Post by Aimee-Madamoiselle Le Ange on May 5, 2007 21:13:51 GMT -5
Name:
Aimee, though she speculates that her last name is "Destler", but often reffered too as The Phantom Angel
Age:
13 years of age.
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'5''
Weight:
124
Appearance: [at least two paragraphs]
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. She has the angelic beauty of Christine and the dark, but elegant looks of her father.
Her hair is in tight curls, that reaches her waist and she has a long thin curl that sometimes falls in front of her eyes. But, she prefers to wear her hair combed back sometimes. 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 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.
As the Phantom Angel, Aimee wears a white dress with a poufy skirts, that end an inch of the ground and flare out around you if you spin, resting on top her shoulder is a midnight blue cloak that trails to her floor, on her feet she wears white ballet slippers, and top it off she wears a white mask that covers the right upper side of her face, it is made out of white leather is more grander than anything worn at a masquerade, says some eyewitnesses, and it sparkles like gold and silver stardust.
Personality: [at least two paragraphs]
Aimee is like her father and mother in many ways. She has charisma; the ability to charm anyone with her prescence alone. Just as her mother and has a dark mysterious feeling around her which is the same as her father. She can be kind and gentle, but when really angered she goes into a blind temper so fast people are actually facinatingly horrified. Her kind, and gently personality is great to Erik's one, because he needs a little kindness in his life, and what better way to recieve it is through his beloved daughter
But, on like her father she doesn't want to kill people and has a hard time to sneak up into the world above since her father knows every trick she's ever done. And like her father she can get wrapped in music so much that she doesn't notice anything thats happening around. It is the same with her father and his organ and it is the same with her and her violin.
She has a highly able plotting mind. And she often plots tricks to play on the managers or other occupants, or just to frighten them. She also will go through alot to get rid of the lead she does not want. Two other ways that Erik's genes over power Christine's is that like her father, Aimee will go through anything to get what she desires. Because once she has the plan potted into her mind, she will go through with it, and she doesn't care what the cost is. She is also very dark, and sometimes morbid, another thing that Christine's genes can't do nothing about.
Aimee loves her father very much and would do anything to defend him; even if it cost her. She never knew her mother, but she often daydreams about her; is the kind and did she used to grow exotic but beautiful plants that grew in the dark, was she as much a lover of music as her father, or was she an evil woman with a demon's grin? But all she knows about her mother is the sweet scent of vinalla that comes from the old dusty swan bed with the red velvet covers...
And Aimee is not one bit embarassed, ashamed, or horrified by her father's deformity. As I said above she loves her father deeply. And is not afraid of the dark as most girls are, she sometimes calls herself the Misstress of the Dark, but she knows who the darkness' true master is. She is full of curiousty and loves to try new things.
Wealth Status:
I would have to say middle-class.
Occupation:
Star and ballet, and chorus.
Personal Posessions:
- A violin made out a mahagony, that is always polished. It has engravings of roses intertwined with their thorned vines, that graces the surface of the beautiful intrument. It has long mahagony bow as well. It was given to her by her father.
-A black smooth crystal, in the shape of a crecsent moon, that her father gave to her. It hangs on an gold suspender, lined with onyx, but both things are held by a golden chain. The black surface of the crystal shines like green flames in it's depths when in the light. She wears it under her clothing.
-A music box that is in the shape of a barrel organ, with a monkey ontop dressed in Persian robes and playing the cymbals. The strange music box was kept by her father, and is now hers. It plays the tune to "Masquerade."
-A leather bound folder where she keeps all the music she composed and songs she's written. She keeps it on her desk.
-And finally a simple, but elgant ring. The diamond is in the shape of a rose, and is surronded by a small daimond on either side. It rest upon a golden band, she wears it always.
Pets:
-A siamise cat name Heracuba. The feline was adopted way before she was born, and she wears a black leather collar, studded with daimonds, which Erik stole from the Shah. And Heracuba is smarter than most people think.
Personal Motto:
"Whatever I want I take by force if nesseccery."
Family:
Father-Erik(The Phantom, also known as just "papa.")-age ?
Mother-Christine Daee/De Chagny-Age 23
Grandmother-Madeliene Destler-Age ?-Deceased
History:
Aimee was left by her mother, Christine as a sickly, baby in the cellars of the Opera. The reason was that, Aimee would've been killed if anyone found out that she wasn't Raoul's baby. So, Christine left her to be raised by her one and true father, Erik. At first Erik, was resenting it, saying "It's inhumanly possible for someone to love me." But, he soon realized that the baby was his daughter, so he grabbed the basket, with only one thought; He couldn't let the baby die.
As the years went by, the bond between father and daughter grew stronger. Aimee didn't care of her father's deformity, and even kissed the ruined flesh to prove to him that she didn't care. She grew up talented in the arts, especially singing and dancing. She was taught ballet when Madame Giry came to visit, and practiced when the Ballet Misstress couldn't visit. Whens he was five years old, she heard music playing from above. To her it wasn't the dark, and beautiful music her father played, it had more of a happier vibe to it.
She asked her father, where the music came from and he told her that they live underneth the Opera Populaire. Aimee became intriguied, and Erik took her up to Box 5 to see the preformence of Faust. She fell in love with all the dazzling lights, costumes, and the girls that whirled and twirled around the stage. She has been to every Opera and Ballet since, the opera "Faust" is her favriote opera, and the ballet "Swan Lake" is her favrioite ballet.
During her young life her father taught her everything he knew. From fighting to hand to hand combat, to fencing, and to using the Punjab Lasso if nesseccery. Her father taught her how to speak in French (of course), English, Persian, Greek, Latin, Italian, and the secret langauge of the Gypsies. She was also taught how to compose her own music and write songs. As well as learn to play the piano, organ, harp, and violin, and many other instruments.
When Aimee turned 10, with enough beging to her father, he allowed her to got to the upper world and get a job as a chorus and ballet girl. She excelled in both of them; she got every dance right even on the first try, and could learn all the songs easier in Chorus, because she knew every Opera by heart. She became praised and envied by the other members of the chorus and ballet. And when she would preform she would look up into Box 5 and see a shadow, and she knew that her father was watching her.
When Aimee turned 13, she was given the part as Elissa, in Hannibal, which the leading soprano Christine (who is Aimee's friend) wouldn't preform the part. After she preformed she was given the title as Christine's understudy which made her swell with joy. But, caused the people to become even more envious of her.
Aimee began to portray herself as the Phantom Angel, or in French "Le Fantome d'Ange." She mostly did it because, the idiot managers had not being following her father's orders, and she wanted to be like her papa. She delivers her letters in person, rather than leaving them for someone to find. Because, if she shows up in person, it's more itimidating. But, what Aimee didn't know was that Christine De Chagny, might change her world forever.
Plot Importance:
She is the star of this RPG, is Christine's understudy, and is Erik's and Christine's daughter.
RP Sample:
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.
((OOC: I modified it! I modified her appearance, personality, and history. But, it's basically still the same.))
Aimee, though she speculates that her last name is "Destler", but often reffered too as The Phantom Angel
Age:
13 years of age.
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'5''
Weight:
124
Appearance: [at least two paragraphs]
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. She has the angelic beauty of Christine and the dark, but elegant looks of her father.
Her hair is in tight curls, that reaches her waist and she has a long thin curl that sometimes falls in front of her eyes. But, she prefers to wear her hair combed back sometimes. 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 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.
As the Phantom Angel, Aimee wears a white dress with a poufy skirts, that end an inch of the ground and flare out around you if you spin, resting on top her shoulder is a midnight blue cloak that trails to her floor, on her feet she wears white ballet slippers, and top it off she wears a white mask that covers the right upper side of her face, it is made out of white leather is more grander than anything worn at a masquerade, says some eyewitnesses, and it sparkles like gold and silver stardust.
Personality: [at least two paragraphs]
Aimee is like her father and mother in many ways. She has charisma; the ability to charm anyone with her prescence alone. Just as her mother and has a dark mysterious feeling around her which is the same as her father. She can be kind and gentle, but when really angered she goes into a blind temper so fast people are actually facinatingly horrified. Her kind, and gently personality is great to Erik's one, because he needs a little kindness in his life, and what better way to recieve it is through his beloved daughter
But, on like her father she doesn't want to kill people and has a hard time to sneak up into the world above since her father knows every trick she's ever done. And like her father she can get wrapped in music so much that she doesn't notice anything thats happening around. It is the same with her father and his organ and it is the same with her and her violin.
She has a highly able plotting mind. And she often plots tricks to play on the managers or other occupants, or just to frighten them. She also will go through alot to get rid of the lead she does not want. Two other ways that Erik's genes over power Christine's is that like her father, Aimee will go through anything to get what she desires. Because once she has the plan potted into her mind, she will go through with it, and she doesn't care what the cost is. She is also very dark, and sometimes morbid, another thing that Christine's genes can't do nothing about.
Aimee loves her father very much and would do anything to defend him; even if it cost her. She never knew her mother, but she often daydreams about her; is the kind and did she used to grow exotic but beautiful plants that grew in the dark, was she as much a lover of music as her father, or was she an evil woman with a demon's grin? But all she knows about her mother is the sweet scent of vinalla that comes from the old dusty swan bed with the red velvet covers...
And Aimee is not one bit embarassed, ashamed, or horrified by her father's deformity. As I said above she loves her father deeply. And is not afraid of the dark as most girls are, she sometimes calls herself the Misstress of the Dark, but she knows who the darkness' true master is. She is full of curiousty and loves to try new things.
Wealth Status:
I would have to say middle-class.
Occupation:
Star and ballet, and chorus.
Personal Posessions:
- A violin made out a mahagony, that is always polished. It has engravings of roses intertwined with their thorned vines, that graces the surface of the beautiful intrument. It has long mahagony bow as well. It was given to her by her father.
-A black smooth crystal, in the shape of a crecsent moon, that her father gave to her. It hangs on an gold suspender, lined with onyx, but both things are held by a golden chain. The black surface of the crystal shines like green flames in it's depths when in the light. She wears it under her clothing.
-A music box that is in the shape of a barrel organ, with a monkey ontop dressed in Persian robes and playing the cymbals. The strange music box was kept by her father, and is now hers. It plays the tune to "Masquerade."
-A leather bound folder where she keeps all the music she composed and songs she's written. She keeps it on her desk.
-And finally a simple, but elgant ring. The diamond is in the shape of a rose, and is surronded by a small daimond on either side. It rest upon a golden band, she wears it always.
Pets:
-A siamise cat name Heracuba. The feline was adopted way before she was born, and she wears a black leather collar, studded with daimonds, which Erik stole from the Shah. And Heracuba is smarter than most people think.
Personal Motto:
"Whatever I want I take by force if nesseccery."
Family:
Father-Erik(The Phantom, also known as just "papa.")-age ?
Mother-Christine Daee/De Chagny-Age 23
Grandmother-Madeliene Destler-Age ?-Deceased
History:
Aimee was left by her mother, Christine as a sickly, baby in the cellars of the Opera. The reason was that, Aimee would've been killed if anyone found out that she wasn't Raoul's baby. So, Christine left her to be raised by her one and true father, Erik. At first Erik, was resenting it, saying "It's inhumanly possible for someone to love me." But, he soon realized that the baby was his daughter, so he grabbed the basket, with only one thought; He couldn't let the baby die.
As the years went by, the bond between father and daughter grew stronger. Aimee didn't care of her father's deformity, and even kissed the ruined flesh to prove to him that she didn't care. She grew up talented in the arts, especially singing and dancing. She was taught ballet when Madame Giry came to visit, and practiced when the Ballet Misstress couldn't visit. Whens he was five years old, she heard music playing from above. To her it wasn't the dark, and beautiful music her father played, it had more of a happier vibe to it.
She asked her father, where the music came from and he told her that they live underneth the Opera Populaire. Aimee became intriguied, and Erik took her up to Box 5 to see the preformence of Faust. She fell in love with all the dazzling lights, costumes, and the girls that whirled and twirled around the stage. She has been to every Opera and Ballet since, the opera "Faust" is her favriote opera, and the ballet "Swan Lake" is her favrioite ballet.
During her young life her father taught her everything he knew. From fighting to hand to hand combat, to fencing, and to using the Punjab Lasso if nesseccery. Her father taught her how to speak in French (of course), English, Persian, Greek, Latin, Italian, and the secret langauge of the Gypsies. She was also taught how to compose her own music and write songs. As well as learn to play the piano, organ, harp, and violin, and many other instruments.
When Aimee turned 10, with enough beging to her father, he allowed her to got to the upper world and get a job as a chorus and ballet girl. She excelled in both of them; she got every dance right even on the first try, and could learn all the songs easier in Chorus, because she knew every Opera by heart. She became praised and envied by the other members of the chorus and ballet. And when she would preform she would look up into Box 5 and see a shadow, and she knew that her father was watching her.
When Aimee turned 13, she was given the part as Elissa, in Hannibal, which the leading soprano Christine (who is Aimee's friend) wouldn't preform the part. After she preformed she was given the title as Christine's understudy which made her swell with joy. But, caused the people to become even more envious of her.
Aimee began to portray herself as the Phantom Angel, or in French "Le Fantome d'Ange." She mostly did it because, the idiot managers had not being following her father's orders, and she wanted to be like her papa. She delivers her letters in person, rather than leaving them for someone to find. Because, if she shows up in person, it's more itimidating. But, what Aimee didn't know was that Christine De Chagny, might change her world forever.
Plot Importance:
She is the star of this RPG, is Christine's understudy, and is Erik's and Christine's daughter.
RP Sample:
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.
((OOC: I modified it! I modified her appearance, personality, and history. But, it's basically still the same.))