Post by blessie on Mar 20, 2009 22:33:37 GMT 1
`ELIZABETH MARIE DU CLAIRVAUÉ!
`VERY GOOD LIKE DANCING BEARS !!
NICKNAMES Blessie as she is commonly referred too as
AGE 25 Summers old
GENDER Female
ETHNICITY French
RELIGON Attempts to think of herself as Catholic but struggles with morality
SEXUALITY Straight
STATUS Flitting between men that want her, although currently attempting abstinence
OCCUPATION OR GRADE Lady in Waiting although Lady in her own right. She previously attended to the Countess of Gloucester, Prince John’s first wife.
PLAYED BY Anita Briem
`WHAT DID YOU SAY LAVENDER BOY!
BLESSIE LIKES
• Money, preferably gold and in her purse, it does not matter by what means she gets it
• Men; tall, strong and handsome with enough virility to satisfy her although none of the former are prerequisites to share her company nor bed
• Singing and dancing usually whilst slightly inebriated and at balls or dances
• Mead and Wine in copious amounts within the company of her friends
• Those that speak her own language and France in general
• The countryside and surrounding woodland
• Expensive gifts and trinkets so given to her by those that share her company
• Her pet terrier dog Archibald, a gift from a suitor
BLESSIE DISLIKES
• Politics. She doesn’t hold the patience nor intelligence to master it, besides what use is knowledge to a woman?
• Those that condemn her unjustly, for whatever reason
• English weather, despite being naturally pale the dull summers drain her
• Those that stand up to the crown nor any of its employees (this includes the sheriff) Despite not holding any interest within the affairs of the state, she fervently defends its monarchs both Prince John and King Richard against the outlaws that plague the city
• Wars and other such trivial things that plague the lives of the foolish
• Overtly pious women who envy her lifestyle
• British courts that are far too dull
• Those that deem themselves higher than her station
FEARS
• Impoverishment & Destitution
• Dying alone and utterly alienated from the world as she knows it
SECRETS
• She was once wed to a man, Hugh du Chevellè but he died in the third crusade, in 1187 when she was nineteen over five years ago. She rarely speaks of her marriage and does not deem herself a widow considering they were married for less than a year before he was drafted. Their wedding was upon her fifteenth birthday as he was twenty one within Calais’ royal palace, they subsequently lived for a short time on his estates Brittany until he was called to fight. After he passed Blessie, along with her mother left for London where their lineage was recognised and she was allowed into the service of the young wife of Prince John.
• She is the niece, third time removed of the late King of France Louis VII, her father being his brother in law by second marriage. Their lineage is exceedingly well read around Europe, the Clairvauè family is generations old and is respected in all manners of excellence.
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• Blessie is generally amiable, having an exceedingly vivacious personality and artistic flare to match she manages to entice those around her with wit and enthusiasm in all endeavours. These characteristics make her exceedingly popular within court.
• Being born into extended royalty afforded her the opportunity of dispensing exceeding wealth allowing her to become desensitised to the issues facing the lower classes, often making her seem callous and cold when really it was all she was raised to believe. This however does not stop her from being a firm advocate to women’s rights as she often assists her ladies on their slightly less virtuous activities.
• Blessie has an obvious disdain for troublemakers such as the outlaws that plague the country. She is not a firm believer in the troubled monarchy yet believes in the imperialism of the British monarchy. She firmly respects the kings, queens and all that are of royal blood despite not believing in their laws, they are appointed by god and must be respected. By crossing a Plantagenet brother such as Robin Hood does with John, he is going against Divine Mandate, and thus is damned.
• She has oddly loose morals considering she is a lay of such high standing. This is no doubt due to the fact that she grew up in the court of the French and therefore had a far different view on sexuality than the English nobles that so gossip about her. She does not sleep with men as courtesans so often do for money. Instead she favours the company of the men and the trinkets they adorn her with.
• The lady is exceedingly manipulative, it is common knowledge and yet she is utterly despised because of it, her ambition putting out the slightly more pious members of court. She had risen so high because of her charm, beauty, manipulation and wit that most resent her and yet adore her at the same time for her impeccable style and overall good nature.
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Elizabeth was born on a lazy May day in late 1167 to Duke Harold Du Clairvauè, the brother by his second marriage to the then King of France’s sister the Duchess Margaret. Her mother was the third sister of his highness and her father an exceedingly wealthy and respected family from the old France, who held high ties within Britain and Spain. Elizabeth was the third child of the family having been blessed with two older brothers; John and Cain, each a few years older than herself.
Blessie, during her youth was raised between British and French courts, thriving in both and excelling in her studies of literature and music, specifically the virginals and singing. She was the epitome of grace and was married at nineteen to Hugh du Chevellè, the son of a merchant noble focused within Brittany. She soon took up residence within his estates and yet less than a year later, after the birth of a still born daughter, Hugh was drafted to the third crusade and passed away less than a few months after arriving in the holy land. Blessie, devastated and yet now free of any marital obligations was, with her families blessing absconded on her twenty second birthday to London and the royal court.
The young woman soon found herself well established within court mainly on the merit of her peculiar beauty and vivacious charm. A little after three months at court she was sworn into the Countess of Gloucester, Prince John’s first wife’s’ service as lady in waiting. The young woman’s wit and intelligence impressed the ladies that swarmed to her company and yet they each held exceeding resentment for the foreign beauty that had climbed so high. Soon enough, men joined their wives in adoration and she fell into the company of those who traded her bed for beautiful trinkets and gems.
She soon grew a reputation of somewhat of a harlot, sleeping with and sharing other women’s husbands and yet as her finery and profile grew so did her inflated ego and she began to dare to defy the Countess’ in her most private matters, gossiping idly and ignored the sumptry laws that forbade her wear the furs and pallets reserved for royalty. After brazenly flouting the Prince’s wife she was removed from her ladies service and yet allowed to remain in court out of respect for her lineage and personal fondness the prince held for the young courtier.
Soon, however her life grew dull and monotonous, the court dividing between Plantagenet brothers she found herself yearning for pastures new and under the instruction of several of the Prince’s supporters she fled to Nottingham, a John stronghold filled with an illustrious court and similar minded people so she was told. Reality however, was far different.
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`WHY ASK HIM WHEN YOU LOVE ME ?!
[/font] The wind was harsh and unrelenting as the wood of the ship contorted and shuddered with strained effort to stay solid. Salt water flitted around the lone figures face as she stood against the bow, crimson cape fluttering absently behind her lithe body as pale eyes looked unseeing at the abyss that fell plainly before him. The oceans and sea's were marvelous in their splendor and yet she could not openly recount his pleasure at seeing them once more nor being absorbed in the painful beating that only the salt filled air shrouding the fractured coastline could provide. Topaz streams of light cast dancing shadows over the flawless flesh of the woman's face as faint droplets of water marred her features. Night was drawing in, shrouding the pale enigma of the figure in a sheath of midnight darkness as the woman tentatively reached out her fair fingers to grasp the etched banister, digits curling around the carved wood as a claw.
The horizon was dimmed as the faint light of day refused to die and odd rays of sunlight beamed from the broken, vast expanse of sapphire fields stretched ominously before them. London would be days if not weeks away and the charge that was balanced so precariously on her mind weighed her down as her weight pushed forward, body hunched over as her chest fell onto the barrier. The gold and silks her slight frame had been adorned with served only as a reminder for his impending consultation as his fingers lightly flirted with the emerald jewel that lavishly adorned her neckline.
Blessie was tired, days spent in the constricting confines of the cabin and captains quarters only served painful memories to so viciously attack her memory, assaulting her senses until she could hardly draw a breath. Hugh, lying alone and in utter fear against the searing back drop of the holy land as hordes of Saracens pooled around him. She let a mewl o disgust worm through her mouth as her back stiffened to th chill that flitted tendrils of ice blonde hair around her ivory flesh. England would be different, London would be different of that she was sure.
The horizon was dimmed as the faint light of day refused to die and odd rays of sunlight beamed from the broken, vast expanse of sapphire fields stretched ominously before them. London would be days if not weeks away and the charge that was balanced so precariously on her mind weighed her down as her weight pushed forward, body hunched over as her chest fell onto the barrier. The gold and silks her slight frame had been adorned with served only as a reminder for his impending consultation as his fingers lightly flirted with the emerald jewel that lavishly adorned her neckline.
Blessie was tired, days spent in the constricting confines of the cabin and captains quarters only served painful memories to so viciously attack her memory, assaulting her senses until she could hardly draw a breath. Hugh, lying alone and in utter fear against the searing back drop of the holy land as hordes of Saracens pooled around him. She let a mewl o disgust worm through her mouth as her back stiffened to th chill that flitted tendrils of ice blonde hair around her ivory flesh. England would be different, London would be different of that she was sure.
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