The Floor
04-13-2006, 07:32 PM
Username: demure_seductress
Character: Meaghan Chartreuse
Occupation: Playwright/Lyricist
Age: 19
Appearance: Slightly taller than an average woman, Meaghan Chartreuse draws stares to her wherever she goes if not for her pale green eyes so slightly tinged with yellow, then most certainly for her physique. Meaghan stuns everyone she meets by looking them directly in the eye. To gaze into her green eyes, almost feline in their colour, is to be lost in that desolate existence of silent anguish. A slender girl, she was trained in dance from an early age, and that has lent to a smooth, softly curving body. She knows her body is a weapon, and she also knows she's got the wit to handle it.
Though others would call her beautiful, she despises her reflection. Her mother's green eyes, her father's pale blonde hair a smooth jaw line and naturally defined eyes... Each moment she spends glancing into mirrors only brings to mind the dark past she has fled. Not as dark as some, mind you but darker than many. So, naturally, she has ordered all mirrors removed from her rooms.
Personality: A harsh, often bitter word can be found on the tongue of this great beauty. Though Meaghan is often cruel to those around her, she does not deny the ache in her heart when she sees the damage she's done. She is a desperate girl, one who has been rejected one too many times. She does not see herself as needy; simply broken. Usually, her desperation makes itself known with general promiscuity and flirtations, using, abusing, and promptly forgetting the men she takes in and casts aside. She blames her poor relational skills on her lonely history, rather than her own poor self esteem.
History: As a child, Meaghan grew up with her loving mother and father in a large, ancient villa in southern Italy. She was often found wandering the vineyards, a poem on her lips and a song in her heart. Exuberant by nature, she had ten questions for every answer. Thankfully, her doting mother saw fit to be patient, and, with time, Meaghan grew into a still, placid child.
One day, though, Meaghan's father was brutally murdered, and her mother, trying desperately to pick up the pieces, simply gave up. About two weeks after her father's untimely death, Meaghan found her mother dead, in the master bedroom. She had surrounded herself with pictures of her family - pictures of Meaghan, at various ages; her husband, ever the adoring father; and herself... smiling, young, and beautiful. Never was a picture found of the three of them together. Since then, Meaghan has closed her heart to love and compassion, allowing despair to flood her work & her life with a dark and lonely message. Ever haunting, ever mysterious, and ever pained, Meaghans work remained a mystery to all but herself.
Now, upon entering the Opera House, a place teeming with the very emotions Meaghan herself had sworn off, she finds herself torn. Will she submit herself to the criticism of the other, often equally bitter, people of the Opera House? Or will she bite back, showering the men and women with a fiery mess of her own trauma and pain?
Other: Meaghan is a genius. Sheer genius. She is arrogant, though, and desperate. She often reacts bizarrely, confusing even those who have naught but her best interest at heart.
And men? She despises them. Fears them. Each moment she wanders the Opera House, she worries that one will abuse her heart. Though you wouldn't guess it from the way she constantly flirts. She is a living, breathing contradiction. She loves without feeling and adores from a distance, attempting to bridge the gap with her poetry and operas.
She is often found murmuring lines for her next play to herself, working and reworking the phrasing. Entering the ranks of the Opera House is one of her greatest fears... and her greatest dreams.
Character: Meaghan Chartreuse
Occupation: Playwright/Lyricist
Age: 19
Appearance: Slightly taller than an average woman, Meaghan Chartreuse draws stares to her wherever she goes if not for her pale green eyes so slightly tinged with yellow, then most certainly for her physique. Meaghan stuns everyone she meets by looking them directly in the eye. To gaze into her green eyes, almost feline in their colour, is to be lost in that desolate existence of silent anguish. A slender girl, she was trained in dance from an early age, and that has lent to a smooth, softly curving body. She knows her body is a weapon, and she also knows she's got the wit to handle it.
Though others would call her beautiful, she despises her reflection. Her mother's green eyes, her father's pale blonde hair a smooth jaw line and naturally defined eyes... Each moment she spends glancing into mirrors only brings to mind the dark past she has fled. Not as dark as some, mind you but darker than many. So, naturally, she has ordered all mirrors removed from her rooms.
Personality: A harsh, often bitter word can be found on the tongue of this great beauty. Though Meaghan is often cruel to those around her, she does not deny the ache in her heart when she sees the damage she's done. She is a desperate girl, one who has been rejected one too many times. She does not see herself as needy; simply broken. Usually, her desperation makes itself known with general promiscuity and flirtations, using, abusing, and promptly forgetting the men she takes in and casts aside. She blames her poor relational skills on her lonely history, rather than her own poor self esteem.
History: As a child, Meaghan grew up with her loving mother and father in a large, ancient villa in southern Italy. She was often found wandering the vineyards, a poem on her lips and a song in her heart. Exuberant by nature, she had ten questions for every answer. Thankfully, her doting mother saw fit to be patient, and, with time, Meaghan grew into a still, placid child.
One day, though, Meaghan's father was brutally murdered, and her mother, trying desperately to pick up the pieces, simply gave up. About two weeks after her father's untimely death, Meaghan found her mother dead, in the master bedroom. She had surrounded herself with pictures of her family - pictures of Meaghan, at various ages; her husband, ever the adoring father; and herself... smiling, young, and beautiful. Never was a picture found of the three of them together. Since then, Meaghan has closed her heart to love and compassion, allowing despair to flood her work & her life with a dark and lonely message. Ever haunting, ever mysterious, and ever pained, Meaghans work remained a mystery to all but herself.
Now, upon entering the Opera House, a place teeming with the very emotions Meaghan herself had sworn off, she finds herself torn. Will she submit herself to the criticism of the other, often equally bitter, people of the Opera House? Or will she bite back, showering the men and women with a fiery mess of her own trauma and pain?
Other: Meaghan is a genius. Sheer genius. She is arrogant, though, and desperate. She often reacts bizarrely, confusing even those who have naught but her best interest at heart.
And men? She despises them. Fears them. Each moment she wanders the Opera House, she worries that one will abuse her heart. Though you wouldn't guess it from the way she constantly flirts. She is a living, breathing contradiction. She loves without feeling and adores from a distance, attempting to bridge the gap with her poetry and operas.
She is often found murmuring lines for her next play to herself, working and reworking the phrasing. Entering the ranks of the Opera House is one of her greatest fears... and her greatest dreams.