Post by HELENE DE ROCHAMBEAU on Jan 7, 2013 17:55:05 GMT -5
THE DREAM
Helene can be described as a true romantic; she upholds the same ideals as Rousseau and believes that living alongside nature is the ultimate dream. Simplicity is a key component; she believes that everyman should be born free. Free to govern themselves and not to be ruled by a cruel hierarchy, where equality among men does not exist. Like many of the romantics, she believes in the republic, and is willing to stake her life alongside those who hold the same dream. Many of her morals have been influenced by those around her. She has seen in the actions of others, how important it is to fight for a society that governs with these beliefs.
A part of Helene has never really grown up; she still holds all her childhood dreams and wishes close to her heart. She is rather naive to the ways of the world, as she has been over protected by her father and finds her new way of life a challenge, but one she is willing to face. Some might say she is a fool for not going to England and risking her life in Paris. Much like her mother Helene is extremely passionate and impulsive, which perhaps is a huge flaw for Helene as she often acts on impulse and rarely thinks of the consequences. Her hot headed passionate nature has got her into trouble on many occasions and most likely will continue to get her into trouble in the future.
THE HOBBIES:
Reading, Tree Climbing, Horse Riding, Exploring The Outdoors, Picking Plants.
THE MIRROR
Helene holds an extreme likeness to her mother. In particular she shares the same dark half-moon eyes and button nose as her mother. There’s nothing remarkable about Helene’s appearance and she has never held much pride in her looks and clothing. There has always been a part of her that is wild, her various governesses could never tame her to dress and behave like a Lady of her background should have. Helene has waist length dark brown hair that can’t be described as straight, or curly, it almost cascades down her back in a thick wave like manner. Her hair is impossible to tame, and frankly Helene holds no patience in trying to do much with it. Shes never been a fan of fine gowns, and in her younger years her wardrobe did not lack for them. Helene always felt most comfortable in simple cotton and wool, anything that kept her warm while out in the countryside would do.
FAMILY
Lisette D’Aramitz - Birth Mother
Valentin Gautier (Chavelin) - Birth Father
Marquis de Rochambeau - Adoptive Father
HER STORY
Helene was born to Lisette D’Aramitz in the early hours of a crisp autumn morning. Her mother was a single parent and subsequently, was shunned by the entire village of Barbizon, for having an illegitimate child. Lisette had taken the eye of a kindly gentleman the Marquis de Rochambeau, her spirit captured his heart and he hid the two behind the high walls of his manor house. Helene’s mother’s spirit was much like Helene’s. She wasn’t happy hiding behind the safe walls, she wanted to be out doing things, exploring the mysteries the world held for her. She soon learnt that the village didn’t take kindly to her presence. She had acted against God’s will and had relations out of wedlock. Lisette was reduced to staying inside the manor house with her child.
While Helene grew into a strong healthy young girl, Lisette’s health dwindled until she died nearing Helene’s 13th Birthday. Helene believed it was being kept inside the home and gardens that killed her. Despite the Marquis caring hand, Lisette couldn’t stay strong enough for him or her daughter. Up until then, Helene had lived contently playing in the grounds of the manor and her playroom. She had a tendency to get herself into trouble with the governesses. She would always manage to get her dresses covered in dirt or snag them on bushes and trees. She was fascinated by all things to do with nature. Plants, trees and animals all captured her interests. She was bored of the grounds and fascinated with the forests that she could see from her bedroom window.
She was fifteen when she first began to sneak out from the grounds to explore the forest; it was there she met Henri. The two became fast friends, talking and playing in their forest. It was their playground and the two enjoyed being able to escape the constraints of their lives. Things were good for a while, until Helene and Henri ventured into the village, it was there one of the local villagers recognised Helene and started to make nasty jibes about her ‘whore of a mother’. Enraged by this, Helene had to be escorted home by the local law. She was forbidden to leave the grounds or see Henri again, although Helene suspected this was Henri’s parents’ wishes.
Helene could not be kept inside for long and she was soon sneaking out again to meet with Henri. Over the next couple of years, Helene’s feelings for Henri changed; he was no longer just her best friend. She loved him and was inspired by all his aspirations; however her world was also changing for the worst. They were suspected of financing and supporting the rebel cause, due to her association with Henri, - Henri began gathering rebels in the forest.
One late evening Helene was awoke by her father. The local priest had contacted them, to warn them that they had been listed as traitors to France and were wanted by Gabrielle Damiens. Helene was forced to leave her home with her father, to head to the docks where a boat was waiting for them to take them to England. The thought of leaving Henri and her country terrified Helene, she couldn’t bear to live without him. She was able to convince her father to leave her in a local convent, pretending she was too ill to travel the long journey. She stayed there for a week, before she was finally able to break out of the convent and return to the forests where Henri was.
Roleplay Sample:
As Percy Blakeney.
The Scarlet Pimpernel knew how to spot a lie; he understood the signs that people would involuntary give in the words that preceded the lie. What made him so adept at his job was how competent he was at reading people, and he prided himself on those skills. When it came to his wife, like many men, trying to guess the sub-text to her words was like a game of Hazard. Usually his chances were 50/50. Frankly, he fancied his chances were higher against the entire French guard. He was not the Scarlet Pimpernel, nor Sir Percival Blakeney around Margo, he was just Percy her husband. Like many husbands he often made dire errors regarding simple things around his wife.
Percy could never claim that he and Margo had an easy marriage. Lord, the two of them had fenced through many problems. Ultimately, it was their devotion to each other that had seen them through the hard times. If there was one thing Percy knew –and Percy knew many things- it was he would sacrifice everything for Marguerite. She made his life worth living; she inspired him to continue fighting for what he believed in.
‘Tiresome my dear! I’m merely stating the facts’ he said jovially, hiding his concern behind a smile, perhaps she’d caught a fever on the journey. He made a mental note to send for a doctor immediately, once they got to their quarters. He took a side glance back at his wife, surprised by her tone, she usually took his chatter with good humour after all, it was all a part of his appeal. He paused, studying her for a moment before she turned on the Blakeney charm. He smiled as he felt her lips against his, ‘I shall reserve judgement then, me dear!’ he said following her gaze to where she’d seen Andrew.
‘Careful Margo’ he said, his grip firming on her arm as he helped guide her through the crowd, ‘don’t over exert yourself if you are feeling unwell.’ He said. The last thing he wanted was for her to make herself sicker because of her headstrong ways.
