in herself and knows who she wants to be in life. Though with her outgoing nature comes a certain sense of flightiness that often serves her badly when it comes to meeting new people. She is wise in her own right; though she tends to only concentrate on the things she enjoys which has got her down in her earlier. She also finds that she learns better alone, hence why her father used to sit her down and teach her to read and write on his own. That being said, she struggles with concentration most of the time. She’s the girl that you will find painting pictures of colourful things, and drawing on random pieces of parchment she finds lying about the place. She is an independent learner and that is the only way to describe her and it is for that, and her artistic nature, that she is a rather proud young woman. She is very aspirational, though her aspirations lay beyond the realms of books and reading. She found her love from a very young age in artistry, specifically, dress making, where she had a particular talent. As for her flightiness, perhaps she would say that it was her brother’s fault, always distracting her when her father wanted to teach her something new. From this stems her almost rebelliousness, and her tendency to let her concentration falter in conversations that don’t quite interest her. That being said, she is one of those people that, when they are interested in something, she will give her undivided attention. Likes
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APPEARANCE: Just like her personality, Musichetta is fiery. Her red hair began showing through when she was only three years old, taking after her maternal grandmother. Soon after, her hair knotted itself in tight curls that rarely seem to fall, even when wet. She takes great pride in the way she looks, and always seems to look a little better than those of her class, because of her talent at dress making. She is a petite young woman, almost gentle, and perhaps fragile standing at only 5 foot 3. She has always been a small woman though, even when she was a child, she was at least half a foot shorter than all the other children her age. But she doesn’t let her size bother her most times, having a personality to far make up for it. Otherwise, she is very pale, though not through any fault of her own, it is simply a family trait, as are her blue eyes. GOALS: If asked a few years ago, Musichetta probably would have told you that she wished to simply be known. That is…to have her name known by the important members of the elite, for that is what her father taught her to strive for. Though now, if you were to ask her that exact same question, she would probably say that she wished to make a business out of her craft, and become a successful woman in her own right. She probably also wishes that she could spend the rest of her life with her dearests, though she is perhaps too stubborn to say it out loud to anyone but them. HISTORY: Originally the son of a factory foreman from Bordeaux, things went wrong for Willem DuFort and his family when the factory failed after a bad winter. Employees fell ill and the factory did not have workers to take the shifts. It became clear to Willem that the work he so desperately needed was to be found in Paris, where the army was stationed. It was a desperate move, but one approved by his father and mother. When he arrived however, things weren’t as easy as he had expected them to be and he was forced to beg for a room in one of the inns in the lower parts of town. It was there that Adelaide Baudin, the innkeeper’s daughter, took pity on him. She was only young herself, feeling pity for the young boy on her father’s doorstep, speaking of how he had come to Paris to save his family from starvation. It was an elaborate story, perhaps a little further from the truth than needs be, but Adelaide believed it, and hid Willem in one of the smaller rooms of the inn. It was from there that he managed to find a job as a scribe for a local grocer who needed a literate man to take his accounts. With a job now under his belt, Willem paid Adelaide and her father what he owed, but it soon became clear that there were more than friendly feelings between the two teenagers. The two began spending more and more time together in the coming days, and Willem worked his way up to be an accountant at a local Paris factory. Soon, the two were due to be married, after Adelaide’s father had given his blessing, and exactly one year after their marriage, Musichetta was born. She was a restless child, really, her mother would say if she was asked but Willem and Adelaide loved their little girl more than anything in the world. Her father often said that the one thing he had wanted was a little girl to call his own and now he had her, even if she was a little grizzly at the best of times. As Musichetta grew, Willem strived to teach his daughter to read and write, as he had been taught by his father before him. Even Adelaide, who had always been illiterate, showed a very strong encouragement for her daughter to learn to read and write. When Musichetta was ten years old, her brother, Augustin was born. He was much quieter than his sister but from the moment he could walk, he clung to her with a fierce need, and Musichetta loved her little brother dearly. His attachment was the beginning of her growing distraction with things that didn’t interest her, however, though her father still managed to help her finish her studies, even if he had a rather difficult time of it. From even this young age, her mother discovered her talent for seamstressing, for that was one of the few things her mother could teach instead of her father. It was something Musichetta adored, and she was always quite an artistic child. And it was like this that she grew up, alternating her time between her mother, father and brother. Her life was quiet during this time, really, she was a normal little girl growing up in a loving family. It was only when she turned twenty that she chose to move out of the family home after her father purchased her a small home on the outskirts. Her mother wasn’t too keen, perhaps unsurprisingly, and it took some persuading before she allowed Musichetta to go out to live at the house on her own, even though it was only a mere twenty minutes away from the family home. It was over these next few years that she became familiar with Joly and Lesgle and was introduced the the rest of their friends, the so called Friends of the ABC. Musichetta was never particularly enamoured by revolution, but she cared for Joly and Lesgle dearly, so stuck by them when they asked. She is currently trying to make something special of her business despite the jests she may get from others. She often visits her little brother, now thirteen years of age, whenever she can and greatly rejects his want to join Enjolras and his revolution when he becomes a little older. That being said, she is very close to her brother even now. She spends the majority of her time though by either Joly or Lesgle’s side or at home working on her next design. ----- ALIAS: Tasha AGE: 21 GENDER: Female OTHER CHARACTERS: None as yet! HOW DID YOU FIND US: An advert on my site. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Cute…real…cute, honestly. She supposed he wasn’t as bad as she had perhaps expected him to be, and that was something to say, really, it was. It wasn’t often she gave people attention, because she simply felt that she was far more important than any of them. Was he one of the important ones though? Well…that was a good question and she could certainly doubt it for a moment. He didn’t seem anything special, if she was honest. Impressionable, perhaps, but certainly not special. That being said, she managed a smile because it was the least she could do. He was getting her a drink after all and she couldn’t be more impressed with that fact. She raised an eyebrow, careful, calculated and watched as the drink was placed in front of her. Well then…perhaps she could rely on this one after all. It all remained to be seen what he was going to say about the rumors though. Compliments mixed in with things he obviously knew were truth. Yet, if he did, he didn’t particularly show it, and she tiled her head slightly.“Cruel and beautiful…perhaps that is a good thing?”She smiled slightly, the corners of her lips turning up as she took a sip from the drink he had ordered for her. Cruel and beautiful were things that she strived for right to the end. “If I were to say that most of those rumors were true, would you think any less of me, sir?” Testing…treading the water and seeing how far she could go with him. She wondered if he would take the bait, as she ran her finger around the edge of the glass as if trying to make it sing like crystal. It didn’t, of course…cheap glass. Glass didn’t sing. She changed the subject quickly, focusing on him and his lack of…companionship. Oh…now wasn’t that something special? Whether he was trying to flirt for the sake of flirting or whether he was sincerely interested in her, she wasn’t quite sure yet. He was keeping his cards close to his chest after all. But…she had his attention for tonight?“Well…perhaps you are one of the important ones after all,” The smile was tight, but to anyone looking on, it would have been completely honest. Maybe she wasn’t sure if she could trust him yet, that was usually the case when it came down to people. She was detatched and she didn’t trust easily. “Certainly good with compliments, aren’t you?” Her eyes flicked to his, playful, teasing. She rather liked that about him, really. She liked that he was good with the compliments and he wasn’t afraid to give them.“I’m guessing you didn’t learn that from your fellow crew mates,” And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
