Post by Margaret d'Anthony on May 10, 2009 12:40:43 GMT 1
" Got some ideas where I could get in. "
MargaretSiobhand'Anthony
name , Margaret Siobhan d'Anthony
nicknames , Mary
age and birthday seventeen. june twelfth
gender , female
Class/Position, Countess of Bergac in Chestershire
played by , Maggie
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height , 5'7
tattoos and piercings , none
distinguishing features , Margaret has a very distinguished look to her person. She has a heart shapped face, and small eyes. She has a very lovely look.
personal style , The latest fashion of course. Unless she pulls on a pair of men's breeches and becomes a rebel.
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likes , rebellion, wealth, handsome dashing men, travling, and horses.
dislikes , Her family, rules, royalty, the Sherrif of Nottingham, and dogs
strengths , Courage, honor, common sense, and intelligence.
weaknesses , Men, rules, her family's control, her name.
fears , Being forced to marry, being disowned, being found out that she gives to the poor, and dogs.
overall personality ,
Margaret is very vibrant and lively. She's exactly like her mother, or how her mother had been before her marriage to her father. She very immature for her age, she believes that every person is the same as the other. That in any other world a peasant is the same as a nobel. She holds to the virtues you her God has shown her. That to be a friend show yourself friendly, and that giving is more gratifying than recieving.
She's never enjoyed rules, never wished to adhere to them. That there meant to be broken. Even if propriety tends to lean against it. She knows despite every thing her father has disciplined her in that she's hopelessly stuck in a world she can never excape.
She has been banned from her father's court because of speaking her mind. She is unlike her family, she is kind. She gives to those who do not have.
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hometown Chestershire, England
father , 59, Lord Francis Reginald III.
mother , 43, Countess Maria d'Anthony
siblings , 25, Philip Francis Reginald
pets , A horse named Leonard
history ,
Margaret was born to a Spanish Countess and an English Lord. She took her mother's surname as her own, as her brother had taken their father's. Her parents relationship was one that was made for the benfit of their titles and wealth, not for love. And for that reason it was strained and they seemed to be constantly at war with one another. Margaret was raised as her mother's companion, and inherited the fire that her mother had once obtained in her youth. She despised her father and her brother for the pompus, omnipotant behavior and mannerisms. They behaved as if they were the second coming.
When she was fifteen her father sent her to live with a matron at a manor in Shropshire, to learn what had seemingly been neglected. In Shropshire she was met by poor peasents and starving children. Despite Matron Lenora's words against giving to them, and making them believe that she was weak: she gave to them. While learning the dos and don'ts of being a true lady she gave to those who were not wealthy and unable to provide for their hungry children. And she fell in love.
Nicholas Bixly. He was a blacksmith's son, and he was lovely. His family was unable to provide for his siblings, and she gave to them. Gentle flirting and starry eyes became love. She wished never to leave him, she wanted to marry him. But when Lord Reginald came to visit his daughter Nicholas made the mistake of wishing to speak to him. When the subject of the love he felt for the Lord's daughter he would not hear of it, and he had him hung. It was on the count of heracy.
Margaret was furious with her father.For her best intrests, and to make their daughter fit to one day be married, he requested that Matron Lenora relocate to the Loxley Manor in Nottinghamshire.
Margaret's not willing to learn, she's intrigued by the stories of the outlaws. She is determined to break every rule before her.
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roleplay sample ,
The carriage rocked along the forest road, wheels hitting roots and sending the passenger bumping into the wall. She had dark brown hair, that looked unbrushed. Her red dress was crumpled and filthy from the last stop in a small town. Her face was stained red, her eyes swollen from crying.
The passenger did not appear to be thrilled to be there.
Margaret sniffled, wipeing back another string of tears. She glances out the window at the sea of green trees. "How much longer?"
"Miss, we'll be to Nottingham in under an hour" Yells the carriage driver over the sound of hoffs against the ground.
Margaret crosses her arms across her chest. Lips pouting. "I hate my father. I hate him. He's sent me to a life of solitude with an insufferable prune of a Matron. He hates me so I hate him. Why must he do this. Send me to some town and try to change me."[
The passenger did not appear to be thrilled to be there.
Margaret sniffled, wipeing back another string of tears. She glances out the window at the sea of green trees. "How much longer?"
"Miss, we'll be to Nottingham in under an hour" Yells the carriage driver over the sound of hoffs against the ground.
Margaret crosses her arms across her chest. Lips pouting. "I hate my father. I hate him. He's sent me to a life of solitude with an insufferable prune of a Matron. He hates me so I hate him. Why must he do this. Send me to some town and try to change me."[
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