Post by Noemi Duchambreaux on Oct 10, 2013 17:35:49 GMT -8
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Noemi "Mimi" Duchambreaux
Gender: Female
Age: 19/DOB: 12 March 1774
Occupation: Socialite/Debutante
Race: Human
Appearance;
Slender and leggy as a doe, with wavy brown hair (when it is not crimped and pinned and tormented into all sorts of elaborate styles) and amber eyes. She stands at about 170.18 cm (or 5'7"). Normally, she'd be decked out in the latest fashions, hooped skirts frothing with lace and dripping with ribbons, jeweled flowers sparkling in her teased hair, but her need for inconspicuousness has her stuck in drab travelling garments (drab, and probably worth enough to feed a peasant family for a year).
Personality;
Likes: Sweets, presents, exciting stories, dreaming up adventures, compliments, books, being told she's right, being pampered, dresses, warm weather (something she misses about Martinique), the ocean
Dislikes: Mice, spiders, ruffians, drab clothing, being talked down to, being teased, not knowing something
To those who don't know her--and probably the ones who do--Noemi comes off as spoiled, naive and headstrong. Her lack of any real-world experience leaves her laughably unprepared for most situations, but she is far too proud to admit to it. She is accustomed to having the world on a platter, and has never given it a second thought, simply because she has never had to. And now her entire world has been yanked away from her. She is, imaginably, not in the best of moods.
Despite her (many) faults, Noemi is not a bad person. She is not sure how to make friends, having never had any of her own, but there is kindness and warmth buried beneath the carefully constructed layers of cold haughtiness. One simply has to be patient, in order to break through the exterior she's spent her entire life creating.
History;
Raised by maids and nannies in her family's sprawling sugar plantation in Martinique, Noemi grew up rarely hearing the word 'no'. Anything she wanted--porcelain dolls from China, a beautiful Castillonnais to ride, jewel-encrusted snuff boxes--whatever caught her roving eye was hers for the taking. She was brought up much as one would raise an expensive flower; to look pretty and generally not be of much use, taught such frivolous things as piano and watercolors and basic Greek and Latin.
But a natural curiosity and love of knowledge had her sneaking into her father's study and smuggling out every book she could lay her hands on. Books--serious books, real books full of actual information, not silly romances or fashion plates--were the one thing she wasn't allowed to have.
At the age of seventeen, Noemi was engaged to the foppish and flattering Vicomte Jean-Baptiste d'Avennes, a small but still impressive parcel of land in the French countryside. Their correspondence went on for two years, during which he briefly mentioned the political and social unrest in France, but seemed overall very unconcerned. "People like us rarely have to worry about people like them, dear," he wrote when she sent him a letter asking about the Jacobins.
She traveled from Martinique to Paris in April of 1794, at the age of nineteen, accompanied only by a handful of maids. They found Paris in complete upheaval. The Vicomte had been executed by an angry mob not a week prior, his estate ransacked. Noemi managed to make contact with the Vicomte's old secretary, who urged them to get out of Paris. The maids directed their young mistress to a run-down inn in Marseille and separated from her there, assuming it would make her less conspicuous. Leaving her alone, disoriented and lost.
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OOC;
Name: Ella
Other Characters: None so far
Preferred method of contact: PM/Email: 8spoopy@gmail.com
How did you find us?: Through Luce/SpazzyAzi/Whatever else he's called
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