Post by dinah on Jun 12, 2011 23:10:14 GMT -5
♥ It Started out as a Feeling ♥
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Name: Dinah Elaine LeLouvier
Age: 17
Race: Calmoren
Weapons: A small eating dagger she always carries with her for protection
♥ Now we're back to the Beginning ♥[/color]
History:
Family:
Dinah Elaine LeLouvier was born and grew up in Calmoren as the second born in the LeLouvier family. She grew up in a rather lavish home environment quite a distance from any 'neighbors'. This gave her time to grow up reading, and enjoying other activities. It also caused her to become incredibly close with her older brother who attempted to teach her how to sword fight. But since the task may mean ruining some of her lovely dresses, she refuses to really give it a good attempt. As a treat from her father, she was given a horse and has become rather fond of animals because of this. Even as a young child on trips into town with her mother, she'd break away for a moment or two to go see any animal that crossed their path. It didn't matter if it was a cat, dog, hose or well a talking badger. She would still love to see it up close and personal.
As a child, Dinah was a rather talkative girl. When in town or around new people, she would try to be the spark in the conversation that kept it going. Often times she would grow bored at home and would ride into town where she'd shop around; more for the purpose of company and someone to talk to rather than actual shopping. When her baby sister was born, Dinah's mother seemed to drop all attention she had already barely given to her daughter and turned it onto the new child. She also noticed how her mother became less and less devoted to their father and began to search for attention from other men when they went to town. One of the reasons Dinah slowly stopped going with her mother.
Dinah's family is quite quaint. Her mother is Margaret LeLouvier and her father is Balthazar LeLouvier. Dinah happens to be the middle child of the family with one older brother and a younger sister. Her father is always away for business, never having much time for his family. Therefore never giving her much time to know much about him. She sees him on occasion, when that does happen Dinah spends hours on ends doing anything he asks of her. Whether it be fetching something for him, or going on walks or rides with him. She is very much a daddy's girl in her own mind, though they have a very limited relationship. Dinah does not see eye to eye with her mother due to knowing of her illustrious emotional affairs with other married men. Strictly emotional, nothing physical but in Dinah's eyes none the less cheating.
Dinah is quite close with her older brother. She tells him the inner workings of her life, hobbies, everything. The two were inseparable when she was born and still to this day remain close at heart. Though since he is older, he is off as well doing other things with himself. Dinah is not a fan of her baby sister, though. She has always felt that her mother loves her over her; that over analyzing middle child syndrome so to speak. Often forgotten due to her baby sister's constant need of attention, Dinah and her do not see eye to eye on many things. She tries to keep her sister in line though it fails more than often. Her family is well off to put it simply, and Dinah has grown up with most everything she could ever ask for.
While they are not high royalty such as a King or Queen, they are lower ranking; with title of Lady. Lady of course being her mother's title only. Dinah still enjoys the idea of one day earning such a title and persists that people call her 'lady' at times. Especially when her baby sister is around so she can belittle her. Dinah does not say anything rude, though her tone often leads people to believe she is being condescending or sarcastic. She is rather proud in the sense she believes as a woman she does not need a man to take care of her. Instead of asking for help, she will go out of her way to prove that she is just as capable of doing something as any man. Though with such things as fighting or doing something that may 'ruin' her pretty appearance, she tends to lack. She gained these traits from watching how her mother pretends to be a damsel in distress whenever she can to gain the attention of another man.
Father - Balthazar LeLouvier
Mother - Margaret LeLouvier
One older brother and one younger sister
Magic: none
Original or Canon: original
♥ No need to say Goodbye ♥[/color]
Sample RP:
Drita dug through her purse, attempting to figure out where she'd put that damned phone down. It was rather difficult to find such a tiny invention, she didn't understand why people couldn't just talk face to face. Maybe she was stuck in her old ways, but she liked to communicate with people face to face. You know talk to them up close and in person, old fashion bullshit that most kids these generation didn't seem to understand. Okay time to give up looking for that thing. She set her purse back down on the night stand, flipping her fingers through her long chocolate brown locks as she gazed at the huge bag in frustration. Why couldn't Marco just come and visit her instead of leaving it all to wonderment and random bliss as to when he'd show up or call? Oh right, his son. His precious, adorable little baby boy that Drita fell in love with at first sight.
Drita always had a soft spot for kids it seemed. Especially boys. She'd lost her own many, many years ago and well, the devastation of losing someone who meant so much to her still was evident whenever a child came into her presence. Drita laid her head back on the pillow in wonder, as she gazed up at the ceiling. Technically she wasn't off until another three minutes, but it didn't matter in the ancients mind. She helped keep up maintenance on this castle plus its tourist attraction dates. You know, maintain the tours, the hours it was open, keep the people coming in line and happy. No one could argue whether or not they got terrible service or not. Drita picked at her heels a moment or two, wondering as to when precious human Marco would give her a ring. Perhaps he'd found himself a lovelier woman, one that he felt was much more suitable mother for his child over her. The thought disgusted her for a moment or two, before bringing a smile and laugh to her face. It was rather impossible to find someone who was a better mother than she, it was simply a ludocris idea that he'd find another. Yes, Drita did know what her physical appearance was; she quite frankly was proud of it. God if her son had lived this long, she knew he would of inherited her great attributes and would've been a dazzling ray of sunshine as well. One the world would bow down to and worship. Too bad ancients weren't like they use to be. An old woman stuck in her old ways, it seemed.
A ringing coming from the inside of her purse caught Drita's attention. Oh that was her phone! Good the perfect opportunity to find that damned thing. Scrambling through the flora printed bag, Drita's face lit up once she found her phone and saw Marco's name across the screen. Answering the phone she brought it to her ear, slipping off the edge of the bed elegantly. "You're free now? I'll head over that way, love. Just give me about twenty minutes or so...Can't wait, bye Marco darling." Drita's smile was quite imprinted on her lips at this point. She was so eager to see this boy. He had some sort of mystical effect on her; one that softened her heart for a moment or two. Hanging up, Drita slipped her phone back into her purse before exiting the room and heading down the stairs to the first floor.
Her heels echoed in the practically empty halls as she headed towards the entrance, fiddling with her outfit and hair just to make sure she looked absolutely perfect for her well - in her mind - date with Marco. Drita's eyebrows furrowed as she heard someone call down the hallway. She had to assume it was for her, since no one else was present at the moment. Slowing her walk, Drita pulled her phone out checking the time as she turned slowly back to where the voice had come from. Her eyes didn't lift from her phone as she spoke rather bitterly, "Make this quick, I've somewhere I need to be. We're closed so there shouldn't be anything wrong." Looking up, Drita's eyebrow arched high as she gazed at the younger boy. "...Yes?"
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