Post by Francesca Neville on Dec 22, 2007 3:25:50 GMT -5
Name: Francesca Neville
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Height: 3'4
Weight: 45 pounds
Appearance: Francesca Neville is a frail girl of seven. While most children her age are in a healthier state Francesca stands 3'4 and only weighs 45 pounds. The little girl can either be found wearing a ragged gray dress that ends just below her knees or a lacy white high necked dress of the same length.
Francesca has long blonde hair which is naturally curly. Her hair is usually worn loose reaching her mid-back or on occasion pulled away from her pretty face with a ribbon. Francesca has a stunning shade of blue eyes which catch others off gaurd. When one looks into her eyes one sees the world in a different light.
Personality: Francesca dubbed the 'Angel' by those at Marie's is a softspoken and quiet little girl. Despite what she has gone through she is an innocent and doesn't understand the wrong of it all. Francesca is kind and caring, she worries for others more than herself. Like all children she has a playful and lively spirit but her health often prevents her from too much.
Wealth Status: Poor
Occupation: Child- But since she lives at Marie's Mademoiselles will most likely be brought up as a prostitute.
Personal Posessions:
*Two simple dresses
*One gray shawl
*A pair of stockings and pair of black dress shoes
*An old wooden doll given to her by one of the many prostitutes at Marie's.
Pets: None
Family:
Mother- Giselle Babineaux (Deceased)
Father- Surname is Neville but anything more about him is unknown to Francesca.
History: Years ago a gentleman with the surname of Neville visited Marie's whorehouse and against his better judgement fell in love with a prostitute. For almost a year he and Giselle would 'meet' sharing time with each other. One day he asked her for her hand in marriage but she refused having other more ambitous plans. The two argued endlessly and their relationship ended bitterly. The pair never met again but low and behold just a week later Giselle found herself pregnant with his child no less.
Months later Giselle died in childbirth leaving behind a little daughter. The baby was named by Marie and has since been looked after by all the women of the place. Francesca has found a place in their hearts but that does not mean they always have her best interest at heart. This place is all Francesca has ever known considers it home and believes it the norm, that people all over the world treat each other so. Does not know any better.
Francesca has suffered ill health and molestation most of her young life.
Participate in the story of the Phantom?: Possibly.
Sample Post:
(From another POTO website/ 4 year old character)
Ludivine listened intently to the story and felt sad for the little duckling. Unwanted, Ludivine knew how the duckling must have felt…she had felt the same way. Her father...she closed her eyes to keep herself from crying. Ludivine didn’t want to cry or be sad anymore. Just then she remembered as Nadir came to the end of the story how the duckling was finally accepted and she felt happy for the now loved duckling…or swan. Ludivine's eyes blinked open realizing that Nadir was leaving the room. Frantic, she sat up and softly cried out to him. Too late... he had already gone and closed the door.
Ludivine crawled out from beneath the warm covers and stood up in the large bed watching the door. Listening as Nadir and Darius' voices steadily faded away. After a few minutes Ludivine had discovered the fun of jumping on the bed and in another few minutes she had fallen off the side with a thud. Most would have started crying and normally she would have too but now Ludivine only laughed.
From that spot Ludivine curiously looked about the green walled room stopping at one wall lined with books. Books! They would have stories right? New stories...yes. Unable to read Ludivine moved to the shelf anyway and reached for a random book opening it to a random page. Not realizing she was invading privacy. The one page had a beautiful picture of a night time scene with little silver stars dotting the dark sky and a man on horseback pointing up to the brightest star.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!"
Ludivine sang sweetly, the song fitting perfectly with the drawing. Perhaps the man in the drawing had sung the song too to the little star?
Taking the book along with her she managed to get back into bed...and couldn't help but to continue jumping.
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Height: 3'4
Weight: 45 pounds
Appearance: Francesca Neville is a frail girl of seven. While most children her age are in a healthier state Francesca stands 3'4 and only weighs 45 pounds. The little girl can either be found wearing a ragged gray dress that ends just below her knees or a lacy white high necked dress of the same length.
Francesca has long blonde hair which is naturally curly. Her hair is usually worn loose reaching her mid-back or on occasion pulled away from her pretty face with a ribbon. Francesca has a stunning shade of blue eyes which catch others off gaurd. When one looks into her eyes one sees the world in a different light.
Personality: Francesca dubbed the 'Angel' by those at Marie's is a softspoken and quiet little girl. Despite what she has gone through she is an innocent and doesn't understand the wrong of it all. Francesca is kind and caring, she worries for others more than herself. Like all children she has a playful and lively spirit but her health often prevents her from too much.
Wealth Status: Poor
Occupation: Child- But since she lives at Marie's Mademoiselles will most likely be brought up as a prostitute.
Personal Posessions:
*Two simple dresses
*One gray shawl
*A pair of stockings and pair of black dress shoes
*An old wooden doll given to her by one of the many prostitutes at Marie's.
Pets: None
Family:
Mother- Giselle Babineaux (Deceased)
Father- Surname is Neville but anything more about him is unknown to Francesca.
History: Years ago a gentleman with the surname of Neville visited Marie's whorehouse and against his better judgement fell in love with a prostitute. For almost a year he and Giselle would 'meet' sharing time with each other. One day he asked her for her hand in marriage but she refused having other more ambitous plans. The two argued endlessly and their relationship ended bitterly. The pair never met again but low and behold just a week later Giselle found herself pregnant with his child no less.
Months later Giselle died in childbirth leaving behind a little daughter. The baby was named by Marie and has since been looked after by all the women of the place. Francesca has found a place in their hearts but that does not mean they always have her best interest at heart. This place is all Francesca has ever known considers it home and believes it the norm, that people all over the world treat each other so. Does not know any better.
Francesca has suffered ill health and molestation most of her young life.
Participate in the story of the Phantom?: Possibly.
Sample Post:
(From another POTO website/ 4 year old character)
Ludivine listened intently to the story and felt sad for the little duckling. Unwanted, Ludivine knew how the duckling must have felt…she had felt the same way. Her father...she closed her eyes to keep herself from crying. Ludivine didn’t want to cry or be sad anymore. Just then she remembered as Nadir came to the end of the story how the duckling was finally accepted and she felt happy for the now loved duckling…or swan. Ludivine's eyes blinked open realizing that Nadir was leaving the room. Frantic, she sat up and softly cried out to him. Too late... he had already gone and closed the door.
Ludivine crawled out from beneath the warm covers and stood up in the large bed watching the door. Listening as Nadir and Darius' voices steadily faded away. After a few minutes Ludivine had discovered the fun of jumping on the bed and in another few minutes she had fallen off the side with a thud. Most would have started crying and normally she would have too but now Ludivine only laughed.
From that spot Ludivine curiously looked about the green walled room stopping at one wall lined with books. Books! They would have stories right? New stories...yes. Unable to read Ludivine moved to the shelf anyway and reached for a random book opening it to a random page. Not realizing she was invading privacy. The one page had a beautiful picture of a night time scene with little silver stars dotting the dark sky and a man on horseback pointing up to the brightest star.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!"
Ludivine sang sweetly, the song fitting perfectly with the drawing. Perhaps the man in the drawing had sung the song too to the little star?
Taking the book along with her she managed to get back into bed...and couldn't help but to continue jumping.
