Post by Ophy on Nov 19, 2006 0:47:37 GMT -5
Name- Ophelia Dené (Ophy to those she called friends)
Age- 16
What are they?- Mortal Girl
Clothing- Long, navy blue dress. White, elbow high gloves.
Hair- Long, curly red.
Eyes- Bright green
Total Appearance-^Read Above^ (No pic)
Personality- Snotty and a bit spoiled. The type of girl many would call two-faced. She was sweet and kind and diplomatic to your face, but with no hesitation, and usually no regret, would spread a nasty rumor as soon as you had left.
History- Her parents are both high society socialites and wish for Ophelia to follow in that path. She is an only child in a rich family and has the spoiled personality to show for it. Both of her parents come from old money, father barely working while her mother enjoys the wealth in the most material fashion.
Other- Ophelia is offended by all things common. She wants to be what her parents want for her. She wants to be the rich socialite with friends and money. She does as she is told, and follows all rules that society has set up for young women.
Intro- Ophelia had been going to Maranine Academy for a year and found it an adequate finishing school. Though she could say nothing else for the school, it didn’t seem to bother her. She didn’t strongly like or dislike the place, floating through in that brainless way many girls seemed to have around then. Ophelia did nothing that was supposedly improper for girls of England, and excelled in the areas she was supposed to. She was the perfect Victorian girl to the naked eye, but she had done something. Something bad. She was sent out that day to greet a few new students, so she dressed as well as she felt necessary for the school. She wore a navy blue dress, bunched at waist and the skirt held with one gloved hand. Her curly red hair was pulled back high, the ringlets falling naturally almost to her shoulders. Her bright eyes scanned the room, falling quickly on one girl. A frown lit on her face, but she quickly composed it into the fake smile that so many wore.
Age- 16
What are they?- Mortal Girl
Clothing- Long, navy blue dress. White, elbow high gloves.
Hair- Long, curly red.
Eyes- Bright green
Total Appearance-^Read Above^ (No pic)
Personality- Snotty and a bit spoiled. The type of girl many would call two-faced. She was sweet and kind and diplomatic to your face, but with no hesitation, and usually no regret, would spread a nasty rumor as soon as you had left.
History- Her parents are both high society socialites and wish for Ophelia to follow in that path. She is an only child in a rich family and has the spoiled personality to show for it. Both of her parents come from old money, father barely working while her mother enjoys the wealth in the most material fashion.
Other- Ophelia is offended by all things common. She wants to be what her parents want for her. She wants to be the rich socialite with friends and money. She does as she is told, and follows all rules that society has set up for young women.
Intro- Ophelia had been going to Maranine Academy for a year and found it an adequate finishing school. Though she could say nothing else for the school, it didn’t seem to bother her. She didn’t strongly like or dislike the place, floating through in that brainless way many girls seemed to have around then. Ophelia did nothing that was supposedly improper for girls of England, and excelled in the areas she was supposed to. She was the perfect Victorian girl to the naked eye, but she had done something. Something bad. She was sent out that day to greet a few new students, so she dressed as well as she felt necessary for the school. She wore a navy blue dress, bunched at waist and the skirt held with one gloved hand. Her curly red hair was pulled back high, the ringlets falling naturally almost to her shoulders. Her bright eyes scanned the room, falling quickly on one girl. A frown lit on her face, but she quickly composed it into the fake smile that so many wore.