Post by DUCHESS MICHELLE SEYMOUR on Sept 11, 2010 22:26:23 GMT -5
DUCHESS MICHELLE SEYMOUR OF SOMERSET
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[/b]: Michelle
SURNAME: Seymour, (nee Russell)
ALIAS: Belle
TITLE: Duchess of Somerset
AGE: 23
AFFILIATION: Commoner
BRANDED?: Heavens no!
RANK: Nobility
SHIP: Aboard a Navy Vessel, headed for Port Royal
Nickname: Belle, but only close family or friends use the name
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: English
Country of Birth: England
Occupation: A Duchess has no assigned occupation!
Parents: Duke Richard and Duchess Mary Russell
Siblings: Henry Russell (27), George Russell (would now be 24, though assumed dead at 20), Anne Russell (18)
Children: None!
Avatar: Kirsten Dunst
Description: Michelle has extremely fair skin and matching blonde hair. With her bluish-green eyes, this creates quite a beautiful first impression. Her 5"5' stature is fitting, she is not too tall, but not a short woman either. She usually sports a coquettish smile on the childlike face of hers, which has known to attract many a man. In England, the Duchess was famous for her rather eccentric fashion. Hats and feathers galore, this young woman took her inspiration from French fashions of the time, preferring mostly pastels for her massive skirts and tightly fit bodices.
Personality: Michelle is a lively young girl who more than anything loves a good time. Her favorite activities have always been to attend balls, plays, or any type of entertainment. She is an extremely bubbly person who is rather frivolous with money, because, well, she's always had much more than necessary. When she was young, she was spoiled to death, so she wants what she wants, when she wants it; nothing less, and nothing more. Sometimes this leads her into trouble, and she can become overly whiny and needy. She has always had a good sense of her position, although sometimes she uses her title to get away with her various adventures with her rather wild group of friends. Since her brother's "death," she has sometimes suffered from spells of depression, usually brought about by some memory of him.
Strengths:
She has an impeccable sense of fashion
She is a lively person, who loves a good time
She is usually good intentioned
Weaknesses:
She is rather childish
She was always too spoiled
Depression sometimes sets in at unexpected moments
Weapons: None! Why would a Duchess carry any sort of weapon?
Belongings: What do you have with you? On the main ship, she had a trunk of clothes, some toiletries, the usual necessities one would pack for a month long trip to visit one's sister.
Likes:
The Duchess has always been one for fashion. Many have said her taste, though rather eccentric and frivolous, is impeccable. At all the balls she attends, and throws, which are quite often, she is dressed to the nines. And where does she get all these wonderful ideas for her clothes? Her favorite city in the world, Paris, of course. Though, the province of Normandy runs a close second, with it's beautiful oceans. The Duchess has always been one for gossip. At the parties she attends, she wants to know everything about everyone she meets, and she truly loves just to have a good time.
Dislikes:
Belle has always been a rather squeamish, prissy thing. Bugs, mud, dirt, or anything small, messy, or creepy crawly are absolutely disgusting to her. And for the opposite of that, so is any type of housework. Michelle has always loved her high and mighty social status, and would never do anything below her for the world. Of course, since the "death" of her brother, she has had an intense hatred for pirates everywhere. Anything that reminds her of this fact is revolting and awful.
History: Michelle Adele Russell was born on June 22nd, in the middle of one of the sunniest days of the year, to her proud parents, the Duke and Duchess of Bedford. She was their first daughter, after having two sons already. A few years later, the duchess gave birth to another daughter, by the name of Anne. Michelle Adele was named while the Duchess was passing through a French phase, where everything of that nature was adored by her, including her new baby girl, Michelle.
Michelle had a rather quiet childhood. She grew up in the family's country house, having only her siblings and frequent visitors as her usual company. Her mother and father were very busy people, and Papa was seldom at home. Michelle was an exceedingly spoiled child. Her mother doted upon her little Belle, as she called her (it later became the family nickname for Michelle), and her two older brothers did the same, especially George.
Before George Russell enlisted in the Royal Navy, he and Belle were seen everywhere together. The two were inseparable. Riding, reading, or playing, George was her role model. He left for his new profession when he turned 19.
One day, while writing a letter to her dearest brother George, Belle heard the door ring. She walked quickly down the stairs, for ladies never run, and snatched the letter that had just arrived. She hoped it was from her brother. She opened it as quickly as possible, though seconds later she wished she hadn't. It was only a few seconds until she broke down, crying harder than she ever had before. Her dearest brother, George, was dead; killed by pirates in the Caribbean, where he had been instated.
Michelle went into a state of Greif like none other for about a year after news of George's death. She was quite transformed from her usual bubbly self, her maid stated. When the unbearable Duke Fitzwilliam Seymour of Somerset proposed, Michelle, in her strange state, accepted, much to the delight of her parents, and to the shock of her close friends. Of course, it was an extremely advantageous match, but his personality was absolutely dreadful. Duke Fitzwilliam was a very short, pug-like man, with an even shorter temper, and was at least 25 years Michelle's senior. Michelle was a beautiful, but rather silly young girl, with a frivolous and playful personality. It was not until the marriage was complete that Michelle realized what exactly she had done.
It was anything but a happy marriage. The two were in constant fights, although the extreme wealth that he possessed gave Michelle a bit of happiness. She threw countless numbers of balls at her new estate, and parties at her London flat, inviting the most famous and richest aristocrats possible. Her innermost circle of friends became the famously extravagant wives and daughters of the most famously extravagant men. She developed a famous sense of fashion, which many in the kingdom started to emulate, and her exploits and parties received even more attention. The now Duchess was at still not content with her life, despite the fame and fortune she now possessed. Duke Fitzwilliam was not amused with his little wife, and now, very much regretted the marriage.
Two years into her journey as a new married woman, Michelle received another letter. At the age of 22, Michelle was now a widow. Her husband had dropped dead of a heart attack in their London apartment.
Michelle, although slightly distressed by the news at first, was more relieved at his death, though she felt slightly ashamed to say so. She was finally free of the man she had grown to hate, and free to marry for love this time, instead of a title.
Michelle is currently on the passage to Port Royal, where her youngest sister has just moved after her marriage to a very wealthy plantation owner in Jamaica.
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RP SAMPLE. <3
"No," Erin smiled slightly, picturing herself in a club. She would not even know what to do! Should she dance? She was a good dancer, it was not that, but would she even dare to? It didn't quite seem...her. She definitely could not picture herself going up to some bartender and ordering herself a drink in a club either. She usually only went to high society bars with her father, or rarely, her friends. "Not even once."
And he was modest too. How much more perfect could he get? "There isn't any..." she said, thinking of all the people she had lost over the years. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "I don't mean to have been overly defensive for you, of course, you're right." She agreed completely with his decision of not basking in the glory of war as some did. "I just...I have some regrets about that I suppose." She smiled a bit, trying to cheer up the mood.
"That would be lovely!" she replied, envisioning Carter having one of those classic, stereotypical, 1950's American households: the father coming home in a gorgeously tailored suit to a loving wife in a form fitting dress that puffed out at the waist, with two insanely adorable kids who seemed to be sculpted out of marble, and the entire family sitting down at the same time to a perfect, hot, thanksgiving-worthy meal for fifty at the kitchen table. She smiled, not quite letting herself picture herself as the smiling wife. What was she thinking? She had only known him for a matter of minutes, but she still felt that haunting feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Erin never felt that. No guy was ever perfect enough for her, but maybe it was his imperfections that attracted her?
Erin laughed a small laugh again. She still could not picture him as a wilder-type, no matter what he had said, but then again, she had only known him for a very short time; but it was her nature to assume things. "You don't seem too wild, but as you said, I haven't seen you in your 'element' yet, so I'll just have to wait and see." She smiled at him, slightly implying that she hoped to see him again in the future.
She could not help but keep her mind from wondering whether he had a girlfriend. She casually looked back at the coffee counter, wondering again if he and that waitress had some sort of thing...she had noticed them earlier, and she had blushed when he talked to her, right? A sudden feeling of jealously washed over her, but she quickly tried to quiet the feeling. She could not run away with the idea before she knew anything. But then again, she noticed the waitress was staring straight at them...was she, the waitress, jealous? Erin was sufficiently confused, not realizing that she, herself, was probably the jealous one. But, she could not quite think of the proper phrasing to ask him if he had a girlfriend. She did not want to seem to obviously into him, it was just her nature.
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