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Lady Margaret Frederick; TBC
Topic Started: May 28 2007, 06:50 AM (338 Views)
Lady Margaret Frederick
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●»» Out of Character

Name/Alias: Astrid
Age: 17
Contact: PM and email are fine, I hardly ever get on IMs such as AIM or MSN
Other Characters: --

●»» In Character

.__General Info__.
Full Name: Margaret Augusta Frederick
Nick name: Maggie, Marge, Margot
Nick Name Explanation: simply the traditional abbreviations of her first name
Age: 23
Gender: female

.__Appearance__.
Overall Appearance:
Magaret's appearance had caused her mother all sorts of turmoil and despair in the past. You see, with such good genes and a line of beautiful ancestors on both sides she was supposed to be mind-blowing (not to mention it was extremely hard to find a wealthy man to marry without good looks). However, Maggie wasn't even a pretty baby, which was strange all in itself since the period is usually associated with immense cuteness. Instead of being pudgy and nauseatingly sweet the girl was a rather gangly-looking baby, her appendages seemingly too long for her short little body. From an ugly toddler she grew into a plain child that looked like the essence of the words 'scrawny' and 'peaky', even though the amount of food the child consumed would have been sufficient for a herd of piglets. Not to mention; those giant, protuberant and bewildered eyes of hers did not really add any pluses to her already hopeless image.
Over the years she had somewhat 'grown into' her eyes and they did not seem as eerily enormous as during her childhood, albeit for the time being this was it.

Margaret Augusta Frederick marched into the world of teenagers as 'boob-less' and practically 'everything-feminine-less' as possible, as the less subtle of her acquaintances liked to put down 'if someone put two peas on your back people wouldn't know where's your front'. Not that Marge really cared or rather...after drowning in self-pity and misery she finally became immune and learned that she needed to live with her body the way it was. However, having reached the magical number of sixteen summers she had finally begun to get some meat on her bones and sport all those heavenly curves (even though a bit to the plump side), that definitely helped her in obtaining a long list of future husband candidates.

Dark, taking on the color of smoky gray , whilst thickly framed with lashes and brows they are a nice accomplishment to her sophisticated looks.
Obviously our 'ugly-duckling- turned-swan' is not perfect and there are a lot of things that she would like to change in her; hair and feet to name a few.
As for the hair, while the girl is remotely happy with its natural color of medium/dirty blond (occasionally slipping more to the brighter side), the texture seems to give her a hard time.
Masses and masses of thick strands are extremely hard to tame and require a lot of attendance. Apart from that she's not really fond of her feet, neither their size nor their shape therefore she rarely wears shoes that show them off.
Hopeful Celebrity: Scarlett Johansson
Picture: Posted Image
Effects:
-a dagger
-pistols
-sword
-a small vial of cyanide
all of the above are absent when she's back into her royal mode of course (apart from the dagger as it's easy to hide it among many folds of a formal dress).



.__Personality__.
Personality:
If Matta Hari had taken Lady Frederick as her role model she wouldn't have ended up the way she did.
Margaret is undoubtedly one of the most stubborn people you happen to meet, having inherited her father's rebellious nature and fiery temperament.
Her own uncle, who had disapproved his brother's marriage but couldn't help but love his niece used to say that Marge was more of a man than he would ever aspire to be, and this coming from the king that was nicknamed 'Farmer George' (for a reason) indeed was a compliment to the young girl.
She's the one that easily jumps to conclusions and therefore it is extremely hard to prove to her that some things are not the way she thinks they are. Accompanied with her hot-headed nature it can really bring a lot of trouble for innocent by-standers. All in all, Margaret's personality does not seem to go along with her appearance even in the tiniest bit; at first sight she appears very distanced, serene and humble (the way gentlemen would like to see her), but nothing more wrong, my dears.

Calm and composed aren't exactly the words that come to your mind when attempting to describe Lady Frederick, although she'd simply love to be described as such.
Anger-management had always been a problem to this girl and perhaps that was why she finally gave up on it.Therefore there is one (or at least one, most important) thing that both bewilders and scares people that encountered her in a state. Temper.
Even those that count themselves as her closest friends had witnessed it and mind you, an enraged Maggie is not a girl you want to cross paths with. She may appear to have comparable emotional range with an iceberg, but truth to be told, a comparison with a sleeping volcano would be far more suitable, since when she explodes she really does. With many casuals.

She is eager to prove herself worthy, both to her parents and her uncle. Margaret had been brought up in a very 'manly' fashion by her father whose heart had always belonged to the army, he taught her how to handle a pistol, duel and take care of swords and he was probably the only person that was capable of drilling some discipline into the feisty young woman. Her mother in the mean time, took care about the girl's 'social education' providing her with essential manners, even though Catherine herself was a commoner she made sure that her daughter entered all the important salons and was treated like the Lady that she was.
Likes:
-champagne
-wine
-rum
-good food
-adventure
-mascarades
-oceans
-beaches
-fights
-working for her uncle (the King of Great Britain, apparently)
-soldiers(has a bit of a kink when it comes to uniforms)
Dislikes:
-beer
-gunpowder
-British weather
-boredom
-too tight corsets
-her mother (for trying to force her into being an oridinary girl that knew her place in society)
-her late husband (though disliked is more appropriate)
-men that want her for her wealth and titles
Strengths:
-quick-witted
-a splendid diplomat
-not half bad in combat;
*she's not a bad shot and can hold her part decently in a duel
-good at spying and getting information out of people
Weaknesses:
-temper
-impatience
-stubborness
-not willing to admit that she did wrong

.__History__.
Personal History:
King George III definitely hadn't had any luck in taming his troublesome siblings. Not only did his favourite brother William, Duke of Gloucester marry a common woman, but his youngest Henry (made the Duke of Cumberland) did exactly the same thing, with an additional advantage however, as Catherine Higgins' older brother was one of the king's faithful M.Ps and the family itself belonged to the higher class of bourgeoisie.
Knowing his charming but unstable nature well, everyone expected Henry to abandon his meek wife as soon as he got the occasion and the man would probably do so if not for a happy event that took place shortly after his wedding.

Margaret was born on a stormy night in the middle of July, when the sun stood in the Leo constellation. From then on the child did literally everything to live up to her reputation of a lioness.
Contrary to popular belief Henry was not disappointed by having a daughter, as he had no intention of changing his plans towards the infant. Of course as a female Marge was not allowed to join the army, but it didn't mean Henry would let his precious daughter become a pawn between men.
The baby girl received the name Margaret after Henry's long lost lover (and to Catherine's immense dismay), the middle name Augusta, which meant 'divine' and was popular among the royal family, and obviously the last name 'Frederick' as it was the household name of the House of Hanover. According to his aspirations Henry started to train the girl as soon as she was old enough to understand what he was talking.

As a young girl she had accompanied her father on many trips to Europe, learning foreign languages, customs of other countries and all in all receiving a thorough education.
An army man to the very core Henry took care of his daughter's physical development, teaching her horseback riding, archery and dueling when she was old enough to wield a sword.
By the child's sixteenth birthday it became clear that she resembled her father almost painfully; smart, easy on the eyes and able to adjust to her surroundings with a talent of skin-shedding snake.
From the gruesome streets of 18th century Britain she could quickly slip into her corset gown becoming a purring pussycat of royal banquets within seconds.

Her boisterous charm made her the favourite niece of the 'homely' King in an instant and he was more than glad to have her as his devoted ally. A very useful one at that.
Soon after becoming one of the royal agents however, Margot's sex got in the way for the first time.
As a young, blooming woman with title and looks many envied she was expected to marry. And marry well. Neither her father nor Margaret herself were particularly ecstatic with that fact.
After postponing the inevitable, Margaret had been finally betrothed to a Danish landlord. And even though the young woman loathed her future husband with every fiber of her being it was still better than marrying one of her second-line cousins.
Trapped in a golden cage of a mansion and sprinkled with expensive gifts, Margaret had seriously considered poisoning her insufferable spouse, but apparently Lord above decided to call Ernest to His Kingdom all on His own accord as the man did not return from his trip to Paris, killed in some shady corner for gambling dept.

Putting on a mourning veil, the young widow was taking in her newly returned freedom in gasps.
Her beloved uncle, King George III who had enough trouble with the American colonies and the beginnings of his illness as it were, decided to help Margaret ease the pain after the loss of her husband.
In company of the King's faithful agents that Margaret knew and learned to trust, the young woman was to 'plunder' the Caribbean sea for information about the troublesome piracy. Being able to melt into any environment as if she was born in it made Margaret a very fine jewel in the crown. The only problem? Life without boundaries, with ships and indecent songs seems a little too alluring to this young Lady.

Family:
I have an undeniable feeling that I'm screwing around with history, but here it goes...Finding George III's siblings sure was a pain.
Henry, Duke of Cumberland(father)
Catherine Higgins, commoner whose brother was an M.P. for the King (name made up, but Henry really married a commoner)
King George III (uncle)
Queen Charlotte (aunt)
William, Duke of Gloucester (uncle)
Augusta Frederick-Wolfenbuttel (aunt)
Caroline Matilda (aunt)
Wolfenbutter, Duke of Brunswick (uncle by marriage)
Christian VII of Denmark (uncle by marriage)
Love Interests on TTC: n/a (at least not yet)

.__Conclusion__.
Any extra information we need to know about? I don't think so

RP example:

Adolphus had been Henry's brother-in-arms for as long as the other man could remember, which was probably the one and only reason why Margaret hadn't help the man to his afterlife.
He was a tall, well built man that carried himself like an angry ox, with blood-shed eyes and face wrinkled beyond his age, damaged by years of heavy drinking and women of extremely negotiable affection.
However, she did not dislike him because of the reputation he had rightfully earned himself. The girl could not stand him for under his lecherous glares she felt as dirty as if she had rolled around in mud all day. Probably in the company of local hogs.

"Would you like something to drink, my lord?" she asked with forced suavity, rustling around in her jet black, mourning dress. "Tea? Brandy?" Arsenic?
"Ah, pour me some brandy if you will, darlin'" the man drawled, putting worn boots on the table and throwing his dripping hat on Marge's favourite ottoman.
Oh, for heaven's sake
Obediently she put a glass before him, trying not to cringe as the man answered her with a sinful wink.
"What brings you here, sir?" Margaret tried not to voice her deepest annoyance.
"Ah, I wanted to offer you my comfort as your dear husband has, ah, passed away"
Reluctantly, the girl nodded.
"Your father tells me you will be leaving England soon"
"Yes, sir. I will" Lady Frederick replied in would-be humble voice, the irritation slowly creeping in.
"May I ask where to?"
"I'm afraid, my lord" Margaret said with breathy satisfaction, taking the already emptied glass "That this ought not to be any concern of yours"
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Beautiful! My favorite thus far! You are a fantastic RPer and I'm happy to say welcome aboard! :'DD
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Lady Margaret Frederick
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thank you! *blushes*
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