The Rose & The Nightingale - directed by Eliza
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The Rose & The Nightingale - directed by Eliza
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Ah, Paris. Life in Victorian France is enjoyable. Quiet and calm with only the occasional disaster (if you could even call it that!) to disturb your peace. A beautiful city with wonderful smells, music, and people. Any stranger on the street would tell you there's no place he'd rather be than Paris, France.
Paris is home to many wonderful attractions, big and small. One of the most well known is the Palais Garnier: The Paris Opera House.
Many flock to the Opera in search of fame, hoping to become known to all of France, to have their name and picture on the signs and boards, to be the stars of famous operas and attract people from all over the country to the shows.
On the outside, the Opera House seems quiet and calm. But the inside is quite different. Chatter is always abuzz, gossip floating in the air like a thick cloud of smog. Rumors fly through the Opera House like a well-bred race horse: at top speed.
The most current rumor happens to be that of the Opera's infamous Ghost haunting the halls and corridors. The current managers, Monsieurs Poligny and Debienne have retired and left the Opera in the hands of two new managers, Andre and Firmin. The story of their expeditions with the infamous Phantom of the Opera have only just begun.
What will you be to Victorian Paris? A shopkeeper? A wealthy spouse? Law enforcement, or simply your every day civillian?
Or will you be one of those who dreams of the stage? A ballerina, perhaps, or maybe you search for something more, something along the lines of diva.
Whatever you wish to be, it can happen here.
Welcome to Paris, France: the home of The Paris Opera House and its Phantom.
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Arielle Blanc « Thread Started on Dec 9, 2008, 1:05am »
Name: Arielle Therese Blanc
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 112lbs
Appearance:
Arielle, beneath the dirt and ill reputation that comes with living in the slums is, in her own right, a rather pretty girl. From a combination of the build of her body and her small amount of funds, is thin and small. Her skin is quite fair and on the whole unmarred, and her waist and limbs have a pleasant slimness to them. Her face however, does have gauntness about it.
Her long, knotted hair is only a few shades lighter than her skin. A good washing would reveal that it's color somewhat resembles the sun on a bright, spring day. The blonde locks have never been cut, and reach her knees. She normally keeps it tied back with her one hair ribbon, which has much use.
Her face, despite its unhealthy thinness, has a sweetness and innocence to it. Her wide, blue doe eyes give her a youthful appearance, and her rosy lips have won her many a sale.[at least two paragraphs]
Personality:
Arielle, despite all she has gone through, has survived more or less intact. She is determined to survive, and will do anything to do that. Perhaps her most prominent fault, is a hatred of wealthy people, especially men. She doesn't understand why someone with so much excess does not help the perfectly good people that suffer with her everyday. She thinks them selfish, soft, and uneducated, in a real sense of the word. She really hates them, and has been embittered by her hardships.
Arielle has two layers to her. The first is a passionate, spirited and flirty persona which she has taken on to protect herself, and also to suit her occupation. She is lively, brash, passionate, quick to anger, and defensive, as well as a little crude. She hates the type of person she has to be, and really dislikes herself and what she has to do.
Her second layer is her true self. Arielle has not acted as her true self since her grandmother and only caretaker died three years ago. She is eager to please, loyal, caring, trusting, spirited and rather innocent. She loves to laugh and smile. This is the Arielle that suffers. There is no one around her that is her friend, that cares about her. All Arielle wants, and has ever wanted, is for a friend, someone to love her, care for her, hold her when she cries and tell her it will be all better.
Wealth Status: Poor
Occupation: A Streetwalker, although she'd give anything to be doing something else.
Personal Possessions:
Arielle has very little, for she can afford little. Her only possessions are a simple day dress, her elaborate, yet cheaply made night dress, a worn and faded hair ribbon, and a necklace that was once her mother's. The necklace is her most treasured possession, and she never takes it off. If she ever were to lose it, she would be heartbroken. She also has a piece of chalk, which she uses to teach herself to write on the walls of her tiny room.
Pets:
Having barely enough to care for herself, Arielle has no pets. However, she does consider the birds that nest outside of her window to be pets of some sort.
A lot has happened to Arielle in her lifetime. She was born into a middle-class family. Her father was a rather successful shopkeeper and her mother was a retired ballerina. Both of them died when she was three of disease, and Arielle was sent to live with her kindly grandmother. As a result, she has very few memories of her parents, other than stories her grandmother told her nightly.
Although Grandmama was not as affluent as Arielle's parents were, she grew up happily in the little cottage on the outskirts of the city. Arielle loved her grandmother dearly, and emulated herself after her. When she got older, she began a childhood romance with Thomas, a farmer's son. Arielle was comfortable with her life, and felt that her future was settled, and she had a happy life ahead of her. It was her belief that she would marry Thomas, live with him on a farm in the countryside, have four children, and live comfortably well.
This dream was shattered when Grandmama unexpectedly died when Arielle was fourteen. Arielle was left alone and indebt. Her grandmother's cottage and nearly all of Arielle's possessions were seized to pay for the debts, and she was left homeless and with hardly a penny to her name.
Not knowing what else to do, Arielle moved into the city to try to make it as a seamstress. This plan quickly failed, for Arielle was always terribly clumsy with the needle, and was fired within a month. Desperate, she searched for work anywhere, but found none. What little funds she had rapidly ran out, and she found herself on the streets, with no food, no home, and only rags to wear. Arielle couldn't believe how far she'd fallen.
Not knowing what else to do, Arielle took up begging, something she detested. It brought her very little. There were so many beggars in the slums, and only so much generosity from the more fortunate. But in this course of work, she was discovered by a man named Gilbert Claire. M. Claire offered the starving and desperate young Arielle a job, working for him. With little knowledge of what he was offering, she agreed.
And so, Arielle obtained the position that she has now held for two and a half years, hating every moment of it. She has seen herself transformed into a woman of a very disagreeable sort, and with little reputation. But, she survives, and for now, that is what is important.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? Most likely not, since she is never in the theater, unless one of the actors is wanting of company.
Sample Post:
Gilbert would be mad. That much, Arielle knew. She had, once again, refused a customer. And on account of what? Because he was to drunk? Because he seemed to be very violent? What did it matter if he had killed her? Business is business, and the life of a prostitute isn't worth a lost sale. That is what Gilbert would say. That's what he always said. But Arielle was in this for survival, wasn't she? If she wasn't going to preserve her own life, she might as well quit now and go back to the streets. Perhaps Gilbert would throw her out…
No, it wouldn't happen. She was quite popular, and she brought in more money than she lost. She was too valuable, for now.
Arielle paused, seeing the first tinge of sunlight on the Paris horizon. That was her signal to return home with what money she had made. Consequentially, she loved the sun and, more specifically, dawn. To her, it meant something. Hope, perhaps, a new day. Anything could happen today. Perhaps, today, I will find a way out of here. Arielle scoffed at her naïve thoughts. There was never a way out for her anymore.
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