Post by MUSICHETTA AVARE on Aug 7, 2013 2:06:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] musichetta lisette avare. twenty-three. french citizen. felicity jones. | |
[rs=2] | "... with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune teller." musichetta is a small girl, almost delicate looking. standing at only 5 feet and 3 inches, she's used to hearing words like dainty, fragile, or frail to describe her figure or appearance. her features are more soft and slightly rounded, instead of refined sharp angles, giving her the childlike impression despite her twenty three years of age. beautiful probably won't be the the adjective to describe her. her kinds of beauty is those of pretty young girls, cute and darling. her dark brown hair rarely fell loose, instead she prefer to braid them around her head. however, the rare time she won't braid them, it fell in loose waves passed her shoulders. musichetta considers herself pretty plain compared to most young ladies her age. her dark brown hair paired with her hazel eyes didn't really stood out in between the bright blues or greens. she prefers to dress in bright but neutral colors, avoiding darker colors that would particularly stood out. ---------- "she is a superb girl, very literary..." while she's a small girl, musichetta is very high spirited. she wasn't one for sitting still for long, unless her attention was taken up by the company of a good piece of literarture. she's literate, and posessing the intelligence far surpassing women in her time. at least that was what several people had told her. however, by no means that she possess an arrogant attitude about it. she kept herself humble by being grateful for the education her family provided her. she's also kind as she is intelligent, providing herself capable to be friends with just about anyone who would accept her friendship. like other women her age, she enjoy dressing in her best attire and actually put an effort in looking pretty. she's capable of becoming prim and proper in her dresses with corset and petticoat. but as she is proper, she's also the girl who feels comfortable in her worn knee-high mud-slicked riding boots with her dark hair tumbling wildly around her shoulders. she's filled with contradictory traits, though she embraced it as a positive thing. she's polite but blunt and abrasive at times, sweet and caring but also capable of becoming despicable, bold and spirited yet appear shy and timid. musichetta is very opinionated. she's outspoken, especially regarding female education. she believes that education is essential and should be given to everyone. that reason was why she supported les amis de l'abc. she's less solemn and shy while involving with two of the boys, joly and lesgle, maintaining a joyous attitude around them. she offers a steady and consistent level of comfort and often times found herself feeling concern with not only her two boys, but also the rest of les amis. ---------- musichetta, second and youngest child from the couple anton and magaly avare was originally born in normandy. her father, a shop owner managed to keep the family happy and fulfilled all thoughout her childhood. the avare was not a rich family, but they weren't poor either. with her father's earnings, musichetta and her siblings never remembered times when they don't have food on the table. but while they never struggle, anton and magaly had taught their children to be grateful and took things for granted. even in their young age, musichetta and her siblings had been taught about the struggle of the less fortunate. young musichetta was a wide eyed little girl. everything around her managed to captivate and amaze her. as a little girl, she would follow her brother everywhere, attempting all the things he did and usually coming home crying with scratches from running and tripping around. but despite that, she always did the exact same thing, convinced that the outcome will be different, even though the same things kept repeating. if she wasn't chasing her brother around, little musichetta could often be found in her mother's tiny garden. she adored the different color flowers that blossomed there. at the age of ten, her parents start educating her along with her brother. it might not be a proper education (at least for musichetta) but she was taught the essential, which were reading and writing. at this age, she wasn't particularly fond of studying. she would complain and whine, preferring to be out in the garden with the flowers instead of being cooped up inside. it was only when she was thirteen that she began showing interest in reading, thanks to illustrations she found in her father's book. and with her renewed interest, she found herself to be a quick learner. it was when musichetta was fifteen that paris happened. with the thought of more promising possibility, her parents decided that a move to paris was a good idea. it wasn't. while the avare didn't struggle much, it was much harder to survive in paris. running a shop didn't fully support the family anymore, so to add the income, her family decided to invest in a flower shop that her mother would run. musichetta often times had insisted that she helped, despite her mother preaching that she should spend more of her time trying to find a potential husband instead of sticking around in the flower shop. musichetta decided not to pay attention whenever that topic of conversation appear. musichetta had always had an urge to help out. she wanted to be useful, to help out anyone with anything. at first it was simply out of kindness. after all, her parents had taught her to be courteous and treat people in manner you wanted to be treated. but soon, that urge to help become almost like a need. and in no time it became a goal for her to help and be useful to people. education was an issue that she strongly supported, and she often found herself attempting to taught street children on the importance of being able to read and write. but even though the more compassionate side of her argued that all of her good deeds were a charitable and humanitarian thing to do, a selfish part of her always found that she did those to be remembered. it was her strong enthusiasm on education that eventually led her to les amis de l'abc. well, not really les amis as a whole. actually it just led her to joly, who then led he to lesgle and the rest of the amis. she became a strong and loyal supporter of les amis, despite not being particularly interested in politics or revolution. in fact, musichetta is one of the people who did not believe on their revolutionary goal. but she knew how to kept her mouth shut about it, especially considering how she had grown attached and dependent on joly and lesgle. both believing wholeheartedly in the goal of their revolution. and musichetta will support them in anything, therefore she support their goal. ---------- for the past two hours, niall had been tossing and turning. he had kicked his covers, pulled it back to cover his body, curled up like alice, before kicking the covers back and repeating the process for several more times. alice, his kitten who usually slept next to his foot on the bed had decided to abandon her master and relocate to curled up on top of niall's discarded jeans on the floor. it wasn't a regular occurence that niall would still be up at this time, but for some reason after the potty break he had several hours ago, he just couldn't find a comfortable position to fall back asleep. he was starting to envy the little kitten for her ability to sleep anywhere. after a few more minutes of shuffling around, hoping to find the most comfortable position to fall back asleep, niall gave up. he violently kicked the covers, not caring when it slipped from the mattress to land on the foot of his bed. he wasn't exactly wide awake, in fact he was pretty sure he was half asleep and probably won't remember this in the morning. maybe he's actually sleepwalking right now. he padded barefoot around his room, picking up articles of clothings before throwing it back on the floor. he didn't need a shirt or trousers. no one had time for those at three in the morning. he did however, picked up his socks from its perch on top of his bedside table, not caring to matched the one on his right foot for the one on his left. a striped blue and white sock that reminded him of ravenclaw and a bright green sock covered with tiny mistletoes. he picked up alice from her snoozing spot, carrying the tiny snoring ball of fur with him to the kitchen. he padded around blindly, not wanting to turn on the lights for fear of waking up eireann. let's see, what's good at three in the morning? milk would honestly be the most normal choice. milk it is! he didn't find the milk in the first, second or third cabinet he opened. where do people store milk, anyway? turning to alice, he laid down on his stomach so his head was levelled with the kitten. carefully, he enunciated slowly, "alice, where did eireann put the milk?" the cat looked him square in the eye, before prancing away from him. "aliiiice!" he whined, lips curved into a childish pout. but before he could even chase the tiny furball and demand to know where the milk are, an ear piercing scream echoed throughout the small flat. the first thing he thought was it sounded like something being tortured. but then he realized the source of the voice had came from his sister's room. scrambling to his feet, only slipping once, he ran towards his room to grab his old beater bat. it hasn't been used for quite a while, so at the prospect of being used, niall knows how the bat must be brimming with pride and excitement. especially since niall was probably going to use it to smash a burglar death eater type person. he put aside fear, and with courage and determination, he charged towards eireann's bedroom beater bat in hand, slamming the door open. niall expected to find eireann, screaming for her bloody life and a death eater, wand poised at his sister's throat. what he did found was eireann with her hair wild and in a tangled mess and that giant boy with the curly hair sporting a black eye. "wha-whasgoingonhere?" his eyes moving wildly, looking at his sister and the curly haired boy. "where's the burglar death eater?" |
daniel. twenty-five. caution. |
