Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 15, 2009 23:43:48 GMT 1
" Got some ideas where I could get in. "
AbigailHopeMerton
Name , Abigail Hope Merton
nicknames , Abby
age & date of birth , 24, November 22, 1168
gender , female
Class/Position, Noble
played by , Rosamund Pike
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height , 5'3"
tattoos and piercings , None
distinguishing features ,
Abigail was always noted for having a very sweet face that always portrayed her pleasant personality very well. Her wide eyes show a certain vulnerability about her and have a lovely hazel shade to them. Abby's father often used to comment about her golden blonde hair that is absolutely georgous. Her pale skin is almost flawless. She has a slender form and is naturally very thin, though when she was younger she had a fuller face. The way Abby's face is set is much like her mothers. Her full pink lips and her rosy cheeks give her face a bright look like her mother always had.
personal style , Abigail loved wearing bright and vibrant colors, her favorites being red, pink, and yellow. After her son and husband dies her caring for colors and brightness to her wardrobe dwindled away and she began wearing darker colors often, surpassing the normal mourning period and wearing black for years on end. Her style of clothing is not too outgoing. She sticks to simple styles with flowing skirts and V-necklines or a square neckline. Over the past few years her lacking of money following the death of her husband caused her style to change durastically to a much cheaper wardrobe.
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likes ,
- Bright Colors
- Flowers
- Cooking
- Smiling
- Children
- Reading
- Writing
- Laughing
- Silence
- True friends
dislikes ,
- Gossip
- Death
- Being the center of attention.
- Meeting new people.
- Crying
- Immaturity
- Disappointing
- Rain
- Sewing
- Snakes/Bugs
strengths ,
- Caring for others and knowing how to help them.
- Making other people happy.
- Cooking
- Convincing others of her opinion.
- Gardening
- Can read and write very well.
weaknesses ,
- Quick to turn negative.
- Can't handle stress or tragedy well at all.
- Easily frustrated.
- Accepting others opinions and thoughts when they aren't hers as well.
- Being in large crowds. (Often found off alone rather than being in the middle of it.)
- Trouble speaking fluently sometimes because she fears she might sound unintelligent.
fears ,
- Poverty
- Death
- Being completely alone.
- Losing her father.
- Pain and suffering
- Outlaws
overall personality ,
Abigail had a particularly pleasant and unintrusive personality before the loss of her child and husband. She was always very optimistic and talented. Her views were dead set and she was a very religous child. Abby was and still is very opinionated, and is often very defensive. She is vulnerable in the sense that she is easily walked all over because she likes to please people and is terrified of offending someone. She grows frustrated easily and gives up on things before she finishes because of it, mostly in sewing which she never could take up well. Abby was a particularly happy child and was always found with that same smile on her beautiful face.
After the death of her son and husband she became very sad and felt so lonely. Her father is just another added concern to her as she fears he might soon pass. Her optimistic views turned into pessimistic ones very quickly and she became completely negative about the world. Her mournful state has left her weak and vulnerable.
Abby has always easily taken offense and finds it very difficult to let things go, holding long time grudges, though she rarely ever speaks of them. Her care towards people was once a very dominant force in her life, but it slowly dwindled away as she mourned and now she is slowly regaining it back. She has always had a soft spot for children and excusing their mistakes and transgressions.
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hometown , Nottinghamshire, England
father , 67, currently no occupation as he is too frail to do much of anything
mother , deceased a few years back.
siblings , None
pets , None
history ,
Abigail Hope Merton was born unto Lord and Lady Merton on November 22, 1168. The family had a very strong and undying faith in the Catholic religion which Abby accepted with the same enthusiasm. She had a complete faith in the religion as a child, though later her enthusiasm began to fade as many unspoken doubts filled her mind. The family lived a happy and wonderful life brimming with all their needs and wants on the outer edge of Nottinghamshire, England.
At the mere age of fourteen Abigail was married to a young noble from London by the name of Jacques. Abby was content with the marriage as she had been raised knowing one day she would be married by her parents choosing. Their personalities were well suited for eachother, though she despised his awful habit of drinking much too much alchohal and coming home in a drunken stupor.
Jacques family held estates in both France and Ireland and so he and Abby moved to the estates in Ireland. The country was a strange place for her at first but she adapted quickly, always eager to please her husband.
After two years of marriage Abigail was with child. Over the course of her pregancy the child gave her the most joy she had felt in a long while. She filled time with thoughts of them and what they would be like. Whether they would be a darling baby girl or boy. It came as a shock to her that her child was still born and that she would never get to have the child she daydreamed of. Abby was found many nights crying and sobbing. This mournful state altered her personality forever.
Abigail's enthusiasm to people and her smile were rarely present after that and her husband could not bear to watch her like that. He no longer felt the same affections for her when she changed her way of thinking and living. The two slowly grew apart after the golden years of their marriage and there love for each other faded, though they still cared immensly for eachother's well-being.
About a year later Jacques went on a business venture in France. It took a relatively long time for Abby to gain word of his untimely death, but it came as a shock when she did. Never had she expected him to die so soon after her son. His ship wrecked and everyone in it ended up dying.
Heartbroken and holding an anger for the world, despising it in her mind, she moved back to Nottinghamshire to take care of her sickly and frail father. It was hard for her to be strong for him when she was so broken herself.
Though she has worked hard to take care of him his life seems to be fading away quickly and Abby nor anyone else can stop that from happening. She feels responsible for him getting worse versus better but deep down she knows it isn't her fault. Along her course of life she has slowly lost that childhood faith she once held so strong in.
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roleplay sample ,
Abigail Merton stared with much dismay at the steady pouring raindrops that knew just how to set her in the most miserable mood she could obtain. Her eyes lingered on them as she prepared the evening meal of the most grotesque smelling soup she had ever brewed. Abby had taken in the fact that she was losing her knack for cooking and her will for life, generally, with much sadness.
Abby slammed herself onto the floor as hard as she could, accidently banging her head against the table. Her eyes quickly filled with tears as her lip began to quiver. Her hands quickly moved to wipe them away, but just as quickly they had refilled her eyes and obscuring her vision. Her pale face went into a deep red color as she cried.
"Everything all right, Abigail?" Her father croaked in the loudest voice he could manage. The sentenced he had produced sounded so weak Abby felt another wave of sadness sweep over her.
Be strong, be strong for him. She kept telling herself finding the words would not stick. Abby cleared her throat and practiced her response quietly before responding to make sure that it didn't sound too torn up and would expose the way she was feeling. "Yes, father."
There came no response from his room and Abigail forced herself up using the table as support. She straightened her skirts and grabbed a rough, wooden bowl pouring some of the soup into it. She wiped her eyes once more before setting off to take the soup to her father. Abigail hoped he would not be able to take note of her red face that showed that she had clearly been crying with his blurred and ever-fading vision. She doubted he would be able to, but you could never be sure.
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