Post by 'Gypsy' Rousseau on Oct 7, 2007 5:10:45 GMT -5
Name:
Aimee Airlea Gypsy Rousseau, she is often called "Gypsy" by the other members of the ballet. She is also called Cendrillion by her grandmother only that means "Little one of Cinders."
Age:
Is in her 13 year.
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'5''
Weight:
125 lbs.
Appearance:
Aimee, fittingly, or perhaps not so fittingly, resembles a night sky. She has skin like moonlight; soft, pale, and slightly translucent, that in the bright sunlight her skin almost seems so see through that you can see right through the skin. Contrasting against her pale skin is her curly hair that resembles that of a velvet, starless midnight-black sky. Her eyes are a very pale blue, with a golden hue to them that emit from her pupil. Her eyes sparkle like radiant stars with intelligence and life, and she has thin eyebrows and tremedously long eyeslashes.
Her hair is in tight curls, that reaches her waist and she sometimeshas a long thin curl that falls in front of her eyes. Her lips are thin, yet slightly plump and are rose colored.
When she smiles at you, she means it, her rose pink lips curving ever-so-slightly to reveal a perfect, if not a bit pointy, set of white teeth. Her face is heartshaped, and is still plump and youthful showing her appeareance as a young girl. She has a faint rose colored mark in the middle of her eyebrows.
She is quite tall, standing at 5'5'', a bit tall for her thriteen year old self. She is often mistaken to be older than she actually is. Aimee has a thin frame, and she is often mistaken to be mal-norished. She has only a few curves, but in the right places. Her thin frame is accomponied with slight muscels showing for her upper and lower body strenght.
Despite being a girl of highclass she is rebblious. She sneaks away from her family, often changing from her finery to simple clothes that the people of middle-class or peasents wear. Aimee also wears boys clothes sometimes to her mother's dismay because it is easier to move around in. And in some cases gypsy clothes.
Personality:
Because of her strange birth, and even stranger heritage of her grandmother, Aimee is intriuged and fascinated with anything strange or abnormal. She has a very strong bond with her grandmother, which her first word was "gramee." And made her grandmother, Alketo the gypsy smile with pride.
As she grew, her fascination with abnormal things began with hearing the story of her strange birth. After hearing it at first, she demanded to hear it over and over again before she went to bed, or just because she wanted to. She will tell her birthstory to anyone who bothers to listen. Then her obessesion moved to her gypsy lineage, where her grandmother taught her everything about the gypsian people. Their history, class distinctions, and their way of living. Her grandmother taught her how to tell forutens, about the major arcana of the tarot, and also vairous mythologies from other countries.Aimee became more of accpetant of her lineage unlike her mother, who wants Aimee to not suffer the torment of being a gypsy.
Aimee became rebillious, she refused to listen to anyone but her grandmother, who had to calm her down and tell her to listen to her parents and governess. It was really stressful for Madame and Monsieur Rousseau, to have to deal with such a child. She neglected her lessons, and only came for her dance, painting, and music lessons which she exceled in highly. She can forgive people, only to her if they truly are worthy of forgivness. And her generousity to the poor and orphans makes her highly naive to sort wither they are truly grateful or are either conning her.
She hopes to find love someday, and does not go on looks. But, by heart, soul and mind in a person, which her grandmother taught her as well. She was taught to respect every living thing, no matter how evil or full of hate, she was taught that everything and everyone is equal no one is suprerior to another. She is bluntly honest, to the point of being rude which also makes people think that is she snobby and mean. Which she really isn't. She cares for animals, and is not seen carrying her beloved kitten, Nyx with her.
And upon her parents sending her beloved grandmother away, Aimee forgave them for not understanding but holds a bitterness towards them and she still does.
Wealth Status:
Wealthy
Occupation:
Ballet and is an ispiring musician/composer.
Personal Posessions:
-A deck of tarot cards she recieved her mysterious gypsy grandmother. :3
-Pairs of black, white, and pink ballet slippers made out of the finest silk in France.
-A small leather bound folder where she stores the songs she composes.
-And finally a golden chain necklace with a dark sapphire in the shape of a crescent moon. The golden chain has small daimonds weaved into it. She wears it underneth her clothing, and it was of course given to her by her grandmother.
Pets:
At least a month old siamese kitten she adopted, who she named Nyx. The cat wears a midnight blue silk collar ribbon.
Family:
Mother-Airlea Rousseau-age 35
Father-Daniel Rouseau-age 38
Grandomother-Alekto-age 65
History:
Aimee Airlea Gypsy Rousseau was born to an extremely wealthy, but not noble family of the Rousseau's. The story of her birth is somewhat strange. At full noon every tree in every single orchard on her family's estate burst into bloom at the exact same moment, a sign that life is taking bloom. Her mother was strolling though the gardens with her grandmother, when two claps of thunder; one from the east, and the other from the west met above their heads in a massive collision of sound. Madame Rousseau fell to the ground, at at that moment Aimee declared her time to be born. Her grandmother carried her mother and into the house.
When Airlea was giving birth it began to storm, the wind howled and hail beat against the stone roof. Then when all the fires in the manor were lit, the wind whooshed down the chimneys and blew out the fires. The servants hid behind the arms and skirts; none of them had never seen anything like this before. And right before midnight, Aimee was born. Her mother kissed her brow which she carries to this day. Giving her daughter time to rest grandmother Alekto took the baby to the kitchen to warm her up. She set her into a large pot by the fire, and began to stoke the cinders to rise. Then Aimee awoke and cried; at the sound of her vioce every single fireplace in the manor burst into flame. Hening her grandmother's name for her "Cendrillion."
Her mother grew up a gypsy, exotically beautiful and entrancing, and her father a wealthy young man of the high class. The two fell in love and were soon married, despite her father's family protest. But, they sooned accepted their love, despite the gossip of the other families.
As Aimee grew up, she loved to spend time with her gypsy grandmother. Her family are not nobles, but are highly wealthy and social, since of that public title her mother neglects her gypsy heritage even though she had named her daughter Gypsy. So Aimee spent every waking moment with her grandmother, learnig about the gypsies and often traveling to fairs. She neglected her lessons, and became rebillous against the rules of high society, running away and often wearing boy clothing when on her escapades. She began to hate high class people when she saw how people, even her own family neglected the pitiful poor and never even offering help and money to those in need.
So whenever she met a peasent she always offers some money and food. She was punished severly for sneaking orphans into her room one time.
As Aimee grew older her love for the arts began to show. She was taught to paint, and often paints her own dark and sometime deeply erotic interpetations of fairy tales. She began to compose music, always with some reference to her gypsy heritage, wither it be the rythym or the words. She was taught to dance, and also gypsies dances too.
She was labled a freak by accuaqtences, because all she could talk about was the gypsy people. This caused her to isolate from people, but she still does not care what others think. Her parents took her relastionship with her grandmother as an endager to the family name and to their daughter's future so the sent her to live in Poiteirs. Aimee became outraged, and had tantrums against her parents for doing that. Her parents could no longer handle her entire persona, so the sent her to a place where they knew that she would at least fit in for her talents in music and dance; The Opera Populaire.
Upon arriving at the age of 9, she was somewhat accepted by the other members of the ballet, and shunned by the rest. She grew up delibritly happy, enjoying dancing on stage and preforming in front of people. She was and is still often seen hanging around with the composers and members of the orchestra to ask them questions and to teach her. At 12, she learned to dance on point and loved to show her grandmother her new music and dances whenever her parents premitted the grandmother to visit. She also on her thirtenth birthday adopted a siamise kitten, who she named after the greek goddess of night and darkness, Nyx. Her and the kitten became imseprable.
She has of course heard stories about the Opera Ghost, and finds him intriguing and wishes to met and talk to him someday.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? [Yes or No]
Yes!
Sample Post:
This is my post from another site.
Aimee Airlea Gypsy Rousseau, she is often called "Gypsy" by the other members of the ballet. She is also called Cendrillion by her grandmother only that means "Little one of Cinders."
Age:
Is in her 13 year.
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'5''
Weight:
125 lbs.
Appearance:
Aimee, fittingly, or perhaps not so fittingly, resembles a night sky. She has skin like moonlight; soft, pale, and slightly translucent, that in the bright sunlight her skin almost seems so see through that you can see right through the skin. Contrasting against her pale skin is her curly hair that resembles that of a velvet, starless midnight-black sky. Her eyes are a very pale blue, with a golden hue to them that emit from her pupil. Her eyes sparkle like radiant stars with intelligence and life, and she has thin eyebrows and tremedously long eyeslashes.
Her hair is in tight curls, that reaches her waist and she sometimeshas a long thin curl that falls in front of her eyes. Her lips are thin, yet slightly plump and are rose colored.
When she smiles at you, she means it, her rose pink lips curving ever-so-slightly to reveal a perfect, if not a bit pointy, set of white teeth. Her face is heartshaped, and is still plump and youthful showing her appeareance as a young girl. She has a faint rose colored mark in the middle of her eyebrows.
She is quite tall, standing at 5'5'', a bit tall for her thriteen year old self. She is often mistaken to be older than she actually is. Aimee has a thin frame, and she is often mistaken to be mal-norished. She has only a few curves, but in the right places. Her thin frame is accomponied with slight muscels showing for her upper and lower body strenght.
Despite being a girl of highclass she is rebblious. She sneaks away from her family, often changing from her finery to simple clothes that the people of middle-class or peasents wear. Aimee also wears boys clothes sometimes to her mother's dismay because it is easier to move around in. And in some cases gypsy clothes.
Personality:
Because of her strange birth, and even stranger heritage of her grandmother, Aimee is intriuged and fascinated with anything strange or abnormal. She has a very strong bond with her grandmother, which her first word was "gramee." And made her grandmother, Alketo the gypsy smile with pride.
As she grew, her fascination with abnormal things began with hearing the story of her strange birth. After hearing it at first, she demanded to hear it over and over again before she went to bed, or just because she wanted to. She will tell her birthstory to anyone who bothers to listen. Then her obessesion moved to her gypsy lineage, where her grandmother taught her everything about the gypsian people. Their history, class distinctions, and their way of living. Her grandmother taught her how to tell forutens, about the major arcana of the tarot, and also vairous mythologies from other countries.Aimee became more of accpetant of her lineage unlike her mother, who wants Aimee to not suffer the torment of being a gypsy.
Aimee became rebillious, she refused to listen to anyone but her grandmother, who had to calm her down and tell her to listen to her parents and governess. It was really stressful for Madame and Monsieur Rousseau, to have to deal with such a child. She neglected her lessons, and only came for her dance, painting, and music lessons which she exceled in highly. She can forgive people, only to her if they truly are worthy of forgivness. And her generousity to the poor and orphans makes her highly naive to sort wither they are truly grateful or are either conning her.
She hopes to find love someday, and does not go on looks. But, by heart, soul and mind in a person, which her grandmother taught her as well. She was taught to respect every living thing, no matter how evil or full of hate, she was taught that everything and everyone is equal no one is suprerior to another. She is bluntly honest, to the point of being rude which also makes people think that is she snobby and mean. Which she really isn't. She cares for animals, and is not seen carrying her beloved kitten, Nyx with her.
And upon her parents sending her beloved grandmother away, Aimee forgave them for not understanding but holds a bitterness towards them and she still does.
Wealth Status:
Wealthy
Occupation:
Ballet and is an ispiring musician/composer.
Personal Posessions:
-A deck of tarot cards she recieved her mysterious gypsy grandmother. :3
-Pairs of black, white, and pink ballet slippers made out of the finest silk in France.
-A small leather bound folder where she stores the songs she composes.
-And finally a golden chain necklace with a dark sapphire in the shape of a crescent moon. The golden chain has small daimonds weaved into it. She wears it underneth her clothing, and it was of course given to her by her grandmother.
Pets:
At least a month old siamese kitten she adopted, who she named Nyx. The cat wears a midnight blue silk collar ribbon.
Family:
Mother-Airlea Rousseau-age 35
Father-Daniel Rouseau-age 38
Grandomother-Alekto-age 65
History:
Aimee Airlea Gypsy Rousseau was born to an extremely wealthy, but not noble family of the Rousseau's. The story of her birth is somewhat strange. At full noon every tree in every single orchard on her family's estate burst into bloom at the exact same moment, a sign that life is taking bloom. Her mother was strolling though the gardens with her grandmother, when two claps of thunder; one from the east, and the other from the west met above their heads in a massive collision of sound. Madame Rousseau fell to the ground, at at that moment Aimee declared her time to be born. Her grandmother carried her mother and into the house.
When Airlea was giving birth it began to storm, the wind howled and hail beat against the stone roof. Then when all the fires in the manor were lit, the wind whooshed down the chimneys and blew out the fires. The servants hid behind the arms and skirts; none of them had never seen anything like this before. And right before midnight, Aimee was born. Her mother kissed her brow which she carries to this day. Giving her daughter time to rest grandmother Alekto took the baby to the kitchen to warm her up. She set her into a large pot by the fire, and began to stoke the cinders to rise. Then Aimee awoke and cried; at the sound of her vioce every single fireplace in the manor burst into flame. Hening her grandmother's name for her "Cendrillion."
Her mother grew up a gypsy, exotically beautiful and entrancing, and her father a wealthy young man of the high class. The two fell in love and were soon married, despite her father's family protest. But, they sooned accepted their love, despite the gossip of the other families.
As Aimee grew up, she loved to spend time with her gypsy grandmother. Her family are not nobles, but are highly wealthy and social, since of that public title her mother neglects her gypsy heritage even though she had named her daughter Gypsy. So Aimee spent every waking moment with her grandmother, learnig about the gypsies and often traveling to fairs. She neglected her lessons, and became rebillous against the rules of high society, running away and often wearing boy clothing when on her escapades. She began to hate high class people when she saw how people, even her own family neglected the pitiful poor and never even offering help and money to those in need.
So whenever she met a peasent she always offers some money and food. She was punished severly for sneaking orphans into her room one time.
As Aimee grew older her love for the arts began to show. She was taught to paint, and often paints her own dark and sometime deeply erotic interpetations of fairy tales. She began to compose music, always with some reference to her gypsy heritage, wither it be the rythym or the words. She was taught to dance, and also gypsies dances too.
She was labled a freak by accuaqtences, because all she could talk about was the gypsy people. This caused her to isolate from people, but she still does not care what others think. Her parents took her relastionship with her grandmother as an endager to the family name and to their daughter's future so the sent her to live in Poiteirs. Aimee became outraged, and had tantrums against her parents for doing that. Her parents could no longer handle her entire persona, so the sent her to a place where they knew that she would at least fit in for her talents in music and dance; The Opera Populaire.
Upon arriving at the age of 9, she was somewhat accepted by the other members of the ballet, and shunned by the rest. She grew up delibritly happy, enjoying dancing on stage and preforming in front of people. She was and is still often seen hanging around with the composers and members of the orchestra to ask them questions and to teach her. At 12, she learned to dance on point and loved to show her grandmother her new music and dances whenever her parents premitted the grandmother to visit. She also on her thirtenth birthday adopted a siamise kitten, who she named after the greek goddess of night and darkness, Nyx. Her and the kitten became imseprable.
She has of course heard stories about the Opera Ghost, and finds him intriguing and wishes to met and talk to him someday.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? [Yes or No]
Yes!
Sample Post:
This is my post from another site.
Making sure no one was around, Aimee spun herself around, and she disappeared into the closet.
Luckily, there was nobody in it, and Aimee didn’t have to use her hammer to knock people out. However, she was sure that at least one couple would find their way in there by the end of the night. She pushed aside a few mops and opened a secret door in the wall.
The small tunnel ended in a closet-sized room that was just above the ornate staircase of the foyer, lit by a few candles. She had stashed there her other costume.
She struggled to get the heavy dress over her head, listening closely. The ballet was now performing the Grand Finale, and had already gone past the key change. She was running out of time!
Finally the frock landed in a heap at her feet. She slid off some of the extra things and pulled the white dress over her head. Next came the white ballet slippers. She tried to unfasten the glass dragonfly’s clip, but it was tangled in her hair. Frustrated, Aimee tried to yank it out, but only succeeded in hurting her scalp. She listened hard to what was going on below her.
“Let the spectacle astound you…”
A collective gasp met her ears as the music came to a screeching halt. Oh no! Aimee fumbled with the hair ornament, panic making her mind go crazy.
“Why so silent, good messieurs?”
At last, the glass dragonfly came loose and she laid it carefully on top of the green frock. Aimee hurriedly tied back her hair with the white ribbon and opened another small door in the room, snatching her cloak and mask as she went. The door revealed a small, metal slide, which she slid down as silently as possible. At the bottom, in the darkness, Aimee put on her cloak and mask as she listened to the Phantom of the Opera terrorize the partygoers. Unless she was quite mistaken, the dear old opera ghost was picking on the foppish Brit, Danderson.
“Why the horrified stare, kind sir? I am to assume that I am not welcome here?”
She could hear the new manager’s horrified squeak through the wall.
The female smirked. The fool had been stupid enough to think he could run the opera house his way, and it sounded like he was now looking at the blade of O.G.’s sword. She chose that moment to push the little door in the wall open and make her entrance.
“And why wouldn’t he be welcome?” A voice rang across the silent ballroom. No one dared to gasp. The Phantom Angel had appeared at the top of the staircase. She walked down slowly, one petite, white-clad foot at a time. “Is this not a masquerade?”
The Phantom Angel joined the Opera Ghost on the landing, white and blue outfit contrasting strongly with the attire of Red Death. She curtseyed slightly. “Good evening, Monsieur Phantom.”
He bowed amiably. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle Angel.”
They started down the staircase, each slow, deliberate step in perfect step with the other’s. The Phantom Angel stared down any person bold enough to meet her eye.
“I trust you all remember me.” The Opera Ghost spoke with a normal tone and volume of voice, but his voice carried all the way to the far reaches of the ballroom, and it seemed to be everywhere at once. “Although it has been many years since my last public appearance, I am quite confident that I left a lasting impression.”
They had now reached the bottom of the staircase. The Phantom Angel stood boldly beside the Opera Ghost, her chin slightly lifted. The Phantom of the Opera surveyed his audience with a sweeping glance.
“However long it has been is irrelevant. My demands are still the same. Twenty thousand francs a month and Box 5, along with any other commands I may deliver. If you choose to ignore my requests…” an evil smile crossed his face, “…a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.”
He drew his sword in a mock salute, still smirking. “I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant.”
A loud explosion cut through the silence, and a puff of red smoke flew up around him. When the dust cleared, Red Death was gone. His accomplice, however, remained.
Luckily, there was nobody in it, and Aimee didn’t have to use her hammer to knock people out. However, she was sure that at least one couple would find their way in there by the end of the night. She pushed aside a few mops and opened a secret door in the wall.
The small tunnel ended in a closet-sized room that was just above the ornate staircase of the foyer, lit by a few candles. She had stashed there her other costume.
She struggled to get the heavy dress over her head, listening closely. The ballet was now performing the Grand Finale, and had already gone past the key change. She was running out of time!
Finally the frock landed in a heap at her feet. She slid off some of the extra things and pulled the white dress over her head. Next came the white ballet slippers. She tried to unfasten the glass dragonfly’s clip, but it was tangled in her hair. Frustrated, Aimee tried to yank it out, but only succeeded in hurting her scalp. She listened hard to what was going on below her.
“Let the spectacle astound you…”
A collective gasp met her ears as the music came to a screeching halt. Oh no! Aimee fumbled with the hair ornament, panic making her mind go crazy.
“Why so silent, good messieurs?”
At last, the glass dragonfly came loose and she laid it carefully on top of the green frock. Aimee hurriedly tied back her hair with the white ribbon and opened another small door in the room, snatching her cloak and mask as she went. The door revealed a small, metal slide, which she slid down as silently as possible. At the bottom, in the darkness, Aimee put on her cloak and mask as she listened to the Phantom of the Opera terrorize the partygoers. Unless she was quite mistaken, the dear old opera ghost was picking on the foppish Brit, Danderson.
“Why the horrified stare, kind sir? I am to assume that I am not welcome here?”
She could hear the new manager’s horrified squeak through the wall.
The female smirked. The fool had been stupid enough to think he could run the opera house his way, and it sounded like he was now looking at the blade of O.G.’s sword. She chose that moment to push the little door in the wall open and make her entrance.
“And why wouldn’t he be welcome?” A voice rang across the silent ballroom. No one dared to gasp. The Phantom Angel had appeared at the top of the staircase. She walked down slowly, one petite, white-clad foot at a time. “Is this not a masquerade?”
The Phantom Angel joined the Opera Ghost on the landing, white and blue outfit contrasting strongly with the attire of Red Death. She curtseyed slightly. “Good evening, Monsieur Phantom.”
He bowed amiably. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle Angel.”
They started down the staircase, each slow, deliberate step in perfect step with the other’s. The Phantom Angel stared down any person bold enough to meet her eye.
“I trust you all remember me.” The Opera Ghost spoke with a normal tone and volume of voice, but his voice carried all the way to the far reaches of the ballroom, and it seemed to be everywhere at once. “Although it has been many years since my last public appearance, I am quite confident that I left a lasting impression.”
They had now reached the bottom of the staircase. The Phantom Angel stood boldly beside the Opera Ghost, her chin slightly lifted. The Phantom of the Opera surveyed his audience with a sweeping glance.
“However long it has been is irrelevant. My demands are still the same. Twenty thousand francs a month and Box 5, along with any other commands I may deliver. If you choose to ignore my requests…” an evil smile crossed his face, “…a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.”
He drew his sword in a mock salute, still smirking. “I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant.”
A loud explosion cut through the silence, and a puff of red smoke flew up around him. When the dust cleared, Red Death was gone. His accomplice, however, remained.
