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Aine Devonshire; A English Rose...
Topic Started: Jul 11 2007, 07:24 PM (310 Views)
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[BRIT. ALLY]

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Name/Alias: Anna
Age: Over 21
Contact: (email, AIM, PM?) Victorian_Fairy@hotmail.com
Other Characters: (if any) None

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.__[size=1]General Info[/size]__.
Full Name: Aine Devon of Devonshire[Duchess]
Nick name: Ni
Nick Name Explanation: ( A paragraph or two giving a detailed explanation of how you got your nick name.) Ni is merely a shorting of the name Aine, it is what her friends call her.
Age: 18
Gender: Female

.__[size=1]Appearance[/size]__.
Overall Appearance: ( This must be descriptive, tasteful and at least three paragraphs. Include hair color, style, length, eye color, height, clothes, other wear, skin color, posture, etc.)
Aine named for her great grandmother. Aine wears her hair longer than normal. Concidered quiet the beauty back home in London, her face is delicate and cat like in appearance. With almond shaped eyes, full lashes and arched eyebrows. The hue of her eyes is often described by those who wanted to woo her as green as the emerald Isle themselves. Her neck is slim and swan like, she wears a set of pearls most of the time around her neck, from which a locket hangs. Her nose is slight and up turned there is a small smattering of freckles across her nose, and beneath her eyes, but hardly removes anything from her beauty, if anything it adds to it.

Her figure could be concidered volumptous, with curves in all the right places, her limbs long and limber, though she is quiet petite in form. It is not her height that matter's of course but rather the way she carries herself which is to be said as though she were royalty and in many ways she is. As she is related to the royal line of England. Her features are soft and not overly cruel, her lips are often set in a slightly mischievious smile. Full and soft, and never really in need of coloring.

Aine dress's in all the proper clothing that comes with being of noble birth, the layers of lace and colorful clothing, which she is very much at home in. She perfers shades in pale blues,greens and golds as she is well aware of how they set off her beauty. Illuminate her eyes, and make her stand out without having to say a word at all. She has long legs, and isn't afraid to steal mens clothing either to go gallavanting about. Aine wear a fine jeweled dagger on her right hip, and another hidden beneath her petticoats, where no one should look...
Hopeful Celebrity: (Make sure you check the Avatar Claim first) Sienna Guillory
Picture: (100x100 - 200x200)
Effects: (weaponry + list form. Can be repeated from Overall Appearance)
- Basket Hilt Rapier: Aine has spent most of her life preparing to be the wife of someone important, rapier play was not ruled out, as she was always an athletic child. This rapier has silvery designs and her family crest on it.
- Two daggers: One at her hip, which is very sharp...the one on her thigh a stiletto.

.__[size=1]Personality[/size]__.
Personality: (must be descriptive, tasteful and at least three paragraphs)
Its always hard growing up in a noble house, and to grow up in a noble house with nothing but brothers is even harder. When Aine was very young her brothers tended to pick at the little firey haired girl which gave her something of her grandmother, legndary temper, and Aine found her way around learning fisticuff's from it. She grew out of the wild phase, when her mother took her in and began to explain how the world worked and what was and was not. Aine has a very good grasp on what a woman's duty is, and she knows how with the skill of a silver tongued gambler to get herself out of it. She is charming and witty to those who interest her, to those she is unsure of she may seem innocent or even naive, if she doesn't like someone there is an air of silent dismissal about her, that radiates from her person.

Aine can be sweet natured though that is the real her, her mother told her to hide who you are, layer it beneath a mask and don't show it to the world my darling you never know whom you may or may not trust. Trust is a easy thing realitively gained with Aine, but once betrayed pigs might fly before it was ever gotten back. Aine was certain to not be one of those woman who was forced into a life of servitude to there husbands, and she felt that she'd never get that in England, and most of the men she met were quiet boring and full of well...themselves. Aine finds that a true scholar of things, and a man who knows how to hold himself and carry himself with pride is far more fitting and suitable for a match.

Where love is concerned deep down she'd like to meet someone and fall in love, she doesn't think it will happen though but can not help but hope. She feels most people see her as a beautiful prize to be won, as with her comes land, title and money. It is something of an inconvience to her. It was said back in England, that her heart was made of perfectly sculpted ice, but it never melted or even fluttered for any of her suitors there. She can only wonder what will befall her in her lastest endeavor to get away from what she desperately wants to avoid.

Likes: (list form) Flowers, Colorful things, jewelry, Cats, Dogs, Sailing on the Waters, Full Moons, Rain, Storms, Sword Play both watching and praticipating, Music of all sorts, Dancing
Dislikes: (list form)Being Manipulated, London (terriable boring there), Too Much Sun, Sewing Circles, Men who are all hands, The Color Yellow.
Strengths: (list or paragraph form) Aine's great strengths are her speed and agility with a rapier, her beauty which she knows how to handle just as well as a weapon, and of course with title and wealth come privliages and advantages not to the normal. Some would say her engagement to James Norrington is also a strength, since he is a man of position and power.
Weaknesses: (list or paragraph form) Aine is terrified of the dark, it comes from being locked in a closet by one of her nannies as a girl, and it has stuck with her for years. Aine is not physical strong, nor is praticularly aggressive, she tends to view the world as out to get her often enough, but hides it behind a cool facade, and a regal contence. She is terrified of seagulls, as one nearly nipped her ear off on a voyage with her father.

.__[size=1]History[/size]__.
Personal History: (must be descriptive, tasteful and at least four paragraphs)
Aine is the Duchess of Yorkshire, as a small child she was a talent with the piano and violin, she speaks fluent french and Latin as she felt it was important to be well read. As the daughter of nobility as long as she learned what her place was and how to conduct herself, she was allowed to have some extravagances, in addition to a large wardrobe, her personal servants, and numerous other perks. Aine was never a spoiled child though, she carried herself with a inner born noblity that was present even as a small child. Not that she did not get into the normal trouble that all children get into, she was skilled at placing the blame elsewhere or seeming innocent enough to get out of the mischief she had gotten into. The fact she had all brothers also helped in this fact.

Aine however grew into a devastatingly beautiful young woman, even as a young girl it was clear to see she'd be lovely, but no one was aware just how. When she came of age to wed, her parents held her coming out party. Aine saw many suitors and she spent time with each. She rarely found anyone compatiable, she didn't feel like she 'felt" any of them. She protested she'd rather marry a scholar to some of the men they were giving her as intrests. Her parents were beside themselves, but allowed her life to continue flowing as it was suppose to flow. She continued her sword play, and riding her brother's teaching her to throw a knife as well as any man. Aine was careful to attend all the events she could, and to be welcoming to any suitor her parents would pick for her. It was when a friend of her father's offered to betroth her to there soon, who served in a position of title in the British Navy, that her parents jumped at the chance to get her out of London as she seemed to desperately want, and to make them happy as well.

Everything was like clock work, without even thinking about it, Aine agreed to marry the man. She'd never even met, though she'd seen pictures of from him family, who dotted on her like she was already a part of there family. It was when Aine was riding by herself after having given those who watched over her the slip. That she ran into foul play, as she was caught by highway men, who wanted to ransom the girl off to her father, feeling that, that would never do. She decided to handle her situation herself, and wound up shot for her troubles. This never seemed to bother her, because the shot spooked there horses and threw them, and she managed to get safely home to collapse in the living room.

Terrified that something worse would befall there precious child, they thought the best thing to do would be to send her off to her intended. As she was age to be wed. She needed to recouporate and her family doctor said that the Carribean would be the ideal place for that. Since her parents could not possiable go along with her, far too much to do back home and far to busy to be bothered with it as she saw, she felt mildly betrayed by her parents for shipping her off when she could be dying to be taken care of by a man she'd never met, though did love his parents dearly. Her health is currently all it could be due to the gun shot and being flung from the horse, but like a true woman of spirit and noble birth she soliders on.

Family: (list form) ArchDuke Alexander Devon
ArchDuchess Caroline Devon
Her Four Brothers ( Richard, Marcus, Leonard and Ryan)
Gracie - Her maid servant


Love Interests on TTC: (if any) Currently James Norrington her husband to be.

.__[size=1]Conclusion[/size]__.
Any extra information we need to know about?
Ah, James is okay with this *lol*

RP example: (must relate to your TTC character + can be any length. It is up to you to impress the admins.)
The blue of the ocean's depts only caused her eyes to light up more, Aine enjoyed sailing above almost all other things. Not actually captaining, but watching the foam as it smacked against the shore or the hull of a fine vessal out to sea. Her wounds were mostly healed now, her mother had cried and cried when she had left for this voyage. Aine didn't think the woman had enough tears to understand what she was putting her through, she didn't want to be sent off like this, it could have been done in a better way, but no, alas, they had shipped her off like some unruly pet would be sent to an obediance school. Aine sighed and pulled her shawl closer to her, she peered over the edge of the ship again, Gracie hovered nearby, her mother had told her to be careful...who knew if the girl was of a mind to jump ship.

Gracie touched to shawl sleeve. "Your grace.." she began but Aine had that trance like look on her lovely face, she could hear the dolphins, and that always brought something of a small to her contence. Emerald eyes lit up like flames. Her hand held onto the banister as she looked out to see the creatures in question surface break the water and jump. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she smiled an honest smile. She was well aware it was up to her what she made of this, that anything that befell her from this point on would be up to her. Largely, all her life all the things that had happened had been up to her and it was her place to decide what would happen.

James parents had been kinder to her than her own however, and they dotted on her. Visited with her every day, and made sure she was alright, both took strolls with her on the ship so she wasn't utterly alone. She liked there company and could sit for hours and listen to tales of Naval Battles and the such. Aine, always felt better when they were around her, and she didn't feel so alone in the world. London was like another world completely when out at sea, where time mattered little, and title mattered even less. Aine, placed a hand over the spot she'd been shot, it really hadn't been that long ago, and she signaled Gracie to accompany her back to her chamber. "I believe the wraps have need of changing." she said to her simply, as she leaned on her handmaiden and friend to get back to her room, she likely also would take a nap.

She didn't think that James would expect his bride to be, not totally in one piece when she arrived but things happened.

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What is Elizabeth Swann's age?
seventeen

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ACCEPTED! So long as you have a last name I can add so your name isn't just Aine. What would it be? Aine Devon, or Aine Devonshire...? PM me and lemme know!
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