Post by Arienne Baudelaire on Dec 31, 2007 2:12:51 GMT -5
Name: Arienne Baudelaire
Age: 17 years old.
Gender: Female.
Height: 5 feet, 3 inches.
Weight: 117 pounds.
Appearance: Arienne has long jet black hair that falls over her shoulders and towards her chest. It’s usually kept straight, but sometimes she changes it with Baudelaire waves here and there. With the most beautiful blue eyes out there, with long eye lashes, she can stop any boy in his tracks and make him drool for more. They can also give off a cold vibe whenever she gets angry, sending chills down the school girls necks while making an overall statement - back off or else. Her eyes, in different amounts or colors of light, may seem to flicker between the border of being blue, and of being green, but she will tell you most assuredly that her eyes are officially blue; it just depends on what time of day you happen to catch her at.
Her skin, pale though it may appear, is simply the way she is – it’s color is not induced by some sickly disease or other.
Arienne is quite fair, not enough to be called pale but she definitely does not have the Mediterranean tan that is currently the vogue. Her skin though prone to unpredictable breakouts is reasonably clear most of them with a few light freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose. She hates her nose, though it isn’t really as repulsive as she thinks, it’s her father’s nose with the slight bump near the bridge but overall straight with a nice side profile. She is more fond of her lips, wide and a pale shade of pink when she smiles it spreads to her cheekbones and lights up her features nicely. Arienne is neither thin nor fat, though her figure is not really as slim as she’d probably like it to be, she would never bother to change her diet, which is something, she should really be watching since she despises all forms of exercise. She is small for her age or rather more politely petite at around five foot three bordering four with well-endowed curves but very small hands and feet.
Personality: Arienne has a strong faith and head when if comes to her believing something. Her thoughts are to be more looking for creatures and reading books then making friends. Kindness is another strong trait that runs threw her veins, if she feels you are hurt or in need of help she will offer. She has no grudge against anyone even people who make or have made fun of her. Heck, she would be too scared to hold a grudge. Yet another downside to our Darling Arienne, she is scared easily, and taken by surprise even easier. If her shadow sneaks up on her, she’s scared. Quiet not shy is the term to be used, she does not speak unless she has something to say. In her heart she knows that there is kindness in everyone, but she knows they do not show it. She cannot help but not hate people for who they really are but she can dislike them if she knows that they are not being themselves.
Arienne will often sing to herself, never purposely for people, and most are entranced by her voice, whether she knows that they’ve been listening to her or not. She hates it when people treat her like she's 'just a little girl' and that is often the cause of her fights. She is fierce and independent, though not as badly at home as she is when she is at school. Arienne hates it when other people think she is weak, and goes out of her way to prove that she isn’t. Arienne isn’t judgemental in the least. Does she have the right to be? Not in her opinion, at least not on silly things. It’s all the same to Arienne, and she could care less. In her opinion, they all hate/ignore her anyways, so whats the point of being anything like them?
Arienne is tough, whether she’s scared or not. She won’t take any crud from you if you give it to her. She won’t stand for it, and sometimes it gets her into trouble, but as a strength, it’s mainly what keeps her from getting hurt. Arienne is not a people person. At all. She is always on the balls of her feet, and is suspicious of everyone and anyone who she meets. It takes a lot to gain her trust. She seems even more unapproachable because of this. Arienne is impatient and rather bad-tempered, and she expects a command to be obeyed directly. She has an extremely sharp tongue, and hardly ever watches what she says, which always gets her into trouble. To the few people who really know Arienne, mainly family, she trusts them enough to be relaxed, to be herself. Usually, she’s just your average girl, and a sweet one at that. She’s willing to help if you need it, but only if she trusts you enough to show that side of her.
Arienne, despite the way she acts, is.... scared. That’s exactly why the way she acts is so strong, but that’s all she’s doing... acting. But then, dear god, there’s the other side of dear Arienne. Arienne is very happy-go-lucky with those who she trusts. If you chose to be her friend, then you’ll learn that she’s a smart girl who does, believe it or not, have a sense of humor. But if you’re not of her good side, she’ll be sarcastic, bad-tempered, and you’ll get lots of glares and dirty looks. While Arienne doesn’t like to fight, she’s definitely not afraid to. Although, Arienne would probably be sarcastic whether you‘re her friend or not.
Occasionally, she gets a little too sarcastic and can easily offend people, sometimes meaning to, sometimes not. Arienne is as lazy as any cat, and just as quick to strike. She is your typical tom cat, often on the prowl, but much more intelligent than most people give her credit for. Likes a good time and knows how to find one. Sensual and predatory. A real wild cat. Her humor can go from biting and wicked to playful and teasing. Fiercely protective of those who count.
The difference though, is that the wildness runs in her veins, like a tide, just below the surface. At first glance, Arienne is even tempered, her greatest concerns are her friends, and trying to do right by them. She is kind and thoughtful, but over all, mysterious; more likely to talk than listen. However, she is indeed wild and dangerous.She easily does the unexpected. Arienne is mysterious and often a bit aloof, but also clever with aceberic sense of humor.
She is loving to family and close friends. She has a silver tongue, which is unmatched. She can make the bitterest poison seem sweeter than honey. She will offer you the world and often times deliver. Although, the world may be very, very much different from what you actually had in mind. Charismatic, seductive, and alluring, Arienne seems very open and giving. She believes in a sort of balance, and that every being and thing has a place. She just feels that a great majority of those people and things are below her on the totem pole.
At least another good thing about Arienne is that she is strong. She doesn’t back down easily when in a tough situation, but Arienne attempts to keep on pushing further. Her Father has always taught her to stand up for what she believes in. She has a loud voice about her opinions and thoughts, even if they aren’t really necessary. Sure this can end a person in trouble and with a bad reputation about some things, but Arienne isn’t shy about getting her opinions out there. She always wants to be heard and the center of attention… yes, annoying at times, but it can be a good attribute nonetheless. However, this is only the side that ever shows if she is truely passionate about something.
Wealth Status: Middle Class.
Occupation: Governess
Personal Posessions:
• Journal
Pets:
• A tiny white fluff ball of a kitten, named Aubrilene.
Family:
• William Baudelaire [F a t h e r]
• Adrienne Baudelaire [M o t h e r]Pronounced Aa-dree-anne, instead of Aa-dree-enn
• Patrick Baudelaire
• Matthew Baudelaire
• Marian Baudelaire
• John Baudelaire
History: Arienne was born on what in our world would be May the first, a very special day to be born indeed. The first day of May, the beginning of spring, the signs of the new life approaching of all sorts, of the flowers and the trees, and the day that the snows melt away into the nothingness that is very well known as everything. She was what, in her town, was always known as a Merrybegot, a child of luck. Luck. So much that did her. Arienne was born in London, England as the third child to her parents, William and Adrienne. When she was growing up there, her father worked at a shipping yard in another city completely. This caused only the troubles of him being gone for so long. Her mother insisted on taking care of her herself, and schooling her herself. Arienne's father didn’t entirely approve of this, but he humored his wife and let her take care of their firstborn daughter..
Growing up with two brothers was fun for Arienne - she loved her brothers as much as any sister could; of course, a friend is a brother who was once a bother, and the two elder boys lived up to that without question. When she was 10 years old, her sister Marian was born. The girl, now 5 years old, looks up to her sister without question. Her youngest brother is 3 years old. It was around the time that Arienne had turned 12 years old that she began to work at one of the families homes in her city. Or rather, her mother did, and she sort of just lingered about I should say. Too young to work she was told; she hated being told that she was to young for something, but being her, she truly wasn’t really in a position to argue, now was she? So she lived in the servants quarters with her mother. She couldn’t work per say, but she discovered that she was allowed to help in the kitchens, and was even decent with some of the other servant’s children.
Two years later, at age 14, her father became fatally ill. With what was unknown to them, but it was assumed to be something related to perhaps the plague or the sweats; whichever it was, whatever it was, it was fatal. Her father died within three weeks of contracting the disease. Arienne was distraught – the man who had raised her, taught her her alphabet and the parts of the ship, taught her the songs she knew and the stories she told so often. He was actually dead. However impossible it had seemed in her mind, it had happened.
Her mother, with her father gone, couldn’t afford all of the children. Too many mouths to feed, and not enough money. She paid for John to be sent across the ocean, and Arienne, along with her older brother, Matthew was sent with him. While John was to be living with a family, the D’Launges’. Arienne and Matthew were to be put in the workhouse; while Matthew is complaining, Arienne, however, is not.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? Doubtful.
Sample Post: Arienne walked through the streets of Tortuga. She herself was having to shop for more supplies down at the tavern. Good thing she knew what she was looking for, probably why Mr. Drelaire had chosen her to go and fetch them all - Half the other girls would take one glance at the list, and wonder as to what half the tools on it even were. Arienne knew though. Came from working with them so much, she supposed. It was almost.... amusing..... in a way, that she knew more about tools than some of the other dolly-dopes that worked at the inn.
Arienne had a woven basket around the crook of her elbow, now filled with all sorts of supplies, from vegetables and supplies for brewing beer and ale, back in the back room, to hammers and other such tools to fix the tables in the tavern with the same old nails. Mr. Drelaire was cheap, and Arienne knew it. She barely got paid. How could she not know? At least she got food and boarding, and that was good enough for her.
Blinking, she glanced upwards to the sky, where the hot caribbean sun hammered on the heads of all the people shuffling through the streets, most of them, even in the middle of the day, Arienne could tell, was drunk. She herself had her hood pulled up over her head and it hung throughly to hide her dark brown eyes, though she made still that she could still see. A small man ran past her, and she felt her side lighten noticably. She pulled the small man back by the back of his shirt collar, and swat him on the head.
"Ferdy, you idiot, it's me." she said, grabbing her money pouch from him and dropping it into her basket of supplies, glaring at him. He looked at her with anger at first, then realization. "Oi! Arienne, dear god, take off the hood or your as likely as anyone to get robbed." he said, grinning. Arienne smirked and tapped his nose. "Oi, Ferdy, run faster or your as likely as anyone to get caught." she returned, continuing her walk. She noticed the man next to wall and looked around, before pulling back her hood and walking over. "Are ye lost?" she asked, shifting the basket on her arm.
