Post by annette on Jan 13, 2013 12:43:04 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] annette de martignac. twentyone. the league of the scarlet pimpernel. holliday grainger. | |
[rs=2] | Softhearted and empathetic would perhaps be the two perfect traits to describe Annette de Martignac, the eldest and only daughter to the Comte and Countess of Martignac. With her dirty blonde hair that is naturally curly, her appearance goes hand in hand with her soft heart. The hair that falls to her waist in a gold waterfall, frames the cherubic face that gives her almost an ethereal appearance. Yet said appearance is marred by the freckles, proof of Annette spending much time in the sun. For you see, despite being the daughter of wealthy aristocrats, Annette never had the mindset of one. Whilst her parents bemoaned the loss of the privileges that came with being an aristocrat when the call for a fair republic came up, Annette was secretly all for it. Her blue-green eyes showed the depth of the emotion she felt for all the street people and the poorer of her countrymen. She spent plenty of time outdoors, often time with the servants on her estate when she was younger, talking and learning of the lives beyond the Martignac estate she was confined in. Even when her parents brought her out in the closed carriage, the ever curious and stubborn Annette managed to find a way to get a glimpse of the world outside through the drawn shades and carriage doors. Always the persistent one, little Annette had tried to convince her parents to be less haughty, less of the typical cookie-cutter French aristocrat most of their peers were, but to no avail. Eventually the blonde female decided to just satisfy her own annoyance, and did her own charity jaunts, slipping out through a small doorway she discovered. Whilst this may be a little impulsive, and more then once Annette had found herself in a fix, she's never stopped. Impulsivity and disregard for rules is something Annette has always recognized in herself, but could never curb. Despite her dislike for her parent's values though, Annette was horribly loyal, almost to a fault. As such, when her parents were sentenced to meet Madame Guillotine Anette went along with her parents, made no attempt to plead her own innocence. But it was to her relief when the mysterious crusader they all knew only as the Scarlet Pimpernel rescued her whole family, and sent them on their merry way. Afterall, Annette had no such wish to die just yet. For years, she lived her life comfortably with her parents, more or less rusticating in the England countryside where she had to live her life istening to her parents complaining of what they have to live with, and how much better life in France would be for them. When she turned twenty-one, it was as if her parents had had enough of being England nobodies, and decided then and there that they were returning to France. Annette tried to advise them otherwise, for fear of their own safety. The blonde herself would love for nothing more then to return home, her country dear in her heart. But she feared for their safety. Yet they would not heed her words, and before long, Annette found herself on a vessal back home, bittersweet a trip it was. But she found she wasn't wrong. Whilst the reign of terror was over, it wasn't far off behind them. As it was, with General Lamarque's imminent death looming, the street dwellers were unhappy yet again, and while it was mildly considered safe for them, she knew her parents would still be in danger when the uprising eventually began. But she can not just stand there and pretend she believed in her parents cause anymore. While she may not openly defy them, and if push came to shove, Annette would still choose to save them, she cannot help but put her support fully behind the student rebellion group she's heard of, some alphabetically named group whose aim was for a fair republic. And it was with this curiosity that Annette, now bolstered with the courage and maturity of a twenty-one year old, roamed the dangerous streets of France on her prowl. --- roleplay sample The slight guy had been falling closely behind Lydian, the only thing keeping him from curling his fingers around the back of the other Gijinka's shirt and clinging on to him was the fact that it would probably endanger both himself and Lydian if either of them needed to bolt away in a split second. As such, Erik had refrained from clutching on to the other, but stayed closeby as they went on the search for a new place. Not that their current one was any bad, but when it rained half the time they were in danger of getting drowned, and Erik was shivering every night with each gust of wind from the fallen roof. As such, a new place seems to be in order. Despite the work it would take, Erik was actually quite happy when Lydian finally decided they probably needed to move, and was more then eager to come along as he scouted for a new place. Having left most of his Pokemon behind, the only one trailing after them was Erik's Pachirisu and Mienfoo, both treading cautiously. Well, Nerio was anyway. Aphrodite was just sniffing at everything curiously and bounding around, her long bushy tail the only thing visible as she leapt around. Ducking immediately when a bunch of Beedril flew out of the new place they were entering, Erik had dived to grab Aphrodite just as she was about to get a faceful of Beedrill, and the both of them had ended up rolling under the staircase and colliding in to a bunch of boxes. Coughing as he straightened up from all the dust, and shaking them out of his hair as he ascertained his Pokemon was fine. It wasn't until he looked up did he realize that while he had managed to roll under the Beedril to land right smack in the middle of the house, Lydian was still on the other side of the Beedril. "Inside Lydi!" Erik replied to his call, realizing the ferocious bees did not notice him as he was under the stairwell. Crouching further in to the shadows, Erik clutched his shivering Pachirisu to himself. "Are you alright?" the guy couldn't help but ask, unable to see Lydian through the mess of Beedrill's buzzing around. |
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