Post by Marguerite Giry on Oct 11, 2009 2:55:44 GMT -5
Role playing experience: 4+ years
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Marguerite Giry
Marguerite Giry
About your Character
Name:Marguerite Giry
Nickname:Little Meg, or just Meg
Age: eighteen
Country: France
Position: Ballerina
Job: (Applies to servants)
Voice Type: Mezzo-Soprano
Eye Color: Sky blue
Hair Color: Platinum Blond
Height: 5'1
General Appearance:
Meg has been quite simply graced with a rather pleasing visage to be viewn by all classes of standing or not. The youth in her vibrant skin glows it's own luminescence in its own estranged calling. However her face is made up of delicately structured bones in a most feminine resemblance to her father, though few or actually none have seen him. A small bit of what could be considered 'baby-fat' seems to cling to her cheeks keeping the silky-smooth of the flesh to prime appeal.
A slight brow that is neither too wide, nor narrow in either height or width becomes her. Just below delicately arched brows of their natural accord rise to a medium high in line with the upper ridge of bone. Curving outward and slightly down, hovering just above pale-blue green eyes. Sparkling with their own inner mirth of life itself, these twinkling gems are framed by thick, dark-lashes almost smoky with a tint of gold. Narrowing down at the center to her nose that is not small and pert, yet at the same time not large but medium in size. Coming to a slightly rounded tip, straight with no obvious junction from cartilage to nasal bone. Light flesh consists of her nostrils fixating an appealing yet regal nose.
Just below are her lips which are most inviting of the upper never over-powering the lower. Completely accented if painted a light crimson they pucker ever so slightly in a silent plea for attention. All of this is contained within a slightly squared shape face, still with high-cheek bones, and mildly plump cheeks to rest down onto an ivory column of a slender neck.
Through all this her head is adorned with a crown of golden hair that tumbles with large, small, and medium sized curls. Setting her face in the angelic view of her facial attributes.
Meg was gifted with what one would consider a more than appealing frame. In her growth through puberty Meg was blessed with a figure that is not at all thinner than a toothpick, nor is she entirely honed muscle. Instead her petite frame, is that of lean muscle although as she continues to grow her womanly curves are now turning into the prime of her physical problems.
Pert young breasts that are a handful if anyone should even be so lucky as to find such information out. To an hour-glass figure that is both sensuous yet belying the toned, deadly power beneath that alabaster skin. Rounded buttocks with toned legs and slightly slender upper arms that neither detract from her over-all attractiveness. Meg's body is something she has never been ashamed of.
Likes:
x. Dancing
x. Singing
x. Reading
x. Acting
x. Gentlemen
x. Her mother
Dislikes:
x. Christine Daee De Chagny
x. La Soreilli
x. Always being Unnoticed
x. Pushed the hardest by her mother
x. Being spoken to like a child
x. Alcohol & Drunkards
x. Anger
x. Being lost
x. Pompous people [gentlemen abusing their power]
Personality:
On the surface, Meg is an excellent model of an aspiring ballerina. She is sweet and even tempered, outgoing and likable. There is little about her to speak poorly of as she enjoys parties, and being the center of attention of course. Meg has her own ideas about love and marriage, and certainly she would like to marry for love, but she is willing to let her mother or a prophetic claim to decide for her and would like the union to be a powerful one and beneficial to her family.
On the inside, however, she is ambitious and secretly wishes to claim the throne of the stage. She tries to bring more joy to the world with her profession, and knows that malice is not the way towards her goal unless...it may seem necessary.
Once shy and timid, Meg finds it very hard to trust people outside the very small circle she has known throughout her life [her mother] she is not at all familiar with an over all interaction with people. Still at times quiet and innocent, she would rather listen then do the talking, and it is something of a challenge to get her to open up, but the work is worth it. Charming, intelligent, humorous and witty, she makes for good conversation when you can convince her to it. Although graceful in her movements, Meg can be a bit clumsy and aloof when she's not in performance mode, but not overly so.
In place of her lack of anger she keeps her cheer. Light hearted and optimistic most of the time, she is a breath of fresh air to a stuffy room. She does her best to cheer up the four, even if frustration ensues. Though barely ever smiles, she loves to joke and laugh with others when she finds it able. She doesn't bother with those who reject her good-spirited advances, but in the most polite ways hating to be rude.
However, she does have a darker side that barely anyone sees. Flashbacks and memories of a time when a child had seen things a child should not see can arise at any time and she has no way to prevent or or predict them. Not wanting her occasional depression in public, Meg channels her dark energy through writings, thoughts of a Ghost and music compositions that are very base but a start. During these relapses, she has the tendency to snap unwittingly at others and may say things she doesn't really mean which causes much remorse later on.
Something Unique About Your Character:
Meg strives to become the one thing the Phantom said she would become: the Empress
Family:
Father--Uknown believed to be Deceased
Mother- Madame Giry
Background:
Born in mid-May of 1868, Meg Giry was the only child to be birthed by Valarious-Giry. A woman who at the time, had fallen into a tryst with a patron, or was it a simple stage hand? None are entirely certain on the events that brought the aspiring Ballerina of that age down, but Meg Giry simply was the product of those nightly wants. Taking on her mother's maiden name as her father had apparently abandoned any authority, or even connection in Meg Giry's life. So it was that in the Spring, a blond haired girl was born to the world, to a single mother, and art would be her fulfillment and undoing.
As a young girl it was common for her to remain several hours in the fabric rooms with the costume makers of the Palais Garnier. There the women would watch her while her mother instructed upon the stage having found use in her vast knowledge of the ballet. Leaving Meg as a babe in the hands of many a stranger, even as a girl from the ages of two through that of four. Faces of laundresses, costume makers, at times one of the stage-hands would be forced to glare at her for an hour or so.
Such times she usually sat with fat tears in her eyes as she stared up at the man, or woman. Spankings were never in short comings, especially when her mother adapted the use of her cane that could bring the entire stage to attention: All except the little Giry. Who with her unkempt mane of gold curls would race along the isles, giggling happily. Even then there had been whispers of an Opera Ghost, quite frankly the child had not noticed, nor cared. No 'Ghost' had ever pestered her, but as she grew older she could swear she had encountered him at least once as a girl.
It had been a simple moment, being distracted as she toyed with a ball, tossing it around in the audience seating. Bouncing it until it had gone into the complete darkness just beneath the first tier. A child as she, a child of the sun naturally feared the darkness, and with tears beginning to well in her eyes. How was she to get her ball? It was then that the thing bounced gently back to her from the shadows. Giggling with glee she'd plucked it up and promptly tossed it back. Again it returned! Oh what fun that the darkness had now become her friend! Like this she had played until her mother had called for her.
Later the child recounted the event, never again was she allowed to play in the audience seating so far from the stage.
As she grew the childishness claimed her still, even as she began to train as a ballerina. Wanting so much to see her mother smile with pride as her daughter pranced about the stage. Only, Meg rarely was given such a smile, and even rarer was the compliment that she had done that move, leap, twirl, decently well. Shot down as soon as the compliment was given that it could be better and so Meg Giry strove to be better.
At the age of fifteen it wasn't as though much had changed in the Palais Garnier since she had finally stepped onto the stage as a ballerina. Although she was of course mostly arms and legs, there was no denying her grace, even as La Carlotta screeched her way into several seasons as the leading Diva. Meg Giry, with her big eyes, gawkish looks, danced and danced, never rising a smidgen higher from where life had started or ended it would seem. That was of course until she found herself no longer the youngest of the ballerinas in the House.
A young girl, by the name of Christine Daee had arrived, she being twenty at the time, the little Giry of course took mild interest in the girl. Daae seemed more keen on latching herself onto the blond haired girl something that Meg was not entirely pleased about. There was something about the other girl that had annoyed the Little Giry then, as it does now. Twenty was Daae at the time, unable to sing a God-forsaken note should her life depend upon it. If that were not a problem, La Soreilli offered another contract with the Palais Garnier whence sold to M. Firmin, and M. Andre was!
Try as she might, Meg Giry was even being unnoticed by her own mother who paid particular attentions to Christine after a time. Making the girl dislike Christine within her inner most workings though a ready smile always claimed her features. It wasn't until things changed, everything changed that Meg Giry would soon go from girl to a woman. Through the throws of Christine suddenly able to sing like a song bird in the matter of six-weeks was to her no miracle, no gift she had had. It was given to her by a genius, a man her mother often times cautioned her about. A man that Joseph Boquet had paid for, with his insolence. A man that had prophsiced...for her..for she..Little Meg..Little Giry!
But no he was torture for Christine Daae, a woman who could not sing worth a damn had it not been for him, and like hell could she dance! In the end, Daae had chosen the Vicomte, Le Fantome had disappeared into oblivion, leaving Little Meg with a reminder of his deeds. Holding his mask there as the mob swarmed the pit of his lair, she'd kept the porcelain mask close to her breast. A sort of keepsake, or saving grace that Meg would never give up to the authorities.
Displeased when Christine would write her, endlessly annoying her as Meg began to turn from entirely naive girl to a woman. Little Meg would of course write back, if only to be polite, but her main goal was to something she had divulged from her mother. Something entirely frightening and, just the same something that Meg would never let down.
He had prophesied that she...Would become an Empress, she would be the Empress!
She has a bone to pick with Monsieur Le Fantome, whether he likes it or not, and she: Meg Giry.
Will become the Empress one way..or the other.
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