Post by Antoinette Gringoire on Feb 6, 2009 12:52:55 GMT -5
Name: Antoinette Gringoire
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9
Appearance: Antoinette is very pale almost to the point of looking ill. She has the wide eyed expression of youth spread across her face at all times. Her soft brown eyes shine from under her dark curls, as the darkness of her hair and eyes highlight her paleness giving her a soft glow. Antoinette is constantly smiling, showing of her light and pleasant smile. Her face is small mostly oval surrounded by her dark long hair. Her soft eyes are framed perfectly by long dark eyelashes.
Antoinette has an almost unnatural hourglass figure due to her love of corsets. She is particularly curvaceous but slender in body type. She would be described as pretty rather than anything else.
Personality:Antoinette is a quirky and confident girl who can be too forward at times but never means offence; she can be quite quiet and shy around new people however. Antoinette is eager to please and will help anyone she can. Antoinette hates conflict and whenever possible will avoid it, whereas she herself will not let anyone know her true emotions unless she trusts them.
Antoinette is full of wide eyed optimism and can only see the good in people which can lead her into trouble. She can have a bitter temper but forgives and forgets as soon as she can. Antoinette also is a bit of a flirt and enjoys male attention; unfortunately she doesn’t receive often due to just being a Chorus girl. Antoinette has a lovely voice but is in need for a lot of training to be anything but a chorus girl.
Likes: Music,dancing, ghost stories, singing, friends, clothes, animals
Dislikes: doctors, illness, unfairness and cruelty
Wealth Status: the better end of Middle class
Occupation: chorus girl
Personal Posessions: several dresses, her beloved whale bonned corset, a make-up box and jellewry.
Pets: any little insect that ends up in her path
Family:
Dr Johnathon Desmond Gringoire ; her doctor father who disappeared after her mother’s death
Adélaïde Gringoire; her dead mother
Geneviève Blanchard: god mother and carer
History: in a terrace house in les Lilas, Paris, to the respectable Dr Johnathon Desmond Gringoire and his beautiful wife Adélaïde, life started out well for young Antoinette. However the happy family soon dissolved. Adélaïde died soon after Antoinette’s fourth birthday. Johnathon fled after been accused of her murder. Antoinette was placed into the care of her god mother:Geneviève.
Life with Geneviève was far from normal. Geneviève was a retired mediocre opera star who never reached further than an understudy but was eager to introduce the young Antoinette to the arts. At the age of five Antoinette finally found where her talent lay; Singing. However she did not have the passion for it despite having a talent for it.
Geneviève offered Antoinette an education and trained her for stardom she herself could never have. She used what little influence she had left to gain Antoinette a place in the Opera House Populaire
Plot Importance: seeks love and seeks a father (or if anyone needs to use her for their stories, please ask first)
RP Sample: Antoinette tightened her corset unstinted before the old battered mirror. The rain tapped off of the draped window, heavily at first but it had eased off. She pulled a strained lace tighter still causing her to gasp as discomfort settled in. Outside the small room she had been giving to dress she could hear the ballet girls gossiping after their rehearsals, their soft graceful feet tapping lightly on the carpeted floor. They scurried like the rats that lived in the old walls. Antoinette smiled at the thought as she gazed around the room.
The paper peeled from the walls, the carpet started to fray but it was a charmingly little room. It had a sense of homeliness she had never known in her short life. She knotted the laces, sealing the tight fitting garment glancing in the mirror.
Bump Thud clutter
The one thing that she didn’t approve of was the constant and curious noises that escaped from the walls like thingyroaches. What was held within in these walls?