Post by Juliet Falloux on Dec 11, 2007 16:17:14 GMT -5
Name:Juliet Maria Falloux
Age:25
Gender:Female, as is obvious.
Height: 5’7
Weight:120
Appearance: ‘Belle. Elle est belle.’That is what almost every man that crosses paths with her thinks as soon as his eyes find her face. Not many can boast of being more beautiful. It is strange that such a simple, lowly born and bred woman of no money or prospects could be so entrancing. But, she is a gypsy after all. Most think that it is all a spell. Well, the women and the priests at least. Yet, this was how she was born and how she will stay.
Her body is hourglass shaped, which has come from genetics (her mother having been a very curvaceous prostitute) and lack of nourishment at times in her life. She is also considered taller then most woman, being about 5’7. Some woman are jealous of such a body, being perfect for a dancer or any type of performer come to think of it. Her skin, tan during the summer and pale during the winter, is unblemished. The young woman had barely escaped being marked by the pocks at the tender age of sixteen, which was very lucky indeed. The only mark on her skin is a image of a single rose tattooed onto the back of her shoulder blade. It is a mystery to all those who have seen it and Juliet is not about to tell anyone how she got it.
Now, for her face, the very face that have inspired many a poet and composer. The structure is relatively round, ears small so not to get in the way of her other features. One of those features being her eyes. They are a lovely greenish gray blue, like a wave in the ocean. It is said among the village children that is you look closely into them, you can see how your death will play out. But that is only a rumor, or at least so she says. Her lips, full and voluptuous, are a very rosy pale, but she often paints them red. And, to literally top it all off, Juliet has a thick brown mane that stretches all the way to her lower back.
Personality: Her mysterious appearance matches her personality well, or at least supposedly. When customers come to her tent, Juliet almost never says anything about herself, her past, or her present. Just gets right down to business. She always smiles as if she has a secret that you don’t know. Her emotions never can be seen on the job besides anger and intrigue. Some people have interesting futures, while others are upset with what she says. Either situation will cause those emotions. But hopefully you won’t have to worry about those. If you are in luck, like Juliet is often, you will meet her off the job.
When not telling fortunes, Juliet seems to be a wholly different person in many respects. Her every move is filled with grace and her smiles are given freely to children, even if they think she is a witch. With her friends, she is open and generous. They are what keep her life in place, the smiles still coming. Never has she ever betrayed a friend, despite all the situations that she could have that would have made her life easier. Juliet has her morals and stand by them.
But don’t take her kindness for granted. Her temper is sharp, even though it takes alot to make her angry, while it doesn’t take much for she to think badly of you. You get only five chances, unless you are friends with the lovely lady. So beware this gypsy’s temper.
Wealth Status: Poor
Occupation: Fortuneteller
Personal Posessions: A crystal ball on a silver stand in which there are engravings of the crescent moons and ghostly figures.
A few pieces of paper and two simple quills.
A small table, decorated with a clean white cloth, and two chairs.
A silver ring
Some makeup, such as blush and red lipstick.
Pets: A little black cat named Jalouse
Family: Jaques Francois Falloux - Brother
Bella Anna Costella – Mother (deceased)
History: Juliet Maria Falloux, demi French, demi Spanish, was born in a rented room inside a simple Inn in Rouen. She was followed only minutes later by her twin brother Jaques. Their mother had been oh so close to death, but because of the midwife that was helping her with the birth, Bella Anna Costella lived on. She wasn’t a very rich woman, nor middle class. Nothing more then a popular whore. But don’t let the word popular slip your notice. Yes, she made a good bit of money compared to most others in her profession. Bella was a very different woman, and different back then only meant trouble to those around the little family.
Juliet grew up in a flat just above a sweat shop with her little brother. The owner’s wife, a well educated woman who had come from a very rich merchant family, became attached to the two the moment they had gathered up the courage to ‘visit’ the workers. She had been there meeting the workers herself when her green eyes caught the sight of the two pairs of mixed green gray blue ones. Immediately she introduced herself and made friends with the two little ones. Every day following their encounter, Juliet and Jaques would rush down the stairs and into the shop, dashing about in order to find the darling mistress. They would get together and have tea. But one day, the dame got it into her head to teach them how to read and write. Soon enough, the lessons began. Everyday, instead of doing chores and such, the twins would be taught by the woman and be the best students possible.
But there comes a time in one’s life that things take a turn for the worst. Her mother, having had enough of all the money she had to pay to keep three people fed, took off to Spain, her home country. That left Juliet and Jaques, age 14 at the time. They had to move from the tiny loft and seek shelter in the city streets. But the first night the two young ones found themselves on the streets, Juliet insisted she saw the future. Her greenish eyes saw herself in a tent, a purple one with a carpet on the ground and her brother eating a piece of bread. Ever since then, Juliet took up telling the fortunes of others and joined a gypsy troop in Paris while her brother took a job as a thief in a group of young people.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? No
Sample Post: The evening returned for another day, the sky turning dark and people began to settle in for the night. Yet, for the lovely Juliet, the day had only just begun! Pushing the simple wooden chair back to allow her to stand, the beautiful gypsy woman backed away from the table that held her crystal ball. A secret smile twisted her pale pink lips, greenish grey eyes sparkling with the promise of the evening’s get together. She walked quickly to find her cloak and flung it onto her body, the red fabric making her blue skirt pop, just like her eyes. Her feet, covered with simple black slippers, led herself out the tent’s door and off to the far edge of the city were the gypsies of the Paris were going to get together, play music and dance til they couldn’t stand up. Plus, there would be some drink! Oh, how Juliet longed for a good drink and some nice chatting with old friends.
Her pace began to quicken, long brown hair falling out of the high ponytail she had put it into earlier that day. She rushed past the mothers of the town, pushing their children inside to get them away from the supposed ‘witch’ of Paris. But, in the eyes of the children, they only saw a happy young woman, unlike their tired and hopeless mother. Just to entertain the children and harass the mother, Juliet twirled around to face les enfants and gave a wink, reaching into her pocket and took out cheap sparkles that a dancer friend of hers had given her. With a single movement of her pale hand, they were sent up into the air, towards the children. Smiles spread across their faces, but the mother pushed them into the house. So, with that source of entertainment gone, Juliet sprinted away again, off to have some amusement with her friends and hopefully her twin brother, if he hadn’t been arrested again.
Age:25
Gender:Female, as is obvious.
Height: 5’7
Weight:120
Appearance: ‘Belle. Elle est belle.’That is what almost every man that crosses paths with her thinks as soon as his eyes find her face. Not many can boast of being more beautiful. It is strange that such a simple, lowly born and bred woman of no money or prospects could be so entrancing. But, she is a gypsy after all. Most think that it is all a spell. Well, the women and the priests at least. Yet, this was how she was born and how she will stay.
Her body is hourglass shaped, which has come from genetics (her mother having been a very curvaceous prostitute) and lack of nourishment at times in her life. She is also considered taller then most woman, being about 5’7. Some woman are jealous of such a body, being perfect for a dancer or any type of performer come to think of it. Her skin, tan during the summer and pale during the winter, is unblemished. The young woman had barely escaped being marked by the pocks at the tender age of sixteen, which was very lucky indeed. The only mark on her skin is a image of a single rose tattooed onto the back of her shoulder blade. It is a mystery to all those who have seen it and Juliet is not about to tell anyone how she got it.
Now, for her face, the very face that have inspired many a poet and composer. The structure is relatively round, ears small so not to get in the way of her other features. One of those features being her eyes. They are a lovely greenish gray blue, like a wave in the ocean. It is said among the village children that is you look closely into them, you can see how your death will play out. But that is only a rumor, or at least so she says. Her lips, full and voluptuous, are a very rosy pale, but she often paints them red. And, to literally top it all off, Juliet has a thick brown mane that stretches all the way to her lower back.
Personality: Her mysterious appearance matches her personality well, or at least supposedly. When customers come to her tent, Juliet almost never says anything about herself, her past, or her present. Just gets right down to business. She always smiles as if she has a secret that you don’t know. Her emotions never can be seen on the job besides anger and intrigue. Some people have interesting futures, while others are upset with what she says. Either situation will cause those emotions. But hopefully you won’t have to worry about those. If you are in luck, like Juliet is often, you will meet her off the job.
When not telling fortunes, Juliet seems to be a wholly different person in many respects. Her every move is filled with grace and her smiles are given freely to children, even if they think she is a witch. With her friends, she is open and generous. They are what keep her life in place, the smiles still coming. Never has she ever betrayed a friend, despite all the situations that she could have that would have made her life easier. Juliet has her morals and stand by them.
But don’t take her kindness for granted. Her temper is sharp, even though it takes alot to make her angry, while it doesn’t take much for she to think badly of you. You get only five chances, unless you are friends with the lovely lady. So beware this gypsy’s temper.
Wealth Status: Poor
Occupation: Fortuneteller
Personal Posessions: A crystal ball on a silver stand in which there are engravings of the crescent moons and ghostly figures.
A few pieces of paper and two simple quills.
A small table, decorated with a clean white cloth, and two chairs.
A silver ring
Some makeup, such as blush and red lipstick.
Pets: A little black cat named Jalouse
Family: Jaques Francois Falloux - Brother
Bella Anna Costella – Mother (deceased)
History: Juliet Maria Falloux, demi French, demi Spanish, was born in a rented room inside a simple Inn in Rouen. She was followed only minutes later by her twin brother Jaques. Their mother had been oh so close to death, but because of the midwife that was helping her with the birth, Bella Anna Costella lived on. She wasn’t a very rich woman, nor middle class. Nothing more then a popular whore. But don’t let the word popular slip your notice. Yes, she made a good bit of money compared to most others in her profession. Bella was a very different woman, and different back then only meant trouble to those around the little family.
Juliet grew up in a flat just above a sweat shop with her little brother. The owner’s wife, a well educated woman who had come from a very rich merchant family, became attached to the two the moment they had gathered up the courage to ‘visit’ the workers. She had been there meeting the workers herself when her green eyes caught the sight of the two pairs of mixed green gray blue ones. Immediately she introduced herself and made friends with the two little ones. Every day following their encounter, Juliet and Jaques would rush down the stairs and into the shop, dashing about in order to find the darling mistress. They would get together and have tea. But one day, the dame got it into her head to teach them how to read and write. Soon enough, the lessons began. Everyday, instead of doing chores and such, the twins would be taught by the woman and be the best students possible.
But there comes a time in one’s life that things take a turn for the worst. Her mother, having had enough of all the money she had to pay to keep three people fed, took off to Spain, her home country. That left Juliet and Jaques, age 14 at the time. They had to move from the tiny loft and seek shelter in the city streets. But the first night the two young ones found themselves on the streets, Juliet insisted she saw the future. Her greenish eyes saw herself in a tent, a purple one with a carpet on the ground and her brother eating a piece of bread. Ever since then, Juliet took up telling the fortunes of others and joined a gypsy troop in Paris while her brother took a job as a thief in a group of young people.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? No
Sample Post: The evening returned for another day, the sky turning dark and people began to settle in for the night. Yet, for the lovely Juliet, the day had only just begun! Pushing the simple wooden chair back to allow her to stand, the beautiful gypsy woman backed away from the table that held her crystal ball. A secret smile twisted her pale pink lips, greenish grey eyes sparkling with the promise of the evening’s get together. She walked quickly to find her cloak and flung it onto her body, the red fabric making her blue skirt pop, just like her eyes. Her feet, covered with simple black slippers, led herself out the tent’s door and off to the far edge of the city were the gypsies of the Paris were going to get together, play music and dance til they couldn’t stand up. Plus, there would be some drink! Oh, how Juliet longed for a good drink and some nice chatting with old friends.
Her pace began to quicken, long brown hair falling out of the high ponytail she had put it into earlier that day. She rushed past the mothers of the town, pushing their children inside to get them away from the supposed ‘witch’ of Paris. But, in the eyes of the children, they only saw a happy young woman, unlike their tired and hopeless mother. Just to entertain the children and harass the mother, Juliet twirled around to face les enfants and gave a wink, reaching into her pocket and took out cheap sparkles that a dancer friend of hers had given her. With a single movement of her pale hand, they were sent up into the air, towards the children. Smiles spread across their faces, but the mother pushed them into the house. So, with that source of entertainment gone, Juliet sprinted away again, off to have some amusement with her friends and hopefully her twin brother, if he hadn’t been arrested again.
