THORNE, magdalene bambini

[MAGDALENE THORNE]

MAGDALENE BAMBINI THORNE




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[/b]: Magdalene
SURNAME: Thorne
ALIAS: Mag, Gypsy
TITLE: n/a

AGE: Eighteen
AFFILIATION: Commoner
BRANDED?: No
RANK: n/a
SHIP: n/a

࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
I have light milky mocha skin, from my Sicilian Mother. Along with her figure, a full and curvaceous body that drives men up the wall. But, they turn away when they are betrothed or with a girl all ready. I also have my Mother eyes, honey brown and soulful. People adore them but, they get surprised when they see me angry and the honey brown eyes turned black as coals. As for my hair, it's black and curly. I either get up loose and flowing or just put it up in a high ponytail. Clothing? I always wear dresses that I made myself. They are always fashionable looking, not raggedy and torn because I hate looking like I just rolled out of the slums. I have no tattoos though, I do have few markings. A birthmark on my left hip, scars along my back from my Father.

࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
My first interest would be reading poetry, it's relaxing and calming to me. Singing melodies are also calming to me. It makes me think of my dear Mother, singing the songs I would hear her sing. Men! Oh my God, I loved the sight of a virile man! Unlike my Mother, I have a taste for men that have that primal vibe about them. I cannot stand a Gentlemen, they are nice and all but I don't want one as a Husband. I want a man that can ravish me and make me scream! Anyway, I love to dance. People call me a Gypsy because I love to dance so much. I don't really made being called that. I believe it to be a compliment. Oh and I have a thing for Pirates and the ocean. Just smelling the fresh salty waters of the oceans brings peace to my soul. As for the Pirates? Just the thought of the pioneers of the seas is interesting and seems like a wonderful life. Especially, the cut throating.

࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
My Father would be one of them. I just dislike him for being arrogant with his ways of thinking and never being open to new ideas. Especially, when the subject of Politics comes up and I want to voice my opinions and he shuts me down. Politics is another dislike of mine and I think you know why. Being insulted about my blood. People can see that I look nothing like my Father though I have his name, so they begin to insult me trying to hurt me. It never works. It did want I was younger but, now I never let it get to it. Being called a Whore because of my ways with men, I can't help it if a woman's husband finds me attractive. But, there is no need to call me that. Someone speaking ill of my Mother is something I will never stand for. I will snap and break that persons neck for saying such a thing.

࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
I do have one regret... Having my Mother live with the Monster that was my Father. But, he only got worse when she died, torturing me instead. I was even afraid to sing a song that my Mother always sung to me when I was little. So, basically, I feared my Father. Because of things I knew he would do to me if I didn't obey him. Now, I do not have to worry about him anymore. I am free of him. But, I do fear that someone will find me and take me back to him. That is meanly what I'm afraid of right at this moment.

࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
My skills in being a pick-pocket. I perfected them by stealing from my Father's pocket. It would either be his pocket watch or money but, it would be something that I could hide from him and watch him get angry as sin. Acting is another strength of mine, because when I somehow get caught pick-pocketing, I always make up some story and get out of trouble. It surprising but, it does. My weakness would be my Mother because I loved her so much that I would kill someone if they tried to sully her good name. Despite the fact that she was the daughter of a Pirate, still she was a good person. Another weakness? That would children. Even though I do not want any of my own right now, I love children and hate seeing one suffering in any way. Weapons? One would be a straight razor that I always keep in my dress pocket. Another one would have to be my nails. I always keep them at a certain length that if someone tries something I can stretch their eyes out before they did have damage.

࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
In one word? Feisty! I was always hot tempered mostly from my Sicilian blood. A true Sicilian never forgives and never forgets so, you could say I'm the vengeful type. But, when I'm calm, I'm quite friendly. Always smiling and being a good young lady. Despite what I did for a living wasn't seen as lady like. I'm a pick-pocket. Before you start judging a girl, think. I severed all connections with my father so, what am I to do? Become a whore and let me take advantage of me for money? No, thank you, not my style. Also I'm flirtatious, which is what women hate about me. I was never the shy and bashful type, it just never stuck with me. It didn't seem to fit into my personality. I always felt open. I'm always looking for adventure as well, which is another why I'm interested in Pirates so much. I'm adventurous and want to find whatever I can to satisfy that feeling. And I forgot to mention that I have a bad and ugly temper. I can never stay calm when something gets me going. Not even counting to ten can stop this cannon. I am also seen as self loving by others since I am confident in my body. Which is odd because my Mother always told me to be proud of myself and how to look, no matter what other people think. Mostly because I was always a little thickly built as a child. Trickster is another word that describes me. I love to start trouble and trick people. It's fun and entertainment.

࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
My Mother, Maria, was my best friend. I shared everything with her, and she would tell me what my Grandparents were like and tell me that they would spoiled me rotten. My Father, Andrew who was an Englishmen, was somewhat distant through out my life, I mean.. We would talk but, we never had anything in common. Plus we were two completely different people as well. Sharing different opinions on certain subjects. Also after my Mother dead, he brought me to England to live with him. It was hell on Earth! It was totally dull there.

࿂ YER STORY![/color]
I was born in Palermo, Sicily where my Mother Maria Sparccio was from. She was the daughter of the Pirate Roberteno Sparccio. But, he was hanged when he stopped in Port Royal for being a Pirate. So, Mother and Nona Bambini were left alone to support themselves in Sicily. My Mother was a Thief when she met my Father, Andrew Thorne. She was about to get arrested when he came to her rescue. He said that she was too pretty to face the gallows. So, within a few months of him courting her, they married and my Mother was soon with child. I was the child. All my younger years, I was raised in Palermo speaking both Italian and English. My Nona had died the first three months of my live and my Mother felt alone but, she would always see her in my eyes whenever I would smile. Sooner or later as I grew, I looked less like my Father so they made him suspicious. Soon, he would confront my Mother on the subject whether I was his child or not. Whenever she would say that I was, he would hit her seeing that I looked nothing like him.

The fights got more violent and I would up in my room, crying. My Mother would come in and sing a lullaby to me, to relax me. It was a lovely yet haunting song.The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed and bound in her bones. I would sing that when I was alone and soon I felt it be true to my soul. Because I wasn't used to being in one place for too long and loved to explore. Mother would tease me and say that I was indeed my Grandfather's granddaughter. Then, when my Father noticed that I was becoming more like my Mother, by pick pocketing him, he secretly went to the Government of Palermo and said that my Mother was a Thief. Within two days, my Mother met her maker at the gallows. I couldn't stop crying because I loved her so much, the only way I could control myself was singing the song. Just for my Father to hear me and beat my back bloody, scarring it. He, then, took me to England to be a proper young lady in Society. All this at 14.

I spent the next four years in England, trying my best to amuse myself. It was dull as Hell there. Plus, I was being insulted left and right because of the way I looked. I was beginning to get sick of it. Still baring the scars on my back, I hated my Father. Because I had found out that he was the one that ratted on my Mother. Feeling that he would do the same to me if I became more rebellious, I stole some money and found a ship filled with spices and other things going to Port Royal. That night when it left, I was on it. I had paid one of the sailors to let me ride on the ship and I was on my way out of the Hell hole that I would never again call home. Going to Port Royal, I felt free. And soon, only being there a few hours, people were calling me a Gypsy. From small boys, it was Beautiful Gypsy. I didn't mind, it was a wonderful nickname for me. I began a new live, praying that my Father would not find me.

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17 ࿂ RAVEN SYMONE ࿂ FOUR [spelled out]
LIZZI

RP SAMPLE. <3

Lizbeth could not believe where she was going tonight! She was invited to a Ball by Queen Victoria. The Queen, for God's sake! Truthfully, her driver Henry, thought that she was going to faint on the way there, she was so nervous. Yet she was very excited! Being called a Gypsy for most of her life by people who judged her based on her bloodline, finally paid off. She knew that her Mother and Father were smiling down on her, proud of their daughter and how she was climbing up in the world. She met a good man, Nikolai the Grand Duke of Russia. Her heart beat pumped even faster when she thought about him. Closing her blue eyes, she felt like she was going to have a heart attack right then.

"Miss Sterling, relax. I hear the Queen is glad to hear that you accepted the invitation." Henry said, trying to comfort the performer. Lizbeth looked through the window and looked up at the man, who was like a Father to her. Hell, he even reminded her of her Father based on his looks. "Thank you for trying to comfort me, Henry. But, you know how clumsy I can be at times. What if I trip and spill a drink on her? Surely, she'll have my head. God, I'm so nervous, my stomach is doing flips." She said, her voice shaking as she saw the palace get closer. Gulping softly, she closed her eyes the rest of the way and waited for the carriage to stop. Then, the door opened and she walked out with the doorman's help to reveal her sleek black dress and gloves. Her red curls were up and loose, being held by a barrette with a onyx jewel in the middle. She even had on her Mother's jewelry, over her gloves and around her neck.

Sending a small nervous smile at Henry, she walked into the palace and held her head up high. Doing so, she heard the whispers of the others as she continued in. She was not of Royal blood or from a wealthy family, she was a commoner among the Blue bloods. But, that didn't stop her from being prideful and acting like she belonged there. Lizbeth looked around, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest since she was nervous as sin even though she didn't show it. And of course, the clumsy side rearing its ugly head, she walked into someone. "Oh dear, forgive me." She apologized, her hand on her chest only to see someone she didn't expect to walk into.

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