Post by Angelique Daae on May 6, 2007 14:52:03 GMT -5
Name: Angelique Daae
Age: 20
Occupation: Second Lady of the stage
Plot Importance: She is Christines sister, Raouls sister in law and is the second lady of the stage
Physical: Angelique is a lot like her sister in many respects, innocent brown eyes, long curled hair - unlike her sisters though hers is pure black. She rarely wears overly fine clothes, preferring to blend in more with people around her. She has the tendancy to wear long dresses to disguise a slight limp that comes from a weak ankle. It is only this weak ankle that has held her back, for she has like her sister the daae singing voice that is near on perfect
Personality: Like her sister Angelique can be rather naieve at times, yet she isn't overly shallow. She rarely ever judges people based on appearences. She believes that true beauty is found within the soul. At times she can become enraptured with Music, and has a small wooden flute that she loves to play in moments of solitude. She's rather shy at playing it in public, prefering instead to use her singing voice.
History: Angelique doesn't know her family that well, having being given away when she was still young to a young lady who had lost her own child. This was out of compassion, for Angelique hated to see anyone sad, or alone. Angelique was brought up by this lady, (Madame Valerius) as if she was her own daughter, and was soon taken to the Opera House.
The only thing she had to remember her dear Madame Valerius with was the small wooden flute which she still treasures to this day. She does know who her true family is, and occasionally even saw her younger sister.
Other: Not really
RP sample: Angelique hurried to rehersal. She was late, and she hated being late. She winced as her bad ankle started to complain. "Nearly there..." she whispered to herself slowing her pace slightly glad of the long dress she was wearing. It did something to hide the limp. She saw someone infront of her and only just managed to avoid knocking into him. "Sorry, Mons..." she broke off as she'd noticed that person had suddenly disappeared and looked around for him. No one... was it the ghost?
She shrugged her shoulders and slipped backstage thankful she had managed to arrive just in the nick of time catching her breath rapidly
Age: 20
Occupation: Second Lady of the stage
Plot Importance: She is Christines sister, Raouls sister in law and is the second lady of the stage
Physical: Angelique is a lot like her sister in many respects, innocent brown eyes, long curled hair - unlike her sisters though hers is pure black. She rarely wears overly fine clothes, preferring to blend in more with people around her. She has the tendancy to wear long dresses to disguise a slight limp that comes from a weak ankle. It is only this weak ankle that has held her back, for she has like her sister the daae singing voice that is near on perfect
Personality: Like her sister Angelique can be rather naieve at times, yet she isn't overly shallow. She rarely ever judges people based on appearences. She believes that true beauty is found within the soul. At times she can become enraptured with Music, and has a small wooden flute that she loves to play in moments of solitude. She's rather shy at playing it in public, prefering instead to use her singing voice.
History: Angelique doesn't know her family that well, having being given away when she was still young to a young lady who had lost her own child. This was out of compassion, for Angelique hated to see anyone sad, or alone. Angelique was brought up by this lady, (Madame Valerius) as if she was her own daughter, and was soon taken to the Opera House.
The only thing she had to remember her dear Madame Valerius with was the small wooden flute which she still treasures to this day. She does know who her true family is, and occasionally even saw her younger sister.
Other: Not really
RP sample: Angelique hurried to rehersal. She was late, and she hated being late. She winced as her bad ankle started to complain. "Nearly there..." she whispered to herself slowing her pace slightly glad of the long dress she was wearing. It did something to hide the limp. She saw someone infront of her and only just managed to avoid knocking into him. "Sorry, Mons..." she broke off as she'd noticed that person had suddenly disappeared and looked around for him. No one... was it the ghost?
She shrugged her shoulders and slipped backstage thankful she had managed to arrive just in the nick of time catching her breath rapidly