Post by Christine Daaé de Chagny on Sept 27, 2009 23:14:02 GMT -5
Role playing experience: Something like seven years, I think. At least four of those playing Christine.
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Comtesse de Chagny
Name: Christine Georgianna de Chagny, née Daaé
Nickname: Lotte
Age: 21
Country: Originally Sweden, now France
Position: Prima Donna de l'Opera
Voice Type: Soprano
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'3"
General Appearance: A natural beauty, simple and true--with age, Christine has blossomed, becoming more lovely almost every day. Over the years, she has matured for the better, developing roundness to her figure and a womanly bearing. The slight curve of her body, though not overly noticeable, suits her--as her waist is appropriately thin for the fashion of the day, she slides by with looser corset strings (giving her extra room for breath when she is singing) and prefers modest bustles and other distracting ruffles to add more definition to her frame. While her skirts may be busy, Christine keeps her neckline simple and proper, though sometimes she cannot resist baiting the press with more of a décolletage--a not unwelcome event.
At her petite stature, almost everything about her resembles a china doll, from her pale-white skin to her delicate feet. Her skin is porcelain and nearly translucent, with a flush in her cheek that never quite vanishes; her lips seem always curved in an alluring smile. But it is the large round eyes that dominate her face--dark, fathomless, and endlessly expressive, they betray what her expression can hide. Their dark chocolate hue matches the color of her hair nearly to perfection, and it is for the hair that la comtesse is most distinctly recognizable. Her soft and bouncing curls are the envy of every noblewoman this side of Spain and a picturesque frame for her countenance; however, Christine most often has her hair pulled away from her face out of convenience. Like most women with curly hair, she does not think much of it.
Slight, slender, and pretty, one would expect Christine to glide through life like a born dancer. Truth be told, her dancing skills are rather lamentable and her balance laughable--more often than not, la comtesse must catch hold of her husband's arm to prevent falling flat on her face. Christine is not a graceful woman, one could say, though she has never fallen onstage. In her maturity, she has become a comely creature, the innocence of her teenage self bloomed into a self-confident young woman unaware of her beauty.
Likes:Sunlight
Singing
Happiness
Music
Performing
Dancing
The happiness of others
Dislikes:Darkness
Being tied down
Illness
Enclosed spaces
Others' suffering
Unfamiliarity
Personality: Her innocence, once the center of her persona, is now merely an aside compared to the matured Christine. Though still sweet, and still kind, and still naive, they measure less in the larger picture.
Her compassion, above all, is important--Christine is uncannily in tune with others' emotions and selves, sometimes even more than they. She prefers to look on the brighter side and does not like to dwell on the bad traits of others; as a very empathetic and understanding person, she has few enemies that she knows of. Her impulsive side gets the better of her often, however. Christine has a tendency to leap before she looks, not always the best of strategies. She considers herself free-spirited, and it is true that limitations do not settle well with her personality. Restrictions--like those of nobility and her title--create almost a physical anxiety within her. But she makes the best of it as she can, and enjoys being the scandalous opera star wife of the Comte de Chagny--as the majority of the nobility despise her on sight, Christine cannot resist revealing just a touch more flesh than strictly proper and acting a bit more freely than the nose-in-the-air women who whisper behind their fans at her audacity. As a result, she is unknowingly rather popular among the men.
But Christine is a faithful wife, and does not attract the eyes of other men with any personal intentions. Her love is a strong type: it runs deep and never fails, but she is capable of many types of love that letting go of Erik is difficult. Ultimately, however, she would sacrifice anything and everything for Raoul, as he has done for her.
A complication in her overall sense of self is a confusion with superstition and religion. Christine was raised in a mix of both, creating an odd faith in deities such as the Angel of Music and her father's ghost, personified; because of this, she was so wrapped in illusions in her younger years than Erik had no trouble swaying her. As a girl of tradition, these superstitious habits are difficult to separate from her basis of being.
Passion is one thing that will always be a part of Christine's existence. All of her compassion, her love, her innocence, her trust--they all meld inside her unfailing passion in a warm glow that emanates from her very core. The years have shaped her, molding her into the self-confident, beautiful woman on the inside as well as the out.
Something Unique About Your Character: She loves housework. She also anemic, a condition not yet known in her time.
Family:Father: Gustave Daaé, deceased
Mother: Ellisa Daaé, deceased
Husband: Raoul de Chagny
Brother-in-law: Philippe de Chagny, deceased
Background:Born in Uppsala, Sweden, the Daaé family of three was well-off and wonderful until the death of Ellisa, when Christine was six years old. Her father, a famous violinist, took her to France in search of fame and fortune, but found poverty. They sang at fairs and anywhere else--Christine was musically gifted very young, and had a voice considered seraphic by those who heard her.
Professor Valerius heard the father and daughter and took them to live with him and his wife in Perros, but Gustave sank into a nostalgic depression as Christine grew more lively. She met a boy--the young Raoul--when he rescued her scarf from being lost to the sea. He was only a few years her elder, and they became something akin to childhood sweethearts. Her father would tell them stories of the Angel of Music, and promised Christine that, upon his death, she would receive a visit from the angel.
Unfortunately, Gustave died, and with him went her soul and voice. She attended the Conservatory, training to become a professional singer without any joy--she lived to please Mamma Valerius. Entering the Palais Garnier, she was instantly forgotten, for with no joy in her art she had no beauty, either. But she received her Angel of Music, Erik, who tutored her in secret, claiming to be her Angel. His deceipt encouraged her to rediscover her passion and talent, and on the night Carlotta left, Christine unveiled her exquisite voice.
But she also attracted the notice of the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. Jealousy fueled Erik to reveal to her that he was a mortal man, a fact which bewildered and enraged her until she realized his pain and love for her. Until she pulled the mask from his face, she was almost capable of loving him.
But bearing the brunt of his rage frightened her, and she turned to Raoul for comfort, finding also that she loved him. But compassion for Erik drew her back to him, and she found herself in a difficult situation: a choice between Erik or Raoul, and death if she chose the latter. But she awoke within Erik his own compassion, and he released her and Raoul, and promptly vanished.
Christine mourned her Angel and married Raoul, becoming la Vicomtesse and then la Comtesse upon the discovery of the death of Philippe de Chagny, Raoul's elder brother. When l'Opera reopened, she returned as its prima once more, her love for singing and the stage unaffected by her new title. She has heard rumors of the Phantom and his alleged "return from the dead" and outwardly refuses to believe any of it--the return of Erik would mean the return of all the long-buried ghosts of her past. She has not thought much of him over the years, but does wonder every now and then if he is still alive and if he still loves her. Her maturity, now, enables her to look on the situations of the past more rationally, but only fate could say how she would handle reuniting with her old Angel.
Anything else: Let me know if there's anything that needs to be changed.
Signature Claim: Julie Hanson
Sample Post [[taken from a thread in which Philippe de Chagny (AU--survived Erik's attempt to kill him) has just proposed to his longtime lover, Céline Sorelli. I was permitted to powerplay Philippe by his writer.]]
Password: Daroga/Fantasma de la Opera
How best to contact you: PM
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Christine de Chagny, née Daaé
Christine de Chagny, née Daaé
Comtesse de Chagny
Name: Christine Georgianna de Chagny, née Daaé
Nickname: Lotte
Age: 21
Country: Originally Sweden, now France
Position: Prima Donna de l'Opera
Voice Type: Soprano
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'3"
General Appearance: A natural beauty, simple and true--with age, Christine has blossomed, becoming more lovely almost every day. Over the years, she has matured for the better, developing roundness to her figure and a womanly bearing. The slight curve of her body, though not overly noticeable, suits her--as her waist is appropriately thin for the fashion of the day, she slides by with looser corset strings (giving her extra room for breath when she is singing) and prefers modest bustles and other distracting ruffles to add more definition to her frame. While her skirts may be busy, Christine keeps her neckline simple and proper, though sometimes she cannot resist baiting the press with more of a décolletage--a not unwelcome event.
At her petite stature, almost everything about her resembles a china doll, from her pale-white skin to her delicate feet. Her skin is porcelain and nearly translucent, with a flush in her cheek that never quite vanishes; her lips seem always curved in an alluring smile. But it is the large round eyes that dominate her face--dark, fathomless, and endlessly expressive, they betray what her expression can hide. Their dark chocolate hue matches the color of her hair nearly to perfection, and it is for the hair that la comtesse is most distinctly recognizable. Her soft and bouncing curls are the envy of every noblewoman this side of Spain and a picturesque frame for her countenance; however, Christine most often has her hair pulled away from her face out of convenience. Like most women with curly hair, she does not think much of it.
Slight, slender, and pretty, one would expect Christine to glide through life like a born dancer. Truth be told, her dancing skills are rather lamentable and her balance laughable--more often than not, la comtesse must catch hold of her husband's arm to prevent falling flat on her face. Christine is not a graceful woman, one could say, though she has never fallen onstage. In her maturity, she has become a comely creature, the innocence of her teenage self bloomed into a self-confident young woman unaware of her beauty.
Likes:Sunlight
Singing
Happiness
Music
Performing
Dancing
The happiness of others
Dislikes:Darkness
Being tied down
Illness
Enclosed spaces
Others' suffering
Unfamiliarity
Personality: Her innocence, once the center of her persona, is now merely an aside compared to the matured Christine. Though still sweet, and still kind, and still naive, they measure less in the larger picture.
Her compassion, above all, is important--Christine is uncannily in tune with others' emotions and selves, sometimes even more than they. She prefers to look on the brighter side and does not like to dwell on the bad traits of others; as a very empathetic and understanding person, she has few enemies that she knows of. Her impulsive side gets the better of her often, however. Christine has a tendency to leap before she looks, not always the best of strategies. She considers herself free-spirited, and it is true that limitations do not settle well with her personality. Restrictions--like those of nobility and her title--create almost a physical anxiety within her. But she makes the best of it as she can, and enjoys being the scandalous opera star wife of the Comte de Chagny--as the majority of the nobility despise her on sight, Christine cannot resist revealing just a touch more flesh than strictly proper and acting a bit more freely than the nose-in-the-air women who whisper behind their fans at her audacity. As a result, she is unknowingly rather popular among the men.
But Christine is a faithful wife, and does not attract the eyes of other men with any personal intentions. Her love is a strong type: it runs deep and never fails, but she is capable of many types of love that letting go of Erik is difficult. Ultimately, however, she would sacrifice anything and everything for Raoul, as he has done for her.
A complication in her overall sense of self is a confusion with superstition and religion. Christine was raised in a mix of both, creating an odd faith in deities such as the Angel of Music and her father's ghost, personified; because of this, she was so wrapped in illusions in her younger years than Erik had no trouble swaying her. As a girl of tradition, these superstitious habits are difficult to separate from her basis of being.
Passion is one thing that will always be a part of Christine's existence. All of her compassion, her love, her innocence, her trust--they all meld inside her unfailing passion in a warm glow that emanates from her very core. The years have shaped her, molding her into the self-confident, beautiful woman on the inside as well as the out.
Something Unique About Your Character: She loves housework. She also anemic, a condition not yet known in her time.
Family:Father: Gustave Daaé, deceased
Mother: Ellisa Daaé, deceased
Husband: Raoul de Chagny
Brother-in-law: Philippe de Chagny, deceased
Background:Born in Uppsala, Sweden, the Daaé family of three was well-off and wonderful until the death of Ellisa, when Christine was six years old. Her father, a famous violinist, took her to France in search of fame and fortune, but found poverty. They sang at fairs and anywhere else--Christine was musically gifted very young, and had a voice considered seraphic by those who heard her.
Professor Valerius heard the father and daughter and took them to live with him and his wife in Perros, but Gustave sank into a nostalgic depression as Christine grew more lively. She met a boy--the young Raoul--when he rescued her scarf from being lost to the sea. He was only a few years her elder, and they became something akin to childhood sweethearts. Her father would tell them stories of the Angel of Music, and promised Christine that, upon his death, she would receive a visit from the angel.
Unfortunately, Gustave died, and with him went her soul and voice. She attended the Conservatory, training to become a professional singer without any joy--she lived to please Mamma Valerius. Entering the Palais Garnier, she was instantly forgotten, for with no joy in her art she had no beauty, either. But she received her Angel of Music, Erik, who tutored her in secret, claiming to be her Angel. His deceipt encouraged her to rediscover her passion and talent, and on the night Carlotta left, Christine unveiled her exquisite voice.
But she also attracted the notice of the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. Jealousy fueled Erik to reveal to her that he was a mortal man, a fact which bewildered and enraged her until she realized his pain and love for her. Until she pulled the mask from his face, she was almost capable of loving him.
But bearing the brunt of his rage frightened her, and she turned to Raoul for comfort, finding also that she loved him. But compassion for Erik drew her back to him, and she found herself in a difficult situation: a choice between Erik or Raoul, and death if she chose the latter. But she awoke within Erik his own compassion, and he released her and Raoul, and promptly vanished.
Christine mourned her Angel and married Raoul, becoming la Vicomtesse and then la Comtesse upon the discovery of the death of Philippe de Chagny, Raoul's elder brother. When l'Opera reopened, she returned as its prima once more, her love for singing and the stage unaffected by her new title. She has heard rumors of the Phantom and his alleged "return from the dead" and outwardly refuses to believe any of it--the return of Erik would mean the return of all the long-buried ghosts of her past. She has not thought much of him over the years, but does wonder every now and then if he is still alive and if he still loves her. Her maturity, now, enables her to look on the situations of the past more rationally, but only fate could say how she would handle reuniting with her old Angel.
Anything else: Let me know if there's anything that needs to be changed.
Signature Claim: Julie Hanson
Sample Post [[taken from a thread in which Philippe de Chagny (AU--survived Erik's attempt to kill him) has just proposed to his longtime lover, Céline Sorelli. I was permitted to powerplay Philippe by his writer.]]
The scare of his near-death combined with the shock of seeing him on her doorstep had completely bewildered Céline's mind beyond normalcy, and Philippe's sudden solemn attitude confused her all the more. She nodded ever so slightly at his words, yearning to reach out and touch him again, to soothe herself, perhaps, more than him. The pause in his little speech caused her heartbeat to quicken, and she shifted restlessly, her wide gaze not leaving his much calmer one. She supposed her didn't wish to rush what he was saying, but her mind wouldn't rest until the final word had left his lips. Several seconds after the event, Céline realized that Philippe had removed her undrunk tea from her shaking fingers, and let them fall to her lap, limp.
By the end of the second part of the le Comte's speech, her lips were parted ever so slightly, expression frozen in shock as her mind leaped to the worst possible conclusion: rejection. He couldn't be...leaving her? Céline was too shocked to even comprehend it, and her eyes, now devoid of shine, stared blankly at her lover as he averted his face from her, down on one knee. Years of intimacy with this man, an acceptance of a fate that could only end unhappily, and...--she couldn't finish.
Attempting to calm herself, while Philippe's gaze was still focused on the handkerchief, the ballerina shifted slightly, so that she might run her hand across her weary eyes. After several long moments, in which he studiously tucked the scrap of fabric--which she longed to seize, either as a keepsake of him or to rip into as many pieces as it would go--and she worked hard at keeping her sanity together, his eyes turned up to hers, and the tenderness in his visage caused her vision to slowly blur with tears. Her fingers twisted in with each other, their gazes locked, as her lover slowly offered the one gift she'd wished for with all of her heart but know she would never receive.
"Will you marry me?"
A thousand emotions burst in her heart at those words, carressing her ears with his familiar tone, his every syllable resonating in her head with achingly lovely tone. And finally, the tears fell, sliding down her flushed cheeks, with nothing to impede them. Helpless, Céline sobbed, too stunned to move. Wordlessly, Philippe moved to the couch beside her, and she was grateful, not for the first time, for his comforting touch as she leaned against his shoulder to cry. What he was thinking she couldn't guess, but it took a long moment for her to compose herself--plenty of time to think, many thoughts that she did not want in her mind at that moment.
What had gone into his mind for him to do this? They had mutually decided, without words, that their relationship could never contain a marriage--his title influnced that. As le Comte, Philippe could never marry a simple ballerina. And yet, suddenly, he had changed his mind. She only hoped that it was the influence of his near-death experience that made him propose, and not an excess of pain medication. Of course, she didn't want to believe that he was not completely sincere, even if his wording had left her doubtful as to his intentions. Gradually, she relaxed, her tears slowing and body calming against his. Several seconds passed in tranquil silence before Sorelli pulled away, enough to look him full in the face, to see the hope and love in his eyes as she gathered herself.
A deep breath, the distraction of his hand on her arm, a small smile curling the edge of her lips. "Philippe," Céline murmured, locking her gaze on his, "Nothing could ever make me happier." In an instant, his face lit up, exultance glowing through his every feature. It warmed her entire being, and in rapture she pulled him to her for a kiss, finding, in the moment, the purest love she could ever hope to know.
By the end of the second part of the le Comte's speech, her lips were parted ever so slightly, expression frozen in shock as her mind leaped to the worst possible conclusion: rejection. He couldn't be...leaving her? Céline was too shocked to even comprehend it, and her eyes, now devoid of shine, stared blankly at her lover as he averted his face from her, down on one knee. Years of intimacy with this man, an acceptance of a fate that could only end unhappily, and...--she couldn't finish.
Attempting to calm herself, while Philippe's gaze was still focused on the handkerchief, the ballerina shifted slightly, so that she might run her hand across her weary eyes. After several long moments, in which he studiously tucked the scrap of fabric--which she longed to seize, either as a keepsake of him or to rip into as many pieces as it would go--and she worked hard at keeping her sanity together, his eyes turned up to hers, and the tenderness in his visage caused her vision to slowly blur with tears. Her fingers twisted in with each other, their gazes locked, as her lover slowly offered the one gift she'd wished for with all of her heart but know she would never receive.
"Will you marry me?"
A thousand emotions burst in her heart at those words, carressing her ears with his familiar tone, his every syllable resonating in her head with achingly lovely tone. And finally, the tears fell, sliding down her flushed cheeks, with nothing to impede them. Helpless, Céline sobbed, too stunned to move. Wordlessly, Philippe moved to the couch beside her, and she was grateful, not for the first time, for his comforting touch as she leaned against his shoulder to cry. What he was thinking she couldn't guess, but it took a long moment for her to compose herself--plenty of time to think, many thoughts that she did not want in her mind at that moment.
What had gone into his mind for him to do this? They had mutually decided, without words, that their relationship could never contain a marriage--his title influnced that. As le Comte, Philippe could never marry a simple ballerina. And yet, suddenly, he had changed his mind. She only hoped that it was the influence of his near-death experience that made him propose, and not an excess of pain medication. Of course, she didn't want to believe that he was not completely sincere, even if his wording had left her doubtful as to his intentions. Gradually, she relaxed, her tears slowing and body calming against his. Several seconds passed in tranquil silence before Sorelli pulled away, enough to look him full in the face, to see the hope and love in his eyes as she gathered herself.
A deep breath, the distraction of his hand on her arm, a small smile curling the edge of her lips. "Philippe," Céline murmured, locking her gaze on his, "Nothing could ever make me happier." In an instant, his face lit up, exultance glowing through his every feature. It warmed her entire being, and in rapture she pulled him to her for a kiss, finding, in the moment, the purest love she could ever hope to know.
Password: Daroga/Fantasma de la Opera