Post by Kira on Nov 18, 2006 14:56:07 GMT -5
Name- Ashley Benine (Ash to her friends)
Age- 16
What is she?- mortal
Clothing- a simple white dress
Hair- long, wavy, brown
Eyes- light brown
Total Appearance-
(different dress)
Personality- Quite bubbly, but sometimes seems to be very shy. She considers herself and outcast, even though she really isn't.
History- Her father is a rich bankers, and her brother, Thomas, wants to follow in his footsteps. Her mother is the "proper" lady that she wishes for Ashley to be. They are both quite strict. They descend from a royal family in France.
Other- She loves to paint. Usually misfortune. She also believes that the woman of England are just as good as the men. She is shunned for this thought.
Intro- Wow, it is so beautiful!" Ashley Benine excplaimed as she entered the large parlor of her new school. Her brother smiled. "It is, isn't it?" It was so different than India, where she had spent much of her life. The headmistress greeted her brother. "Hello sir, I know your daughter will love it here," Ashley tried very hard to not giggle, but it slipped. "Miss Benine, please have some mannars!" The headmisstress exclaimed. "No, I'm sorry, but this is Thomas Benine, my brother." The headmistress looked terribly embarassed. "Well, I shall take her now. Thanks you sir," she croaked. The headmistress, who she learned to be Mrs. Bradshaw, took her to her room. It was homely, but she liked it. She set down her things and walked out the door and into the halls. Ashley was a homely sort of girl. She wore a simple lace dress that went a few inches below her knees, stockings, and black boots. Her long copper hair was pulled into a loose bun, even after her mother pulled as hard as she could to get it to stay tight. She didn't mind. It was so painful lkie that anyways. "I believe I shall go see who else is here," she thought aloud as she walked down the corridors. She admired the carvings of nymphs and fairies on the handrail down the stairs. Even though she seems like your average rich French royalty desendant, she is quite the cotrary. She believes that the woman of England deserve better, and that they are more than things. She also painted. Mostly misfortune. She dreamed of making a difference and ending poverty, unlike the obvlivious rich folk who apparently don't care. She once showed her mother her favorite painting, "Mary, Please Don't Die" and was sent to her room unti she learned her "lesson." But there is something else different and peculiar that even Ashley doesn't know about. Something that she could use to punish those who didn't believe her. Only the shadows know though...
Age- 16
What is she?- mortal
Clothing- a simple white dress
Hair- long, wavy, brown
Eyes- light brown
Total Appearance-
(different dress)Personality- Quite bubbly, but sometimes seems to be very shy. She considers herself and outcast, even though she really isn't.
History- Her father is a rich bankers, and her brother, Thomas, wants to follow in his footsteps. Her mother is the "proper" lady that she wishes for Ashley to be. They are both quite strict. They descend from a royal family in France.
Other- She loves to paint. Usually misfortune. She also believes that the woman of England are just as good as the men. She is shunned for this thought.
Intro- Wow, it is so beautiful!" Ashley Benine excplaimed as she entered the large parlor of her new school. Her brother smiled. "It is, isn't it?" It was so different than India, where she had spent much of her life. The headmistress greeted her brother. "Hello sir, I know your daughter will love it here," Ashley tried very hard to not giggle, but it slipped. "Miss Benine, please have some mannars!" The headmisstress exclaimed. "No, I'm sorry, but this is Thomas Benine, my brother." The headmistress looked terribly embarassed. "Well, I shall take her now. Thanks you sir," she croaked. The headmistress, who she learned to be Mrs. Bradshaw, took her to her room. It was homely, but she liked it. She set down her things and walked out the door and into the halls. Ashley was a homely sort of girl. She wore a simple lace dress that went a few inches below her knees, stockings, and black boots. Her long copper hair was pulled into a loose bun, even after her mother pulled as hard as she could to get it to stay tight. She didn't mind. It was so painful lkie that anyways. "I believe I shall go see who else is here," she thought aloud as she walked down the corridors. She admired the carvings of nymphs and fairies on the handrail down the stairs. Even though she seems like your average rich French royalty desendant, she is quite the cotrary. She believes that the woman of England deserve better, and that they are more than things. She also painted. Mostly misfortune. She dreamed of making a difference and ending poverty, unlike the obvlivious rich folk who apparently don't care. She once showed her mother her favorite painting, "Mary, Please Don't Die" and was sent to her room unti she learned her "lesson." But there is something else different and peculiar that even Ashley doesn't know about. Something that she could use to punish those who didn't believe her. Only the shadows know though...